Author's Notes

From Beverly…With Love

This is a Crossover Fanfiction Novel. This story takes elements from several different Marvel canons. This takes place roughly a few months before Age of Ultron timeline. Agents of SHIELD is going on, but not the Netflix MCU series.

This is crossed with Ultimate Spiderman and the team from there. Luke Cage, Danny Rand, White Tiger, and Nova were on the helicarrier in accordance with that canon, and have since moved on after graduating high school. Peter Parker attends New York University and is 20 in this story.

The Bleach timeline is canon through Fullbringer Arc. Ichigo has been acting as a substitute Shinigami since then. Ichigo went to school in Tokyo, but was scouted by an American recruiter and given a full ride scholarship to New York University with a guaranteed residency. He is 21 in this story.

Synopsis

New York city was a bigger city than Ichigo expected, and being a foreigner on a scholarship was tougher than he wanted to admit. He ends up befriending and becoming roommates with fellow student Peter Parker. They find their lives mesh, because neither one wants the other to discover their secret lives. Then, Shinji shows up with a group from Soul Society, taking up space in their apartment. Peter is amused, especially since none of them realizes he understands Japanese. After overhearing a few conversations, he doesn't understand, he decides he should talk to someone about them, and he decides Tony Stark, his idol in tech manufacture would be a good choice.

Tony, taking a break from his duties on the Avengers to do something for Stark Industries, goes to do a talk at NYU about medical technology. Ichigo catches him before he leaves and asks some questions. A sudden attack by Hydra surprises, and knocks out, everyone in the room except Ichigo. He attempts to protect Tony, and everyone else, but is brought down before he can use his badge to get out of his body. He wakes up in what becomes a nightmare, not just for the Shinigami, but for Tony Stark as well.

Warning

This is a hardcore yaoi/slash fanfiction. This is rated MA. This contains explicit sexual content. This story includes humiliation, human experimentation, forced voyeurism, mental manipulation, forced bondage, sexual/physical/mental torture, and rape. This story also includes recovery, PTSD, graphic violence, and explicit sex between male characters. This story is not intended to be read by individuals under the age of 18.

Disclaimer

I do not claim ownership of any part of the Bleach universe or of the Bleach characters. Tite Kubo owns this amazing world; I am simply playing within it. Original elements do belong to me. There is no copyright infringement intended and I in no way make money from writing or posting this work of fanfiction.

Chapter One

Twisted Strings of Fate

New York University was a huge place, and Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't sure how to handle such an enormous school. New York itself was bigger than he expected. He did like that American Universities all had the summers off, so he could go home and visit his family for a bit. Still, he had two weeks before classes started, and he still needed to find a place to live. Everything had happened so fast, he hadn't been able to find something on campus, so he was stuck standing at the advertising board for roommates. He stared at ad after ad, and he was even m ore confused. Despite having a really good education in English, some of these postings…

"Hey man," a voice came from behind him. He turned and saw a guy about his height and age with messy brown hair and light brown eyes. "You look confused."

Ichigo sighed. "Hai…" he muttered. "Sorry, yeah, I am. I'm not the best at English, and the way some of these are written, I don't get what they mean…" he frowned and pointed to one that just seemed like a jumble of English words. Was it English?

The other guy laughed. "Ah, name's Peter Parker," he said and extended a hand.

"Um, Kurosaki Ichigo," Ichigo responded then realized that was backward. "I'm sorry, uh, Ichigo Kurosaki. I've only been in America for a couple weeks; I'm still getting used to the customs."

"You're looking for a place to live in New York two weeks before school starts? Are you a masochist?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I didn't expect things to be so difficult," Ichigo muttered, running a hand through his orangy red hair.

The truth was, his father had wanted to wait until the last minute for him to go, and his sisters had cried. He had no idea why. He was already living in Tokyo, but he guessed he did get to see them on the weekends. This way, moving to America for school, it was going to be a pain. Not to mention with the whole alien invasion thing in New York. That had been a surprise to everyone. Luckily, it seemed Japan had missed a lot of the problems that America had with the inhumans that had surged in existence recently. Then again, Ichigo was okay with the existence of Fullbringers and Quincy, so a few other humans that had odd powers didn't bother him.

"You know," Peter said, holding up a flyer. "I was actually here to put this up. I mean, it would make my life easier to find a roommate quickly. I have a small apartment, but it has two bedrooms, and my previous roommate, well, my ex-girlfriend, moved out last week. I just can't afford it on my own, even with my job as a photographer for the Daily Bugle."

"Really?" Ichigo asked, smiling. "I mean, we just met…"

"And I was going to let some other stranger I've never met move in. So, you're ahead by that. At least I've met you," Peter said with a smirk.

"Okay," Ichigo said. "I'm going to trust you aren't a serial killer or something."

Peter laughed, and Ichigo thought it sounded a bit funny. "Ah, no, nothing like that," he seemed a bit uncomfortable. Ichigo wasn't afraid, though. What was a human supposed to do to him? It wasn't like he was a normal person. He smiled and walked with Parker.

Despite his initial worry, Ichigo found that Peter was a good guy. He found that he'd broken up recently with his longtime girlfriend over what he called silly things. By that weekend, Ichigo had gotten all of his belongings moved from the hotel he'd been staying at into the place. He smiled as he looked around.

"Sorry it's so small," Peter said as he leaned against the doorframe.

Ichigo looked at him. "Small? This is bigger than my bedroom at home," he commented. "I'm impressed by the amount of extra space…"

"Yeah, Japanese houses use all the space, don't they?" Peter said just as the doorbell rang. He frowned and looked behind him. "Who is that?" he muttered and left.

Ichigo started putting away his clothes and was in the middle of changing into a yukata for the evening when the door behind him was yanked open. He turned, staring wide eyed at a guy that was standing in the doorway now. He had short dark hair and piercing green eyes and then a taller guy with dark skin came up behind him and grabbed him by the hair.

"Jeeze, Sam! Don't just barge in on the guy!"

Ichigo thought the bigger guy had to be as big as Chad. He swallowed. "Ah, um, hi?" he said as he pulled the yukata closed and tied it.

"Pete said he got a new roomie, so I wanted to say hi!" Sam, apparently said.

"I'm sorry for him, he's an idiot, I'm Luke," the dark-skinned guy said. Ichigo nodded and stepped toward them.

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, pleased to meet you," he said with a slight bow.

"Guys, leave him be," he heard Peter from the front.

"It's okay," Ichigo said, smiling. "I'll come out, I was finished putting away my things anyway."

Sam and Luke turned and headed into the living room, and Ichigo followed them. There were another pair of new people, a woman with deep a deeper skin tone than he himself had, and a pale blonde guy. Peter was standing near the sofa with his hand on his head.

"Ichi, sorry man. These guys just showed up. I told them that you were moving in this weekend, and as you can see, Sam has no concept of privacy," Peter explained.

"Ah, no problem. I'm sure eventually one of my friends will show up," he mused. He was wondering who would randomly appear at the door, Renji, Rukia, or someone else?

"From Japan?" asked Peter.

Ichigo smirked. "Some of them travel a lot."

A second passed and Ichigo felt a wave of reiatsu hit him. He turned and went to the window, looking out into the street. He spotted a hollow making it's way down the street. He reached a hand into his pocket and fingered the badge for a second. Should he?

"Ichigo?" he heard, turning away from the hollow and looking to see Peter looking at him concerned. "You okay?"

He looked back out the window to see a black form slice the huge hollow down the middle. He smiled. Well, at least they were quick around here… "Ah, no, just heard something I thought," he said and turned back to them.

Peter seemed to be suspicious. He was going to have to be careful, this guy was observant. He smiled, though. "Sorry, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki," he said, glancing at the girl and the blond guy.

"Ah, yeah," Peter said as he pointed. "Luke Cage, who you met, and the idiot is Sam Alexander. That's Danny Rand, and Ava Ayala. We all went to high school together, and now everyone goes to different schools here in New York. Guys, Ichigo is in the med program, he's doing the pulmonology thing."

"What's with the dress?" Sam asked, tilting his head to the side.

Ichigo blinked, glancing down at the deep blue yukata he was wearing. "My yukata?" he asked.

"It is not a dress," Danny said. "It is a Japanese casual dress, usually worn at home or for casual festivals."

Smirking, Ichigo nodded. "Ah, yeah. I didn't have the money to bring a lot of clothes with me, and I usually wear these when I'm away from home. My father gave it to me before I left."

"Whoa, that's cool, I want one!" Sam said and started pulling at the edges of Ichigo's Yukata, messing with it. "Look, it has this cool tie and…" Ichigo realized too late he was going to pull on the knot in the obi.

"Ah," Ichigo gasped as the obi fell and it fell open. He grabbed it, glad he was at least wearing boxer shorts under it, and wrapped it back. He heard something tap into the floor and before he could say anything, Peter picked up the badge and handed it to him. Peter could see his badge? He was going to have to be even more careful…

"Oh, sorry," Sam said and picked up the obi. "I didn't realize it was actually like tied."

Ichigo took it and felt a slight heat to his cheeks because they were all staring at him. "N-no problem. Just an accident. Um, if I find a place that sells them I'll tell you, alright? I'm sure they have somewhere here that sells them."

Peter grabbed Sam by the shoulders and pushed him toward the living room. "Go on, leave him alone. He's been in the country for like a week, and you're already causing him problems."

"It…it's fine. I have a pair of twin sisters back home," Ichigo said, wrapping the obi and tying it with deft fingers. "I am used to having interruptions and things."

The ended up having dinner together and Ichigo found he enjoyed their company. He was still getting used to American food, but he thought it was interesting. He didn't have as much inclination for meat as they did, it seemed. They discussed mundane things about their schools, and Ichigo found out a few different things.

Over the next two weeks before school started, he got used to being around Peter and his friends. It was kind of nice having new friends. He got stuck here and there on English words and phrases, but overall, it seemed that he did pretty well with the language.

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"Your new roomie is interesting," Danny said with a frown. "Something about him. I sense something."

"Like a power?" Peter asked as he sipped the soda.

Peter had gone out with the group since it was the last Sunday before school started. They had invited Ichigo, but he declined, saying he wanted to take the day to look over the books for his classes.

Danny shook his head. "I don't know what it is."

Luke spoke up from beside them as they all sat down for lunch. "Have you ever seen him work out or anything?"

Peter shook his head. "No, not really, why?"

"You didn't notice that he's cut? Like no one has a body that well built without working at it," Sam said, picking up on Luke's thinking.

"I do."

"Yeah, you do. And you're a superhero who got that way from a spider bit," Luke explained.

Peter frowned. "I guess I didn't think of it. He doesn't really do much, like he stays in his room at night, which works because then he won't catch me sneaking out to do Spider-man things…" Peter sipped his drink thoughtfully. "You don't think he's an inhuman or a gifted person do you?"

When Ava looked at him, Peter knew she was serious. "I mean, look at us? Did you tell him what you do?"

"I can't ask anyone anymore, not after all those lists of gifted people were snatched. There's no record left," Peter said with a frown.

After a movie, Peter headed home to find Ichigo was curled into the corner of the sofa reading one of his textbooks. "You know, all study and no play means you won't find a hot American girlfriend."

Ichigo looked up from the book. "Yeah, not my thing anyway, so that's fine."

Flopping into the sofa, Peter picked up the remote. "Well, you won't find a boyfriend either, so no matter what your preference is, you can't study all the time."

Peter noted that his cheeks colored a bit, and he congratulated himself. That was a tough spot, he thought. Ichigo shook his head. "Ah, I certainly didn't come to the US for romance," he muttered, but didn't deny it either.

"Well," Peter started as he turned on the TV. "Let's watch something, and you know, if you ever want some companionship, tell me what you're looking for. I can be a matchmaker!"

As he shut the book, Ichigo sighed. "Um, sure, I'll let you know."

Halfway through the show, Ichigo's phone rang. He picked it up and answered it. Peter paused the show and grabbed his own phone. He thought about leaving but as soon as Ichigo picked up he spoke in Japanese. For a second, Peter thought about the fact that he knew how to understand Japanese perfectly well, thanks to Tony Stark's advice about it being a language anyone in the tech field needs to know. Was it being dishonest if he didn't tell him? Probably. He sighed, thinking he'd let him know when he hung up.

"Pop, how are you? Oh, fine. I found a place. Yeah, I will email you the address. What? Where did he come from? Why is he looking for me? No!" Ichigo looked somewhat flustered. "I'll split his chest open the other way if he shows up here." Peter's ear perked. That was odd. "I'm serious, you tell Urahara-san not to give him a Gigai. What? He already did? Why is he coming to bother me? I'll kick his ass again. Yeah, well, I don't forgive an opponent that skewers my damn hands into the ground!" There was a pause and Ichigo exhaled. "Whatever, if he shows up I'll kick him out. Who? Why is he coming to America? Yeah…" Another long pause. "I see. Because of all the death, there are too many souls left to wander. Should I help?"

Ichigo turned to look at Peter quickly before he looked away. "I think I can leave without a problem. No, don't you dare send them with a brain washing thing! I'll be careful, I don't want anyone's brain scrambled because of me. I don't care how safe they are." He grumbled. "No, it's fine. No one here speaks Japanese." Peter felt a flush of embarrassment as he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. He could still hear him, though. He couldn't speak Japanese. Or read it. He just understood it.

"Eh, what? Baka. I don't want them to come crashing in my room again. I don't care how much…who? Shinji and Kensei? Oi. How are Renji and Rukia? Have they come by?" Peter came back and sat down before he looked over at Ichigo.

"Ichi, I can go to my room if you want privacy?" he asked quietly.

"No, I'm almost done," Ichigo said in English. "It isn't anything important," he commented before switching back to Japanese.

"No, goat face, you aren't important. Now go on. I have class early. And if you see Grimmjow you tell him to stay the hell away from me or I'm going to put my sword through his throat this time!" A long pause. "Yeah, well, I don't care how much he's changed since he became the King of his little world. He's still destruction incarnate and if we fight again, things are going to go bad." Ichigo's face turned red suddenly. "Pop! Seriously!" He pulled the phone away and turned it off. He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Peter waited until he turned toward him. "Um, problems?"

"No, my father. He's overly enthusiastic."

"I'm not prying, but what kind of name is Grimmjow?" he asked as he turned the show back on.

"The name of an annoying idiotic bastard with blue hair that I'm gonna kill if he shows up here," he muttered.

Snorting, Peter shook his head. "Sounds like you're talking about an ex."

Ichigo glared at him. "He's going to be an ex alright, ex living…" he mumbled and sighed.

"It sounds like you like him," Peter said, knowing he was tempting fate.

"Not even close!" Ichigo said and crossed his arms over his chest. "He's not even human! All he cares about is training and fighting and I'm trying to finish school here."

Later that night, Ichigo came out of his room when Peter was in the kitchen. He had a picture frame in his hands. "Um, do you have a photo frame? This one got broken."

Peter came over and looked, seeing it was a group photo in a picture frame that had cracked glass and the wood part had broken. "Oh, are those your friends from your home?"

"Ah, yeah, this is Tatsuki," he pointed to a girl with short black hair. "And Orihime," he pointed to another girl with long lighter brown hair. "And this is Keigo, and Mizuiro. Mizuiro looks cute but he's a real lady's man," he said, pointing first to a brown-haired guy and then a boy with black hair. "And this is my other best friend Renji," he pointed to a guy with super bright red hair, and Rukia," he touched a short girl with black hair. "And Chad is my oldest friend," he brushed his finger to the tallest person, a guy with darker skin than the rest. "And then that's Uryū," he finished, tapping another black-haired guy, but this one had silver glasses. Ichigo himself was in the middle, arms around Renji's shoulders on one side of him, and around Tatsuki's on the other. "I guess it got broken in my suitcase. I don't like not having it displayed."

"Hmm," Peter said. "Let me check," he said and disappeared into his room. He looked around and saw he did have a photo of him and Gwen on the dresser. He nodded and took out the old photo and took Ichigo the frame, tucking the photo into a drawer. That was over. He didn't need to look at a time when they were happy together.

As he came back in, he saw Ichigo had taken the photo out of the frame and was looking at another one. "Who is that one?" Peter asked as he leaned over the counter beside him. Ichigo startled and looked at him.

"Oh, I keep this one behind the other. This one is my mom," he said, showing him a photo a pretty woman with long hair not much different in color form Ichigo's, only much longer.

"She's beautiful," Peter noted as he put the photos in the frame with a smile.

"She was. I wish she were still here," he said with a sigh.

"She's passed?" Peter asked, feeling a pang in his own heart.

Ichigo nodded. "I was nine. Was really my fault, you know? She died protecting me. But anyway, thank you," he said and ducked his head as he left.

Frowning, Peter was determined to understand this person. He was an enigma, but now he was even more sure he was something different than a normal human. He figured he'd see if he did anything unusual after bed tonight. At about nine, he knocked on Ichigo's door and told him good-night and then walked to his room. A few seconds later, he wall-crawled his way around the building to Ichigo's window, hiding behind the sill to listen. He peeked over it and gasped. There were two Ichigo's, only one was white.

"Go back, you bastard! I want to go see what the situation is with the hollows around here!" Ichigo snapped as he stared at the strange white version of himself. He reached for the white copy and the white version ducked. He was wearing a top that looked like Ichigo's yukata, and a pair of wide legged pants with a sword on his back.

"Nah, don' wanna, King. Unless yer gonna go get laid?" the white one said.

"Shiro!" Ichigo snapped. "Sex and violence is all you are! Now get back in here, I want to get out of my human body for little while, I haven't left if since I got here! I need to kill a hollow or two!"

"Now who's violent?" Shiro commented, circling Ichigo and slapping him on the ass.

"Dammit!" Ichigo snapped, face turning red. "You know, this exhausts me when you manifest!"

Shiro grinned again, licking his lips, and Peter saw his tongue was blue, and now he saw his eyes were black sclera with gold irises. That was demonic looking. Peter wasn't sure what to think.

"Alright, King, but I expect to have some fun. You seriously need to get fucked again," he said and rolled his eyes. "Seriously. You need a steady dude. I don' think tha' yer Pop would like knowin' how many times you frequented that bar."

"Fuck you, Shiro," Ichigo growled and grabbed the white copy around the neck.

Shiro giggled and disappeared, turning into vapor that went into Ichigo. He wobbled on his feet and then caught himself on the wall. "Dammit."

Peter watched as he slipped his hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out that plaque he'd seen before. He watched as he slammed his hand into it and stepped out of his body. He looked like the white version only he was wearing black. He reached his hands over his head and stretched. He glanced at the body. "Ah, shit," he muttered as he drug himself into the bed and covered the other body up. "Hope nothing happens…Peter would freak if he found me like that. I really don't want to wake up in a morgue…" he muttered. He sighed, turning toward the window.

With a quick scramble, Peter crawled up above the window as he stepped out of it and looked around. At the same time, Peter and Ichigo both turned their heads toward a sound Peter had never heard before. It was scream, but it sounded weird. He watched Ichigo smirk. "There we are," he said as he took off. It was faster than Peter could track, but he managed to follow the noise of the screaming creature.

He stopped, clinging to a building as Ichigo launched himself at the thing. Peter almost wanted to help, but in seconds, the thing exploded into…nothingness. Ichigo knelt panting on the road, and as Peter watched, people walked right past him, some almost stepping on him. He stood, and Peter could see he was hurt. Blood was running down from his left arm, having apparently injured it during the fight with that creature. Ichigo took off back to their apartment, and Peter followed, once more clinging to the side of the building and peeking through the window.

Ichigo had sat on the foot of the bed and stripped the black top off and was staring at his left shoulder. Peter could see what looked like teeth marks that ran down his upper arms. He snarled and shook his head. He stood and opened a drawer and pulled out a roll of gauze, wrapping his arm with it, seemingly not bothered by the blood still oozing from the wound. He put the jacket type coat on and then laid back on his body, fusing with it. After a second, he sat up and yelped. He put both hands on his mouth and Peter could see blood starting to ooze through the shoulder of his t-shirt he was wearing.

"Dammit," he muttered as he stood up again, stripping it off and grabbing the gauze again. After a few seconds, he sat down again. "That could have gone better. That's why I shouldn't have waited to go hunting," he said. He then laid on his right side and was asleep in a few minutes. Peter crawled back around and into his room. Sitting on his bed he couldn't decide what exactly to do now about this. What the hell had he just seen?

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

"You okay, Ichi?" Peter asked as they boarded the subway a few weeks later.

Ichigo nodded. He noticed that Peter asked almost every morning. He wished he wouldn't. Of course, he wasn't okay, last night he ended up nearly losing his damn leg to a massive hollow. He had wrapped it up as well as he could, but not having Hachi or Orihime around was beginning to be an issue. He never realized how reckless he actually was when he fought…

They got off the subway and headed toward campus when Ichigo heard a voice behind him.

"Yo, Kurosaki."

Ichigo spun around, books clutched to his chest and glared at someone he wasn't looking to see. Peter turned around and looked as well.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo growled under his breath. "What do you want? I told my father to stop Urahara from helping you."

"I came to see how my favorite redhead was," Grimmjow said as he sauntered toward Ichigo and Peter. He was wearing a Gigai, obviously. His hair was the same baby blue color, and his features were all the same except he didn't have his hollow hole or the mask fragment. He was wearing a tight t-shirt with some band logo and a pair of jeans. It appeared he'd found out about body modification and had gotten his ears pierced several times as well as a couple rings in his eyebrows.

"Leave." Ichigo said and turned away from him, starting to head off.

"Ah, don't be like that, Ichi-go," Grimmjow said and Ichigo realized he was speaking English just before Grimmjow snagged him by the arm and drug him backwards. "I came ta see ya after all. Was a long ass trip, too."

Peter was staring. "I am going to class, bastard," Ichigo said, yanking his arm away. "I'll fucking end you if you touch me again."

Grimmjow put both hands up defensively in front of him. "Sorry," he smirked. "Didn't mean to interfere. By all means, go have fun with your boyfriend."

Ichigo glared at Grimmjow. "He's my roommate you dumb ass. And what would it matter if he was that? You and I do not have that kind of relationship and never have. Go back where you came from."

Ichiog huffed and grabbed Peter by the arm and drug him toward the school.

"That was the guy? He's…a big guy…" Peter noted as he glanced over his shoulder to see Grimmjow waving with a smirk.

"Ignore him. I'll kill him if he tries anything," he muttered.

Peter pulled back, using more strength than Ichigo expected. He looked at him in surprise. "Look, that guy isn't going to let well enough alone. You shouldn't dismiss someone like that so easily, Ichigo. Someone like that is dangerous."

Ichigo wanted to tell him there was no way Grimmjow was a problem, but that was in a different world. "Look, he's a pain, but he's not underhanded. He wouldn't jump me or anything."

Peter nodded. "If you're sure," Peter said, still concerned.

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"Any new orders?" Daniel Brown said as he sat in class and stared at the board. He and his friend Jackson Carson were the only ones in the room yet.

"Nah, not yet. You know they said orders wouldn't come down until the time was right," Jackson said as he twirled his pencil.

Both looked up as one of their classmates came in and sat down toward the front. Daniel leaned over. "Isn't that that Japanese guy that started here as a junior?"

"Yeah, guess they recruited him, so he must be good to be pulled in this late."

Jackson got up with a smirk, shoving hands in his pockets and walked over to where he was looking at his notes.

"Hey," Jackson said, surprising him. "Your name was Ichigo, right?"

Ichigo looked up at him. "Ah, yeah. I'm sorry, I can't remember yours?"

"Jackson. I think ya turned down every chick in this classroom since you started. I don't know why, but they seem to like you a lot. So, that leaves me wonderin' if the reason is ya play for the other team," he said, brown eyes sparkling. He reached up and swept his long black hair out of his face.

Ichigo stared. "Ah, I just want to concentrate on my classwork. Not dating, alright?"

"Hmm, is that a fact," Jackson said as he stood up. "Alright then, but if ya change yer mind," he said and went to sit down by Daniel again.

"Well?" the blond of their pair asked.

"Definitely gay," Jackson smirked. "Just gonna take a little work."

Daniel shook his head. "I thought you weren't into Asian dudes."

"I'm into any dude that turns me down," he muttered as the teacher came up and started the lecture.

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Ichigo wasn't sure about this as he stood outside the bar. At least he was old enough to drink in the US, and he'd called to see if his ID was okay even though it wasn't and United States issued driver's license or anything. He had dressed up a little, not much. He'd worn a pair of the low-rise jeans he'd brought with a pair of boots and a tighter than normal t-shirt. He was here to find someone after all. It was the weekend, and what his dad, or anyone really, didn't know about was that while he lived in Tokyo, that he frequented a bar and picked up one night stands pretty regularly. He didn't know when it started, this need that he had. He didn't want to tell anyone that he was like this. He just kept using the same excuse. He was just focusing on studies. It wasn't near the truth though. He didn't like girls, never had liked girls, and he couldn't change that no matter how Orihime kept trying. This place was called Gilded Lily. He thought it was somewhat cliché but at least it seemed legit from the reviews he'd read online.

The place was busy for a Friday night, and he quickly found himself the center of attention, more than usual. Granted, a Japanese guy in an American bar was bound to stick out. Several came and went, buying him drinks and he started to feel buzzed. He couldn't do this if he wasn't, though, never had been. After a few drinks, he blinked to find himself in the bathroom of the bar. When did that happen? He gasped to realize he was kneeling over the toilet with someone over him. He didn't remember it, not at all, but his body didn't care and reacted to everything. He couldn't remember agreeing to this at all, especially since he realized whoever this guy was he wasn't using a condom.

"The hell…" he muttered only to have his head jerked backward.

"What was that?" a rough, drunk voice growled in his ear. "Are you trying to get out of this before I bust my nut?"

"No…I just…you didn't wear…" he gasped as he slammed into him harder.

"So? You didn't care a few minutes ago?" the guy growled and Ichigo felt him finish, throwing his head forward as he did. "Don't tempt someone if ya don't intend to finish it, twink bitch." He turned and left, leaving Ichigo wincing as his head had hit the wall.

He gasped, turning and sitting, grabbing paper. It was gross, and he hated that… He didn't do it in bathrooms, or bareback. What the hell happened? He suddenly felt sick and threw up the second he got his clothes back up. He pulled his phone out to see it was after one in the morning. He managed to get out of the place without much thought. He figured he should hail a cab because he really wasn't feeling well. He stumbled into a post and thought maybe he should call Peter. How embarrassing, he thought to himself as he got the number dialed.

"Ichigo?" Peter answered on the second ring. Shouldn't he be asleep?

"Hey, can you pick me up somewhere? I don't feel so well, and there aren't any cabs. I might have left my card in the place and I don't wanna go back in," he muttered.

"Where are you?" Peter asked. Ichigo looked at the crosswalk and gave it to him. He was almost dozed off against the sign when he felt someone touch him. He blinked and looked to see it was Peter.

"Ah, Peter," he muttered.

"What are you doing here? And why do you smell…" Peter paused, not finishing the sentence.

"I wanted to go out, dunno, think I might have drank somethin' bad," he muttered as he put his hand over his mouth.

"Ichigo, did you get drugged?" Peter asked.

"Maybe," he said, almost falling asleep against the pole. If he hadn't been so out of it, he might have realized he was speaking Japanese, and even though Peter was answering in English, he understood him.

He started to slip into unconsciousness again and for some reason he dreamed of flying. It was weird, to be flying, but it wasn't like a Shunpo, it was like swinging. Things went black and he woke up with a gasp.

"Ichigo," Peter said from beside him. Ichigo rubbed his head and looked around him. "What…where am I?"

"I brought you to the hospital. You passed out, and I didn't know what to do. You got drugged at that place. I went back and got your debit card. The bartender said he saw some guy walk with you away from the bar but then he lost you. Do you remember what happened?" Peter asked, worried.

"Oh, um," he shook his head and there was a knock at the door. A uniformed police woman stood there with a policeman beside her.

"Mr. Kurosaki?" she said as she entered.

"Yeah," he muttered, rubbing his head. "Man, I have such a headache."

The woman sat down in a chair beside the bed. "I need a statement about what you remember last night. I took one from your friend, and the bartender, I just need one from you."

Ichigo frowned deeply. "Ah, I went to the bar, just thought I'd have a drink or two, maybe find a…" he paused. "Well, a hookup. I talked to a couple guys, had a couple drinks, then everything just goes blank for a while. I remember coming to in the bathroom…" He stopped, blinking. "This guy, he said I agreed to do it with him there, but that's wrong. I don't do that. I'll hookup with a guy, but not in a nasty bathroom," he murmured, rubbing his hands over his face. "Oh kami, he didn't have a condom. I remember that, it was gross…I…" he looked at her. "I left after he, got outside, but I wasn't thinking right, so I called Peter."

The officer took down notes and nodded. "Alright, well, you got drugged, Mr. Kurosaki. They've sent off for the STI screens for you, but you need to be aware that you can press charges. We identified him, and once the rape kit comes back, we'll match the DNA for sure."

Ichigo shook his head. "What's the point?" he shook his head. "No one would listen to it, drugs or no." He put a hand to his mouth. "Didn't the last time."

After the police left, Peter stood beside him. "The last time? Ichi, has this happened before?" he asked.

Ichigo shrugged. "You go to bars, you take the chance, especially when you're looking for the bottom position. Happens."

"You can't be serious? This isn't just something you can brush off!" Peter looked horrified at what he was saying. "That guy raped you. You have to press charges!"

Ichigo tilted his head and looked at him. "I was drunk to start with, at a gay bar, looking for a hookup. Even if I did try and press charges? What would anyone say? I was looking for it and that's what I got. There's no point, Peter." Ichigo picked at the cover. "A few days sore, and I'll be fine, that's all. It is nothing."

"I'll…I'll be back to pick you up at four, that's when they said you'll be discharged, okay?" Peter stammered. "You rest until then, okay?"

Peter left the hospital, already dialing a number. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he could ask someone with more experience than him with the whole situation.

"Hello, can you connect me with Tony Stark's private line. Yes, tell him it's Peter Parker."