Warnings: MalexMale=Yaoi. Violence, Rape, Blood, Bad Language, Limes, Lemons. Offensive language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Pairing: GrimmijowxIchigo
Beta: Un'beated (As of now, searching for one, if you're interested)
A/N: Had this sitting on my computer for quite some time now and decided to free up some space, and see what ya guys think about it. So this is my first attempt at any Bleach, GrimmjowxIchigo fanfic, so be gentle with the reviews please. I'll try and keep them in character as much as possible but I'm sure Ichigo is guna be a little OCC. No flames please.
Unbeta'd so please ignore any grammer mistakes.
*** This story and chapter contains RAPE. If you do not like, then do not continue***You have been warned***
Breakeven
Chapter One: Horror on Earth
"Because horror on Earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained"
-The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
Ichigo couldn't breathe.
His heart pounded painfully against his chest with every step he leaped. His legs ached, burning as he continued to speed down the empty street. He gasped for air, urging his burning lungs to let him breath, to allow him to keep going, to get away.
They were laughing at him, cackling at his attempt to get away. He could hear their voices, getting closer and closer. The sound of their loud thundering footsteps pounded loudly in his ears.
Fear shook his frame, he wanted to scream, to yell out, but it hurt to just breathe, talking, yelling, let alone would be impossible. He wanted to look back, just a quick glance, but he knew that the moment he did, he would regret it.
How long had he been running? Six or seven blocks at least. He cursed his self, feeling stupid and naive. Just three words had turned his life upside down.
'I'm Gay Too'.
It was amazing how such a small thing would lead to him running for his life. Some part of him wished that he hadn't ever uttered those words, that he would have ignored them bulling the blond tall male, but another part of him fought it. He was never the type to just watch someone get picked on for no good reason. So he spoke up. The blond had given him a thankful smile and quickly fled. There were four of them and one of him and without warning fists were connecting with his face.
He rounded a corner, sliding on the wet cement and almost falling, but he caught his self, scrapping his palm on the rough grainy surface. He gasped loudly, realizing where he had turned down.
An alley, with a dead end.
Tears stung at his eyes as he gasped to catch his breath, slowly turning around to face his pursuers. He just couldn't catch a break, ever, could he.
"Though you could get away, eh Strawberry?" The man leered, his two friends chuckling behind him. "Oh I'm going to make you scream you little fag."
"OI! Old man, what the hell is taking so long? The customers are getting rowdy!" Grimmjow yelled through the food service window to his lazy ass of a co-worker. The spikey haired cook, Kenpachi, threw him a glare and snarled at him.
"I'm not old asshole, just more built than your scrawny ass." He brandished the spatula he was holding at the blue haired waiter.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just hurry it up will ya. It's almost closing time." Grimmjow huffed, rolling his eyes and leaving the cook to his work, muttering something that soundly like 'Blue haired bastard' under his breath.
Grimmjoww ignored it, he was too damn tried to deal with Kenpachi at the moment, and he still had thirty minutes until his shirt was over. After assuring his customers that their food would be out shortly he busied his self with wiping down all the tables and preparing the small restaurant, 'Six Pix's', for closing.
Fifteen minutes later, he was escorting the last of their regulars out the door, flipping the open light to off, once they were out.
"See you tomorrow you dumb shit." Kenpachi gave him a short wave as he too exited along with the last of the guest.
"Same to you dumb fuck." He growled out, slamming the door behind the large man, and locking it. Sighing and running a hand down his tired face, he realized his shift had ended fifteen minutes ago. Sighing a curse this time he began issuing his final closing tasks. It took him much longer than he anticipated to clean up the place, and was running much too low on energy when he was done. He gathered the two large bags of trash and headed for the back door. All he wanted to do know was go home and sleep.
The cool outside air felt good as it hit his face, when he exited the restaurant and into the small alley. He had taken two steps towards the dumpster when he heard a series of rushed scuffles and curses. Never in all his twenty six years of life, did he ever think he would witness what he was witnessing at that very moment.
About twenty feet down the alley was three men bent over a fourth.
He had to actually blink to register what he was seeing. After registering the three men, who all looked pale as could be, he registered the fourth one clearly now. He was lying flat on his stomach on the ground, and appeared to be unconscious. The man had blood running from several places down his face. His shirt was ripped, and his pants were completely torn off of him, and Grimmjow could see blood running down his pale legs.
It was quite obvious what was happening, or what had happened to him.
He was raped.
"Oi!" Grimmjow dropped the trash bags and launched his self down the alley at the three. They all ran, one stumbling as he struggled to pull his pants up. Grimmjow got to him first and grabbed at him, getting a good handful of hair, and yanked him backwards. The man yelled out, making Grimmjow smirk, as he pulled him to the ground. The man's skull made contact with the cement hard, making him yell out again. Grimmjow cursed, knowing he wouldn't be able to catch the other two, and instead sunk his fist over and over into the one he could catch.
Blood dripped from his knuckles, dripping onto his cell phone as he dialed an old friend.
Ichigo's face hit the cement hard, making yell out in pain. His arms were swiftly pulled behind his back, not even giving him a chance to lash out at his attackers.
He sputtered out curses one after another, attempting to sound threatening, but failing miserably. Successfully pinned to the wet ground, hit after hit landed on him; on his face, his back, his side, making him yell out each time. By the time the laughing three were done, his body was numb, his throat was hoarse from yelling, and his vision blurred. He barely acknowledged his body being pulled up slightly. He barely felt the hand fumble and yank his belt undone, followed by his button and zipper being pulled down. But when the cool air hit his thighs and boxers were pulled down, his eyes snapped open. 'NO!'
"W-what the- f-fuck- do y-you –". He gasped, his legs and arms kicking and thrashing violently. "N-no.."
"Hold still dammit!" One of the men cursed, flipping him roughly back onto his stomach and knocking the air from his lungs. Tears stung at his eyes and soon overflowed down his bruised and bleeding cheeks. He felt more hands on his arms pushing him harder into the ground, he heard the sound of a zipper unzipping, he felt warm legs on his thighs, pushing them open.
Ichigo cried, tears flowing down his face in streams. He cried because it hurt. But most of all he cried because of how so damn weak he felt. As to how ashamed and pathetic he felt.
'Pathetic. I'm so fucking pathetic.'
He gritted his teeth, tears flowing, and screamed as the man violently thrusted into him, over and over. He felt as if he no longer belonged in his body and just occupied an empty shell, as the second man entered him. He was dead inside by the time the third man thrusted inside him. He couldn't feel anything anymore; his tears had long dried by now. His vision blurred as he was hit with a particularly hard thrust.
"OI!"
The voice rang out loudly down the alley, echoing off the walls, but to Ichigo, it sounded very far away. His eyes were closed now, his mind falling into unconsciousness.
The last thing that passed through his mind was; 'Why?'
"Yo. It's Grimm. I need a favor. Meet me at my place in twenty." Without waiting for an answer, he snapped his phone shut. Dropping his phone into his pocket he grabbed a pair of ripped jeans.
Reaching the unconscious man, he knelt down next to him, and grimaced. The, what looked to be orange haired man, had a big gash across his forehead, allowing blood to pour freely.
The blunette threw a glare back at the bloody pulp of a man. "Shitheads."
Gently as he could he carefully turned the boy over. A pained groaned tore from the man's bruised and bloodied lips, but he didn't wake. Carefully he pulled the mans pants on, grimacing at the large amount of blood that ran down his legs.
Deciding it would better to be rough and quickly get him home, rather than being gentle and letting him bleed to death, Grimmjow swiftly picked the man up bridal style.
"Ah…no..no mo-more.." The orangette groaned, squirming in his arms. Grimmjow instantly felt even worse for the guy. No one ever deserved to go through what this guy had gone through.
"It's alright. You're okay now. I'm going to get you some help." Grimmjow reassured him, his only answer being a pained groan.
Thankfully Grimmjow only lived a short two blocks away, and was at his house before he knew it. He kicked the gate open, shifting the orangette's weight in his arms, so he could fish in his pocket for his keys.
Swiftly as possible he unlocked the door and entered, flicking on a light as he did. He made his way straight into his room, and gently laid the man on his bed.
Now in the light, Grimmjow could see the man's wounds and features clearly now. As for looks, the guy was gorgeous, even with blood running down his face, he truly was. He had light sun-kissed skin, which he could tell was paler than probably should be, a fairly toned looking body, and bright fire orange hair. He almost couldn't blame them for wanting to rape him, but that just wasn't how you do things by his standards.
As for his wounds, they looked worse in the light. Just above his eyebrow laid the large gash that traveled far across his forehead, bleeding profusely. More blood flowed from his nose, and from a large cut upon his bottom lip. A large bruise was beginning to form on his left cheek as well. Grimmjow was almost afraid to see the rest of his body.
He left his room, grabbing a large bowl and a towel from his kitchen. He filled the bowl with lukewarm water and returned the orange haired beauty.
Gently as possible he dipped the towel into the water and patted and wiped the wound on his forehead. Light orange eyebrows furrowed together as he did, at least he knew the guy could feel pain. He wouldn't be dying anytime soon, he hoped at least.
His doorbell sounded and echoed loudly throughout the quite house, making him jump lightly.
"It's about damn time." Grimmjow growled wrenching the door open, revealing his long time friend.
"My my, what a horrible greeting after all these years Grimmjow-kun."
"Drop the kun and get in here already." Grimmjow motioned for the hat wearing man to enter. He did without question, knocking the bluenette lightly with his cane. Grimmjow growled and glared and the light blond man.
"An accident I assure you." He chuckled. "Now what is this favor you require of me so suddenly. I'm going to assume it's nothing easy."
"You'll understand in a second." Grimmjow lead Urahara down his small hallway to his bedroom.
"Oh my I see." Urahara gasped, seeing the unconscious male on his bed.
"I know right…" Grimmjow mumbled, coming to a stop at the foot of his bed.
"What on earth happened to him?" Urahara asked, setting his cane against the bed to examine the man. "He looks as if he's lost a good amount of blood."
"It's a long story, and it's not one your gunna like it."
Ichigo's body felt like a lead weight was holding it down. His eyes fluttered, but his lids were to heavy for him to lift. Same with his arms and legs. He made a feeble attempt at each one, and let out a small whimper when he failed. 'What the hell happened?' He couldn't remember. He remembered going out to the store….but after that…All at once the nights events hit him like a ton of bricks. Every pain in his body came at him in full force reminding him of every second of it.
"Hey? Can you hear me?" A deep velvet voice spoke to his right. His head snapped to the sound, but he didn't want to open his eyes. Not now, not yet. If he did, it wouldn't all be a dream. It'd be real.
"Hey! I said can you hear me?" He felt warm calloused hands on his shoulders, and his eyes were open, and his body was quickly pulling away from the hands.
"Hey hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean ta.." The wild blue haired man told him, raising his hands up, as to surrender. Grimmjow suddenly felt bad for the way he woke the boy, but he had heard him whimpering and he just wanted to make sure the guy wasn't in any pain. But the moment he had laid his hands in the orange haired man, he immediately woke and quickly shifted away from him.
Ichigo studied the man before him; he had wild blue hair, with matching eyes that watched his every move. He sat at the side of the bed, which he sudden realized he was in. Looking around him, he also realized that he was shirtless….wait scratch that, he was in nothing but boxers, yet his body was covered in bandages.
"W-who the hell are you?" He attempted to sound threatening, but his voice was hoarse and shook slightly when he spoke. The blue haired man took notice to this, and his eyes softened slightly.
"Relax kid, your safe now. I found you outside the back of my restaurant."
So what do ya think?
Its just a start, but id love to hear your opinions. No flames though please.
Anywho I hope you all liked, and if you do, then chapter two will be coming soon.
