This chapter turned out a lot darker than I originally intended... I'd apologise but in a way I think its kinda hot to see Ichigo get so angry ^^

Also I apologise for my crap spelling. Word is a little bitch :)

I've never run quite so fast in all my life.

This is mad. Absolutely, utterly insane.

I'm gasping heavily, trying to inhale enough oxygen to feed my screaming muscles. Not to mention I'm on the verge of tears and running like a sprinter on cocain is doing nothing to calm my sobs.

But there isn't any going back now. I wish I wasn't such a stubborn person.

The hysteria doesn't seem to want to go away and I feel a jab of nausea hit me square in the gut.

I've underestimated how much is at stake.

But then I realise it really is too late because I'm suddenly stood in the middle of the sports hall, all alone.

Where is he...?

I hear a high pitched squeal to my left. My head snaps to the side and I eye a storage room door.

Grimmjow wasn't lying then, he really is fucking Nel.

I hear another moan followed by some filthy whispers.

"Fucking hell, Grimmy-Chan, fuck me properly! Get your fucking cock out..."

"I'm concerned for Ichigo", the doctors said. "A young boy of his age... I believe he is a lot more traumatised than we are lead to believe."

"Its not his fault." My dad speaks earnestly on my behalf, oblivious to the slight crack in the door and my brown eyes which peer through curiously. "His mother's only been gone a year. He's bound to be angry."

"Well, that's obvious enough." The Doctor speaks slowly; his face creasing into a frown. "But if he doesn't find a way of expressing said anger in a non-destructive way, then I believe it could lead to some quite dangerous behaviour."

I open the storage room door.

There they are - she is bent over some dusty gym mats and has he knickers around her ankles; he is stood behind her, hands on his belt and ready to undo the buckle to fuck her spineless.

"Ichigo?" Grimmjow blurts my name out in surprise, but then freezes when he registers the expression on my face.

"Huh? Hunny, why are you stop-?" Suddenly the skank notices me. She hastily pulls her pants up and goes red with anger and embarrassment. She takes a step towards me and is shouting at me about how rude I am and how I should knock first-

My hands are on her throat.

Her knees buckle and she rasps noisily. Her hands grab onto my fore arm and she digs her nails in. I shake her slightly.

"Shh." I whisper. "Stop moving, stop talking. I'm not going to kill you, but if you're not out of my sight in three seconds, I can't be responsible for what happens-" I squeeze her throat slightly. "-to your skinny little neck."

I let go of her and for a split second she doesn't move; then she tears from the room with a sob.

I couldn't care less.

I turn to Grimmjow.

I'm not entirely sure what to think right now – its probabaly because of all the ruptured blood vessels in my brain. I'm apoplectic with rage.

I dont know what kind of expression im wearing but Grimmjow looks genuinely terrified.

"Ichi-"

My fist is sinking into his jaw before I can even register the swing of my own arm. I pick up a cricket bat and the colour drains from his face. He looks like he's about to piss himself.

I sort of wish he would.

I swing the bat into the fire alarm on the wall next to the storage room door.

Instantly water pours from the ceiling and a shrill ringing fills the air.

I toss the cricket bat away and turn to look at Grimmjow again; his eyes are wide in confusion.

"I dont want to be interrupted." I tell him.

Then I walk forwards, hook my arms under his and drag him into the storage room, slamming the door behind me.

The sex is akin to rape.

After I've bitten and licked half the skin off Grimmjow's bones, he begins to tug at my clothes frantically.

There is no lubrication, he doesnt even manage to come. Its even painfully tight for me. I dont get much pleasure out of it. But I need it and he doesnt stop me.

When the pain becomes to much, I stop, pulling myself off him.

I crawl a short distance away and watch him pull up his pants. There's blood on the floor.

I swallow thickly.

I might just have to courage to go and kill myself now.

When he's fully dressed he gingerly sits on the concrete floor and pulls a trembling hand through his sweaty hair.

"So," He says, his voice much clamer than I could have predicted. "Do you like me?"

It's then that I realise; we fuck around and mess each other about, but Grimmjow is probabaly the only person in the world (stupid enough) who would still want to be friends after I've essentially just raped him.

He turns to look at me, his sky-bright eyes seeing right into the very depths of who I am.

"No?" He queeries, raising a blue eybrow; laughter creeping into his smirk. "Then do you love me?"

I start shouting, feeling a little bit betrayed.

"You know I do, you fucking dick! You always make me do everything-!"

But before I can really get mad, he pulls me into kiss.

Thats all it is; a harsh meeting of the lips. I remember our first kiss was just like this, lips tightly sealed shut. We were too afraid to open up and taste the other. It wasnt unitll I finally found the courage to kiss him properly-

However thats just it, ist it? It's always me. I'm always forced to make the first move. It's almost as if...

I pull back, licking my lips and tasting Grimmjow there. I look at him and notice something quite unnerving reflected in his cerulean irises.

"Grimm," I say quietly, caging his face in my hands. "What are you afraid of?"

This chapter is supposed to feel wild and disjointed and please bear in mind that Ichigo doesnt really have a handle on things; he's too angry.