Blood. It was everywhere. Everywhere in the small house. On the walls, on the floor, and around the bodies of 3 dead bodies. The faces were too distorted for one the even recognize who the people were when they were alive. The bodies were all placed in different locations in the house. One lay in the middle of the living room with various major cuts and gashes. It was the tallest of the three. A male with blood stained black hair. Another lay on the floor in the small kitchen, limbs cut to shreds. Dark blonde hair. Only a young girl. The other lay on its chest at the top of the stairs. Evidence that the being had tried to run. It only made it to the top of the stairs before it collapsed. It had black medium length hair and it was another young girl.

The three were dead. Massacred in their own home. The several cuts throughout their bodies were large and still bleeding. Something thin yet large had caused those injuries and it wasn't too long ago. It was a horrifying scene. The living room was soaked in blood, the kitchen too. However, upstairs there wasn't any blood. No blood in the rooms upstairs of on the walls, excluding the blood that surrounded the black haired girl at the top of the stairs.

It wasn't all that quiet in the house. There were sounds of something creaking and then several banging noises. Screams of agony could be heard, coming from a room upstairs. It came from a room that belonged to a teen, an orange haired boy. The house wasn't all that vacant of life after all.

In the room, on the bed, was the teen. He was screaming in pain, sweat on his body from fear and exhaustion. But why?

On top of the teen, was a larger male who was nude. The teen, too, was nude. The larger male had short brown hair that was pulled back to make him look like a sinister man. This man was raping the teen.

The upstairs half of the house wasn't really all that void of blood. Blood was stained onto the bed from the crime that man was committing.

The penetrations hurt so badly. Every thrust caused the boy to cry out in pain. He was bleeding. Bleeding down were the man mercilessly pounded into him. But the man didn't care. He was too busy enjoying himself. Groaning out in pleasure as he continued his crime. His lean, muscular body glistened in the moonlight from sweat and even blood. His hands were soaked with the red substance. His face splattered with the red liquid.

He was the murder and now the rapist. His first three victims were the man and two young girls.

The man soon came, his semen filling the teen. It was over now. The pain wasn't, though. It still hurt. Throbbing pain. The teen only cried, now afraid that he would be killed. Killed just like the rest of his family. But maybe it wasn't so bad. He could be with his family in the afterlife. He only wished for a quick and painless death.

But it never came. The man instead of killing the teen slipped out of the boy and quietly got off the bed, dressing himself. The orange headed boy stared in horror and fear at the male as he turned to look back at the teen, fully clothed in a black professional suit. There was blood on it as well.

"Goodbye, Kurosaki. I had a good time today. I do hope you tell no one about this. I will see you soon at school. Try not to be late again."

The man gave the one he called Kurosaki a wicked grin, picking up a sheathed sword that was set against the night stand and left.

Crying. That was all that could be heard in the house for the rest of the night. Ichigo Kurosaki was the man's fourth victim that night.

Flashing lights. They were everywhere. Cop cars were blocking any entry into the Kurosaki Clinic while policemen surveyed the area and didn't permit citizens to cross into the crime scene. All of the men there, policemen, medical personal and investigators, had grim faces on, unable to comprehend that such a brutal murder could be done in such a peaceful neighborhood. They couldn't believe that even a young teenager was raped in the safety of his own home after he may have witnessed the death of his father and two sisters.

The bodies were slowly being carried out of the house by medical personal on stretchers after investigators had taken enough pictures of the scene and gathered all the evidence they could find. Unfortunately, they had little evidence to use against their unknown suspect. However, they did have a small sample of the suspect's semen that was found on the teen's bed sheets. Hopefully it would be enough to make sure that the one who committed the crime was behind bars.

Everything seemed to move so slowly for the teen. When the police had arrived, it seemed like ages until they found him on his bed, bloody and nude. He freaked out, though, when the men had gotten close to him, believing that one of the guys was the man who raped him. He had screamed at the person in fear and even tried to get away from the man by running but only ended up cornering himself. At that time he was hallucinating, seeing what wasn't there. It took a while for the policemen to calm the boy down and safely get him out of the house.

What was weird to the police is that they saw no injuries on the boy, excluding the tearing down there. But they didn't suspect him. It was obvious somebody was invited in and when they had the chance, they went on the attack, killed the three and raped the boy. But why did that person let the boy stay alive if he may know who the person is? Were they careless? Or did they believe the teen wouldn't give out their identity?

The orange haired male was currently sitting in the back of one of the cop cars, refusing to have gone with an ambulance. A large blanket was wrapped around the teen, covering his nude body underneath, and his hands were clinging onto the material tight. He was too traumatized to even put on a single piece of clothing as he was taken out of the house, so before they let him out of the house, policemen gave him a blanket to at least cover himself.

A police walked up to the side of the car, where the teen sat. "…Ichigo?" The man called him by his first name but he didn't respond. He only stared out the front window of the police car.

"…I know you may not want to talk about this but…we need to know the name of the one who did this so we can track him down and put him in jail."

Flashbacks. Flashbacks of the horrible minutes that ticked away when it all happened. A flashback of him running out of his room at the sounds of scream. Screaming from his dad and sisters. A flashback of him running toward the stairs and coming to a halt at the sight of a bleeding Karin. A flashback of the man walking up the bloody stairs and walking toward his frozen, shivering body. A flashback of him being shoved onto the bed and his clothes being torn off his body. A flashback of the man committing the act of rape.

"…W-Why Aizen-sensei?"

So there it is. A short fic. I know I should be updating my other fics but I decided to put them on hiatus for a while. I really just rushed into them without a real sense of direction of where I was going to go with them. So I just need to clear up the confusion I caused on myself and figure out where I'm going to go with those fics.

I'm still without internet and luckily, after my laptop's hard drive malfunctioned on July 08, it's now fixed with a new hard drive. I think it's because it had the Vista operating system so it died for that reason. I don't know. My girlfriend says it sucks because it has so many problems and along with other people. I believe them. Now my laptop has the XP operating system and works just as great. Even better actually.

I'm also in my last year of high school so it'll be hard to update since I have do homework and it takes up my time. Especially the fact that I'm failing two of my classes. Either way, I'll try to update after I clear up my confusion.

And as for this story, it isn't tied to the plot. Everyone is human and alive. And if you didn't get it at the end, Ichigo is well a student. Aizen is his teacher. And well I didn't explain what led Sosuke to do this because I think you can make up your own beginning. You know, be creative.

And I will be posting up short stories from time to time instead of updating my chapter fics just to let people know I'm alive and because I want to get the ideas out of my head and post them up. I don't want them to stay on paper forever. And if you think it sucked, sorry I couldn't satisfy you. I was writing this for me...and to some people who seem to enjoy my fanfics.

Until next time.