Title: Abused
Author: Hollowshirosaki413\D.R. Ward
Date: 1-19-13

Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki was a teen that was constantly beaten due to the fact that he was gay. He was a nothing, he was something that has been thrown to the side not by just the school population, but his parents also. But when his middle school crush, Grimmjow, swoops in and saves the day, what's going to stop him from pursuing his dream?

A\N: Welp, I know this has kind of a...I dunno, sped up story line, but I'm trying to work on it. xD I believe I'm getting better (in some cases), so I hope I can someday impress you guys! Enjoy! D:

I tried to catch myself as I plummeted towards the cold, hard, cracked concrete floor, but my efforts were useless; my hands gave out from under me. Groaning in a load of desperation and pain, I tried to look up at my abuser through the immense blood, but all I was granted with was darkness. I coughed as blood spurted from my mouth once more, my skin contracting with the grey formation of the alley.

"Ya fuckin' piece o' gay shit, whadda fuck is wrong witchu?" The abuser asked me with a sneer as he continued to kick me; all from the back of my head, to the rib-cage, and finally down to the knees. My red liquid spilled throughout the entire alley, smearing it with the colour left and right.

"W-What…Is…Wrong with you…?" I ask him, trying to be defiant as I find myself gasping for air. My vision was blackened in spots, but I refused to black out just yet, afraid of what would happen if I did. Pain engulfed the form that I owned as the thug and his buddies continued to take out their anger on my battered form.

"What didja jus' say?" The man questioned me in a gravelly voice. As I gulped, I immediately realized I shouldn't have spoken back at all. He paused for a second, but then began a harsher pace while as digging the tip of his foot into the under-side of my rib-cage, then pulling, making me cry out in an un-deniable pain. A satisfying crack was sounded through the night, which made all of his buddies snicker with amusement. I howled in agony. That hurt. And I was no stranger to pain. "There must be somethin' wrong witcha, fer ya to like dick an' all." The gangster commented crudely as his buddies laughed.

I coughed blood out of my mouth, the coppery taste giving off a sense of satisfaction to the others from my look of distain. Quietly, suddenly, and emotionlessly, I glace up at them. They all had a tall and beefy build, which showed off that they had bit more than a few fights behind their belt. I hiss as a sudden jolt of pain invaded my nervous system, but then shut my trap so I wouldn't give them any more joy to hear my cries.

"Tch, let's go boys, we ain't got time ta mess with lil' bitchez like 'im." The leader, who was also my abuser, sneered with a disgusted face. I then felt a warm kind of liquid drop down my face, which I immediately recognize as saliva. He spit on me, I thought with a look of exhaustion and disgust. My eyes clenched closed once more as my blood began to mix with the dripping substance the leader once owned. When I heard footsteps finally begin to walk away, a sighed in relief, glad I didn't have to receive any more of the foot that I oh-so detested.

My body continued to ache with remembrance, but I tried to ignore that as I dragged myself over to the cold alley wall. The cracked ribs inside of me pressed in strange, restricting ways, but I made sure not to move them in any place close to my lungs.

"F-Fuck…" I murmur out as I spit to the side of me. With a petulant sigh and another cough of blood, I crested my eyelids above my eyes. What a load of bull… I thought. Picking on a gay guy, like I'm disgusting. Am I disgusting…? Really….? I was sure that I was. Disgusting. Maybe I was even vile, or stupid, or mentally incapable, or something like that.

"What the hell is wrong with ya?" a voice invaded my senses. I shrank back into the shadows due to fear, desperately trying to avoid getting beaten again. Who was that? Were they back again…? Or was it someone else? "Y-Yo, what's wron'…? Oh, shit!" The now shocked voice came closer, and closer, and closer. I flinched with every step coming towards me, trying to stay awake to see who my attacker was. The footsteps stopped in front of me, and I could see feet, but I didn't have enough energy to lift my head up to look at this person. "Hey, Imma pick ya up, kay?" The man's deep voice warned me. All of a sudden, I felt my almost limp body being lifted up into the air; muscled, strong, toned and warm arms wrapping around me. His warmth to my coldness made goose bumps rise over my body.

"W-Who…?" I manage to grumble through the blood. The man said a name, which I faintly recognized as one I knew, but before I could register it or respond, I blacked out.

That's when I welcomed the darkness.

~oOo~

When I awoke, the first thing I noticed through my blurry eyes was white. Pure, solid white. The room before me, as I looked around, didn't appear to have any apparent colour to it other than the silky, blood red sheets I was currently wrapped up in. It was quite comfortable and warm, I had to admit. There were also only bare necessities in this room; a bed, a side table, and a dresser – nothing more really adamant in the place. Apart from the pictures. About three of them, they were, and colourful pieces of randomness, they were, also. I blinked as the colours began to blur. Coughing once again, I felt a little bit of blood run down my chin. Pain began to develop in my rib-cage once more.

"Pain relievers are on the night stand." That same voice spoke to me again. This time I looked over and was able to place a name and a face with the seductive voice that had saved my life. When I did, however, shock was the only think that came to mind.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was the one who helped me.

You may be wondering who in the hell this 'Grimmjow Jeagerjaques' is. Well, there's too much to tell in such a short way of saying it, but quite frankly, he is a rich, popular, ganged up teenager who was well known for his overly-exaggerated sex appeal and his unruly blue hair. He also had crystal blue eyes, and strange tattoos under them, which made me wonder how much it had to hurt to get them done. Grimmjow was, put simply, my crush, my idol, the person I fantasized about whenever I felt up to doing something 'naughty'.

Grimmjow smirked immediately at the sight of my shocked features. "What, cat got yer tongue?" He gave me a pure flash of his pearl white teeth, making me shake my head and shrink back in fear. As I stare at him silently, I ponder – wonder, even – why in the hell Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was there to help me. Maybe he wanted something from me, I thought briskly. He has no other reason, no ulterior motive.

But I wanted to know now, not later, so I wouldn't have to pay back any more debt that I was in. "W-What do you want from me?" I ask quietly, trying to stay strong. I remember that Grimmjow doesn't like weakness, so, reluctantly, I willed myself to man up and look him in the eyes. I remembered how weak I was, also, in this state, making me want to cringe back in yet more fear. I was about to turn away from the penetrating gaze that held me, when the blue-haired man walked forward into the room, scoffing.

"Do I look like I want somethin' from yah?" He commented with an impassive look. He reached his pinky up to dig some wax out of his ear. I watched the action with calm chaos.

I gulped but didn't answer his question. Instead, I asked another. "Then w-why did you help me?" I dared to ask. Just then, in a spur of the moment, I notice that my wrists have been bandaged and the familiar stinging that I was all too used to have now descended. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What the hell? I think to myself. Oh – Oh, no! That meant he saw them! As quickly as I thought that, my hands were under the silk covers, trying to avoid any eye-contact towards me. He saw them; that was very, very bad.

I could tell that Grimmjow was about to bring it up, however, due to how he watched my action with disgust. I cringed. "Ya betta' stop tha'." He commented, sounding a bit disgruntled.

"Why?" I grumbled. I had no reason to stop – The pain gave me something to focus on other than my conceited self-pity party I seemed to be always in.

Grimmjow didn't speak as he edged his way to the side of my – or rather, his – bed. I watched him like a hawk, trying not to show my obvious fear to being beaten once more. It didn't work, I was aware of that, but it was truly worth the try, was it not?

"Stop shrinkin' back, I ain't gonna hurt ya." Easy for you to say, Grimmjow, you're not the one face with a built 200 pound thug facing you. I thought dryly, my lack of humor almost making me laugh. The way he said it, though… It wasn't exactly in a 'nice' tone, because Grimmjow didn't do nice, but it was… Something. I'm not sure how to describe it.

Also, he didn't usually help people.

Which is why I thought the fact that he knew me, and yet still helped me, was strange. Maybe even bat-shit crazy, for all I knew. "Y-You do know that I'm gay, right?" I suddenly blurt out. If he didn't, why hasn't he punched – or kicked – me yet? I don't understand. Or is he waiting until I heal so it can hurt even more than now…?

Surprisingly, the blue-haired sex god chuckled. "Who doesn't?" He commented rather lightly. This made my eyes widen even more than they already were. "It ain't like I haven't heard the rumors." Grimmjow chortled as he shook his head. He looked frustrated, but I couldn't figure out the reason why.

I snarled quietly and then backed up against the backboard. "Then why aren't you hitting me?" I voice my previous worries with a growl.

Grimmjow cocked his eyebrow as he leaned backwards on the bed to get a better look at me. "Jus' because I'm a thug…" His voice spoke with a scorning tone. "Doesn't mean I do the same shit as them. In fact…" His tone changed immediately from a voice of distain to one of humor. I looked at him oddly. "I play fer both sides a tha' fence."

I had to hold back a strangled gasp of amazement as my eyes widened. "W-What?" I spoke, breathless for the first time since I woke. My voice was only a whisper, for I couldn't muster up any more strength to say otherwise. Everything I owned turned into a look, a feeling, a taste of shock, which was why I couldn't speak any more than 'what.' I was awe-struck at how openly and comfortably he stated that, like he couldn't give a care in the world. Maybe he didn't, just for the fact he could beat anyone's asses who dare make a snarky comment about his sexuality.

"Ya heard me." Grimmjow responded after a minute. He stood up. "Take those pills and get yer ass back ta sleep before I have ta knock yah out." My face twisted in fear once more. He was going to hurt me, then…? A cough passed his perfect lips. I glanced, wide-eyed and shaking, at him. "Er…" He mended. "Just take the pills and go to sleep, alright? I won't hurt yah." The calming voice Grimmjow began using made me a bit anxious. Grimmjow wasn't one to soothe, so why was he soothing? "Be back in a couple 'a hours." He finished as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Obeying his command, I took the pills and went to sleep.

~oOo~

When I awoke for the second time that day, I felt a great deal better. The ache in my ribs became a dull, nullifying feeling, but it was still there. My wrists no longer burned, and my head was no longer bleeding (neither was my mouth). I could still feel the bruises, but there was nothing Grimmjow nor I could do about that fact.

Ah, that' reminds me. Grimmjow.

That subject didn't seize to surprise me. I would expect Grimmjow to be straighter than a 6,000 foot metal rod, but I turn around and he suddenly plays for both sides of the fence? I mean, what the hell…? The idea alone was strange in itself.

I sighed as my stomach decided to start growling. Realizing that I was hungry, I cautiously stood, making my way carefully and painfully over to the door. Just as I opened the wooden contraption and took a step forward, I ran into a solid rock of hard muscle.

"Ah-!" I manage to squeak as I face plant into Grimmjow. His chest rumbled, and suddenly I realize he was laughing.

"Why hey there, Ichi." The block of mass-muscle purred out. I shiver and pull away from him quickly, hoping to god that my face didn't show as much embarrassment as I felt at that moment. The man watched my every moment with contempt, his lips pulled upwards, trying to fight an amused smile.

"H-Hi." I respond as I back away slowly. He doesn't move, which I was grateful for in the long run.

"Time fer dinner." Grimmjow warned me with a growing smirk. I blushed and nodded, looking at the floor, not trusting myself to look at him. "Well, ya comin'?" He gave me a weird look as I glance at him from the corner of my eye. I sighed.

"A-Alright." I nodded. When he began to move out of the room, he expected that I follow him, so I did. Down the stairs, through the living room, around the corner and into the kitchen we went. The smell of bacon immediately invaded my senses as soon as I step into the kitchen, right along with the smell of freshly cooked scrambled eggs. The food made my mouth water in hunger, yet I didn't understand why. I mean, I haven't eaten a lot within the past year, so I thought my stomach would be able to contain the hunger much better. I guess not.

I sat down next to the plate which I assumed was mine, I look at the corner of the table. I didn't feel like making eye-contact with the man who saved my life as I thanked him. "T-Thank you." I heard him sit down in front of my while, and I look up to see him raising his eyebrow. I look back down.

"Fer wha'?" Grimmjow questioned me. I let an incredulous look pass by my features.

"For everything. I mean, taking me to your place, going out of your way to help me, patching my wounds…" I glace with a frown at my still-wrapped wrists. "The food, and attempting to comfort me, and, and…Not hitting me, not kicking me to the curb, everything like that…" I frown as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, glad to have let that out. I was about to lighten the mood and comment about how he cooked breakfast for dinner, but I decided I wouldn't go into that right now.

Grimmjow shrugged, as if he was uncomfortable with being thanked. "I-It was nothin'." He tried to modernize the statement, but I shook my head as soon as I figured that out to quiet him.

"N-No!" I say. "No one ever helps me, I mean, they're either scared that someone will see them helping me, or they think I'm stupid and disgusting and deserve it, they know that I'm an un-wanted, and -." I stop myself and take a deep breath as I meet his eyes. "I-I mean, I appreciate it, really. I'll pay you once I get the money, but –"

"I won't accept it."

With Grimmjow's interruption, I glanced at him in shock. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?" His perfect voice questioned. A pale blue eyebrow raised in question at my weird face.

"Why won't you accept it?" I find that weird. It wasn't like he needed the money, he has all of that and then some, but it was the thought that I'd think he'd appreciate. But then, if he didn't want money, what did he want from me…? H-He didn't want…Did he? "Y-You don't want sex from me…Do you?" I ask quietly. I didn't want to ask that, but I also didn't want to find out by immediate shock. It wasn't like I was going to say no, because, well, he was my lifelong crush, why in the world would I say no, but I didn't want to freak and do something stupid if he did.

The look on his face was amused as I stated so. "I wouldn't mind it, but nah, I don't want sex. I don't want anythin' from ya, Ichi, trust me." Grimmjow chuckled at the blush that appeared on my face. "Unless, of course…Ya wanna." He comments lightly. I look away and focus on eating my dinner instead, aware of the gaze trained on me. After about three mouthfuls, I look back at him, swallowing.

"What would you do if I said I wanted to?" I asked the men in front of me seriously.

Grimmjow, for once, looks surprised. He then covered it up as he shook his head. "I wouldn't touch you." He shot back gravely. Swallowing the saliva that came up from my mouth, I went back to eating, my heart beating painfully from the immense shock I had. I tried to mask the hurt on my face, but Grimmjow seemed to see right through me. He continued. "I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't want to fuck ya into the wall, Ichi." He grinned as if it was a common statement. I choked on my eggs. "But yer broken, Ichi. I ain't stupid, and I sure as hell ain't oblivious."

"I-I'm not broken, I-"

"Shut up." Grimmjow cuts me off. I shut up as I put my fork down, staring at him intensely. "I dunno what ya went through er anythin', but I do know it's a lot, so –"

This time, I cut him off. "Kiss me." I tell him. It was more like a bold command, but that really didn't matter at the moment.

"…No." Grimmjow states after a few seconds of waiting. A sudden urge of annoyance runs throughout me, and, unable to contain my sudden anger, I slam my fists down on the table and stand.

"I'm not broken!" I hissed at his sudden thoughts that I happened to be weak. "I can kick your ass any day if I choose to, I'm a black belt in Karate, Self-Defense, and Tai-Quan-Doe, and I –"

The blue-haired man interrupted the beginning of my rant. "I know yer not weak, Ichi, but yer broken." Then Grimmjow looked at my calmly, as if he wasn't surprised at all that I could fight. "I understand why you don't fight back, I should say."

I plopped back down in my seat and continued to eat, not wanting to find out why he thought I didn't fight.

But I listened anyway.

"It draws attention to yah. Ya don't like attention, because yer gay, so ya think, why not hide in the shadows? Still too proud to dye that hair though, which I respect…" He mutters the last part under his breath, and I almost didn't catch it. Not stopping, he continued. "But, do ya have any idea how much that's hurtin' yah…?" he finished with a furrowed brow towards me. I look down at my empty plate, half shocked that he had figured me out with a bat of an eyelash, and half awkward that he actually took that much thought into it and cared.

I could feel his eyes on me, as if they were waiting for a response. I didn't give him one. Instead, I changed the subject to the previous one.

"Kiss me." I say again, still staring at the table. My eyes shut as I breathed through my nose and closed my eyes. "Please." I plead to him, sounding a lot more desperate than needed. My mouth suddenly felt dry as I heard the sound of a wooden chair scraping against the floor. My back stiffened; my face heated up with blood before I could stop it. The threatening steps that echoed off the kitchen walls continued to come nearer and nearer – right until they stopped in front of me. I could see his bare feet – even they were perfect.

Before I could react, Grimmjow's hand was placed under my chin, his lips only a millimeter or two away as he lifted my head up to look at him. I stared at a pair of cobalt blue orbs through my half-lidded, fire-orange ones, my bangs disrupting half of my view. Grimmjow stared back, lust clear as day in his eyes, burning, like they were about to burst if I even moved an inch. So, I decided to stay still.

"Yer such a bossy lil' shit, aint'cha?" he murmurs, his peppermint breath ghosting over the face that I owned. My lips parted; ready to reply, when a pair of perfectly sculpted lips forcefully pressed onto mine, his perfectly shaped tongue deciding to take refuge within my mouth without a seconds notice. His strong arms pulled my up forcefully also. This gave him the advantage to wrap his arms around my waist. I groaned into the immediate kiss, my hands reacting on their own and grabbing their way up to his sea of blue locks.

The feeling that suddenly erupted in me suddenly made my eyes roll back under my lids in pleasure. Grimmjow toyed with my tongue – prodding, rubbing, licking, and swirling, and I had to admit that the kiss was no short of amazing. I groaned into him once more, my body molding with his in undeniable lust. Grimmjow growls animistically against my moistened lips, before he slowly moves away, kissing me once, twice more, before our lips disconnected. His arms still lay fastened around my waist.

I immediately placed my head on his toned chest, only able to reach up to the breast due to my lack of height. Grimmjow's warmth – a warmth that I have fantasized over ever since my middle school years – was finally given to me. It still left me shocked that he gave a living shit about me, that he noticed me enough to try and figure me out. I still couldn't comprehend much of it. Yet, Grimmjow didn't question me, question my life, but just make observations of everyday activities. How did he do that? How did he make me feel so comfortable even when he's trying to figure me out?

I blink as I feel my eyes begin to moisten. Growling to myself, I move my head just enough so my eyes weren't in his shirt, so he didn't feel the cold substance wanting to pool from my eyes. I keep them closed, however, as I feel the first drop of saltwater tear its way down my face, dripping reluctantly onto my shirt. I didn't understand Grimmjow. He acted like being gay was just fine in this world, like it was nothing, like there was nothing to hide day from day. He acted like he was fine with me – like I was normal. Why did he do that? How did he do that?

I grit my teeth as Grimmjow pulls back from me. I turn around immediately so he wouldn't see my face.

"T-Thank you, Grimmjow, for everything. But I have to go." I speak, my voice foreign as it passes my lips. I take my first step, willing to get away from the blue-haired god, and then another quickly, before I felt myself being stopped by a calloused hand.

"So you can willingly let yourself be beaten again, Ichi? Is tha' what ya wan'?" Grimmjow makes me think. I hate when he makes me think. I pull away from him. "Do ya wanna keep runnin' from everythin'? Ya think that's gonna solve you?" Grimmjow emphasized. I twitch as I turn to look at him, a snarl on my face, momentarily forgetting the fact that I was crying.

"Don't act like you know me! Stop it!" I yell as I back away from him. "You know nothing of me!" I snarl once more as I stumble backwards.

He acts so high and mighty. He acts like he's such a tough guy. He acts like he knows everything. He acts like he knows of me, of the world, of every little thing that happened. He acts like he can just waltz in and become something to me, something important, after everything. It made me want to scream. Where was he years ago? Where was he when I needed someone like him, where was he when I made the decision to become the protector of others, the punching bag of myself? Where was he?

I ramble, and ramble, and ramble on inside of my head. Grimmjow only stares at me, like I was still normal, like he was looking at someone that was just like him, like the world. Why? Why did he try to understand? I didn't even understand myself. I couldn't. Why? So, why? Why did he even dare try?

"You're crying." Mr. Tanned and Devious stated. I growl.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." I hiss out as I turn and make my way to the door. I turn the knob, ready to get out of this wrenched place in which I was brought to.

"Stop running." Why did he have to stop me?

"This won't change anything." Why did he have to help me?

"This won't change who you are." Why did he have to save me?

My legs gave out from under me. I fell to the floor, my hands still prominently on the door knob, my head bowed down low as I broke down in front of that man. My face began to heat as I sobbed into the door, no shame on my face as I willing bare my soul out to the world. I didn't cry, I wasn't supposed to cry, so why did he make me? Why did he press all of the right buttons? Why, why, WHY?

"Fuck you. Damn you to hell. I h-hate you!" I banter quietly, more to myself than him. I hear Grimmjow's footsteps descend towards me, then stop, as he reaches my bantered form. His arms wrap around me; I don't struggle. He brings me back to bed, even though I was not tired whatsoever, and sets me down. He doesn't leave. Why not? He sits down and lays next to me on bed, patting my hair affectionately as he listens to my sobbing. Why? He wraps his other arm around me, protectively, his voice uttering soothing comments as he tightens his grip on me. Why?

"Stupid, stupid man. You're so stupid." I scold him over and over as I continue to wetten his shirt.

"I know." Grimmjow chuckles as he kisses my forehead.

"I hate you."

"Okay."

"Stupid."

"You've said this already."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He understands me. Fuck.

My eyes blur once more as a tear streaks its way down form my face. He wipes it away and kisses my forehead once more. "Why?" I murmur out as I feel his lips press against my head a couple more times. "I don't understand you."

"Great thing I do then."

"Fucker." I smile softly as I bury my head further into him. His chest rumbles again, as he laughs, making me want to chuckle along. I wipe the last of my tears down my face as I snuggle into his warmth.

Grimmjow really was an idiot.