Chapter 15:The Storm

"We're going to be late!"

"No we're not!" Angel shouted back as she came out of the kitchen with a bento box. "There's still a good forty minutes left before the bell rings and it doesn't take us longer than twenty minutes to walk there. Here," she shoved the box to him.

"Thanks," Ichigo replied as he grabbed his lunch, while putting on his shoes. "Don't forget to bring that report you have to turn in to Andrew. It is almost 30% of your overall grade."

Angel rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Hurry up and just go," she lightly pushed his shoulders.

Ichigo turned back and leaned over to brush his lips against hers. "I'll see you in a bit," he grinned.

Angel smiled back. "Okay," she replied, smacking his head to get him out of the apartment as soon as possible. When he finally closed the door, Angel took off her apron and tossed it on top of the kitchen counter. She huffed, looking around the apartment. "Looks like I have some cleaning to do when I get home tonight," she groaned. Checking the clock one last time, she quickly ran to her room to change into her uniform and grab her bag.

And as she said to Ichigo, forty minutes was still enough time to get to school and not be late.

"Ohayo Bushū-san!" several students greeted her as she walked into the school building.

She immediately brought out her fake act and smiled back. "Ohayo," she greeted back like any other day.

But today was far from normal.

Angel tried to pretend like nothing different was going on but she couldn't help hearing the whispering and the gossiping that was circulating amongst the students.

"Did you hear? Walker-sensei is apparently having an affair with a student!"

Angel literally stopped in mid-step when those words entered her ears. She turned around to see two girls whispering to each other (although they weren't being very quiet since she could still hear them).

"A student? But I heard it was with another teacher!" the other girl replied to her friend.

Suddenly, a male student came up to add his two-cents. "No, I heard he's doing it with Fernandez-sensei."

"EEHH?"

Angel rolled her eyes as she continued her way back to her classroom. It was just another stupid rumor. She slid open the door and walked in. "Ohayo," she greeted her friends.

"BUSHŪ-SAAAAANNNN!" Jonny screamed with joy as danced around Angel. "You look beautiful as always!"

Angel gave him the usual 'innocent' giggle. "You flatter me too much, Lopez-kun." She sat down on her seat where her group of friends have gathered. "Hey guys."

"Angel, have you heard?" Bia leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill out even more, "Apparently Walker-sensei is married!"

Angel suddenly started coughing from her own saliva that got caught in her throat.

Jane sat up and shook her head. "No, Ichigo isn't married; I would have known if he was." But then she leaned forward and whispered, "But I did hear he is living with a girl."

Almost everyone around them gasped.

"I can't believe Ichigo got laid before me!" Jonny whined.

"He's older than us so it's not that shocking," Joshua commented before he added, "Besides its obvious everyone is going to get laid before you, Lopez-kun."

"WHYYY?!" He screamed out the window.

Jane rolled her eyes, getting back to the topic at hand. "I still can't believe Ichigo has a sex-life though."

Angel looked up and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He never seemed interested in girls before," she said, "I wonder if he changed while in college."

"Well I'm not surprised if he has a sex-life since he is pretty hot," Bia smirked, "Not to mention he has a sexy tushie that no girl could resist."

Angel had to stop herself from imagining Ichigo's butt.

"I don't think we should be discussing about this," Clara whispered, "He might be coming in any minute."

"Oh don't be shy, Clara," Bia grinned, "It's not like we're talking about your Montes-sensei."

Clara blushed. "Stop teasing, Bia-chan!"

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?"

Angel and her friends turned around to see Justin walking towards them with Ivan and Aaron on either side of him. "Ohayo, Justin! I haven't seen you all week," Angel greeted with a smile, "It's already Friday."

But Justin responded with a silent glare before looking at the other girls. "What the fuck is so interesting that you guys are giggling like idiots this early in the morning."

"Jeez Tan, what's up your ass so early in the morning?" Jane glared, "You haven't come to class for several days. The least you could do is say 'hi'."

Justin just grunted at her as he pushed his way to his seat.

Angel turned around and asked, "You okay?"

Again, he didn't respond. He just leaned back on his seat and stared out the window. "Hopefully it will be soon," he whispered to no one.

At that moment the bell rung and Ichigo came in, shouting, "Quiet down and get back to your seats!"

Angel sat up straight and looked straight at Ichigo who was starting attendance as usual. She wondered if he had heard of the rumors yet…

"Ichigo, are the rumors true?"

Well, looks like she'll get her answer sooner than expected.

Ichigo looked up to glare at Jonny. "What rumor are you talking about?"

"Well, duh!" Jonny ran over and threw an arm around his old babysitter, "I heard you're living with a girl!"

Ichigo stared at him with wide eyes. "W-what?! Where the fuck did you hear that?!"

"Apparently there's a rumor going around that you're sleeping with someone, like with another teacher or something," Jane commented, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at him, "Mind giving us an explanation?"

Ichigo made sure his eyes didn't move over to Angel, who was trying to cover her blush by pretending to read her book.

Of course Justin was watching both of their reaction with a watchful eye. They were being way too obvious. If anyone noticed their stiff bodies, they could have automatically guessed it might have something to do with the rumor. He scowl deepened the more the thought about that night.

"Where is this coming from? Who started that fucked up rumor?" Ichigo asked, forgetting about the rule of 'no cursing' from teachers at the school.

"Aw, don't act shy Ichigo," Jonny grinned before a dreaded look overshadowed his face and he ran towards an open window to scream, "WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow before pointing at the teenager who was starting to cry out the window. "What's wrong with him?"

"He's just sexually deprived," Joshua smiled.

Ichigo shook his head. "Anyways, I don't know where that stupid rumor started, but it's not true."

"So you're not in a relationship?" Jane asked.

Again, Ichigo shook his head. "I haven't been in one in a long time. Now, let's get back to work."

Justin, who was leaning on his desk, noticed how stiff Angel's shoulders became when the orange head teacher commented about not being in a relationship. He couldn't stop a low growl from escaping his throat.

"Tan, why don't you give us your thoughts on the last chapter first," Ichigo called over. But he was taken aback when the red head student gave him an icy glare.

Not giving a damn what would happen to him, Justin stood up, hands in his pocket, bag still slung over his shoulder, and stomped his way to the door.

As Justin passed by him, Ichigo quickly grabbed his shoulder and stopped him in his track. "Where do you think you're going, Tan?" Ichigo glared. Justin tried shaking the teacher's hold off of him but it didn't work; Ichigo just held on tighter. "I asked where you're going in the middle of class." Venom was literally pouring out from Ichigo's mouth.

Justin's hand immediately came up and grabbed Ichigo's wrist in a death grip. He yanked it off his shoulder and glared back, barring his teeth like a crazed dog. "Don't fucking touch me you bastard."

Everyone gasped.

Did Justin have a death wish or something?! Because he just signed up for one with his own hands!

Ichigo's eyebrows were close to touching as his entire body tensed. "Watch your mouth, Tan, I'm your teacher. Now go back to your seat before I decide to report you to the principle."

"Do it if you want, fucker," Justin sneered, "I don't give a fuck what you do. Expel me if you want." He quickly tossed Ichigo's arm to the side and continued his way out the door.

Everyone, except Ichigo, cringed when they heard the deafening sound of their classroom door being slammed shut, the noise echoing through the empty hallway, as the red head disappeared.

Ichigo kept his eyes on the door for several seconds before closing his eyes and facing back to the classroom.

Angel could see how bothered he was. His hands were rolled up into fists and his breathing was labored. She could tell that it took all he had to stop himself from punching Justin in the face just a moment ago.

Trying his best to control his breathing, Ichigo looked back to the rest of the class and cleared his throat. "Rodrigo, you start," he called out with a husky voice.

Clara and the rest of the class were still staring with gaping mouths at the door, none paying attention to their teacher who was trying to restart class.

"Rodrigo," he called out again.

"H-hai!" she jumped up and stood up from her seat. "Ano, I thought the last chapter was t-tragic because Titus—" (*A/N)

Barely anyone paid attention to what Clara was saying. Heck, the girl didn't even know half of the stuff she was saying either. They were all in too much of a daze as what just happened to care about grades right now.

Why did Justin suddenly leave like that? Why was he so angry? Because of Ichigo? Did it involve the rumor? …Or something else?

Ichigo sighed as he entered his private office.

It was passing period, which meant he had a little over ten minutes to straighten out his thoughts before going to his next class.

He walked over to his desk and dropped into his chair in exhaustion.

Justin's behavior this morning was totally uncalled for. Heck, Ichigo didn't even know why that bastard was so fucking pissed. He knew that kid didn't like him much, but to leave class like that after cursing at him like some gangster, seemed a bit extreme.

Ichigo shook his head. "I shouldn't let it bother me," he murmured to himself before reaching for his bento box. Lunch had already passed but he so busy with planning his materials that he never got the chance to eat. He was hoping to eat something now. As he opened the lid of his bento, all negative thoughts that had been plaguing his mind that day disappeared when he peered at his lunch. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

On top of the rice, Angel had arranged the green beans into one of her horrific Chappy drawing with the words 'ganbatte' written below it. Still, it was kind of cute.

"Stupid midget," Ichigo snickered.

Just then, the door to his office swung open with so much intensity that Ichigo was barely able to close his lunch on time. He turned around and glared. "What the fuck, Andrew?! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

Andrew walked in and crossed his arms. "Etiquettes aren't important right now. But what is, is the rumor that's going around school."

Ichigo stared at his friend, confused. "What rumor?"

Andrew sighed. "About you living without someone."

"Not that again," Ichigo scoffed, as he leaned back against his chair and rubbed his temples. "I already heard enough of that from my students and I don't need anymore shit from you."

"Sorry but you're getting one," Andrew pushed up his glasses, "Especially since it involves a student."

Ichigo fell off his chair. "W-WHAT?!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you've been hearing this all day?"

Ichigo stood up and steadied himself against his desk. "Yeah, but my students said it was just some random girl or a fellow teacher from this school, but never a student."

"Well, rumors can go out of hand," he said, thinking back to the stupid rumor of him being gay, which was TOTALLY untrue.

Ichigo looked away, trying to control the sweat rolling down his forehead. He sat back into his chair and tried to act nonchalant. "So, um, if that's what you want to talk about then, ahem, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not involved with anyone."

Andrew looked at his friend, eyeing him from head to toe. "You're lying."

Ichigo almost fell again. "W-what? Why the hell would you say that?"

"Because one, you stuttering; and two, you're sweating bullets."

Shit, Ichigo cursed in his head. "I'm just constipated, that's all."

Andrew frowned. "Anyways, whether that's true or not, be careful. This school doesn't give a single chance to anyone if these scandalous rumors turned out to be true. Noel is the only exception, but if you started a relationship while teaching a student, then you're in trouble."

"Don't worry," Ichigo gulped, "I'm not involved with a student, let alone with another teacher or some other random girl."

Andrew nodded. "And it better stay that way, or else." Having said what he wanted to say, Andrew was about to make his way out the door when his friend stopped him.

"Wait, Fernandez," Ichigo called out, "Just out of curiosity, what might happen if, hypothetically, a student and a teacher did get themselves involved in a relationship?"

Andrew slowly turned around with a scrutinizing look. He took in a deep breath, signaling the start of the long 'I-know-more-than-you' lectures Andrew gave to almost everyone. "Why are you asking such an obvious question? The teacher would definitely get fired and the student expelled. Worse, the teacher could get arrested for having a relationship with a minor and the student could be sent to juvenile court if she was the one who instigated the relationship. Not to mention this could disgrace her family and she can never escape the image of having been 'touched' by a teacher. It would make her seem easy, in turn making her an easy target for other perverts out there. Furthermore, she won't be able to get into other schools, so would end up with no education passed high school. She'd end up working at a burger house or, if her parents kick her out for such a disgrace, could work in the streets."

Ichigo gulped. Not merely because of the massive information he got in less than thirty seconds, but because it sounded like Andrew knew something, and was thus warning him with everything he said. "I-I see. Thanks for telling me," Ichigo nodded, avoiding eye contact with his friend.

Andrew stood there, eyeing the orange head with a look that was sending out a message he could only hope was reaching Ichigo . You better remember this, Walker, or else you'll end up ruining her. "Is that all you wanted to know?"

Ichigo nodded, rubbing his face with one hand. "Yeah, thanks for the info."

Andrew shrugged. "Well, it was a hypothetical question after all."

Ichigo stiffened at the tone of Andrew's voice. He didn't even look up as he left his office, closing the door behind him to leave Ichigo alone again in his room.

He stood there for awhile, chanting in his head everything Andrew just told him.

The student expelled.

Juvenile court.

Disgrace.

'Touched.'

Easy target.

No education.

Burger house…

…Streets.

Ichigo slumped over in his chair, cradling his head with hands propped up by the elbow on top of his desk. He stiffened when one of his arms touched the bento box next to him. He carefully opened his eyes and stared at the object that, only a few minutes ago, was the object of his momentary happiness.

After staring at his untouched lunch for a few more seconds, he pulled out his cell phone. He immediately texted Angel "Meet me in my office, now," before flipping his phone shut.

He stayed very still, eyes closed as he strained his ears to hear the familiar light footsteps that belonged to a certain midget. In a few minutes, the door opened and closed after someone came in.

"You called me, Ichigo? Passing period is almost over."

The said man stiffened upon hearing his name escaping her lips with such sweetness. He groaned as he thought about everything that's been happening that day.

Angel walked over to his side, and peered at his face from the side. "What's bothering you?" she asked with her cute pout, "Is it about Justin? Or the rumor?"

Upon hearing 'rumor' from her, Ichigo quickly stood up and took in a deep breath.

He had to do this.

There was a reason why Andrew warned him, and Ichigo never doubted his friend for a single second since they met.

He knew…Andrew knew everything and was giving him a chance to end everything before it became too dangerous.

"Angel…"

"Yeah?" she looked up at him.

"This can't work…"

Angel frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Ichigo sighed. "We should stop all this."

"Ichigo," she lifted a brow at him, "You're not making any sense."

But he kept his eyes away from her, knowing full well how her violet eyes have the ability to make him fall to her will, whatever it may be. "Leave," he simply said.

Angel stared at him before scoffing. "What? Why should I? You're the one who called me here—"

"I meant leave my apartment," he interrupted, his cold gaze looking straight into her violet eyes that widened at his words. "I want you gone by the time I get home. I'm sure Lucy will take you in so go there."

"What?" Angel asked but he only turned around, slamming his hands on top of his desk. She was in a daze for a few seconds before mustering enough strength to step closer to him. She placed a shaking hand on his arm. "W-What are you talking about? I…Is something wrong?"

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut as his hands clenched into fists. "Don't question me. Just leave."

"Ichigo—"

"Stop stalling and go!" he yelled, squeezing his eyes tightly that veins were popping out from the sides.

Angel was slightly taken aback by his sudden outburst. She couldn't understand what was happening. Weren't things getting better between them? Sure they never really said anything about their overall relationship, but from the way things were going, shouldn't it be obvious? Her grip tightened. "Ichigo, I don't understand—" Angel's words got cut off when Ichigo violently yanked his arm out of her grip.

Ichigo turned around with his tense back to her. "I can't take this anymore…I'm tired of what's happening between us. Besides," he paused before speaking again with more venom in his voice then when he had talked to Justin. "It's not like there anything going on between us."

Angel felt her heart shriveling up into a tight ball.

"Just leave…Bushū," he growled, his hands rolling up to tight fists next to his sides.

Angel didn't know why. Why was her vision suddenly blurry? What were these wet things falling from her eyes? She couldn't understand what was happening around her and why her throat clenched shut. So she did the only thing she could think of. Without another word Angel turned and ran out of his office.

Once he heard the door shut closed, Ichigo gritted his teeth as he slammed his two fists on top of his table again, directing all his anger at the innocent desk. As the desk shook, he heard something falling over and dropping on the floor with a plunk and a klank.He looked over to see the lunch Angel had made for him that morning, all over the floor. The good food and the sweet—but ugly—drawing of Chappy now completely ruined. "…Fuck," he groaned.

Angel didn't even give her friends a second glance when she reached her classroom. With a tear-stained face she ran inside and grabbed her school bag. Her friends were shocked to see her so stressed out but as they were asking her what was wrong she stormed out the classroom, forgetting there was still a few hours left of school.

The past month was flashing through her mind as she ran out into the streets. Tears streamed out of her eyes as she bumped against poles and total strangers, but she never stopped running.

"Hey! Watch where you're going bitch!"

"Miss you okay?"

"You knocked over my sculpture!"

People shouted after her but she kept running. She ran until her lungs started to constrict. She ran until her legs started to wobble. She ran until her uniform started to get damp with her sweat She ran until she was sure she was far away from school…and Ichigo.

She ran towards the apartment that was several blocks away from school. She ran up the stairs and yanked open the door to their place. Huffs of breath came from her mouth as she stepped in and looked around the apartment. She dropped her bag and her knees started to shake. Unconsciously she fell several steps back outside before her knees gave out completely under her. She crumbled to the ground outside the apartment and freely cried out all the tears that were piling out.

The first time they met.

The time when she moved into his apartment.

The vacation to the beach where she met his sweet family.

Their first kiss.

All the sweet talks he whispered into her ear.

The sweet ministrations.

Everything was playing in her head like a sad movie that she didn't want to see. Why was he suddenly telling her to leave after everything that happened between them?

He was using me, she thought to herself, He never cared about me! He never even said we were in a relationship in the first place! She screamed to stop the truth that was talking in her head.

Without realizing it, Angel started to sob out loud, not able to move from her position right outside the door of the apartment. The sun was setting behind her and the wind was picking up.

It looked about ready to rain.

For how long she was there, Angel didn't know. Her loud sobs have finally toned down to small whimpers but the tears refused to dry up. By now she was sitting with her back to the wall, knees bent up and her chin resting on top of it. Her swollen eyes eyed the open door, afraid of stepping inside in case her emotions got the best of her again. The apartment was filled with Ichigo's scent and if she took a huge whiff of it she might go crazy.

"Just leave…Bushū."

The way he ordered her to leave and the tone he used when he had said her surname. Those three words repeated over and over again in her ears. And the image of his eyes piercing into her soul, stabbing her breaking heart was making things worse.

Her heart…her poor bleeding heart.

"When did this happen?" she asked herself out loud, "When did I fall for that idiot?"

And now, all because of a stupid rumor he was ruining everything.

Taking one deep breath Angel pushed herself up on her wobbling legs as she looked inside the apartment again. It was now dark, and she could see almost nothing beyond the genkan, which was a good thing. If she saw anything more, she might break down again.

"I'll leave," she said into the wind, hoping it would carry the message to Ichigo, "I'll leave before the rumor consumes you and your stupid image."

Without another thought, she gently closed the door while taking one last look inside the dark apartment before it got closed off. Angel stood with her loose grip on the door knob. She bit her lower lip to stifle her cries as she forced her weak legs down away from the door and down the stairs.

She didn't know where to go especially since everything was still at the apartment. Maybe she could go to her friends' house…but that would mean she'd have to confess everything since they're the type to question her until they got answers.

But then where else could she go?

Angel's legs reached the end of the stairs and stopped as she faced the streets. Looking up she could see the rain clouds covering the moon. With a sigh she aimlessly started to wander with no clear destination. She left the vicinity of his apartment and made her way down the dark streets, the light from the moon covered by the thick clouds.

She never noticed the shadow looming behind her.

Ichigo clenched his shaking fists as he made his way down the street as the rain started to pour down. He was getting soaked through his clothes but that wasn't what was really bothering him. It was already late in the evening and Angel must be out of the house by now. He stayed behind at school for several more hours, hoping it was enough time for her to gather up whatever she needed and leave. But that didn't do anything to calm down his nerves.

Every muscle in his body was yelling at him to go after her and beg on his knees to stay with him. That he really didn't want her to leave and he needed her to be with him. That the stupid rumor and Andrew lecture got the best of him.

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.