Okay, so this is my first story. Latley I have really been into angst. Specificly Byakuya and Yumichika. This one is about Yumichika. If you have had trouble with the things Yumichika has gone through in this story, you might not want to read. Its not really graphic, or at least I think it wont be...Anyways, I own nothing, it all belongs to Tite Kubo!

"Yumichika" came the call that echoed down the rickety shacks small hall, down to the room that the young boy Yumichika called his bedroom. Yumichika felt his eyes widen in fear as the call from the man that was known as his father entered his small, delicate ears. It was after midnight and the 12 year old knew what the man would only miss sleep for at such an early hour.

His large, violet eyes quickly shot to the window as he debated in his mind whether to make a run for it or not. His mind reasoned, if he got out know he would miss what his father had planned for him. When he would get back in the morning he was positive he would get a beating, but that was nothing different from usual, and it would keep that monster from assaulting him. With his decision made, Yumichika threw his grungy, hole filled blanket off of him and clumsily ran towards the window that was on the far left side of his small room. He spent a few precious seconds trying to get his pathetic excuse for a window open so he could climb out. He got it to budge. Finally it started reluctantly sliding up. He had one slender leg out the window when he felt a large, sweaty hand grab his leg.

He let out a painful gasp as his father pulled it and sent him sprawling onto the grimy floor. He saw his father shut and bolt the window, cutting off his only chance for escape. Yumichika started backing away while still on the floor as his father stalked toward him, a lustful look in he dark beady eyes. "F-father…I…Please, d-don't!" he whimpered out, but it was no use. His father grabbed a fistful of his matted dark blackish purple hair and dragged him over to his bed, the young boy fighting helplessly the whole way.

The man threw him on the bed an demanded "Take off your clothes" his eyes narrowed when he saw Yumichika making no such movements "NOW" Yumichika shook his head and his father slapped him harshly on the cheek. This was the usual routine when this happened, which was every few nights, when his father had spent all their money on sake and couldn't afford a prostitute.

Yumichika still refused and earned a punch in the gut, then his father forcefully removed the boys clothes himself. Yumichika felt tears that had been welling up in his eyes fall, then felt them fall harder when the man removed his own clothes. The older man lay himself over Yumichika body and pinned him down with one hand grasping both of the child's wrist's and his own legs pinning the child's legs down. He trailed kisses down Yumichika neck and torso, leaving small bite marks over the small scarred body. Yumichika's squirming got the man even more aroused as he flipped the boy over and licked down his back. The man then brutally forced himself inside of Yumichika. Yumichika let out a scream and his father let out a moan as he thrust in and out of the boy, feeling the tightness around his member. "AGHHHHH" Yumichika screamed in pain as the man continued. He felt the grip on his shoulders tighten and he felt like he was being shaken, he heard a faint voice call his name, becoming louder as the his vision blurred into a new scene.

"W-what?" Yumichika screamed as he looked around wildly, soon recognizing his bedroom at the 11th division's barracks and the shaking was from Ikkaku. He looked up at his best friend, fear in his eyes as tears streamed down, but Ikkaku saw relief too. "Man, what were you screaming about? You scared the shit outta' me!…are you crying?" Ikkaku asked with worried eyes.

Yumichika sat up and wet his dry lips and whispered hoarsely, "j-just a bad dream…I-it was just a dream" he seemed to be assuring himself more than explaining to Ikkaku. "Well, are ya' gonna' be okay?"

"Heh, yeah," he paused and sniffled while Ikkaku stared at him. Then, gradually, the normal look returned to his eyes and the tears slowly stopped. "Are you going to stay there all night? I need to get sleep, otherwise I wont look beautiful." he said while flicking his short hair, giving his friend a stubborn, watery glance. Ikkaku rolled his eyes, he still saw something deep in his friends eyes, but decided not to push it. "Fine, sorry yumi-hime!" Ikkaku said sarcastically and narrowly avoided being hit in the face by a pillow. "Get some sleep" Ikkaku said, once again serious, his obvious concern leaking out. Yumichika gave him a small smile, he knew Ikkaku was worried about him. He had been screaming in his sleep a lot lately, and had been drifting off into thought and getting distracted often when he should be paying attention to things. "I will, thank you Ikkaku" Ikkaku just snorted and left with a wave of his hand.

When He heard the door shut, Yumichika got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. He sat on the couch in his small, but beautifully furnished living room. Pulling the throw around him, he thought pack to the dream of his child hood memory. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a sip of tea, trying to calm down. The dreams kept assaulting him lately, and he couldn't figure out why. His best guess was that the anniversary of his mothers death was approaching, and after his mothers death was when his father started abusing him. He bit his lip and opened his eyes, only to stare dejectedly into his tea cup. He was going to have to act peppy and keep up his conceited act, even though he didn't want to, just to make sure Ikkaku and the others wouldn't worry about him. Letting out a bitter laugh he thought of how he had friends now, people who DID care about him. He knew if he told them of his past, and how they were effecting his dreams, they might be able to help him. 'Or, they could be completely and thoroughly disgusted with your pathetic excuse for a self' a voice in his head replied to his thoughts. He snorted 'heh, why would I even think of telling them, I am so ashamed of my past, and they would be disgusted with me anyway. They probably would think me some sort of worthless piece of crap' he agreed with the voice in his head. He set his cup down and headed to the restroom. Opening his medicine cabinet, he pulled out his source of comfort, a razor blade. He slowly drug it across the pale skin of his wrist that was littered with scars, some fresh, some old. He had taken to doing this since he was a teenager, always wearing a wristband to cover them so no one would see. That was the real reason he always wore that orange sleeve on his arm. In was not for the reason he told every one else, that he thought it looked fashionable and made him even more beautiful than he already was. 'tch, I have a pretty face, but I am not beautiful, I am a worthless piece of trash!' he slashed harshly at his arm and stared, fascinated at the blood flowing from the cuts. He let a small smile grace his beautiful face as numbness settled through his body and mind. Slowly, he felt his consciousness ebb away and blackness closed around him as he passed out with a smile on his face, knowing he would have to deal with tomorrow made him want to revel in the feeling of nothingness as long as he could. He let out a content sigh as his body made contact with the floor.

Okay, so I am debating whether to add romance into this story, and if so, who should be his romantic intersest. I am NOT into yaoi and all that, and no offense to those who do like it, but there will be no yumi x ikkaku. So please review and tell me whether you want him to have a romantic interest and who it should be. AUUGHH, poor yumi, he is so cuuute!

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...You know, the sad thing is, I totally forgot what my screen name stands for...I know it has something to do with Bleach...