Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
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Reiko Hisoka hated feeling helpless.
She hated it more than anything else in the world.
She hated feeling weak. She hated feeling fragile. She hated feeling scared.
She was only seven years old. She watched as her step father struck down her mother, she watched the crimson trail of blood drip from her mother's cracked lips. The man grabbed her mother's throat, lifting her high in the air, before slamming her back down again.
"Ma!"
The man-no, the monster looked up at her, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a disgusting smirk. He released the woman below him and stalked toward her.
"Come here, love."
The girl took a step back, wide eyes flickering from the man to her injured mother. She had never been so afraid in her life. Sweat ran down her temple, her breathing quickened, and she began trembling. He was drunk.
"What? Are you going to cry?"
Reiko shook her head violently, red hair flipping wildly in fright. Despite this, the tears began falling. The salty liquid pooled heavily from her crystal blues, clouding her vision. This only terrified her more, she was alone with a madman, and now she couldn't even see. Reiko clutched her chest, her breathing ragged. She choked violently on the air, desperately trying to steady her hyperventilating.
"Idiot, girl," the man sneered. He brought back his hand, as if about to strike her, and Reiko screamed. She screamed so loud that her ears popped, and her throat went raw and hoarse.
The man winched and growled angrily, clutching his head into his hands. In a drunken rage, he lashed out at her, his fist crashing into the side of her tiny head. Reiko saw stars and fell backwards. She lay there.
Her step father suddenly stopped, his gaze traveling lower. Reiko's eyes followed, dazed.
Hot liquid trailed between her legs, dampening her skirt. The smell, made her nose twitch in disgust. She had urinated on herself. She had peed on herself.
The man threw his head back, a shrill laugh bellowing throughout their poor, damaged home. Reiko's tears only fell harder, her cries escalating to gross uncontrollable sobbing. The terror and embarrassment was just too much for her, and she collapsed on the ground, exhausted.
"Reiko…"
Her mother watched helplessly from where she lay, tears filling her eyes.
"SHUT UP!" The man screamed, turning briefly to address the woman before returning his attention back to the girl in front of him. His gaze traveled lower, his eyes glazed with sinister intent. He grabbed the girl by her arm, hoisting her up harshly.
"You disgusting little shit," his eyes darted to her undergarments "We should get you cleaned up, yeah?"
He practically ripped the dress from the child's small frame, and she screamed again.
"REIKO! No, leave her alone! Please…Please!"
But he didn't listen. He stripped the child and unbuckled his pants.
And after that night, she vowed that she'd never let it happen again.
-o-
Her step father died a few years after that, and she had rejoiced.
Reiko shut her eyes tightly at the memory, her fists clenching. She felt a sudden vibration in her pocket and pulled out her cell phone.
"I'm meeting up with Daisuke later…
Can you come with me?
-From Hisana"
Hisana…
Reiko smiled at the thought of her little raven haired friend.
The two had met in middle school, eighth grade to be exact. Reiko had been chatting with her group of friends. They weren't your typical girls that discussed boys and makeup, none of that stupid shit. Reiko and her group were tough. They discussed sports, wrestling, gymnastics… Her group could give anyone a run for their money. They weren't bullies per say but they delivered a clear message that they weren't to be fucked with.
Reiko had been roaming the hallways one day, the bell had long sense range, but she didn't care.
As she was rounding the corner, she froze. In front of her were three teenage boys. They had cornered a petite girl against the lockers, one of them was holding onto her wrists, and he had a knee placed between her legs. Another of the three had grabbed onto the girl's chest, ignoring her shouts. Reiko caught a glimpse of the girl's face, her eyes widening. Tears. She was crying, and was shaking violently.
"P-please…l-leave me alone." she whispered, and the boys only laughed. They only laughed.
And Reiko saw red. Without a second thought she lunged herself into the fray, ripping away the boy that had been pinning the girl. He let out a startled cry at the unexpected shove and fell backwards. Reiko took the opportunity to jump on top of him, effectively pinning him with her legs.
The other two delinquents took off in fright, leaving their victim to slump to the ground. Reiko couldn't control herself. She pulled back her fist, rage blinding her crazed blue eyes.
And she punched him. She punched him again and again until her fists were covered with his blood. Her knuckles cracked, bone crushing under the sheer force of her strikes. Teachers and students alike emerged from their classrooms, startled by the commotion. Everyone was screaming around her, telling her to stop, pleading for her to stop. The boy had by now gone limp, the skin underneath his eyes blackened, and the sickening crunch of his teeth sounded through the halls. But Reiko didn't listen, rage coursed through her blood and the girl screamed savagely into the air, tears cascading down her cheeks, mixing with the crimson splatters that decorated her face.
And then she was pulled away. Thick puddles of blood covered the floor, the lockers, the walls… Reiko was dragged to the office, but not before her eyes locked with the girl she had saved. An indescribable feeling shot through her, and her emotions raced. The urge to protect became overwhelming as she stared into the tiny girl's thankful, amethyst eyes.
And a forever lasting bond was formed that day.
I'll do whatever it takes to protect you,
Hisana…
-o-
"So you're Daisuke Fumio."
Said boy smiled kindly, reaching out his hand in a friendly attempt.
Reiko stared at it, distrusting. She narrowed her eyes, looking the boy up and down. He didn't seem like a pervert. He also didn't seem like a delinquent either. He had blond hair, and was dressed in a nice ironed dress shirt and tie with a pair of dark colored skinny jeans. The atmosphere of the Sushi restaurant was tense and awkward. Hisana sat nervously and helplessly between the two.
"Is your hair naturally that color or…"
"Reiko!"
Reiko grinned, glancing over at Hisana, whose cheeks were decorated with a lovely blush.
Daisuke wasn't at all offended though. He chuckled, his grey eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Yeah, is yours?"
Reiko crossed her arms and pouted.
"Duh!"
They all laughed, thankful for the lessening tension and lightening atmosphere.
Reiko dropped her serious façade and smiled genuinely.
"I had to check you out first to see if you were eligible enough to date my, Hisa."
Hisana nearly choked on her water.
Daisuke smirked, casting Hisana a glance.
"Your Hisa? You two must be pretty close."
The blond smiled fondly at Hisana, who only lowered her head, nervous to meet his gaze. She was thankful for Reiko being there, but did she have to be so…so…rude? Reiko had always been blunt and overprotective of her she supposed.
"You bet, blondie." Reiko said, crossing her arms over her chest with an intimidating pose, her eyes however, were playful. "Just make sure you take good care of my Hisa," she leaned towards him slowly "Cause if you don't, I'll cut off your genitals."
Hisana spit out her water.
"No seriously. I mean it."
Daisuke laughed loudly, the noise feeling the quiet restaurant. The blond held his hands in the air and nodded.
"I'll take good care of her, ma'am."
Reiko nodded curtly, as if satisfied with his answer before she leaned down to ruffle her friend's long black locks.
"Have fun!" she whispered into Hisana's ear, and then in a second she was out the door.
When Reiko departed Hisana slid down in her seat, nervous, embarrassed and ready to disappear.
"Your friend seems…nice."
She nodded slowly.
"Y-Yeah…" Hisana chuckled, her eyes staring off into the distance "She's something isn't she?"
The rest of the night however, went surprisingly well. Hisana found herself opening up to Daisuke who she found was quite easy to talk to. He was interested in sports; soccer being one of his favorites. Hisana also liked soccer, and had attempted to play it on a few occasions. She often found herself getting injured somehow though.
"Oh come on!" he'd exclaimed "You can't be bad at every sport, Hisana."
"No really I am!" she laughed "It's like my face is a ball magnet or something!"
"No way," Daisuke said before he was shot an angry glare from one of the restaurant owners. She put a finger to her lips and shushed him. "I guess we were being too loud." he whispered.
Hisana glanced up and she indeed noticed that the other occupants of the establishment were glaring at them. She ducked, embarrassed, after all it wasn't like her to make noise.
Daisuke grinned mischievously at her, causing Hisana to giggle.
"C'mon, let's go." he took her petite hand in his larger one and the pair quickly ushered out of the door.
"I can see why they're angry," she laughed "After all, we didn't even order anything! We just talked for two hours."
They laughed again and started down the sidewall towards Hisana's house. By now the sky was dark and the wind whistled angrily around the pair, causing them to huddle closer together for warmth. They're footsteps matched together in a steady rhythm as they made their way down the pebbled pathway.
"Hisana, don't you ever get scared living up here? I mean, you don't even live in the city, you basically live in the middle of the woods."
Hisana sighed sadly.
"Yes…a bit." she said quietly, "But it was the only place I could afford," her mind suddenly began replaying all the creepy occurrences that happened in her lonely apartment. Though the strange events didn't happen often, they were unsettling, and left the girl on edge.
Diasuke opened his mouth as if to suggest something, but quickly closed it, a thin shade of red covering his cheeks.
"If you uh, ever need anything, Hisana, let me know, okay…? I-If you want."
Hisana smiled up at the blond haired boy, giggling at his sudden shyness. When they neared the porch of her home, she turned back to him.
"I'll take you up on it."
-o-
"N-no please, I…"
"Shhh…"
"But, Byaku-!"
The burning pressure increased in her abdomen, causing her to her cry out in ecstasy. Her raven hair spilled over his pillow and her back arched beneath him. She rocked into him, tears forming in her eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Cum for me...Hisana,"
Hisana bolted upright, her amethyst colored eyes wide. The petite girl moaned and turned over in her bed.
Again…
Lately she had been having dreams, horribly graphic dreams that left her blushing crimson with soaked panties in the morning.
Hisana held her face in her hands, embarrassed with her behavior. She had never had such dreams before. Why were they happening now? She'd noticed that she always seemed to dream about the same person. All she could make out was that she dreamt of a tall man with dark hair…and she always seemed to be…
Hisana shook her head wildly, trying to clear the unclean thoughts from her head. Hisana was the definition of innocence. She'd never had sex, never been kissed, hell, she'd never even hugged a guy before. The closest she's ever been to intimacy was by holding hands. And that was with Daisuke.
"Don't cry," she whispered to herself. She could feel the tears threatening to fall and she shut her eyes tightly. She felt embarrassed, ashamed, and dirty. She tried to ignore the dampness between her legs, but that pleasant feeling still lingered in her abdomen.
She moaned again involuntarily and crawled out of her bed and headed to bathroom. She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower, a sigh of relief escaping her flushed lips.
She let the soothing water run down her body and began to watch herself, riding her body of sweat and impurities.
When she was finished Hisana climbed out of the shower, brushed her teeth and dressed in a loose fitting tank and sweatpants.
"No classes today," she hummed quietly to herself as she went to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She pulled a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and grabbed a bowl and spoon from the dish rack. She poured the flaky cereal into the mixture and sat at her tiny dining room table.
Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps and felt a cool breeze pass by her. She shivered and looked up, her eyes darting frantically around the room.
She might really have to take Daisuke up on that offer.