Alright...I'm feeling a bit better about the whole thing. I am sorry for being an idiot about it all but personally, I guess I wanted to know who actually liked the story enough to react if I did that. Now that I have come to terms with it all, I'll repost the story. Sorry everyone but I take certain things very seriously. If someone says my stuff is bad, I take it personally even if they are giving constructive critiques. I have to work on it but I promise I will put the story up again.
Warinings are that there are rape scenes and blood and violence. I will put up the warnings where the "evil" scenes begin and end so everyone will feel comfortable. I did rate the story M for a reason and that was it. I knew the story would get dangerous and therefore was trying to keep those who wouldn't like it away. Obviously, it didn't work.
Summary: Ichigo's a normal kid until he and a few friends are kidnapped and he becomes the sex toy of the leader of the neighboring city. A few months pass and Ichigo is given to the only person who showed him decency.
Warnings: there will be rape in this.
Chapter Eight
The tattoo parlor was not all that impressive to Ichigo but he kept his mouth shut as Grimmjow led him inside the building. As far as Ichigo could tell, the first floor was split into two rooms. The first section was the waiting room and the reception area. On the walls were pictures of various tattoo designs the most prominent being the numbers 1-10 in thick, black, gothic designs. There were also the most redundant tattoos that Ichigo had seen almost all of the gang kids wear in Karakura. Stuff like hearts with banners across the, and so on. The desk and chairs were made of the same wood but the desk was littered with complex tattoo designs. Dragons wrapping around a person's arm and skulls eating a person's pectoral muscle while turning into smoke. Things like that.
There was suddenly an amazing amount of crashing and thuds above their heads. As Ichigo quirked a brow in confusion, Grimmjow's blue eyes widened. Ichigo was about to ask what was wrong when the sound of stampeding paws met his ears. He glanced to one of the two doors near the back of the room and found a hallway with a staircase. The stampede was coming from the stairs and before Ichigo could react, Grimmjow had lifted him onto the desk. As Ichigo tried to figure out how he'd gotten onto the desk, Grimmjow found his hands full with the pack of dogs. Ichigo's head snapped into fleeing and he scooted to the shop window as some of the dogs began to leap up to get a better look at him.
"Koori!" Grimmjow bellowed. "Control your god damned dogs!"
"Well who's fucking fault is it that I didn't have a defined arrival time?" came a high pitched screech that was promptly followed by a yelp and another thud. Ichigo glanced toward the stairs to find a flustered woman with highlighted blonde hair and hazel green eyes leaning tiredly against the doorjamb. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and let loose a shrill whistle. The dogs silenced and stared at her. She glanced at Grimmjow before leading the pack out to the back. When she returned, she walked up to Grimmjow until she was right in front of him with barely an inch between them.
"Hi," he growled.
"Next time, tell me when you're getting here. I can have them outside in the runs faster that way," the woman snarled. She glanced at Ichigo and her gaze softened. "You the new kid?" He nodded. "Alright then. Get off my desk and follow me. Grimm? I am craving sushi and since I'm the one who has to work, that will be your payment. Go get the food."
Ichigo stared as the woman simply walked off leaving Grimmjow to blink at the spot she had just occupied. He followed her through the other door to find himself where she did the tattoos. She patted a chair and told him to sit. He was about to when she said he should take his shirt off as well. He paused; uncertain he wanted to strip down even if it was only his shirt. She glanced back at him and sighed.
"I'm Koori by the way," she whispered. "I'm sure Grimmjow's told you a little about me but rest assured, I only bite people who deserve it."
"I'm sure," Ichigo murmured as he shifted to see why Grimmjow hadn't followed.
"The gang members pay me by feeding me whatever I feel like having," Koori explained. "It'll take him a while to talk the best sushi place into delivering since they are in Fourth District."
"I'm not worried about that."
"How about I talk you through it?" He glanced at her confused. "I'll explain what I'm doing and why I'm doing it and hell, I'll try to fit some small talk in somewhere. Will that help with this fear of being touched?"
Ichigo balked. How could she tell?
"I gather information. I have to study people to do most of my work. Besides, it only makes sense for you to fear other people touching you after all that's happened." Her voice thickened and she turned away to seemingly prepare her tools. He watched as she moved somewhat...stiffly. He pulled his shirt off and sat with his chest against the back of the chair. He perched his chin on his crossed arms on the back of the chair.
"Alright," he said. "Small talk to distract, warn if it's supposed to hurt."
"Sounds good," she replied, smiling as she moved to stand on his right. "My hands are cold by the way." She was quite right but he didn't feel it was completely uncomfortable. She kept her hand on her his shoulder as she looked over his scar. He winced when her grip tightened and she let up instantly.
"Koori?" Grimmjow sighed as he entered the room. "I've talked them into helping me out with this. Tell them what you want." He walked over to her but stopped dead when he saw the scar in the bright lighting. His stomach churned and he looked away as Koori yanked the phone away from him.
"Sit down Grimm," she said before lifting the receiver to her ear. She ordered some rolls that sounded rich and tasty and then she added in beef cooked in teriyaki sauce. "No reason to not feed you two while I do this."
Koori went to work, speaking as she moved and worked. She began to tell about she did but Ichigo had a feeling she downplayed most of the images for him.
"At some point I want to find out what made Aizen think up such an idea as what he did," he murmured while she worked. He felt Koori's fingers stiffen and she sighed heavily.
"Me and my big mouth," she snarled. He stiffened. "You're allowed to hate me by the way."
"Does..." he trailed off.
"Grimmjow know? Yes. As punishment, he made me tell everyone else that your friends were being set free. That means the leaders and your friends."
"I guess you've paid your debt then."
"You're too forgiving. That'll get you killed round here."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Koori sighed and continued her work. Grimmjow returned with her food that had been put in a cooler to make sure the fish kept. He glanced warily at Ichigo's back and was floored when he found Koori almost completely done and that where she'd finished the tattoo looked like it had never been cut. Koori snapped her fingers at him and shoved the beef teriyaki in his hands.
"Feed yourself." She turned back to Ichigo. "Hope you can mooch off him or you like sushi 'cause that's what we're eating!"
Ichigo smiled and straightened in his seat. He plucked a few bits of steak and popped them into his mouth, chewing slowly to savor the flavors. He smiled as the taste made him want to roll his eyes into the back of his head. Koori offered some of her food and he gladly picked from her. When they finished, Koori went t back to work and Grimmjow watched as the scar was covered little by little.
"Whoo!" Koori sighed. She whipped her brow free of the drops of sweat that had accumulated and she sighed happily. "There! I'm done!"
"Nice work as usual," Grimmjow muttered when he looked over the finished product. He held a mirror in his hand as she handed Ichigo one. They angled the mirrors until Ichigo could see what they saw. His brown eyes widened in surprise.
"It's like Aizen never cut me," he whispered.
"That was the goal," Grimmjow said, patting Ichigo on the back. "Come on. We need to get going. Thanks Koori." Grimmjow's gaze got a bit dark as he looked at Koori. She sighed and turned on her heel to leave him alone. Ichigo placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder to gain the man's attention.
"She explained she gave him the idea if letting them go if one stayed," Ichigo whispered.
"She did?" Grimmjow asked, his brow rising in surprise. "Damn! She must like you a lot!"
"She feels I'm too forgiving."
Grimmjow let out a bark of laughter before telling Ichigo to put on his shirt and follow him. They got back to the apartment in an hour and Grimmjow was watching Ichigo cook another famous meal when a thought occurred to him. Koori may have been right about Ichigo. Sixth District was notorious for people to get attacked in blind alleyways. If Ichigo was going to survive, he'd need some training. More than what he had.
"How would you feel about training under Koori?"
"Sounds like it would be fun. Why?"
"You're too forgiving."
Ichigo sighed but nodded anyway. He had to admit that he wasn't quite qualified for this district yet but he was willing to make himself so.
