A/N: This fic goes out to BeMused, who wrote a Bleach fic, 'Night at the Library' on . It was a great read, and it gave me the idea for this series. The idea belongs to BeMused, but I wanted to expand on it. For any copyright reasons, I have changed the first chapter, making it my own, with the same underlying idea, but to anyone who wants to know where this fic came from, I suggest you go and read Night at the Library first!
Time never slows, and time never halts. The world will continue, even when one or a million of us die. We may try to make a difference, but in the end, we are nothing. Time will continue, where we will not.
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Everything was silent; the birds, the small mammals, even the insects refused to interrupt the stillness of the night under the full moon. Uryuu, dressed in his usual training clothing, made sure to keep his steps as quiet as the air around him, trying to prolong the peace that surrounded him. Lost in his own world of thoughts, he tried not to wince too heavily as he moved, the pain in his body from his training placing strain on his muscles. He hurt everywhere, and still he didn't know whether he was closer to regaining his Quincy powers or not.
The thought made a scowl appear on his lips, and as he walked, he made a mental promise to himself to train even harder tomorrow than he had today. Switching the grocery bag from his right hand to his left, he glanced down at his cut and bruised hand, still throbbing and aching from earlier. It hadn't been that long since they returned from the Soul Society, but the burning shame of not having his Quincy powers weighed on Uryuu heavily. He was useless.
Swish.
Uryu paused mid-step, wondering if his ears had deceived him. After a few seconds, Uryuu's steps resumed, the sound brushed off as the night finally coming to life around him. He rounded a corner, a playground to his right, and to his left across the street, a slight matting of trees that couldn't quite be called woods, but was dense enough to possibly get lost in. The street lamp above him flickered for a moment before shorting out with a loud burst, startling Uryuu into almost dropping the shopping bag. His gaze shot upward to what used to be the light that illuminated this road before shivering slightly as a cool breeze picked up and stroked his hair back from his face. Like fingers.
Uryuu whipped around at the sudden sensation only to find darkness behind him, and another 'swish' sound coming from above him. He barely had time to react as a large form impacted his body, slamming him to the ground, the shopping back tearing from his grasp and spilling its contents out onto the abandoned road. Uryuu's head snapped back, hitting painfully against the pavement and causing his glasses to fly upwards, off his nose as a crushing weight fixed itself on top of him. He felt his wrists being encircled by large, heated hands, seconds before they were yanked painfully above his head, causing his back to arch into the body that lay atop him. His chest constricted and he attempted to choke out some kind of response, even as his blurry gaze finally focused enough to catch colors.
He couldn't see very well without his glasses, but that shock of orange hair was all the same. No one Uryuu knew had orange hair but Ichigo, and the thought caused Uryuu's panic to be forgotten, replaced by rage at being caught unaware by the substitute soul reaper. Forcing his lips upward into a snarl, he barked breathlessly at his supposed comrade,
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get Off me, Ichigo!"
Uryuu began struggling, trying to somehow overpower the boy from a useless position when he first heard it: that quiet, otherworldly chuckle that he'd heard before; the one that belonged to Ichigo's Hollow form. Uryuu's mind spiraled, trying to give some logical reason for this happening, but could find nothing but panic and fear muddling his thoughts as he stared up at the blur of orange. The voice, as chilling as it had always been, began.
"Scream. Struggle. Hide, if you must. But my fun has just begun, because no one can save you now."
Uryuu felt a shiver wrack through his already sore body even as he felt his wrists released; he wasted no time in slamming his palms into the pavement to try to pull him out from under the Hollow Ichigo, only to find hands at his trousers pulling them down effortlessly as Uryuu unintentionally pulled himself away from his lower half's coverage. He stifled a gasp as the cold night air gusted through parts usually covered, but knew he couldn't waste too much time to shock. Reaching up to adjust his glasses so he could see to run, it startled him to find the Hollow so close to him again; there was no mask on his face this time, just the shock of orange hair that he and Ichigo shared, and the creepiest mix of black and yellow eyes Uryuu had ever seen.
Uryuu's heartbeat slammed into his throat as he flipped himself over and scrambled to his knees, only to have the wind knocked out of him as he was pounced on again from behind, a sickening hardness grinding into his bare ass cheeks as the Hollow chuckled again. Hands were clawing none too gently at Uryuu's shirt, scraping against bare skin and creating red streaks in their wake. Uryuu muffled a whimper as he tried to flip again, to gain some leverage over his attacker, to no avail. If only his Quincy powers would activate, he thought desperately, wondering if he was going to die tonight.
But the Hollow seemed to have more plans for him, and as soon as Uryuu was lifted from the ground, his shirt pulling off with a painful crack of Uryuu's shoulder, he found himself picked up by the Hollow by his shoulder and thigh, the grip excruciating enough to make him believe they would start bruising soon, and he was thrown toward the tree line. Unable to stop his fall, Uryuu could only try to flip in the air, giving his back to the tree branches that snapped under and raked at his naked flesh, cursing and groaning in pain as he landed on a mat of dried pine needles. Despite his body's want to seize up and get used to the new pain before continuing, he forced himself to roll over, slicing open his back, his sides, and his palms and knees as he tried to scramble upwards, to his feet.
He cursed again as he felt a pine needle digging in between his toes, piercing the flesh and trying to embed itself within his body, but he couldn't reach down and take it out without wasting precious time; he ran. The woods were dark, with barely any light filtering through, and no matter which way Uryuu turned, there were branches everywhere, reaching out malevolently to tear up his face, tangle in his hair, and scratch and poke and pierce the flesh of his entire naked body. Tears were stinging his eyes by the time he heard it again:
Swish.
Uryuu yelped when the Hollow appeared before him, along with the cracking of several branches. He tried to stop his full out run, but ended up slamming into the Hollow himself, crying out as a hand found his throat and shoved him backwards, into the trunk of a tree. Uryuu's hands immediately came up, clutching and clawing at the immovable force threatening to cut off his air supply, choked and gargled sounds reluctantly bubbling up from his lips even as that same, bone chilling chuckle resounded around him again. Lips were pressed dangerously close to Uryuu's ear as he heard the Hollow whisper,
"Playtime's over."
Within a few seconds, Uryuu found himself hoisted by his throat, and thrown away from the tree to land on his front this time, thankfully away from most of the pine needles, though a few still made their way into his skin from the impact. He scrambled, trying to lift himself to his knees while coughing up whatever had closed his throat in fear, but the Hollow beat him to it. Something hard, rough, and impossibly large struck him in the side, causing him to fly off, rolling in the dirt and grass and pine needles, his sore and wounded skin stinging with every bit of dirt that seeped into it. His side hurt horribly, and for a second he entertained the thought he might have a cracked rib or two before the shock of the situation caught up to him again.
Whatever had hit him had just come down over his hands, arms and chest, pinning his elbows in a bent position, his hands next to his head while his arms were held tight to his body. Uryuu fearfully glanced down at the object that felt like it was crushing his chest and snapping his arms, to find that a tree had been placed on him. An uprooted tree; Uryuu's panic flew higher as he struggled harder, tears spilling from his eyes as he tried and failed to move the huge weight off him, only succeeding in scraping his arms and torso further against the bark. There was silence around him, and hopelessly, Uryuu prayed that Ichigo had regained control, that he had reigned in the monster who was about to kill him, but was met finally with soft footsteps and that quiet, heart stopping chuckle.
"You know. Pale skin and blood really mix well; turns me on quite a lot. I might have to save you for seconds or thirds."
The taunt caused Uryuu's body to shake violently; he couldn't mean what that implied… could he? The moment he felt hands on his ankles, he reacted suddenly, savagely swinging his legs out in frantic arcs, trying to get something to connect against his attacker, but the sudden grip that shoved his legs against the tree and raised his hips was almost as painful as the tree sitting on his chest. Uryuu yelped, trying to fight despite the pain as he looked up, trying to see what was happening now that he was completely vulnerable. The only thing he could see above the tree was that shock of orange hair.
Ichigo.
Something large and obtrusive suddenly slammed into his backside without warning, without preparation, and Uryuu could no longer hold back the careening wail that filled the woods, birds being startled from their resting places in the trees and taking flight, to do what Uryuu couldn't, and escape.
No, not Ichigo. Hollow.
The Hollow began an excruciating rhythm, making Uryuu gasp for air in between each one, fighting to stop himself from passing out at the pain that sparked through his entire form. He was on fire from the inside out, no parts of his body untouched by the menacing taint of the Hollow's playtime. Uryuu was scared, panicked, and distraught in ways he never imagined he would experience, but with every thrust Ichi- the Hollow made, with every struggle that only proved to hurt him more, he wondered why Ichigo wasn't resisting the Hollow.
Uryuu felt another quick succession of brutal thrusts, and a soft hum begin from the Hollow, momentarily throwing off his thoughts before they began again from the start. Why wasn't Ichigo helping him? Why didn't Ichigo resist? Uryuu looked up again, his glasses having all but fallen off his face again in the harsh encounter, and all he could see was that shock of orange hair. Ichigo's hair.
The hum of noise from his attacker floated upwards in pitch, becoming a heavily breathed moan. Uryuu threw his head back against the ground, with nothing to see but Ichigo's hair, trying to shut his eyes as hard as possible until he could see stars exploding in his vision. Everything in his body hurt and there was nothing he could do about it. The sob worked its way past his lips unconsciously as the quick, violent thrusts burned themselves into his body.
"Ichii-gooo…!"
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Uryuu's eyes slowly opened, blinking multiple times against the harsh light of the streetlamp overhead. His vision was blurred, his glasses just barely touching the pads of his fingers. He was laying on the sidewalk, his hand outstretched toward the shopping bag that had spilled from his hand when he fell. When did he fall? Uryuu's head pounded, and fighting back a headache he struggled to get to his knees, wincing at the pain that blossomed all around him. Almost like a flash what happened came surging back to him, bringing a frantic cry from his lips. Despite the pain, his hands flew to his body, his eyes widening in repulsion when he realized his body was still completely nude.
His eyes darted up and down the street, his first thought being if anyone was there to see his humiliation, and thankfully, there wasn't. His quick scan did show him that his clothes had been thrown next to the spilled grocery bag, and with trembling hands, he reached for his clothes, hastily slipping them on, hissing whenever the cloth rubbed and irritated open wounds or swollen flesh. It had to be a dream. It didn't matter that his body was bruised and shaking and hurting; it was all just a dream. An awkward nightmare he'd given himself when he tripped and knocked himself unconscious for half an hour at most.
No matter how frantically his mind whirled, he couldn't find a way to explain the results of said nightmare, especially with the pain in his muscles and the all-too-real, vivid images that refused to leave his brain, forever burned there in a brand of pure orange. Unable to stop his body's trembling, Uryuu managed to pull himself onto his feet, cursing as an excruciating pain throbbed its way through his left foot. With a yelp, Uryuu hopped to the side and glanced down at his still bare feet, horrified to realize his big toe and the one next to it were swelled up and almost purple, and in between the two toes lay a pine needle, imbedded in his swelling flesh.
Tears spilt over his eyes as he yanked the pine needle out, barely biting back a howl of pain from the motion. So it actually had happened then… there could be no denying the continual stack of evidence... Ichigo had raped him. Uryuu shook his head almost as soon as the thought made itself known to his brain; it wasn't Ichigo, it couldn't have been. It was all that Hollow who managed to look just like Ichigo, leaving nothing but an orange shock of hair burned into Uryuu's mind along with the pain and shame of what he'd experienced.
Attempting to calm his breathing and on the verge of more fearful tears than pained ones, Uryuu quickly gathered the items that had spilled from the bag and made his way back home without incident, sticking to the more well lit areas. It was only while he was standing on the doorstep that the thought froze his body; he couldn't let anyone know what had happened. Even without his Quincy powers, he couldn't let himself appear weak. No one needed to know he had a moment of vulnerability, and no one would ever find out. Even if they did, no one would believe him. As far as he knew, Ichigo had always been mostly in control of his hollow, and in the morning, his bruises would fade, his cuts would heal, and eventually, nothing of this night would be left to remind him or anyone that this night had ever happened to begin with.
Nothing but the shame and the horrific images burned into his mind.
Uryuu didn't sleep that night.