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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 - Rage
For only a moment, Ichigo froze, but then his involuntary fear made him try to push Uryū away with his other free hand, which turned out to be a mistake when the Quincy captured his wrist in an iron grip.

“Stop struggling!" Uryū ordered in an annoyed tone before he moved the Shingami's hands as close as he could, caught both of his wrists with one hand, and grabbed what was left of Ichigo's clothes once more.

Ichigo screamed. In his distressed mind, the one keeping his wrists bound was not Uryū anymore, but the sixth Espada, smirking down at him while promising more suffering and humiliation. He knew the pain of what was to come all too well and he was terrified, especially when the hand on his hip enforced the delusion’s power.

"Let me go! Y-You disgust me! I fucking hate you!" stuttered a trembling Ichigo.

Uryū had to admit that he was confused. He’d always thought that Ichigo saw him as a friend regardless of their past differences. Even if anger might've been the one speaking for Ichigo, Uryū still didn't think that he deserved such harsh words. He had a word or two of his own for Ichigo, but that had to wait at least until the Shinigami was no longer in danger of dying.

Getting back to the matter at hand, Uryū pulled down the hakama as much as he could before he turned Ichigo towards him on one side. The bloodied clothes had to be removed sooner or later anyway, so he proceeded with his task of taking them off until Ichigo said something that made Uryū freeze.

"You s-said you wouldn't do it again t-tonight! You... l-lied..." Ichigo whimpered pathetically.

Uryū was getting more confused by the second, because he couldn’t remember saying or doing anything.

Ichigo’s panic continued to increase. He was feeling cornered again, and in his confused mind, all he knew was that he had to get away no matter what. He would rather die a thousand times than to let the Espada abuse him again.

"STOP TOUCHING ME!" Ichigo shouted as loud as he could and tried to free himself from his captor's grip. To his surprise, the grip on his wrists weakened, so he rolled to the opposite side and fell to the ground. He almost fainted from the pain, that’s how much it hurt, but he couldn't afford to lose consciousness, so he clung to it with everything he had, knowing that he needed to get away no matter what.

The sounds of footsteps coming towards him were too loud in his ears, as were the words being spoken to him, but he couldn't make them out. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing at his body, but he kept struggling to crawl away. To his despair, he didn't get very far, and soon enough he felt a hand grabbing his neck and stopping him. At that moment, he knew that he had lost the battle.

"Just... kill me... p-please," he begged weakly, but even as he said it, he could feel himself quickly slipping away, and soon after, darkness claimed him.

Earlier, when Ichigo demanded to be set free, Uryū had been taken by surprise, which made him loosen his grip, and because of his mistake, Ichigo succeeded in further damaging his body. It was then when Uryū had decided that reasoning with the Shinigami was impossible, which brought him to the conclusion that there was only one thing left to do. He searched through the bag and took out a syringe. "I'm sorry Kurosaki, but I have to do this," Uryū spoke softly before he immobilized him and injected him with something that would put him to sleep in a matter of seconds.

Uryū was exhausted, so he decided to find a hotel. He had treated Ichigo’s wounds as best as he could, but it was almost morning and he couldn't really stay there any longer. With some effort, he carried Ichigo to the car, got in and drove around until he found a hotel. Taking Ichigo inside was problematic. If he entered the hotel with the Shinigami in his arms asking for a room, the receptionist would think of him as being crazy. Normal humans couldn't see a Shinigami, so others would see him as holding nothing. He softly banged his head against the steering wheel in frustration and wondered why he couldn't call Orihime. “Oh, right,” he muttered, “the Shinigami who apparently hates me doesn’t want me to. Ridiculous.”

After some time, he came up with a crazy idea. He bandaged his arms, which was a very difficult task in itself in his agitated state of mind, pulled out some money from his pocket, picked up Ichigo from the back seat, as well as the bag, and slowly made his way towards the hotel. Once inside, he went to the desk and asked the woman there to give him a room. When he was asked if he was fine since he looked injured, Uryū assured her that he was all right and told her that he couldn't move his arms much because he had to keep them as still as possible. After the woman took the money and gave him the key, he took the elevator to the second floor where the room was located.

As soon as he entered the room, he gently laid Ichigo on the table, because he didn’t want to get the bed soaked with blood, and sat on the chair so that he could catch his breath. No matter how hard he’d tried, he couldn't get Ichigo’s hateful words out of his mind, but above everything, he couldn’t understand why Ichigo had insisted on not calling Orihime. He was really tempted to take revenge on Ichigo by doing just that. As a matter of fact, he was considering calling her as soon as he was done treating Ichigo's wounds because the stupid Shinigami had to go all crazy and crawl away, dirtying the bandages and further damaging his already tattered body. Uryū was certain that at least one of Ichigo’s ribs was broken; he’d felt it when he bandaged Ichigo's chest.

The entire night had been crazy for Uryū. Not only did he miss the chance of a lifetime, but he wasn't even sure if Ichigo saw him as a friend anymore. Pushing the depressing thoughts aside, he got up, took the bag he had brought with him, and pulled out the things he needed. He went to the bathroom to get some water and then he proceeded to do what he couldn't do in the park, which was to finally take everything off in order to properly clean Ichigo and to make sure that his classmate wouldn't die from blood loss.

He carefully removed the tattered clothes, each second having to remind himself that he was doing it for the Shinigami's sake, that he really didn't want to see Ichigo’s naked body and that he had no choice in the matter. He was blushing furiously, especially when he noticed that the Shinigami really didn't dye his hair, which was naturally orange apparently. How strange but fascinating, Uryū noted, but his brows furrowed in confusion when he noticed that even though he was cleaning the Shinigami, there was blood still pooling under him and flowing down on the carpet.

"What...?" Uryū exclaimed before he proceeded to carefully inspect Ichigo’s body. It disturbed him to realize that the more he checked, the closer he got to the Shinigami’s behind. He was a bit curious to find out what was the wound that he’d missed, so after a while, he turned Ichigo around and spread his legs so that he could better see the source of the blood. Cringing, he noticed that it was coming from the Shinigami's anus, so he put some water to clear the blood and that’s when his eyes widened in shock.

He pulled back his hands like he'd been burned. His thoughts were a mess, his heart was beating too fast, like it was about to tear its way out of his chest, and his knees were so weak that he could hardly continue to stand on his own two feet. His eyes were glued to Ichigo’s form, and suddenly, his friend’s every reaction, since they met earlier that night until Ichigo was knocked unconscious, finally made sense. At first he’d assumed that the blood was a sign of the internal injuries he suspected, but once he saw the damage and the ripped tissue, he finally understood what really happened to ichigo.

Uryū’s right hand flew to his chest in an attempt to alleviate the pain wracking his heart. Ichigo never hated him. The Shinigami hated the man who had done such a despicable thing to him, the one he was seeing when he was begging to be set free. Uryū was feeling worse by the second, the horrible realization that Ichigo would never be the same again hitting him hard, like a cold bucket of water had just been dumped on him.

He knew he had to sit down before his knees really gave out under him, so he weakly stumbled to the bed where he collapsed on it. He found it very hard to breathe, especially with the guilt eating at him, like a hungry beast feasting on his flesh, because with every action he’d taken, he most likely further traumatized Ichigo. He should've never woken him up earlier in the park, but back then he’d been scared, thinking that Ichigo might've really been dead. At least he finally understood why Ichigo didn't want Orihime to heal him.

It also made sense why Ichigo’s reiatsu gave off such a horrible feeling that made Uryūu run after the Shinigami. That time he’d felt that he had to help him no matter what, a feeling which he was having once again. His hands were shaking badly, and getting back on his feet was difficult when it felt as thought his knees were made of jelly, but helping Ichigo was his priority, so after summoning all the strength he had left, he got up and slowly made his way towards the unconscious Shinigami.

He pitied Ichigo for going through such a horrible thing, but above everything else, he felt rage. He was filled with so much rage that he could hardly control himself. It was similar to the rage he felt that time in Soul Society when Kurotsuchi Mayuri told him what he’d done to his grandfather.

Gritting his teeth, he went back to helping Ichigo, cleaning and bandaging, but he wasn't really thinking of what he was doing. All was being done mechanically, because his mind wasn't there. His mind was brutally torturing the one who dared to damage his friend. He vowed to get his Quincy powers back no matter what, even if he had to force it out of his father.

As soon as he was done, he carried Ichigo to the bed and gently laid him there. He covered him with a blanket and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He noticed they were still shaking, and while he washed them, he was shocked to see his reflection when he raised his head to look into the mirror. His cheeks were wet and his eyes red.

The last time he cried was when his grandfather had been killed. Maybe if he hadn’t been so weak, he could've saved Ichigo. Without realizing, his arm flew to the mirror, and with a powerful punch, he shattered it to pieces. He couldn't stand to look at his weak self anymore, so he lowered his head. Blood poured out of the cuts, some still embedded with shards of the now broken mirror, but he couldn’t feel them, not when he didn’t even realize what he’d just done.

He got out of the bathroom, pulled a chair closer to the window and sat there unmoving for a very long time, consumed by guilt and fury. In a way, a detached part of his mind could see how insane he was being, but he chose to ignore it. So what if he was acting crazy? He was a human being too, and as a human being, it was his right to feel such strong anger, even if the rational part of his mind didn't agree.

Humans despised Hollows, so they trained themselves to kill them. That too was born out of anger and hate. They learned how to fight even with bodies broken. It was rage that fueled their actions, their hate for Hollows and their desire to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Those were the Quincy.
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