A Black Heart

So I had a heart attack thinking I was getting no reviews for the last chapter I posted, until I checked the junk folder for my e-mails and found unread alerts dating back several weeks…yeah I'm an idiot, but to be fair they never got delivered there when I first signed up.

Warning: My aim with this story was for Ichigo to be cruel, heartless and a downright bastard, this chapter will show a darker side than we've seen so far. Please stop reading now if you have a problem with rape (implied or otherwise) and underage drinking and drug abuse.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

"Normal speech"

'Inner speech/thoughts'

"Kido/Zanpakuto Attacks/Quincy Techniques"

"Zanpakuto speech"

"Hollow speech"

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Chapter 7:

When Ichigo had told her to dress nicely, she had almost immediately wanted to vehemently deny his request and remind him that they had to be on the lookout for hollows and thus couldn't take a night off to relax. Now though, she grimaced as she trudged behind him in a white pleated skirt, a black blouse that hung loosely from her left shoulder and a pair of black flats as they made their way to whatever destination he had in mind. She had to admit though; he clearly knew how to dress up as he strolled along with casual ease in a pair of royal blue jeans, a violet button up shirt and a black leather jacket, his leather boots echoing slightly as they travelled the city's streets.

As they rounded a corner, she could make out a large group of people lined up outside a door with the name 'Tings and Times' flashing in green neon lights above it. Feeling him brush up against her, she almost jumped in surprise as he slipped his hand around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

"Relax and let me do the talking okay," he whispered to her as they got closer and closer to the door. Bypassing the line completely, he was given a discreet nod from one of the bouncers before being ushered inside.

Once inside, Rukia's ears were assaulted by the screech of a pair of electric guitars, their cries giving way to the concussive beats of a drum. Looking ahead she spied a band in the distance, the artists barely visible through the throng of fans in front of the stage. Feeling a tug on her arm, she blindly stumbled after Ichigo as he was led by a waitress with short, spiky brown hair, a scarlet miniskirt and sleeveless black top to a raised section of tables alongside the right side of the room near the bar. Slipping into a seat at the small round table, she watched as Ichigo laughed at the waitress as she spoke into his ear. As he replied in kind, she felt like sinking under the table as the waitress turned to smirk at her, before licking her lips in what she could only assume was a lustful way. Seeing him cup her rear, she watched his lips move as he held up two fingers and received a nod of understanding from her, before she disappeared off to the bar.

"I have no idea what your tolerance is like, but I think I'll start us off with something easy," he shouted over the din of the band at her, his smirk giving an entirely different feeling of madness under the glow of the flashing lights of the club.

"What the hell are we even doing here Ichigo?!" she shouted at him, receiving a casual shrug as he kept on smirking at her. "How the hell are you even allowed a drink in here?!"

"We're here to relax idiot," he replied, turning away from her as their waitress returned, setting a pair of glasses filled to the brim with ice and a light amber coloured liquid within. "Cheers," he said raising his glass to her, before draining it in one go and accepting the third glass that just so conveniently appeared. Smirking up at the waitress, he reached in to his jacket pocket and pulled out a wad of bills and placed it in her eager hands. "Well go on, drink up."

Glancing suspiciously at her glass, she raised it to her lips and took a hesitant sip, her eyes widening at the slightly sweet taste, as it flowed like silk down her throat. Before she knew what was happening, she had gulped the contents down, the ice kissing her lips as she tried to get the very last dregs of her drink. "Another!" she shouted at Ichigo, slamming her glass down on the table.

"Geez calm down Rukia," he said with a smirk, his hand raised and signalling for another round. As soon as the new glass was set before her by their curious waitress, she grabbed it and chugged it down.

"Sweet tooth?" their waitress asked Ichigo, who could only shrug again as he sipped slowly at his second drink.

"A SoCo virgin probably, just keep'em coming," he replied back, receiving a nod in response. And so the night continued with Ichigo watching as Rukia continued to guzzle drink after drink like each would be her last.

"I'm going to join them!" she shouted at him, gesturing towards the crowd as the music began to reach a fever pitch. Waving her off, he shook his head as the inexperienced soul reaper stumbled off into the crowd. Feeling someone tap him on the shoulder, he looked back to see a tall man in a suit staring down at him with a blank expression.

"Oleg wants to see you," he muttered, nodding his head in the direction of the owner's private office. Nodding his head, Ichigo finished his drink and followed after him, the bouncer splitting the crowd without almost no-effort.

Heading through a backdoor, the sound of the club died away dramatically as they entered the soundproofed back area. Smirking at some of the waitresses as he passed and returning the favour as he felt his ass being goosed once or twice, they finally reached a heavy oak door with a weed decal painted over it, guarded by two more burly bouncers. Waiting as his escort entered first, he was soon ushered into the dimly lit room that held an impressive mahogany desk with two plush, red velvet armchairs in front of it and a burgundy leather chair behind it. Seated in it was a man of Eastern European descent that looked approximately 50 years old, his short, spiky hair showing more grey than black, while stubble covered his cheeks.

"Oleg," Ichigo greeted him, sinking into one of the plush velvet chairs, while the older man barely looked up at him from the joint he was rolling.

"Kurosaki," Oleg replied as he finished, tapping the joint several times on his desk, before lighting it and taking a long pull from it. "I heard you brought a friend tonight."

"She's a…very strange acquaintance," Ichigo replied back, accepting the joint and taking a drag from it, before passing it back.

"I see," the older man spoke as he stood up and walked over to the tinted window that peered down into the club. "She's not used to this is she?" he asked as he spied her getting punted from side to side in the small mosh pit that had started.

"No, definitely not," Ichigo confirmed as he joined him at the window and sighed as she finally stumbled out of it and made her way slowly back to the table, before flagging their waitress down and ordering another drink. "What did you want to talk about though?" he asked curiously, turning his attention back to his occasional employer.

"The man at the bar, the very end on the left hand side, he is a problem," Oleg muttered as he took another drag, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out two pure white pills, sealed in a small plastic bag. Taking the bag, Ichigo gave a low whistle as he held it up to the light. "The sick fuck tried to drug one of my girls and drag her out back to fuck as he pleased…but his nerve failed him. Now he sits there drinking himself into a hole. Maybe with a bit of liquid courage he will try again…I want you to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Why do you want me to kill him, surely your guys could handle it?"

"Back home I know how to deal with shitheads like him, but here I am the foreigner and he is at home. If I try to do something, it will cause me more trouble than he's worth. Understand this, I need him dealt with quickly and quietly," the old man said as he fixed Ichigo with his steely blue eyes.

"Of course, anything to help a friend out…my drinks are free tonight then right," he said with smirk as the older man chuckled and nodded his head.

"Oh one more thing Kurosaki…" Oleg called out as Ichigo was about to walk out the door. "Tomoko's been dying to see you again and her set's just finished. She'll be waiting for her favourite Strawberry dessert backstage," he said with a chuckle as Ichigo's shoulders slumped.

"You just had to tell her I was coming tonight didn't you," he said with a sigh, before he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

'Well you fucked her once Ichigo…you should've known that woman like her are insatiable when it comes to younger men,' the club owner thought with a chuckle as Ichigo reappeared on the ground floor again.

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'Why did I even give in to their taunts,' one Takanori Fukushima thought as he sat at the bar, head in his hands as he remembered the mocking he had endured at his friend's hands for still being a virgin at thirty. 'Why did I agree to this madness!' he cursed inwardly as he stared at his shaking hands. He had only had a few drinks and after enduring enough of their taunts he had departed their regular drinking hole. In his alcohol addled mind, he had stumbled across a 'vendor' of questionable items and asked for something just to get him laid. The man hadn't even batted an eyelid at him as he produced a bag with two small pills in it and told him ¥5000(1).

He had been about to do it too, before his somewhat more sober mind balked at the idea and he had tossed the pills away and called for another drink, trying to drown himself in alcohol to disguise the disgust he felt with himself. Hearing someone pull out a chair next to him, he glanced to the side to see a young man with orange hair sink into the seat next to him. Getting a nod in greeting, he gave the same flimsy reply back and gulped down his drink again.

"I think you dropped this," the man casually said as he tossed the same little bag that had started him on this nightmare at him, his expression blank as he sipped his drink.

"It…it's not what you think!" he sputtered nervously, looking around frantically as if the police would swarm down on him for possessing the package again.

"It's none of my business what you do with yourself, or what you use to get it done," Ichigo muttered nonchalantly. "But I can tell you, who would make an easy target for you right now," he continued in a hushed tone. "You won't even need that to get the job done."

Looking up in surprise at what he had just been told, Takanori's rational side pleaded with him to move away from the man and just leave the club here and now. As is the norm when alcohol is involved though, he ignored his conscience and leaned in to listen to his newfound friend, his perverted-side taking full control. "You…have someone in mind?"

Smirking at the dope for falling for his play, Ichigo calmly gestured in Rukia's direction, the girl propping her head up with her elbow as her eyes fluttered slightly. "She's so out of it right now that you could pick her up and take her out back and no one would ever notice."

"I-I don't know…she looks awfully young," Takanori mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at Rukia.

"Please…her size doesn't matter, in fact it just makes her easier to manipulate," Ichigo added, continuing to push the man in her direction. "You see that door back there, it leads right to the back alley and I highly doubt anyone's out there right now since the next band's starting. If there ever was a time for you to make your move, now's the time." Returning to his drink, Ichigo sipped it slowly while watching the man out of the corner of his eye.

His patience was rewarded a minute or so later as his drunk target ordered another drink and discreetly popped both pills into it. Using the little plastic mixer, he quickly swirled the drink, dissolving the pills in seconds, before he staggered to his feet and ambled off in Rukia's direction. Seeing him utter a few hushed words to her, while her head lolled about drunkenly, he snorted as she blindly accepted the drink, while the man settled into his vacated seat. A few minutes later, he had forced her to her feet and started to guide her to the door he had pointed out. "Show time," he murmured under his breath as he got up to follow after them, his sober state allowing him to slip through the crowd a lot easier than them. Heading through the door, he was surprised when he was pulled back by his jackets collar, before his nose was assaulted by the smell of strong sake.

"Mm, my dessert's arrived," Tomoko Ueda whispered in a sultry tone, as she nipped and pecked at his neck. Grasping her by her arms, Ichigo forced the 25 year old drummer back against the wall, her neon-pink hair swaying from the force he used. "You're as rough as you normally are," she moaned out, her aquamarine eyes locking with his own as she tried to claim his lips once more.

"You know I don't like doing this in public Tomoko," he muttered, continuing to keep her pinned to the wall. "If you can wait for me to get to 'our' room I'll be more than willing to satisfy you, but not till then."

"But I want my dessert now…" she whined pitifully as she struggled to break Ichigo's hold on her.

"I know, but your dessert needs to get ready for you," he said with a smile, as he bent down to plant a gentle kiss to her cheek. "You know what happens when you rush dessert don't you…it gets spoilt and is never the same again." Feeling her relax in his arms, he hesitantly released his hold on her.

"Fine, but you better not keep me waiting," she said with a saucy grin as she wagged her finger at him, her swaying hips mesmerising him as she walked off.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he dug into his pocket and pulled out the little green pill he kept there and swallowed it quickly so that no one noticed him. Feeling the sensation of his soul being forced from his body, he turned on his heel to see the mod soul assuming control of his body once more. "She's in the room three doors down and on the left," he said, gesturing down the hallway. "She's quite…dominant so don't worry about having to take the lead. And one last thing," he said as he reached into the inside jacket pocket of his body and pulled out a small, square foil wrapped package, "you better fucking wear this or I will end up killing you myself!"

Getting a nod in answer from the mod soul, he watched with a smirk as the perverted soul hurried down the hall to the door he pointed out. Just as he began to knock on the door, a pair of arms threw it open and hurriedly dragged him inside. If Ichigo was honest with himself, he could swear that he saw the ghost of a smile on the mod soul's face as he was dragged in. Remembering the reason he had come back here in the first place, he hurried out the back door and into the alley where his target hopefully waited.

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Meanwhile Rukia was mumbling incoherently as she felt her vision blur, while she vaguely felt a pair of hands roaming her body without a care. Initially when she felt someone murmur in her ear that it was time to leave, she had assumed that it was Ichigo as he was the one that had brought her here and was paying for her drinks. The low lighting and poor vision had meant that she hadn't even been able to confirm it, before she was offered one last drink and subsequently half-dragged, half-carried through the crowd of people towards the exit. Now though she was finally beginning to think that something had gone wrong since her senses were assaulted by the foul smell of putrid, rotting garbage and an eerie silence that didn't fit with her memory of the entrance.

When she felt a slimy appendage force its way into her mouth though, her eyes widened in surprise and her body froze as she realised that someone was having their way with her. Doing the first thing that came to mind, she bit down harshly on the foreign intrusion, hearing a strangled cry and tasting the saltiness of blood staining her throat. She was rewarded for her action by a slap across her face that sent her careening to the ground, her vision blurring even more as her head hit the concrete.

"You little bith!" Takanori slurred drunkenly, clutching his hand to his mouth, while blood poured from between his fingertips. She clearly wasn't as easy to deceive as his new friend had led him to believe. Kneeling down, he hurriedly turned her onto her stomach and propped her knees up. Lifting her skirt up, he hurriedly peeled away her panties and drooled at the sight of her sex laid bare for him to see.

Feeling cold air brush across a region that she would never willingly reveal in public, Rukia whimpered and tried to cover her exposed parts. The combination of drugs and alcohol though proved to be the death of her as her limbs flopped about gormlessly and were effortlessly battered away by her attacker. "Please…please don't," she begged as she heard him struggling to undo his belt buckle.

"You can save yourself Rukia," a new voice spoke, causing her to look in the direction in front of her. In the dim light she could just make out a mop of orange hair.

"Please Ichigo…please stop him," she whispered pleadingly while the man continued to struggle with his pants.

"If I stop him, I'm going to kill him Rukia. You might not like killing, but I've seen it in your eyes, you've killed someone before and that death weighs on you, while my kills free my soul. What I don't get is why you insist on taking the moral high ground. Don't try and convince me that you're some kind of hero, cause clearly you're not. Everything I've heard about your organisation makes me think that you're just as bad as the monsters you fight. You heard of souls eating one another, you labelled them monsters and began to kill them. You created new life to fight for you, but when you realised the cost, they were slaughtered like cattle. You may be able to justify your reasons, but you are no saint." Hearing Takanori's belt finally come free, they both looked back as he started to struggle with getting his pants off. "Time's ticking Rukia, if you want to save yourself, ask me to kill him…beg me to end his life and I swear to you it will be done and then you will be safe."

Feeling the warm head of her rapist's member brush against her inner thigh, the last of her reluctance washed away and she screamed out, "YES KILL HIM IF YOU HAVE TO, BUT PLEASE JUST STOP HIM!"

Startled by her scream Takanori was about to question what she meant, before he was lifted off the ground and slammed into the alley wall. Glancing around for his attacker, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he felt someone's hands wrapping around his neck, yet he could see no one in front of him.

Grinning slightly, Ichigo began to gradually increase the strength of his grip, before with a sharp twist; he used his enhanced strength and twisted the man's skull around 180°. Dropping the lifeless corpse at his feet, he turned back to find Rukia curled up in the foetal position, her whimpers the only sound in the empty alleyway. "Hush now Rukia," he whispered soothingly, as he bent down and lifted her up into his arms. "Everything's going to be just fine. Soon, you'll be just like me…just like me," he muttered with a grin, leaping up to the rooftops and leaving the ghastly scene behind.

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I'm of two minds here. I can imagine a person unused to alcohol ending up like this since if it doesn't taste like alcohol and you like that taste; you're liable to go a bit crazy. So it seems possible for Rukia to be portrayed like this. As for her being weak, reiatsu-draining gigai and coupled with a drug, it does seem possible.

Anyway my apologies if any of you are unsettled, but I did warn you at the start. Let me know what you thought guys and girls. Till next time, bye-bye.