Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. I just own a laptop, word, and my imagination. This is based off the song "The last night" by skillet. I don't own them either. Nor do I own the child abuse idea.
Warnings: This is a yaoi. It's in an alternate universe, there will be ooc stuff. There will be violence.
Author's note: The song verses are mixed up to suit the chapter it is paired with. Sorry it is so short. Pwease review
This is the last night
Your parents say everything is your fault But they don't know you like I know you they don't know you at all
I'm so sick of when they say It's just a phase, you'll be o.k. you're fine But I know it's a lie
A teenage boy with fiery orange hair sat on a swing in a playground that was about two blocks from his home. It was getting dark but he didn't care, the last thing he wanted to do was go home. Honey brown eyes stared at the sand beneath his feet. A black bruise marred his tan cheek and his left arm was in a cast. The white cast had stuff written on it from his friends. A small smile lit up his face as he looked down at the crappy drawing of a bunny with a cast. His friend Rukia had drawn it during history class when he was asleep. Ichigo had a lot of friends but only three had been allowed to see through his mask.
His home life was a disaster. His dad hated him and he couldn't blame him. When he was nine he had killed his mother, or that's how he felt anyways. That day he and his mother had stopped at a gas station. Ichigo had asked for a candy bar because he aced a test. That innocent decision would haunt him for the rest of his life. About two minutes after they had walked in, two armed robbers arrived. After the store clerk refused to give the men money, one of the men pointed his gun at ichigo. His mother saw this and shielded her child just as the man fired his weapon. After that the clerk didn't hesitate to give away the money. The robbers left and the ambulance arrived too late to save his mother. The two robbers died about thirty minutes after his mother was shot. Their car had exploded after crashing during a high speed chase.
His father blamed him for his mother's death because there was no one else alive to blame. He had been in his own personal hell for the six years. Ichigo was used to being told that he was just a waste of air. He had gotten good at hiding the evidence of daily beatings. About two years ago his friends Rukia , Orihime, and Renji had discovered his secret. They had urged him to tell one of his teachers but he refused. He couldn't do that to his dad. He deserved the punishments anyway.
It worried Rukia, Orihime, and Renji that every month Ichigo seemed to grow more distant. They hated how everyone had said he was just going through an akward teenage phase. They knew better but had promised not to tell anyone about the abuse Ichigo was going through. They didn't know how much longer they could keep the secret.