His heart was the loudest of them all.
But Ichigo would never do that. He couldn't, not after the pain he caused her. The shocked look she gave him was enough to make him want to hang himself. But he had to do it. If he was the only one who would get punished for whatever relationship they had, then he'd take it on. But that wasn't what would happen.
Just like Andrew said, Angel would most likely suffer more. There was no way he was going to let that happen to her.
Ichigo ran a nervous hand through his messy wet hair as he turned the corner.
If only we met later, he thought, just one year later and we wouldn't have to worry about this.
He looked down at the ground and scowled. "I'm such a fucking coward," he cursed at himself.
Suddenly a rustling noise caught his attention, freezing him in his step as he peered over to a group of trees.
Silence.
I swore I just heard something… he stood still, straining his ears to pick up any noise but there was nothing but the pitter-patter of the rain.
He shook his head. "I must be going crazy," he sighed as he started to walk again.
"AAHH!"
Ichigo turned around, eyes wide at the sound of a scream. He knew he wasn't hallucinating and started to run towards where the scream came from. It came from between a small grouping of trees near his apartment. The rustling of leaves became louder and he soon stopped in his step at the scene before him.
He felt full anger boiling through his blood.
Angel was walking aimlessly, her mind way too fucked up to realize anything in her surrounding. She doubted anyone would see her in this quiet neighborhood especially since it was starting to rain really hard. She was getting soaked since she brought nothing with her, but she didn't care. However, she was startled when she suddenly heard the tapping of footsteps behind her.
"Well what do we have here? A lost kitty?"
Angel stiffened as she forced her jelly-legs to keep walking. But the voice only became louder as the footsteps neared her.
"Ah, don't leave. I just wanted to have a small chat with 'ya," the man said, his words a bit sluggish. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we talk for a bit?"
"No," Angel spat out as she knocked his hand off of her and started to walk faster. But the fucking bastard wasn't giving up. He grabbed her elbow and yanked her to a halt. "Ah!" she yelped in pain.
The man lowered his red face down to her level as he snarled. "Looking here girl, when I want to talk, I want to talk."
Angel stared in horror as his breath fanned over her face, a clear stench of alcohol coming from him. "Let go," she struggled to release his hold but he just held on tighter. Fuck, why did this have to happen now!
The man chuckled thinking her struggles were cute. "Aw, is the cute kitty scared? Don't worry, this won't take long," he smirked when he suddenly pulled her behind the trees.
Angel started to freak out. "STO—" her scream was blocked when his large hand clasped over her mouth.
He leaned forward and hissed against her ear. "I'd shut up if I were you," he threatened as he twisted her arm earning him a muffled scream of pain from her. He continued pulling her deeper into the trees.
Even with the threat, Angel tried to pull away as she stationed her feet to the ground, hoping the friction would stop him. But the man merely cursed as he used more of his strength to pull her with him. He was amazing strong for someone who was drunk and half out of his mind. Knowing there was no other way, Angel opened her mouth and quickly bit down on his dirty hands.
"AH!" he screamed, releasing his grip on her.
Taking the chance that was finally before her, Angel turned around to run away but her legs were still weak from the incident that afternoon that they gave up before she could make it too far.
"Come back here you bitch!" he yelled as he caught up to her and pushed her to the ground.
"You might not be scared of me, but someone could attack you like this someday. Prepare yourself."
Angel's eyes widened when those words suddenly came to her thoughts as the man clamped his hand down on her mouth again and used his other hand to rip open her school blouse.
"I'm walking you home. It's not safe for you to walk home this late at night."
"You should still be careful. I heard way too many stories of young girls getting attacked even though their karate-masters."
Angel couldn't believe this was happening. Ichigo's warnings kept playing in her head. Back then she told him he was being stupid, that she was in no danger. But look at her now. She continued to struggle as he ripped off her red bow but she wasn't strong enough to fight against a big man who was drunk. Her chest was now bare, except for her bra, before him.
Where's Ichigo when you need him?!
"Goddamit stay still!" he slapped her across the face.
But the moment Angel's head was shoved to the side, his hand on her mouth loosened, giving her the chance to scream. "AAHH!" was all she could let out before it was shoved down her throat.
"Screaming won't help you," he smirked as he started to grind himself against her, "Nobody's going to hear you. It's raining too hard."
Angel felt hot tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she clawed at the hand that was against her mouth. Her eyes widened and she tried to scream when she felt his other hands grabbing her breast with too much force.
With Ichigo it never felt disgusting and painful as it did now. With him it was always sweet and full of tender care. But the drunken man was just squeezing too hard.
"Hmph, I'd prefer bigger ones but I guess you're not that bad," he said before giving a long lick from her collarbone to her ear. He suddenly shoved his tongue into her ear and started to wiggle it around.
Angel gasped and felt her stomach churning in disgust. She trashed her head from side to side but he just kept following her!
"I'm not letting you go so might as well try and enjoy it," he whispered as he lowered his face to give long licks and nips downwards towards her breasts. Tears fell as he forcefully pried her legs apart with his own legs. He quickly settled between her knees and started to hump her through their clothes. "How you liking this?" he smirked.
Angel clenched her eyes and bit down on his hand one more time with all her might.
"Fucking bitch!" he yelped in pain before smacking her harder against the head. "I'll teach you to bite—" his words got cut off when something pulled him back by the shoulder. He never got the chance to say anything when in less than a millisecond a hard fist came straight at his face, knocking him off to the side.
Angel looked up to see her attacker on the ground with a bloody nose and an angry Ichigo standing between them with his chest heaving up and down.
"Ah, my nose," he groaned before glaring at Ichigo. "Fucking bastard, get your own whore—"
"You picked the wrong person to mess with!" Ichigo yelled as he grabbed the fallen man by the collar and pulled him up. He glared down at him with the most murderous looking eyes. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" he said before sending wild punches at the drunk.
Sitting up, Angel watched in horror as she clenched onto her wet and ripped blouse to hide her chests as Ichigo kept punching the man into unconsciousness. Blood was mixing with the rain as it fell to the ground. But whose blood it was she wasn't sure.
But one thing was certain, Ichigo had a murderous look in his eyes and at the rate he was going he was really going to kill that man! Even though the bastard deserved to be killed, seeing blood in Ichigo's hands was wrong. She had to stop him!
"I-Ichigo," her voice cracked.
Ichigo's fist stilled in midair when he heard his name being whispered through the rain. He turned around to see a shaking Angel looking at him with wide, scared eyes. He blinked several times before looking down to see the man's bleeding and bruised up face. Ichigo released his hold on his collar and the man fell onto the ground completely unconscious.
With his labor breath, Ichigo turned around and walked over to the woman on the ground. "Angel," he called out and extended a hand towards her. But he was shocked when she flinched at his near proximity. He bit his lip and cursed under his breath.
Angel looked away, not sure what to do in this situation. True he just saved her…but none of this would have happened if he hadn't yelled at her to leave!
"Angel," he tried again, "You okay?"
Angel felt her lower lip trembling. She looked at him with tears streaming down her face. "Do I look okay to you?!"
Ichigo cringed at the sound of her voice. It was breaking his heart.
"F-first you tell me to leave, then I got attacked by a drunk who tried to rape me! How could I possibly be okay?!" she screamed at him, her feelings for him mixing with her hatred for him. "I hate you!"
Fuck Andrew, Ichigo thought to himself before he reached over and pulled her shaking body against his. "I know," he whispered.
New tears escaped Angel's eyes as she shook against him. "I hate you," she cried, "I hate you."
"I know," he said again as his grip tightened. "I know…I'm sorry."
Hearing his sudden apology, Angel's hands came up around his neck and she clutched onto him for dear life as she sobbed out loud. Feeling the rain soaking through the remainder of her clothes, Ichigo held her tighter to warm her up.
But that was when he saw it.
He abruptly pulled her away from him only to see disgusting marks extending from her creamy neck and down to her chest. His jaws clenched tight as he felt anger bubbling in him again.
"Ichigo?" she whimpered, missing his warmth against her bare chest.
The orange head growled in anger as he picked up her fragile body and ran towards their apartment. Angel held onto him, not questioning where he was going and what he was going to do. She knew what it was that suddenly made his eyes murderous again. She could feel the marks burning against her skin and she wanted nothing but to claw them off. As he ran up the stairs Angel started to shake uncontrollably. Her hold on him tightened as she tried to get rid of the sensation of another man's tongue on her body.
Ichigo yanked open the front door and ran straight to the bathroom. Before Angel could even protest he went into the tub and turned on the shower head, warm water soaking both occupants as it rained down on them. The moment Ichigo's grip on her slackened, Angel started to tremble uncontrollably as she started to scratch her neck as if it had been attacked by mosquitoes. Seeing Angel trying to claw out her own skin Ichigo held up both of her hands above her with one of his hands while parting her shit open with the other.
"Ichi—" the last syllable of his name went unheard when Ichigo mashed his mouth against Angel's, hard. Her eyes widened with surprise before she shut them tightly, accepting his method of erasing the unwanted touches on her body with his. He forced his way into her mouth and started to travel around the carven of her mouth with his tongue.
Without warning, Ichigo's unoccupied hand came up and palmed one of her breasts firmly. Angel gasped against his mouth, her legs tightening themselves around his waist. In instinct, Ichigo grounded himself against her, sending the two into a choir of moans as he continued replacing the bastard's touches with his own. Angel finally yanked her hands out of his grip and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as if it was possible.
The images of Angel getting attacked by that fucker kept playing in his head, causing Ichigo to become even more aggressive. He moved his free hand under her knee and started to rub the skin under it. Angel threw her head back to gasp, Ichigo's lips following.
The hand on her breast was kneading it through the fabric, his fingers trying their best to tweak her nipples even harder than they already were. And his other hand was slowly moving up and down her leg, every time reaching even higher until his fingers brushed against her panties. Angel moaned when she felt him fingering the lace on her panties before slowly—so fucking slowly—slipped them under the damn fabric.
"I-Ichigo!" Angel yelped, breaking away from his possessive lips.
But the man immediately went for her neck as he kept grounding against her. Now that her mouth was unoccupied, Angel couldn't stop the whimpering noises from escaping her throat as he humped her through their wet clothes. He was grounding against her so hard that she felt her back sliding up and down the tiled walls.
"AH!" She could not longer hold off her screams when she felt one of his callous fingers slide between her wet folds. "Ichigo!" she screamed, clutching onto his back, nails digging through his wet shirt. Just hearing her scream his name was enough for him to reach over and rub her sensitive nub hard.
Ichigo pulled away from her creamy neck, which was now bruised and red, and quickly took her lips back to his mouth, shoving his tongue deep enough to steal her voice into his own throat.
The two continued kissing, touching, rubbing, moaning, and gasping each other's name as the water from the shower head continued coming down on them, sprinkling them with waters to erase the unwanted and replacing it with they're own imprints.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but in reality a few minutes, the movements of their lips slowed and Ichigo's hands stilled. Only when their shaking stopped did he lean back a little, allowing them some air to breath.
Ichigo looked down only to see teary violet orbs looking up at him. Not liking the pain behind those beautiful eyes, he pulled her against him, hugging her against his damp body.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "Angel, I'm so sorry." He pulled her tighter into his embrace which she returned. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again. I'm never leaving you alone again," he promised.
Upon those words tears started to pool out of her eyes again. Angel sobbed as she clutched onto him as if for dear life.
Never again, was she going to let him leave her alone again.
Never again.