The cat girl sprinted as fast as she could down the dark lonely road. Rushed thoughts raced through her mind and the scenery seemed to merge together as she whipped by.
The icy strong wind blew against her, causing her eyes to water and tears slowly started to spill and run down her exhausted looking face unwillingly. Her heart pounded heavily against her chest and her lungs ached in agony.
She was almost there. Just a little bit further.
Ichigo slowed her pace, trying to allow her lungs to take in more oxygen and her chest heaved in and out heavily. Her dry throat stung from the intake of freezing air and she started coughing uncontrollably.
A hoarse sound escaped her lips as she leant over, clasping at her stomach. Nausea overwhelmed her and she stumbled to the side of the road and threw up in the drain.
She felt weak, yet she couldn't understand why.
Wiping the putrid fluid away, she straightened up and continued to walk in the direction of her destination. What was all that about? She thought worriedly. Shrugging the thought away, her mind wandered to yet another problem, the new aliens.
It seemed odd to her that Kish had no idea of their sudden attack, or even their arrival. If he did then surely he would have warned her to keep her from harm.
Another thing that was weird was their choice of location and timing. Why would they attack the café in the dead of night when no one would be there?
Things just didn't seem to be adding up right, which started to make her worry more.
She turned the corner and came face to face with the café entrance. All the lights were off. Silence.
Walking up the path, she gripped onto her mew pendant in her pocket tightly, anticipating the right time she'd have to yank it out and activate the transformation. Creeping up the front steps she grasped the door handle.
Trying to keep her breathing quiet and steady, she opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Silence.
Weary of how much noise her feet were making as she walked, she slowed her pace and carefully made her way across the dining area. As the cat girl got to the centre she stopped abruptly. A shiver travelled up her spine as she heard a deathly noise come from the kitchen.
The sound of sharp metal grinding together.
Her heart pounded in fright as the noise continued in a rhythm-like flow, screaming in her ears. Gulping and taking a deep breath, she slowly walked forward and winced inwardly when broken glass cracked under her feet, alerting the intruder that she was there.
But the sound did not stop its rhythm and the intruder did not appear to challenge her. The tense silence remained, along with the dreaded sound that chilled her to the bone. It intimidated her greatly.
My friends need me.. I hope it's not too late. The red head's mind screamed as she walked towards the kitchen, not bothering to hide her presence any longer. It was obvious the intruders already knew she was there.
Slowly, she kicked open the door so she could see the entrance to the kitchen properly. It was all clear. As she stepped inside, her eyes darted in the direction the noise was coming from.
Their sat a young man, in the corner of the room. Moonlight shone through the open window, lighting up the lower half of his body, but his face was still masked in darkness.
"W-who are y-you?" She tried to control her voice and appear strong but her nerves were causing her voice to shake uncontrollably.
The man let out a dark cackle and stared at her face that looked ghostly pale in the white light.
"You should know." The blade stopped moving and the café descended into a fearful silence once again.
"R-Ryou? W-what are y-you doing!? Is this your idea of a sick joke!?" She asked, afraid of the answer. He slowly stood up, leaning forward so she could see the twisted expression gleaming onto his face.
Her legs felt heavy and weak and her body was beginning to feel faint. "Ryou!?" She forced her body to step back and he stepped forward.
The knife shimmered in the moonlight and she swore she could here the echo of the terrifying noise that shook her body. The man took slow steps towards her, running the blade across the worktops as he went.
"Ryou! What are you doing!? She repeated in fright and quickly backed up. Her back hit the wall.
Her eyes glistened with tears and she quickly lunged for the door. Unfortunately Ryou was quicker. Grabbing hold of her, he pulled her back and roughly shoved her against the wall again.
She let out a startled gasp as he crushed their lips together and squared his body up against hers, almost as if moulding them together. She let out a muffled scream and attempted to push him away as he continued to kiss her resiliently.
Breaking the kiss, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him and he drew the blade slowly across her cheek and watched as the crimson liquid flowed down her face.
She winced and bit down on her lip to stop from crying out and more tears spilled from her wide orbs and stung the painful gash that spread across her cheek. The sadistic man stared at her, satisfied by her reaction.
"I will make you enjoy this you traitorous little bitch."
Reaching inside her pocket he snatched her pendant, threw it to the floor and crushed it under his foot.
"And that is what I'm going to do to you after I've finished fucking you!" Her eyes widened even more and she struggled against his vice-like grip.
"R-Ryou! Stop!" She pleaded; but her pleas fell to deaf ears.
Putting the blade onto the table next to them, Ryou continued to violate her. His hands roamed over Ichigo's body and slipped up her shirt and into her bra and his fingers started to tweak roughly at her rosy peak. His other hand travelled north and up her skirt and began to rub her bundle of nerves. She struggled against him, afraid that she'd give in.
Biting down hard on her lip, she suppressed a moan as he slipped a finger into her entrance. His thumb continued to brush against her sensitive pearl and his finger penetrated her damp cavern.
"You will scream my name," he hissed in her ear. He bit down hard on her collar bone and her teeth dug deeper into her lip. She tasted blood.
The cat girl felt her body start to go limp from the approaching pleasure rush. Tilting her head back and to the side she caught sight of a shimmering object smeared with her blood on the worktop.
The blonde frowned and brought his unused hand down hard across her face. "Look at me!" He demanded angrily and grabbed her chin and forced her head facing forwards again.
The rapist continued to kiss down her neck and pleasure her and she could feel herself reaching her limit.
Then an idea hit her. "Aaah… R-Ryou… nnnnn" She moaned seductively. The blonde continued to leave bruising marks all down her neck. Her hand reached up slowly and fumbled on the worktop, but the nearing orgasm was blocking her senses and clouding her thoughts.
She panted heavily and her hand made contact with the handle as she came.
Tilting her head back she felt her rush of fluids leak out of her opening and around the blonde's hand. "Good girl," he smirked and mockingly praised her and kisses her roughly on the lips again, licking up all of the blood.
Closing her eyes tightly Ichigo struggled to gain focus again and kissed him back to distract him. He pulled his head back and looked at her in question.
"Bad boy." She whispered, then swiftly plunged the blade into the man's side then drew it out again quickly.
He stumbled away from her, eyes wide and mouth agape. He dropped to his knees, shocked at the sudden searing pain where the blade had sliced through the edge of his flesh.
Lifting his top up, he inwardly sighed with relief when he realised that the blade hadn't hit and critical body organs and he pulled himself up again, using the support of a nearby chair and glared evilly at the girl who stood in front of him.
Ichigo, grasping the dangerous weapon, quickly fled the café.
