...ike her name on him. Hell, she fucking loved the fact that her ownership was carved into his body for all to see...but there was no way she would let him abuse his himself anymore on her account. She gently peeled his frantic hands from her face and held them lovingly, "Ichigo, listen to me. You have nothing to apologize for and I don't want you injuring yourself ever again. Do you understand?"
He looked like a caged animal at her insistence that he not hurt himself, "B-but, you don't want me to take any dr-...I mean, I don't h-have anything and I n-need some way to c-control it...s-some way to dull the real pain." His breathing had become erratic again as he stammered through that sentence. Noticing the complete lack of focus in his eyes and the panic screaming from his every pore, Rukia was suddenly very concerned about his mental stability.
She spoke quickly in an effort to calm him, "Never mind, alright? Just stay here for a moment...I'll be right back." Ichigo nodded gratefully and seemed to relax as she walked away. She walked into the hall and instructed the first servant she saw to prepare a hot bath and bring dinner to the room next to hers. The woman bowed and immediately left to do her bidding. Rukia wiped another stray tear from her cheek before reentering the room.
Ichigo was sitting against...