Even angels have their wicked schemes. . .
"Ah! Oh my god- yes! Err. . . right there, right there! OH YES!" Ichigo moaned, clearly audible through his door. Karin perched a midnight eyebrow as she turned herself around in her chair to face Ichigo's room. Yuzu stopped dead at the sink while washing dishes, Mr. Kurosaki grew red in the face.
"What are they doing? It's giving me a headache." Karin complained.
"Oh baby. . .You know how I like it. . Ahh. . ."
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! MY BOY, AT FIFTEEN?! No, no no no no. . . not in my house!" Mr. Kurosaki roared as he charged into Ichigo's room.
"Dad I don't think-" Yuzu cried out and ran after him. With one swift kick, Ichigo's door came crumbling down.
And what they found was indescribable.
You straddled Ichigo from behind while he laid face-down on his bed with his shirt off, with a rather happy and relaxed expression written on his face. Mr. Kurosaki and Yuzu watched in confusion as they watched you push down on Ichigo's back and rubbed his neck and shoulders; earning very a satisfying moan from the man under you.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Ichigo's dad screamed in red-hot fury.
"Ichigo's very stressed out," You explained while putting a considerable amount of pressure on his pale thick shoulders. "I can feel it in his muscles."
"Baby, it feels so good!" Ichigo groaned in pure bliss as a lazy smile grew on his handsome features. You furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed the black and blue bruises that littered his white flesh, wow his dad really doesn't go easy on him, you thought as you traced the bruises with your finger. His whole body quivered as you did that.
"Ahh!" He muffled his moan into his pillow as you suddenly cracked his back with your elbow.
"GET OFF MY SON!" Mr. Kurosaki raced over and grabbed under your arm; pulling you off of Ichigo. "I'm sorry but I think you should go-"
"NO! LIKE HELL SHE'S LEAVING!" The once relaxed Ichigo screamed at the top of his lungs and ripped you away from his father and held you with a deadly grip. "If you touch her again, I won't hold back-"
"Ichigo, it's ok-" You tried to reassure him.
"You dare raise your voice at me boy?!"
"You dare tell my girlfriend what to do? Who gave you that right!?" You reached down and squeezed his hand, as he took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. He must mean serious business after all.
"Ichigo. . ." You murmured, he glanced down at you and immediately his intense expression suppressed into a soft and worried one.
"Fine. Study then. But no more of that 'nonsense'," Mr. Kurosaki turned on heel and left without another word, leaving Yuzu behind; clutching her spoon.
"Ichigo, you may think you have it rough, but consider Dad's feelings next time, ok?" Yuzu said. "That was still uncalled for,"
"I know, but he's going through a tough time too, ya know?"
"Yeah, I'll consider it when he stops kicking the shit out of me." Yuzu sighed and walked away.
You two studied silently for awhile, your mind still racing with questions about ghosts. But before you knew it, 9:30 rolled around and it was time for you to go home. You gave Ichigo a quick peck on the lips before saying your goodbye and temporarily departing.
And you take that to new extremes. . .
The next morning, you wake up feeling fully refreshed and in a really good mood, despite last night's events. You got into another fight with your mom, you hissed as your knife wounds opened up and stung your flesh like fire.
"Where were you, young lady?" Your mother's voice screamed as you walked through the door.
"Just out, like I always am," you murmur quietly as you walk right past her, enough that you thought she couldn't hear you; boy were you wrong.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO YOUR OWN MOTHER WITH THAT TONE!" She caught you by the hair, you scream bloody murder at the pain as she dragged you into the kitchen.
"Mom! Stop, please!" Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes as She roughly pushed you up against the kitchen wall beside the fridge with a large kitchen knife in hand. She quickly turned your body over so that your back faced her, she haphazardly ran the knife through your top, blood red streaks began to soak through your now ripped top.
"One for every time you've disobeyed me!"
You winced as she kept running the knife through your perfect creamy white flesh. . . You wish you could tell someone, even Ichigo, about this but fear soon consumed your being at that thought. Fear, that's what was holding you back. You loved your mother very much but ever since you lost you father to suicide, she became abusive. It was because your father was so selfish that she took her pain out on you. And you fucking hated him for that.
Lost in your thoughts, you turn on the shower and step in. You take a minute and just let the water wash down your toned (s/c) body, as if it were washing away the pain of last night, and the dried blood. You watched as the water turned red in a puddle around your feet.
About 20 minutes later, you step out of the shower; feeling revived. You quickly dry off and pull on your black bathrobe with a brush in your hand and walk out of the bathroom before putting on your school uniform. After dressing, you run a brush through your waist length midnight hair and sit down at your white vanity. You usually don't wear makeup because you didn't like how the boys looked at you when you did wear it, and besides, Ichigo really didn't care for it. But today you decide to wear a little bit of mascara and rosy shade of pink lipstick, hopefully Ichigo will like it. You grab your school bag and walk into the kitchen, though you don't eat breakfast because usually you go to Ichigo's for breakfast. Yuzu's pancakes are the best! You lock your apartment door and walk over to Ichigo's rather anxiously. Strange, you thought, as you hear police and ambulance sirens in the distance, a car accident this early?
"Hey I'm here!" You say as you walk through the front door of Ichigo's house, and immediately the smell of toast hits you in the face; making your stomach growl with excitement.
"Good morning Ayame. Toast?" Yuzu asks, handing you a plate of buttered toast.
"Thank you," you said as you accept the plate and sit next to Karin.
The incident occurred outside Kotakura Station just after 7:30 this morning commute was getting into full swing. Witnesses reported hearing a loud crash and feeling the ground shake beneath their feet. The entire area has been cordoned off. Further details are sketchy at this point in time-
"Hey," Ichigo's voice made you jump.
"Morning," you said in a happy loving tone.
"Good morning Ichigo," Yuzu said.
"Morning, where's Dad?" He asks while grabbing toast from the toaster.
"Early meeting. Said he'd be late tonight too." Karin said, taking a sip of her tea.
"Again huh?" He sticks his toast in his mouth and then turns his attention to the tv.
Explosive experts are reportedly on the scene. And we will of course pass along any further details-
"Something bad happen?" Yuzu asked innocently.
"That's near here," he mumbled with a mouth full of toast.
"Ichigo, we better get going soon." You said, glancing at a nearby clock. He swallowed his toast whole and grabbed his bag.
"Alright let's go." He said without looking at you and turns toward the door.
"Bye Ichigo, bye Ayame! Have a good day." Yuzu cheerfully said as she waved goodbye and shooed you out the door.
"Bye Yuzu!" You mirrored her spirit and enthusiasm as you and Ichigo began walking to school hand in hand. You softly hummed to yourself as you got lost in your thoughts, not even realizing that Ichigo was leading you down a different street.
"Ichigo, why are we taking this way to school?" You asked.
"I wanted to see something," he said, a little distracted.
What's this strange feeling?
You turn down another street and find a section blocked off by the police, you gasped as you tried to get a better look on the scene but the police were blocking your view. An ice cold sensation rushed through your system.
"Hey Ichigo,"
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Does something feel a little off to you?"
"Now that you mention it. . . Hello?" Ichigo stopped in the middle of an empty street looking up and down.
"What is-" You placed a hand on his shoulder with a worried and concerned look on your face. That's when you heard it- a monster's howl. You felt your whole body began to tremble as you turned toward its source.
Bang!
"Come on!" Ichigo tugged at your wrist and pulled you behind him as he led you toward the explosion source.
"Ichigo! What are you doing? We've got to get out of here!" You cried out, as you wove yourself through the corrupted crowd of running citizens to keep up with Ichigo. Suddenly you came to an abrupt halt as you ran into Ichigo's back.
"Hey Ichigo are you-" You gaped, your eyes widened.
"Woah what the hell is that thing?" Ichigo said in complete shock. Staring back at you was a huge monstrous creature in the shape of a bug with a skull-like mask covering it's face. Your knees grew weak, like they couldn't even bare to carry your weight. Fear, that's what you felt. Fear had consumed your body as you stared the creature down.
What the hell?
"Help me!" A child's voice snapped you out of your trance, it was the girl's spirit from yesterday running towards you.
"Run! Hurry! Come on we've got to get out of here!" Ichigo's voice called out to you in what seemed like miles away. The creature was approaching you, yet your legs wouldn't move. Move dammit! I've got to move. . . You thought as Ichigo swept you off your feet and carried you bridal style. You couldn't seem to find reality. Every second, every thought froze as if time stood still inside your mind. You couldn't think, your mind couldn't seem to comprehend what exactly you just saw. It looked like a monster that hid under every child's bed. But those aren't real. . . None of this can be real. But, Ichigo is real, you thought as you clenched at his jacket. And he saw it too. . . You blinked as everything stood still again but this time you were aware of your surroundings.
"Ichigo?" He seemed to be staring at something or lost in thought. You looked up to find a young girl with short dark hair jump into the air; wielding a sword. Your eyes grew as big as saucers as you watched her slice her weapon at the monster with such skill and ability. Her black kimono moved with her body so gracefully that you could only describe as beautiful. With a loud slash through its mask and a howl from the creature, you watched in shock as creature dissolved into thin air. The young girl sheathed her blade and disappeared before your very eyes.
"What the hell was that?"