Chapter 3

Silence filled the air between the two people, in the small room. Ichigo stared at the girl, before him, shocked at what had just filled the air. All his life, he always believed that vampires would never exist in a world like this. He always hear about them in myths, books, and movies, but not in real life. He never knew that such a popular culture would exist. But something really bothered him. It wasn't the fact that she was a vampire. It was that she was being nice and caring. To him, she didn't seem like much of a threat. "What's wrong with that?"

The girl looked at him, stunned for words. "W-What?" Moka stuttered, not sure how to answer. "You...don't..." she trailed, not knowing what else to say.

"I never knew that a vampire could actually exist, so I can't frankly say that I hate them. To be completely honest, I usually thought that they existed in movies and myths." he explained to her. "And besides..." he started, before looking at her dead serious. "...you don't really look like a vampire to me."

"I can reassure you that I'm one-hundred percent vampire." she told him, with a serious look. "And I have something just to prove it."

Before he could ask what she meant, he felt something tickle and sink into his neck. He felt his eyes immediately go wide, when he saw what was happening. Moka, the girl he saved, had her mouth clamp onto his neck. Finally waking up realizing what was happening, he quickly pushed her off. "What are you doing?!" he yelled, touching the side of his neck. He was surprised, when he didn't find two little holes like he expected. Instead, he strangely found a pink kiss mark. 'Strange. It's actually not that bad.' he thought, examining the kiss mark.

"I-I'm sorry for what I just did. I was only proving that I was an actual vampire." she apologized, feeling ashamed and abashed for her actions. "I might a well take my leave, since I have no reason to stay any longer..." Making it her final words, she went to get up, only to feel a hand on her shoulder.

"No. You're not going anywhere with the condition you're in. Vampire, or not, you're still a person who is in need of help and I just can't throw you out, just because you're different." he told her, with determination in his voice. "And I wouldn't live with myself, if I did that."

Everything was quiet, until the girl suddenly ask. "Why did... why did you save me?"

Ichigo didn't answer immediately; he frowned slightly and pressed his hands together. His eyes strayed to the floor, then up to meet Moka's again. She was still crying, though her tears had slowed and she was trying her best to wipe them away with her sleeve; more just kept coming.

"What do you mean?" he questioned, looking at her astonished. This time, she looked away, instead of giving an answer. "Are you saying, you didn't want to be saved?" Moka was silent again. She said nothing as Ichigo stood to his feet and turned to the door. "I ... I'll check back in a bit to see if you're alright. Need anything?" Moka silently shook her head. The expression on her face seemed emotionless and pained "Alright then..."

She felt cold. Unbelievably cold. Everything around her was dark. She couldn't see a thing, not even a glimpse of light. All she saw was a half-way, lit, gloomy room. She felt like she was being chained down, like she wouldn't be able to escape. She felt like she was wearing next to nothing. It felt dark, gloomy, and scary that it even made her feel scared. She didn't know what was going on around her, but she did know for a fact, that it wasn't good.

She flinched, when she heard the door open and shut, followed by a few footsteps. "Well, well. Look what we have here, boys." chuckled, a dark male voice. She carefully scanned her eyes around the room, to find the person who spoke. Her eyes widen in fear at who she was looking at. There, stood a guy, with brown hair, slicked back, a dark sinister smile playing on his lips. He stared at her, with lust in his eyes, along with his friends. She instantly turned her head to the side, when he leaned over her. She shuddered, when she felt his hot breath on the nape of her skin and neck. "You really are beautiful." he whispered as he licked her cheek, making her flinch. He grinned and slid his fingers up her body, along her neck and across her cheek. She shivered from his cold fingers caressing her body. She didn't want him touching her. Not ever. She gasped in fear, when he pulled out a knife. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you. But if you start something...I might just have to." he said, tracing the knife along her skin, making her shiver even more. She let out a yelp of pain, when she felt the knife penetrate her skin, drawing just a little blood. "Goddamn it." he cursed, setting the knife aside. He turned to one of his pals. "You got a lighter on ya?" She looked at all of them, slightly confused and curious about why they needed something like that. Before she could even think about it some more, she felt something wrap around her mouth, tightly. "We can't have you screaming. Now, what would the students and teachers think?" she continued to look at them, confused. She instantly knew what, when she felt something hot and cold at the same time, burn into her side. She screamed in pain, tears leaking out of the sides of her eyes. They were burning her, like she was a stick or something. She continued screaming and crying, even though they were through roasting her. "Oh please. Woman up, you're lucky I didn't split you open all the way." he scoffed, throwing the lighter aside. She watched him take the knife back in his hands, before pressing the tip of the blade against the thin string of fabric between her bra. He cut it, and her bra fell open and released her mounds of flesh.

She continued to cry. She felt their eyes burn holes into her, and tried to keep herself perfectly still, to avoid exposing herself any further. She bit into the cloth, refusing to make a sound. But she realized she had no control, and despite herself began to tremble. However, she knew that him and his friends of all people, didn't have any interest allowing any modesty. She gasped as he cupped her with his free hand, feeling his fingers dance lightly over one coral nipple, circling his thumb over it, making it instantly hard. "That's right," he encouraged, "make noise for me." He pressed her nipple between his fingers very hard, but did not release. She thrashed in pain, her teeth sinking further into the cloth. She felt him trace the knife towards the remaining cloth on her body. She shook her head back and forth violently, her eyes shut tightly. She felt him release her. "Don't close your eyes," he growled threateningly. "Look at me. Look me in the eyes. I want to see your humiliation." He pressed the sharp blade against the front of her panties. "I said 'Look at me', damn it." However, she didn't look at him. She refused to. "Fine then, we might as well have our way with you." Her eyes shot open, when she heard that sentence. She shook her head, as a sign of telling him that she did not want him to. But of course, he didn't take no for an answer, when he ripped the last remaining clothing off of her body. "I'm going to enjoy this," he whispered in her ear, causing creepy shivers to go down her spine . And then the horrid moment came…he entered her. She screamed out in pain.

Moka's body shot up in the light of the room. Her breathing was shallow, tears drenching her face, her body drenched in cold sweat, all over. Moka slammed her face in her hand, letting herself cry. After finishing what she had to do, she ran a hand through her hair, making sure that she was fully awake. She didn't know why she'd have this kind of dream...about something that bad happening to her. "Wake up, Moka. Just wake up... You're not in Kyoto anymore... and never will be..." she whispered to herself. Before she could do anything else she had in mind, she heard a loud voice boom through the house.

"GOOOOOD MOOOOOOORNING, ICHIGOOOOOO!" she flinched, when a very loud crash was followed behind. She carefully trudged to the door, trying to ignore the pain that was barely in her body. She leaned her ear against the door. "I still have a lot to teach you, my son! You didn't avoid my kick!"

"Damnit, old man! How many times do I have to tell you, don't try to hit me, when I'm asleep!" yelled the other voice, followed by a loud crash.

"Well, it's not my fault that you're never alert, especially when you're asleep! What's the matter with you? Didn't I teach you anything at all?!" yelled the fatherly voice.

"Me?! You're the one that's always stalking me everywhere I go and attacking me out of nowhere! I'd say that you ought a get your head examined. Don't you think I have a right to have a little space, after all I've been through yesterday?" As the sentence was finished, silence filled the empty space.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" the fatherly voice asked.

"What do you mean? Thinking about who, exactly?"

"You know. The girl, you saved from that hollow a few days ago. How she holding up?" Moka frowned a bit, slightly confused of what a Hollow" meant. For some reason, she wondered if was some kind of monster.

"I'm not sure, to be exact." the voice answered truthfully. "I can tell that she's physically okay, but..." the voice paused, before speaking up. "...she looked emotionally distraught and bothered. She looked depressed. She didn't even seem grateful for being alive and well..."

"What do you mean by that, Ichigo? Did the girl say about why she was depressed?"

"Yeah. Last night, she asked me why did I save her. It was like she was telling me, that she didn't want to be saved. She looked miserable... and abandoned." Ichigo explained.

"Have you even tried finding out, who, or where her parents might be?"

"I thought about it, but she told me that she didn't have any parents, nor knew about them, since she was at least five. It shocked me, that she told me, she didn't have anyone to look after her, since the day she was born."

The other voice let out a scoff of disgust. "Some caring people they are, then. Who in the hell gave them the right to be parents, anyway?" the fatherly voice asked, with anger in his voice. "We better go check on her and see how she's doing."

Hearing everything clearly, Moka quickly scurried back over to the bed. Instead of just lying down and pretending to be asleep, she just sat there, trying to look relaxed. As she heard the door creak open, she turned and saw Ichigo, along with another man, who looked to be in mid-thirties, or forties. "Well, well. Good morning, Miss Sunshine." The man greeted with a smile. Moka gave a smile, for her own sake. "My name is Isshin Kurosaki and your name is...Moka, right?"

Moka gave a nod. "Yes. That's right, Mr. Kurosaki."

"Moka..." Isshin repeated, liking the sound of the name. "Very cute name, I would say." the man chuckled.

Moka blushed in response. "Um... Thank you, Mr. Kurosaki. That means a lot to me."

Isshin nodded in response. "You are very welcome. So, Moka, how are you feeling this morning?" he asked.

Moka seemed hesitant for a while, but spoke up. "I feel a little dizzy, but I'm okay."

"Is your shoulder still in any pain at all?"

Moka shook her head. "No. I don't think so, Mr. Kurosaki. I feel perfectly fine."

"Ok then. And if you don't mind, Moka; call me Isshin. Mr. Kurosaki makes me sound old." the man chuckled.

Moka gave a slight nod. "O-Oh...okay then. Sorry." she apologized, not wanting to sound rude. Before she knew it, she was back to answer questions about how her health was, than a few days ago.

"Well, Moka, I'm going to need you to answer one more, important question for me." Isshin said. Moka gave a nod. "Moka..." he started, his voice sounding serious. "...from what my son told me, it seems that you've been homeless, since your childhood and had no one to look after you." Moka's face dropped into a sad expression, knowing fully well that he was right. "Is that really true, Moka?" Isshin questioned, in a soft manner. The girl gave a solemnly nod.

"Yes. I'm afraid so. When I get better, I'll leave as soon as possible. I promise, you won't have to see me again." she assured, with a pleading expression.

However, this didn't sit well with Isshin, nor Ichigo. "I'm afraid that won't be necessary, Miss Moka."

"What do you mean?" she asked, slightly confused.

There was silence for a while as Isshin looked at his son, for a moment, before turning his attention back to her. "You see, I can't just throw you out on the streets, just like you're trash, you know. I'm sorry, but I'm just not that kind of person. Neither is my son." Isshin gestured, looking at his son. "Moka, you are a very nice and sweet girl, but I'm not going to throw you out, just because you think you're not worthy of us to stay in this house."

Moka stared at the doctor, stunned and shocked to say anything else to reject, or anything. "I-I can stay here... for a while? I don't have to..." she trailed, not being able to find the right answer to fill in the blank.

Isshin reached out and petted her on the head. "You can stay here as long as you want, Moka. You don't have to pay me, or anything else in return, if that's what you're thinking."

Moka casted her gaze at her hands, that were resting in her lap. 'They're willing to let me stay here? Even though they know that I have nowhere else to go?' Moka looked at them with a faint smile. "Will you let me stay here, until I at least get better?"

Isshin couldn't help but give a soft smile. How can he possible say no to someone, who has been through a lot of grief? "Of course. Like I said, you can stay here as long as you want, sweetheart."

Moka gave a faint smile in response as she watch the doctor stand up and leave the room, only leaving Ichigo alone in the room with her. Ichigo stared down at the girl, who had a smile on her face. "Thank you."

Ichigo smiled as he walked out the door.

"You're welcome."

There's chapter 3. Sorry it took me so long to update, I just had problems figuring out how to write this chapter and all, I promise I'll do a quicker update next time.