A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it took me this long to post but my life was so crazy! This chapter's gonna be extra scandaliscious and I hope it compensates for my utter procrastination! (Dame Dame!) Oh also, this chapter is a little disturbing, no smutty stuff just a little blood and stuff but nothing too serious, you've been WARNED!!! So without further ado, enjoy the show! (and don't forget to R&R)

Ichigo walked into the dorm at around midnight, way past curfew, but he managed to slip through campus undetected. He had sat in that pool of water until it became too unbearably cold and he had to get out or he'd risk pneumonia. He had scrubbed his skin raw in an attempt to rid himself of Shuuhie's scent, but the ominous stench wouldn't succumb. He could still feel those rough, oppressive fingers pressing and gripping his skin, robbing him of the little pride he still possessed. All he wanted to do was forget, to never remember, but the delicate bruises that decorated his hips wouldn't permit it.

He slid the door as slowly and silently as possible, praying he didn't wake Renji, and was relieved to see he was asleep… somewhat relieved. He slid off his slippers and left them at the door and slid of his kimono top, wincing as the rough fabric brushed against raw skin. He walked tentatively over to the side of Renji's bed and sat beside his futon. He stroked Renji's unruly red tendrils and smiled as an unconscious scowl spread across Renji's tan face.

I wish it had been Renji… not Shuuhie, I don't understand why this happened. A few tears trickled from his eyes and he angrily rubbed them away as he stood up and slowly slid into his futon, whimpering in pain.

He was about to fall asleep when he spied something out of the corner of his eye; they looked to be roses, in a beautiful, glistening vase. The flowers themselves where black and looked velvety smooth, but the stems where red as the blood running through his veins. He sat up and tried to look more closely at the roses, seeing as Renji's bed stand was only about two feet away, he was able to read the small note left by the bouqet. It looked to be written on fine, expensive, and cordial stationary and said in intricate kana, "I suppose you where right."

Ichigo furrowed his brow and was thoroughly bewildered until he saw the test with a score of 110% on it. He smiled proudly until he thought to himself, why would someone send you roses for a stupid test? He looked back at the stationary and his blood nearly froze as he looked at the family crest in the corner of the stationary, "no." He whispered to himself, his hands shook as he turned off his bedside lamp, "Gods, no."

O.o

Renji woke up bright and early and didn't bother to say anything to Ichigo as he hurried off to find Shihoun in order to thank her. He was relatively surprised that he was dong so well in school, especially since he'd been seen as idiotic back in the Rukon. The only thing he didn't like about his life was Kuchiki, stupid cocky Kuchiki with his hot girlfriend and his hair tubes, what the hell are those anyways?!

His thoughts where cut short as he made it to his first period class, SHT and he spied the very woman he was looking for, thankfully not accompanied by Butthead-kuya. He hurried forward and tapped her tan shoulder, not sure how else to get her attention. She turned around with a flourish and he was shocked to see he was actually taller than her. "eeto… Yoruichi-sama, can I talk to ya for a sec?"

Yoruichi gave him a confident smile and played her hands on her curvy hips, she flipped her head and said in as intimidating voice as she could muster, "what do you want?"

Renji fidgeted a little, not sure how to say this he stuck out his hand and said, "thanks for the flowers, I really appreciate it and it must've cost a fortune but it shouldn't really matter to you cause yer so rich an' all." He finished his run-on sentence with a slow breath and an awkward chuckle.

Yoruichi on the other hand, didn't smile, "what--" but before she could finish her sentence, a tall imperious figure appeared before them.

Renji looked up only to be assaulted with a deadly glare coming from the eyes of whom else but Kuchiki Byakuya, "what did I tell you about speaking to Ms. Shihoun, bottom-feeders like yourself daren't speak to a noblewoman at all."

Yoruichi fumed and shunpo'd from behind Byakuya and leapt into a nearby tree, "I'm not a noblewoman you dunce, that sounds too prissy, I'm just a normal teenage girl!"

Byakuya sighed and looked up at Yoruichi, "Yoruichi, don't speak like that, and people of royal blood don't climb about in trees like that."

Yoruichi chuckled and transformed into a small, black cat, "but kitties can!" She pranced off, leaving her clothes behind.

Renji looked at the abandoned pile of clothes and looked at Byakuya, "hey, if her clothes are here, what'll happen when she transforms back into a human?"

Byakuya let on a rare smile and said with a cocky chuckle, "from first hand experience I know", he turned around but kept his head faced towards Renji, "she'll be naked."

;]

Ichigo woke with a start, ever since the incident in the bathhouse, he'd been plagued with nightmares of violation and assault, each resulting in Shuuhie receiving what he set out for, and today was no exception.

He climbed out of bed and massaged his temple, his back arched and his legs hanging limply over the edge of his futon. He stood up, completely naked, and walked into the bathroom, and stood before the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

His eyes where bloodshot, and his normally tan skin was pale and dry, he ran a hand over his cheek, gently prodding a dark blue bruise which had formed there.

Everything around him seemed to go blurry and for a moment it felt like he couldn't breathe.

A grip of hot, thick air strangled him and he lost his balance, his knees giving way. He fell to the cool tile, his kneecaps making a loud crack as they met the tile, his head hit the toilet seat and he vomited, choking on his own saliva.

His legs where throbbing, his skin had split and blood was dripping everywhere, but his mind pushed away the pain, he couldn't do anything now, so he just lay there and cried, until unconsciousness swept over him.

O.o

Renji felt his blood boil at the comment, "you shit-faced hentai! Yoruichi is the nicest person I've met here and I ain't gonna let you make her out as some slut!"

Byakuya smirked, "so then, what do you plan to do as retaliation?" The usual cocky smirk possessed his features and Renji couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm gonna kick your ass! That's how I'm gonna re--" Renji couldn't even finish his sentence before everything went black.

XoX

When he awoke he was on a stiff, cold cot that smelled of disinfectant, he was about to start yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs when a large, spiky, tangerine head caught his eye.

"Ichi—oh gods." It was Ichigo all right but not the Ichigo he knew. Lying on the cot at the far corner of the room was Ichigo, his skin was pale and dotted with bruises and his eyes where shut tightly. Both his legs where outstretched and wrapped securely with bandages which where beginning to soak with blood.

Renji attempted to stand but fell back feeling woozy, he looked down and saw a large blue bruise about the size of a grapefruit in diameter on his chest where some strong spell must have hit him.

He fell back on his cot and feigned sleep as he saw Hisagi stroll into the medical ward and look down at an unmoving Ichigo. Hisagi placed a hand on his chin and peered down at Ichigo, "man," he muttered to himself, as Renji strained to eavesdrop, "I knew I made him cum pretty hard but I didn't know I caused that much damage."

Renji was so surprised he actually gasped aloud, causing Shuuhie to spin around and look at Renji. Renji stood, albeit shakily and walked slowly towards Shuuhie, his eyes turning a blood-lusty red and his temple throbbing. He couldn't even think clearly, this man, no, this boy had touched his Ichigo in ways he had only dreamed of doing. He had probably forced Ichigo, hurt Ichigo, he was the reason his Strawberry was lying in that old cot, barely breathing and hardly moving.

Renji stood before Shuuhie, suddenly, his hand shot out and gripped Hisagi's throat in a death grip, Hisagi was took shocked to defend himself, and Renji nailed him hard in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose as the older teen fell limply to the floor.

Renji took one last fleeting look at Ichigo before staggering out of the room, clutching his chest as he dragged his feet through campus.

DX

"My, my, my, two fights in one day? This is truly the doing of a Rukongai mutt."

Renji lazily opened one eye and peered up at the imperious figure before him, as he slumped like a broken marionette against a large lotus tree.

Byakuya kneeled down and examined Renji, "dear, you seem to be in exemplary suffering at the moment. Am I incorrect?" he cooed, mockingly.

He reached out and began to undo Renji's kimono in order to examine his chest. "No," Renji croaked, "stop, don't touch me, I'll be fine." He made a feeble attempt at pushing Kuchiki away.

Byakuya gripped his hands, stilling his attempts and brought his face down close to Renji's. His lips ghosted so close over Abarai's he could feel the taller man's breath, "shut your mouth you insolent dog."

Renji looked up at him with a look unlike anything Byakuya had ever seen from the boy, not sarcasm, not loathing, but complete surrender.

"I don't want to heal you, I'm going to."

Watashi-no karada ima anata-no desu

A/N: sorry it took forever but I've been a little XP lately. This chapter is longer than others so wehee! Anyways sorry for the gore and saddy saddy boo hoo but you where warned! Reviews are pocky and that's all I really eat so unless you want me to die, REVIEW!!! ^^ thanks and stay tuned. Also I need a Beta, I really can't continue this without one and proofreading is too hard! So please! Thanks!