Ransom | By : Raicheru Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Ransom- Part 3 Three hours later, Ichigo was sitting on a bed in a small room at the hospital wearing a pair of green scrubs. He’d been brought in by ambulance and then sequestered by himself in order to dodge the press. Apparently, his kidnapping had been huge news for the four days that he’d been missing. There was an officer posted outside to keep the curious at bay. He didn’t care about any that and dreaded how he’d have to lay low for a while. He had no intention of giving interviews to anyone and he refused to be their story of the week. Personal issues aside, it was none of their goddamned business. The police had taken his clothes in for evidence and they’d documented the few obvious injuries he had. He’d been questioned twice but Ichigo was vague in his descriptions. He wasn’t sure why but he didn’t want to turn in the man who’d kept him. It wasn’t because of that last warning. Maybe it was because he’d set him free instead of killing him. He had no doubt that the man had been capable of pulling the trigger and wasn‘t sure why he‘d hadn‘t. But regardless of the reason, he told the police that he’d been blindfolded the whole time until he got away. It was obvious that they didn’t quite believe everything he said but they didn’t press him. Ichigo had mostly managed to dodge a full physical examination and so far, nobody had seen the bite marks on his chest and thigh. Which was good since he really didn’t want to explain how he got them. Fortunately, they were both covered by the clothing he wore. His wrists and ankles were bruised from the cuffs and the corners of his mouth were red and sore from being gagged for so long. There was a small bruise at his hairline from when he’d slid off the bed and grazed the bedside table when he first tried to escape. He almost didn’t recognize his own reflection when he’d looked in the bathroom mirror. His eyes were shadowed and dark and his hair was dull even after he’d showered and scrubbed himself nearly raw. But Ichigo was pretty sure it wasn’t from the rough handling he’d received. He was agonizing over what had happened and how he had enjoyed it. It was getting pretty hard to shut up that internal voice that kept telling him it was wrong. Right now, he was waiting for his dad to come get him. They‘d talked on the phone earlier and Isshin told him he‘d been out of town this whole time under orders from his superiors. The case he was testifying for must be pretty important. Ichigo had winced at the pained stress he heard in his dad’s voice. And the obvious relief that he was safe. He looked up suddenly from where he sat on the bed as the door opened and his father stepped into the room. Ichigo stood awkwardly and waited for him to approach, unsure of what he should do. Isshin came to a stop before him, his expression mostly unreadable. Ichigo didn’t know what to say but before he could open his mouth, he was pulled into a tight hug. He took a shuddering breath and stood still for a few moments before returning the embrace and clinging to his father almost desperately. He hadn’t held him like this since he was a small child but right now, this was exactly what he needed even if he hadn‘t known it until this moment. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for but couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Shhhh, it’s alright. You’re safe now,” Isshin murmured as he held him close and rubbed his back. Ichigo couldn’t help it, he buried his face against his father’s collar and held on tight. His breath shuddered in his chest and he hated how helpless it made him feel. He felt so guilty, so relieved, so miserable and so incredibly tired all mixed together. “It’s okay. I‘m going to take you home now.” Ichigo didn’t reply as his dad pulled off his own jacket and draped it over his shoulders. He was only wearing scrubs and thin slip-ons but that would be enough to get him to the car so they could go home. But he pulled back a little when they got to the door as he remembered the throngs of reporters that had gone into a frenzy when he’d been brought in. “The media. . ,” he said uncertainly. “We’re going out the back.” Isshin kept his arm around his shoulders as the uniform at the door escorted them down a back hallway and out to a waiting car. Ichigo settled in the backseat with his dad and let his head fall back against the seat. He must have dozed a little in the car because the next thing he knew, he was being nudged awake so they could go inside. He was a little surprised when he saw they’d pulled up in front of his father’s house where he’d grown up. For some reason, he thought they were going back to his apartment but he was grateful to be here. There was still a room upstairs for him and all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and forget everything for a while until he could get himself sorted out. Inside, he was greeted by Yuzu and Karin who both came forward and hugged him hard, each trying not to cry as they told him how happy they were that he was okay. He felt guilty all over again and he hugged them back and tried not to wince when it pulled at some sore spots. “Are you hungry at all,” his dad asked quietly. “Not really,” he mumbled. “I’m mostly just tired.” They’d fed him at the hospital and put him on an IV to deal with some minor dehydration so he really didn’t feel like eating right now. He let his family usher him up to his room but they were careful to give him his space, for which he was grateful. When he was alone, Ichigo pulled some spare clothes out of the closet and went to take another shower. But at the last minute, he decided on a bath instead. He’d gotten clean at the hospital but right now he wanted a nice, long soak. Once he’d shut and locked the bathroom door, he started the water and stripped his clothes off. During that whole time he’d been held prisoner, he’d been in some strange limbo where nothing really bothered him. But here, in this place, he was felt nervous like he was keeping some horrible secret. But as he slipped into the hot water, he felt it fade into the background. The foaming salts he’d added made a cap of bubbles that hid his body from him and helped build the illusion that nothing had happened. As he lay back in the fragrant water, he started to wonder if that’s what he really wanted. Did he want to forget everything? Had it been so completely horrible? Ichigo shifted where he sat as some unexpected soreness caught his attention. It wasn’t necessarily painful but it was a reminder just the same. His lips twitched a little at the mild absurdity of his next thought. Initially unwanted or not, the sex had been pretty incredible. He shook his head, making the water slosh against the side of the tub. It was over and it would never happen again. He needed to pull himself to together. Ichigo stayed in the bath long enough for the water to cool and his fingers to get wrinkled. Standing and getting out to dry, he pulled the plug and let it drain. Sighing, he wished his problems would drain away just as easily. He tossed the scrubs into the garbage and went back to his room where he locked himself in again. He checked the lock on the window before pulling the blinds. In his darkened bedroom, he crawled onto the bed and gathered the blankets tight around him. He lay awake in the dark for a long time, his mind floating before he finally drifted to sleep.
Ichigo was warm and comfortable despite the fuzzy haze that muffled everything and he sighed happily. His mouth was pleasantly full and his wrists and ankles were snuggly secured together. Biting at the gag, he tried to see what was going on but he was blindfolded and couldn’t see anything. But strangely, he wasn’t scared. He was bound hand and foot but he wasn’t panicking even when a firm tug showed him that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not even the skim of skilled fingers over his skin worried him. Strong, sliding touches aroused and soothed even as he lay captive in someone else’s hands. His growing erection tingled as those hands moved down to squeeze his ass firmly. He groaned in pleasure and pushed himself back as he felt the slick glide of something entering him slowly from behind. The torturously sweet sensation rippled through him even as he tried to pick up the pace. But it remained slow and steady no matter how he moved. His captor’s breath tickled his ear. “Mine.” Ichigo snapped awake instantly and it took him a few breathy moments to realize that he was in his own room. His heartbeat thumped hard in his chest and he was almost painfully hard. But he wasn’t bound and no one was touching him. He had a moment to wonder why he was vaguely disappointed by that. Forcing himself to relax, he took a deep breath. It wasn’t necessarily the fact that he was dreaming of being tied up that bothered him. It was how calm he’d felt while it was happening in the dream that was bothering him now. He shouldn’t be fantasizing about that still. The hard reality of it had been shoved in his face and here he was still wanting it. He lay back and tried to keep telling himself that it wasn’t going to happen. He knew there were places you could go, people that you could pay for that kind of thing. He’d done enough surfing online to see that. But aside from the obvious lack of safety, he didn’t like the idea of some stranger touching him. He snorted and rubbed a hand over his face. And who was the man with the blue hair? He didn’t even know his name so he was no better than a stranger. Was he even alive still? After what he’d said, Ichigo wasn’t so sure. “It’s either you or me.” Had he really meant that? It wasn’t a comfortable thought. Three days had passed since he’d come home to stay with his family. His dad had reluctantly flown out the day before because of another important court date that he couldn’t miss. It was part of the same case that had taken him out of town when all of this had started. Yuzu and Karin had left him mostly to himself but at least one of them was in the house with him at all times. And there had been a uniform posted outside the house since he’d come home. The press had been held at bay for the most part. There was an unrelated bombing on the other side of the city that had drummed up a new wave of ratings and Ichigo was mercifully forgotten. He lay in bed and stretched before looking at the clock. It was half past ten and he sighed. It wasn’t like him to sleep in this late. As if alerted by some unseen radar, there was a knock on his door. “Ichi-nii. Are you going to sleep all day?” Karin’s bored tone was underscored by a hint of worry and he winced. She was being nonchalant about the whole thing but she almost seemed more upset than Yuzu. Which was surprising since she was usually the stronger one. But now that he thought about it, Yuzu had been pretty steady during all of this as she continued to do her usual chores and care for everyone around her. Karin had been the one fidgeting and looking at him like she was afraid he’d disappear if she didn’t keep an eye on him. Her voice came through the door again. “If you think I’m serving you breakfast in bed, you’re nuts.” Apparently the worry was getting kind of thin because that sounded more like the irritable little girl he knew and loved. Ichigo smirked a little despite himself. “I’ll be down in a minute,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. He heard her mutter something but didn’t quite catch what she said. Stretching again, he pulled himself out of bed and got dressed. When he got downstairs, she was dishing eggs onto a plate and if he wasn’t mistaken, she winced a little when he came in. Like she didn’t like the thought of being caught doing something so domestic. When he grabbed a glass of juice and sat at the table, she dropped the plate in front of him with a little more force than necessary. “You know,” he said conversationally. “You’re going to make somebody the best little wife.” Ichigo looked up and grinned as her lip twitched and she struggled not to thwack him upside the head in retaliation. But after a moment, she got a strange look on her face before her expression softened. Then in a move that surprised them both, she leaned down to kiss his cheek. “I’m glad you’re home.” Ichigo blinked suddenly and fought to swallow around the lump in his throat. “Yeah,” he said. “Me too.” He watched her leave and felt that twinge of guilt again. They’d worried about him so much and suffered their own little torments while he’d been living out his dark little fantasies. He focused on his plate. Punishing himself wasn’t going to make it any better. When he was finished eating, there was a knock on the front door that made him instantly wary. His dad’s cop friends had been extremely vigilant at keeping reporters at bay but maybe one had slipped through. He certainly wasn’t expecting anyone. But when Ichigo looked out the window by the door, he saw one of his father’s colleagues outside. Urahara always looked rather shabby and unkempt for a detective but he did a lot of undercover assignments and it probably let him blend in. He smiled when Ichigo opened the door. “I’m sorry to bother you Kurosaki-kun,” he said. “That certainly doesn’t seem to be stopping you.” Karin was leaning against the inner door, her face impassive. She didn’t seem all that pleased to see him. Urahara didn’t take it personally and smirked at her. “With your in-house protectors, maybe you don’t need my guys outside.” Karin narrowed her eyes and Ichigo nearly rolled his own. “Is there something I can do for you?” he asked before she could say something scathing in return. “I’d like you to come down to the station and take a look at a lineup.” Ichigo tried not to fidget. “I told you I didn’t see anything,” he said cautiously. “And even if I did, I’m terrible with faces.” Which was true enough. He barely recognized some of the people he’d seen every for most of his life. “But you did hear them and we might be able to make an ID that way.” The look on the other man’s face said he wasn’t going to budge without Ichigo at least making an attempt. “Okay, fine.” “You want me to go with you?” Karin asked quietly. “No.” Ichigo turned and reached out to squeeze her shoulder before kneeling down to put on his shoes. “It’s okay.” He wasn’t really sure what he’d be able to tell them. He didn’t know the compelling blue haired man that had held him all that time and he didn’t recognize the voice of the other one who seemed to be in charge. But he’d give it a shot. Urahara told him that the police had found the building where he’d been kept when they canvassed the neighborhood where he’d been found. But it had been mostly gutted by a fire that broke out the night he escaped. There was no way they’d get any evidence that way. At the station, he was ushered into a room with a wide window and on the other side, there was another room with a line of men standing against the wall. Ichigo tried not to flinch when he saw number six. There was no mistaking that blue hair or the arrogantly disinterested expression. Or those eyes. As if he knew there was someone watching, that azure gaze flicked toward the window and pinned Ichigo where he stood. He knew that was ridiculous since there was no way he could see him through the glass. But despite his mild discomfort, he was relieved to see him alive. “Do you recognize anyone?” Urahara asked. “I told you.” Ichigo tried to make sure his voice was even. “I didn’t see anyone clearly.” “Alright.” The detective hit an intercom button. “Number one, please read the phrase on the paper.” The first man held up a white slip in his fingers. “You really think he’ll shell out that much?” His thin voice sounded bored. Definitely not the blue haired man’s accomplice. Each one read the same phrase out loud and none of them were the one. When it was number six’s turn, he didn’t bother to look at his paper. He focused on the glass with a little smirk and let the words roll off his tongue in a purr that nearly made Ichigo shiver. If Urahara noticed his reaction, he didn’t say anything. Ichigo weighed his options. He was a cop’s son and he knew better. But somehow he couldn’t make himself say it, couldn’t make himself point to the one that he knew. He let his gaze trail over each man equally while he tried not to stare openly at number six. It wasn’t the offhand threat at the end that kept him quiet. That didn’t worry him for some reason. It was something else, something much more personal that he didn’t dare explore here. Not even in his thoughts. “I’m sorry. I can’t help you,” he said quietly. Urahara’s cell phone beeped and he took it out to look at the display. He huffed a small breath that might have been relief before giving Ichigo a direct look that the redhead had a hard time meeting head on. He pulled the shade on the window and flicked off the intercom. When he spoke, his voice was quiet with enough understanding to make Ichigo flinch. “I won’t ask you why you refuse to identify him.” He held up a hand to forestall Ichigo’s automatic denial. “It‘s okay. You really don‘t have to tell me. It doesn’t matter now. We have his boss cold and that’s all that matters.” “His boss?” Ichigo was almost afraid to ask but couldn’t help it. “Aizen.” “The one my dad’s testifying against?” Ichigo’s eyes widened as he recognized the name. He’d never met the man but he’d heard the stories. “That’s the one. Grimmjow is just a hired hand and we don‘t need him now. It’s Aizen that we really needed to nail. He’s going down and there’s no way he’s getting out now.” Urahara’s shoulders seemed to relax a little and he rubbed the back of his neck. Grimmjow. The name seemed to suit the blue haired man even if Ichigo wasn’t sure why. The whole thing was starting to make a some sense now. He remembered Grimmjow saying it hadn’t been about the money, that it had been a distraction. When a sudden thought occurred to him, he took a breath. “What would have happened if my dad hadn’t testified? If he’d been distracted?” Isshin certainly would have been distracted if his son had been killed. Urahara met his flitting gaze with a serious one. “The case would have fallen through.” Ichigo bit his lip and paced a few steps away. “He said it wasn’t the money. That it was all a distraction.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud and he swallowed again unable to stop now that he‘d started. “He was supposed to kill me.” He wasn’t sure why he was shaking now, why this bothered him more than what had actually happened. Maybe it was the thought that he was supposed to have died that freaked him out. But Grimmjow had saved him at the risk of his own life. Ichigo turned back to Urahara, his expression hardening and his resolve returning. “He was supposed to kill me but he didn’t. I didn’t get away, he let me go.” Urahara was watching him carefully and Ichigo worried that he’d said too much. But the other man merely nodded. “You’re safe now and that’s all that matters.” Ichigo was sure that if anything had happened to him, other than what he’d been obsessing about, it would be a completely different matter. Urahara seemed satisfied with things as they were which was fine with him. Hitting the intercom button again, he dismissed everyone before turning back to Ichigo. “Go home and get some rest. It’s over.” Maybe the whole thing with Aizen was on it’s way to being over but Ichigo wasn’t sure about the rest. His own personal issues were still very much on his mind. But he wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do about them. Sighing as he tried to gather his whirling thoughts, he let himself be driven home so he could brood in private.
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