Crimson and Ebony Chapter 3: Red Bleeding Red
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WARNING: This chapter contains a graphic sequence of RAPE. If that's gonna bother you, you shouldn't be reading this story...
Four weeks and counting...
She was even more tense than usual, waiting for Grimmjow to rat her out. But he never did, he kept his word. What a weird concept... an honest Arrancar. It seemed very odd to her. But she was grateful that he'd kept his silence.
But he still made her nervous, when he looked at her from across the room with unmasked lust in his gaze. That look made her skin tingle with what she told herself was fear. Had any man ever looked at her that way? Or had they just been more subtle than Grimmjow? She wasn't sure, but she suspected that she was drawing closer to a time when she would wake up to find him in her bed with her.
That frightened her.
But she had more important things to worry about. She still had nothing to give Aizen, and she could tell, despite the cool mask he wore, that he was becoming impatient. She wondered what he would do if she proved to be of no use to him.
“Crimson-san, Aizen-sama has requested your presence.” The messenger stated briskly.
“Hai.” she replied. She would find out his reaction soon enough...
-//-
Skimming across the sand on a long, serpentine hollow, were the would-be heroes. Off to rescue Inoue Orihime, and hopefully aid in defeating Aizen from the inside. A human, a Quincy, a substitute shinigami, a shinigami and a shinigami Vice-Captain, all riding alongside the Hollow companions Ichigo had discovered in the form of a small girl named Nel and her caretakers. Each one had their own reasons for coming to this barren place, for acting to save the human girl.
Sado Yasutora, the human man, had promised to fight for Ichigo, to help the boy in his battles. He held steadfastly to that promise at he looked out at the desert surrounding him. For him it was simple. This was what Ichigo was fighting for. That was more than enough for him.
Ishida Uryu felt responsible for Inoue. All that time they'd spent in Soul Society had made him protective of her. She had an innocence about her, a purity he hated to see tarnished, even more than he hated to see a torn seam or a ripped piece of clothing. A tainted Orihime seemed like a violation against nature. He'd watched her pine over Ichigo, had seen her hold herself back from the brink of a battle she knew she couldn't get involved in. He'd watched her pour her heart and soul into becoming stronger, just so that she wouldn't have to leave her friends' sides. It broke his heart, to think that even now, she needed them and they couldn't get there fast enough.
Kurosaki Ichigo always felt responsible for the people he cared about. Like it was somehow his fault that something had gone wrong in their lives. Even now he wished that his influence hadn't gotten Inoue in this mess in the first place. It was all his fault, it was always his fault. He had to fix it.
Kuchiki Rukia was like Ishida, she'd been friends with Orihime, had loved her like a sister. The thought of her getting hurt was nearly unbearable. How could anyone hurt a girl like Orihime? How could anyone be so horrible?
Abarai Renji had entirely different reasons than the rest. He'd barely known Orihime, and though he thought she was sweet and wanted to save her, his eyes were set more on finding the Arrancar and fighting them, getting stronger. They were about to begin a terrifying war. It seemed he was far more aware of that then the rest... But he wasn't about to wait for it to happen, Soul Society had dismissed the idea of sending a team in far too quickly in his opinion. Wouldn't it be better to strike first? To find out what they were fighting? Why had Yamamoto-soutaichou been so against this? He frowned slightly to himself, wondering if he wasn't doing something stupid and reckless again. He probably was. But his instincts told him that this was where he was needed. And they hadn't let him down yet.
-//-
“A-Aizen-...sama?” Inoue Orihime felt so small, so helpless, standing in the middle of the room with Arrancar surrounding her, completely trapped. Aizen was in front of her, and the silence was so complete that even the sound of a person's breathing seemed muted. She was trembling, but she did her best to hide it, she had to be strong.
When the silence was finally broken it made her jump nearly out of her skin. So loud! The door slammed open and when the woman with long red hair walked in everyone turned to look. The woman strode up to stand beside Orihime while everyone watched, and she bowed curtly to Aizen. Orihime could only stare at the woman beside her. She stood in the same position as Orihime, surrounded, unable to get away. But she didn't seem afraid, she stood tall and proud. She looked Aizen dead in the eyes and she didn't waver. The human girl was completely in awe.
“Ah, Crimson-kun. So good of you to join us...”
“You did summon me, Aizen-sama.” Crimson replied, blinking, voice deadpan.
“I did.” Aizen confirmed, smiling in that all-knowing way of his. “I thought that you would all like to know, that we have intruders in Hueco Mundo.”
There were scattered murmurs, voicing fading into a buzz of excitement. Grimmjow was the first to speak up, standing up from his chair, where the Espada sat alongside Aizen. “Well, what're we doin' here then? We gotta go get 'em!” he said gruffly, and a few nodded and murmured in agreement.
“Always so enthusiastic, Grimmjow...” Aizen said quietly, “They are not yet a problem. We shall leave them be.”
“You're gonna wait until they become a problem? That's foolish! Ya gotta stop an infestation b'fore it starts!” Grimmjow turned as if to leave the room, but he was immediately stopped by a surge of reiatsu crushing down on him.
He choked, unable to breathe, while everyone else looked on with blank faces. Orihime clapped a hand over her face in horror, whimpering under her breath.
“S-Stop! Stop it! You're hurting him!” she cried out, eyes wide in innocent shock.
Aizen looked and smirked at her. “You would like me to stop, Orihime-san?”
“Stop it! Please!”
Crimson looked over at Orihime, frowning. So this was the ryoka girl from that time before? She seemed so... human...
Aizen released Grimmjow, letting the man fall to the floor as he spluttered for breath. He coughed harshly and went shakily back to his seat. Crimson pressed her lips together in a small frown. Aizen truly didn't care about the ones who worked for him. They were just tools to him. Just another way he disgusted her. She never used to treat her subordinates this way.
“Moving on. The intruders should arrive in the next few days. I expect that all of you know how to welcome them?” he chuckled, like they were going to throw a party. But nevertheless the Arrancar nodded. You welcomed intruders with a bare blade. Aizen smiled, so sweet as to make your stomach roll, before he stood, beckoning to the women in the centre of the room. “I would like to speak to the two of you. Come this way.”
Crimson walked ahead, her legs were longer than Orihime's, and the human girl was hesitating. But in the end they both ended up in another pure white room. Alone with Aizen.
“Crimson, tie Orihime-san's hands for me.” He said, smiling at the redhead.
“Sorry?” Orihime said, eyes wide. “I-I won't do anything bad! You don't have to tie me up!”
Aizen chuckled, his eyes glinting with lewd intentions as he gazed at the girl. Crimson felt bile rise in her throat.
“No.” she said darkly. “I won't tie her up so you can play your sick games with her...” she growled.
Aizen met her gaze with another serene smile. “You have no choice.” he purred, words laced with venom. “I shall use Orihime-san as I please. Whether you like it or not.”
Orihime was frozen, eyes wide, hands over her mouth. The meaning of his words was slowly dawning on her, and with it came a bubble of panic that rose up her throat.
“No! No!” she wanted it to be a scream, but all that came out was a whisper, like her voice had been stolen away from her. Crimson looked over at the horror stricken girl and her eyes narrowed. This wasn't right, she had to stop it. But how...?
“Take me.” she said, turning her gaze back to Aizen.
The man pursed his lips, looking interested in her words. “What was that?”
“Take me instead.” the shinigami girl demanded, “This girl is just a human, she'll break before you get any satisfaction out of her. Use me instead.”
Inside she was trembling, wanting to scream out that she didn't mean it. But she couldn't back down now. She'd seen the look on Aizen's face, and she would not let an innocent girl be defiled by this bastard's twisted desires.
“An... interesting offer...” he said, smiling slowly. “But either way, how do I know that it will satisfy me?”
“I'll make sure it does. I'll do whatsoever you ask.”
The smile widened, and she knew that had been exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Ulquiorra, take Orihime-san back to her chamber.”
As the orange-haired girl was dragged out of the room she looked back. The woman looked frightening and strong, and not scared at all. But inside Inoue knew that she had just been saved. “Thank you...” she whispered, so quiet you could barely hear it.
But Tatsu heard, and closed her eyes against the crushing fear. She was doing this for that sweet, young girl. She was protecting an innocent. That was who she was. Whatever Aizen might do to her... It was worth it for that single breathless thank you.
-//-
A scream of pain ripped through the air, only minutes later. It was followed by more, becoming louder and louder as the pounding rhythm of hips and blood grew faster.
She knew that it only aroused him more when she screamed, but the pain was too great for her to deny him. She was ripping from the inside out, blood trickling down her thighs in a river of pain and disgust. He hadn't even bothered to remove his clothes, though he'd forced her to remove her own. She felt so exposed in front of his eyes, like her clothes had been armour and now she was open to attack.
Then he'd told her to bend over, on all fours, and the humiliation was apparent on her face. But she did as she was asked, a good little slave, and forced herself not to whimper when she heard the rustling of his hakama. There was no warning before he was shoving himself into her, invading her body. Tears had immediately sprung into her eyes and she'd choked on her own saliva in her shock. But he'd given her no rest, no time to adjust, and had simply begun thrusting his hips against hers. That was when the screaming started.
“Yes, scream for me. You're helpless before me, so scream.” he'd murmured in her ear, his voice was thick with lust and she flinched in disgust.
He started touching her, groping her breasts, stroking her legs, her back, her ass. Every place he touched seemed to be caked in a layer of grime so deep she could never wash it clean.
“S-stop, please, stop...” she whined, voice hoarse from screaming. Her eyes were blank and glassy with pain and shock. “N-no more. Please...”
Her begging must've been too much for him, because it was only a moment later when she felt him swell and jerk inside her.
“No! No, don't!”
But it was too late, she felt him orgasm, his sticky, thick seed filling her up and mixing crudely with her blood. When he pulled out of her she mewled in pain and slumped the the ground. Blood and other liquids she dared not name dripped down her thighs in thick drops. She whimpered pathetically.
The look he sent her was pure malice, he was completely satisfied. She shuddered as she realized what he had just done to her.
“I know that you dream of escape.” he murmured, and her eyes clenched shut against his hissing voice, not wanting to hear it. “But do you really want to go home now? What will they think of you, tarnished and spoiled as you are now?”
She choked on a sob. So this had been his plan all along, to punish her, to break her. And she'd let him. Hell, she had asked him to. She hung her head in shame, tears of pain and humiliation streaking down her face.
“Get dressed and get out. I'm finished with you for tonight.”
-//-
When she finally managed to hobble her way back to her room, Grimmjow was waiting for her.
“Here for Aizen's sloppy seconds, you pig?!” she growled, glaring half-heartedly at him and collapsing onto her bed. She was so tired... She wanted to sleep forever, never wake up again. Never face the reality of what had just happened. “Go ahead. I don't fucking care any more...”
The teal-haired male raised an eyebrow at her. He'd been waiting there, expecting to find her tired and vulnerable to him. He wanted her, he wasn't afraid to admit it. But seeing her like this, so obviously abused, was an immediate turn off.
“Oi. What happened t' you?” he asked, sitting himself on the edge of her bed and looking down at her still form. His nose wrinkled at the scent of blood and sex that clung to her.
“What the hell does it look like?!” she snarled, curling up in a ball so he couldn't touch her.
He frowned, looking her over. She was trembling, just barely but he could still see. And she looked... broken somehow... His brow furrowed.
“What's th' matter with ya?” he asked, confused.
She just sighed and shook her head. “Just... go away, Grimmjow... I can't deal with you right now...”
His frown only deepened at her words, and he looked, for a moment, like a confused child. But a twinge of something unfamiliar had him getting to his feet and turning out the light. Shrouded in the dark he crawled in beside her and wrapped and hesitant arm around her shoulders. She looked back at him, surprised, but didn't push him away.
It was strange to think that Grimmjow was trying to comfort her. But she'd seen stranger in this forgotten, barren place. So she allowed herself to lean back into the touch and sigh, and feel warm. His touch was gentle, so different from the touch that had hurt her before. She thought, perhaps, she could cleanse herself of this shame after all...
Grimmjow watched her fall asleep and scowled at himself. He didn't know why he was being nice to her all of a sudden... But he figured he could call it temporary insanity and get away with it. So he fell asleep too. Because the next day, they were enemies again.
-//-
Wow, so that was the first rape scene I've ever written... So what do ya think? XD
Tatsu: -cries- Are! Why did you do this to me!?
Are: Plot point, Tatsu honey, plot point
Tatsu: I'm gonna go die now...
Are: Just make sure you revive for the next chapter.
Tatsu: -sobs-
Please Review! I'm working really hard on this so please show me that its worth it T_T
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