Well shit, I thought to myself.
What the fuck did Shiro get us into this time? He's gonna be the death of me. That piece of shit. Well if I am going to die, I would at least like to kick Shiro's face in for his inept skills at finding trouble. This is what I get for following a 'kick ass first, don't care enough to ask questions later' type of person, but he's my brother so what can I do about it? Leave him? Never. Even though I'm pissed at him now, he's the most important person in the world to me, he's the other half of my soul. But that doesn't mean I can't hate his guts right now.
I looked around the medium sized peeling, crumbling red rectangular container I was sitting in, along with about twenty other people. A mix of women and men, all types of races, all looking terrified of what might happen to them. I was about to finish my scope around the cramped container when I made contact with golden eyes surrounded by black sclera instead of white. Shiro. I mustered the deadliest glare I could, and Shiro withered like a plant whose caretaker had a black thumb.
"Ichi" he pleaded
I ignored him.
"Ichi, look at me" he begged again.
I still refused to look at him.
"Ichi-berry" he called me again, and I twitched. The nickname he used to call me when we were kids, which he only used once in a while to get what he wanted from me. I cracked, and he knew it, because his face erupted into a Cheshire grin, with a laugh I'd know was his anywhere.
"I hate you" I said with no venom in my voice.
"No you don't" he smirked and kissed my cheek.
I tried to bat him away the best I could with my hands tied behind my back, and he cackled.
"No, but I wish I did" I mumbled.
Everyone in the container eyes were on us, I looked away and Shiro glared at them until they all averted their eyes. Shiro scooted towards me until I was in between his legs and proceeded to put his chin on my shoulder and nuzzle my ear. We were always closer than what's considered normal, and that sometimes made people stare. Shiro has always been fiercely protective over me, and we always did everything together. We slept in the same bed together, we bathe together, we fought together, and we got in trouble together. We were never seen without the other. It's been that way from birth.
We were carbon copies of each other with a few differences. Shiro was albino so that made his skin an alabaster white, and his hair the color of pure snow. His eyes were the color of gold which reminded me of rich butterscotch. His sclera was an endless black that made his golden iris stand out more. He stood about 6'1" in height and had a lithe body frame, and muscular from years of fighting. I on the other hand was lightly tanned, and had orange locks that always got me in fights and in trouble. My eyes were the shade of amber that seemed to turn more gold when I was angry (which happens a lot.) I was 5'11" with the same lithe swimmers build as Shiro, and also lightly muscled from years of fighting.
Most people think because I look so feminine that they can get away with slapping my ass, or getting to touchy, but they quickly change their mind when I break their hand and smash their face into the nearest wall, or Shiro gets involved and leaves the guy in a bloody mess in a back alley, which is why we are here now.
-Four Hours Earlier-
Sweat. Loud pounding music. Bodies rubbing against each other. Drinks spilling. Club Seireitei. We drank before we came to the club so we were already a little woozy, so Shiro and I only chugged back a couple shots. I grabbed Shiro's wrist with a smile replacing my usual scowl. I loved dancing, the beat, the vibrating music that I could lose myself in. I only danced with Shiro, we knew what the other was thinking just by looking into each other's eyes, so we knew our bodies just as well that's why our rhythm matched. Our looks always attracted attention from both sexes, and when you danced like we did, it was every pervert's wet dream. The brave ones got really handsy, and neither Shiro nor I liked that, and weren't afraid to show it.
I swayed my hips against Shiro's and he placed his hands on my waist. We danced for a while, and then my bladder decided to act up, so I told Shiro to go buy us some more drinks while I went to the bathroom. We split ways and I pushed past sweaty bodies grinding against each other and found my way to the back of the club where the bathrooms were. I pushed open the matte black doors and walked up to a urinal. The restroom was empty, so that should have been sure-fire number one to get the fuck out and come back later with Shiro, but my bladder had a mind of its own. So I unzipped my tight black jeans and relieved myself.
When I was finishing up I heard the door open and didn't think anything of it. I was zipping my jeans back up when I was forced against the cool tiled wall. I stopped breathing, and the only things I could think of was 'shit' and 'thank god, I wore tight jeans'. He pulled my hands behind back without saying a word. He was strong enough to leave my arms immobile. I could hear him unbuckling his belt with his free hand while chuckling. He started calling me 'sweetheart' and telling me this would be the 'best fuck of my life'. My lip curled in repulsion. I wasn't about to let him take me without a fight. I started thrashing as hard as I could, since my arms weren't going to be of much help, I relied on my legs which I heavily relied on anyway. I picked my foot up and smashed it down with my heel first until I heard a sickening crack.
He grunted in pain but loosened his grip. I grabbed his index finger and pulled it backwards until I heard a pop. He screamed and grabbed a fist full of my hair and tried to disorientate me by pulling my head in different directions. I saw an opening and punched his solar plexus. He grunted but didn't let go, so I rammed my knee into his stomach three times. I think being hit so many times in the same place final told his brain to let go of my hair. He bent over and started wheezing and coughing until he dropped to his knees. I turned around to leave the bathroom as fast as I could but somehow the bastard was fast enough to grab my ankle and pull me down stomach first to the disgusting floor that who knows what could've been on. I used my free foot to stomp on his face repeatedly, but he still refused to let go. He somehow gathered enough strength to pull my ankle which slide me closer to him and climbed on top of me to use his weight to stop me from moving around too much.
I thought 'great, my virginity goes to some rapist in a dirty bathroom, if I wasn't so buzzed I would've had no problem beating him into the floor'. All of a sudden the bathroom door pushed open and I heard Shiro voice.
"Ichi, what's takin' ya so lo-"
He finally pushed open the door to see me pinned on the floor by a random person and it took him about .2 seconds to fly across the room and throw the unknown person off me and start beating their face in. He wouldn't stop until his face was rearranged to his liking, and his liking was that if he killed him even his family wouldn't recognize him. I pried Shiro off of him because I didn't want him to end up in the back of a police car, and when I looked down at the rapist's face, I knew that if I would've saw him before Shiro tore into him, he would've looked like a whole different person.
I balled my hands up in Shiro's shirt only letting him see the fear I'd show no one else but him, and he just cradled me in his arms, and rocked me back and forth.
"Can we go now?" I asked after I gathered myself.
"Of course Ichi, let's go" he slowly pulled me to the bathroom door.
We slowly made our way past all the people in the club trying to get to the door to leave, unaware of the eyes on us as we left the club. We parked on the opposite side of where the entrance was at so we cut through the alley on the side of the building (a stupid decision when I think back). We were about hallway down the alley before we got called out by a group of about six people, all looking like they walked straight out of a stereotypical mafia movie. They were wearing black suits with their hair slicked back, and walking like they had a stick up their ass.
"You the one who beat up our friend back there?" the first one spoke (the leader of this circus I'm guessing).
"And? What's it to ya?" Shiro replied sounding pissed.
"Who the hell do you think you're talk-"the boss put up his hand, cutting off his lackeys speech.
"I usually let people off who hurt my family with a warning, but you beat one of mine within an inch of his life and I'm not too happy about that. But I'll be nice since you two have some pretty faces, and I'm a couple people short on the amount people I need to hand over to my boss. Be happy that we won't have to mess up those faces of yours" He smirked.
'Fuck' I thought 'why does Shiro have to almost kill the guy instead of just ruffing him up and calling the cops, I'm grateful but if we get killed it's his fault, but if we're going to get killed might as well go out fighting' I shrugged.
"Well looks like you're going to have to mess up these pretty faces, because there is no way in hell we're going to go with you willingly" I growled.
"That's fine with me princess, but at the end of the day I'll be handing you over to my boss"
The scowl I had on my face would've made even the devil run for cover. Shiro and I stood back to back and took up fighting stances since the fuzziness in my brain seemed to have disappeared. They started to circle around us grinning and snickering stupidly, which pissed me off so I broke the nose of the guy whose face annoyed me the most. He cupped his bleeding nose and started cursing up a shit storm. Then they swarmed us. I roundhouse kicked an ugly looking blonde in the side, and punched an equally ugly brunette in the throat.
I turned and saw Shiro grinning like a mad man, laying into a guy whose eyes looked to be rolling into the back of his head. Between enjoying myself and being pissed off that Shiro has no self-control, I saw someone come behind Shiro with a metal pipe. I screamed to warn him to turn around while trying to run to him before the coward could swing, but I felt a sharp pain burst in the back of my head and my vision faded to black.
I remember waking up hazy in the back of a black SUV with my hands tied behind my back feeling like I've been drugged, and then after what seemed to have been an hour to me, we pulled up to a shipping dock, and were forcefully dragged out of the car. They were dragging my brother behind me and we were ungracefully thrown in a red container on a boat filled with other people, and all we saw of the outside was the grinning face of one of the lackeys shutting and locking the crate door. I was slowly coming out of my haze when I heard the blare of the boat horn and felt the lurch of the boat leaving the dock.
I ended up falling asleep leaning against Shiro and woke up as I heard the door opening up and saw moonlight pouring inside. They chained us together and blindfolded us before they forced us to walk about what seemed to be ten or fifteen minutes. They walked us into a room that was as cold, if not colder than a freezer. They forced us to walk up a couple stairs onto an elevated surface and had us keep walking. As we kept walking I heard excited chattering, and then heard a door open and they filed us all in there while being safety clipped with numbered pieces of paper and took our blindfolds off.
I looked around and saw we were in some sort of a fenced jail area, as were others but in separate man made jails. I looked at Shiro confused, not yet putting together where we were until I heard a voice yell out a number and two guards walked into one of the jails and dragged out a pretty orange haired, busty, gray doe eyed girl and walked her behind a curtain that cut her off from my line of sight. Then I heard the announcer who called out her number start describing her in full embarrassing detail. I heard excited murmurs and he then yelled out "the beginning price is $300,000. Let the bidding begin." I heard the sound of a mallet hitting a surface and people crying out numbers wanting to buy the poor girl. I then realized the horror of what was about to happen to us.
We were about to get sold to the highest bidder, and there was nothing we could do about it.