Summary: Ichigo has a problem with some new thugs and Grimmjow comes to his rescue! What will come of this?
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Bleach or any characters mentioned...cept for the thugs who I would rather not own
Broken: Chapter One.
Chocolate brown eyes slid closed as converse covered feet traipsed down the sidewalk. A head full off tangerine orange locks bobbed slowly in time with the music that blasted through the earbuds the male had on. Thin, peach colored lips moved soundlessly to the words of the song the male was currently listening to as he made his way home from work.
Now, one would think that walking down a barely populated street at midnight by one's self would be the worst possible thing one could do, though, Ichigo Kurosaki had a bad habit of not following other people's thought processes. He believed that he walked this route enough during both night and day that he would be fine. After all, people rarely traveled this street, so people wouldn't hang out here, right?
Wrong.
Wanna-be gangs have been popping up more and more recently, and one of these wanna-be gangs had claimed these streets as their territory. This wanna-be gang also had a tendency to pray on not only women, but men who were cursed, or gifted, with the more feminine frame that dubbed them in the girly-boy category. Sad to say for young Ichigo that he fit that category and a few of the more volatile of the gang had spotted him. Of course, with Ichigo being off in his own world with music blaring in his ears hadn't heard or seen the group of five neanderthals stalking up behind him until one of them grabbed his arm and spun him to pin him against the building beside him.
"Well lookie 'ere boys...we got ourselves a pretty boy in our territory." The male that grabbed Ichigo drawled out as said male tried to squirm free of the man's bruising grip.
"Get offa me ya brute!" Ichigo snapped, kicking out at the one that held him, smirking when he felt his foot make contact with the man's stomach before the grip on his upper arms loosened to the point that he could shrug it off to bolt. Right when he thought he'd be free of the horrid smelling brutes, another one grabbed him in a bear hug, hoisting him up off his feet, another diving in to grab the tangerine head's kicking feet so that they'd all be free of anymore ruthless kicks.
"Oi, oi...he smells like fruit." The one holding his upper body snorted before they took him back into a dark alley, out of the site of anyone who might walk by, "I say we show the fruity boy what happens to people who ignore us." The brute suggested before tossing Ichigo towards a wall.
When he was tossed at the wall, Ichigo grunted as his head snapped back, the back of his skull connecting harshly with the less then smooth concrete that the building was made of. He blinked a few times to try and steady his gaze before letting out a lungfull of air in a grunt as a fist connected with his gut.
"Not so tough now, eh pretty boy?" The one who had originally grabbed him asked as he curled thick fingers in Ichigo's hair and tilted his head back.
Hazy chocolate eyes got a look at a shaggy mop of black hair and eyes the color of coal before his head was snapped to the side with a heavy hit from a thick fist. Ichigo felt blood flood his mouth, causing him to spit a bit so that he wouldn't drown in it as hit after hit, blow after blow was rained down upon him. He could only hope to whatever god existed that the brute's would soon grow bored of beating on his prone form and maybe he could get up and get home. To bad the gods were thinking of Ichigo as a joke at the moment.
The beating went on until Ichigo felt as if he would just pass out, and he would have, if not for the feeling of having his clothing ripped away. His left eye, the only one not fused shut with swollen flesh, widened and he started to struggle as much as his battered body would allow, the struggles increasing as one of the men forced him to his knees and the sound of a zipper being pulled down could be heard in the deathly silent alley. When Ichigo felt hands on his hips, all of his struggles ceased and his whole body began to quake.
'No...this can't be happening...' He thought to himself, though that thought was quickly erased as he felt a tearing pain rip through him, forcing a scream from him. A scream that echoed through the darkness only to return to his own ears, followed by more helpless sounds of pain.
Cerulean eyes gazed over the streets as a frown marred a strong featured face. The meet had gone on longer then he had hoped and now he was late getting home. His sister would have his hide. She hated when he came home late like this. One am in the morning? Yup, she'd kill him. He sighed and kicked a random rock in front of him, only to watch as it skittered over the sidewalk before hitting a trash-can and ricocheting into an alley. He blinked when he heard a wet sounding thud followed by a slight groan. Well. He was already late, so why not check it out?
He turned into the alley, his eyes immediately adjusting to the darkness as he walked along, scanning the ground for signs of life, his frown growing as he saw puddles of blood that seemed to grow larger as he walked further into the alley. He stopped in his tracks, though, when his eyes fell upon a curled form.
"Shit..." He muttered before pulling his hands from his pockets and striding forward to kneel beside the person, "Hey...can you here me?" He asked in a gruff voice as he reached out towards the person, seemingly male, who only flinched away from his touch, "Hey...relax...I ain't gunna hurt ya." He murmured in a slightly softer voice as he inched forward again, "Lemme help ya out." He said, looking down into a single wide, chocolate colored eye, "My name's Grimmjow. My place isn't far from here. I can help you get there and get you cleaned up. Ok?" He asked softly as he watched that single eye and slowly started to pull his long coat off. Slowly the male gave an accepting nod before his eye slid shut.
Grimmjow sighed softly and moved closer to wrap his coat around the prone form before picking the boy up and walking out of the alley way as quickly as his legs would carry him. This guy needed help, and fast.
"Neliel! I'm home!" Grimmjow bellowed as he kicked the door shut with one foot, hefting up the unconscious male he held bridal style so that he was held a bit more secure, "And before you snap at me...you might wanna help this kid out." He said, walking over to the couch to set the boy down. A frown marred Grimmjow's face as he looked down at the boy who looked even worse now that he was in light, "And grab a shirt and a pair of boxers from my room before you come down, he's gunna need them!" He called up into the house before starting to peel his coat away slightly.
"What happened Grimm?" Asked his elder sister as she came down the stairs with a pair of clean boxers and a clean shirt in her hands. She nearly dropped them though, when she saw the male laying on the couch, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed, rushing back upstairs only to reappear a few moments later with a bowl of water, a cloth, and a few rolls of bandages. She stuffed the bowl of water and antiseptic into Grimmjow's hands before grabbing the cloth and starting to clean the blood and dirt from Ichigo's pale yet still sun kissed flesh. When she was sure he was all cleaned off she started to bandage him but paused and looked at Grimmjow, "Put that down and go call Szayel. I think there might be more that we'll need a trained medic to look at." She commanded before resuming her task.
Grimmjow watched her for a bit before setting the bowl of now pink tinted water down and getting up to walk off, pulling his cell out on the way to call Szayel.
By the time the one called Szayel showed up about an hour later, Ichigo had been bandaged, dressed in a shirt and boxers of Grimmjow's, and moved to a spare room. Grimmjow greeted the man at the door, inwardly grimacing at his pink hair before leading him to the spare room, "I found this kid in an alley...brought him back here and like I said on the phone, Nel things there might be more damage then what we can see. I agree considering his clothes were in shreds." He explained.
Szayel nodded and glanced at the male on the bed before shooing Grimmjow from the room so he could do his examination.
Grimmjow sighed and went to join his sister in the kitchen, gladly accepting the cup of coffee from her, "I think it was one of those wanna-be gangs that have been popping up." He murmured to her before taking a swig of the hot liquid. She just nodded and looked down at the counter.
"I hope he'll be ok...both physically and mentally...no one deserves that shit." She responded with a soft sigh.
By the time Szayel finished his examination, Nel had fallen asleep on the table with her head in her folded arms. He looked at Grimmjow and motioned for him to come over. The tall blue haired male acknowledged and pushed himself from his seat before making his way over to his pink haired friend.
"So what's the verdict?" He asked, silently hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.
Szayel sighed and pushed his glasses up before answering, "Besides the obvious beating, which, I'm guessing Nel, did a good job of patching up, he was, in fact, raped." He said, taking note of the cringe he received from Grimmjow, "I suggest keeping some pain killers handy, cuz he's gunna need em, and he most likely will fear any human contact when he wakes. I gave him a light sedative for now so that he can sleep calmly for now and not be bothered by pain at the moment, but when he wakes, someone might wanna be in the room. I suggest Nel since she is, in fact, female. He'll feel safer around her then you at the moment." He explained.
Grimmjow just nodded grimly before leading Szayel to the door, "Thanks Szay...I'll give you a call if we need anything else." He said quietly as he opened the door.
"Oh and Grimmjow." He started, looking up at the taller male, "Be careful with this kid." He continued once he saw the questioning look, "He might have major mental damage after this." He finished before walking out the door and leaving Grimmjow to think over what he said.
Grimmjow frowned at those parting words before shaking his head and going to wake his sister she she could go to sleep in her bed before he did as well so they were both rested for what was to come. He was to looking forward to this.
A/N: So...there it is...the first chapter to, what I hope, will turn into a nice, long GrimmIchi fic. I'm sorry if any of the characters seemed OOC, I tried to keep them in character as much as possible, but I know after Ichigo wakes, he will be OOC most of the time, but how can you blaim him after what happened?