THIS IS THE SECOND CHAPTER! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT BECAUSE IT TOOK ME A WHILE FOR SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER. I HAD TO CHANNEL MY INNER HOLLOW FOR THIS ONE, LOL.

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Chapter 2: The Truth

Ichigo woke up in an abandoned warehouse. Outside, sunlight streamed through the dirty broken windows.
He stirred as he propped himself up on his elbows.
'Where am I? What happened to me...'
A sudden flashback came back to him. He remembered losing to his hollow. Then he blacked out.

"What the hell did I do... why is it so goddamn hard to remember... fuck." He cursed blatantly as he stood up.
He ran his fingers through his messy orange hair and massaged his shoulder.

He searched his mind for some sort of response from the demon, but there was no answer.
"For once he's quiet..." But that scared him. His hollow was never quiet. Ichigo felt like some blind prey at the mercy of a silent killer.

Ichigo walked out of the warehouse and slowly walked back to his house. 'It's probably 7 am right now. I h-have to get ready for school." After about an hour of walking, he finally reached his house.
He trudged into his house, half expecting to be attacked by his father but remembered that Isshin Kurosaki went on vacation with Karin and Yuzu.
"That's right. Also, Uryu and Chad went with Urahara and Renji to go camping... those dumbasses..."
When he got to his room, he plopped onto the bed and relaxed. 'I wonder when Rukia's coming back from her mission...'

He closed his eyes and disturbing images ran through his mind.
Orihime's crying face, her soft legs, her breasts, and then his hollow. Ichigo shot up from his bed. '

WHAT THE HELL?'

He groaned. "Now's not the time to entertain yourself wth what you THINK Orihime would look like naked... but why did my hollow appear..."
Ichigo ceased the thoughts when his alarm clock rang to wake him up.

'I fucking hate school...'

Later that day...

In class, Ichigo stared out his window. He was lost in thought, trying to piece together what happened the night before.

The day was half way done but Orihime hadn't showed up today. He shifted in his seat and felt something sting on his back.
He reached into his shirt and touched the area. He looked at his hand and saw a small dot of blood.

'Did I scratch myself last night?' His thoughts were interrupted when a familiar young girl opened the classroom door. Her red hair cascading over her shoulders as everyonce stared at her.

Orihime walked into the classroom.

Her hair was touseled and she looked a wreck. Her gray eyes were puffy and her legs had bruises on them.
She silently excused herself and walked over to her desk as other students murmured about her.

What's wrong with her?
Why was she late... that's not like Orihime...
I heard she has a boyfriend...
Do you think he did that to her?
The bruises- no, I heard they broke up.

Orihime tried to ignore the stupid comments. Ichigo stared at her with his caring brown eyes...
'Orihime, what happened? Why do you look like that?' He thought to himself.

For a brief moment, Ichigo thought he heard his hollow snicker. But when he focused he heard nothing.

The entire class, Ichigo tried to make eye contact with the beautiful girl, but she wouldn't even take her eyes off her paper.

Then the bell rang.
Orihime shot up from her seat and tried to run out the door to go to lunch but Ichigo stepped in front of her.

She bumped into his warm chest and he held her from falling. "Orihime, you ok?"

She took a deep breath. "I'm fine, Ichigo. Why do you ask?"
He observed her before answering. She didn't look at him.
"Well, because... you were late and you look sort of bad today... did something happen to you?"

Orihime was silent. "No. Excuse me." She pulled away from him and walked away.
She brushed him off like nothing happened. Ichigo stared at her.

'Those long creamy legs, and those large breasts... damn, she looks good...'
Ichigo froze.

'What the hell... those aren't my thoughts!'
Ichigo's hollow laughed cruely into his ear. 'Did you miss me? Thought I'd give you a chance to rest from last night's activites...'

'What the hell are you talking about?' He spat back at him.

'What do you think...' Pictures of Orihime ran through his mind. Ichigo remembered that yesterday night, he had lost control over his hollow.
But he still couldn't rememer what he did while he was unconcious.

'Those bruises on her legs... and she was crying... WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU IMPLYING?'

'Nothing. Maybe I should just do it again to jog your memory...' His hollow mockingly laughed at Ichigo.

"FUCK!" Ichigo slammed his fist down onto the desk in front of him. The pain of not remembering what he did was killing him inside. But whatever he did, Orihime was definitely involved.

Ichigo couldn't help but think about al the horrible things he could have done to her. That sick bastard living inside of him had an obsession with her, and knowing that her got out didn't ease the nerves.

'Think real hard, kingy. Try to remember before tonight, or I'll do it again...'

'Fuck... what the hell did I do with Orihime... did I torture her? Did I fight her, was that why she looked so tired...' Ichigo was losing power over his hollow. And slowly but surely, he'd be devoured completely. A strange feeling washed over him as he tried to remember.

Then he froze.

He remembered it all in full detail. Ichigo fell to the ground in the empty classroom. Tears filled his eyes as scarring images ran through his mind.

Orihime's tears, his hands running over her body, her voice calling out to him. He could feel the guilt tearing through him and the disgust.

"I r-raped her..." Ichigo said in shock. He made those bruises when he pressed down on her, he made her cry till her eyes were puffy. He had tramautized her to the point where she couldn't sleep.

An echoing laugh filled his subconcious. 'Looks like you figured it out... yeah, I fucked her king. What're you gonna do about it?' He laughed hysterically.

Rage surged through Ichigo. "YOU GODDAMN BASTARD! FUCK OFF! I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER!" He yelled out loud. Fury was weaving through him. All he wanted to do was kill his hollow...

'Hah! I'd like to see your weak ass try... the only way to kill me is to kill yourself! Do me a favor and tell our Hime to get away from Karakura Town. To find the best hiding spot she can find... I love to play with my victims before I fuck them...'

'Shut the hell up.' Ichigo breathed through his teeth as he clenched his fists.

'If I were you, I'd tell her... the clock is ticking Ichigo... tick tock tick tock.' He laughed before fading to the back of Ichigo's mind. Ichigo heard silence in the empty room. He looked down at his hands.

"What am I going to do..."

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