Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Summary: This is Ichigo’s point of view of the events in ‘Inner Hollow.’ Beta’d by kitsunekiri.

WARNINGS!!! Slight AU, yaoi, graphic RAPE, blood play, character death (not Kenpachi or Ichigo), and just disturbing themes in general.

Inner Hollow: Ichigo’s side

It was stupid of me to love Kenpachi. From the first moment I met him he tried to kill me, and nearly succeeded. But despite his murderous intentions, there was something so alluring about his tall, strong body and scarred face. When he took off his eye patch and his golden orbs locked onto mine I could swear he saw right through me. After Aizen defected and went to Hueco Mundo I ran into Kenpachi again and again it seemed. Him always chasing after me, screaming at me to fight. I don’t know how the hell I ended up with feelings like this when Kenpachi is such a monster.

After I got back home and had some time to myself I let my thoughts wander back to the blood thirsty captain. It wasn’t something I consciously noticed at first, but I caught myself thinking of him when I stroked myself and I freaked out a little. I didn’t really know who to talk to about my new feelings either. Being ‘gay’ wasn’t universally accepted and I had no idea how goat face would take it. These conflicting feelings haunted me all the time. It wasn’t just that I had a crush on a guy, but that it was someone like Kenpachi Zaraki of all people.

I tried to think about girls or even other guys while I masturbated in the shower, but all my thoughts turned to Kenpachi. This strange desire I felt for him to take me was overwhelming. I hesitantly moved my fingers behind me and experimentally stroked my puckered hole. The sensation was slightly erotic and made me moan, which was luckily drowned out by the shower. Gaining confidence, I pushed just the tip of one of them inside myself. It didn’t hurt, per say, but it definitely wasn’t the pleasurable feeling I was hoping for.

Pulling my finger out in disappointment, I finished myself off with a few rough strokes and got out of the shower. If something like that didn’t feel good, than certainly actual penetration wouldn’t either.

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I was in Soul Society when my life changed forever. Rukia and Renji were on an assignment in the human world while I was meeting with some of the captains to discuss the coming war and train. I was lazing about by Byakuya’s koi pond when I heard blood-curdling screams of pain and horror. Not one or two, but more than I could even keep track of. I snatched up my sword and ran through Seireitei, my eyes widening at the massive carnage. Lower Shinigami and seated officers alike were ripped to pieces, some just blobs of flesh.

I slid around the corner, my heart pounding in my chest and that is when I saw him.

Kenpachi stood amidst a pile of dead bodies, one of which was the old man Yamamoto himself. But it wasn’t Kenpachi like I remembered him. His hair, his skin, his shihakusho were all white. The only thing that wasn’t was his black eyes and golden irises. When those eyes turned towards me I felt a shiver of absolute fear go through me. I hadn’t been this afraid since I had woken up on the fateful day to find my dead mother’s body sprawled over me protectively.

“Kenpachi!?” I asked in bewilderment, Zangetsu tense in my hand as I kept it in front of me protectively.

“Ichigo.”

I flinched at his voice, deep and watery. His reiatsu licked the air, coiling towards me almost seductively.

“You’re a…vizard?” I asked in confusion.

“Hah! I guess you could say that.” He begins to walk toward me, blood dripping from him and splattered the already wet ground. I backed up frantically, gripping Zangetsu tighter and lifted my hand to my face to draw my mask. Inside of me Shirosaki is growling in confusion and pleading with me to let him out so he can protect me.

“Hitogoroshi.” He said calmly as he lifted up his own sword. The shadows around me grow darker and solid and before I could even analyze what was going on it lashed out at me. Within a second Zangetsu was broken on the ground and my mask was crumbling. I stared in shock, not even able to figure out what the hell had just happened. It was happening too fast!

His sword solidified into the one I was familiar with yet again and he started to step forward. For a second I couldn’t do anything, not even move, but I got myself together and tried to get away desperately. It wasn’t even a challenge for him; he just grabbed me and slammed me against the nearest wall, pressing his large, unfamiliar body into mine.

“Kenpachi!” I yelled, twisting frantically in his grasp. He was so close I could feel hit breath washing over my face and smell the tang of blood. “I know you’re in there, defeat him! Don’t let him win!”

He threw his head back and laughed. I froze in fear and wondered if this was it, I was finally going to die. “We are Kenpachi.” He growled out, and then he was grabbing my shihakusho and ripping it off my body. “I am just finally letting all of my power go.”

“What are you doing!?” I shouted in confusion and fear while trying to shoving him off. He caressed my bare chest and I couldn’t help slightly enjoying the sensation before snapping out of it again.

“Mating with you.”

“Mating!?” I didn’t understand at first, but then he pressed his face against my neck and licked it before sinking his teeth into my neck. I screamed in pain, struggling desperately even as it worsened the pain.

He finally pulled away, and then licked the wound like an animal would to soothe the pain. I hated this. I hate that he’s doing this to me, and I hate that a part of me actually liked it. I tensed and yelped when his hands started to push my hakama down. I trembled fearfully and tried to shove him away but only managed to bunch the fabric of his kimono. His hands caressed my naked flesh and I could feel his hard on pressing against my stomach through his hakama.

He forced me to turn around and pushed me against the rough wall. My hands clawed at it, trying to get out from in between him and the wall when he grabbed my ass. I yelped, my back jerking straight in shock as his large hands parted my cheeks and his thumbs rubbed against my entrance. I flattened myself against the wall in an attempt to escape the pressure and almost sighed in relief when he pulled away. A second later I heard the whooshing of fabric and I realized he was pushing his hakama down. Trembling, I looked over my shoulder at him, and then squeezed my eyes shut as I caught sight of his monstrously large erection leaking fluid.

I inhaled sharply, trying not to cry as he leaned forward and nuzzled my cheek. I couldn’t handle the affection coming from him in this form, it was so contradicting. I tensed as I felt him rub the head of his dripping penis against my erection almost teasingly.

“No!” I sobbed desperately, my eyes searching his for a glimmer of his self. “Please…Kenpachi, not like this!” I don’t want to be raped!

“How do you want it then?” He grunt lowly and I felt him gently nipping at my shoulder as he rocked his hips forward so his erection slide in between my cheeks. If it had been any other situation the sliding of his penis over my hole without entering would have been arousing.

“Not with you like this…” I bit my lower lip and winced as the rough wall scraped against my sensitive flesh.

“You don’t like the way I look?” He asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously and making my heart beat a little faster.

“No! Well, I mean, the way you look is…” I trailed off and tried to shift away from his hips but he followed my movement, sliding against my anus again but not entering me. “I mean…not with you in your hollow form.” I finished nervously, clenching my eyes shut and gasping as he pressed against my entrance and threatened to slip inside.

“This is my form.” He growled, his chest rumbling against my back, “This is //our// form.” I didn’t even get a second to try and decipher what he meant by ‘our’ because he grabbed my arm and threw me onto the ground next to a dead body. I tried to clamber to my feet but I was sent sprawling once more as he forced me back down onto my stomach and shoved legs apart. Oh god, no! Please no!

“Stop it!” I yelled, tears filling my eyes in frustration and fear.

I felt him reach over to one of the dead body and dragged his hand through the still wet blood. My eyes widened in horror as he grabbed his erection and coated it in the red fluid. He wasn’t seriously using a dead person’s blood as lubricant, was he? Obviously he was because he started pressing his large erection against my entrance. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening!

He gripped my hips and I felt him force himself past my first tight ring of resistance, tearing my rectum as he shoved himself in as far as he could go.

I screamed, my hands digging in the nails and trying to pull myself away as he ripped me apart. I could feel the large difference in our sizes as he molded himself against me, his larger body practically suffocating mine. He actually moved slowly at first but he quickly sped up, slamming into me so hard he knocked the breath out of me. I sobbed and pressed my forehead against my arms, cringing as I felt the thrusts move more fluidly, eased by my own blood.

I twitched as he rubbed my limp penis, breathing in and out roughly as I tried not to enjoy it. But I did. And his painful, strong thrusts only seemed to make it feel better rather than worse. I could hear him growling and grunting in my ear and I spasmed, curling in on myself as I came. Unable to support myself on my arms any longer, I collapsed on my stomach. But Kenpachi wasn’t done yet and he continued to use my body harshly until a strange sensation of warmth and wetness spread inside of me.

I was only half conscious as he flipped me onto my back and then kissed me. I shifted in discomfort as he lapped at my tender, bloody lip but I didn’t have enough energy to pull away. He stroked my hair in a way that I actually found soothing which freaked me out more than the fact he actually did it. He pulled his hakama back up and then I was hit with a wave of dizziness as he unexpectedly lifted me into his arms.

I felt strangely sated as he slipped me back into his clothes, his hands teasing and stroking my flesh but not going any farther than that. He pulled me against his chest once more and I let out a low moan as his tongue lapped at the wound he made earlier from biting me. I arched at the unexpected pleasure, trembling as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around my body.

“Ichi-chan?” I turned my head away as hope filled me that someone else survived and then noticed Yachiru. Of course she would be alive, I was grateful for that. “You didn’t kill Ichi-chan, did you Shiro Ken-chan?” She spoke reproachfully, then beamed as she noticed me peaking at her from within his arms. “Ichi-chan!” She flung herself at me and I flinched, hissing as she accidentally jarred my wounds. “Ichi?”

“He’s fine.” I heard Kenpachi assure her as he lifted me in his arms bridal style while she clambered onto her usual spot on his shoulder. “He’s just in a little pain right now.”

“Okay!”

“Kenpachi?” I shook myself from my stupor long enough to look up at him pleadingly. “Did you kill everyone?”

“Yeah.”

I stared up at him, unbelieving. “Why!?” I shouted. “Why would you do this!?” I beat frantically at his chest like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “You monster!” I cried, tears streaming down my face as I screamed and hit him. He continued moving to what I assumed was his quarters, not ignoring me but not stopping my actions either. I continued this until I was exhausted, burying my head against his chest, trying to ignore how comfortable it was, and sniffled pathetically. I couldn’t believe they were all dead. Rukia and Renji at least were in the real world, but there were so many people…

I slipped into unconsciousness once more, my body throbbing painfully and my mind numb. My only hope was that somewhere inside this ivory beast that the Kenpachi that I loved remained.

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Here you go, I hope you enjoyed it! I will write more ficlets from the ‘Inner Hollow’ universe, but not right away.

For those who are keeping tabs, StarkxIchigo has won the ‘next full length fic’ contest. But I will write a GrimmjowxIchigo right after it, if not during. The StarkIchi is going to be longer than the GrimmIchi so it depends. I will write a ShiroIchi and KenIchi later, too of course!

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