Hello everyone! God, how long has it been since I updated?
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Well, I'm sorry for the long wait. I've been having severe technical issues that were solved just recently.
Warnings: smut, yaoi(duh), oral, kissing, crazy Ichigo, AU, and some OOC-ness
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Not Crazy
"Haah, Haah, haah," I panted. I had just finished trying to escape once again. Of course, the stupid soft walls didn't leave anything for me to tear the straightjacket on.
I wish I could wipe my face. It was sweating and kind of gross. But, my hands were pinned at my sides. I was crazy. I needed these to not go and kill people. To kill them like I killed my mother.
Mother. I missed her so much, and hated her in the depths of my heart. Why did I kill her, anyways? Oh. Right. She didn't like Hichi.
I missed Hichi. I loved him. I loved him with my very soul. If he told me to die, I would do so, gladly because I was doing what he wanted. Why did he leave? Did I do something wrong?
Mother always said she didn't like him, that he was just using me. Yeah, right. Then why did he kiss me, or say how much he liked my hair even though it was despicable?
I don't know. I don't need to. I'm crazy. It said so on that tag they gave me when I first got here. I still have that tag. It's on my left wrist under the jacket and I can feel it rubbing against my arm.
Of course, the tag put it in a more delicate way. 'Mentally disoriented', it said in clean, black letters on a white background. It was so tidy. Just like everything else here. I hated it all.
I hated this jacket, it kept me from killing myself, from spilling my blood on the soft white walls. Another thing I hated. I ran into them, but just bounced off easily. It made me feel useless.
But what I hated the most was the people. They were white, too. But that was to be expected in this goddamned place. They talked with their quiet voices, whispering and treating me like an animal.
Sometimes, they took my blood. How would taking my blood help them? If I'm in here, shouldn't it show that I'm crazy? In fact, here they are now.
People yelling from the other side of the wall. Arguing, protesting, One voice stood out from the others. It was deep and fierce and commanded total attention.
The people listened to him, I guess. The arguing stopped. And the door opened.
Instinctively, I backed away from it. No good things come from people. But the white people didn't come in. A new person did.
It was a man about my age, dressed in a black shirt and jeans. He had tanned skin and bright blue hair. His eyes were blue too, and very intense. I was drawn to them immediately. Was this the deep commanding voice?
I don't know. Well, I was okay with him so far. He wasn't wearing white. "Hello." He spoke! He was the deep voice I had heard. Another reason to like him. He didn't have a whisper voice. He had a wonderful voice.
He continued to speak in his normal voice. "C'mon, can I get a greeting? Please don't tell me you've lost yer voice because no one talks to you." Could I speak? I could try.
"Hello," I croaked. My voice sounded dry and tired, nothing compared to his. He smiled. "Well, I'm glad you can speak. If you couldn't, talking to you would be very hard."
I just looked at him dully. "Why would you want to talk to me? I'm crazy." My voice took on an edge. "I-I could kill you, just like I killed my mother! You never know, I could lose it anytime now!"
To make a point, I wiggled my arms a little so it looked like I was trying to get out of my restraints. The man simply held up a file. "You killed your mother because she didn't like your boyfriend. He dumped you and you were delirious."
Hichi did dump me. He just glared at me one day and said, "We're over." I had come home sobbing that day. My mother tried to comfort me and I stabbed her. I used her favorite knife, the one that could cut pork cleanly and evenly.
"So what?" I said. "I'm here because I'm crazy, so that doesn't matter." The man fixed me with a serious look.
"That jacket looks uncomfortable. Want to take it off?" Take off my jacket? Really?
No. This was a joke. Like that other man played on me. Telling me that he would take it off, that he would let me go. I was so stupid. I believed him. I begged for him to remove it, but he just laughed and walked away.
Leaving me useless. Stupid. Broken. Crazy. Never forget crazy. "Yeah, right," I growled. "I'm not falling for-" The man was gone. Where did he go?
I knew it. He was just like the other one. I fell onto my side. No need to worry about getting hurt. The soft floor had me covered.
"Hey. How am I supposed to take that off with you lying like that?" I flinched. It was the man! He was behind me, leaning against the wall. I got up as best as I could and looked at him. "I-Is this better?"
He grinned. "Much." We both adjusted so that I was between his legs, my back facing him. I felt his hands on my shoulders. They were warm and strong. He moved them down, feeling my arms and my sides, looking for the little clip that would spring me free.
Finally finding it, he unlatched me and my arms fell off to my sides. I was free! I tried to pull off the now loose jacket, but my arms wouldn't respond. Being locked in this for a year didn't help much. Crazy people don't get any breaks from their restraints.
But the man helped me, picking up my arms and bending them, gently rubbing feeling into the muscles. After a little but of this physical therapy, I could move my arms well enough to rip the jacket off of me.
I sighed happily and clumsily stretched my arms above my head. Oh, how good it felt! The man smiled at me. "Now, can you tell me you name? The file didn't have it."
I looked over at him. My name? Oh, yeah. That's right. My name. "Ichigo Kurosaki. But everyone calls me crazy."
BAM I was pinned against the soft wall by my shoulders, the man glaring at me. "Stop thinking that." I was scared. I felt trapped. "T-Thinking what?"
He realized how scared I was and backed off a little. "Stop thinking that you're crazy." I let out a little giggle at that. "But I am crazy. Isn't that why I'm here?"
He was close again, but his aura felt gentle, not angry.
"You're not crazy, you're just sad."
Not…crazy? Really? Nobody had ever said that. I started shaking and felt something wet run down my face. I reached up and felt tears. I was crying.
"T-Thank yo-ou," I sniffled. "But I-I am crazy. I can't do anything that normal people can do. I killed my own mother. I can't even love."
Love. I loved Hichi, and missed him dearly. I would give anything to be with him again. So what, if he beat me when I did something wrong? So what if he raped me once when he was drunk?
He had accepted me for who I was, and I could forgive anything for that. "I-I'm-"
My lips were captured in a deep kiss. My eyes widened. The man, he was kissing me, his hands were on my shoulders, we were kissing! When he pulled away I found myself following his mouth, wanting more.
"If you can do anything, you can love. I'm going to show you that you can."
Wait, does that mean…..sex? He gently pushed me onto my back, moving in between my legs while keeping us connected. His tongue touched my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
I opened my mouth in surprise, and he wasted no time tasting every little crevice. I moaned a little, and stopped, surprised. He broke away from me, smiling. "It's okay. I won't hurt ya."
I pulled him back down using his collar and smashed my lips into his, wanting more. He obliged, pushing off my jacket and running his hands down my chest. I moaned as he tweaked one of my sensitive nipples.
He grinned. "You like that, Ichigo?" His mouth moved down and, oh, oh god! He was sucking on my nipple, playing with it using his tongue. I cried and shoved my chest up, arching my back and urging him to take more.
He answered my taking my other one in his hand, twisting it and making me tip over into total ecstasy. I cried and begged for more when he let go.
"What a sensitive little uke," He purred.
"Look, yer jus' like a woman when I play with ya." I turned away in shame. Hichi had always called me a pussy and a woman whenever I messed up. Now I had turned him away and he was gonna tease me.
I felt tears prick at my eyes when I thought of this. I loved this man and he was going to leave me. Just like Hichi- He drew his tongue up my chest, diping it into my collarbone. "I find it unbelievably sexy."
He dipped his hand into my pants and palmed my erection. I thrust my hips up to et more friction and he tore off the remainder of my clothes. I hissed a little as the cold air of the room hit my 'situation' and yelled when I felt a tight heat envelop me.
"F-FUCK!" He was deep throating me, bobbing his head and humming. I fisted his hair and made an entire range of noises while he sucked my cock.
When I felt like I was going to come, he pulled away with a pop and tugged off his clothes, exposing his leaking erection to me. I couldn't help but stare. He was huge.
"M-Maybe this is a bad idea," I found myself saying. "After all, I don't even know your name-" He leaned in close, our cocks brushing together and creating delicious friction.
He smiled again. I loved when he did that. "Don' worry. I won't hurt ya." He brushed three fingers against my mouth. I accepted them and sucked on them gently, coating them thoroughly before he pulled them out.
He wasted no time pulling me up and inserting a spitty finger into my ass. It slipped in easily and I wrinkled my nose in discomfort.
A second and third soon followed and I whined in discomfort. He kissed me and thrust his hips forward, reminding me that our cocks were still touching. But that pleasure quickly disappeared when he started scissoring his fingers around, stretching me out.
"F-fuck," I mumbled, trying to relax and failing miserably. His fingers probed around a little more and pressed down on a spot that made me see stars. "Aggh!" I thrust my hips down to make him touch that spot again.
He removed his fingers, making me whine and slicked up his own cock with his spit. Air rushed around me and I fell on my face, squishing into the soft ground. I felt something blunt at my entrance and pulled away.
"Wait!" He paused and looked at me. "Something wrong, Ichi?" I blushed a little. "I-I wanna face you." He kissed my spine. "It'll hurt more. Are ya sure?" I nodded.
He flipped me back over and pushed my legs over his shoulder. It hurt, but it was worth it. Now that we were facing, he gave me a kiss. I felt him at my entrance again. "And my name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques."
He thrust in, not giving me any warning. "AGGGHHHHRHHRHHH!" I clawed at his back and felt tears roll down my face. "G-Grimmjow," I choked out.
"Hurts….." He nuzzled my hair and stopped moving. "Sorry, Ichi. I couldn't help myself. Whenever you're ready." It hurt. A lot. But not as much as being raped by Hichi. And it would hurt both of us if I just sat here like a coward.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through me and I thrust down with my hips, seating him inside me. "D-Damn, Damn it," He was shaking with the need to move, but grinning all the same. "Yer pretty damn sexy when ya curse."
I didn't reply, I just dragged his head towards me by his hair and growled. "Move."
He obliged with excess, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, hitting my prostate dead on and sending pure joy all around my body. Mostly to my groin.
Grimmjow started a fast pace, pistoning in and out of me and hitting my prostate every time. "SHIT!" I cried when he hit it especially hard. Grimmjow sucked at my neck, giving me love bites and elicting more sounds out of me.
"Ya know how sexy ya are, right Ichi?" He was right next to my ear, and purring deeply as if we weren't having sex but having dinner. I think I nodded.
I can't remember. My mind was having trouble working because of how I was literally bouncing on Grimm from the force of his thrusts.
Finally, I got the timing right and began to ride him, shoving my hips down when I wasn't bouncing. He growled into my ear and went faster.
I have no idea what they heard on the other side of that door, but all I could hear was our skin slapping together and my moans and pants, which were magnified by an occasional groan from Grimm.
"G-G-Grimmjow," I made out. He stopped eating a chunk out of my neck to look lustfuly at me. "Yes, my Ichigo?" "Wa-a-na-a come!" He grabbed my cock and started stroking me fiercely.
It didn't take long for me to come. I splattered all over my stomach and his chest with a cry. My ass clenched and it sent him over the edge too.
For a moment, we lied there, panting and coming off of our sex high, Grimm still in me and limp now. But he pulled out and we both ignored the red tint on his cock.
He used my jacket to clean us both off-finally, a use for the thing!- and redressed.
I was way too tired to move, and almost passed out when Grimmjow lifted me up. He kicked open the door and carried me, stark naked, bridal style, through the crazy house.
The white doctors stared at us and had no words for the scene. Anyone who got in our way was quickly scared off by a Grimmjow style death glare.
I finally saw the doors and had a moment of uncertainy. We were going to leave? But I couldn't, could I? My question was answered when he busted the doors open and we walked out to the sunlight.
It felt…..warm. And nice. I liked it here. I wanted to be a part of the world after 3 long years.
We walked to what I guess was Grimmjow's car and I was placed gently in the beck, lieng down. He kissed me softly. "We're goin ta my place." I grabbed his shirt before he could move away.
"I know this is a little late, but will you go out with me?"
He grinned. "Of course. I love ya, Ichi."
Someone…loved me. I was loved. I felt, full. I hadn't felt this since Hichi. I felt good. I wanted to stay with Grimmjow. And, lucky me, I wasn't crazy, so I could.
My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I'm 18 and I have a boyfriend named Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. I have orange hair and brown eyes.
And I'm not crazy.
You like? I thought this was a cute idea when I thought of it and so, a story bloomed. A lot of editing went into this and a lot of time too. I will get back to the request list in a few chapters.
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