Pairing – Grim and Ichigo.
Wrong Orphanage.
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He hated this place, hated hated hated.
Backwards was the only direction Ichigo could go, forced by the crowd of sick fucks that always taunted him. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, his mood couldn't be fouler.
They always did this to him, always, always always always.
A cold stainless steel worktop bit into his back as his feet reached their furthest point. There was nowhere else to go; nowhere to hide today. He's already been chased through the darkened orphanage to this point.
Their faces showed that tonight wasn't going to be the beating. Although it might turn out that they'd do that too. On each of the three faces looking at him, they wore smug, leering grins.
The biggest of course was on Grim's face, cos he was the meanest mother fucker in his hell hole.
Ulquiorra was a follower who worshipped the ground their 'master' worked on, stoic little fucker usually, but even in his eyes there was a hunger Ichigo couldn't miss.
Lastly, was the one who probably calculated this whole thing, Szayel. Mean manipulative shit that seemed to know far too much about the staff's working patterns.
Ichigo wouldn't have put it past the three to have been fucking the evil bastards who ran this place. Aizen wasn't called 'master' for nothing and he doted on these bullies that kept his order.
The nightwear hardly hid his body and it was cold tonight. The thin cotton top was too small and rode up his thin form, his saggy pants were holding on by the oldest and worn elastic. His bare feet pushed back as far as he could go, the kitchen unit he was leaning on would lend him no further escape and he knew he was royally up the pooh creek.
A chuckle slipped out of Grims bared teeth. He liked the bravado this kid always put up, pretending to be a big shot with a big mouth that could fight his own battles. He'd stayed a loner in this place and that was always a good thing for him and his pals. It was a tough call for the lanky streak of piss that there had been no room at Seireitei Orphanage but thanks to an unfortunate accident they'd had a space come up and he'd been shoved in here at Las Nochas instead. In contrast to that pissy place where they had to wear a black uniform and were automatically enrolled as cadets in a military school, here they were given the lessons of the street and learned to take the hard knocks that their lives would take when they were going to have to leave.
"Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy Birthday to meeeeeea. Happy Birthday to me." Grim sung low and if possible his grin turned wider with each step he took towards the trapped kid. Grim and his amigos were turning 18 tomorrow, this was going to be their last night here. Apparently Aizen had two friends who he ran another business with. The kids here were cherry picked to become his minions and he'd pay them for doing shit like this. Life was going to fucking ace.
In a night of celebration, two or three drinks later, they thought that the sleeping red head would make a perfect last night present. Aizen and his cronies were off for the night and the bastard on duty had drunk one too many of their beers and was now passed out in the office. Ichigo had no one to save him, not that anyone would. Even if they played a little naughty game with him.
Ichigo tried not to flinch as Grims hand reached his chin and held him tightly. Szayel took his left wrist and Ulquiorra the right. His clenched fists were useless now against their strong hold, but he'd learnt that to fight only made it worse for him.
"Happy birthday to me." Grim whispered the song quietly as his leering lips moved closer and closer to Ichigo's. "Happy birthday to me. Happy Birthday to meeeeeea. Happy Birthday to me."
Ichigo turned his head at the last moment with bile and disgust rising in his guts. Grims lips latched onto his cheek, his mouth opening and that long tongue left a trail of spit across his face and into his ear. Teeth sank into his earlobe and a knee into his groin.
Ichigo panted painfully, but he refused to cry out. They weren't going to get to him, they weren't!
Grim licked the blood on his lips and chuckled sinisterly. His sharp fingernails scraped over Ichigo's skin as he raked the pyjama top up wards and left it snagged over his head. The three boys smiled at each other as their captive squirmed at the red welting marks Grims fingers left as he ran them over the bared torso. Pin pricks of blood appeared to decorates some of the markings especially around the boys nipples where Grim twisted them ruthlessly. Ichigo tugged at the hands holding him but they wouldn't budge. He began to kick out with his feet, but Grim kicked him in the knees, so that the kitchen was filled with sobs and the sounds of cracking bones and way past the point Ichigo could barely stand if the goons weren't holding him up now.
With a silent agreement between them, that was no more than a nod of Grim's head, they pulled his shirt down his arms and used it to keep his hands bound together. He was rudely flipped around and laid chest down on the cold steel worktop. His pants turned to grunts of resistance as his damaged legs still tried to kick out and fight back. Their movement was halted by his pants being dragged down past his buttocks and one hard heel based kick to the back of his knee joints.
Ichigo went to scream in pain but Ulquiorra slammed his head down into the surface, cracking his nose and dazing him.
"Scream around this bitch!" He hissed and Grim watched impressed as the emo boy shoved a carving knife like a bit between his teeth. If Ichigo made a fuss now, he'd cut his face and mouth up. There were times that Ulquiorra's ruthlessness chilled even Grim to the bone, but right now, he wanted to laugh; his friend was a genius.
The bared arse seemed to glow in the night's light. The pale moon reflected off the kids skin and Grim ran his hands over the two prefect mounds momentarily over awed by their beauty. His groin was leaking already and he was so hard he could fuck to morning.
His thumbs dug between the globes prising the two apart and revealing the little bud that had him almost pissing in his pants. Fuck he was so hard. So fucking hard.
He spat and let the globule of drool puddle at the hole, he grinned as his head ran through it and gasped at the virgin heat that surrounded his tip as he breached the first wall of resistance. That little inch of delight drove all thoughts of anything else from his mind and he groaned animalistically as he rammed the rest home.
Oh this was it, heaven. Heaven heaven heaven.
It didn't matter to Ichigo where the pain was coming from, it could have been any part of his body. He just registered the pain all over and total helplessness he was drowning in. The pain was continual with peaks that flashed through him with each of Grims stabbing lunge into his body. He wailed, he cried and bit without care onto the object in his mouth. The knife dug in, it stung, it hurt too. Blood was choking him, dribbling and pooling in his mouth. It hurt to swallow, it hurt to cry out, it hurt to move his head. But it hurt less that Grim. With everything they'd ever done to him, this was worse.
It was bad, so bad... so bad.
All thoughts of this not getting to him had been forgotten the moment he had been turned around. Panic and fear had been far louder and insistent. Tears and whimpers fell without check.
Grim watched his cock bury itself over and over inside the perfect ass. Blood gurgled around him now and he was mesmerised. The hand that has sat flat on his victims tailbone, slid down further so he could press his thumb into the hole too. The flesh tore to allow the extra space and Grim soaked up the higher pitched grumbles coming from beneath him. His digit pressed onto his rock of flesh and he let his head drop back as a low grumbling moan left his chest.
This was so hot. So fucking hot. Hot and fucking brilliant.
What was the point in willing partners? This had taken his breath, the sounds, the atmosphere, the blood. Better, so much better like this.
So close now, so fucking close.
His body slammed home faster and faster, his other hand fisted Ichigo's hair and tugged him upright. Ichigo screamed as this knife slid across his tongue and clattered onto the worktop. Grim's fingernails dug into his chest ripping the flesh around his nipples and he gurgled out painfully.
He wanted to die quickly right now. Just die and be done with life.
He wanted it over and over and over.
His fingers grasped the cold work surface, the tips touched the knife's handle. There was no thought, no preparation, just action.
The three assailants had no time to counter the move, no time to avoid it. But it took only a second to happen.
Knife gripped tightly in his hands, Ichigo found a surge of power that pushed him with knee bones grinding, around to face the three, the knife held at arms length slashed across the two arms of Szayel that had been holding him down, across the abdomen of Grim and lastly buried itself deep into the chest of Ulquiorra.
Silence. Drifting on, seconds seeming like years.
Panting. Pain. Darkness.
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"He shouldn't be here." Soi, the orphanage matron hissed yet again as she stood next to the manager. They looked out the window at the sunny gardens and the children running around the large grassed area. One child sat alone, in a wheelchair, his eyes blank.
"He should have always been here." The man had until now been a cheerful caretaker, now he felt guilty. He'd let down a child, not just any child either, the son of his dear friends. His fight to get Ichigo here had been too long and in the end too late. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks.
"He killed those boys!" That was a slight exaggeration, one survived to tell the whole tale.
"What do you think he's going to do now Soi?" The voice was tired and free of its usual bouncy song. "He's mute, disabled and mentally scarred." They watched the little spit fire that was Rukia Kuchiki sister of another orphan approach the wheelchair. She'd done this every day since the teen had arrived from the hospital two months ago.
Her size was tiny compared to his. Her little hand patted his knee to gain attention. As usual nothing happened, he just stared on into the garden as if it were a blank void.
"Ya just gonna sit there all day?" She asked hopeful as ever. "Wanna play ball?" She put a ball into his lap and waited for his fingers to curl around it but they never did.
"Rukia." Her long haired brother stepped beside the chair. "Stop pestering him." He leaned down to flip the chair's breaks.
"Where you taking him nii-sama?"
"Into the shade, the suns too hot here." He pushed the chair to the shade of the blossom tree and sat on the bench beside Ichigo. His little sister followed and he let her sit at Ichigo's feet.
"Why's he like this?" She mused aloud. "He never moves, doesn't talk neither."
"Because he can't." Byakuya said looking at the small girl he adored and pulled her onto his lap. Her fingers caught into his hair and stroked at the long downy length.
"We'll look after him won't we?"
"Us?" Byakuya looked at her large puppy eyes.
"He's sad." Her intelligence surpassed her years.
Byakuya kissed the top of her head and wrapped one arm around her and slid the other into Ichigo's hand. "I know." His thumb brushed against the teens skin. They sat for some time watching the others until Byakuya realised that Rukia had fallen asleep. He sighed and looked at the pair he'd ended up caring for. "When I leave, I'll take you both." He whispered. "I'll see that nothing hurts you." He leaned his head against Rukia's.
The fingers he held twitched... tightened.
Byakuya looked at the chocolate brown eyes that for once were looking right at him. His breath caught in his throat and he tightened his hand on the other. He knew it right then, knew that he'd make Ichigo better.
His world wouldn't always be that dark.
It wouldn't.