Disclaimer- I do not own Bleach. I just own Shizuko, Teru, Shunka, Kanashim, and the twins….
WARNING!! Mature content ahead!
9. Memories
Shizuko lay limply on the hard floor of her new home. She couldn't will herself to move. After nearly an hour of bawling, she was extremely weak. She didn't even have the energy to move her head so that it wasn't in her puddle of tears. An entire year of her life felt as though it were wasted under the control of some sick minded dictator. Deep down she still felt tied to him, like her very being had been branded with his mark. Kenpachi came to her mind. How could do this to him? She'd given herself to him and slept in the protection of his arms last night, but he had to watch her weep over a man that he despised.
It was then she heard the knocking. It started as one loud rap every few seconds. There was a pause. The rhythm sped up and persisted until it sounded almost as though there was one continuous noise. It came to an abrupt stop. She'd hoped they'd decided to leave her in peace, but to her dismay she heard the door slide open. Closing her eyes and smirking slightly she sighed. She could only imagine how she looked laying in the floor, her hair matted to her face.
"Shizuko!" Kenpachi's voice rasped in shock. The next thing she knew, she was in his lap with one of his arms supporting her back and the other searching for any signs of injury, "what the hell happened?"
She smiled at his concern, she did not deserve it. Silently, she reached up to his face with one hand and cupped his cheek to quiet him. His eyes searched hers frantically.
"I'm sorry," she croaked. Her voice was hoarse from crying.
"Why?" he asked. His brows drew together in confusion.
"You must think I'm such a whore…"
"You're wrong there," he growled. He pulled her to sit so she was straddling his lap, his face barely inches from hers, "a whore wouldn't be as tore up as you are. She wouldn't care who she fucked. She wouldn't be sorry."
"Thank you," she whispered. And buried her head into his shoulder.
He simply held her for what felt like hours…it was exactly what both of them needed. His blood was still simmering from the initial shock of it all. His mind had raced to the way she'd acted the night before during her nightmare…what had he done to her? The possibilities were endless, only adding fuel to the fire.
"How in the hell did you meet him?" Kenpachi questioned on an exasperated sigh.
She turned her face outwards to where her head rested on his shoulder while she stared at the flame of the single candle that burned in the room, "at a café I was wasting some time at when I didn't have to work one night..." She told him as her mind drifted back to that life-altering night.
Shizuko sat with her legs crossed at a table in the outside seating area of a small coffee shop only two blocks down from Michigan Ave. Her overused copy of Sherlock Holmes was propped in her lap. It was a rather chilly night so she was bundled into a knit sweater, one of newest friends had made her. The streets were very empty for a Saturday night in Chicago. She cringed when she heard the cry of one of the dark monsters that had haunted her since childhood. Perhaps it wasn't a completely bad thing that the streets were rather deserted.
"Excuse me," A voice spoke from in front of her. She lifted her head to stare directly into a set of mesmerizing brown eyes, "Is this yours?"
Her gaze drifted to his out held hand to see the white envelope which contained her last two weeks payment. Her name was written plainly across the front.
"Yes!" she gasped and almost too quickly took it from him. "Thank you so much I thought I'd put it in my bag…here," she offered him a five out of her pocket.
"No," he declined politely. The smile he dashed her had heat pulsing through her veins. His bone structure gave him a regal air, thus only making him more appealing. "I simply returned what was yours."
"But if you hadn't I'd be on the streets after next week," she persisted.
"I'll tell you what, you let me sit here with you and walk you to your destination from here and we'll call it even," he proposed.
She felt herself blush, "alright," she nodded and bookmarked her place.
He sat down across from her, "So Miss Fon," he said, "where are you from?"
"Shizuko, please," she insisted, "I'm from Japan…I've been in the states for almost three weeks now."
"Your English is wonderful."
"Well thank you, but I would hope so considering I took it for twelve years of my life," she replied with a laugh, "what's your excuse?"
"My mother's from Pittsburg."
"Ah…"
"What are you 23? 24?"
"I'm 21…You?"
"Hn. Mid twenties…"
"How mid?"
"28…"
"Nice," she laughed again, "I believe 'late' is where that would classify. By the way, I don't believe I know your name…"
"Sousuke," he said simply as he moved a strand of hair out of his face.
"Well Sousuke, I can't help but wonder why an interesting man such as you would be here. I'm sure you have many other things you could be doing right now instead of hanging around a coffee shop."
"I should be asking you that question dear. Your only 21…most girls your age are at bars or clubs about now…"
"Well," she said shyly, his sly compliments made her feel important, "I work at a bar, so I'd rather not spend my spare time with anything remotely like one…"
He shot her a steady serious look, "Are you any type of exotic dancer?"
"No!" She gasped, "I'm just a bar maid," yet another blush blessed the skin of her face.
"Well that's much more comforting," Sousuke said leaning towards her, "a woman's body is a temple to be worshiped, not flaunted and violated."
Heat pulsed through her again.
"I hear bar maids make pretty good money," he said, "trying to pay for college?"
"No…I'm just trying to get by," she looked to the table, "I'm starting over."
"Ahh…so I take it you're running from something."
"My childhood…"
He looked to her empty cup, "are you done?"
"Yes," she answered.
She stood up after he did and soon fell into step beside him. She led him through the streets of the major city in the direction of her apartment.
"So," she began conversation, "What do you do?"
"I'm an investor," he said, "that's actually what brings me to this lovely city…I've found an investment that I have now clarified is very promising…"
"O-Oh…you don't live here?"
"Not yet. I plan to, however it would only be about every other weekend."
"I see…" they cut a corner towards a rather rough area. Sousuke put a hand on her shoulder bringing them both to a halt.
"How much farther this way do you live?"
"A straight two blocks," she replied confused as to his skeptical look.
"I really don't feel right leaving you alone in a place like this," he told her and slipped a protective arm around her. He pulled her in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To my place," he explained. She noticed him shoot a menacing glance at a shady character by an ally.
"But, I-we-you-" she stuttered.
"Please, I have an idea," he cut her off, "I realize we just met," her heart skidded, "but I feel a real connection to you. I've been all around the world and not once have I been this interested in a woman." She felt like her throat was constricting, but out of pure admiration, "I'm only here a couple times a month and I have a good apartment that will be empty most of the time. I propose that we could share this apartment. I'll pay for all the commodities," he put a finger to her lips when she went to protest, "you can pay be back by keeping it in good condition. That way you and I can see each other guaranteed when I'm in town and we both still get our space. If that's moving too fast I understand, but I really would like getting to know you either way…"
She took a deep breath. This man was amazing. He knew what he was talking about and was quite persuasive. Not to mention the way he made her insides jumble together and caused her mouth to go dry with just one simple look. His logic made perfect sense and she had been pretty lonely lately.
"Ok," she decided with a grin, "I'm all for it."
"Wonderful," he sighed, "you'll be grateful…"
"I was so stupid," she said in exasperation, "he was such a sweet talker and I fell for it…all of it…"
"it's not your fault," Kenpachi whispered, "you were afraid and lonely, all you wanted was someone to be there…"
She tightened her grip on him; he was what she wanted in that moment. Her entire being wanted to melt into him and allow him to protect her from the outside. She felt like he could some how understand her. She looked up at him; he was gazing into her eyes. Being led by what felt like an invisible magnetic force, she laid her lips upon his.
For Kenpachi, passion erupted, but he was sure to keep it in check. She needed him to support her…whoa…since when did he care about support? It was just puppy love, he told himself, it had to be. What was between the two of them was pure lust. He simply knew it. But hadn't she already been hurt by dishonesty once? He wanted her safe, so should he back off and let her move on? He brushed his fingers over her face; the smooth texture had him craving more. She was all he could ask for, the drive he felt for her rivaled that he felt for a good battle. Oh man, he was knee-deep in it.
She turned her head to nuzzle his neck and his brain hazed, she unknowingly had him in the palm of her hand; in that moment he would have killed for her. His hands tightened slightly, as he ravished her mouth. If he was damned, he would forget modesty altogether; but he knew very well he should not take advantage of an unprotected woman. Would she truly mean it if she allowed him access to her once more? Would he be able to look at her without shame if he took her while she was weak because of another man? No. he pulled away from her mouth and stood with her in his arms. She whimpered at the change of altitude and he calmed her with a simple kiss on the temple.
He slid the door to the bedroom open with his foot. He couldn't very well say it sat well with him, when he thought about Shizuko sleeping in the bed her old lover once did; but he also knew that she in no way would approve of him taking back to his own home. Therefore he came to the conclusion that he would stay in it with her. It was a warm night, so he decided that they would simply lie on top of the well pressed sheets and he'd tuck her in after she'd fallen asleep. He carefully laid down and let her rest on his chest. In that certain position she felt tiny. He ran his hand down her hair and enjoyed the rhythm of her breathing.
"Shizuko," he spoke quietly, "if it is not too much for you…I'd like to know when he started hurting you…"
She closed her eyes in recollection. It hurt to think about, but she knew if she got it off of her chest it would a little easier to deal with. And it wasn't as though he would know if she told, after all Sousuke was gone. She felt as though she needed to trust someone else, like if she didn't she'd simply implode from a curse of utter loneliness.
"It was about two months after we'd first started living together," she confided, "he'd actually been able to be around a lot more than he had first promised. Quite often he'd surprise me and stop by the bar late at night, it made me so happy. I guess looking back on it now, I was pretty damn stupid, but oh…he was so good to me in the beginning… he never pressured me for sex or anything I even slightly seemed uncomfortable with… he was perfect; until that cool Friday evening…" she fisted her hands into the fabric of his and held on as tight as she possibly could, "…I had just gotten out of the shower; he was due home within the hour and simply couldn't wait to see him. We had decided the night before he left that he and I were an official couple. It was planned to be a special night. I wrapped myself in the silk robe he'd bought me and walked into the bedroom, he was leaning against the door jab at the top of the staircase; blocking my only exit. He looked terribly angry…"
"S-Sousuke, you're home early?" she managed, confused as to his current expression.
"Is that a bad thing?" he growled and took a step toward her.
A shiver ran up her spine in fear. She backed up to keep the distance, her heart pounded. She was a frightened rabbit waiting for the snake to make its move, "no-I just," his advances weren't stopping, "I-don't-Sous-"
"Shizuko, darling," his voice was sickeningly sweet. To her dismay, her retreat was stopped short, when her back collided with a chest of drawers. He grasped her gently around the waist and leaned down so his mouth was right beside her ear. Her breath hitched in anticipation, but no words came. It was as though he was reveling in her utter fear.
"Y-Y-Yes?" she stuttered on a whisper.
His hands clenched, digging into her delicate skin through the thin robe that covered her. He pivoted to ram her against a wall she cried out in pain, "I got the feeling after our little talk you and I were exclusive." His voice was as smooth as velvet, as though he were having a normal conversation with any random person.
"We are!" she exclaimed. What could possibly be going on? What had she done wrong?
"Oh really?" he scoffed. Roughly he changes his grip to her forearm and practically dragged her down the stairs. Panic rattled her body when she missed her footing and fell hard on her side. Sousuke simply let her go, allowing her topple allow to the bottom. By that point in time it took everything within her not to moan in pain. All she knew was that she had to get away. Her brain registered that he was leisurely descending the steps. Thanks to all the training her parents had put her through she was able to mentally asses her injuries. She didn't believe anything was broken, but she no time to check.
Knowing it was her only chance of escape; Shizuko took a deep breath and jumped up to run for the door. She didn't look back and felt relief when she had only two steps left. Suddenly Sousuke's hand fisted in her hair and yanked her back in attempt to sling her to the floor. Luckily she caught herself on the end table by the door. This seemed to infuriate him, as he took her by the collar and dragged her to him.
"Did you honestly think you'd make it out that door?" he laughed in her face.
"Please…"
"Please what, Shizuko dear?"
"Let me go…"
He sighed with mock sympathy, "but I can't do that darling…you've broken my trust."
Not understanding, her fear morphed into anger, "What is wrong with you?" she demanded as she pushed against him.
He chuckled and reached one hand to the wall beside them and pressed play on the answering machine, "this!" he spit.
"Shizuko!" a male's voice greeted. It contained a giddy lilt, "hello dear! I was calling to see when you were going to be free again. I heard your boyfriend is coming home this weekend, which is terribly disappointing but maybe next week! Let me know!"
Sousuke's eyes had been on her face the whole time. Her mind raced trying to put a face with the voice, but she simply couldn't. She was one hundred percent positive she didn't know the person on the phone. Her heart pounded in her chest, making breathing a challenging task. She knew there was no way Sousuke would believe her, but what else could she do? Maybe he would just leave her, and she could go back to living life by herself.
"Shizuko, my whore," he growled, "who's this man?"
"I don't know," she answered. Her voice was barely audible.
"Oh really?" he mocked, "Why would some unknown person accidentally call my home and leave a message for a Shizuko? Are you going to claim a coincident? How many Shizuko's honestly live in Chicago?"
Tears brimmed over and streamed down her face, "Sousuke, I don't know him! I swear!"
"You know what dear," he sighed and seized her by the waist, "I believe it's time you understood just who's bitch you are now."
He slung her over his shoulder with ease. She knew then what he meant; she wouldn't allow herself to be taken without a fight. Angrily she clawed at him as he made his way up the spiral staircase. She felt a little satisfaction when she witnessed blood seeping through his white shirt.
"I wouldn't do that," he warned in a calm unwavering voice.
By this point all she wanted was out of the nightmare. She'd left home to escape the dictations of her life, but it seemed all she got was three weeks of freedom and now she was in deeper trouble than ever before. When he reached the top of the stairs, she was loosing momentum. She understood there was no way of escape for her and her days of innocence were over. He threw her down onto the king sized bed, knocking the breath out her.
"Take of your robe," he ordered as he began to unbutton his white shirt. However she couldn't will herself to move; in no way, shape, or form would her body allow her to willingly participate. He more than noticed, "Shizuko, I'd rather not hurt you anymore than I've already had to. So do the both of us a favor and take off the damn robe." She still didn't move. He sighed and threw his shirt to the floor, "Fine."
He crawled up to straddle her abdomen and pinned her arms above her head with just one of his hands. She knew what he was planning even as he pulled his free had back. She tensed, closing her eyes in anticipation of the blow. She heard the crack before the lights exploded behind her eyelids. Pain rippled through her head just before a matching strike blessed the opposing side of her face. Her ears were roaring from the pain. Unable to take such simple torture her body reacted to the abuse, thrashing beneath him.
He laughed at her tear stained face, whilst still hold her hands above her head. He touched the swelling flesh of her face where the imprint of his hand was easily detectable. Slowly he slid his hand down her neck to where the robe met her collarbone. Shizuko's eyes flew open to look straight into his. The flames of a power high one would relate to Satan burned in his chestnut eyes. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his as his hand burned her flushed skin in the act of peeling open the top half of the robe, exposing her naked breasts. She whimpered as his thumb circled one of her hardened nipples. He lightly flicked it.
Still gazing into her eyes he spoke, "you belong to me. The moment you agreed to live in my home, you became a possession of mine. Do you understand that?" she couldn't speak. In irritation he pinched her nipple causing her to gasp in sudden pain, "I asked you a question. Do you understand?"
"Yes…" she choked out.
"Wonderful," he smiled menacingly, "I'm going to let your arms go. You don't have to like this, but do not fight me. If you push me I'll break both of those lovely arms." He threatened before sitting back to gaze down upon her half naked body. He cupped her other breast with the now free hand. Leaning down he slowly licked the nipple he'd just punished. Heat pooled in her abdomen causing her to strain against him. He smiled, "I knew you see things my way…"
"Sousuke please, I've never," she began to plead, but was cut off when he bit down. She cried out as pain and pleasure intertwined.
He sat back off of her and stepped onto the ground. "Shizuko, I understand that you've never been with a man before. That couldn't please me more… I love you and I want nothing more than for the two of us to be happy, but this small obstacle we need to over see. I want to forget that vile message and enjoy an evening with you. I don't want to hurt you. Now, take off your robe."
Knowing she had no other options she did as she was told. She hiccupped in attempt to suppress a sob that so painfully wished to escape. Her breath caught in her throat when he dropped his pants. His boxers followed. Never in her life had she witnessed a man fully aroused and she honestly couldn't, under the circumstances, say she was glad she had. He crawled up on the bed to lie down on his back. Calmly he placed a hand on her cheek and led her face to his lap. Her heart raced; did he honestly want her to-?
"Open your mouth," he demanded. She did. Gradually he guided her slightly part lips to the head of his cock, "lick it," she did, the bitter taste of his pre-cum had her stomach rolling with nausea, "come on baby, get creative," he encouraged, "it's ok to use your hands too."
She could think of no way out, perhaps if she just pleased him he'd be the same person he used to be…maybe he'd just had a hard trip and needed some release. He was the older one of the two of them and knew more about these things. She might have over reacted a bit and she did owe him for all he'd done for her. She would just pleasure him and get this torture over with.
Taking a deep breath, she gripped his shaft in one of her hands. Carefully she licked the head once again, trying no to concentrate on the taste. She supposed it wasn't too bad or at least it was something she might be able to get used to. She took the entire tip of his penis into her small mouth gasping when his hand entangled into her hair at the base of her scalp. He directed her head into a bobbing rhythm that had her progressively taking in more and more of his length with each down beat. He thrust into her mouth reaching the back of her throat, causing her to gag. The vibration from her reaction sent him into a utopia of pleasure. He continued his deep thrusting getting the same result from each time. Her eyes began watering from her unstoppable gagging, she really wished she hadn't found so charming that night at the coffee shop. A sudden gush of liquid streamed into her mouth at an uncontrollable rate. It was quite thick. In a panic her eyes rolled up to look at his face.
Sweat rolled down his forehead, but his eyes were closed, "Swallow darling…just swallow…"
She did as she was told, but was very aware some of it leaked out of a corner of her mouth and down her neck. She sat back when he released her head, however she made no attempt to wipe the cum from her face. Her stomach was upset and she could barely keep down the nauseated feeling that had overcome her, but she wouldn't let him see it. she wouldn't break.
"here," he murmured, trailing finger up her throat wiping the trail of semen onto his finger. He paused and held it in front of her lips, "let me help you get what you missed." Closing her eyes she took his finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, "there you go, all clean." He pushed her onto her back down on the bed. She knew he could feel her body trembling in fear, but she could think of no way to stop, "it's your turn now love…"
He bent down between her legs kissing each thigh thoroughly. She closed her eyes in grief; this was not how she imagined her first time. she put the back of her hand to her mouth to quiet a sob. Her eyes flew open when his tongue ran the length of her opening. It felt nice. She couldn't help but notice that. One of his hands joined his mouth and he gently fingered her clitoris. She moaned in pleasure, unable to keep it in. her hips lifted to his mouth trying to give him better access. Horror registered in her mind when she realized her body was betraying her. This man was raping her, but her body enjoyed it. Than was it truly rape? His assaults didn't stop and her moans continued, but at some point they had contorted into sobs. He finally crawled back up to lay on top of her. his member pressed against her leg.
"feel that dear?" he smirked, "I'm hard all over again, what do you say we do the real thing this time?"
She could no longer contain her tears. Her heart tore in two and she just let them flow, "please Sousuke, I'm not ready for this. I don't-"
He cut her short with a swift thrust into her. It took her a moment to realize the shrill screech that followed was in fact her own scream. Pain registered in her mind simultaneously with pleasure, but his persistent pounding gave her no time to adjust to him, "oh you're so tight," he groaned in ecstasy. She wept as he continued on. He emptied into her not very long after entry. She could very well say she was thankful for that much. When he pulled out he stood up completely, "I have a meeting to attend in an hour," he stated simply, "I expect you to be here when I return. It you try and run away, know that I will find you. And don't put it past me to drag you home by your hair." With that he turned and entered the bathroom.
"…I can't say what happened after that," she sighed as she traced a scar on Kenpachi's chest with the tip of her finger. In some time during the recollection she'd moved to lie beside rather than on top of him, "I rolled over and let sleep take me…"
His hold on her tightened protectively and he kissed the top of her head, "that sounds like an idea for the two of us right now," he said. She nodded into his side and snuggled up to him closely. Within fifteen minutes he felt her spiritual pressure level to a resting rate and her breathing sustain a peaceful beat, "you don't have to worry about him, you're my woman now…" he promised to the sleeping young woman beside him.
Here you go! Sorry it took so long, but it is twice as long as my usual!
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It was one of the most emotionally challenging things I've ever written, no joke! Please I REALLY need feedback on this one!
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