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Open Wounds	By : Felineheart Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. I just own a laptop, word, and my imagination. I make no money.

Chapter List
- 1-Open Wounds
- 2-Open wounds Chapter 2
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- 2
Warnings: Rape and other darkfic stuff
Author's note: I would love if someone could Beta for me
And you can't stop me from falling apart / 'Cause my self-destruction is all your fault
Open Wounds by Skillet
Shuuhei was a paranoid wreck to say the least.
Isshin had refused to let him go home for two days.
He already knew Shiro was going to be pissed.
Calmness and happiness was the mask he hid behind every day, today was no differant.
Only Ichigo knew how to look behind the mask and see what Shuuhei was really felt.
And right now Ichigo was cursing his stupid father's actions.
He knew they were just going to cause Shuuhei unneeded pain.
Shuuhei's grey eyes were fixed on the door.
Shiro was coming to get him and would be there at any moment
Shuuhei thought about Kensei.
It had really been a shock to see the man again.
He regretted not talking to the man but he really didn't have a chance.
The man had left by the time he had woke up.
He probably wouldn't get to see him again any way.
Shiro didn't allow him to hang out with other males, unless it was Ichigo.
He only saw Renji and Kira because they had the same classes.
Suddenly the door flew open.
"Where the hell is he?" Shiro growled before noticing Shuuhei.
"Car, now", He snarled and Shuuhei immediately got up and rushed to the car.
Shuuhei knew better than to resist.
"He's never coming back here again", Shiro growled before slamming the door on his way out.
How dare they keep HIS Shuuhei from him.
He was seething on the inside as he got in his car and sped away.
Three hours later
Shuuhei had locked himself in the bathroom.
It was pathetic and childish.
He had gone through so much in his life, so much that he had foolishly thought that nothing could break him.
His mind was fracturing under the physical, mental, and sexual abuse.
"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW YA LITTLE SHIT", Shiro yelled as he banged on the door.
"IF I HAVE TO BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN YER GOING TO REGRET IT", Shiro yelled.
Those words sent a chill of fear down Shuuhei's spine.
His heart began to race and he began to hyperventilate as a panic attack surged through his system.
He jumped as he heard Shiro begin to count.
"One…. Two…",Shiro said firmly.
Finally self-preservation conquered the panic that had been ruling him and he opened the door.
Shiro stalked into the bathroom and grabbed him by the hair drag before dragging him out of the room.
He tossed Shuuhei onto the bed before grabbing a syringe off the nightstand.
He was going to make sure the boy could never hide from him, never forget him.
He was going to make sure he would haunt Shuuhei where ever Shuuhei was.
Shuuhei eyes widened at the Syringe before he tried to scramble off the bed.
"Where do ya think yer going sweetheart", Shiro asked in a sweet voice before grabbing shuuhei ankle and slamming the needle into Shuuhei' s tense thigh.
Shuuhei bit his lip to keep himself from crying out.
The drug started to work immediately.
He body began to feel sluggish, still he tried to get away.
Shiro growled as he climbed on top of him and gave him a rough kiss.
How could you, how could you, how could you love me?
When all you ever gave me were open wounds? / Open wounds.
Shiro wasted no time in ripping off his clothes.
Shuuhei was powerless to stop him.
Shiro had never used drugs on him before.
He was afraid of what Shiro was planning; he knew rape was not the only thing Shiro had in mind.
Shiro took him then.
After each rough painful thrust, Shiro whispered that he loved him.
If he loved him then why did he treat him like this.
Finally Shiro came inside him and pulled away.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes before Shiro finally spoke.
"I'm gonna make sure ya ALWAYS remember ya belong to meh", Shiro said with a crazed look in his eyes. "I'm gonna make sure ya know that ya can't hide from meh, even when yer alone"
Shuuhei whimpered in fear as Shiro took out a knife.
He willed his body to run but the drug was still working, keeping him immobile
He cried out as Shiro began to carve the words "Shiro's pet" into his chest.
He sobbed and begged for Shiro to stop but he didn't.
Eventually Shuuhei passed out from the pain and blood loss.
A few hours later
Shuuhei woke to pain.
It felt like he had been hit by a truck.
His chest hurt.
He remembered that Shiro had a knife, that's right he had been cutting into him.
He looked at his chest and had a sudden urge to throw up.
His chest was covered in dry blood.
He knew what his chest now said because Shiro had told right before he had passed out.
A moment later he realized Shiro was passed out next to him, an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
His mind was chanting escape, escape now.
He got of the bed and soon found he was a little woozy, it wasn't bad enough that he couldn't walk though.
He really wanted to get clean but knew he didn't have the time, he would have to deal with the blood on his chest and the dried seed that had run down his legs until he could find some way to take a shower.
Quietly he got dressed in clothes he that he had put in the laundry just a few hours ago, he didn't want to chance getting into the dresser for clean clothes.
He grabbed his cell phone of the floor before grabbing his shoes.
Shiro murmered in his sleep and Shuuhei froze afraid that he was waking up.
Once he was sure Shiro was still out cold, he grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of the shoe and stuffed it into his pocket.
About five months ago Kira had given him two twenties in case he actually ever escaped, the other twenty was in his other shoe hidden under the lining.
He put on his shoes and quietly walked out of the room before grabbing his coat, it was cold outside.
He carefully opened the door before walking out.
As soon as he shut the door adrenaline kicked in and he ran until he was about two blocks away.
He then called a cab and had the take him into the heart of the city.
He hadn't even realized that he had started bleeding again, his now stained grey t-shirt was hidden under his coat.
He got out of the cab and went to tattoo parlor he knew.
The owner's name was Vick and he knew Vick would try and help him.
Vick could at least get ahold of Kit-kat.
Kit-kat was a homeless man who had been the closest thing to a father Shuuhei had ever had.
He walked in to someone of his way there.
"Watch where your…."Kensei growled before he realized who had bumped into him "Shuuhei"
Shuuhei looked at Kensei surprised.
"Help", Shuuhei said before said before collapsing.
Kensei caught the boy.
"No hospitals", Shuuhei muttered before passing out in Kensei's arms.
Kensei was stunned for about a second before he carried Shuuhei to his car.
He called Vick, who was actually his boss and told him he wouldn't be coming in due to an emergency.
He then then called Hachi to let him know he was coming.
Kensei didn't know what was wrong with the boy, only that he needed medical attention and Hachi had a medical background.
He raced over to Hachi's .
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