Pain. Pain was everywhere, licking at his flesh like flames bent on devouring him body and soul. Uryuu screamed, struggling to escape the blinding agony that only deepened with every movement. Was he going to die? His heart pounded erratically against his chest as he cried out for someone, anyone to help him, right before the pain exploded around him, and he was no more.

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

Uryuu shot up in bed, his breath hitched and a cold sweat dripping from his hair and forehead, glistening on his neck and shoulders. His room was cool, almost chilly with the night air that ruffled his curtains through the open window, but his flesh was overheated and his sheets soaked through with his sweat. He felt dizzy, lightheaded from the nightmare that had plagued him over the weekend. Every night, it was the same damn dream. Hurriedly, he flung off the covers and glanced at his bare foot, wrapped in gauze around his toes where the pine needle had gone into his skin. He shuddered carefully, trying to wipe the vestiges of the dream from his mind as his hands came to hold his head, resting them lightly in his palms for a moment. Just a moment, and then he would try to get back to sleep-

Uryuu's spine went ridged as his muscles reacted automatically, flinching himself away from his nightstand where his alarm clock had begun blaring its wakeup call. He had one hour before he had to leave for school; Uryuu forced himself to laugh at his situation. How stupid did you have to be to want to attack an alarm clock? With a shuddering sigh, Uryuu gave his face another, more forceful rub before leaning over to turn off the alarm. He kicked off what was left of his sheet and stepped into the bathroom, wincing with the weight put on his left foot. He wouldn't let it get to him, he decided with resolve, his lips twisting into a grimace. It was a one-time thing, and no one has to know about his momentary weakness, to a soul reaper no less.

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

Uryuu's day went fairly quickly, and he managed to keep the painful images and thoughts out of his head by concentrating on the day's studies. It was almost a refreshing turn of events by around the end of the day. He would go home, take a shower, and pour himself into his studies; that was the remedy for this disaster. But the day wouldn't let Uryuu go that easily, it seemed. Just as the school day ended, Uryuu stood lightly, packing his books into his bag and getting ready to head toward the door when he heard a footstep behind him. It was quiet, but not in a sneaky way, so when Uryuu turned to face whomever was behind him, he didn't expect the shock of orange hair to fill his entire vision, darkening the entire room and reminding him of branches crashing against his skin, of being held down by the weight of an uprooted tree while he…

Uryuu swung with his backpack, lucky the force of the swing kept his books inside instead of flinging them out toward unsuspecting students even as Ichigo ducked, barely missing having his head collided with. Ichigo's eyes were wide, and for a single second, all Uryuu felt was fear, waiting for the orange hair to spring at him and force him into the ground again. He managed to reign in the emotion however, somehow translating the fear to anger instead; better anger than anything weak, after all.

"What the hell?! Don't sneak up on me like that, Ichigo!"

Ichigo stood, his hand coming toward the cheek that would have been smacked if he hadn't ducked, as if he felt phantom pain, though his gaze was only confused as he watched Uryuu.

"I wasn't sneaking." Came his simple reply, which only seemed to infuriate Uryuu.

"Then… Don't just walk up behind me without any warning, dipshit!"

"Hey!"

Ichigo's outraged look fueled Uryuu's own anger, and for a moment they stood glaring at each other before Ichigo finally sighed, then laughed a little, causing confusion to color Uryuu's face.

"Look, I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang with me and Chad today. We planned to head down toward the river and practice for a while. Wanna come?"

There was the winning, Ichigo smile; like everything in the world was perfect, like nothing could ever hurt him, like he could never do any wrong, like that night had never-

Uryuu caught himself, sharply turning away without even zipping up his bag; he held onto his anger like it was a lifeline, clutching it tightly as he dismissively said over his shoulder,

"I'm busy."

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

With every step away from the school, Uryuu had to devote half his attention to not walking with a limp; his foot had begun to hurt again after his run in with Ichigo, and there was no explanation for it. He wished sorely for it to go away, but it didn't seem to want to listen to his commands. The other half of his focus was on his encounter with the orange haired male. He had seemed… normal. Or at least as normal as standards went with Ichigo. The problem was, he didn't even act like last night had happened; like he had no idea anything was even done to him. Uryuu shook his head, trying to calm his swirling thoughts. Of course he wouldn't have any idea. It was Hollow Ichigo, not Ichigo himself. It had to be.

A flash of last night sparked itself through his brain, of the light above him flickering into nothingness and the quiet and menacing 'swish' sounds that preceded his attacker's presence. Uryuu felt a shiver jolt down his spine as he quickly looked upward; it was still light enough that the street lamps weren't even on, the early evening sun shining on him as a beacon, a light that could never go out. While the thought made Uryuu feel slightly safer, he still felt the rhythm of his feet speed up, as he walked quickly home.

Before the sun set fully, Uryuu called out to his father, relaying his usual message of, "I'm home!" which was met with the equally usual response of silence. Uryuu had long gotten used to the pattern of uncaring from his father, especially once his powers had been lost. He was nothing. Nobody of concern at all. A grimace worked its way onto Uryuu's lips as he walked into his room, closing the door and setting his book bag down on the floor beside the night stand, only to realize its zipper was still open from earlier today. Giving a small sigh, Uryuu reached down and zipped it up if only for completion's sake before leaning his head against the door and sighing, closing his eyes.

It was hard to wipe the images from that night from his mind, but all he needed was a nice, warm shower to relax the thoughts away. Uryuu sat like that for a moment until a soft breeze tickled the back of his neck, the quiet shifting of his curtains bringing him out of his state. That's right, he'd forgotten to close the window before he'd gone to school today. Standing up and turning around, Uryuu forced himself to go and close the window before stopping dead in his tracks.

Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach, and he backed up what few steps he'd taken, his back pressing sharply against the door.

There, in the windowsill, sat Hollow Ichigo, that smug smirk playing over his pale lips as he watched Uryuu unblinkingly. Uryuu's hand shot out toward his book bag, grabbing for the strap as if he were going to use it like he had tried with Ichigo and brain the Hollow over the head with it, but the Hollow's voice stopped him from so much as moving an inch.

"Now, now. Try not to make such a commotion; you wouldn't want daddy dearest to learn his 'Quincy' son was being overpowered by a Soul Reaper, would he?"

Soul Reaper? But Ichigo was the Soul Reaper, and this was just his Hollow, not Ichigo. Not Ichigo, not… Uryuu squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the whirling of his brain when he felt a touch on his face; startled, he gasped and his eyes flew upward to find his vision filled with orange hair even as a powerful hand snaked its way over his mouth, breaking off any protest Uryuu might have thought to utter. His entire body seized up, remembering the horrible pain from before as his breath came quicker. For a moment, Uryuu thought he might become lightheaded from hyperventilating, but he knew he had to get a grip on himself. He was a Quincy dammit, powers or not!

Uryuu leaned into the hand, his jaw snapping open and shut in a single second, giving him a satisfied feeling as he heard the Hollow's sharp intake of breath. Uryuu felt the hand being tugged away from his mouth, but he made sure to hold on tightly, even bringing his hands up to the arm and gripping them as securely as he could, increasing the pressure of his jaw, trying to rip open skin. The Hollow cursed viciously, and Uryuu found himself lifted off the ground, only for pain to explode through his right temple, his jaw involuntarily letting up on the hand as he yelped in pain. His body slammed onto the ground next to his bed post, which had cracked and splintered from the force he'd hit it with.

Uryuu struggled to get up against the swimming sensation that bogged down his mind; his vision blurred for a few moments, and that was all the Hollow needed to return to him, lifting him off the floor and giving him several hard shakes, creating pain that blossomed in Uryuu's neck as it was whipped lifelessly back and forth.

"You don't bite the hand that can kill you. Daddy dearest ever teach ya that?" the orange hair spoke to him menacingly, but Uryuu was only half listening.

He needed to find a weapon. Some kind of … his eyes fell to the bedpost that had splintered, all but laying on its side, held together by a single sliver of wood. Without thinking, Uryuu reached out his hand in the midst of another bout of shaking and gripped the post, sending it with all his strength into the face of the Hollow, sharp side first. He was dropped unceremoniously on the ground as the Hollow hissed and sputtered curses, his hands flying to his face.

Uryuu could waste no time; he had to get out of the room. Find somewhere safe. Only problem was, his body didn't want to move; biting back a whimper at the pain of new and recent injuries, Uryuu forced himself into a crawl toward he door, leaving the sounds of the Hollow far behind him, where it sounded like he was never really there at all.

Uryuu was at the door now, his hand stretched outward for the knob; he had made it, he was free.

The wind was knocked out of him with a solid kick to his side, and as he crashed into his night stand, he felt his alarm clock jump off the table and spring down to hit him in the head, seconds before his vision went dark.

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

Uryuu slowly came out of his groggy state, trying to stretch off the nightmare to find his body twisted in a horribly painful position, his limbs unable to obey his commands. His eyes snapped open, his breath hitching fearfully as he pulled at his bonds; he was tied with his shirt around his left wrist and ankle and his pants around his right wrist and ankle, each to the corresponding posts of his bed, or what was left of one, anyway. It left his naked body open to the peering, looming eyes of the Hollow, making Uryuu whimper and try to shrink away as his head hit the base board. He couldn't move his head back, and was forced to either look at the Hollow, or down at himself, exposed and vulnerable.

He saw the Hollow open his own pants, freeing his hardened member from their confines as Uryuu shuddered, closing his eyes tightly, willing the nightmare to go away when he heard loud thumping at his door, startling him. His eyes flew back to the Hollow, who's lips had turned upward into a smirk as one hand's finger lifted to his lips, the Hollow's head shaking gently. It was the other hand's finger, however, that shoved itself roughly into Uryuu's hole without warning that made his entire body seize up, twitching and trying to scramble away even as he heard his father's voice, irritated and booming,

"Uryuu? What's going on, I heard loud noises."

Trying to concentrate, Uryuu's eyes pricked with tears as he forced himself to look at the door; it wasn't even locked. All his father had to do was turn the knob and he would see him in such a shameful state. He wouldn't even be worthless to his father anymore, he would be worse than that; worse than scum. Worse than dead. Uryuu was about to answer his father when a second finger entered him more roughly than the first, causing him to hiss in pain before he tried again, attempting to take all the strain out of his voice,

"N-Nothing. I dropped my glasses a-" his body went into a spasm for a second from the pain, but he caught himself a few seconds later, grounding out, "and hit my dresser t-trying to get them."

A third finger was added, and Uryuu accidentally let a squeak of horror filled agony slip past his lips before he bit down, hard, trying to stifle any noise. For a moment, his father said nothing, and as shameful as it would have been, he hoped with all his heart his father wouldn't believe him; would barge in and save him from this… this monster about to rape him all over again. Tears spilled over his eyes however, when his father's agitated voice floated through his mind.

"Whatever. Just stop making such a racket; unlike you, I have things to concentrate on."

That was that. Just like that, Uryuu's father was gone, leaving him at the complete mercy of the Hollow whose fingers were curled painfully against his prostate, three large fingers stretching the hole that had never been used until a few nights ago. The Hollow chuckled quietly, leaning forward to brush Uryuu's ear with his lips, whispering,

"Good boy. At least you have sense enough not to involve anyone in this. After all, no one's going to come to your rescue. Think of how they'd feel if you told them you were getting fucked on a daily basis by a Soul Reaper?"

He said it again; Soul Reaper. But he wasn't a Soul Reaper, Ichigo was. The only thing they had in common was their orange hair. That was the only thing. The only thing. Uryuu repeated it to himself, closing his eyes to try and shut out the words the Hollow whispered to him, but a few jabbing thrusts of the fingers in his ass brought him painfully back to attention, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

"They'd think you lost it, Quincy boy. No, you don't want anyone to find out about how you can't even defend yourself from lil' ol' me."

Uryuu hated to admit it, and almost refused to admit it, but the Hollow was right. He couldn't tell anyone. Not if he wanted to stave off those horrid looks of pity and disgust. He yelped again, biting his lip harder and managing to draw a bit of blood this time as the fingers began pumping into him with a rhythm that was hard to get used to, especially without any kind of lubrication, though with the pain that tore through his body with each movement, hopefully it would be easier to bare soon. Uryuu was almost to his breaking point, about to let out a sob despite his fear of his father finding out, when he heard the Hollow chuckle again, and the chilling words whispered,

"Especially since you get hard from this kind of shit."

Uryuu's eyes shot open, glancing down at himself in horrified fear, only to realize that once again, the Hollow was right. Somehow while he had been grappling with his thoughts, his own member had hardened despite the painful probing of the Hollow's fingers. This time, the sob wracked through Uryuu's entire body and he tried to twist his head away, only to be met with the same resistance from the base board as before. Very close to hyperventilating again, Uryuu slammed his eyes shut, trying to block out the images, but was met with an extremely painful burning as the Hollow hooked his fingernails into Uryuu's rectum and pulled out, tearing along the lining of his inner walls.

Uryuu's scream would have been louder if a pair of boxers hadn't been shoved into his mouth the moment his jaw opened. Muffled as it was, his entire body tried to jerk away, its movement heavily limited by the nature of his bonds. Helpless; he was perfectly helpless to this damn monster. Orange blurred in his vision as he once more heard the voice hiss to him, a pure demand that bespoke of consequences worse than what he'd just experienced,

"Watch."

Uryuu's eyes snapped fully open, afraid to even blink at the Hollow, his vision shaking severely as the Hollow's hands ran almost tenderly over his stomach, down toward his member, quickly deflating from the sudden agony he'd been put in. But then those fingers trailed down to his hole again, and the Hollow glanced up to make sure Uryuu was watching before four fingers were shoved in all at once. Another spasm of Uryuu's body and he was screaming, muffled in the boxers as he scrambled to get away from the Hollow, trying to stop the stinging, burning, ripping pain. But those fingers kept thrusting into him as he felt the under curve of his ass slapped, a new and just as horrible sensation leaping to the front of his overloaded nerves.

"I said Watch." Came the hiss again, startling Uryuu into returning his gaze down to where his body was once more growing.

It can't be right, he thought frantically. It's just a trick. This is all a trick…! He'd masturbated before, and he knew the feelings of arousal, and this certainly was not it! There was no reason for him to be getting hard, and yet the faster the Hollow moved his fingers… Uryuu was startled when he felt it; the first signs that he was getting close to an orgasm. His breathing became quicker and shallower, his eyes wider as he watched his dick swell without ever having anything touch it. He kept repeating to himself, 'It's a trick, It's a trick, It's a trick', but that didn't stop it.

The Hollow seemed to catch onto Uryuu's distress, finally pulling out the four fingers coated in blood, and gripping his own shaft, using Uryuu's own blood to slicken himself. Uryuu whimpered, from the pain, from the torment, from the loss- NO. His eyes closed again, his head shaking as he tried to snap the thoughts from his mind only to be met with a sickening slap to his face, twisting his neck at a painful angle before it snapped back into the only spot it could go. Uryuu's eyes opened again, focusing down his body, waiting with dread as the Hollow wasted no time in thrusting his hardened member straight into Uryuu's bloody ass.

Uryuu screamed again, his head trying to slam itself backward, away from the excruciating, intrusive feelings, only to have his ass smacked hard enough to leave a bruise again. Uryuu couldn't escape from the feelings as shameful and degrading as they were, for with every passing second he could feel himself coming closer and closer to that moment of orgasm. How could he even think of orgasming when this monster was the cause of it? Uryuu couldn't escape, and he couldn't do the thing much harm, but he wouldn't let it have the satisfaction of making him cum, he thought grimly, trying to focus on the pain rather than the pleasure of the large object repeatedly striking obsessively at his prostate.

It was hard to do while watching the Hollow's cock disappear inside him every second, he could hear the feral groans coming from the male above him, signaling that he too, was getting close. The rhythm became harder, more insistent, and Uryuu had to clench his hands tight enough that his fingernails bit through his skin and drew blood to keep his body from turning on him. Somehow though, somehow, he managed his goal. He felt the body above him shudder heavily, pushing deeply into him one last time and resting his head upon Uryuu's shoulder for a few seconds before he lifted himself up, glancing between the two.

When Hollow's eyes met his, Uryuu knew he had angered it. He was supposed to cum, and he hadn't. With the Hollow's dick still sheathed inside him, Uryuu gasped and screamed again when his member was taken roughly by one of the Hollow's hands; he started pumping at a hard, too quick pace that hurt as much as it brought Uryuu back to the edge. His limbs tensed as they struggled, his head pounding itself back into the base board of the bed, uncaring of the headache he was giving himself as he tried to focus on something, anything but what was coming. He didn't want it, didn't need it, didn't want it, didn't need it…

Seconds before Uryuu erupted, he felt a crushing blow against his dick that was the Hollow slapping him, hard enough to bring further pained tears to his eyes. He lay there, panting, so damn close to the edge it was sinful to not slip over now, but it was too late. Hollow withdrew from him, standing above him as he righted Ichigo's clothing and gave Uryuu a scathing look, hissing vehemently,

"I should leave you exactly like this; let your father or your friends find you used like a good whore."

The words made Uryuu flinch as his eyes shut firmly, trying to block out the intense hatred in Hollow's eyes before he jumped from the gentle touch of fingers to his cheek, startling him out of his thoughts as that same shock of orange hair filled his vision. It was only then that the voice began to sound even more like Ichigo than normal; spine chillingly so.

"But that would ruin the little deal we've got going. So hold still, and I'll get you right out of there, okay?"

Uryuu didn't bother to struggle this time; exhaustion had settled into his bones, barely numbing the everlasting pain that crept up his bones and filled his muscles with a heated ache that would take several days to get rid of. He sniffed as his arms came undone, and curled onto the floor as his legs came loose, his spine cracking and popping from being out of place for so long. His arms tiredly wrapped around themselves as he shivered from the feeling of wet, sticky liquid oozing out of his body, down his thighs and onto the floor, and also from the heavy chill in the air from the open window, the curtains billowing inward from the force of the breeze. Uryuu didn't get up to close the window, and he didn't realize when exactly Hollow left.

Uryuu didn't sleep that night, either.