"I don't want any." He groaned, speaking as if his voice had been strained.
"Are you feeling well?" She asked, placing a hand on his forehead. It felt rather warm, as sweat was forming near his hair. "You have a fever."
"You're cold, so if yous lay on me with no clothes ma fever will lower." He said, seductively in a groan. Ichigo's face went red in both embarrassment and anger, as she placed her arms in front of her chest, crossing them. He may be sick, but well enough to make perverted jokes.
"No," she hissed, in a monotone as if she were commanding a dog. "I'll put a cloth on your forehead."
"That no fun, kitten!" He complained, rolling unto his back. "I like how you play hard to get but you ain't resistin' forever. Soon you will cave."
"Why don't you force me if you want it that badly." She asked, as she sighed. "After all, you did kidnap me because you wanted a concubine."
"That no fun either." He explained, turning his head towards her, winking at her. "It better when she enjoys it that way she calls my name." He smiled, as Ichigo's face turned red again. "Yer thinkin' of zat Masaya guy. Forget him, you're mine!"
"I'm not yours!" She yelled, marching out of the room, slamming the door behind her in an instant. Dashing up the stairs, she ran unconsciously, rushing towards one of the lifeboats. She kneeled down on the side of the boat, huffing while tears ran down her face, whispering, "Masaya, where are you?" It had been three weeks since she had been on this ship and each day she missed Masaya more. She missed his smile the most, but how he was so kind and gentle, unlike most of the crew. The only man who even showed that he cared for her was the man who kidnapped her, and now he has a fever. "A fever," she thought to herself.
"If he dies then the crew would go after me!" She spoke out loud, as the tears stopped dripping down her face and her sorrow was replaced by determination.
"You're more beautiful when you cry, hot stuff." A raspy voice commented in a flirtatious tone.
Ichigo turned around, crossing her eyebrows in anger, screaming, "Like I'd fuck you!"
"Sweet, a feisty one! The captain is a lucky one but I'm not gonna let em have all the fun." The man answered, with a smirk on his face, holding a dagger. He was a different man, one she hadn't seen before, but she wasn't going to let this guy push her around.
He went for her wrist but she quickly darted it away, moving to the side. Swinging his dagger at her he aimed at her stomach, but she placed her arm in front blocking it. The blade stung, but she felt no pain for the pit of her stomach was filled with adrenaline. She grabbed the blade, feeling it pierce through her fingers. Tightening her grip on it she pulled the dagger towards her using all of her strength. He let go with his face filled with rage as he began to growl. He jumped onto her, causing her to fall backwards into the boat. Digging his nails into her wrist he tried to hold her in place, but she kicked his stomach, pushing him unto his back. She pounced on him, slashing the dagger gently against the side of his stomach, enough to cause him to scream in pain. He dragged himself out of the boat, sprinting unto the other direction. Taking a deep breath, she calmed down, dropping the dagger. The pain in her arm and hand started to throb as blood dripped down.
"You sure are violent." A familiar voice added. "Didn't your mother tell you not to play with knives?"
She looked up in the direction of the voice as the rage inside of her began to increase again. His blue eyes were different this time, not full of lust like the last time she had seen him. Turning her body away she growled and shuffled towards the pulley, yelling, "Go away!"
"You're hurt let me help you." He said, in a calm tone, but the words "help you" didn't seem comforting.
"I don't need your help because I know that you want my body in return." She hissed, putting her hands unto the rope. Pulling unto the rope she used most of her strength, but it barely moved. Her arms felt tight as the pain swelled on the right and bloody side. Tears ran down her face as she cried, "I have to save the captain, he has a fever." She heard a squeak as the other side behind her was descending. Turning around she saw the man pulling the other rope, aiding her.
"You love the captain, don't you?" He asked, halting his pulling, and swung his legs around to face her. "He must be good if you're trying your best to keep him alive."
"I don't love him, I just trust him the most." She replied, hostilely while her cheeks turned pink. "I don't know if he is good because we've never 'done it.' Didn't I tell you to go away?"
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to her, saying, "Here take this, you're bleeding."
"I'm fine, mister!" She grumbled, snatching the handkerchief with her left hand. Instead of using it on her wound she held unto it, placing her arms to her side. "I'm using this for Quiche since I don't have a cloth for him."
"I have a name you know." He added, crawling beside her, pulling the rope closest to her. "It's Pie." He spoke, continuing to pull. "Wait, don't call me that. Since it's been three weeks and you haven't satisfied him, I presume he is going to dump you into sea, so might as well tell you my real name. It's Ryo. I tell the captain's concubine one of the crew man's name, that way when she cheats on him she will tell him it was with another man and not me."
"Dump me into the sea?" She questioned in a confusing tone, yet fearfully. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, if the woman doesn't satisfy him he dumps her into the sea." He explained, moving towards the other side, lowering the boat. "This should be low enough for you to reach."
She shuffled her body towards the edge, moving her arm out of the boat, brushing the cloth into the water using the side that wasn't bleeding. It felt cold, causing her to startle and dart the handkerchief out of the water. As soon as she sat into her seat Ryo pulled on the rope the other way, elevating the boat.
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I throw them into the sea because they sleep with other man
"The water is freezing cold and it's noon." She thought to herself as she starred at the cloth which shook in her trembling hand.
"Aren't you getting out?" Ryo asked, waving his hand in front of her face. Ichigo blinked, looking up. They were up and leveled with the deck, something she hadn't noticed. "Quiche," she whispered, causing her to race out of the boat, spiriting into the room.
"I have no choice if I want to live." She told herself, making her way to the door. Turning the knob she slowly opened the door, as blood dripped unto the floor. He was sitting up eating the soup she made for him. Closing the door behind her she paced herself to the bed. As soon as he saw her arm he pushed the soup aside with a concerned look on his face, demanding, "What happened?"
"I'm such a klutz I cut myself cooking." She giggled, walking towards the side of the bed. "Here is a cloth for your forehead," she offered, holding it on his forehead. Telling the truth would defiantly be suicide. Even though she prevented the crewmember from doing anything she knew she would be to blame for inciting him.
"Here, have this." He suggested, pulling his shirt towards his shoulders. Ichigo let go of the cloth for a second, allowing him to take his shirt off. Ripping the shirt in half he wrapped on half around her arm and the other around her palm.
"Thanks," she smiled, as he placed a hand above hers. "Why didn't you wait until the soup cooled down?"
"I'm awake and hungry." He replied, giving her hand a squeeze. "Besides, I like yer cookin'."
"Are you feeling better?" She asked, in a cheerful tone. "I'll stay with you all day if I have to in order to make sure you're feeling well."
"You better not," He informed, letting go of her hand. "I don't want you to get sick."
"You have a fever and you could die!" She added, moving the cloth towards his chest. "If you're dying than I am too."
"I'm not gonna die." He answered, rolling his eyes. "I don't want you to get sick and die on me."
"Really," she blurted out, while her cheeks started to turn pink, dropping the cloth. He nodded in response as she began to smile.
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"I guess now is the time." She thought to herself, untying the apron she wore around her waist.
"Quiche, remember you said that you wanted me to lower your fever by laying near you?" She stuttered, biting her lip. "Well… uh… I guess I'll do that since it would make you happy."
"I was joking, but if you insist." He smiled, placing his hands around her waist. Ichigo struggled taking the apron off as a tear started to fall from her eye. "Why am I crying," her mind told her as her hands began to shake.
"I CAN'T DO IT!" She cried out, stepping from him, while turning away from him. "Dump me into the sea, I just can't do it."
"Do what?" He questioned, in a confusing tone. "A beautiful woman isn't supposed to be in tears."
"I can't… satisfy you." She wept, wiping the tears with the side of her hand. "I'm useless to you, so dump me now!"
"I'm not going to throw you into the sea if it's going to make you cry!" He shouted, reaching for her hand, grabbing unto it. "Stop crying!"
Ichigo obeyed, halting her tears as she turned around with her eyes puffy and her cheeks red. Maybe he didn't rape his women because he can't stand a woman's tears, but why is she even on his ship? Maybe he wanted someone to cook for him and sex was a bonus.
"I have a bargain." He informed, patting a space beside him, motioning for her to sit. "You don't cry and I won't touch you but I can still kiss you. Agreed?"
She sat on the space, while he put an arm around her shoulder, holding her against his warm body. Looking up at him she gave a smile, saying, "Agreed."
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AN: Back then, a woman was to be blamed if she was raped. Thanks for reading everyone, and thanks for the reviews. Please give some suggestions/comments, particularly in writing style, because they will help make future chapters. I like reading reviews because feedback, positive and negative, helps me deside how many chapters I should do.