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Chapter II
Seizure
By: TG
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Seizure
Chapter II
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Ichigo hadn’t been able to sleep that night; his mind hadn’t been able to stop working. He thought about all his friends who had watched him get taken away and hoped that they were all still alive. Thoughts of his family being left alone if he didn’t make it out plagued him. He thought about many other things as well; in fact, he concentrated so hard that he did not even hear the squeak of the door as it opened.
He did notice, however, when a searing pain flitted up his left side. His cry turned into a scream as the thing embedded in between his ribs was twisted, gouging the wound open further. His cries must have woken up Inoue because he could hear her scream as the knife was pulled out of him. He opened his eyes to find himself staring straight at Ichimaru Gin, who was standing above him with a knife dripping his own blood onto the cell floor. He faintly heard the other two yelling his name, but to his ears it sounded like a waterbed was wedged between them, muffling their voices.
Ichimaru leaned in closer, letting the knife draw little shallow patterns in his forearm and whispered, “Aizen-sama is giving you a choice. Yourself, or Grimmjow?”
Ichigo winced away from the knife and without hesitation told Ichimaru to take him instead. Ichimaru just grinned and sat back on his heels, motioning for someone who was waiting just out of eyesight to come in. Szayel-Aporro held the door open as Stark grabbed him roughly, ignoring the quiet moans of pain as his left side was pushed up against the bars.
“C’mon kid, let’s go,” Stark said grinning as he shoved Ichigo out to walk ahead of him.
“Where the hell are you taking him?!” Grimmjow shouted from his and Inoue’s cell. For the first time since they’d woken up, Ichigo looked up at them and winced away when he saw the looks on their faces.
“Kurosaki is being moved to another cell. Really, you should thank the kid for volunteering to take your place, Grimmjow. No worries, you two, he’ll be close enough to hear,” Stark replied.
“What! NO! Ichigo!” Grimmjow growled in anger and pounded a fist against one of the reiatsu-eating bars in frustration as he watched the two Espada, the ex-Shinigami, and his lover turn a corner.
“Grimmjow-san, don’t worry so much. They said we would be able to hear him. Maybe that means he’ll…” Inoue was interrupted by a loud, sharp sound. That was when the yelling began.
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His voice had gone hoarse from all the screaming and abuse to his throat. At first he had been strong, made no noise whatsoever. But as time went on, and time certainly did, the pain had become so intense, so piled up, that he couldn’t help it. He figured that was what his tormentors had been waiting for, because not long after his first cry they had stopped, saying they would be back later.
They hadn’t fed him, either. It had been three days since he’d been in this cell. Grimmjow and Inoue had tried talking to him, but he just didn’t have the strength to say anything other than ‘I’m fine.’ He knew they didn’t believe him, but at this point he didn’t care. At least, from the sound of the clanking door once a day, he figured that the other two were being properly fed.
Two days earlier (the day after the first time Ichigo had been tortured), the familiar clanking sound had reached his ears; there had been a low mumbling, and his door had been opened. He had forced himself not to flinch away as Inoue entered, with Ulquiorra following.
“She has been instructed to heal you, Kurosaki. I will give you five minutes,” Ulquiorra said, turning and walking straight back out of the cell. As soon as he was gone, Inoue had rushed over to him.
“Kurosaki-kun!” Ichigo turned away from her worried face with a mixture of shame, embarrassment and pride.
“Please Inoue, just heal me and go.” Inoue looked a little hurt but did as he asked and a few minutes later, Ulquiorra came to escort her back to her and Grimmjow’s cell.
That had been after the first day in his new cell, and she hadn’t come back since. The Espada hadn’t come back either, and for that he was secretly thankful. But he wouldn’t allow himself to get his hopes up. They had said they’d be back, after all.
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Grimmjow groaned, leaning back against the bars. After Inoue had come back a couple of weeks ago from healing Ichigo, she had told him about his lover’s condition. Grimmjow had felt a little guilty eating the bread their captors had given them considering Ichigo hadn’t eaten since they’d gotten there. Inoue had convinced him that if he wanted to rescue Ichigo that he would need his strength and he reluctantly agreed.
Ulquiorra or another Espada had gone to Ichigo’s cell seven times in the four weeks they had been there; Grimmjow had been able to count by the sounds coming from Ichigo’s new cell. Various whimpers, cries, and moans, but never screams. Not after the first time they had gone to his cell. He didn’t even want to know what they were doing in there. Grimmjow hated hearing his lover in pain, but he felt sorrier for Inoue.
Inoue was looking really down, and he supposed he couldn’t blame her. She had been in twice more to heal Ichigo and both times had come back crying. Grimmjow didn’t really know anything about comforting crying women and was glad Ichigo wasn’t a woman and never cried.
‘Ichigo… What’s going on in there with you?’
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Ichigo looked up as his door was creaked open, wondering what the hell was going on. They had just been there the day before; he knew that, even though he’d lost unconscious, they had just been there the day before. He was sure.
‘So what the hell are they doing here now?’
He tried to send whoever had come into his cell a curious glance but before he could so much as raise his eyes from the floor, he found himself shoved face first against the cold stone wall. He gasped in surprise as a cold body pinned him to the wall.
“What the fuck!” He cried indignantly.
“Shut up, Kurosaki.”
“Ulquiorra!?”
“I said shut up. Aizen-sama saw that you’re not being affected by our ministrations as he had wished, so he gave me permission to break you in another way,” Ulquiorra’s monotone voice floated over the cold air of the cell.
“What, not going to whip me anymore? No more knives? I’m not afraid of you,” Ichigo snorted, his voice distorting slightly as Ulquiorra smashed the side of his face against the wall.
“You won’t be saying that when I’m through with you,” Ulquiorra whispered.
Ichigo was about to question the Espada, knowing the green-eyed monster hated questions almost as much as Aizen did, but he wasn’t given the chance. He yelped as his gi was yanked down his shoulders to pool around his waist.
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
“Shut up, unless you want the woman and Grimmjow to know what’s happening to you,” Ulquiorra said, biting hard into Ichigo’s shoulder. A pained and shocked cry bubbled up from Ichigo’s throat and he instinctually tried to get away from his attacker. He had been flogged, bled, cut up for fun, starved, and beaten until he couldn’t breathe and none of that had scared him. Now, however, Ulquiorra was touching him in places that only Grimmjow had touched him and the thought that this monster could rape him was panicking him.
The Cuarto Espada untied his sash that held his hakama up and Ichigo growled, yelling in frustration, wanting to stop this but unable to. The mention of his lover and his long-time friend made him re-think his retaliation… The thought that either of them could be hurt tore him up.
He trembled slightly as his hakama were jerked down to around his ankles, leaving him exposed.
He wanted to cry as Ulquiorra shoved him hard to land on the filthy, blood-matted mattress, but his pride wouldn’t allow that kind of weakness.
He wanted to scream in frustration at not being able to fight back as Ulquiorra commanded him onto his elbows and knees, but he didn’t want the others to hear his turmoil.
He wanted to die as he felt Ulquiorra position himself at his entrance, his hands gripping his hips hard, about to do something he had never let anyone but Grimmjow do.
He couldn’t hold in the tears or the scream as the Espada shoved ruthlessly into him, though.
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Grimmjow sat against the wall, watching the woman pace. A few minutes ago Ichigo’s cell door had been opened and they had heard Ichigo yelling in shock, followed by a strange-sounding thud, followed by various muffled shouting voices. Grimmjow wondered what they were doing; they had just been in there torturing his lover the day before.
The woman jumped as a scream echoed throughout the dungeons; Ichigo’s scream. Grimmjow clenched his fists and screwed his eyes shut.
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He felt torn apart; not just physically, but mentally as well. Why was he letting some monster do this to him? He couldn’t believe he was just sitting back and taking it. Grimmjow should be the only one to do this to him. But he had no choice if he wanted to get out of here alive with his friends.
Ichigo moaned in pain as the Espada pulled out and pushed back in again, using Ichigo’s blood as lubricant as he repeated the action. Ichigo screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw to keep himself from making further sounds of weakness. He would not beg.
He felt the Espada pump in and out of him, his pace getting more and more erratic, and wished that it would be over soon. It was humiliating, it was embarrassing, and it was totally shameful. Ichigo felt the fingers tighten around his hip, the nails leaving bloody lines on his skin as the Espada came inside him without a sound. He cringed at the feeling, frighteningly aware of how disgusting he felt as semen and blood dripped down his legs and onto the mattress.
Ichigo’s shaking arms would no longer support him and he dropped to the mattress, tears still streaming down his face; he didn’t bother to wipe them away. For his part, Ulquiorra just stood up, dressed, and left without so much as a backward glance. In some ways, this comforted Ichigo. The fact that Ulquiorra didn’t bother to look back to see him, slumped on the mattress, trembling in his own filth, gave him courage.
He passed out.
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The next day Ichigo woke up with a long groan. His ass ached like crazy and he felt slightly sick to his stomach, but his mind felt clearer, sharper than it had been since he’d been taken to this shit-hole. He was so ready to leave.
He carefully stood up, wincing from the pain in his ass, and stretched his sore muscles. With a careful listen at the door, which yielded no results, he quickly dressed himself and flipped over the mattress. He really didn’t want to look at the evidence of what had happened the night before when he could still feel it; Ulquiorra’s hands on his hips, the tearing pain of being penetrated… The teenager shuddered and cut his thoughts off and walked to the bars.
“Inoue?” He called softly. He heard a faint gasp and some rustling and figured that Grimmjow was probably listening too.
“Kurosaki-kun? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Has Ulquiorra come by to ask you to heal me yet?” He asked, trying not to finch at the name of his rapist.
“He walked by yesterday after… And told me he would be back again later today after you had ‘learned your lesson,’” Inoue replied, sounding hesitant and obviously wanting to know what had happened. He ignored her unasked question.
“Do you still have your hairclips?”
“Yes, Kurosaki-kun, but what..?” She trailed off as a clanking sound echoed off the stone walls. Footsteps resounded and a creaking sound, signifying the opening of Inoue’s cell. More footsteps and then his own cell opened and he was very thankful he had flipped the mattress as Inoue walked in, followed by Stark this time.
Inoue looked back and forth at her love and the Espada as they glared at each other.
“Still not broken, eh? I’ll just have to tell Ulquiorra next time he comes down,” Stark muttered as he walked out. “You have ten.”
As soon as the door closed Ichigo rounded on Inoue.
“Quick, I need your hairpins!”
“K-Kurosaki-kun!” Inoue cried as he took the pins out of her hair, deeming her too slow.
“No time, Inoue!” Ichigo whisper-shouted, trying to use the magical pins to unlock his cell door. He realized they weren’t working but refused to give up. It got to the point where Ichigo was almost in hysterics before Inoue gently took the hand with her hairpins in it. Ichigo stopped and looked at her, his brown eyes wide and pained, pleading with her silently to let him do this.
“Kurosaki-kun, it’s not working. We’re running out of time. I should heal you now,” Inoue said softly, gently taking her pins out of his hand. Ichigo slumped forward, shaking.
“Sorry, Inoue,” he whispered. He was about to say more when they were interrupted by a loud crash outside.
“Ichigo!”
Ichigo’s face bloomed slowly into a smile at the familiar and totally welcome voice.
“Renji! You came!”
There was a cranking sound and his cell door was hefted open to reveal Renji and Rukia.
“Of course we came, Ichigo. Let’s get out of here,” Rukia said, sparing a glance at Inoue before turning around and sweeping out of the cell. Ichigo and Inoue followed the Shinigami out of the cell, in shock that they were suddenly free after weeks of confinement. Ichigo idly wondered what happened to the higher ups, like Aizen, and how the Shinigami got in in the first place, but he wasn’t complaining. They had almost passed Grimmjow’s cell, so Ichigo stopped them.
“We need to get Grimm out,” he stated firmly. Everyone gave him strange looks and he sighed. “Look, we don’t have time to argue. Just trust me. Let’s go.”
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As soon as they had gotten out of the fortress, Ichigo had been informed that the reason they were able to escape was because Matsumoto, Ikkaku, Hitsugaya, Zaraki, Yumichika, and Shuuhei were distracting the Espada. Ichigo’s brain was telling him that he should turn around and fight with them, but his heart wouldn’t have been in it.
He had been running for a half hour, wincing with every step he took as his sore ass throbbed with pain. He knew he was slowing them up and he could tell they were worried about him by the concerned looks they were throwing them. He blushed. He was about to open his mouth to tell his friends to fuck off and stop giving him those looks but Grimmjow beat him to it.
“Look Shinigami, the brat’s been injured. Take it easy on him, or else I’ll kill you.”
The two Shinigami looked shocked and opened their mouths to ask him something but Inoue cut them off.
“Kurosaki-kun, would you like me to heal you?” She asked kindly.
“No!!” Ichigo shouted, blushing slightly at the thought of her healing him. “No.”
Everyone stared at him in shock at his outburst and Inoue’s lip trembled as she looked down.
“What’s wrong, Ichigo?” Rukia asked softly, laying a hand on her arm. Ichigo ignored Grimmjow’s warning growl and sighed.
“I-I can’t,” he whispered looking away. “Grimm?” Grimmjow was at his side in a second, trying to look like he didn’t care but failing.
“Grimmjow… Ulquiorra, he did something… He… Raped me. That’s why I can’t…” Ichigo trailed off helplessly. Grimmjow sat back on his heels, his mind reeling. Raped? And oh God, he had heard it, too! He looked back down at Ichigo, who was looking at the ground. He looked so insecure, and Grimmjow couldn’t blame him. From his experience, most people couldn’t or wouldn’t admit that something like this had happened to them. Ichigo was a brave kid. He tipped up Ichigo’s head with a forefinger to his chin and favored him with a soft smile.
“Ichi… It’s okay,” he whispered, his thumb running slowly over the kid’s trembling bottom lip. “I’ll help you. I’m here for you. I love you.”
Ichigo sighed against him, his muscles losing their tenseness. “Alright, Grimm. Let’s go. And please, don’t tell anyone. I love you too.”
Grimmjow just nodded, taking Ichigo’s hand, nodding to the Shinigami, and sonido-ing away to the meeting point, feeling the Shinigami shunpo-ing behind him. He couldn’t stop the thoughts about what had happened to Ichigo right under his nose. The Sexta Espada couldn’t help but think that this had been his fault, that maybe he somehow could have prevented this from happening. He didn’t know how to help his lover; Ichigo was a pretty resilient person, but this was different. Grimmjow knew he could offer his shoulder, lend an ear, give Ichigo all of his love and comfort, but it was up to Ichigo to take it and use it as needed.
Grimmjow’s blue eyes steeled with resolve as he twined his fingers through his lover’s. He knew two things for certain; he would always love Ichigo, and he would always be there for Ichigo. The rest was all up in the air, but as long as they could draw strength and comfort from each other, they could make it. He saw Ichigo grin out of the corner of his eye and knew that things would never go back to the way they were.
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Seizure
Chapter II
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Ichigo hadn’t been able to sleep that night; his mind hadn’t been able to stop working. He thought about all his friends who had watched him get taken away and hoped that they were all still alive. Thoughts of his family being left alone if he didn’t make it out plagued him. He thought about many other things as well; in fact, he concentrated so hard that he did not even hear the squeak of the door as it opened.
He did notice, however, when a searing pain flitted up his left side. His cry turned into a scream as the thing embedded in between his ribs was twisted, gouging the wound open further. His cries must have woken up Inoue because he could hear her scream as the knife was pulled out of him. He opened his eyes to find himself staring straight at Ichimaru Gin, who was standing above him with a knife dripping his own blood onto the cell floor. He faintly heard the other two yelling his name, but to his ears it sounded like a waterbed was wedged between them, muffling their voices.
Ichimaru leaned in closer, letting the knife draw little shallow patterns in his forearm and whispered, “Aizen-sama is giving you a choice. Yourself, or Grimmjow?”
Ichigo winced away from the knife and without hesitation told Ichimaru to take him instead. Ichimaru just grinned and sat back on his heels, motioning for someone who was waiting just out of eyesight to come in. Szayel-Aporro held the door open as Stark grabbed him roughly, ignoring the quiet moans of pain as his left side was pushed up against the bars.
“C’mon kid, let’s go,” Stark said grinning as he shoved Ichigo out to walk ahead of him.
“Where the hell are you taking him?!” Grimmjow shouted from his and Inoue’s cell. For the first time since they’d woken up, Ichigo looked up at them and winced away when he saw the looks on their faces.
“Kurosaki is being moved to another cell. Really, you should thank the kid for volunteering to take your place, Grimmjow. No worries, you two, he’ll be close enough to hear,” Stark replied.
“What! NO! Ichigo!” Grimmjow growled in anger and pounded a fist against one of the reiatsu-eating bars in frustration as he watched the two Espada, the ex-Shinigami, and his lover turn a corner.
“Grimmjow-san, don’t worry so much. They said we would be able to hear him. Maybe that means he’ll…” Inoue was interrupted by a loud, sharp sound. That was when the yelling began.
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His voice had gone hoarse from all the screaming and abuse to his throat. At first he had been strong, made no noise whatsoever. But as time went on, and time certainly did, the pain had become so intense, so piled up, that he couldn’t help it. He figured that was what his tormentors had been waiting for, because not long after his first cry they had stopped, saying they would be back later.
They hadn’t fed him, either. It had been three days since he’d been in this cell. Grimmjow and Inoue had tried talking to him, but he just didn’t have the strength to say anything other than ‘I’m fine.’ He knew they didn’t believe him, but at this point he didn’t care. At least, from the sound of the clanking door once a day, he figured that the other two were being properly fed.
Two days earlier (the day after the first time Ichigo had been tortured), the familiar clanking sound had reached his ears; there had been a low mumbling, and his door had been opened. He had forced himself not to flinch away as Inoue entered, with Ulquiorra following.
“She has been instructed to heal you, Kurosaki. I will give you five minutes,” Ulquiorra said, turning and walking straight back out of the cell. As soon as he was gone, Inoue had rushed over to him.
“Kurosaki-kun!” Ichigo turned away from her worried face with a mixture of shame, embarrassment and pride.
“Please Inoue, just heal me and go.” Inoue looked a little hurt but did as he asked and a few minutes later, Ulquiorra came to escort her back to her and Grimmjow’s cell.
That had been after the first day in his new cell, and she hadn’t come back since. The Espada hadn’t come back either, and for that he was secretly thankful. But he wouldn’t allow himself to get his hopes up. They had said they’d be back, after all.
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Grimmjow groaned, leaning back against the bars. After Inoue had come back a couple of weeks ago from healing Ichigo, she had told him about his lover’s condition. Grimmjow had felt a little guilty eating the bread their captors had given them considering Ichigo hadn’t eaten since they’d gotten there. Inoue had convinced him that if he wanted to rescue Ichigo that he would need his strength and he reluctantly agreed.
Ulquiorra or another Espada had gone to Ichigo’s cell seven times in the four weeks they had been there; Grimmjow had been able to count by the sounds coming from Ichigo’s new cell. Various whimpers, cries, and moans, but never screams. Not after the first time they had gone to his cell. He didn’t even want to know what they were doing in there. Grimmjow hated hearing his lover in pain, but he felt sorrier for Inoue.
Inoue was looking really down, and he supposed he couldn’t blame her. She had been in twice more to heal Ichigo and both times had come back crying. Grimmjow didn’t really know anything about comforting crying women and was glad Ichigo wasn’t a woman and never cried.
‘Ichigo… What’s going on in there with you?’
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Ichigo looked up as his door was creaked open, wondering what the hell was going on. They had just been there the day before; he knew that, even though he’d lost unconscious, they had just been there the day before. He was sure.
‘So what the hell are they doing here now?’
He tried to send whoever had come into his cell a curious glance but before he could so much as raise his eyes from the floor, he found himself shoved face first against the cold stone wall. He gasped in surprise as a cold body pinned him to the wall.
“What the fuck!” He cried indignantly.
“Shut up, Kurosaki.”
“Ulquiorra!?”
“I said shut up. Aizen-sama saw that you’re not being affected by our ministrations as he had wished, so he gave me permission to break you in another way,” Ulquiorra’s monotone voice floated over the cold air of the cell.
“What, not going to whip me anymore? No more knives? I’m not afraid of you,” Ichigo snorted, his voice distorting slightly as Ulquiorra smashed the side of his face against the wall.
“You won’t be saying that when I’m through with you,” Ulquiorra whispered.
Ichigo was about to question the Espada, knowing the green-eyed monster hated questions almost as much as Aizen did, but he wasn’t given the chance. He yelped as his gi was yanked down his shoulders to pool around his waist.
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
“Shut up, unless you want the woman and Grimmjow to know what’s happening to you,” Ulquiorra said, biting hard into Ichigo’s shoulder. A pained and shocked cry bubbled up from Ichigo’s throat and he instinctually tried to get away from his attacker. He had been flogged, bled, cut up for fun, starved, and beaten until he couldn’t breathe and none of that had scared him. Now, however, Ulquiorra was touching him in places that only Grimmjow had touched him and the thought that this monster could rape him was panicking him.
The Cuarto Espada untied his sash that held his hakama up and Ichigo growled, yelling in frustration, wanting to stop this but unable to. The mention of his lover and his long-time friend made him re-think his retaliation… The thought that either of them could be hurt tore him up.
He trembled slightly as his hakama were jerked down to around his ankles, leaving him exposed.
He wanted to cry as Ulquiorra shoved him hard to land on the filthy, blood-matted mattress, but his pride wouldn’t allow that kind of weakness.
He wanted to scream in frustration at not being able to fight back as Ulquiorra commanded him onto his elbows and knees, but he didn’t want the others to hear his turmoil.
He wanted to die as he felt Ulquiorra position himself at his entrance, his hands gripping his hips hard, about to do something he had never let anyone but Grimmjow do.
He couldn’t hold in the tears or the scream as the Espada shoved ruthlessly into him, though.
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Grimmjow sat against the wall, watching the woman pace. A few minutes ago Ichigo’s cell door had been opened and they had heard Ichigo yelling in shock, followed by a strange-sounding thud, followed by various muffled shouting voices. Grimmjow wondered what they were doing; they had just been in there torturing his lover the day before.
The woman jumped as a scream echoed throughout the dungeons; Ichigo’s scream. Grimmjow clenched his fists and screwed his eyes shut.
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He felt torn apart; not just physically, but mentally as well. Why was he letting some monster do this to him? He couldn’t believe he was just sitting back and taking it. Grimmjow should be the only one to do this to him. But he had no choice if he wanted to get out of here alive with his friends.
Ichigo moaned in pain as the Espada pulled out and pushed back in again, using Ichigo’s blood as lubricant as he repeated the action. Ichigo screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw to keep himself from making further sounds of weakness. He would not beg.
He felt the Espada pump in and out of him, his pace getting more and more erratic, and wished that it would be over soon. It was humiliating, it was embarrassing, and it was totally shameful. Ichigo felt the fingers tighten around his hip, the nails leaving bloody lines on his skin as the Espada came inside him without a sound. He cringed at the feeling, frighteningly aware of how disgusting he felt as semen and blood dripped down his legs and onto the mattress.
Ichigo’s shaking arms would no longer support him and he dropped to the mattress, tears still streaming down his face; he didn’t bother to wipe them away. For his part, Ulquiorra just stood up, dressed, and left without so much as a backward glance. In some ways, this comforted Ichigo. The fact that Ulquiorra didn’t bother to look back to see him, slumped on the mattress, trembling in his own filth, gave him courage.
He passed out.
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The next day Ichigo woke up with a long groan. His ass ached like crazy and he felt slightly sick to his stomach, but his mind felt clearer, sharper than it had been since he’d been taken to this shit-hole. He was so ready to leave.
He carefully stood up, wincing from the pain in his ass, and stretched his sore muscles. With a careful listen at the door, which yielded no results, he quickly dressed himself and flipped over the mattress. He really didn’t want to look at the evidence of what had happened the night before when he could still feel it; Ulquiorra’s hands on his hips, the tearing pain of being penetrated… The teenager shuddered and cut his thoughts off and walked to the bars.
“Inoue?” He called softly. He heard a faint gasp and some rustling and figured that Grimmjow was probably listening too.
“Kurosaki-kun? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Has Ulquiorra come by to ask you to heal me yet?” He asked, trying not to finch at the name of his rapist.
“He walked by yesterday after… And told me he would be back again later today after you had ‘learned your lesson,’” Inoue replied, sounding hesitant and obviously wanting to know what had happened. He ignored her unasked question.
“Do you still have your hairclips?”
“Yes, Kurosaki-kun, but what..?” She trailed off as a clanking sound echoed off the stone walls. Footsteps resounded and a creaking sound, signifying the opening of Inoue’s cell. More footsteps and then his own cell opened and he was very thankful he had flipped the mattress as Inoue walked in, followed by Stark this time.
Inoue looked back and forth at her love and the Espada as they glared at each other.
“Still not broken, eh? I’ll just have to tell Ulquiorra next time he comes down,” Stark muttered as he walked out. “You have ten.”
As soon as the door closed Ichigo rounded on Inoue.
“Quick, I need your hairpins!”
“K-Kurosaki-kun!” Inoue cried as he took the pins out of her hair, deeming her too slow.
“No time, Inoue!” Ichigo whisper-shouted, trying to use the magical pins to unlock his cell door. He realized they weren’t working but refused to give up. It got to the point where Ichigo was almost in hysterics before Inoue gently took the hand with her hairpins in it. Ichigo stopped and looked at her, his brown eyes wide and pained, pleading with her silently to let him do this.
“Kurosaki-kun, it’s not working. We’re running out of time. I should heal you now,” Inoue said softly, gently taking her pins out of his hand. Ichigo slumped forward, shaking.
“Sorry, Inoue,” he whispered. He was about to say more when they were interrupted by a loud crash outside.
“Ichigo!”
Ichigo’s face bloomed slowly into a smile at the familiar and totally welcome voice.
“Renji! You came!”
There was a cranking sound and his cell door was hefted open to reveal Renji and Rukia.
“Of course we came, Ichigo. Let’s get out of here,” Rukia said, sparing a glance at Inoue before turning around and sweeping out of the cell. Ichigo and Inoue followed the Shinigami out of the cell, in shock that they were suddenly free after weeks of confinement. Ichigo idly wondered what happened to the higher ups, like Aizen, and how the Shinigami got in in the first place, but he wasn’t complaining. They had almost passed Grimmjow’s cell, so Ichigo stopped them.
“We need to get Grimm out,” he stated firmly. Everyone gave him strange looks and he sighed. “Look, we don’t have time to argue. Just trust me. Let’s go.”
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As soon as they had gotten out of the fortress, Ichigo had been informed that the reason they were able to escape was because Matsumoto, Ikkaku, Hitsugaya, Zaraki, Yumichika, and Shuuhei were distracting the Espada. Ichigo’s brain was telling him that he should turn around and fight with them, but his heart wouldn’t have been in it.
He had been running for a half hour, wincing with every step he took as his sore ass throbbed with pain. He knew he was slowing them up and he could tell they were worried about him by the concerned looks they were throwing them. He blushed. He was about to open his mouth to tell his friends to fuck off and stop giving him those looks but Grimmjow beat him to it.
“Look Shinigami, the brat’s been injured. Take it easy on him, or else I’ll kill you.”
The two Shinigami looked shocked and opened their mouths to ask him something but Inoue cut them off.
“Kurosaki-kun, would you like me to heal you?” She asked kindly.
“No!!” Ichigo shouted, blushing slightly at the thought of her healing him. “No.”
Everyone stared at him in shock at his outburst and Inoue’s lip trembled as she looked down.
“What’s wrong, Ichigo?” Rukia asked softly, laying a hand on her arm. Ichigo ignored Grimmjow’s warning growl and sighed.
“I-I can’t,” he whispered looking away. “Grimm?” Grimmjow was at his side in a second, trying to look like he didn’t care but failing.
“Grimmjow… Ulquiorra, he did something… He… Raped me. That’s why I can’t…” Ichigo trailed off helplessly. Grimmjow sat back on his heels, his mind reeling. Raped? And oh God, he had heard it, too! He looked back down at Ichigo, who was looking at the ground. He looked so insecure, and Grimmjow couldn’t blame him. From his experience, most people couldn’t or wouldn’t admit that something like this had happened to them. Ichigo was a brave kid. He tipped up Ichigo’s head with a forefinger to his chin and favored him with a soft smile.
“Ichi… It’s okay,” he whispered, his thumb running slowly over the kid’s trembling bottom lip. “I’ll help you. I’m here for you. I love you.”
Ichigo sighed against him, his muscles losing their tenseness. “Alright, Grimm. Let’s go. And please, don’t tell anyone. I love you too.”
Grimmjow just nodded, taking Ichigo’s hand, nodding to the Shinigami, and sonido-ing away to the meeting point, feeling the Shinigami shunpo-ing behind him. He couldn’t stop the thoughts about what had happened to Ichigo right under his nose. The Sexta Espada couldn’t help but think that this had been his fault, that maybe he somehow could have prevented this from happening. He didn’t know how to help his lover; Ichigo was a pretty resilient person, but this was different. Grimmjow knew he could offer his shoulder, lend an ear, give Ichigo all of his love and comfort, but it was up to Ichigo to take it and use it as needed.
Grimmjow’s blue eyes steeled with resolve as he twined his fingers through his lover’s. He knew two things for certain; he would always love Ichigo, and he would always be there for Ichigo. The rest was all up in the air, but as long as they could draw strength and comfort from each other, they could make it. He saw Ichigo grin out of the corner of his eye and knew that things would never go back to the way they were.
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