~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~ (Uryuu's POV)
That night, Uryuu sat on the side of his tub, trying not to tremble as he picked the tinier shards out of his legs and fists. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, all he could feel was pain and shame while he tried to dig out a rather small but irritatingly painful shard of mirror from his left knee. Had it tried to embed itself in his bone or something? Uryuu grimaced and growled softly to himself. After all, there was no one else to blame but himself.
He'd hit the mirrors. He'd broken the mirrors. He'd done this to himself. For a moment, Uryuu stopped and put the tweezers down on the bathroom sink, and ran his hands through his hair, pulling the strands away from his glazed over eyes. But what was he supposed to do? He heard Ichigo correctly, felt the painful touch on his shoulders demanding that Uryuu follow orders. Yet, when he'd tried to escape, instead of punishment, it was Ichigo's befuddled face and worried questions that bombarded him.
He'd been unable to process the information then, so like a coward he'd turned around with his tail between his legs and took off, leaving Ichigo, his friends, and the carnival in the dust. Stupid. It wasn't like being alone helped him to process the information any better, though he did have to admit he was a little calmer now that Ichigo wasn't constantly lurking around every corner. Or had he ever really been?
Uryuu's grip on his hair tightened, and he had the insane, frustrated thought to just take a chunk and rip it out of his skull. Even that pain would still probably be less than the pain he'd suffered at Ichigo's hands. With a shaking breath that he was trying so hard not to let turn into a sob, Uryuu picked the tweezers back up, determined to finish his work and go straight to bed. He had just brought the head of the tweezers below his cut skin, grasping for the sliver of mirror, when a quiet 'Thump' from outside the bathroom door startled him. He managed to catch the sliver, but yanked it from his skin while throwing the tweezers at the door, his startled gasp turning into a stifled cry of pain.
For a second, the noise was forgotten as he pressed on the wound and tried to mentally tell himself it didn't hurt, but his paranoia was what finally made the pain go away. There were now more noises, sounding like footsteps and heading angrily his way. Uryuu's body stiffened painfully, and in that moment, he was frozen to the edge of the tub. Panicked eyes flew to the door handle, only partially relieved to find it was locked, especially when the handle began trying to turn.
"Uryuu..."
Ichigo's warning voice growled out, and Uryuu's breath caught in his throat. He'd gotten in again, and was here to punish him for his disobedience earlier, which meant more pain and more rape. Terrified, Uryuu launched himself off the side of the tub as Ichigo began banging on the door, trying to break it down. His fingers shakily opened the medicine cabinet, hoping he would find something he could use as a weapon.
BANG. BANG.
Uryuu flinched heavily with every loud noise coming from behind him, only to feel like someone had knocked the wind from his chest when he heard Ichigo call out,
"Stop fucking around and get out here!"
It was all Uryuu could do to stop himself from falling to his knees, his knuckles white from gripping the sink. He stared into the sheet he'd placed over his bathroom mirror, trying desperately to bring air back into his lungs as blood pounded deafeningly in his ears. But it wasn't loud enough to drown out the softer, but still shouted,
"That's it. Don't say I never gave you a chance."
"NO!" the scream tore its way past Uryuu's throat in the same fashion the hiccup almost destroyed the last sylible of his terrified response.
His hands let go of the sink and he fell onto his ass, breathing erratically, only to scoot backward toward the tub, his eyes frozen on the door as he screamed again,
"NO! GO AWAY!"
His answer was a pause in noise outside his door, and for a split second, Uryuu allowed him the hope that he'd convinced Ichigo to leave him alone. Those same hopes that were shattered like the mirror when a final, louder noise burst open the lock on the door and it swung out to slam into the wall behind it. Uryuu's eyes squeezed shut, his hands coming up to protect his head as his legs curled up toward his torso. He knew it wouldn't help much, but the trembling in his body was making it difficult to move any other way, and the angry footsteps were already coming toward him.
Uryuu was getting dizzy from hyperventilation, and he could feel tears pricking at the edges of his eyes as his muscles tightened painfully so. He knew Ichigo was going to hurt him. The way he sounded, what he'd already said... was he going to kill him? Would Ichigo just forget about whatever he wanted with him and slit his throat? Or was the death going to be as slow and torturous as the rapes were, if not worse?
The footsteps stopped in front of him, and Uryuu's mind went wild with terror. He could just see Ichigo leaning down, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him into the bathroom wall before taking him again and again and again, each time cutting off Uryuu's breath unless Uryuu made Ichigo cum. Uryuu could already feel himself starting to sway from the dizzy sensation and the prickly feeling warring with the bone deep pain in his limbs, his entire body trembling horribly.
Seconds passed.
A minute went by.
Slowly, Uryuu managed to gather up the courage to crack his eyes open and look up.
~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~ (Ryuuken's POV)
He had expected something more to be thrown at him, with the way Uryuu had acted last time. He had expected a heated argument, perhaps even a few thrown punches from the boy. He had expected a lot of different outcomes; just... not this one.
He kicked the door in only to find Uryuu curled in the fetal position against the side of the tub, his hands flying to his head to protect himself. His body was visibly shaking to an extreme degree, and his breathing was fast, heavy, and laboured. Not only that, but his trousers were pulled half way up his thighs, revealing several bruises, red and irritated skin, and puncture marks that looked freshly bloody. His hands were the same: his sleeves were rolled up about to his elbows and showed even worse signs of abuse and wounds.
Ryuuken was almost about to question what was going on when his eyes caught sight of the medicine cabinet, thrown open with a few pill bottles tipped over, and a sheet over the mirror on the other side. He let his expression completely fall to a stony position, and started forward. Uryuu continued trembling, and when Ryuuken stopped in front of him, he saw the boy finch, but he refused to look up.
With an inward snarl, Ryuuken forced himself to remain quiet, crouching down so that he would be eye level with Uryuu when he finally decided to open his eyes.
Seconds passed.
A minute went by.
Then slowly, ever so timidly, Uryuu's head lifted slightly out of the cradle of his arms and knees, and his eyes cracked open like he expected a demon to confront him. This thought only made Ryuuken narrow his eyes, and before Uryuu could register who it was before him, Ryuuken had lost all patience. His hand shot forward to grip Uryuu's chin tightly, lifting his face up to where the light would hit it better.
Uryuu's eyes widened, and as he finally recognized who had hold of him, there was a lot of fist-flailing that made Ryuuken finally let go, standing up to his full height to tower over the boy curled up by the tub.
"You have five seconds to explain yourself."
~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~ (Uryuu's POV)
Uryuu couldn't think; his entire mind was a series of panicked and wild thoughts that made no sense. Ichigo was pounding on his doors and now Ryuuken was standing over him, looking pissed off. What happened... and what was happening to him? Uryuu tried to take a calming breath, but his body wouldn't stop trembling. He stuttered and squeaked as he tried to answer Ryuuken, only to wince when his mouth wouldn't form the words he didn't know how to say.
How do you even explain such a situation? ... I was raped by our enemy, my body liked it, he's tortured me, and now I'm seeing him everywhere? Uryuu didn't have much time to dwell on the thoughts, however, because Ryuuken began speaking again, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Your time is up, Uryuu. It's eleven thirty at night; if you're not going to explain to me how and where you got the drugs, then I want you out of the house by seven in the morning tomorrow."
Ryuuken started to turn around, to walk out of the bathroom when Uryuu's mind finally caught up to the words he'd heard. With another, more nervous squeek of his voice, he called out,
"W-wait! D-drugs...?"
Ryuuken paused, but he really didn't turn back to face Uryuu, nor did he turn to fully face the door. He stood there looking at the open medicine cabinet, to which Uryuu followed his gaze.
"I'm not sure which one you're taking, but I know you're taking one. Psychotic episodes, dilated pupils, hallucinations, self-harm." Uryuu caught Ryuuken's intense, stern gaze in the mirror, reminding him of the stare Ichigo gave him when he'd done wrong, and it caused him to shiver and look away. "You did do that to yourself, didn't you, Uryuu."
It wasn't so much of a question, as it was a statement, and Uryuu remembered the wounds on his hands and legs, wincing with the memory. It was true, he really had done it to himself... So with a defeated tone, he mumbled out,
".. yes."
"So tell me where you got it." Ryuuken turned back to face Uryuu all the way, staring him down with a molten gaze that kept Uryuu looking everywhere but his father's eyes.
"I..." He started, only to realize he had nothing to tell him.
He wouldn't believe the truth even if Uryuu showed him the evidence. If he ever did believe the truth... heaven help him. So it was better to lie. Better to be 'impotent' and 'on drugs' than sexually abused. Without looking up, Uryuu answered softly,
"A few of my friends at school were showing the pills around. I took a few and took them the past few days. I'm out of pills now, and I really don't want anymore."
Uryuu waited for what felt like an hour before Ryuuken finally responded after turning back toward the door and heading out,
"Make sure you don't. Next time I catch you like this, you're living on the streets. I will not have a shameful wretch under my roof."
After a few seconds, the door to the bathroom slammed shut, only to swing open just slightly afterward. The lock had been completely busted off the door, and would need to be repaired. With a broken sob, Uryuu tried to lift himself off the tiles as quickly as possible. It had to be fixed. It didn't matter that he felt like he was breaking into nothing; it didn't matter that he couldn't tell his own blood that he was scared out of his mind, and it definitely didn't matter that he had just lied, keeping Ichigo out of the way of suspicion. Like they really were lovers and not enemies.
Tears mapped their way down Uryuu's cheeks as he moved shakily into his bedroom, looking for his wallet. It didn't matter that things were falling apart so quickly, it didn't matter that he couldn't sleep well anymore, it didn't matter that he couldn't eat well anymore. It didn't matter.
It didn't matter.
...
...
It couldn't matter.
Because no one cared enough to make it matter.