One o'clock hit and she was still arguing with her father, he was still trying to pry her location out of her with guilt and tears. It wasn't working. It wasn't until a couple hours later she just gave up.
"Look Isshin just fuck off and leave me alone, I don't care anymore. I just want to be alone," she muttered tired, "I've had enough of people ordering me about. Bye." Ichigo hung up, turning her phone off her father probably already dialling her number as she did.
"Sorry about that Ukitake," she said, waving slightly as she left, he just smiled at her, pity in her eyes. Now for her next annoying task, finding Grimmjow.
Ichigo knew it wasn't going to be an easy task but she didn't think it would be this hard to find the man. She had already been to his office, the instructor's mess hall and their barracks. Now she was wondering around aimlessly, searching for the bastard with no end point in mind. It was probably best to head back to his office and wait.
"Hey Shiro, heard you were looking for Jaegerjaques." She turned to face one of the men in her unit. His name was Kira or something, she hadn't really talked to the blonde before.
"Yo, yeah but no fucking luck so far," Ichigo said scowling.
"He's probably down in the gym, he's there every day around this hour," he informed her, small smile on his face.
"Thanks man," Ichigo said, running off in the direction of the gym, it wasn't too far from here. Grimmjow wasn't there when she entered the gym but his jacket was which meant he was in the area. Ichigo sighed in relief, sitting down on one of the weight machines, no more running around. She had already spent enough energy fighting with her dad.
"Well looky who we have 'ere." A shiver went up her spine as she heard that voice. Fuck! This was the last person she wanted to see, and it didn't help that he sounded drunk.
"Go away Gin, don't have the fucking patience to deal with yer bullshit today," Ichigo muttered, shoving him away once he got within half a meter of her.
"Don't be like that love, come on spread yer legs fer me ya fucking slut," he slurred, moving towards her again.
"Fuck off Gin, I ain't a girl," she growled, moving to shove him away again. He grabbed her wrists this time, bony hands like a vice.
"I'll be the one te judge that," he said, breathing heavily on her face as he did. She could practically taste the rum in his breath.
"Seriously Gin cut the crap and get off me," she warned, trying to pull her wrists free. His grip was like iron, he had far more strength then his skinny frame portrayed.
"Keep yer fucking mouth shut yer little slut," Gin slurred, his hand groping her crotch. Ichigo froze when he did that, tears springing to the corner of her eyes. She didn't really know how to react to that, then her mind kicked into gear and she shouted at him to get off, foot coming up to kick him in the chest.
"I told ya ta keep yer fucking mouth shut," he spat slapping her, across the cheek. Ichigo froze again, Gin was now using his body weight to pin her to the weight machine. Crystal blue eyes opened wide, staring her down as he grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks.
"Another word and I brake yer jaw." Ichigo opened her mouth, his fingers slipping in and the second they did she bit down hard, blood filling her mouth. He growled in pain wrenching his damaged fingers from her mouth and hissing in pain, he slapped her again; bruises already forming on her cheek. A whimper escaped her and that sly smile came back on to his face but the rage was still there. That sound was the worst possible thing she could have done, it let him know that he was winning, that she feared him and he was now in complete control of the situation at hand; nothing was going to stop him now. Gin grabbed her by the front of the shirt, pulling her up from the weight machine, the bitch was going to be his. After all the shit he had been put through because of Shiro he deserved some sort of reward and he would be claiming it in full. This mere slip of a girl would be tormenting him no more, he planned to completely brake her. Ichigo continued to struggle, but he had her by the shirt now and one leg was caught on the side of the weight machine, it didn't seem like Gin was going to let her unhook her foot with the way he was pulling her.
"Let go of me Gin," she screamed, shirt ripping in his grip, revealing the bandages underneath. His smile widened, one eye open as he spotted the bandages.
"Always knew ya were a girl, now open that slit wide fer me before I tear ya in half. Ya have two options Shiro, ya become me bitch or I take it and make ya bleed." Ichigo growled, having worked her foot free and kicked him in the head. She had another option and that was to fight. Never would she lay down willing for this pig. He stumbled under the blow but didn't fall.
"Ya know why women always lose Shiro? It's cause they are naturally weaker than men, bodies are made for bearing brats and pleasure," he hissed, shirt still in his hand. Gin tossed her to the floor, kicking her in the ribs as hard as he could. It felt like everything had collapsed, her muscles had just given way and let her organs get pummelled. She lay there gasping for breath, her mind freezing up when she heard the sound of leather sliding against fabric.
"Even sluts who snuck into the army," he whispered, trying her hands together with the belt. Ichigo bared her teeth again, rolling onto her back and donkey kicked at him. He laughed and avoided the main force of the blow, her feet just grazing his ribs. Slowly he slid his foot between her legs, Ichigo fought him, trying to keep her legs closed but it didn't help. Eventually his foot reached her crotch and he pressed his boot down till she was crying and almost screaming from the pain. When he stopped her grabbed her by the shirt again, pulling her up to rip at the bandages binding her chest. Ichigo was crying now, the tears just wouldn't stop, she joined the army to stop being such a helpless woman and here she was about to be raped by a drunkard. What a failure she was if she couldn't even stop one man. She wanted to close her eyes and just give in but she couldn't, everyone who ever doubted her would be right about her if she just did that. It would be awkward trying to kick at him again with how he currently held her half off the ground but she had to try. Using her abused core, Ichigo slammed her boot into his knee with what strength she had left. The scummy bastard fell to one knee, enraged.
"What did I say? Ya can't fucking win bitch," he bellowed, slamming her face into his raised knee, tearing at the rest of the bandages, her chest completely exposed now. Blood filled her mouth again, it was her own this time. There really was nothing she could do against him. Gin grabbed her by the hair, forcing her onto her stomach and straddling her legs so she couldn't kick out at him anymore. Ichigo closed her eyes, face mashed against the floor, that was it. She had given up.
