Title: Bleeding Strawberry

By: BloodyTears87

Warning: Yaoi, Violence, Abuse, Language

Summery: After years of abuse from his father Ichigo finally brakes free, only to end up on the streets. Soon he is found and taken in by Byakuya Kuchiki who tried to help the timid teen threw his emotional problems.

Note: This is a rewrite of Shiraihime Fuyuki's fanfic Bleeding Strawberry. Thanks for letting me write this!

Chapter 2: Strawberry without a Home

Ichigo sat on the riverbank scrolling through his contacts list, trying to think of who he could call. No one was coming to mind however. The carrot-top didn't keep a lot of close friends and the ones he did have would just question him. He had never told them of his father's beatings or their fights; some things were just too personal. He knew there was no way he could ever tell one of them that he was almost raped either. It just wasn't something he felt he could talk about, at least not with someone who knew him.

"Maybe I can just sleep out here for tonight and figure it out in the morning," Ichigo sighed to himself as he flopped back on the grass letting sleep take him.

Ichigo had already been living on the streets for three weeks now. He had stayed at motels for a few nights but he lacked the funds to do it every night. His father was still trying to get him to come home. The teen refused however. His sister Yuzu thought he was staying with friends. Only Karin knew the truth, though he hadn't told her about the almost raping. His sisters were safe with their father even if he himself wasn't. There was no need to turn them on their father. Yuzu just wouldn't understand and Karin might beat the hell out of goat face. It wasn't worth it to Ichigo; he couldn't break up what was left of his family.

The nights were starting to get cold. Karin had met him at the park with his warmer jacket and a bag of his warmer clothes as well. It was on a particularly cold night, when he was sleeping in an alley way next to the dumpsters that he was found. Ichigo opened his eyes to find a couple of drunks leering at him.

"He ssssure is purdy," one of them slurred. The other nodded his head in agreement before yanking Ichigo up by his collar. Normally the teen would have beat the shit out of them but he was half asleep and hadn't been eating well so he was feeling a little weak. Ichigo grabbed the hand that was holding him in an effort to get the drunk to let him go.

Byakuya Kuchiki was taking his nightly walk enjoying the fresh air when he heard a commotion coming from an alley way. Normally the noble wouldn't bother himself with things such as petty street fights. He was just going to ignore it and keep walking when he heard yelling.

"Get your hands off of me!" a male voiced yelled.

"Shh, my pretty I promise it won't hurt too much," another more gruff voice hushed.

"Oi! I said stop!" the younger male voice yelled again.

At that Byakuya decided this wasn't a simple street fight and headed into the alley way. There stood too obviously drunken men holding down a teenage boy. The first thing he noticed was the strikingly orange hair. He had never seen such a color before and wondered if it was natural. Shaking himself from his thoughts he realized one of the drunks was talking to him.

"Hey! I sssaid get losst we saw em' first!" one of them slurred. Byakuya looked disgusted at the display.

"I suggest you leave," the noble advised.

"As if," the other drunk muttered. With that Byakuya took action grabbing the drunk's wrist and bending it upward making him release his hold on the teen.

"Ay' let em' go, you asshole! Or I'll kick ur assss," the other drunk yelled out.

"Do you really think you can follow through with that threat," Byakuya stated un-phased by the threat.

"Why you!" the drunk yelled pulling out a pocket knife and running at the noble. In that instant several things happened:

The teen yelled out a warning to Byakuya, the drunk with the knife went flying into one of the buildings and a loud snap filled the alley as the other drunk's wrist broke almost effortlessly.

"Fuck this brat ain't worth it!" the one with the broken wrist yelled before running off with his buddy close behind him.

Once they were gone the noble turned his attention back to the boy. He looked unnaturally pale and was visibly shaking. Byakuya watched as the boy tried to sit up. He wondered if they had roughed him up that badly before he arrived or if the boy had something else going on with him.

"Thank for the help," the teen said as he finally got to his feet. The noble watched as he picked up a small duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder.

"Did you run away from home boy?" Byakuya asked.

"Heh, something like that…" the teen said vaguely.

"You should go home," the noble said. "You're too weak to be on the streets." The boy looked pissed to say the least. He turned his angry face to Byakuya.

"It's none of you business! You have no idea what my life is like!" he growled out before turning to leave. The noble saw it before the boy himself did; he rushed over as fast as was dignified and caught him just as he passed out. Seeing no other option since he didn't even know the boy's name Byakuya decided to bring him home. Maybe he could get some information out of the teen once he work up.

"Ugh…" Ichigo moaned as he brought his hand to his head trying to ease his headache. "What happened?" he murmured before opening his eyes too look around.

He noticed the room he was in was far from the ally he had been sleeping in the last few nights and it was far to lavish to be a homeless shelter. Suddenly the night's events came flooding back to him. He was attacked and that man with the long black hair had saved him.

Just then the bed room door clicked open and in walked the man from the alley. Ichigo looked at him confused.

"Where am I?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"You, Ichigo Kurosaki, are in my home. I am Byakuya Kuchiki," the man said. Ichigo wondered how this man knew his name when he was sure he never said it.

"I found your ID in your wallet," Byakuya told him. "I intended to see if you matched any missing persons reports but no one has reported you missing."

"Of course they wouldn't," Ichigo said mostly to himself like it was obvious that a parent wouldn't be looking for their child. "They knew exactly where I was."

"I don't understand why you would rather live on the street then home. Can you explain this to me?" Byakuya asked. Ichigo heaved a heavy sigh, he really didn't want to explain his past to this stranger but it was the least he could do. The man did help him twice now.

AN: I know I left you all hanging again sorry. I didn't want to make the chapters too long since I'm working on a several other fics now too as well as some of my own original stories so please bear with me. Thanks for everyone who reviewed! You guys are awesome!