Alright, here you go guys. I can't even explain how frustrated I was while writing this chapter. I would advice any of you with sensitivity to non-consensual lemon, should skip the first 'Rukia's POV' of this chapter. All those who ship IchiRuki, this couldn't be pleasant for you guys but it gets better. I promise.

Rukia's POV

I peaked from under the shed. I had not felt anything but I was almost sure he would come. It was like a gut feeling and in our world your gut was supposed to be your natural risk determiner. I listened for footsteps and kept my mind on the alert for any traces of his reaitsu, that would either be flying around uncontrollably or concealed impeccably, and of the two, the latter was more likely.

I leaned against the pole that held the roof of the small should-have-been-a-bike-shed up. Tears threatened to leak but I couldn't let them. I choked back on the urge to sob and rocked back and forth, my arms wrapped around the small of my body. I pressed my head so bad on my knee that I could feel the bone through my skull but still the pain felt like it was not even worth noticing. I wanted to cry. Wanted to cry so bad…..

I let my eyelids droop over my moisture-deprived eyes. Was it possible to get an urge to cry? Cause I sure was getting one. I let my tired brain loll off to the sounds of the cars honking their horns on the distant crossing. My vision trailed my fallen gigai once. It lay in the corner, after I had discarded it. I allowed myself to approach the certain dark patch in my mind that had been left untouched for way too long. I felt its tendrils expand in my conscious as Sode no Shirayuki slowly drew me to sleep.

I am not sure what woke me up. But my eyes opened to gaze into a pair of deranged ones, with amber iris and dark black cornea. I felt mine widen as Ichigo's Hollow grinned at me. I scrambled for my sword but he pinned me down, holding my wrists close to the sides of my body. He loomed over me. The small shed fit us just smugly and right now he was straddling me. "What do you want?" I cried as I struggled against him but he was just a bit too strong.

"Who are you talking to princess, me or King?" he smirked.

"Ichigo!", I screamed.

"He cannot hear you, princess. Or even if he can, there is absolutely nothing he can do to help you tonight."

That was when the precise sense of impending doom dawned on me. Ichigo's inner Hollow was in control of his body. He couldn't possibly be up to any good. He won't let me reach my sword. Even if I did, there was no way I could fend him off. And there was no one to help me.

Shit!

I started struggling vehemently and he just laughed off all my attempts. It angered me even more to see how helpless I was and how cocky he was being about it. My arms were pinned to my side and my legs were trapped under his, my knees locked in place by the sheer weight of his thighs. I couldn't reach my zanpakuto, which was strapped to my waist. Neither could I fire a Kido without aiming at him. All I could do was cuss and call him names, which I was putting all my heart and mind into.

"You fucking bastard get off of me!" I screamed as I tried in vain to bend my knee and hit him. He just chuckled. I wasn't getting anywhere with this. I tried to twist every possible part of my body in every possible angle but they refused to comply, that and his weight over me locked me in place.

He leaned down, his lips abrading the side of my jaw bone. I stiffened as I felt his harsh cold lips against my skin. A shiver of anticipation ran down me as he just remained there skimming my jaw and enjoying me writhe. "You know princess, King feels so many things for you. Wants to do so much to you….. things his heart and subconscious relishes in but his conscious will never allow him to. This is why he seeks me to accomplish all of that for him, for in me he receives freedom from the judgment of others. And I will gladly fulfill his desires.

"You haunt his dreams and nightmares, both and you don't seem to go away. He wants to do things like this to you….." My eyes widen as I feel his white knuckles hit the opposite side of my jaw. Hard. The impact jarred my skull and made my teeth chatter in my mouth. I bit hard on my tongue and feel a bitter liquid leak in my mouth. The blood from my tongue. I wince but do not scream.

"But at the same time, he wants to do this…." He leaned down and finally brought his hovering lips to rest on my skin as he trailed downwards. "And so much more." He leaned up and smirked. "Without your permission."

I gasped at the meaning, and immediately was consumed by an urge to roll over and start coughing but since he won't let me move, I leaned back and spat the blood in my hair. The coughs chafed my throat on their way out and it hurt so bad I just wanted to collapse in helpless sobs. But of course, that might as well just be because of the things that have been happening all day today.

His next move alienated me further. He hooked a finger under my sheath and tore it away from my belt, hurling my sword away. Had it been naked, it would have burned him since he didn't own it but it was covered in the leather casing so it did no harm at all.

His maniacal laughter rang in time with my screams and thumping heart beat. "I hope King enjoys this." If all that had happened didn't, his words broke me. I knew that strawberry was a fool, but…..had he really wanted this all along. I felt my head droop as my arms fell limp along my sides. If he would have released them, he would have realized he didn't need to hold me down anymore.

All of a sudden, I was so…numb.

I felt tears escape my eyes and trickle down my cheeks, disappearing down my neck and into my blood and mud soaked hair. Some part of me rejoiced that I was finally crying. I had been strong for way too long. Was this really how my best friend saw me all along? I just wanted to escape now. And I was willing to die if that was the only way out.

What did I have left anyway?

I groaned in pain as his fingers danced over the patch he had punched me. Tears were overflowing now. I felt my shoulders hunch but he didn't mind as that would not hurdle his purpose. He leaned back and watched me for a few moments. Then his tongue slicked out of his mouth, dangling over his lower lip. "Are you crying, princess?" He threw his head back and laughed. That only triggered more sobs.

He carefully lifted his hind off of me. I could take this time to escape, except that he still had my arms pinned and I couldn't find the will to. He drew my arms over my head and pinned them above me under one single palm, holding them at bay. He reached toward his pants hem with his now free hand, a deranged smile on his face.

I closed my eyes as the pressure in my chest increased. I searched my mind for that dark spot but it didn't seem to be in there. I was aware of his breaths and could make out the distant honking in greater detail now. I was dangling between consciousness and lack of it, waiting to be embraced by my inner world. It was far, far away from my reach. I let a tendril of my consciousness reach towards it and prod it. 'Please…..' I begged.

'Rukia.' I heard a helpless sounding female voice call out my name.

I felt the weight of a body collide against mine, then the world went blank.

Ichigo's POV

I woke up to the unfamiliar feeling of discomfort and soreness. I raised a hand to rub my eye in an attempt to drown out the sleep. My mattress felt softer than ever today, only that it seemed shorter.

My hand reached down to scratch at my thigh through my pant as I tried my level best to force my eyelids open. They seemed heavier today. I noticed how the sun shone brighter than it did in my room, and how it was hotter…. And how I didn't feel cloth covering my thigh.

I was naked.

I sat up, alert. The first thing my eyes met when they opened was another pair of purple ones. I recognized them immediately as they stared back at me. Only they lacked their ever present sparkle, or the hint of annoyance they always held, they seemed so dull and dare I say, lifeless.

My eyes travelled down to the midget's face that was set in a perfect mask of indifference, or what was supposed to be that, for her face clearly showed how tired she was. Her eyes were red-rimmed, like she had been crying till she ran out of tears. The steady line of her lips drooped on its edges, pulled down by weariness. Her cheeks sagged and the side of her face was stained with dried blood.

The moment I beheld her, my memories came rushing back to me.

My eyes widened in horror and I scrambled off of her, grabbing the pair of jeans I had discarded earlier last night. I felt like clawing my eyes out and ripping my hair into shreds as I watched her lay there, her lower uniform torn and ripped in the most undignified places. Tears brimmed in my eyes as she watched me with her dead looking eyes. They had lost their sparkle. Her mouth opened and her lips curled around the word weakly before delivering it to me. "Why?"

It was such a small word but it was miraculous how much pain it could cause me. My tears spilled out on my cheeks as I lunged forward to grab her but she cringed away, as if contact with me would sting her. It broke my heart into pieces. I lowered my eyes, trusting the hair I had allowed to overgrow to conceal them in shadows. Nothing happened for a few minutes. She just lay there. Eventually, her sobs entered my ears but I dared not look at her. Slowly her sobs turned into screams of frustration as she pulled at her hair and screeched at herself for ever trusting me. At times, she had to double over and cough and I knew that was all my doing.

After about half an hour, she staggered up on her feet, disoriented. She went and picked her zanpakuto. That was the moment I chose to look up at her and I did not see the girl I had known. The girl who was broken to the point that she had no tears left for her. The girl who screamed at herself for being so weak not because she actually believed it, but because that was her only respite cause she couldn't bear the fact that someone she loved had hurt her. The person I saw was cold and held back and with condescending eyes, instead of tired or sad ones. Her gaze swept over me as she clipped the sword to her belt and left, leaving her discarded gigai to stare at me as I broke down behind her back.

Rukia's POV

I reached Urahara's shop to find the two small kids fighting as usual at the door, while Ururu at least tried to sweep. When she caught sight of me her mouth started to move, but then she stopped and turned to the doors instead. She threw them open in a flash and ran inside, with the red-haired boy that always reminded me of the older red-haired man following after her all for the sake of following.

By the time I was in front of the door, a worried looking Urahara and Yoruichi were already on the threshold. A start for those two, but oh well.

"Rukia?", Yoruichi questioned as she came towards me.

"Will you please open a Senkaimon (I so don't know if I spelled that right) for me, to the Soul Society?"

"Of course Kuchiki-san but what…" Urahara began but he was interrupted by a death glare from Yoruichi. I was incredibly grateful to her for that. "We will. Come inside for now."

She placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me further into the back of the shop. I smiled gratefully but I do not know if she noticed. She allowed me to wash my face and clean the blood from my hair and gave me some spare clothes to change into while they repaired my uniform. It was a normal human t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She waited behind the door while I changed. I stepped outside once I was ready and handed her my torn uniform. I had never seen the motherly and concerned side of Yoruichi Shihoin but it was clearly something I wanted to preserve for myself.

She told me to go into the room, which had a futon set up for use, and wait for her. I followed her instructions, indulging myself in observing the small details of the room as I sat with my legs folded beneath me. Anything to keep me from thinking back on yesterday.

The clothes were extremely comfortable and my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the futon. It was like it was set here as a tempting trap because it wasn't there when I first came. I got up unsteadily and winced at how sore I was, then I wobbled to the bedding and collapsed gratefully in it, with a soft sigh. I kept running a narration on the last Hollow I fought to keep my brain occupied till she entered.

I tried to sit up when I saw the doors sliding open and Yoruichi handed me a glass of juice, much needed refreshment. Then she forced me back down into the comfortable embrace of the silken sheets as she sat by me in silence for a few minutes. The lack of conversation bit me in my but because I knew the questions would be coming soon and this anticipation wasn't helping. Finally, she decided to satisfy her curiosity.

"Something happened, Rukia?"

"It did." I tried my best to remain blunt and monotone.

"Mind telling me what?"

"Yes."

"Have a problem if I coerce it out of you?" the corners of her mouth twitched up in a much more familiar smile, easing her lips of their slight pucker. She cocked her head to the side. I was confused if this was a relief or not.

"Yes but you can try."

"Hmm… let's see. Does it involve Ichigo?"

"Yes."

"Began last night or has been going on for long?"

"I like to think last night but things suggest otherwise." I wasn't going to answer any more questions.

"Did it range from a fight or are you still not sure what fueled it?"

"I do not know but even if I knew I won't tell you. I can't talk about this anymore."

She cocked her head, as if to think. After a few minutes of terse silence I turned on my back, away from her. A minute passed in silence, then she said, "Did he propose you incorrectly?"

That forced a mirthless laughter out of me. Tears began to cloud my vision and black spots started to appear in my head, inviting me to unconsciousness. I wasn't surprised. I was at Urahara's. My laughter turned louder and wilder as I fought against the tempting offer to just let it go. My survival instincts had awakened now and I wasn't going to just fall asleep. I was surprised at how hollow my voice sounded as image after image from last night surfaced in my head. Tears started spilling out but the continuous involvement of my throat elsewhere held the sobs at bay. My stomach seemed to be flipping though I had had nothing but the juice but it might be the reason behind the flipping for all I knew.

My laughter grew hoarse and sounded forced. Till my hysteria strengthened and I started crying, bawling into my hands. "Rukia?!" I heard a worried call and someone shook my shoulder but I couldn't see them. I was back in last night. I let out a piercing scream, so high-pitched I couldn't recognize my voice as all the pain and hurt crashed over me again in a fit of madness and desperation. I clawed at my face but someone forced my hands away.

I managed to at least threaten to kill him before I allowed whatever drug they had put in the juice to draw me to sleep.

I am feeling so sorry for her. -_- I am proven evil now. But the plot needed it. Anyways, tell me how you liked it guys? Please?