Red Riding Strawberry

I Promise

It's been 13 days...

13 days since that day...

That...day?...

Oh...right....that day...

The day when Shiro started what he called 'my re-payment to him'.

I don't remember what happened that day that made him think I needed to re-pay him, but I wish that he wouldn't have helped with whatever happened.

For the past 13 days, it has been non-stop torture, even Grimmjow has started to show pity towards me. After Shiro would get done with his two hours of 're-payment', Grimm would come into my room, feed me, and try to comfort me in any way he could.

At first, he would tell me stories, and I would be happy to see him, then he would leave and it would all start over again. Then after the days went by, I became more and more distant, and the more my mind and body became numb.

I've started to wish that my body would just die, so I've stopped eating, and it's making Grimm angry. He hasn't said why, so I don't care.

I just want it all to end...

"Ichi?" 

A deep voice called into the dark room where Ichigo lay in his bed, his body facing away from the man.

The man let out a sigh and walked in with the food his was carrying. He sat it on the table then rested his hand on Ichigo's back.

"Ichi, it's Grimm. You can talk now."

No response.

"Ichigo?"

Grimmjow slowly turned Ichigo's body over to show the boy's eyes half lidded, and dull; looking out into nothing. His skin was pale, and cold.

Grimmjow's heart stopped for a second before he let out a yell, "Ichigo!"

He quickly ripped the boy's shirt off, placed his ear to his chest, then started pushing on Ichigo's chest, attempting CPR. 

"Come on, Ichigo. Come on!" Grimmjow growled as he tried bringing Ichigo back around.

Shiro walked into the room slowly, before he let out a sigh, "So he finally gave up huh? What a waist."

"You shut up!" Grimmjow snarled before he re-focused on the orange haired boy.

Shiro rolled his eyes, and leaned back on the furthest wall away from the two, and watched silently. After a few seconds, he raised his hand, and snapped it.

Ichigo's eyes shot wide open as the mocha invaded the dull grey, and he started breathing quickly. Grimmjow was shocked when he felt the boy's heart jump to life, before he looked back at Shiro, and glared.

"You can start and stop his heart, can't you?" Grimmjow growled.

Shiro was inspecting his claws as he nodded his head, as if he were unsure, "Possibly."

"You're a sick bastard." Grimmjow spat before he started tending to Ichigo.

The boy was scared, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"I-I saw the...I saw my dad...my mom...my sisters....they were...they were..." Ichigo stuttered before he glared at Shiro as if he had seen the devil himself, "Why didn't you let me stay with them!?"

Shiro grinned at Ichigo, and Ichigo felt something snap. Getting up quickly, Ichigo ran at Shiro with his fist glowing red, "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Ichigo screamed.