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 Thirteen
Shiro was having a good day. A very good day actually. Koori had woken as early as ever and woken him up without mercy yes, but he was making the best of it. He had gotten up to the smell of food and she hadn't gotten him up until seven rather than six. He soon found himself on patrol with her with two other guys. The patrol was uneventful and in his boredom he'd taken it upon himself to make the cute shade of pink cover Koori's cheeks. He loved that color on her face. It made her green eyes look brighter to him and it was far better than the controlled expression she usually wore.
He thought back to the day and night before and saw the raven haired, green eyed, pale man who had come in with Orihime of all people. The guy had just hit Shiro wrong and Koori's controlled face was a bit too close to that of the man's. Shiro decided that day he wouldn't allow Koori to have that look on her face around him.
"Why do ya always have tha' face on?" he growled as she turned away from him after his most recent tease. The other two men were trying to hold back chuckles and Shiro could see Koori's ears turning red. She glared at him before speaking again.
"A mask is what keeps me alive you dolt. Now quit giving me shit!" Her gaze fell on the two men in the driver and passenger seats. They froze eyes wide. "You two will shut up about this as well. Got it?" They nodded and turned their eyes back to the road.
"Where are we headed?" Shiro asked, leaning back as boredom threatened to set in again. Koori glanced at him for a moment before letting her eyes fall onto the passing scenery.
"You're going to show me how well you can use a human being for a punching bag."
Shiro quirked a sliver brow and glanced at the back of Koori's head. Was she fucking serious? She wanted him to use a person as a punching bag? What for? He only attacked people who attacked him or Ichigo and the later had become rare over the years due to the fact Ichigo had made it plain he could take care of himself.
"Ya serious?"
"Yes. This guy was the one who did the drive by yesterday." Shiro felt his fist clench. The drive by from yesterday? Shiro remembered Ichigo coming in with that Nel girl, his brown eyes shining with excitement but his face scratched up. Nel had been picking shards of glass out of Ichigo's collar when they'd arrived. "You get to beat him up. Doesn't that make you happy?"
Shiro glanced at her, anger flooding into his gold-black eyes. How dare someone try to shoot Ichigo? Shiro knew Ichigo could take care of himself but that didn't mean Shiro wasn't still overprotective of his baby cousin. Koori's green eyes smiled as she watched Shiro turn into what Ichigo had when Shuuhei had kicked her. How very alike these two were.
"What's tha fucker's name?" Shiro drawled. He leaned forward, placing a hand on her thigh as he got his face close to hers. "Koori?"
"He hasn't told us anything yet. Maybe you can do something about that?" She smiled at him, her eyes telling him what she really meant. He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over hers.
"No sweat," he said before placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
Ulquiorra wished he could groan. More than anything, he wanted to scream in a rage at the red headed idiot who was sitting in one of his chairs. The apartment was supposed to be hard to get into god damn it! How the hell had this idiot get in? Ulquiorra glanced around, his green eyes darting every where to assess damage. When he found none, his gaze fell back onto the idiot.
Said idiot smirked at him and waved. Ulquiorra felt his fists clench at the small, friendly gesture from a man who was nowhere near being a friend of Ulquiorra's. He was about to shove the buffoon out when Orihime stumbled out of the bedroom in nothing but one of Ulquiorra's shirts. The idiot was her friend. She looked up, her eyes still bleary with sleep and a hint of lust. When her eyes focused however, they widened and her mouth fell open.
"Renji?" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"You're top's buttoned wrong," Renji Abarai laughed. Orihime blushed profusely and rushed into the bedroom. Renji sighed and motioned for Ulquiorra to join him. "Sit please! You're making me tense."
"I'm making you tense?" Ulquiorra whispered to himself. "You break into my home and I'm making you tense?" He shook his head trying so very hard to regain his mask of indifference. He suddenly felt the need to call Koori just to have her drag the idiot home.
"Yeah you're making me tense," Renji scoffed. "Oh by the way; it's boring to only listen to the woman moan. Don't you get anything out of fucking her senseless?" Ulquiorra gazed at the red headed baboon with malice and disgust. Just how long had he been here?
"You son of a bitch!" Orihime screeched from the doorway, now fully clothed sort of, her skirt falling off her hips and the shirt still buttoned wrong. Renji glanced at her with a smirk. "How long have you been here exactly?"
"All fucking night," Renji sighed. He sent the smirk to Ulquiorra as well before returning his gaze to Orihime. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to see Ichigo?" His tone rang full of mock hurt, his face contorted in fake sadness. "You know how much I want to see him don't you?"
"Then go see him yourself!" Orihime yelled. "You're on suspension for god's sake Renji! Why are you doing stupid things like this?"
So the idiot's on suspension? What happened this time? Orihime told me he was one the police force but that he was barely holding onto his job. What could have happened this time? How many times does this make? Why didn't Orihime tell me of this occurrence when it happened? As Ulquiorra's thoughts ran rampant, he watched as his lover and her friend screamed at each other. He had had no idea that Orihime could have such fir in her to have a screaming match but by the look of Renji's tensing body, this would not end well.
"Ichigo Kurosaki is fine if you must know," he growled at Renji. Renji and Orihime stopped their argument and Renji turned to face Ulquiorra, his cherry colored eyes glowing with hate and annoyance.
"Like you give two shits about him," Renji grumbled. He straightened then. "I only came here to ask about how I can get Ichigo back."
Ulquiorra blinked in confusion. Orihime left to return to the bedroom, snarling curses and slamming the door behind her. Renji scoffed again and flopped onto the chair. Ulquiorra watched his movements and reached for the phone. He dialed Grimmjow's primary number feeling it was more appropriate to use that number for this situation. It wasn't like he was being attacked by one of the other districts.
"You can't get him back," Ulquiorra muttered. "I would think that was obvious." He lifted the phone to his ear and waited as it rang over and over.
"Bull shit! It's not impossible! There's a way, you just haven't thought of it yet!" Pause. "Who the fuck are you calling?"
"Shut up and let me try to get this idiot on the line," Ulquiorra said, his reply clipped. The phone rang yet again before it was picked up.
"What?" Grimmjow snapped. His tone suggested Ulquiorra had interrupted something.
"Have I interrupted something?"
"Yes. What do you want and say it quick so I go back to bed!"
"I have a small situation."
"If it's small, you take care of it!" Grimmjow hung up and Ulquiorra dialed Ichigo's phone. Maybe he would be more reasonable.
"Yes?" a tired and…hoarse voice asked. It was Ichigo but why was his voice so rough?
"Hang up Ichigo," Grimmjow groaned in the background. "It's Ulquiorra trying to ruin the moment."
"I'll call back later then," was Ulquiorra's slightly stunned reply. There was a grunt before the line clicked to signal he'd been hung up on. He pulled the phone away from his ear and glared at it like it was the source of his problems for that night. He let out a small sigh and glanced at Renji, who had not moved from his seat.
"Who'd you call?" Renji asked.
"Grimmjow…I shall repeat myself: You can't get Kurosaki back." Especially if what I've just experienced is true, he thought. It was obvious Grimmjow liked the orange haired male but Ulquiorra had never expected him to act on it. He glanced back to Renji who was steaming.
"You are more of a wuss than you let one," Renji snorted as he stood. His gaze was murderous. "What do you mean I can't get him back?"
"I mean he's the one who made the decision. He chose to stay so all of you could have your lives back. This is how you are repaying him? I'm unimpressed."
"Fuck you! No one asked if you were fucking impressed!"
"Why are you here?" Ulquiorra had his mask back and was feeling a bit more comfortable. The day was slipping into the afternoon hours and much to Ulquiorra's annoyance, Koori had yet to call him. He was expecting a call about the drive by shooter. What was taking that woman so long?
"I'm not here to talk to you. Not anymore." Renji grabbed a coat that he had discarded onto the arm of the chair. How could I have not noticed that damn thing? Ulquiorra shook his head slightly as Renji stormed out of the apartment.
"Have you made the proper arrangements to see Kurosaki?" Renji stopped at the door. Ulquiorra could see where this was going. Renji turned and gave Ulquiorra a glare that answered his question ten fold. Naturally he hadn't. Why would Renji bother with a formality when he thought he could get Kurosaki to leave without a hassle?
"Fuck off," Renji growled before stomping out, slamming the door behind him. Ulquiorra stood for a moment as he thought over his options. Orihime popped her head out of the room and gave him a concerned look.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm calling that damn woman."
*There be torture here*
"Well naturally," Koori sighed. She rang her fingers through her hair as she watched Shiro beat the shit out of Luppi, the drive by shooter, and chewed her lip. "Why would he go to your place?"
"I don't know Trash! How about you just do something about it?" Ulquiorra yelled on the other end of the phone. Koori held the phone away from her ear as he ranted. She didn't need this right now.
"Is he still there?" she asked when Ulquiorra quieted.
"No. Why?"
"Renji knows Ichigo. Shiro knows Ichigo. Two plus two."
"You want Shiro to talk to the idiot?"
"Uh, yes."
She let her eyes fall back onto Shiro and Luppi. Luppi was screaming in pain and Shiro was still seeing red. It was so fucking obvious. She stood and placed her hand on Shiro's shoulder. He glanced at her, his gold eyes blazing. She felt her eye twitch and his eyes suddenly softened. She waved him away from Luppi and leaned in to have her face in the young man's bruised and bloodied one.
"Ulquiorra?" she asked sweetly into her phone. Luppi's eyes glanced at her in confusion as she spoke. She ran a finger over some of the cuts Shiro had inflicted with his fists and shins. He moaned as she put a small amount of pressure one that looked rather painful. She smiled.
"Yes Koori?" Ulquiorra replied as he ignored the moan. Using my name now are we? Don't make that a habit Ulquiorra. I won't let you live it down.
"Would you like to talk to this young man for me? Shiro's just going to beat him into oblivion if I don't let someone else do this." She poked another injury with a few quick jabs, one resulting in her finger digging an inch into the young man's flesh, and reveled in his scream. She heard Ulquiorra sigh his outgoing breath creating static in her earpiece.
"Fine." She smirked and put the phone up to Luppi's ear. She watched as Luppi's eyes grew wide and he began to try to stammer excuses. He shut up when Ulquiorra barked at him to. Koori quirked a brow. Was Ulquiorra slipping? No. That wasn't possible. Then again…He had been annoyed that Renji had broken into his place. She let out a huff as she tried to rationalize Renji's thinking. She couldn't though because she just didn't know the red head well enough.
"Done?" she asked when Luppi was shivering madly and she heard no mumbling coming from her phone.
"Yes. Simply say who you are and he will speak to you."
"Thank you!" She hung up then and slipped the phone into her pocket. She leaned over the small man and smiled with a slight leer. "Name's Koori. You?"
Luppi looked up shakily. "You're Koori?" She nodded, she smile never wavering. "The guy…on the phone…said to talk to you. Only you." Oh for fuck's sake! He's stalling on me. He's not speaking quickly and he's spacing for pants. Fake pants. I hate that. Koori's hand ghosted up the young man's chest, her fingers splayed out to feel every inch she could. His breathing hitched at the feel of her hand as it seemed to map out his torso sensually. It nearly stopped when she wrapped her fingers around his throat.
"Don't try to stall," she hissed her smile still there. "I won't be as nice as Shiro over there. Talk to me."
"F-Fuck you," he ground out. "I don't c-care what t-that guy s-said he'd do. I'm n-not talking to y-you." Her fingers tightened for a second before loosening. She straightened and simply let her smile leave her face. Luppi was about to relax when Koori's hand backhanded his face. He didn't have any recovery time when her hand returned to attack the other side of his face.
"TALK DAMN YOU!" she roared. Luppi cringed as much as he could, his eyes wide.
"I'd talk," Shiro snarled. "Trust me when I say she's scary when mad."
"Thank you Shiro," Koori cooed her genuine smile back. Shiro smiled at her but his eyes were still blazing when they fell on Luppi. Koori turned back to Luppi, her face steely and her eyes fierce. "Speak to me. I can do something if you do. Like, oh I don't know, stop hitting you?"
"I was told to shoot up a place."
"Did you know there were two Seconds in that place? Did you realize that when you were shooting?" Koori dead panned.
"I was told just to drive by and shoot."
"How about the car that saw you twice? One of ours. It was finishing patrol. You got close to it. Real close. Nearly got yourself hit because of it."
Luppi blinked. She knows about that? Shit. I'm so dead. "I was hired to find that place. Just that place. I was looking for it. I must not have paid much attention to my driving."
Koori sighed through her nose and took a step back. She pulled at her sleeveless black shirt and glanced at her pinstripe slacks and black heels. She was tempted to just kick the little fucker but something told her she should hold back. She walked over to Shiro and sighed as she sat down on the table with him.
"What is it?" Shiro asked. "You look tired."
"I hate liars." Shiro pressed his lips to her temple then. She let out a sigh at the comforting feel of someone paying her some wanted attention. It had been years since she'd had contact like that. Her teacher had been the one who'd been the only one to show her any feeling other than disgust. As a female assassin she was second guessed all the time by everyone but him. He'd been nice and loving…before he died. Then, she got a different teacher who had never liked her to begin with. There were reasons she chose to work in Hueco Mundo. This place was off limits to her people…unless of course they were exiles like she was.
"If he's lying then ya should drag it out of him right?" Shiro's hand ghosted to her back and slipped under her shirt. It felt cool to the touch. That made her quirk a brow in interest. Her skin was abnormally cold but his was cooler than hers? She didn't remember it being that way before so why now? "Ya feel warmer than usual. Ya have a fever?"
"Nope. You're just weird." She hopped off the table and trotted over to Luppi. She stopped a few feet away from him and gave him that smile again. "You weren't paying attention to how you were driving?" Luppi shook his head. She smirked and lifted her leg to place her foot on his chest. "Really?"
"Y-yes?"
"That sounded like a question. Tell me or I call that guy again."
Luppi's eyes grew wide at that idea. Koori felt her smirk reach her eyes. She could only guess what Ulquiorra said but she could guess pretty easily. Torture. Lots of it. Tons of blood on the floor. Koori wanted to laugh. Those were fun.
"I was told to find this one guy. Orange hair. I don't know why."
"Who told you to find him?"
"Someone from out of the city. Didn't know his name and he never met me in person."
"He tell you to shoot at him?"
"No…That was another guy."
"Who?"
Luppi gulped. Koori sneered and pulled out her phone again.
"Y-Yammi! Yammi told me to shoot him!" She stopped and smiled at him again.
"Good. I'll be sending you to Yammi soon. One moment please." She walked away dialing Grimmjow. When he picked up he sounded annoyed.
"What now?" he snarled darkly.
"It's Koori. I know the guy's name." A growl on the other end and she continued quickly. "His name's Luppi. Claims two people told him to do separate things. One was just to find a kid with orange hair the other was to shoot the restaurant up….Did I wake you or something?"
"No! Ulquiorra woke me up! Then he called Ichigo too! You're the second goddamned caller today! Fuck! I was fucking enjoying the idea of my sleeping in today with Ichigo in my fucking arms-! Did I seriously just yell that?"
She was laughing already. "Oh. I see…Ulquiorra woke you up during the pillow talk part of the night."
"Koori!" His tone was slightly enraged but he paused as he tried to regain control. "Who sent this kid to find him?"
"He doesn't know the first guy but he knows the second. We do too."
"Who?"
"Yammi." She could almost hear the blue haired man become engulfed in enraged flames. As expected. His second was shot at as well as his sister and by the order of an enemy. She could see where this was going. A message had to be sent after all. Sixth District couldn't just let someone get away with shooting at its second in command right? It just didn't work that way.
"Send Yammi a message," Grimmjow snarled.
"Which one? I got a lot of 'em."
"Stay out of Sixth District. Can you do that one?"
"Sure. Give me a couple of hours." He hung up with a grunt of satisfaction and she turned to Shiro. "Have the car take you to my parlor. Just clean up around the place and feed the dogs."
"Ya don' wan' me here?" He sounded hurt. She smiled at him sweetly.
"I want my place cleaned up more than I want you here." He sighed at her as he stood. He placed a kiss on her cheek before waltzing out the door.
"What a cute couple you two make," Luppi hissed. "Two sadistic people and you fit perfectly with one another. How adorable."
Now he has a fucking spine? That's cute, Koori thought as she pulled out a small knife from her bag. She flicked her thumb swiftly against the blade so see if it was sharp. It was almost naturally. Of course. She made sure all of her blades were razor sharp thanks to those years of training.
"Did Yammi give you a reason for the shooting?"
"Well duh! Not like I'm going to tell you that."
Real fucking cute. Why the sudden lack of fear? Koori walked over to the young man for a few seconds before a thought occurred to her. Turning a one-eighty, she busied herself checking the doors. She locked them all from the outside and reentered when there was only one door left to lock. When it was locked, she returned to Luppi and cut him loose.
"How nice of you. What took you so long?" he smirked as he rubbed his wrists. He glanced back at her to see she was moving for her bag again. She pulled out a larger knife and handed it over to him.
"Cat and Mouse. Guess which one you are," she said softly. "I gave you a weapon though so you may last a bit longer." Her eyes connected with his and he found himself shivering. "Run. Now."
He was running in seconds. He raced for a door instinctually. Finding it locked made him panic. The knife embedding itself in the door an inch from his head made him panic more. He glanced back at her wide eyed. She stood stark still after straightening from the throwing stance she had been in. She pulled another knife from her bag.
"Thought I told you to run," was all she said before she threw the next knife.