A/N: Okay, we're getting close to the end guys! (brings out a button that creates a disappointed crowd sound)
Hichigo: See, you even need buttons to do it.
…I am really sick of you. I haven't had any chocolate, so leave me alone dude.
Hichigo: The authoress owns nothing except for the things mentioned in the previous chapters' disclaimers, etc etc etc…Rated M for reasons, so if you can't understand that, don't read it.
Ugh… Mondays…
Hurt - Chapter 7: Back To School… Or Not
Monday Morning's sunlight shone in Ichimaru Gin's face, waking him up before being covered by clouds again. His blanket slipped off of him as he sat up, and the temperature immediately dropped. He shivered and put it over his shoulders, keeping his now visible breath under the blanket as well to keep warm. "Aizen!" He yelled at his bunkmate, voice shaking with the cold as well.
"Just lie back down, maybe we won't have to go to school." The mentioned mumbled, sinking deeper into his little blanket cocoon. "Aren't you tired? Remember what we did yesterday? Sheesh…"
"Broke into the Kuchiki Manor?"
"Yes. It was tiring. Now go back to sleep."
"I'm sure there's hot tea in the dining room."
"I'm up." As soon as this was said, Aizen's feet were on the floor and halfway to the door. "Persimmons." Usually, the thought of the red fruit would make him hungry, but instead, Gin's thoughts trailed to Ame, who was seemingly drugged on them. Aizen looked at him, confused as to why he hadn't jumped out of bed with his stomach growling. "Ichimaru?"
The argent-haired boy was silent for a while before he looked out the window, observing the year's first snowfall. "Do you think Ame will be at school?"
"I don't know. You won't find out unless you get up, will you?"
"Right. Wake up, Tousen!" The mentioned was then hit with a pillow, but had yet to move. "…Did he freeze to death?"
"No, he's just a heavy sleeper, remember? You new here?" Aizen chuckled as he pulled Kaname off the bed and followed the now up and walking Gin to the kitchen, dragging their friend across the floor.
"Ow!" The dark-skinned teenager whined when his head hit the staircase as Sousuke dragged him down it. "What's going - ow! - on?"
"Monday morning."
"Oh."
As Aizen had hoped, there was, in fact, warm tea waiting for him. Gin, however, quickly ate breakfast before running upstairs to change. "I hope she's at school…" He said out loud. "But after yesterday, should she be..?"
"Ichimaru…Help me…"
He stood there with his school shirt on, but not buttoned, Ame's voice resounding in his head for a while. While he liked how she wanted him to help her, it hurt to hear her voice so pained. He lingered on it long enough for it to turn to her normal, faked happy voice before he remembered her father's words.
"She was perfectly fine when I left, and there is no way that she could become this severe in that small amount of time without someone provoking her."
"All we were doing was helping her… Was it really our fault..?" He wondered out loud. He looked over at the window, but as soon as he did, a hand that had skin that matched the color of the snow outside tapped on it, causing the vermillion-eyed boy to fall backward and scramble back a little.
"Ichimaru, Aizen, somebody, let me in already!" The voice of Yoru Warui yelled. Gin sighed in relief when it was just Yoru, and buttoned up his shirt before opening the window for him. The snow-white skinned boy pulled himself up, and Ichimaru helped him through the two story window. "Thank god… Wha' ah yah guys doin' in 'ere? Ah hit th' window like, five time, Ah'm surprised th' ol' lady didn' fin' me…"
"Sorry. We went downstairs as soon as we woke up, so…"
"Ah."
The silver-haired boy grabbed his school bag before turning back to Yoru. "Why'd you come back here? You usually do your best to stay away."
"Afta' 3 weeks without eatin' anything', yah get desperate."
Gin nodded, his mind registering this as familiar. "Right, your every-3-weeks meal. Why don't you just stay here?"
"'Cause… This place makes me feel 'elpless."
"And starving doesn't?"
"Nah."
The argent-haired boy chuckled, shaking his head at the mysterious thought patterns of Yoru Warui before his almost never-ending smile faded. "Did you see Ame on your way here?"
"Yih, an' ah cain't believe 'e's gon' let 'er go t' school! She ain't gon' las' very long, ah can tell yah tha'."
Gin's vermillion eyes opened slightly and looked over at the yellow-eyed teenager. "You're right. Come on. I'll buy you lunch at school."
"Nah we're talkin' food! But firs' we gotta make sure Ame's gon' be alrigh'."
…Later, In Urahara-sensei's class…
"Alright, I hope you all got your homework done!" The vibrant teacher exclaimed, leaning forward on his desk. "Except for you, Kuchiki-san. You have an excuse." The addressed Kuchiki was simply sitting at her desk, writing her little fingers off with a blank expression on her face. She nodded in response without ceasing to do so.
"Rape ain't an excuse!" "It probably wasn't even rape anyways!" "Rich-ass bitch just wants more attention!"
That's the last thing I want… She thought to herself, tears streaming down her face as the other students continued to protest. Gin, who was sitting in the back of the room. Gripped his pencil and the side of the desk as his smile faded into a scowl. However, Urahara-sensei soon made it return.
"Ow!" "Hey!" "What the f- ow! Okay!"
The blond teacher smirked as he watched his rude students shut up and rub their heads after they were hit with a fan. Once he was sure they would be silent, he went back to the front of the classroom and infront of Ame's desk. "Are you alright, Ame-chan? I know words hurt, but you don't have to pay attention to these assholes." He said, smiling goofily as usual.
A small smile appeared on Ame's mouth as she relaxed a little and looked up, her eyes still blank and seemingly lifeless. "Yes, sensei…" She replied.
"Now, then. You have the most beautiful literature in this class only rivaled by Ichimaru-san. Would it be too much to ask for you to share your poem if you wrote it?"
She looked back down and almost hit herself in the face for forgetting. "I'm sorry, sensei, I didn't do it…"
Ruffling the black hair of the Kuchiki child, the goofy teacher went back to his desk and sighed. "The less poems we hear, the faster we have to read the textbook… Any volunteers yet?"
Gin sighed and stood up, looking through his binder to find his. "I'll do it, sensei…" He said.
"Thank you, Ichimaru-san! Go on."
Ame, hearing Gin's voice and name, looked to the back of the classroom where he was. "Oh, hey, she found a new target!" "Watch out, Ichimaru!" The other classmates laughed.
These comments, of course, hit Ame's nervous system hard. "No, I… I never did anything…" She tried to explain, but they all started laughing at her again, causing her to feel alone and abused again. No one will listen to me…Am I really not worth listening to? Should I just.. She thought, putting her hands over her ears to block them out. …die?
Blood flowed out of the corners of her mouth as her nervous system rushed around trying to keep itself from breaking down, and she began to cough it up in splashes, her insides crumbling and coming up with the blood as everyone began to look a whole lot like they wanted to kill her, and there was Nnoitra, standing behind Gin with a knife in his hand. The blood in her mouth spilled onto her clothes as she fell out of the chair and crawled backwards. "Oh shit!" "Stay away from her!" "That's disgusting!"
"Ame!" Gin exclaimed as he ran over to her, only to be pushed away and trip backwards over the chair. He sat up and ignored the bleeding part of the back of his head as he looked at her eyes. The life was back in them, but she looked afraid of everything and anything. "Ame, calm down, it's just me. What's wrong?"
He got no answer besides a book being thrown at him which he didn't even bother dodging. "Ichimaru-san, get her to the nurse. Since being hit doesn't bother you, it shouldn't be a problem, go!" Urahara-sensei said, looking at his students worriedly.
"Yes, sensei!" The addressed replied, getting up and walking over to his hallucinating classmate, picking her up and running out of the classroom. A bloody hand collided with his face, but he ignored it and continued towards the nurse's office.
This wasn't anything like how it was in Ame's mind. When she looked up at Gin, his look of affection and concern appeared to be intent to murder, and his eyes were wide open instead of halfway like they really were. While both hands were being used to carry her, she saw one of them as digging a knife into her ribcage, being the cause of the blood coming up from her throat. Why is he hurting me now..? Was I right not to trust him..? What had I ever done to him..? She asked herself as her vision got blurry. She struggled to get out of his arms, but failed miserably, and her limbs went limp as her vision disappeared altogether.
Gin knelt down and leaned her against the wall when he noticed her head tilt back and that she had stopped struggling, and pulled out his cell phone to get an ambulance. He knew the nurse's office wouldn't cut it.
A/N: Okay! So, who's ready to know what happens? Sorry, it might take a while. My DSL box was fried. Grr…
Hichigo: THERE IS A GOD! YOU KEPT HER FROM SHARING THESE MONSTROSITIES!
(bitch slaps) I really hate you. (sighs) Read and Review, s'il vous plait.
