A tear rolled down Ichigo's cheek. He refused to give in to his Hollow's abusive lovemaking, but god he was having such a hard time sticking to his resolve. Ichigo's arm was numb; he couldn't feel his right foot and his entire right leg throbbed in pain. But despite all that he could feel it between his legs… it mocked his dignity, which was odd since most boys his age called it their pride. Fuck that, right now he couldn't have hated himself more.
He was hard and throbbing. His inner hollow – god it was so wrong – had him bleeding half to death, most of his limbs broken beyond repair, and yet he was submissively erect to the monster's touch.
What in god's name was wrong with him?
"You little slut." Shirosaki scolded, but his face was nothing far from amused. "You're such a whore Ichigo, a very bad boy. And boys like you deserve to be punished…"
"N-No!" Ichigo yelped. He couldn't help it, he was desperate. He wanted this to stop. Ichigo just couldn't take it anymore!
"No?" Shirosaki questioned. "Is that what I heard from you? Are you sure you wanna say that…?"
Ichigo pushed Shiro away. "Get off me!"
Big. Mistake.
Shirosaki growled. It wasn't a husky sign of dominance, it was a full on animalistic growl. He took hold of Ichigo's arms, right where he slit the skin, and squeezed. Ichigo screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks as pain shot through his body. He was silenced with a kiss, a hot, territory claiming kiss. Shirosaki ground his own, large arousal against Ichigo's, the teen moaning out in pain and in pleasure.
"Stop!"
"Say it again!" Shirosaki ordered. His voice cracked from the pain of heartache, but still he pushed on. "Again Ichigo, I dare you, keep going. See if I care!"
Shirosaki turned Ichigo around onto his stomach. He tied Ichigo's hands with the black bandages from his white Zangetsu and, placing a dark kiss on Ichigo's back, proceeded to slap Ichigo's rear end.
"Ah!" Ichigo yelped in shock. He attempted to inch away from Shirosaki, but the Hollow wrapped his arm around Ichigo's waist and pulled him back over.
"You're not getting away!" Shirosaki screamed in anguish. "You're not leaving until you submit to me! Tell me you love me, Ichigo!"
Ichigo's eyes widened in shock, tears momentarily pausing their downpour. What did Shirosaki just say…? Why… why did he sound so pained? These thoughts vanished as soon as Ichigo's ass was struck again, sending a spark of pain and sickening pleasure up Ichigo's sore spine.
"You think I don't have a heart? You think I do this all for myself? All I wanted was… I wanted to-"
Everything around Ichigo vanished in a furious flash of white. He sat up, no longer in his inner world, but now back in Mayuri's lab. He slowly looked around, curious as to what exactly happened. Did Shirosaki give control back to him? No, he wouldn't do that, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted… So then, what happened?
"I see you're awake," Mayuri spoke, interrupting Ichigo's thoughts.
Ichigo turned to face the mad scientist. There was no smile on Mayuri's lips; no murderous intent in his eyes, and there was absolutely no sense of curiosity coming from Mayuri's being at all.
"What happened…?" Ichigo tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse.
"Here." Nemu said softly from his other side. She handed him a glass of water, which Ichigo took time to analyze before drinking.
"Thank you." He said after consuming the contents of the glass. He turned back to Mayuri. "What's going on?"
"You wished for you inner hollow to be removed, and I did as you requested." Mayuri stepped aside revealing a large cylinder tube. The figure floating inside was none other than Shirosaki. His shirt was removed, but his hakama remained. He floated with a sort-of grace in the center of the green water, his eyes were closed and his hair hovered around like a jellyfish.
Ichigo swallowed the gathered saliva in his mouth. He observed the wires running from his hollow's torso and up to god knows where. "What are you going to do with him?"
"Does it matter?" Mayuri asked. "He's gone from your body, and you no longer have to worry about him. You got what you wanted, now go."
Ichigo looked away from Shirosaki. He slid his legs over the edge of the table, fixing his Shinigami robes as he stood. He left without a second thought, taking Zangetsu and vanishing from these barracks.
Moments later, Shirosaki's eyes snapped open. He pounded against the glass, frowning when it seemed he was too weak in this condition to even scratch it. Shirosaki could sense Ichigo's Spiritual Pressure go further and further away, until there was almost nothing left of his King's presence.
Mayuri then invaded his vision, waving a few sheets of paper in front of his face. "Hello Kurosaki Ichigo's inner hollow, so nice to finally meet the source of that magnificent power Ichigo possesses. I am positive that you already know who I am, however you may be experiencing some amnesia whilst being separated from your other half so I'll remind you. I am Mayuri Kurotsuchi, you're new owner, or master, or whatever it is you wish to call me, since Ichigo has given you away. I am going to ask you some questions and the quicker you answer the quicker we can get into the better parts of this situation."
Shirosaki glared coldly at the 'man' in front of him. His hands twitched for his sword. Oh how he wished he could slaughter this man in front of him. He'd leave him unrecognizable then proceed in hunting down Ichigo and finishing what he'd started already.
However, seeing as how it seemed impossible to get out of this situation, he could only sit and pray that the worst had already passed…
Three Weeks Later…
Ichigo yawned and lay back against his bed. He felt relaxed and carefree. His head once again belonged to himself, there was no longer the fear of anyone trying to take control of his soul, and he could finally sleep without getting bombarded with images of his inner hollow.
"Finally…" Ichigo sighed blissfully. He wrapped his hands around the back of his head and, smiling, fell asleep quickly.
"He… me."
Ichigo shifted to his side.
"…ng, pl… I know… …ear me."
Ichigo buried his face under his pillow. He was only dreaming, just a nightmare.
"…ing, can you… me? Please… I need you."
Ichigo fisted the sheets beneath him. His heart hammered in his chest as he began to recognize the voice calling out to him as a threat.
"King!" Shirosaki screamed. "Please! Ichigo I know you can hear me!" A cry of pure pain inflicted fear. "I need you, bastard, do you hear me? PLEASE ICHIGO! DON'T ABANDON ME!"
Ichigo sat up in bed, the morning's sun rays blinding him momentarily. He panted heavily, though he could not remember dreaming. However, he knew exactly why he was acting this way. Shirosaki was calling on him for help, but the question was, did Ichigo believe Shirosaki deserved to be rescued?
This chapter was kinda crappy if you ask me.
Howaito: Yeah, an' who asked ya?
Shut up Howaito! Go bug Ichigo!
Howaito: With pleasure~!
Ichigo: HELP ME.
Review pwease? Or Howaito may actually end up killing the poor strawberry before the next chapter starts.
Howaito: *beating Ichigo with a sausage*
Then again… o-o
