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Espada in Lock up	By : OddPairingFan Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Sin

"Remember you did nothing wrong. It was self defense." His lawyer, whose name he coudln't even remember because of how little they had actually spent time prepping for the case while he was in juvinile detention. Tesla merely nodded as he sat there in handcuffs waiting for their turn at trial. It wouldn't be such a big deal if he wasn't turning 18 in less than a month, which meant he could be tried as an adult and send to prison instead of juvie if he didn't prove his innocence. The charge was assault with a deadly weapon. Which was total bullshit in his opinion.

Two Weeks Ago

Wow I can't believe it worked, Tesla thought to himself as he got changed out of his get up in the bathroom. Thankfully his mother was out cold from her personal margaritaville and Brock was off getting more weed or coke or whatever the drug of the month was.

Pulling the blouse off he was a bit embarrassed yet felt so confident in his fake breasts. His good girlfriends were all theatre majors and they found his challenge of crossdressing to be a perfect challenge for their costume design and makeup project. The only exchange was that they had to take photos of him in his transformation for their portfolio. This gave them all the perfect excuse to go to the town down an exit and enjoy the boardwalk. It was probably one of his best days since he could remember. For once he didn't feel bad; didn't feel like he was born into the wrong skin. For once, he could call himself a she.

But once Tesla came home, she knew she had to drill into her head to call herself a he, hating the fact that she was defined by her flesh and not her soul. So now going back to being a he, Tesla started to remove all the thick makeup on his chest that gave the impression of cleavage. There wasn't much makeup on his face to deal with since with his blonde chin lenght hair and soft brown eyes he was feminine in appearance. The light blush and mascara did well to accent this though.

"Hey bitch I gotta piss so get outta there," Brock, Tesla's stepass and his mother's supplier banged on the door or the rundown apartments only bathroom. The lock was always flaky and this was one of those times that enough pressure would make the small stick of metal loosen and slip out of its designated hole, and with one more slam of the older man's fist the door burst open, revealing a half naked Tesla. It didn't help that Telsa that day had worn a jean skirt and still had his facial makeup on.

Brock, in his farmer's tan and beer belly glory stood there with a bit of shock on his face. Tesla quickly grabbed his clothes and pushed past him, running into his room and locking it with both the door knob lock and his own chain lock he had bought when he hit puberty and wanted better privacy. Tesla felt like his heart was in his throat as he tried to calm down. He braced against the door waiting for the slamming fists and threats, but they never came. Instead it got quiet, a suffocatingly deadly silent. Tesla waited against the door for what felt like hours, eventually falling asleep against the door.

"Ow my neck." Tesla mumbled as he rubbed his neck. It was pitch black outside, save the neon orange of the street light. Shimmying out of the skirt he accidentally had left on in his fear, the growling in his stomach driving him to put on some flannel pajama pant and sneak out of his room to get something to eat. The heavy breathing from the room next to him told him that at least his mother was asleep. Creeping with practice steps, Tesla looked towards the living room and saw that the TV was on the sports channel and the limp body of Brock on the recliner told him he was deep asleep. Inching over to the kitchen, Tesla reached into the lazy susan and grabbed his personal bag of chocolate dipped pretzels.

"Well hello sunshine," Tesla quickly turned around to see Brock standing there in a drunken stupor, leering at him with one hand in his boxers, gripping his hard length. Tesla held back a gag as he shot a dirty glare back at him and went to return to his room. However Brock cut him off.

"Move." Tesla mumbled, trying not to be embarrassed over what was seen earlier.

"You know, you pull this off really well," Tesla didn't understand until a greasy hand brushed against his cheek. Crap! the makeup! Tesla realised too late that he still hadn't washed his face. Smacking the hand away he went to go around the drunk, only to have the wind knocked out of him as an arm wrapped around his hip and slammed him into the counter. He couldn't help but hiss in pain as the door of the lazy susan hit his lower back and tailbone. "I prefered you in the skirt. Kinda looked like your momma back before she became so raggid." Tesla could handle insults to him, but his mother was another thing. Balling his fist up he went to swing, but his inexperience in fighting quickly came back to bite him as his wrist was easily grabbed.

HIs shoulder screamed in pain as his arm was bent back behind him, his stomach pressed to the filthy newspaper and empy botte covered table. He suddenly felt it; the large bulge against his ass as Brock started to grind against him. A hand slipped into his pants and squeezed his cheek before a thumb insterted itself into his puckering ass.

"N-no! Ah! Stop!" Tesla cried out as he felt the invading digit in his virgin hole. In his struggling, he grabbed the neck of a beer bottle and with all his strenght, turned and smashed the bottle across his attackers face. Quick to flee from the drunk man, Tesla stepped on some of the broken glass, making him collapse in pain as he stumble over his own two feet.

"You little cunt." Brock snarled, coming at him full force.

At the trial

"I know this is hard Mr. Lindocruz, but can you please tell the court what happened next?" His lawyer asked as he paced the room, taking turns staring at Tesla and the jury who were listening.

"Yes. I still had the broken bottle in my hand. When he came at me a held it up to defend myself. He tripped in his drunkeness and fell onto me and the bottle, which is what resulted in him getting stabbed in he stomach with it. I pushed him off of me and... there was so much blood. I thought I had killed him. I've never hurt anyone in my life. I... I froze."

"Yes and that is when your mother came out, correct?"

"Yes. She was screaming and calling 911. Everything after that is a big blur. Next thing I know I am told I am standing accused of trying to kill Bro- Mr. Cleaving. I swear I never did that." Tesla looked over at the jury, who seemed to have some sympathetic looks towards him, but some of the more reserved looking and older members seemed to look at them with disgust. He wasn't really surprised; not alot of people would openly talk about crossdressing and being caught wearing makeup.

"That is a very scary story Mr. Lindocruz," the DA commented, walking over to him as his own lawyer sat down, "I am so sorry you had to tell it again. But I have a few more questions for you." Tesla nodded in understanding and tried to calmly prepare himself for the harsh interrogation he was going to get.

"Your mother's statement says she came in and you were sitting on him, with the broken bottle in your hand and a, to quote her, 'a wild and demonic look in your eye. Care to explain."

"It is like I said, I pushed him off of me and she came into the room. I was not on top of him, he was on top of me."

"Yes and you had makeup on your face?"

"I don't see why that mat-"

"A simple yes or no son."

"....yes.." Tesla muttered.

"Yes. And you say you identify as transgender?"

"I've never really felt right in my skin, yes."

"Well with all due respect Mr. Lindocruz, weren't you afraid that Mr. Cleaving was going to tell your mother, or the people around in your life your dirty secret?"

"If he had told her I am sure she would have come banging on my bedroom door."

"So you thought, you could convince him to keep quiet about your secret?"

"What?" Tesla couldn't hold his anger back as he snapped at the DA, fully understanding what he meant. Why wasn't his lawyer objecting or anything?

"I will reword it. Did you try to wue Mr. Cleavings to have sex with you?"

"No!"

"And when he refused you tried to bribe him with other means to keep him quiet?"

"No!"

"And when all else failed you decided he would take your secret to the grave isnt' that right Mr. Lindocruz?"

"NO!" Tesla stood from his seat and screamed in the DA's face, gribbing the railing of the witness stand in a deathlike grip, wishing it was the pompous sick old man's neck.

:No further questions your honor." The DA had a confident smirk on his face as he walked back to his table. Tesla was removed and escorted to next to his lawyer, who was taking notes and didn't even aknowledge his presence when he returned. Looking around the room he saw no signs of his mother or Brock in the rows of people listening to the case.

1/2 and hour went by before the jury came back in with its decision.

"All rise," Tesla did so, looking to the jury for any hint of thier verdict, "Has the jury reached a verdict?"

"We have your honor. In the case of Tesla Lindocruz how to you find?"

"We find the defendant, Tesla Lindocruz, guilty on all charges."
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