Ichigo walked down the street briskly. It was dark, and all sorts of people crowded the sidewalks. Ichigo had lost Masaya a little while ago, and now she was looking for him.
Her parents would never let her out this late. But They were visiting Ichigo's aunt Tabitha. They weren't due back for a day or so.
"Masaya," called Ichigo, keeping her voice quiet enough that none of the drunks hanging around would hear. Ichigo shuddered as she passed a girl who didn't look much older than herself, sitting in front of a bar, drinking bourbon and looking at the world with lost eyes.
"Masaya?" Ichigo asked again, a little louder. She could have sworn that for a split second she saw Masaya's blue jacket just ahead of her. She rushed forwards to look around. the buildings began to become more worn down.
Ichigo stared into a wide alley and could have sworn she saw a man with a haircut like Masaya's. "Masaya?" she asked, peering into the shadows.
"Ichigo," said a warm, slurred voice. For a second it didn't register. But when it did, she openly gaped. 'Masaya?' It couldn't be! It must be some kid from her school or something! Masaya didn't drink.
"Ichigo," an arm reached out of the darkness, reeking of alcohol. Ichigo couldn't help but notice that the jacket sleeve was the same as Masaya's. 'It is him,' she thought. 'But I thought he didn't drink! what's going on? I don't understand! he can't be drunk!'
"There you are!" he said, leaning forwards. His breath smelled like beer. "I was looking for you. I wish you transformed into a mew more often. I love that mew outfit of yours. It looks good on you." Ichigo fought the urge to recoil in fear and disgust.
"M-masaya," she said. "You- You're drunk." It was a statement, not a question.
"Nah," said Masaya. "I just had a beer or two with Damian and his friends." Damien was the school quarterback.
"You look hot in those clothes," Masaya slurred absently. he leaned onto Ichigo, resting his elbow into her chest. Ichigo wished she hadn't chosen that day to wear her purple spaghetti strap with the denim miniskirt that only just brushed her knees. She suddenly felt exposed. A shudder worked it's way down her spine.
"What's the matter, Babe?" asked Masaya, pulling her closer.
"I-I'm cold," said Ichigo, wishing it was the truth.
"I can fix that," said Masaya huskily. Ichigo cringed at his voice. Masaya began to pull her into the alley.
"M-m-Masaya," she said. "shouldn't we stay where it's light?"
"And let people see us?" said Masaya. "not a chance. You know, Ichigo, I've wanted to be alone with you for a long time." He began to work his mouth towards her ear, and each word made Ichigo want to be sick. 'This isn't happening.'
Masaya pulled her closer, and began to nip her ear. Ichigo cringed, and tried to break away, but Masaya held her tightly. "What's the matter, princess," asked Masaya drunkenly.
"I-it's just, I, um, have to be back s-soon," said Ichigo. She tried to seperate Masaya's elbow from her chest, to no avail.
"What's the hurry?" Said Masaya. "You know Ichigo, you're a very beautiful girl. But you should be more careful what you wear around here. You wouldn't wanna get hurt." His hand began to snake under Ichigo's shirt.
Ichigo tried even harder to break away. "Masaya, don't!" she exclaimed. But his hand continued it's groping.
"Why not?" asked Masaya. "We've been dating forever. You have no idea how long I've waited for this."
Ichigo mentally cringed. Masaya's hand reached up for her bra. She tried to protest, but a hand over her mouth stopped her.
Now Masaya's hand rested over her bra, massaging her right breast gently. Ichigo squirmed, but couldn't break loose. Masaya increased his pressure on her breast, making Ichigo wince in pain.
Slowly, he began to fumble with her bra clasp. Ichigo wriggled frantically, but to no avail. Masaya had her pinned to a brick wall, unable to move.
The bra fell to the ground, leaving Ichigo feeling bare and naked. Masaya began to massage her chest, but roughly. His other hand had left Ichigo's mouth, and was creeping up Ichigo's skirt. Ichigo's mouth was blocked by Masaya's lips, keeping her from crying out.
Masaya had reached Ichigo's panties, and he was trying to pull them off. Ichigo tried to close her legs, but Masaya's legs kept her from doing so. Her panties fell to her feet.
Ichigo became even more desperate to get away, struggling with all her might. But it was no use. Masaya's hand withdrew from her bare womanhood, and began to pull off her shirt. in one fluid motion, Ichigo's chest was uncovered. as a blast of cool air hit her skin, she shivered. Then, Masaya tugged on Ichigo's belt until it came off.
Masaya's mouth moved to bite her breasts, hard enough to draw blood. Ichigo tried to gasp, but couldn't.
Meanwhile, Masaya's hand was busy playing with Ichigo's private area. His finger absently found her opening. As it did, Masaya smiled. he pulled back, stuffing his upper arm over Ichigo's mouth. He proceeded to remove his shirt and pants. Then, he began to lick Ichigo's breast and rub his erection against her crotch. Then, suddenly, Ichigo found herself shrieking into Masaya's hand, for pure pain.
Blood seeped from between her legs, where something had penetrated. Tears filled Ichigo's eyes. How could Masaya do this to her?
She could feel herself slowly drifting away, as Masaya began to painfully thrust in and out of her. soon, she could barely feel what was going on, until she fell to the ground, something wet seeping from between her hips. "Don't tell anyone," hissed a drunk voice. "Or I'll do that again, only times ten." And then, she was alone.