Warning! Warning! Warning! If you haven't read this story before, you NEED to know that it is very very dark and contains rape. Read at your own risk!
The dreary, bland halls of Hogyoku Mental Asylum were deathly silent in the midnight hour. The flickering, florescent lights hanging from the ceiling made the stark white walls nearly unbearable to look at, that light bouncing off of the large steel doors that housed the asylum's odd array of occupants. Each time a criminal managed to weasel their way into an insanity plea, they were brought to Hogyoku to live out the rest of their days. It was a highly secured place, resting on top of a hill and surrounded by a ten-foot high wall topped with electrically charged barbed wire.
Even though most of the occupants were criminals, a few were cases that were too dangerous for the mental hospitals open to the public. There was no escaping Hogyoku. Once you were behind those walls, there was no getting out. Only the workers were allowed to come and go as they pleased, although the head doctor, Urahara Kisuke, chose to remain at the asylum. As soon as lock down hit, ten o'clock sharp, while the orderlies were making their rounds and delivering medications, he would retire to the basement where the high security patients were held.
Ten doors lined the large circular area, each brandishing their number in bold, red paint. From the white desk that sat in the center of the room, each door could be seen, while the security cameras placed inside each room would allow visual behind those thick plates of steel.
Urahara sighed as he lowered himself into the black leather chair, kicking his feet up onto the top of the desk as gray eyes scanned over the monitor, observing each room with a critical eye. His gaze paused on Patient Zero, a young man who'd come to the asylum around six months ago. Since he'd been there, the tally of violent outbursts had reached the double digits, closing in on triple. Anytime someone would get too close, say something wrong, or even moved in a certain way, it would set the fiery orange haired male into a fit. The doctor was still unable to figure out what exactly was wrong with Patient Zero, or rather, Ichigo Kurosaki, but he was determined to find out.
A sudden movement in Zero's room caught the blonde doctor's attention, making him straighten in his seat as he watched the young orange head pace the length of the padded room he had been placed in, arms hugged close to his sides by the straight jacket restricting his movement. Urahara had had to place him in the constricting cloth prison when he'd lashed out at one of the orderlies who had been trying to administer his medication.
Zero looked tense as he continued to pace, head hung low and bare feet dragging across the padded floor. There was a stiffness in his shoulders that had Urahara cocking a blonde brow as the orange head came to a stop, leaning heavily against the wall before sinking to the ground in one fluid movement, bringing long legs as close to his chest as he could as he placed his forehead against his knees.
"What is going on with you, Kurosaki?" Urahara muttered, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at the door with a large zero printed on the front, a deep frown marring his face.
"They don't understand us! Teach them a lesson they'll never forget!"
"Kill them! Kill 'em all!"
"Their blood would be delicious, don't you want a taste?"
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Ichigo's voice trembled as he tried to block out the voices ringing inside his head. Dulled, honey brown eyes clenched tightly closed as he bit into his bottom lip, hoping that the pain would drive those voices away. His entire body trembled as he fought for the last bit of control on his mind. It was never ending, every single day since his mother's death, those voices had begun to assault his mind. Ichigo knew very well why he had been locked away, his father unable to handle his sudden outbursts anymore. He didn't blame the older man, even he wouldn't want to deal with himself.
"You've gotten weak, King." Ichigo's body stiffened at the distorted voice that had joined the others, a distinct cackle ringing against his eardrums. His heart thundered in his chest, eyes snapping wide open, his pupils dilating with fear as they scanned over the padded room. No, not him, anyone but him!
Backing himself into a corner, the orange head pressed back as far as he could, hoping to sink into the padding as that cackle became more defined. Horror washed over his body like a bucket of ice cold water as he tried to gasp for air. "Does your horse need ta teach ya 'nother lesson, eh Kingy?" Those words were whispered against his ear, tickling the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as a cool breath washed over his skin. Trembling, breath hitching in his throat, Ichigo shied away from the icy feeling of fingertips brushing over his cheek.
"N-No! Go away!" Ichigo cried out, struggling against the straight jacket as he closed his eyes, a small whimper of fear escaping his lips. Biting down on his lower lip harder, he winced when he pierced skin, the copper tang of blood hitting the tip of his tongue, "Y-You're not real!"
The fingers caressing his skin softly grabbed his chin hard, yanking his head around. Ichigo refused to open his eyes, his entire body trembling as he tried to cage the noises bubbling up from his throat. "Look at me, King." Ichigo made a small noise of refusal as he closed his eyes tighter, his arms flexing against the straps of his straight jacket. The hand around his chin gripped harder, and he could feel the cool breath wafting over his face as the other hissed out, "Look at me!"
One, glassy brown eye cracked open, just enough to meet the furious gold on black eyes mere inches away from his own. A wicked grin split onto pale lips as the hand around his chin loosened just enough to trace over his bloodied bottom lip. "That's a good boy." The pale copy of his own persona cooed, cocking his head to the side as he brought his hand back to lick away the blood from his thumb with an azure stained tongue. A dark glint flashed in those liquid gold eyes that had Ichigo gulping as he stared at his own personal demon.
Shirosaki had been the first of the many voices to appear in his head. It had been the day of his mother's death, the murder leaving the hysterical seven year old laying in a pool of her blood. Ichigo could still remember the cold feel of his mother's hand against his own small one, the lifeless look to her eyes as he tried to nudge her awake. He'd just laid his head against her chest and closed his eyes when that distorted voice had appeared for the first time. "Che, get up, King! I won't allow ya ta be weak!"
From then on, it had only gotten worse. Ichigo had managed to get through the rest of elementary and middle school without much problem, Shirosaki's voice the only one he had to tune out. It wasn't until the start of high-school, after the near death of a close friend, Rukia Kuchiki, that he'd finally snapped. He was supposed to be with her that day, but he had been running late. It was his fault that she had been left to wait alone, with little protection against the men who had eventually raped her, nearly killing her.
After that, his sanity snapped like some brittle twig. Suddenly Shirosaki's wasn't the only voice pulsing against his mind. It became too difficult of a task to suppress them all, and Ichigo had slowly withered away into an anxious, jumpy parody to his former self. He would lash out for no reason, yanking at his hair and screaming at the top of his lungs. His father, Isshin, had taken him to numerous psychiatrists, which had been a complete waste of time. They couldn't figure out what was wrong, and Ichigo didn't feel like sharing.
In the end, Isshin had taken all he could, finally caving and shipping his only son off to Hogyoku Mental Asylum in hopes that he would get the care he needed. But, not even the heavily guarded walls could keep the creature in his mind from escaping and dragging him down to hell.
Unlike the other voices, the pale demon would appear before him, taking on his form and twisting it into a sadistic, evil creature who thoroughly enjoyed causing him pain. From the tips of those snowy white tresses, each spike laying just the same as his, to the strong curve of his jaw and sharp nose. Even his body was the same, well from what Ichigo could see with no desire to venture further. Though they looked the same, Shirosaki was pale, derived of all color. Then there were those eyes, glowing suns of gold surrounded by the inky black night, glimmering with something dark and twisted.
A feral grin curved onto pale lips as the hand around his chin slid down to lock around his throat. Honey brown eyes shot wide in surprise when he was shoved back against the padded wall, the grip around his throat crushing around his windpipe. Pale lips seized his as Shirosaki's grip tightened, blunt teeth digging into Ichigo's lower lip, forcing a low whine from him.
Trying to turn his head, Ichigo began to squirm, feet kicking out as his airway began to close up, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy. Just before nut-brown eyes rolled into the back of his head, Shirosaki released him, making Ichigo wheeze at the sudden intake of oxygen, his head pounding. The other voices were oddly silent as always when Shirosaki was around, leaving just him and the demon. Orange lashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, hoping that he fall unconscious, and the demon would just disappear.
"Runnin' away, King? Ya really 'ave gotten weak, haven't ya?" A dark, sultry whisper breezed into Ichigo's ear, making all the hair on his body stand on end. Sharp teeth latched onto the lobe, tugging harshly and making Ichigo cry out, his eyes watering at the pain. A dark, taunting chuckle spread across his skin as Shirosaki broke away, moving to look his captive in the eye. "What's wrong, King? Do I scare ya that much?" The pale copy of himself taunted, running a hand through orange tresses in a mock soothing manner. Pale lips closed in on his again, making his breath hitch as hooded, gold on black eyes locked with his. When Ichigo shied away, pushing the back of his head into the soft padding, the pale demon only grinned, purring, "Good. Ya should be scared. After all, I do love those frightened screams ya make."
Ichigo's heart lurched into his throat as a pale hand snaked down his body to cup his dick through the flimsy white scrubs that were mandatory in the asylum. Curling his toes, he bit his lip, trying to hold back the shaky groan bubbling in his throat as Shirosaki continued to pet him. He couldn't fight it, watery brown eyes going wide when his dick began to harden under the monster's touch.
"S-Stop...please..." Ichigo murmured, his voice hoarse and raspy. Shirosaki only cackled, bending down to drag his teeth over the other's lightly tanned neck.
"Now why would I wanna do tha'?" Shirosaki chuckled, and Ichigo jolted when icy fingers slipped beneath the elastic band to his pants, "Mmm, already hard? Yer such a masochist, Ichi." Pale, black nailed fingers pinched the head of his dick through his boxers, making Ichigo cry out sharply as his hips bucked out of reflex.
"N-No...Go a-away!" The orange head pleaded, his head thrashing from side to side as those pale fingers continued down to wrap around the base of his length, squeezing harshly and forcing a soft whine from his lips. Ichigo couldn't keep them at bay anymore, saline water spilling onto his cheeks as his lower lip trembled. He hated this. Hated how Shirosaki never listened and just took what he wanted. Hated how he was unable to fight back, even without the straightjacket. He felt like a small child when his paledoppelganger appeared, completely overwhelmed and vulnerable.
"That's it Ichi, keep screamin' for me. Mmm, turns me on ya lil' slut." Shirosaki's taunting tone had him nearly whimpering as pleading golden-brown eyes glared up at the hallucination hovering over him. That was all Shirosaki was, a very real hallucination that only he could see, hear, feel. No one else was forced to succumb to the evil demon, that torment left for him alone.
An azure stained tongue ran along his cheek, licking up the tears still spilling freely down his cheeks. Ichigo's entire body trembled when Shirosaki suddenly pulled away, and he yelped when chilled fingers curled around his ankle, pulling him down onto his back hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Before he had a chance to kick out and scramble away, Shirosaki had already removed his pants, tying them around his ankles to better restrain him.
Ichigo couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his lips as he squirmed, gaze never leaving the pale demon who'd dug his nails into tan thighs, dragging them down hard enough to leave multiple, bloody lines. Shirosaki's tongue flicked out, tracing up each cut to gather up the crimson liquid, humming in delight as those molten gold orbs never left his.
Sharp teeth dragged across the underside of his cock before nipping at the head, making Ichigo clench his eyes closed as a whine filled the air from the sudden pain. That whine turned into a moan that he couldn't hold back when pale lips sealed over the mushroom head, that vile tongue digging into the slit. Shirosaki was toying with him, teasing him as if testing how much he could take before he snapped. His mind was already spinning, body aching and on fire, but he knew the other wasn't close to being done. Shirosaki was a sadist, and he was the demon's personal masochistic toy.
"Nnngh...p-please..." Ichigo whispered out, biting down hard on his tongue as Shirosaki sucked more into that sinful, moist mouth of his while black nails proceeded to make crescent shaped cuts along his thighs. He knew they would scar over, always there to remind him, though no one else would even be able to comprehend let alone see. He knew there was pain, could feel it licking at his skin, but it only made him cry out, bucking his hips as Shirosaki growled around his dick.
Liquid gold eyes burned as the albino gazed up at him, and Ichigo shivered at the sadistic glee that made those orbs practically glow. Shirosaki slowly withdrew from his cock, leaving him to pant in much needed oxygen as he tried to fight down the rosy blush threatening to stain his cheeks. Fuck, why did he allow Shirosaki this much power over him?
Shirosaki, seeming to notice the complete helplessness to his gaze, nipped at a tan thigh before murmuring against the skin, "Givin' in so soon, Kingy? Che, there's no fun it tha'! C'mon fight me, lash out! Destroy! Can't ya feel it? Tha' delicious, satisfying urge to kill swimmin' through your veins? Cuz I can feel it, King. Oh can I ever, and it's so mouth-watering and orgasmic..." Shirosaki drawled, cupping his balls and squeezing harshly, making Ichigo practically yell at the sudden jolt of painful pleasure.
A soft sob fell from pink lips as he screwed his eyes shut, trying his best to block the demonic cackle pulsing against his eardrums. He kept hoping someone would come save him, though he knew no one could. Shirosaki was only a figment of his imagination, a fucked up imagination at that, but nevertheless, he was there.
Ichigo let out a low grunt when his body was suddenly flipped over, icy fingers curling around his hips and yanking him back onto his knees with his ass in the air. The side of his face dug into the padded floor as he slitted teary eyes open to stare at the adjacent wall. The soft, almost gentle touch caressing his backside had him letting loose a soft moan, only to yelp in surprise when a hard smack hit his skin, making it burn. Another smack had him trying to squirm away, which only resulted in more until the sound of skin slapping skin drowned out even his loud cries and pleads to stop.
"Fuck, I love the noises ya make! C'mon Ichi cry out for me!" Shirosaki exclaimed giddily, digging his nails into the meat of Ichigo's ass. The orange head's shoulders sunk to the floor, spine curving in almost a painful way as small, breathy whimpers passed rosy lips. This seemed to please Shirosaki who moved his hands to spread apart the other's cheeks, running his tongue along the crack of that pert as until he got to that tight, virgin entrance.
Pale lips curved up into a grin that would make the Joker proud, baring his teeth as he eyed that little pucker before swiping his tongue across it. The light gasp that fell from his captive's open mouth had him doing it again and again until the other was pushing against his face, begging with his body for some kind of penetration. Not being one to deny, Shirosaki leaned back on his haunches, observing his handiwork before plunging three black nailed fingers in as far as they could go.
"Arrrgh! N-No! S-Stop!" Ichigo screamed, his voice cracking as he struggled to get away from the pale demon who only looped a strong arm around his waist to keep him in place. Warm and wet blood stained those pale fingers, a natural lubricant that made his fingers slide in and out of the other's entrance with ease. Ichigo was only able to cry out as Shirosaki pressed against his back, purposefully missing his prostate.
"Mmmm...fuck, Ichi! Such a good lil' whore, I'm practically drippin' with excitement!" Shirosaki husked out as he bit hard into the back of Ichigo's neck, exuding his dominance over his host. The pained whimper that responded to him had him biting down hard enough to break skin, warm blood pooling in his mouth, as he finally let the tips of his fingers brush over that sweet spot.
"Nnngh...s-shit..." Ichigo mumbled, rolling his head to bury his mouth against the padded floor, trying to quiet the moan bubbling in his throat as his entire body went rigid. That small amount of pleasure had his mind swallowed in a dense fog that he couldn't seem to crawl out of. It cut his oxygen supply in half, but he didn't care. He'd rather suffocate then give Shirosaki the pleasure of knowing that he was enjoying it.
Ichigo let out a sigh of relief when Shirosaki withdrew his fingers, cringing at the wet, sticky feeling sliding down his thighs. Behind him, the pale demon sat back, licking his bloody fingers as his golden eyes swam with a perverse gleam.
Once he'd finished cleaning the digits, Shirosaki crawled onto his knees behind the orange head, pale hands stroking the curve of the other's ass almost lovingly as he murmured, "Imma teach ya a very important lesson, King so pay attention. Violence always wins, while a weak for like ya, well you're just a steppin' stone."
A black nailed hand slid into the black pants he wore, opposite of his King's just like everything else, pulling the thick, pale skinned dick from its confines. The head glistened against the florescent lighting, copious amounts of precum staining his fingers as he gave a languid stroke. The sight of the orange head, paralyzed by the fear that gripped him had his dick pulsing with the desire to be buried inside the other. He'd never gone this far, only spooking his poor lil' King with his haunting voice and fleeting touches, but since Ichigo had been placed in this hell hole, he'd gotten weak. It was time to bring that fire back, anyway possible.
Positioning himself against the other's backside, Shirosaki wove a hand into orange locks, pulling Ichigo's head back so he could look into those nut-brown eyes as he snapped his hips forward. Ichigo's eyes shot wide, pupils dilating, and mouth open in an ear-piercing scream that had Shirosaki's toes curling.
"Fuuuuck, King! Gimme more!" He cooed greedily, lapping his tongue across the wound at the back of Ichigo's neck as he shoved his face back into the ground. The padding muffled the orange head's screams minutely as he started a back-breaking speed. Roughly pounding into the torn, abused hole he cackled gleefully as his fingers dug into that tan ass.
The sick, disgusting squelching sound of Shirosaki's dick sliding in and out of his hole had fresh tears falling from Ichigo's cheeks as he bit into his lower lip. He really tried to hold in the noises his body wanted to make, unable to do so when Shirosaki slammed forward hard, pushing deep inside and abusing his prostate. Ichigo's cock, that had been dangling limply between his legs, began to harden anew as Shirosaki pounded his prostate to dust.
"A-Ah...mor-..." Ichigo clamped his mouth shut, horrified that he'd just been about to ask the pale demon for more. Shirosaki was making him sick, warping his mind. The hard grip on his ass, black nails digging into the skin was enough pain to keep him slightly rooted as Shirosaki's thrusts became quicker, more rough.
"Jesus, yer so tight, King! Shoulda done this a lot sooner!" Shirosaki babbled behind him, voice hoarse as one of his hands slid around the orange head's body to grab his cock. Ichigo let out a needy, whiny moan that had him screwing his eyes shut in disgust as his hips bucked into that sinful touch. "Mmm, ya like that don't ya, Kingy? You'll like this more..."
Falling back, Shirosaki drug Ichigo up into a sitting position, hands hooked underneath his thighs as he forced the orange head to bounce in his lap. The sudden change of movement had the albino thoroughly abusing his prostate, and without the floor to quiet them, Ichigo's ragged screams of pleasure pierced the air around them, making Shirosaki smirk as he rested his chin against the orange head's shoulder.
"Oh G-God! Please...s-so close...make it s-stop!" Ichigo cried out, back arching against the pale demon as his arms struggled against the straps to his straightjacket. An azure tongue licked up the side of his neck before teeth were biting into the skin just as Shirosaki slammed him down harshly.
That was all it took, the nearly painful pressure on his prostate his undoing. Creamy streams of cum shot into the air as he screamed himself hoarse, leaning his head back as honey brown eyes rolled into his skull. The wicked grin that tainted pale lips soon morphed into a leer as that tight hole gripped around him, sucking his dick in.
With a guttural growl, Shirosaki released into the spent, abused orange head before pulling him off his dick to shove him stomach first back onto the ground. Cum mixed with the blood spilling out from the now twitching hole, staining tan skin a lovely pink color. The same color stained his dick and he gathered some up on his fingertips before sucking them into his mouth.
Bending down, Shirosaki curled his hand into Ichigo's hair, yanking the other's ear close to his lips as he husked out, "Yer such a good lil' slut. Better shape up, King or I'll be back, and next time...I won't be so gentle." The quiet groan was all he needed to know Ichigo had heard him, shoving the other's head forward before leaning back. Giving the abused from of his King one last glance, Shirosaki slowly began to dissolve. He'd allow Ichigo to heal, for now at least.
Kisuke jolted from the paperwork he'd been going through, Zero's file to be exact when he heard a scream that had his blood running cold. Gray eyes lifted towards the direction of that sound, his face paling when he noticed what door it came from. The blonde doctor's eyes darted to the screen displaying Zero's room, the sight that met him, making his chair fly backwards as he stood up. Zero had managed to get himself into a corner, body convulsing as he banged his head against the wall behind him, those chilling screams spewing from his mouth that looked like it was dripping blood.
Long fingers pressed the small red button on the doctor's desk, sounding the alarms. Red lights flashed as he hurriedly made his way over to Zero's door, swiping his key-card into a slot. The steel door slid open with a hiss, and he darted inside, immediately rushing to the orange head's side. Leaning forward, he pressed his fingers against the young man's neck, checking his pulse only to frown at how rapid it was. Up close, he could tell Zero had bit into his bottom lip, which accounted for the blood, but he didn't know what had made the kid freak out.
As soon as he'd touched Zero, the patient had gone still, the only sounds coming from him a few soft whimpers. Lifting the other's chin up, Kisuke flitted a small flashlight over the other's eyes, noting how dilated they looked, along with their off color. Instead of that warm brown, cold metallic gold stared back at him.
"Ichigo? Can you hear me?" Kisuke questioned hesitantly as he lowered the flashlight, grabbing a cloth from the pocket in his lab-coat to try and wipe some of the blood away from the other's chin.
"King's not here right now."
Kisuke paused at the distorted voice that came forth when the orange head moved his mouth, his brows furrowing. That wasn't Ichigo's voice. Even though the orange head rarely spoke, he'd remember if it sounded so evil, so cruel.
"Oh? And who are you?" He questioned, starting to get an inkling to what was happening to the orange head. Zero lifted his head, resting it against the padding as an insane grin curled onto his lips.
"Me, doc? Well I'm your worst nightmare."