Unwanted

Ch.1

Ever since my grandfather was captured and killed, I haven't said a single world unless told by my father or my teachers that I could talk. Otherwise, I could be classified as a mute. Everywhere I go, everyone who passes me by, doesn't give my face a second thought. When I got into high school, everyone had friends or was in a relationship. I, however, would sit behind the big oak tree in the field.

Occasionally, I would go to the forest that surrounds my apartment and practice my Quincy skills, maybe a hollow would appear. But recently, as a second year high school student, I feel as if, I've become a… nuisance. My father only calls me once a month to see if I had died or not. Other than him, no one dares to look my way, no one. Maybe, I wasn't meant to be in this world. Perhaps I'm just… Unwanted.

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As I wake up like any other day, I feel the urge to cut my wrists… Yes, maybe then will I feel a little better? So, routinely I grab my grandfather's pocket knife. "Gomenasai." I whispered to no one. Pain, tears, and regret always run through my mind. But, right after that, I bandage it, and then go through with my morning routines, such as dressing and eating breakfast like any other day. What a waste, I thought idly to myself. Oh well.

Walking into the school, everyone just walks me by, like usual. But, little did I know, my fate would drastically change in the event of several minutes. Today of all days… As I made my way to my class, I walked rather quickly because I felt that I would be late for class. Before I could even begin to comprehend my situation, I was falling forward. Instead of hitting the floor, which I prayed to the holy lord above would not happen, it seemed the pain that I was expecting… never came. "Ow!" I cried aloud. Whoever had grabbed me, grabbed my cut wrist. "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

When I turned around, I saw beautiful mandarin, yes mandarin, hair. "Yeah, I'm fine… Sorry for bothering you." I turned away from those beautiful chocolate eyes that captivated my sight for such a short period of time. "Hey, no. Don't apologize… Err… What's your name?" he questioned. This is way too good to be true. Someone actually cares to know my name? "It's I-" the bell rang interrupting me.

"Oh, Excuse me." I bowed deeply, retreating to my class room. "Wait!" he shouted, grabbing my uncut wrist. "Your name. I need to know your name." he persistently requested.

"Um, I'm Ishida Uryu." I stupidly replied. "How nice, I'm Kurosaki Ichigo." he beamed down to where I was standing. Not knowing what to do or say next, I shook off his grip gently and promptly ran in the opposite direction.

That smile left me dumbfounded for the rest of the day. Hell, the rest of the week he was the only thing on my mind. Ichigo, huh? Funny name… strawberry, or is it the other translation. Number one warrior? That one would probably suit him better.

1 moth later:

I've been watching him. He's captivated me beyond repair. I'll never know what's going on with him. He's been gone for a week now… But what's even stranger is that he has strong spiritual pressure… and it is now gone… Of course, I still can't stop cutting my wrists… I just don't know how to stop. I've cut them every day since he left, because all I want so badly is to see him again. I want to talk to him again. I really want to get to know him…

I believe that he is a 'Soul Reaper'... but I don't really mind it. I like him anyways, just by watching him and his mannerisms of things he feels and does. I don't even care if he is with those monsters at the soul society. But, the sad part is, I want to get my hopes up, but I know that I can't. I like him, that's for damn sure… but I can't love him. I just can't. It isn't like he'll even like me back, not the way that I've fallen for him. Maybe not at all.

The Next Morning

As I am cutting myself, the dread from my past thoughts have caught up with me. I think I went a little over board. I also haven't been eating lately either. Oh well… When I arrived at school, however, it had gotten worse. I felt so dizzy, and my head is killing me. Maybe... I deserve this…

Today was obviously my lucky day. In Phys Ed, we were doing the mile today. We had to do5 laps around the whole track. It was extremely hot outside, and we had to run! Why does this always happen to the nerd for crying out loud? I wasn't very fast to begin with, unless I had my Quincy powers unleashed, and then I'd be fine. But, I don't have the energy or half a mind to do that. But, right now, I found to my surprise that Ichigo is back at school today, and for some reason, he transferred into my class… Great…

While he had finished running in 7 minutes, everything to me went pitch black.

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"Ichigo, how are you doing?" I made out a conversation between an older woman and Ichigo. "I'm fine."

"Do you want to go back to class?" the woman's voice asked. I'm in the… nurses' office?

"No, I don't want to leave his side." Ichigo concluded. If I were strong enough to move, I would run away.

"Oh… Why are his bandages falling off? What happened to him?"

No! Don't remove my bandages! I don't want you to see the ugly truth that I possess, Ichigo.

"Oh my God! His arms! They are covered!" the nurse screamed frantically. Damn it!

"Uryu…" Ichigo whispered with a sad tone in his voice.

"And he is so pale! He must be suffering from anemia! That's probably why he fainted." she finished.

"May you hold up his arm, so I can bandage it?" I heard her mutter while her footsteps faded across the room.

"Yea." is the only thing he replied with. He's disgusted, I just know it!

I felt their hands on me. Pain. That is all I'm capable of feeling right now.

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As I opened my eyes, I was in an actual hospital bed. I read the clock, and I was already 1:23 am. "Nnn." someone was in the room with me. I reached above my head and turned on the light. "Ichigo? What are you doing here?" I asked rather shakily. "Nn- Oh! Uryu-san, Ohayo!" he yawned, stretching out his long muscular arms. I felt the deep blush creep across my face. "Why are you here?"

"Because I wanted to see if you were alright silly!" he beamed brightly.

"I- I'm fine." I whispered softly. "You don't need to worry about me… I'm worthless." I tried to sound as if I were joking.

"Uryu..." Ichigo called. "Why do you cut yourself?" his voice went from happy to in pain at that instant.

"Huh?" was all I could think to respond with.

"Why do you cut yourself? Aren't you afraid you'll hurt your family?" Ichigo looked concerned. If only he knew…

(Authors Note: PLEASE READ THIS- I understand that this chapter was just totally dark and emo-ish… But it had to be in order to set up the darkness I needed to portray in this character of Uryu! I feel that the rest of the story will not stoop to this level, so rest assured, it won't be as bad... But… next chapter will be better, promise~~~)