Stained

Review Replies- ShadowofLight: I'm sorry about your family, I am very lucky to have a family that is so open minded and accepts me (not to mention what I write =S) Hm, I might introduce girls that aren't perfect, but there will be a bit more on that in this chapter.
blasterblurby: Lots of ShirIchi and StarrkIchi in this chapter, I hope you enjoy!
Meshala101: Don't worry, I'm not just letting that go, there will be thoughts/discussions about Ichigo's view on Nocuous and his own wariness.
MasterAkira: Nnoitra knows what a good bitchy whore Ichigo would make =D He was just in denial... but Starrk set him straight.
Kunitsu: Then you will *love* this chapter =D
Kazes: Starrk... the silent hero who pwns.
Lynzee: Thanks! =D=D
Shinjichiro: haha, well then I advise being careful when the smut comes around, it might be medically dangerous...
Halftongue: Blind Ichigo *is* a bit alluring... when I get around to finishing it, I'll put a sketch of him as I see him in this story up on DA. I have a StarrkIchi flag too... you can see it from outer space.
Ficfan3484: The four that are going to be Ichigo's "harem" is Starrk, Shirosaki, Grimmjow and Kenpachi.

Beta’d by the one and only Warrior Nun, thank ya!

Stained: Chapter 5

Ichigo ran all the way home, despite his exhaustion from expending so much energy on Stark. He tried to calm himself because he knew that his sisters and father would only panic if they saw Ichigo in this state. His cheeks were flushed and he rubbed at the spot where Stark had licked him in embarrassment.

It had felt so…strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, but that was what freaked Ichigo out the most. His family and past friends hadn’t liked to look at his scar very much; they didn’t want to be reminded up what happened and what Ichigo was. But the way Stark’s tongue moved over the raised skin like he was something tasty made his stomach burn in a nervous way. It was like there was a whole bunch of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

He tried to erase all evidence that he had been fighting again as he walked up to his house.

“Yuzu, Karin, I’m home!”

“Hey brother!” Yuzu called out cheerfully from the kitchen. Ichigo smiled and walked in to see Yuzu on a step stool, stirring a pot on the stove.

She glanced at him and smiled, but must not have seen anything out of the ordinary because she turned back to the stove without fussing.

“Where’s goat face and Karin?”

“In front of the TV, watching the news.”

Ichigo frowned and made his way to the living room. Isshin watched the news all the time (he liked to throw popcorn at the screen when politicians came on), but Karin rarely did so.

He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw what they were watching.

“This will have been the third death of a Perfect killed in this manner so far this week.” The female reporter was saying, looking somber but just energetic as well. “The latest victim, Inoue Orihime, was found in her apartment this morning with her heart ripped out of her chest and placed in her hand. The ritualistic aspects of the crime scene and the similarities to the two other murders highly suggest the work of a serial killer.”

Ichigo tuned the rest out. He recognized that name. He didn’t remember many of his childhood friends, but this name stuck out because she was friends with one of the only kids who weren’t afraid to be around him when his mother was killed and he was made into an Imperfect. Tatsuki wasn’t afraid of anything, and she made it clear that ‘anything’ included Ichigo. Orihime was nervous and fearful of Ichigo at first but with Tatsuki around, she seemed to think nothing could hurt her.

Now she was dead.

Karin looked up from her spot on the couch and sighed at the expression on his face. She stood up and walked over to the phone, grabbing it and tossing it at Ichigo’s head. Ichigo jerked out of his thoughts long enough to catch the phone and frowned at Karin.

“Don’t look at me like that. I know you remember the number. I have no idea why you haven’t kept in contact with her for all of these years.”

Nothing more needed to be said between them. Karin and Ichigo understood each other pretty well and rarely was there ever any need for spoken words. Ichigo gave a short nod and walked up to his room. He plopped down onto his desk chair and stared at the phone.

The last time he had seen Tatsuki was when he got transferred out of the elementary school. The parents had gotten together and petitioned that an Imperfect not be allowed to be around their Perfect children for fear of him tainting them in some way. Ichigo thought it was stupid because he was just like them except for the scar, but they saw it differently. Isshin home schooled Ichigo after that until he was old enough to go to middle school.

He hit the talk button and dialed the number. A cool, female voice answered.

“Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please try the number again, or call your operator to help you.”

Ichigo hung up. So Tatsuki had moved, or something similar. He sighed and stood from his chair to flop onto his bed. He didn’t know what he was thinking, calling Tatsuki in the first place. Closure? No, he had long since then come to terms with the situation. Perhaps it was because he wanted to reach out and grab a friend who would understand him. Who he could help and be helped by equally.

He grimaced and clutched at his eye which seemed to throb painfully despite having been healed for years. He rolled over onto his side and curled his legs up to his chest, ignoring the homework he knew he had to do.

He felt dirty, stained. His hand unconsciously reached up to trace where Stark his licked him and he jerked his hand away when he realized what he was doing. He scowled scornfully as he remembered what Stark had said. Stark might not be that bad, but there were Nocuous out there like the one who killed his mother and that attacked him earlier that wanted nothing more then to kill Perfects and Imperfects, sometimes even humans.

Ichigo closed his eyes tightly and willed his thoughts away before getting up to do his dreaded homework. Derivatives sucked.

…

The next morning, Ichigo was rightfully apprehensive about walking to school. He doubted that any of the thugs would be hanging around so early, but the ones from yesterday might be waiting for him.

He kept his power tightly coiled underneath his skin and under control as he walked to school, glancing around for any suspicious movement the entire way there. When he got there the three friends were sitting on the steps, laughing and talking with each other while completely disregarding other students that were trying to get by them.

“Yo, Ichigo!” Ryuu shouted, much to Shirosaki and Grimmjow’s disgruntlement.

“Morning Ryuu.” Ichigo said and glanced slightly at the others. “Taikei. Jeagerjaques.”

Grimmjow glared at him while Shirosaki eyed him. Ichigo frowned at the strange look and was about to open his mouth to comment on it when Shirosaki began to speak.

“Stark told me somethin’ interesting yesterday.” Shirosaki said and yawned.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes. “Oh?”

“I bet ya aren’t so eager to walk home by your lonesome now.”

“Fuck off.” Ichigo grumbled and moved to walk past Shirosaki on the steps, but Shirosaki stood and grabbed Ichigo’s wrists.

“I’m not doing this out of the goodness of my heart ya know.” Shirosaki hissed. “All the Nocuous would get into trouble if something happened to an Imperfect in this territory.”

“Nothing happened.” Ichigo jerked his arm out of Shirosaki’s grasp and Shirosaki glared at him.

“Only because Stark was there.”

Ichigo didn’t reply.

“Tch, whatever, just let one of us take ya home or get your daddy to come pick ya up.”

“Fine.” Ichigo grumbled and the subject was dropped.

While Ryuu walked next to Ichigo to their class, Shirosaki and Grimmjow fell behind. Grimmjow smirked and nudged Shirosaki. Shirosaki glanced at him and Grimmjow reached his hands out and mimed grabbing Ichigo’s ass. Shirosaki snorted and tilted his head to the side to check Ichigo’s ass out while the Imperfect continued on, unaware of the Mongrel and Nocuous’ silent conversation.

But two others did. Kenpachi and Stark slipped out of the shadows and silently approached the group from behind. Shirosaki and Grimmjow were the only ones who noticed, however, and simply shifted to allow the other two to fall into step.

Ichigo glanced back when he finally felt their aura and scowled at the four men. Kenpachi smirked at Ichigo and Ichigo turned his head back around quickly before Kenpachi could make any crude comments.

He using Ichigo ignoring him to his advantage to that when he moved to pass Ichigo to get into his own classroom, he brushed his hand against Ichigo’s ass and gave it a sharp squeeze.

Ichigo jerked away with a curse and moved to hit the other Imperfect, but Kenpachi was already gone.

“Asshole!” Ichigo shouted after him, making Shirosaki snicker.

“I can’t blame him, really.” Grimmjow said and threw his arm around Ichigo’s shoulder and pulled him closer.

“Screw you.” Ichigo shoved Grimmjow away, which only made Grimmjow laugh and hold him tighter.

“I think I’m with Jeagerjaques on this one.” Shirosaki moved in between Ryuu and Ichigo to wrap his arm Ichigo’s waist and leaned his chin on Ichigo’s shoulder. “I mean, ya Imperfects have to be good for something.” His hand moved farther and farther down Ichigo’s back as Ichigo tried to squirm away, but was unable to because he was trapped in between the two men.

Just as Shirosaki was about to move his hand further down, Stark stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, pulling him away. Shirosaki growled and yanked his hand free, glaring at Stark. Ichigo tried to turn and see what was going on with them, but Grimmjow strengthened his hold on Ichigo’s shoulder and all but man handled him to their next class.

Other students that were still in the hallway stepped around the two Nocuous warily and some cringed at the aura they were both giving off.

“What the fuck, Stark!?” Shirosaki hissed.

“What are you doing with Ichigo?” Stark asked calmly, his grey eyes narrowed on Shirosaki’s face.

“Tch, what’s it to ya?” Shirosaki crossed his arms over his chest and glared dangerously. “Unless…ya are interested in him yourself?”

Stark said nothing.

“That’s what I thought. I was wondering why ya happened to be there when Ichi was walking home all by himself. Are ya stalking him or something?”

“He’s interesting.”

Shirosaki smirked and raised an eyebrow. “He certainly is. He’d be even more interesting with his legs spread though.”

Stark’s eyes flashed and his power started to glow around him, making Shirosaki snicker.

“Don’t deny it’s true. An Imperfect like him wouldn’t date a Nocuous like ya or me. Did ya think he might let ya fuck him if ya saved him?”

Stark moved so fast that it appeared he was standing still despite the fact that he sent Shirosaki flying backwards into the locker bank. Shirosaki quickly recovered with a snarl and lunged forward, making Stark skid back a few feet before he was able to plant his foot and pivoted so Shirosaki was knocked off balance.

“What’s going on here?”

Both of them turned and looked at professor Aizen who was gazing at the both of them coolly.

“Nothing…” Shirosaki hissed and glared at Stark before turning to leave for class.

Aizen raised an eyebrow at Stark who said nothing.

“As a Nocuous, you must make a good example of yourself for others.” Aizen said.

Stark didn’t reply.

Aizen gave a long suffering sigh and waved his hand in dismissal. Stark moved lazily, but Aizen continued to watch him until he turned the corner.

When Shirosaki got to class he smirked at Ichigo who was scowling and trying to shift away from Grimmjow who had leaned forward in his seat and was whispering in his ear. Ryuu was leaning back in his seat with a frown on his face as he watched Grimmjow.

“Would you just leave him alone?” Ryuu muttered in defense of Ichigo who looked very appreciative of the help.

Grimmjow glared at Ryuu and turned to argue with him just as Shirosaki walked past. Ichigo sighed with relief, and then stiffened as he realized that Shirosaki had stopped just an inch away from him and his face was at crotch level. He pulled away quickly and Shirosaki grinned before moving on and sitting in his own seat.

Ichigo was on edge for the rest of the day and was apprehensive to allow either Grimmjow or Shirosaki to walk him home despite what happened the day before. But nevertheless, he said nothing when Shirosaki wordlessly walked down the steps with him.

He frowned as he noticed the group from the day before, but they only scowled at him and didn’t say anything.

“If it’s only you here with me, why aren’t they attacking?”

Shirosaki slung his arm around Ichigo’s shoulder and leaned in close with a wicked smirk. “They know better then to attack me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ichigo asked and tried to shift away.

“I mean that ya aren’t the only one who gets in lots of fights.”

Shirosaki stayed close to Ichigo until they arrived just outside of his house. Ichigo was about to step away to get inside when Shirosaki moved his hand up to Ichigo’s neck and turned his head to Ichigo.

Ichigo froze as warm lips covered his chastely and then pulled away.

“Consider that payment.” Shirosaki licked his lips and his eyes flared as he tasted Ichigo’s aura lingering on them. “Delicious.”

Ichigo took a step back and almost stumbled over a low hedge, making Shirosaki snicker. He gave Ichigo a short wave and then left, leaving Ichigo staring after him with a bright face and incredulous stare.

As soon as Shirosaki was out of sight, Ichigo raised his hand to his lips and wiped them furiously, trying to get rid of the warm sensation that lingered. He darted his tongue out in slight curiosity and found that Shirosaki’s remaining aura wasn’t in the least bit disgusting.

“Fucking Nocuous.” Ichigo cursed and went inside before he embarrassed himself even further. From his hidden spot behind the fence, Shirosaki smirked and walked away from the house for good this time while whistling cheerfully.

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I wonder what kind of payment Shirosaki would expect if he saved Ichigo? >=3