...live but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. He thought he deserved everything she gave him and more. The problem was, he had offered her his heart and she ripped it to shreds. She called him a whore...twice. It just hurt to know that he was no more than a fuck toy to her-just something to play with whenever it suited her.
Since Yoruichi introduced him to this world of depravity nearly 5 years ago, Ichigo did his best to rationalize what he had become. He pushed down all the thoughts of right and wrong he'd held his whole life. Today, however, it was more difficult to ignore his self-disgust. What would okaachan say if she could see her baby boy now...sold like an animal and so completely cowed that he was happy about it...he could only imagine her shame. What would his goofy father say if he knew the son he was so proud of was no more than some woman's possession? Did he have no pride left? If only she had some feeling for him, then he could be content but he knew that he was fooling himself.
Trying to force down the depression that always came with thoughts of his parents, Ichigo attempted to rise from the bed without waking Rukia...he simply didn't want to face her yet. Why would she want you, you fucking pussy? A dark voice intruded upon his thoughts, Hell, what you shoulda done was shown the bitch exactly who you are and what you can do! At least she'd have some respect for you.....