Hey Guys! Yes I know I said tomorrow, I am so sorry! But thank you for the review yesterday, it really motivated me to post today. Thank you, thanks, thankies x 100!
READ ME READ ME READ ME:Bit of info: I am making a few serious changes to the story progression, firstly, I am taking this darker. It needs to be that way because I really see Amaimon and the canon plot as dark, so the fic plot should mirror this. Also, having recently watched Kyoto-saga and read the manga, I have some other changes. I was originally following the first anime season for my fic, and will continue to do so, but I will try to meld the two so they are a consistent flowing story. I will also be introducing a few other OC's soon, who I hope will play a larger part in fics to come. ALSO, for plot reasons the battle with Amaimon in the Vatican HQ did not take place! The manga events will be followed for that part of the story in which Amaimon did not pursue Rin for vengeance and die/lose his body. Lastly ***** I AM AGEING EVERYONE UP TO 17 FOR PLOT PURPOSES TO COME.
All in all, I'm pretty excited for this to progress! Thank you for your patience! I own nothing!
Chapter 12: A Dark Turn
Have you reached the dormitory yet Chio-san? There is a high wind warning tonight.
-Yukio
Where are you? I am hungry. (-.-)
-Amaimon
Reading them both , Chio sighed. Of course Yukio was going to check up on her over some petty wind warnings. But Amaimon texting her because he was hungry? Jesus. She typed out a quick response to Yukio, not holding back any of her snark.
I will soon. Nice of you to warn me that you have bad gas , though I can't say I hadn't already noticed.
-Chio
Before she could reply to Amaimon, not that she even knew how she would do so, a sharp pinching pain spread across her neck. Chio instinctively reached up to grab at the source, and to her horror she felt a foreign object there. No, not object, thing.
Holding off a yelp, she grabbed the creature and threw it to the ground in front of her. It landed with a stomach curdling thwack, its fat abdomen wiggling as it got to its feet. It was a jet black spider, and not a normal one either. It had to be as big as her palm, red markings showed faintly over its fat body. As she reached for her gun, it hissed and quickly crawled away.
Feeling at her neck, she realized the arachnid had succeeded in biting her. A raised welt was growing and stinging where the thing had once been. Chio cursed under her breath before picking up speed again.
That had been a demon spider. No doubt about it. Now Chio had no qualms when it came to bugs, in the entirety of her life a bug bite had never once effected her. But those bites had come from normal bugs. Plain mosquitoes and the odd bee sting, never a demon bug. Demon spider bites might actually affect her, and seeing as she had no idea what could happen she wanted to get back to the dorms asap.
If she was back at the dorms she would stand a chance of being found if worst came to worst.
Amaimon P.o.V
Ichigo hadn't replied to his message. It both irked him and concerned him at the same time, because how dare she ignore it, and if she was ignoring it then why? Normally he kept a short distance from her at all times, he trusted Aniue's barriers to keep her safe to a degree while she resided on the academy grounds, but they were not so difficult to pass through if you had the mental capacity.
Anything that had the mental capacity to pass through the barriers would most certainly not be kind to Ichigo, and would tear her into tiny pieces while he died alongside her. Cursing their bond, he took to the top of the clock tower in hopes of tracing her scent to it's source.
Amaimon was still sure he didn't care for Ichigo in any way that extended past preserving his own life and recently, entertainment. The girl had turned out to be quite interesting to him though. Unlike so many others, she did not fear him. It was a mistake she would one day regret, but it was not an unpleasant thing in itself. Not being feared was…intriguing.
That was not even the least of her more interesting qualities.
Ichigo was cutting, blunt, and very sarcastic when she wanted to be. Unlike many other women he had taken time to observe, she did not become engrossed in trivial matters such as relationships or what others thought about her. She did as she pleased regardless of their opinions; yet, put so much of herself into making others happy. He supposed that when your life was not eternal, you felt a need to accomplish and ensure others did too.
It provoked strange feelings within him, to see her do this so willingly when others couldn't care less.
Somehow her desire to help others, to use her power in a noble way, it made her more powerful. She drew strength from those she cared for, from her perceived duty. With each new thing he learnt about human feeling and emotion, he understood this more. Before, Amaimon had considered self-sacrifice and any care for others to be signs of weakness. He had thought these things made you lesser, and anyone who proudly displayed these traits was nothing special, merely another insect to crush.
Now he thought differently. With his enlightenment on the topic of human happiness and enjoyment, he had come to respect humans more as thinking beings. They felt things and when those things were threatened, they fought to protect them. They fought to protect what belonged to them, as did Amaimon. This was the first instance in which he had related to them.
His lesson on grief had also opened his eyes to the minds of humans. Living a potentially never ending life had taken the sense of loss from him, as had being raised by uncaring servants of his father. Until that night with her, he had never wondered what it felt like to lose something or someone you cared for. His own life, which he valued highly, hadn't ever truly even been in danger until Ichigo had unknowingly taken it in her little hands.
Perhaps it was fitting, humanity had been a lowly thing that Amaimon had never thought of as threatening, yet here he was living like they did. Here he was living like his life was out of his hands as so many humans did regularly.
The only difference being that he resented Ichigo, while the humans loved that which they thought to control them.
Pausing, he considered this. Did he truly resent her, or did he just resent the forced bond between them? Had the blood mixing not taken place, where would they be now? He would have taken interest in her anyway wouldn't he? The concept of never knowing her caused a feeling to surface within him that was similar to the one he'd felt when hypothesizing about losing Behemoth. Yet it was worse somehow.
Why was it worse? He didn't understand. Ichigo reasoned that when you cared deeply for a person, losing them hurt more. So did this mean he was incorrect before? Did this mean he cared for Ichigo? Amaimon wasn't sure he understood how to care about another person beyond forced camaraderie and formal acquaintance.
If he continued to spend time with her, which he would as he had no choice, surely this feeling would grow exponentially and he would eventually learn how to manage it. If he wanted to take her as a warrior of his very own, he would need to at least mildly care for her lest she deny him that.
The familiar sugared smell that was her scent wafted from the west, and Amaimon shot off in that direction.
Yes, Amaimon would be able to manage this "care" in time. He would locate Ichigo and attempt to learn from her about caring right now.
Chio P.o.V
The bite was throbbing now, and Chio was starting to worry. Her head was feeling heavy, and her finger tips felt numb. The once clear exit of the alley she was standing in was going from blurry to clear as her eyes struggled to do their job. Whatever the hell that spider was, it had poisoned her with something.
It had to be a demon spider, or else this wouldn't be happening. Chio fumbled numbly for her phone, nearly screeching when her weak fingers couldn't open it and press the buttons. She needed to get to a person, anyone. If she passed out in an alley she'd die there. If she could find a person they'd call Yukio and Rin for her and she could be saved.
Wheezing, she leant against a wall to catch her breath. That damn spider venom was making her feel exhausted. In the back of her mind Chio knew that if she fell she wouldn't be getting back up again, so she pushed on.
Finally she made it to the mouth of the alley and starting wobbling down the street, knocking into a sign post or two along the way. Squinting, she saw a few figures walking her way in the distance. Her tongue was completely numb and she couldn't get any words out that consisted of more than two syllables. But she had to try.
The figures got closer, and Chio realized they were three boys, probably her age or slightly older. They had unnerving grins on their faces. Stumbling, she made her way over before falling to her knees in front of them.
"Her…mphhh" she muttered, her head spinning.
The tallest boy smirked.
"What do you want? Are you on drugs or something?" he asked, nudging her with his knee.
Chio only managed to mumble another incoherent reply, her words too slurred and broken to make any sense.
"You looking for a good time?" a shorter blonde one asked cockily. Chio put her utmost energy into shaking her head in disagreement.
"I think she is Rojo, feel like we could give her one?" the tall one said dangerously, a glint in his eye.
This wasn't happening. No. She had to get away, far away from this place. But she could barely move, her arms were like lead and her legs felt like they'd disappeared. The tall boy looped an arm beneath hers, and the blonde did the same, dragging her back into the alley she had tried so desperately to escape from.
The lights from the street lamps slowly dimmed in her cloudy vision as she was pulled away, and the sounds of people all but vanished in exchange for the silence in the damp backstreet. She struggled against them, throwing limp kicks and pulling against their grip but nothing seemed to work the way she wanted. Chio was thrown back onto the cold moist ground, her head colliding unkindly with a few rocks.
The boys only laughed at her feeble attempts to get up as they took off their coats. The blond one, Rojo was his name wasn't it, held her chin in his hand before pressing his lips cruelly against hers in a forced sloppy kiss.
Chio's stomach immediately turned and curled, Rojo tasted like cheap beer and fast food. His slimy tongue was in her mouth. With her remaining strength she tried to push him away, but it was useless. She couldn't die here, while they defiled her and used her like she was a dirty sock. Angry and fearful tears lined her eyelids but didn't spill over thank goodness, Chio refused to show weakness. She was getting out of this even if she'd been robbed of her first kiss.
She bit his disgusting tongue, and he quickly withdrew, rage evident on his face. He struck her in the face, and metallic flavors swam through her mouth as her inner lip split.
"You little slut. Be grateful he even kissed you first." The long haired one said, he looked the least enthused about this out of the three of them, but perhaps he just wasn't used to dragging them off the streets. Maybe he preferred to slip something into their drinks or wait until they fell asleep. The bastard.
The blonde knelt down and grabbed her hips, pulling her to him harshly. It was at this moment she remembered her gun was still attached to her belt.
"Lookie here, little slut's got a gun. Isn't doing you much good is it?" he mocked, pulling it out and pushing the barrel into her stomach.
"Don't screw around Ro." The tall one said firmly, he looked annoyed now.
Chio felt a tear run down her cheek. She wanted him to shoot her, shoot her so she wouldn't have to endure this. If only she'd listened to Yukio and waited, or taken a different route home. If only she'd fucking told Amaimon where she was before texting Yukio, maybe he would've shown up. That spider, it was all that spider's fault.
If it hadn't bitten her she'd have been home by now. Rojo the Rapist could have met her staff and kissed the sidewalk while she enjoyed anything that wasn't this. Chio would have laughed if she had the energy, this was all her fault. No question.
Rojo handed the gun to the long haired one, who pocketed it. He then pulled out an army knife, and used it to roughly cut through the knitted True Cross Academy vest she had on. Chio hated that damn yellow vest, but at that moment she wished it was still on. Once the vest was gone, he ripped open her blouse, buttons ricocheting off into the alley in all directions.
"No" she managed to grunt. They took no notice, and a pair of unwelcome hands hovered above. More tears spilt over, and her anger increased. It all made her feel sick, like she wanted to throw up. Everything was still blurred and her head was hurting, it wouldn't be long now till she passed out. She couldn't pass out, or she wouldn't be able to fight these three off.
She tried everything, to hit, to kick, to roll over, none of it happened. Her body had stopped responding, the bite of the spider taking effect. Would she not even be granted the gift of falling unconscious? More tears.
In the distance, a clinking sound rang through her ears like a burning hot siren. The sound of a belt being taken off and cast aside. No.No. No. She gave off some screamish-whine, a last ditch attempt at signaling for help, and she thought in that moment that death by spider bite in a dark alley would have been far better than this. These hands pulling at her skirt and these eyes on her. Death in the dark, in solitude, in that fire, would have been better.
Then she heard his voice and the hands on her promptly disappeared.
Amaimon P.o.V
He followed her scent to an alleyway, and after walking through it for a minute or so he was certain Ichigo was directly around the corner. Then that other smell filled his nostrils. A dirty smell and a fearful smell mixed together. Turning the corner, he froze and felt his jaw tighten.
His Ichigo was sprawled out on the dirty ground, her normally expressive eyes glassy and disconnected. A trio of men surrounded her, one propped up against a dumpster, another sitting on the floor smoking a cigarette, and a third bent over her.
Amaimon instantly hated them all. Especially the blonde one, the one whose hands were in places they should not be. A filthy look was on his face, one Amaimon recognized very well. It was lust, desire, malice. A terrible combination that typically had only one result and it seemed Amaimon had arrived too late to prevent it. Early enough to prevent the worst of the worst, but not early enough to spare her from the entire experience.
He would slaughter them. How dare these disgusting ingrates lay their unworthy hands on his Ichigo. She was just laying there arms and legs splayed helplessly, like she was unable to move. Had they done this? Looking closer, shining wet streaks ran across her pale cheeks. Tears.
"What are you doing?" he asked, keeping the murderous rage out of his voice. For now they would be permitted to feel safe. For now.
The lecherous boys turned to him, alarm on their faces. They then attempted to appear more threatening and arrogant, clearly believing they held the advantage.
"What does it look like? We're showing this bitch a good time. What's it to ya?" the tallest boy said.
They spoke of her as though she was some common street whore, a regular girl with no meaning. Amaimon bristled.
"What makes you think you're worthy of touching Ichigo?" he said simply. The boys exchanged glances, before the blonde one laughed in his face.
"It's not about worthiness. If you care so much you can have her after we're done Green Bean. Now fuck off for a while." He threatened.
"Wait Ro', he knows her name…" one said worriedly.
"So? I don't care what her name is. I just want him to fuck off!" The so-called "Ro" replied hastily.
"Leave." Amaimon interjected stonily, absently bring his thumbnail up to chew on it.
The pathetic people laughed, and he chewed more harshly on the black claw-like nail. So he repeated himself, only to receive the same response.
Growing bored of their idiocy, he moved quickly over to the tallest boy and wrapped his fingers around his throat. The boy's plain brown eyes became bloodshot and wide as Amaimon lifted him and threw him down the alleyway with ease. A simple kick sent the cigarette smoking one far off in the opposite direction, and all that remained was the blonde boy.
Said boy had moved off of Ichigo, and was now cowering by the near wall.
"W-What are you? What do you want?" he stuttered.
Amaimon walked over, kneeling down in front of the thing. He knew exactly what game to play with this group of air wasting, decrepit, individuals.
"I don't like it when people touch my things. You should remember that. Although there's really no point you doing so now, you won't live long enough for it to matter."
The boy's mouth moved rapidly, no words coming out.
"Would you like to know what I'm going to do now? I'm going to take Ichigo away from here. Then, once she's recovered I'm going play a game with you. It's called Three Days. On the first day, your friend who likes the cigarettes will die. Then on the second day, your tall friend will die. Can you guess what happens on the third day?" Amaimon said melodically, drinking in the fear of his prey.
"W-W-Will I die?" he whimpered. Amaimon grinned, and extended a single sharp fingernail and raked it across the boy's pale cheek.
"Yes. I'm so glad you guessed correctly. It's going to be a wonderful game to play. On the third day, I'll come to kill you and it will be long and painful and bloody. Maybe you'll scream until your vocal chords snap or maybe you'll tear off your own skin because of the unbearable pain. I don't know." Amaimon said bluntly. He might have seemed cold and blunt to the boy, but inside he was a deadly swirl of rage and joy. Joy from the pain of the welp in front of him, and rage for what said welp had done.
The boy screamed silently, and Amaimon turned to attend to Ichigo. Unsurprisingly, the thing grabbed at his leg, a look of desperation on his face.
"P-Please, don't kill me. You can kill them but don't kill me, she came on to me! It wasn't even my fault. Just don't kill me." he begged.
Amaimon huffed, he did not have any more time to spare for this human. Ichigo needed his immediate attention, lest she perish and take him with her before he could murder those filthy men that tried to take her purity from her. Or maybe just take advantage. Amaimon didn't know whether or not Ichigo was virginal. It didn't matter though; they had tried to touch something that didn't belong to them. Ichigo would be upset because of this for a long time.
"I'm going to kill you and I'm going to enjoy it." he said viciously, letting his true emotion come through at last.
With that, he kicked the boy away and lifted Ichigo into his arms. She was out cold, or at least, it appeared that way. Amaimon leaped away, feeling his unadulterated rage cool slightly as she rested against him.
"You're safe now. But how did this happen? You are so strong, yet they were about to violate you and you couldn't prevent it." He muttered, baffled by this scenario.
Chio gurgled, seeming to understand him yet lack the ability to reply.
He arrived at the hillside he had been headed towards, when she came too she'd be better off in a place of calm and tranquility, Ichigo had said she liked such places. Amaimon set her down beneath the first suitable tree he saw, and began to examine her for signs of serious injury. She was running a fever, and not responsive to much of anything. Other than a reddened and bruised cheek, a split lip, and a few scrapes she looked fine. He had been about to try and shake her awake when he felt the lump on her neck.
He turned her slightly in his arms and once he'd pushed her hair aside, he noticed a bite mark. If she was a half demon, the insect behind this was not of Assiah. Immediately he snapped his fingers and a few green men crept from their hideaway in the shrubbery. Several aloe leaves and a handful of jewel weed later, she was looking better and feeling less hot to the touch.
Amaimon took her in his arms and felt her breathing against him. The night crickets chirped, asking him questions about this occurrence, and the green men sat in a little ring around the both of them as if to form a protective barrier. Amaimon said nothing, he was preoccupied with two things.
Thoughts of how he would torture the boys responsible for what had been going on in the alley, and how much he liked holding Ichigo like this.
Perhaps this was what it felt like to care for someone, a torturous combination of concern for their well-being, and devastation when they were not okay.
Phew, right well that chapter was probably the one I'm most concerned about, just cause sexual assault it a touchy subject and even if you are *cough cough* writing using personal experience as a guide...people don't often respect you for it.
Either way, I value opinions and I think this went okay! PLS be kind!
See you later in the week!
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