Quiet Protector

Chapter Two

Not What He Intended

September 16, 2014

UMSL: Chemistry Class

~2:45 pm

A week passed and Kira and Hisagi found themselves once again wondering just what was going on with their group member, and Kira's current crush. If they'd thought the week before he'd been reserved and withdrawn, he was almost catatonic this week. He walked in and sat down and stared directly at his desk all during class. The week before on Wednesday and Friday, he had seemed more talkative, telling them about his family in Japan and what he liked to do when he was there. He avoided talking about his uncle, though. It seemed anything his living arrangements were brought up he immediately diverted the subject to something else.

In fact by Friday, they noticed he had come out of his shell quite a bit and seemed much happier. However, now, he wasn't acting the same way at all. When they got into groups, he answered their questions but he avoided looking at either of them directly, and both the older boys noted that he was still wearing the jacket and keeping it buttoned up all the way this week. By Friday he had lost the jacket, and they'd noticed that he had a dim, fading bruise on one of his arms, but it wasn't very dark.

"Ichi," Kira said, looking at him closely as class ended. He didn't look up with more than his eyes. "You okay?" he asked.

"M'fine," he said and got up and headed for the door as soon as Urahara announced class was dismissed.

"Grab my stuff," Kira said as he jumped up and followed him to see where he was going.

They had an afternoon class, so it let out close to four. Kira didn't have much trouble catching up, though. He stood back out of the way as he stopped and leaned heavily against the building for a moment then he kept going. It was obvious now that he had something really wrong with his left leg. He trailed him quietly and quickly, using the crowds to hide him from anyone that might see him and wonder if he was following someone. He realized they were heading to the staff parking lot, and kept with him until Ichigo nearly fell off a curb where a white haired man was waiting with crossed arms.

"Sorry, Uncle, Dr. Urahara didn't let us out until ten minutes until four," he heard him say, his breath slightly labored from his rush.

"And I've told you to not be late. Next time I'll leave you here and you get to figure out how to get back to my house," he said, and Kira heard the positive venom dripping from his words.

Ichigo nodded and winced as the white haired man reached out and yanked him by his arm into the parking lot. "Ow, Uncle, please, that…"

Kira flinched as his uncle turned and slapped him hard with his free hand. "Shut up. You don't talk to me unless you're told to, remember? Or did you forget already?"

"N-no…" he stammered.

"Now, we've got a little party to go to tonight," he said, reaching for the door and even as far away as Kira was he saw the expression on the boy's face change into true fear as he shook his head just slightly. His uncle looked at him. "You're popular, what can I say? And I've got a contract written up already for you," he said, and shoved him into the passenger seat. Kira didn't miss the wide eyed look on his face as his uncle got into the driver's seat and left.

Kira stepped out and stood there for a long moment then went to the food court to find Hisagi. Hisagi had already grabbed food for both of them and sat down in their usual seat. Kira came and sat down heavily across from him. Hisagi waved a hand in front of his face.

"What's up?" he asked with a frown. "You shot out of there after your baby like a shot. You corner him and fuck him that quick?" he said with a sly grin, but it faded as he saw Kira wasn't up for joking.

"I'm not sure what I just saw," Kira answered, looking up from the sushi plate Hisagi had gotten him.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

One month, two days ago

Ryuken Ishida's Residence

Orientation had been so much fun. Ichigo had met students from all over the world, and ended up signing up for the Japanese Student Association. He'd met a lot of people that spoke Japanese, Chinese, and Korean, and some were fluent in all of them, which he thought was awesome. He could speak some Cantonese, and little bit of Korean, but he hadn't leaned the kanji for all. He was starting to feel less nervous about the whole situation, but he was still feeling odd when he was with his uncle. It was like he was watching him all the time. He felt he wasn't alone, either, much of the time when he should have been. He just couldn't shake it, no matter what he did. It was August, and the week before school began. When he had gotten his books he had decided to dive into reading his textbooks ahead of time. Having so much time off was odd to him. By now he was almost through the books for the five classes he was taking…

He heard a knock and looked up to see Uryuu. He smiled and sat up on the bed. "Hey Uryuu!" he said, smiling.

Uryuu always looked so serious. "How's it going?" the older boy said, sitting down on the bed beside him.

Ichigo nodded. "Good, I've joined the Japanese Student Association, and one for exchange students, and got to meet the teachers I'll have…" he said with a broad smile. "I had a really good time, and met a whole bunch of students that speak Japanese. Our group leader for the day was this blonde named Kira, he's a junior. He was really nice to us all day!"

"Kira, yeah, I think I have him in one of my classes," Uryuu said thoughtfully. "Blonde guy? Kinda quiet?"

Ichigo smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's him. He and this other black haired guy had all the Japanese students coming in. There weren't a whole lot of us, but you know. Most of us don't know anything about America…" he said with a smile, flopping on the bed and grabbing the stuffed lion.

"That's cute, where'd you get it?" Uryuu said, pointing to the lion.

"Oh, Mom gave it to me before she died. Its getting a little ratty, and I keep having to sew him up, but I'm not very good. The stitches keep falling out," he said, frowning at the toy.

Uryuu smiled. "Give him here, and your sewing kit," he said softly.

Ichigo's brow wrinkled and he handed him Kon and pulled out a travel kit he kept with him in case Kon got another hole. Uryuu spent a few minutes and then put it away, handing back the toy. Ichigo gasped. He couldn't even see where the holes and frayed edges had been. He smiled at Uryuu.

"Thanks!" he said, putting the lion back on the bed. "I didn't know you could do that!"

Uryuu shrugged. "Don't tell Ryuken, he'd call me a fruit for liking to sew. He doesn't know I changed my major last year either."

Ichigo sat down beside him. "You did? What was your major?"

Uryuu smiled. "I was a math major. Last year I couldn't take it anymore, Ryuken wanted me to be an accountant or something that made money. I want to be in fashion design. So I changed, and had my advisor keep it quiet. He knows Ryuken and knew he wouldn't take the news well that I'd gone into fashion."

Ichigo nodded. "I want to be a doctor. I think. I mean, I guess. What else would I be?" Ichigo said suddenly looking up in thought. "I mean, I've always wanted to be a doctor. I want to be a pediatric orthopedic surgeon and do reconstructive surgery so I can help kids that have stuff happen to them like I did."

They were quite for a long moment and Uryuu debated talking to Ichigo about what he really came here to talk about. For one, he didn't want his cousin to believe his only interest was because he was checking up on him. Uryuu genuinely had taken a liking to his cousin, to be honest, and he wanted to get him out of Ryuken's house as soon as he could. To be honest, if he hadn't already had a full apartment, he would have insisted he come live in the Meadows with him and Renji. However, Yumichika and Ikkaku were living with them this year.

"How's Ryuken been treating you?" he asked, the serious look returning.

Ichigo shrugged. "Fine, I mean, I don't see him much. I'm up here reading most the time on my stuff for my classes."

Uryuu nodded and smiled at him. "So you meet anyone interesting? I mean, surely there's a girl or two that have caught your eye already, cousin."

Ichigo blushed. "Nah, I'm not really into that sort of stuff."

Uryuu wondered what exactly that meant. "Okay, then did you see a boy or two that caught your eye?" he asked and watched as the blush deepened. He smiled to himself, self-satisfied. So that was it.

"Just more worried about classwork, you know," he said, keeping his eyes on the textbook he had just picked up nervously.

Uryuu nodded and left him to his reading and headed downstairs. He still had that gut feeling something wasn't quite right with the whole situation. Otherwise he wouldn't have come to see his father until Thanksgiving. At the earliest. He saw his father sitting at his laptop at the bar. "Ryuken, how are you?"

"I was wondering if you were going to bother asking after your father or just the boy," he said, not looking up from the computer.

Uryuu sighed. "Yeah, I have student government, I'll see you later Ryuken," he said stepping out and noting that the old lady next door was watching him. She looked away when he looked over at her. Gretchen, he thought. He made his way around and over into her yard instead of to his car. She looked up from her tea where she sat on the porch.

"Ms. O'Malley," he said. "Might I ask a favor of you?"

She blinked in confusion. As long as she'd lived next to the Ishidas, neither had ever come into her yard, and definitely neither had asked anything of her.

"What is it, dear?" she asked, looking up at the dark haired boy.

"This is my phone number," he said handing her his student government business card. "I'd like you to call me if anything…odd happens with my cousin."

"Odd?" she asked, looking down at the number and back up to him.

"Anything," he said, glancing at the house. "Doesn't matter what."

He trotted down the steps and got into his car, a little white Toyota, and drove away. She watched him go and had no idea that the first call she'd be making to the number on the card would be the following Sunday.

Friday, August 15, 2014

One month one day ago

Ryuken Ishida's Residence

Ichigo had fallen asleep on his books again, sprawled out on his bed in his boxers. Ryuken looked in and smirked. Yes, this would work perfectly. He already had a couple pictures he'd snuck. One of the boy sitting by the window reading, and another when he'd fallen asleep on the couch in his yukata. He hadn't gotten a good picture of him partially clothed yet. This would be perfect to entice his clients. He stepped into the room and used his phone to take a silent picture. He nodded in satisfaction. Not bad for a phone picture, he thought to himself. He headed downstairs and sat down on his laptop and glanced at the clock. It was Friday night, and if all went well, tomorrow night would see the first of the plan he'd put into place taking off, if a certain client of his took the bait, and baiting him he was. He hummed to himself, transferring the image he'd just taken from his phone into the email along with the other two. The email was put through a proxy server, and the addresses scrambled. The last thing he needed was to be caught at his vice, and for a dean in the largest state school in the city, it was one hell of a vice. However, it wasn't like he was new at this game.

"Saturday. Agreed location. Price for admission is usual, with one exception. Highest bidder gets special treatment. Once in a lifetime. Steady sub product, no more revolving doors."

He sent it and watched it work through the system with a satisfied smirk. He looked up to see Ichigo come down from upstairs, his light blue yukata wrapped around him and yawning. He blinked wearily.

"I'm sorry uncle, did I miss dinner?" he asked, looking around, still half asleep.

"Ah, yes, but there is a plate in the fridge, my boy," he said, smiling at him. Ichigo was still half asleep with imprints of the books lining his face but he still felt a strange chill over him at the smile Ryuken wore.

Ichigo rummaged and grabbed something and sat down beside him at the counter. "Oh, my boy, we'll be going to a small get together tomorrow night. Just a little fun party. You'll get to meet some important people. Dress in something nice, okay?"

Ichigo nodded, not completely conscious at the moment. He ate the leftover salad and headed back upstairs to fall asleep again. Ryuken nodded to himself as the confirmations and bids came through. Five, it looked like, and the highest bidder was 100,000 so far. To his delight, the person he was hoping would bid high was the one with that fat bid. He sent out an email announcing the highest bidder's amount. Before long, a second round came back, three of the five bowing out but one bidding 125. Again, he sent the round, and the original bidder came back with 150. This time, there were no counterbids. He quickly sent out a mail stating that bidding was closed and the high bidder would receive a private email.

Ryuken wondered if he could pull this off. He was playing a dangerous game with this man. He was the deputy mayor and could certainly make his life miserable. But then, Ryuken had enough records of him buying his whores to make his life miserable in turn. He smiled and typed out his letting.

"Congrats, you have won bidding. Since I know of your interest, I was wondering if you would be interested in a consensual non-consent contract? The boy is not good at English, though he understands it well enough and has conversational level, so I am doing the negotiations on his part. He is also quite submissive and cannot bring himself to talk to others about his desires. Your purchase is not affected by this, however, I would be very willing to allow him to spend a short period with you, for a small price, should you wish to undertake training."

He sent it off and a reply came quickly. "You know this is not the way things are done. I'll talk to the boy myself."

Ryuken couldn't allow that at all. He mustn't even come close to interacting on a more than acquaintance level, otherwise his plan would fall through. He smiled and jumped up and headed back upstairs and found that the boy had fallen asleep on his back this time sprawled across his bed. Ryuken reached down and undid the obi on his yukata and pulled it open, being careful to not wake him up. He gently and carefully pulled his boxers down lower on his hips, just enough to glimpse the trail of orange fuzz on his belly leading under the band. He knew too well how to get this person's attention. He took several pictures of him like that, returning and sending them along to the man he was working.

A few minutes later Ryuken was smiling. "I'll do it," the email said simply. Ryuken knew that he couldn't resist long enough. The man was a shameless pervert for boys that looked like they were less than legal age, and Ichigo, with his smooth chest and slight figure, fit the bill perfectly. He would do anything to get more than one fuck out him, and Ryuken knew it. He was most enthused about the large amount of money he was paying for the first night.

Not too bad, unfortunately this was a once in a lifetime break. Ah well, he thought with a sigh. He'd make the best of it. Of course, if he got caught, it wouldn't matter. That's why using his nephew was so much better than blackmailing other students into it… He was much less likely to get caught when he could ensure the silence of the boy. And he knew exactly how to ensure his silence.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

One Month Ago

Ryuken Ishida's Residence

Ichigo woke up on Saturday morning and was wondering what his uncle meant by a little get together or party. He knew that it was probably some stuffy event with other college professors or businessmen. What in the world else would it be? He highly doubted that his uncle did anything fun in his spare time. He shrugged it away, finding something to eat in the kitchen, toast and jam, and wandered back upstairs.

He'd finished his chemistry, biology, sociology and psychology texts, so now he was reading his English lit texts. School was starting this next week, and he wanted to at least have the texts read before he started classes. His uncle and Uryuu had both told him that he wasn't expected to have finished them by the start of classes, but honestly, what else was there to do? His uncle didn't want him leaving the house alone yet, though he really didn't understand that. He assumed he was just being overprotective. It was something that happened a lot to him considering the condition of his leg. Most people thought he was incapable of taking care of himself. It wasn't that…well it was, he thought sullenly as he sat down on his bed rubbing his already throbbing knee. If he got in trouble it wasn't like he could run from anyone.

Not to mention that the mere sight of guns or things that sounded like guns scared him witless still. His Uncle had told him sternly that there were certain parts of this city where there was a lot of gun violence. That alone was enough to keep him from leaving the house alone. The fourth of July had been terrible. He hadn't known about the fireworks ahead of time and had been outside when they started. He'd scrambled into the house getting an odd look from their nosey neighbor because he nearly ran into the door. He had spent the next five hours locked in the bedroom sitting inside the closet with his headphones in his ears and his Jpop playlist on full blast. He knew it was childish, but he couldn't help it. He'd already used all of his hydroxyzine since he got to the states. He found that his uncle's unpredictable nature gave him some serious issues.

He went downstairs to find his uncle gone again. He guessed he had the house to himself again. He grabbed a book and went to sit out on the porch and read for a while. Before he knew it the day had gone and he looked down at the cell phone his uncle had given him. It beeped and he picked it up to see it was from his uncle. He only had two numbers in it so far, his uncle and Uryuu.

"Yes, uncle?" he answered, standing and heading back inside.

"Please be dressed when I get home, we'll be leaving right away, my boy," he said with a snap to his tone.

"Ah, yes, uncle," he said and hung up and ran up the stairs and looked at his clothes. He didn't have a huge selection, and he wasn't sure exactly what "dress nice" meant. He shrugged and took out a button down shirt that was white and blue striped and a pair of his darkest jeans. He only had his sneakers, so it wasn't like he could do much else. He was just finishing tying his shoes when his uncle came in the door.

"Let's go," he said curtly and motioned for him to leave.

"Okay, uncle," he answered, pushing himself to his feet and still wondering where exactly he was going.

As they got outside he stumbled and managed to catch himself on the rail of the step. Ryuken glared at him with the snidest look on his face. Ichigo swallowed and continued down to follow him. Why was the man so unpredictable? He glanced over and saw the curtain pulled back next door a bit. He guessed his neighbor was really nosey… He got in and buckled his seat belt and found that his uncle was staring at him.

"Um, it's the best I had with me uncle, is it okay?" he asked. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful to him by seeming to indicate he should have bought new clothes for him.

He grunted and nodded, starting the car and taking off into the darkness. They drove for a long time, it seemed, at least an hour, and they were in a more rural looking area now. He wanted to ask where they were, but from the set of the white haired man's jaw he didn't think that was a good idea. He'd already found that when he was in this type of mood, questions were received quite poorly. More than once his uncle had slapped him across the face. At first it surprised him because his father had never hit him or his sisters. He knew, though, that not all parents eschewed corporal means of punishment, and maybe it was the way it was in America. So he just accepted it as the way it was. He had no other basis to offer a different perspective. It wasn't like it left a mark or anything, honestly it was more surprising than anything.

Before long they pulled into a long driveway up to a big house with a large amount of space around it. It was kind of in the middle of nowhere, he thought as he looked around it. Ryuken got out and Ichigo followed him, slightly nervous at not knowing what was happening.

They entered the house to find several people seated around in the living room. Ryuken shoved him into the room and followed. "Hello, gentlemen, may I present my nephew, Ichigo. He'll be joining us tonight. Ichigo, these are some important people, so please do your best to be polite. And do excuse him for any problems. He is new at this, and also doesn't speak much," his uncle said with a harsh look at him. Ichigo was quite familiar with that look. It meant it was best to keep his mouth shut as much as possible.

Ichigo nodded, having no clue what was happening. One of the men, a man with short hair and looked to be in his fifties or sixties, waved him over to where he was sitting. Beside him sat a man with longish brown hair with a slight wave to it. Ichigo bowed to them both. "Hi," he said, trying his best to be polite.

"I'm Baraggan Louisenbairn, boy. I own a few of the factories in town. Quite an honor for your uncle to bring you to meet with us," he said with a grin at him. Ichigo felt slightly uncomfortable with that, however.

The other man smiled. "Ryuken mentioned you were from Japan. My family was originally from there, but moved to Hawaii long ago. I'm Sōsuke Aizen, good to meet such a good boy," he said with a grin similar to the older man. This guy though looked to be in his thirties or forties. Ichigo shifted uncomfortably as they seemed to be looking him over intently.

"Now, now, Aizen, Louisenbairn, no keeping the boy to yourselves all night," came a deep voice and Ichigo saw a really tall dark skinned fellow with a perfectly bald head. "Name's Zommari Rureaux, but please, call me Zom, everyone does." Ichigo nodded, wondering who this guy was. "Now while Sōsuke over there plays politics, I'm one of the police commissioners. So we spend a lot of time working with each other," he said and Ichigo flinched when the man's hand rested on the middle of his back. That was a little odd, but he supposed the guy's name sounded French, so maybe he was just overly friendly?

Ichigo was quickly becoming more and more uncomfortable, though, because it was like everyone in the room was focused on him. Besides his uncle, there were five total in the room, and while they spoke to each other quietly now and then, more often than not, their gaze would turn on him. To be honest it was a little offsetting. He swallowed as the bigger man steered him over toward a couch where a couple other men were sitting. One was a rather petite looking man with very pale skin and vivid green eyes. The other was a tall thin man with long dark hair and an eye patch over his right eye.

"Ichigo, this is Ulquiorra Cifer and Nnoitra Gilga. They are both associates of mine in the police department. Nnoitra is a chief and Ulquiorra is one of my best vice detectives," the big dark man said with a smile.

"Wow, that's pretty cool. I've never met people that work in the police department before," Ichigo said with a smile.

Ryuken came over and handed something to Ichigo to drink, or rather shoved it into his hand and gave him a harsh look. He was talking too much, he imagined. He nervously sipped it and winced. He glanced at Ryuken who was giving him the look that said to be grateful for what he'd been given. It was some form of alcohol, which was odd because he thought the drinking age here in the US was twenty one. He smiled wanly and sipped it again as the men talked around him. The fact that this Zommari was standing with his hand against his back was starting to get a little bit weird. Then his head started to spin. He wobbled and felt the hand on his back steady him.

"Ah, the boy can't hold his liquor," the dark haired man with the eye patch said. "Or did your uncle slip something more in that glass for you to relax a little?"

The world spun as he felt himself sitting on someone now and he shook his head. He was on the one named Nnoitra's lap. Why was he on his lap? He heard Ryuken laugh. "A little of both, I'm afraid. He's much too tense, and he's never drank before."

"What…hey…" he said, pushing on the man's hands. "Lemme up…" he said, feeling strange.

"Nah, boy, time to get what we paid for," he whispered into Ichigo's ear, and he felt the man's hand groping his crotch.

He froze and wondered just what was happening. "Now, now, Nnoi, no fun until you've paid. Give him here, I'll get him set up for tonight."

He felt the world spin and he was being drug stumbling off the man's lap toward a doorway. It was wavering though. Then the door opened and he realized it was a bedroom. He was shoved forward onto the bed where he landed with an oof on his stomach. He felt his hands snatched by Ryuken and something clamped around each of his wrists. He got enough thought to look up and see they were leather cuffs, restraints of some sort.

"Uncle," he whimpered. "I don't understand…What's happening?"

He felt the world spin sickly again and the chains above him clinked. He was on his back now and Ryuken was looking at him. "You see, my boy, I despise you. You and your godforsaken family are everything I detest in the world. I hate your father most of all, though. He stole away the only woman I ever loved, you know. I can't very well get him into this position, so I'll use you instead. You, who my wife's sister died protecting. Well, if she had to die, I will get something out of you in payment. And this, this is your payment. That man out there, Aizen, paid one hundred and fifty thousand to be the one to take your virginity. He's a real pervert; he never likes the girls I provide. He'd rather fuck a boy, and he only likes the ones that are like you and look younger than they are. He's also a sadist, so he will hurt you. And the rest, they all paid twenty five hundred to be able to fuck you," he said, trailing one hand down his chest and popping open his buttons on the shirt as he went.

"Now normally, I bring them boys and girls who've really messed up and in order to get out of trouble, they'll do anything. I've made plagiarism go away, I've made failing grades disappear, I've even had a couple that ended up in trouble for doing drugs in the bathroom get off scot free, and I even had a boy that got caught raping a girl in the boys' bathroom off for spending three night here. So for the small price of being the party slut for one night or more, I make all their troubles go away. Now you, of course, you're special. Now I don't need to take chances with students anymore. Because you're going to be a good slut and you won't say a fucking word to anyone. Do you know why?" he said, leaning forward close enough that Ichigo felt his breath on his face.

"I've got money. And as you can see, I have contacts, and that's only five of them. I can easily arrange for a horrible accident to happen to your father and your sisters. Or better yet, I could have your father killed, and then your sisters brought to live with me, after all I'm their only living relative, and then I can drag them here to be used as my party sluts instead of you. As you can see, no one will listen to you. The cops take part, and more than one professor at the school does as well. Aizen is the deputy mayor. I have doctors, lawyers, you name it, and they come to this little place because it's safe for them to get their perverted satisfaction of fucking a kid. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who will pay to do what these men are doing," Ryuken reached down and wiped a tear away from his face. "Now, don't struggle too much. It won't hurt as much that way. And they will hurt you if you struggle. That's why I gave you a little opium to mellow you a bit, and I'll give you another dose when we leave. The first time is always the hardest, but you'll get used to it quickly."

Ichigo's eyes were wide and tears were streaming from them already. "Why? Why do you do this?"

Ryuken smiled and shrugged. "I'm looking forward to a nice, long retirement in the Caribbean in the next year or two. I've had some financial issues, and I really need to get out of the country as soon as possible. Your virginity fuck is going to put me a whole lot closer, my dear boy. Here," he said, taking out a ball gag from the drawer next to the bed and forcing it into his mouth. "You're too new to be trusted with sucking cock, yet. But they didn't pay for that, not this time. That will come later. I certainly can't have you biting anyone, now can I? Certainly puts a crimp in my business if I have people go about telling everyone my sluts bite people when they don't ask to be bitten. I normally don't have to tie up the sluts unless the clients ask me to do it, but you'll probably fight no matter how much I threaten you or your family. I don't blame you, though, because you're actually giving me a chance to make more if you fight. Just not too much, you hear?"

He stepped back and stared and went for his jean button. Ichigo started to thrash away from him but Ryuken put a hand against his throat with light pressure and shook his head. Ichigo's vision started to fade and the pressure was released. Ryuken had him stripped of his jeans and his boxers in a moment, pausing to smile. He was quite a fit boy, to be honest. Even with the bad leg, he'd managed to keep himself in shape and while he wasn't gifted with rippling muscles, he had a soft, smooth look to him. Of course, this was preferred by the perverts he dealt with. Ryuken hummed as he took his ankles and pulled them up, lashing them to the back of his thighs with an intricate set of knots. Ichigo moaned as his knee shot pain up and down his left leg. Ryuken patted it gently.

"I know, but next time you'll remember to be good and I won't tie you like this. I'll pick up a brace for you tomorrow, since I'm sure you'll need it, now be good for Mr. Aizen. He paid good money for this, after all, and if he likes you, you'll be seeing a lot more of him," he said, leaving him like that.

Panic wasn't something Ichigo often felt. The exception was gunshot sounds. Even then, he was never as panicked as he was with the door opened again to admit the man he'd met earlier. He looked at him with a look that sent a chill down Ichigo's back. There was a hard set to his jaw and his eyes were piercing.

"I paid for a virgin. Are you?" Aizen said, circling the bed. "Because if I paid money to fuck a virgin and if you aren't one, I'll slit your throat here and then go in the next room and slit your uncle's throat."

Ichigo's eyes went wide and he felt like he was going to pass out. He nodded his head vigorously. He was half tempted to tell him no so his uncle got what he deserved, but he honestly didn't want to die like this. The sheer embarrassment of being found in this position… He couldn't fathom it. Aizen sat down beside him, running hands over his rapidly rising and falling chest.

"I don't doubt it because you're scared, aren't you?" the brunette said with a soft smile.

Ichigo nodded again, fighting back against the bile rising in his throat. "They always are at first," Aizen said, trailing his fingers down into his navel and probing it gently at first then almost painfully. "You're very pretty, you know. He sent us a few pictures before tonight to up the bidding. I couldn't let you go to one of the others. He hasn't brought such a lovely boy to these parties in a long time. I only come to them when there's a pretty boy like you," he said, fingers trailing down further to play with the trail of fine hair leading from his belly button down to the thicker nest below. "I usually don't take these kind of things on without direct negotiation, but it was far too tempting for me to resist. Now, you'll get your fondest wish, my sweet little slut. After tonight, you'll be such a good little slut everyone will want to take you fuck you senseless. And you will love it, won't you?"

Ichigo flinched violently when he touched him on the crease between his thigh and pelvis. Aizen smiled. "You've never been with anyone have you? No girls or boys?"

Ichigo swallowed as best he could, felling spit dripping around the edges of the gag down his face. He shook his head. Aizen nodded, sliding his hand down further to feel each dip and crevice of his body. Ichigo couldn't hold back a whimper as his finger ran over his entrance. "Oh, you are going to be fun," Aizen said, standing and disrobing, his cock already thick and dripping. Ichigo started to shake his head violently. No way was that going to fit inside him. He'd touched himself a little bit, even tentatively explored himself, but that…

"Oh don't worry, sweet boy. I've done this many times. Deflowering is perhaps my favorite thing…" he said, crawling onto the bed between his legs and pushing on his knees to part them further. Ichigo cried out against the gag because it hurt when he pushed on his knee like that.

He wasn't gentle, and he wasn't kind, and he smiled when Ichigo screamed at the violent way he took him. Of course, a perfect sadist, he was only happy when he made them bleed. When he was done, Ichigo hoped it was over, but the he remembered that the others had paid… Aizen left and he tried to will the pain away. The door opened again and he whimpered and wanted to pass out as the one with the bright green eyes looked him over. He turned his head and tried to imagine anything else but the pain burning through him. He didn't feel his knee any longer.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

One Month Ago (Minus a few hours)

Ryuken Ishida's Residence

~3:00 am

It was nearly three am when Ryuken's car returned home. Gretchen had fallen asleep in the chair by the window but the lights woke her up. She blinked, glancing at the clock. She turned and opened the window enough to see out. Ryuken got out first then practically drug the boy out of the car. He stumbled and was shoved roughly forward. She couldn't see much but his shirt was open. The dim light made it impossible to see anything else. His limp was far more pronounced, though, and he leaned heavily on the railing when he walked up the stair. The door closed with an audible slam and she wondered what exactly that had been about.

She picked up the phone as soon as she woke the next morning, dialing the son's number.

"Hello?" came his familiar tone.

"Yes, Uryuu?" she asked.

"Oh, Ms. O'Malley. I didn't expect a call so soon," he said, sounding slightly annoyed.

She could understand. She knew she was nosey, and to be honest, she never once attempted to deny or disguise that fact. Watching people had always been a fascination of hers, ever since she was a young woman. It wasn't that she wanted to know what they were doing so much as she wanted to watch reactions and emotions play out. Her husband had been a St. John's surgeon, and though she'd never finished school, psychology and sociology had always been her favorite subjects.

"You said to call about anything odd, I think what happened last night quite well qualifies," she said slowly. "Your father took your cousin out at around eight last night, and they didn't return until three am," she said.

"What?" Uryuu said, all trace of annoyance gone. "What the hell is he doing going somewhere at that time of night?" he muttered, mostly to himself.

"Yes, well, your cousin, he didn't look so well when they returned. It was too dark to see, but he wasn't too steady on his feet, and his shirt was barely hanging on him."

"Thank you very much, Ms. O'Malley. Please, please, call me if you find out anything. I don't know what's happening, but I don't like it."

She hung up and glanced next door. She saw that the boy had come out wearing the robe-like thing that he wore in the mornings; she forgot what he'd called it. He was just sitting on the step of the porch staring into the distance with his knees tucked to his chin. She'd never seen him come outside without a book. She wanted to say something to him, but what was she going to say? She didn't want him to know she'd been spying on him, and if something bad had happened, she doubted he would talk to her. She would have to trust his cousin. She wanted to walk over and sit down beside him. She wanted to hug him to her tightly and tell him that everything would be alright. There was something about the way he sat, something completely defeated and alone.