Do Me A Wrong

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A small part of him, buried behind regrets and past miseries, reacted to that gaze. A serene ache long forgotten…or maybe it had simply been hidden away? Regardless, under the careful search of those liquid metal eyes, Ichigo felt safer than he had in years.

He didn't shy away from that powerful focus that seemed to radiate comfort and acceptance. "I saw." He whispered and her eyes folded in confusion. "Every. Single. Sin."

And suddenly he knew that she understood as a wave of unease and mild horror flooded over him. "Oh Ichigo…" Her voice practically weeping in place of her eyes.

He gritted his teeth. "Every action, every wrong doing. And they weren't petty things like thievery or lying."

"Murder...abuse..." His throat constricted tightly. "Rape."

"I-I just couldn't not do anything." His voice layered thinly with anger as he glared back up at the ceiling. "I had to punish them. To make them feel pain...to hear them scream."

She didn't say anything but she felt her grip on his hand tighten. He squeezed back as he shut his eyes tightly. He didn't regret his actions in the least bit…and that terrified him. Ichigo Kurosaki had always fought for the singular purpose of protecting those dear to him. He wouldn't lie to himself and say that he did not enjoy the thrill of battle however; it always came down to keeping someone safe. Never before had he felt such an all-encompassing need to inflict harm.

It was cruelty that had driven him. Beyond the senseless rage that pushed his inner hollow. Just pure, unadulterated malice. Moreover, the fact that he felt completely comfortable with his actions made a certain shame creep into his mind.

He felt the bed shift beneath him. Grayfia had moved to sit next to him. She transferred his hand to her other one and reached down with the other to brush away his locks from his brow. Her touch was a refreshing cool to the raging fire he knew that burned in his veins.

"Did you know, Ichigo-kun, that our ancestors, the very first of our race, were called demons instead of devils?"

He blinked in confusion at the abrupt trivia she brought up.

"Uhh…no. I didn't."

Grayfia continued sifting her hands through his hair as she looked away and gained a far off glimmer in her eyes. "They were the ones who sided with Lucifer during his rebellion. Fallen from the Heavenly Host, dark sprits of the Old World and creatures born opposed to any form of light. When Lucifer affirmed his pact with Hell, they all received a portion of its darkness."

She let out a tired sigh. "They reveled in that darkness. Moreover, they made it their personal goal to feed as many souls to the source of their terrible power. Hence, the rather ill reputation they had with the rest of the world. They were, in a word, evil."

Her hands continued to brush through his hair and her eyes still lost in her ancient memories. "Had the Four not perished in the Great War, had Sirzechs and his allies not been successful in their uprising, our people would have gone extinct."

He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off.

"Do not misunderstand, Ichigo-kun," Her eyes flashing towards him with rigid censure. "I do not mean to tell you that this is your fate, merely warn you that the power you hold is one created for the purpose of causing suffering."

That…was not comforting at all, despite the tender touch of her fingers in his orange locks. "You will have to guard your heart, make your resolve unwavering. This is your burden, Ichigo-kun. Keep true to yourself and you will not fail as my ancestors failed."

He digested her words. A rather bitter truth he realized. The thing that gave substance to his strength was the same force that brought forth the worst in what was already something evil. Ichigo raised his head slightly off his pillow and locked eyes with her.

"Can-can we keep this between us…just for now?" He asked hesitantly.

She looked at him for a brief moment before nodding her head. "I do believe this will be an isolated incident. As you gain more control over your, rather significant, power, you will find it easier to resist the urge to give into Hell's power. If anything, it will become instinctual and easily managed."

He dropped his head back down and sighed with assuagement.

Grayfia let out a quiet merriment and her eyes held a soft laughter. "As I said, this is your burden. However, you are not alone in this. We will support, as family should."

A deep heat flooded through Ichigo's face when Grayfia leaned over and planted onto his brow a soft kiss.

Ichigo took a quick shower after his talk with Grayfia and quickly swapped a change of clothes afterwards. Apparently, he had slept the night away after he gave into the darker aspects of his power. Securing his belt around his jeans, he closed the door to his room.

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