In Prison...

As ichigo walked home he felt as if his head was spinning. But if could be the blood loss...he wasn't quite sure. From the time he began walking home to the time he actually got home he had experienced several emotions.

First he was nervous for causing such a ruckus at Hueco Mundo..if his dad were to find out he disobeyed his rules and went into the forbbinden land he would be in alot of trouble. And since when does a Prince get introuble?

Then he felt brave. He figured... fuck it.. i cant do what i want. Im marrying a crazy stupid controlling girl. I have the right to do as i please.

After a bit, he began thinking of rukia and feeling a little upset. How could she not tell him Kaien was cheating on her? Did she even know?

When he arrived home he was feeling happy..and quite dizzy. Happy cause he was home from a long walk from a place he could hardly remember..and happy cause.. well he was home now.

He pushed open the door and lazily walked in. He was so tired he had even forgotten the cut that was now drying. Just as he imagined walking up to his bed he was stopped.

"Ichigo."

He turned around with a yawn. "Hm?"

It was ishida. He was twisting a towel in his hands and fidgeting. Sadly he looked down at his feet.

"My Prince," He began. "I have some devastating news." Ichigo leaned against the banister and sighed meaning 'hurry up' "I.." Ishida froze and just stared at ichgo.

"I..?" Ichigo asked.

"Your nice clothes! The hell were you doing?!" Ishida roared.

Ichigo nodded. "I see your cranky. Ill just go to sleep." He turned around and awkwardly walked up the stairs.

"Princess Orihime tried to kiss me!" Ichigo froze and slowly turned to ishida. "And, she may have succeeded."

Ichigos mouth dropped open just a bit. Was he to be mad? He didnt care for her..so why did he still feel betrayed? He turned away from ishida and continued his journey to his bedroom. Did he even care? He opened his bedroom door.

She was in his bed. Hugging the pillow her head rest on.. his pillow. His bed. Ichigo chewed his bottom lip and watched her sleep.

"Orihime." He watched her stir. Then considered she was awake but just ignoring him. Which made him angry. "Orhime!" He stomped over to the bed and looked down at her 'sleeping' form. She pulled the pillow closer and inhaled its scent. Ichigo shuddered.

He grabbed the bottom of his matress and used his strength to lift it up. By doing this he watching with mad eyes as Orihime rolled off the bed onto the floor with a loud thud.

He eyes shot open when she hit the floor. She glared at Ichigo as she pushed herself up off the floor.

Ichigo was breathing hard. He didnt know why. "Did you kiss Ishida." He said

Her jaw set as she stared back at Ichigo with the same kind of hate. "No."

"Liar!" He yelled. "You goddam liar!"

She wasnt effected by his temper at all. Instead..she got brave. "And if i did. What are you going to do about it."

Ichigo scoffed. The nerve on this bitch. "Get out."

She laughed and her fire hair bounced. "I dont think so."

Ichigo walked around his bed to face her. "Excuse me?" She was much taller than Rukia...so he didnt have to look down so low. "Im not asking you."

His hands shot up and grabbed her shoulders. He squeezed and could she fear in her eyes, so he used it. He roughly spun her around and pushed her on the bed. He climbed on top of her pinning her hands beside her head. Her blue eyes stared up at him. Then he was scared. What was he doing? He released her wrist and stepped back shaking.

Her wrist were bloody. But it made him shake harder when he realized it was his blood and not hers.

"Get out."

She sat up on the bed and looked at her wrist. Then at him.

"I said GET OUT!" He screamed. He grabbed a glass from off his dresser and pull back aiming for her. But he couldnt find it in himself to release. So instead her held it in his hand.

Orihime watching the glass.. she watched it warp into his fist until it shattered. She jumped. Slowly Ichigo brought his hand up to his face to examine the remains. It hurt...or..it shouldve hurt. He couldnt feel it. He couldnt even feel his feet, or anything. Orihime's eyes began to water.

Ichigo backed up to the wall and slowly slid down. He pulled his knees up to his chest but never looked away from his hand. What was wrong with him? He felt... he didnt even know.

"Kurosaki-kun..." Orihime knelt down beside him. "Are you okay?"

Ichigo looked up at her. His throat tightended...and his eyes watered. He squeezed his fist together and hung his head.

"Kurosaki-kun?" She reached out and shook him gently.

Ichigo broke. He started crying.

Orihime looked around. What would she do? She watched Ichigo cry harder and blood drip onto the floor. She panic and ran to the door.

"I need help!" She screamed. "Somebody!"

Ichigo looked down into his lap and tried to stop himself from choking. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. He was In Prison. He couldnt go here, he couldnt go there. He had to do this and do that. He couldnt marry her but had to marry her. He was in a box and sufforcating to get out.

The door swung open wider and in stepped Isshin and Ishida.

"Ichigo?" Isshin dropped down to look at ichigo who wouldnt meet his eyes. "Son what happened?"

Ichigo looked at Orihime and Ishida. Then at the ground.

"Son." Isshin looked down at his wounds. "Ichigo..you need to go see Unohana."

Ichigo shook his head saying 'no'.

Isshin sat down beside Ichigo and looked at Ishida. "Please..leave...and close the door."

Ishida nodded and grabbed Orihimes hand. "Come on Princess." And they left.

Ichigo's crying had slowed and quieted to tears. But he refused to look at his father.

"Ichigo." Isshin wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He hugged his son.

They didnt speak. Because what do you say to someone when they cry. If you really think about.. they are sad.. and what could you possibly say that can make them stop. Sometimes you dont need to say anything. Sometimes you just need somebody to listen to your crys. What else could they do?

After awhile Ichigo had fallen asleep leaving Isshin alone in the master bedroom which was once his. He thought about his lovely wife. He loved her dearly. He knew if she were here, ichigo wouldnt be feeling lost.

In the middle of the night. Ichigo had woken up and crept to his bed. His father was on then floor sleeping. He walked to the bathroom and turned the water on in the bathtub. He closed the door and began unbuttoning his shredded shirt. Then he began unziping his pants and pulled those down feeling sore in his back.

He turned off the water and sat in the tub. In a matter of minutes the water had turned a light red. He then started scrubbing the dried blood off his body.

He needed medical attention. Badly. In the process of cleaning himself he remembered sending renji home in a worst condition. And this, this made him smirk. What was Rukia doing he wondered.

xxxx

Rukia dabbed a towel into some water and began wiping Renji's face trying to rid him of blood.

He let her.

"Renji. Why?" She whispered.

He looked at her but didnt answer.

"What will you say when Nii-sama sees this?" She asked.

Renji turned to Rukia then leaned forward trying to catch her off guard. But Rukia saw his actions from the moment they became thoughts. She turned her head aside and stopped assisting his injuries.

"No. Renji dont do this."

Renji turned away."What is it about that prick that you like so much? He's rich.. has power..he can get anybody he pleases..and he wants you. And you seem to want him. Why?"

Rukia's hand dropped from his head and she shook her head. "I dont know."

"God! He's so spoiled! He can have everything and anything! And he has to have you!" Renji mumbled.

Rukia pushed up off he bed. "You know renji." She sniffed and wiped her nose. "Clean yourself up!" She threw the towel into his lap and walked out the door.

She walked to her room passing Kaiens on the way. Rukia sat on her bed and began crying.