Urahara is glad that his life took a turn for the better and that his friends and 'family' come naturally. Uryu is sad that his lake of friends and family is his natural life, so he drinks. Better than it sounds, I swear by it! This is dramatic and full of emotion, but I tried to make it funny as well.

It was a rainy morning in Karakura town, Japan, and most houses were active with the hustle and bustle of families preparing for work or school. It was a Monday after all. The scene zooms in on the lone teenager in the house, who appears to still be in a deep sleep, do to his methodical heart beat and relaxed features.

"BEEP BEEP"
"BEEP BEEP"
"BEEP BANG"

A growl of frustration left Uryu's bow shaped lips as he realized the fact that…
A.) He just broke his 5th alarm clock (that month).
B.) His hand got snagged on one of the broken fragments of metal (he bought the metal one so that it wouldn't break, you see how it worked out) and now has a deep cut running from his pinky to his thumb on his right hand.
And…
C.) The cut hurt like hell.

"SHIT!"

Throwing the blankets back, the teen scrambled out of bed, tripping three times on his way to the bathroom. Most of the time, Uryu Ishida is rational and refined, but in the mornings (when no one else is around)… well… let's just say he's not exactly a morning person.

Opening the bathroom door, he mentally cursed himself as he realizes that he had stored the band aids on the top shelf last time he 'put them away.'

*Last Time (Last Week...)*

"BEEP BEEP"
"BEEP BEEP"
"BEEP BANG"

"Frack!"

Uryu had cut his hand on one of his old alarm clocks. This one, not being metal, hurt a lot less but it was a Thursday and he had finals for the quarter; he was not in the mood.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he grabbed the first aid kit off of the sink, which he put there last night after he cut up his knee (don't ask), and pulled out the band aids. Getting one on, he realized how late it was and slammed the medical supplies shut. In a hurry, he threw the container, hoping it would stick, and somehow… it did. He didn't question it, he just thanked God and ran out the door.

*In The Present*

Now, he was questioning how God really felt about him.

Taking a white towel, he grasped it in his cut hand to slow the bleeding. Closing the toilet seat lid with his good hand, he stepped up on it. Reaching to the top of the medicine cabinet he grabbed the first aid kit. Climbing off the toilte, he put the box on the sink counter, and opened it. Removing the towel from his hand, he washed it with peroxide, then neatly wrapped gauze around it.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

"Why, don't you look terrible today! Why does school start sooo early?"

Like most teenagers, his room was a mess that he had to stumble through to get to the living room, the only passage to the wonderful place where he keeps his food. Unlike most teenagers, this boy owned this entire apartment. He had to cook, clean, sew, and pay the bills by himself. Unlike most teenagers, he also owned his own online fashion company, which all the girls and guys loved to buy things from, so he had enough money to pay the bills.

He was pretty good at cleaning, so when he was planning on having company (which he did quite often), he easily stuffed all his junk in a closet. As he was sitting there, eating a Poptart, this teen looked like the ideal picture of innocence. The many who thought that are very mistaken. In most books he's a perfect angel, but in reality he's more of a sexual deviant. Bi-sexual he may be, he strangely prefers younger women (one, two years) or older men (five-ten years). He enjoys making them squirm with anticipation, and has found this easier with younger women and older men.

Being only sixteen, some people would believe that this is only sexual frustration's of puberty. Being only sixteen, he believes that since he's had these feelings since he was thirteen, it's not something continuing from puberty.

Under most people's definitions, this boy is a role model. Under his definition, he's a sex addict, and he knows it.

Sex isn't his only issue. Drinking. He's fairly good at it, and can go a few rounds with people twice his age. His favorite drink is red wine, but, of course, he's welcome to try anything. He doesn't drink anything illegal (if you don't count the fact that he's underage) and he doesn't smoke. In the apartment, he keeps some wine (red and white), tequila, and alcoholic strawberry soda.

All this stuff isn't exactly a teenage rebellion.

This is for all his issues. Hollows, Soul Reapers, death, and of course… his own father. Yes indeed, his own father's cold abandonment led him to do what he does now.

Finishing up his chocolate breakfast, he went back into his room and changed into his school uniform. Something in his mind told him that today was going to be a bad day.

****Time Skip****

Well, he was right.

He figured this one out as he passed out in the middle of his battle with the Hollow. It was, of course, Kurosaki's fault. The idiot didn't realize the meaning of 'thinking something through' before going into action. You see, during the middle of school (1:30ish), a Hollow's cry rang out. Chasing after it, the low level Hollow lead Ichigo, Orihime, Chad, and Uryu to an abandoned parking lot. Charging in, sword first, Ichigo almost got a deadly blow from a second, low level Hollow.

Almost.

Uryu used hirenkyaku to push Ichigo out of the way, but there wasn't enough time for him to move. The Hollow hit Uryu with a major blow, but not as deadly as he would've hit Ichigo with. Currently, Uryu's unconscious body is quickly being taken to Urahara's Shop, in Chad's arms (bridal style), after Orihime did the healing.

"My, my... what do we have here? What on earth has happened to little Ishida-kun?~"
"A Hollow sliced his back. Inoue already did most of the healing, he's still unconscious and we thought you should check on him."
"Right this way~~"

The, overly cheerful, shop keeper lead them down a hall to one of his guest rooms. Telling Chad to place him on the bed, they all left the room to get some tea on Urahara's insistence to 'leave him to heal'. Ichigo took his tea from Tessi with a pouty look on his face, you see, he really wanted to stay with Uryu.

"What happened during the battle?"
"Oh! You see… there were five Hollows! They attacked us, but we only thought there was one! Kurosaki-kun jumped up and tried to defeat one, but almost got hit by the second, but Ishida-kun took the attack like a superhero!"
"Thank you, Inoue-chan, are you all okay?"
"Yes!"
"Well, you all better get back home! It's nearly ten and you need your rest. I'll take care of little Ishida-kun~" (Woah… time goes quick!)
"But, Uraha-"
"Go home, Inoue-chan."
"O-okay. Goodnight, Urahara-san."
"Goodnight, all of you."

They all left the shoten after many protest (mostly from a certain strawberry). Urahara sat back down at the small table across from Tessi and they both began to sip their tea in a comfortable silence. A silence, that is before they heard the guest door slam open with enough force to make the whole house/store shake. This surprised Urahara and Tessi enough to make them both walk over to see what had happened.

"Ahh, Ishida-kun~ I don't think you should be up and moving around so fast~"
"I'm fine, Urahara-san. I'm going home."
"Not dressed like that! There's blood all over you. Don't you think your neighbors will be questionit?"
"I guess…"
"Then you can stay here for the night, free of charge! Go back into the guest room, get the clothes and toiletries, and go shower up!"
"Wha-?"
"Go!"

With that Urahara pushed Uryu back into the room and closed the door. There was a shower in there, so he didn't have to come back out. Keeping his hand on the door, Urahara let what he had said sink in.

He told him to stay here for the night, use the shower. To Uryu, it probably sounded natural, given how many times he has stayed here when preparing for battle. To an outsider, it probably sounded perverted, like an older man is trying to take advantage of an attractive teen. To Urahara, it sounded like both. He wasn't an idiot, he could see Uryu's girlish beauty, but also, Uryu was tired and stained in blood. The cops would have shown up if somebody saw him.

Stepping away from the door, Urahara went back to the small circular table, across from Tessi, and started drinking more tea. He heard the sound of the shower and couldn't help himself from thinking of the boy within.

Blue eye's clouded in lust as he inserted a finger into himself, water cascading down porcelain features…

He knew he needed to stop before he got a ragging hard-on.

The scene showed the very same boy on Urahara's mind, stepping out of the shower. He dried his hair and body, then, turning around, he saw himself, face to face, with a full body mirror. Dropping the towel onto the floor, Uryu looked into the mirror with a frown. Why did so many people like him? Too thin, too pale. That's what he thought. Why could he get anyone he wanted, when he was so unattractive? Maybe it was his age… older men were okay with his looks, considering that he was only sixteen. But there was the girls… he liked younger girls, around fourteen, so maybe they liked him because he's older? He felt like kicking the mirror in, and almost did, but he realized that this wasn't his house or his mirror. It was Urahara's.

The boy got dressed quickly, then went to bed.

****Time Skip****

When he woke up, the sun was shining brightly through his room's window. It was strange. He felt less stressed this morning than usual. Quickly getting dressed, he thought about how Urahara had addressed him with more care than the usual, perverted Urahara possessed. Opening the door, he walked out of his temporary room with the intention of going home. That wasn't happening.

"Good morning, Ishida-kun~ Sleep well?"
"Very. Thank you Urahara-san, but I would like to leave before I am late for class."
"Do you know what time it is?"
"No, but-"
"It's 4:25." "
In the morning!?"
"No, in the afternoon. School is already over, so stay for awhile. Pancakes?"
"Oh, I couldn't intru-"

"Tessi!?"
"Yes, Kisuke?"
"Will you make us some pancakes?"
"Of course."
"Thank you≈"

The Quincy was left with his mouth open in protest.

"Ishida-kun, you don't want to catch any flies~"
"Oh, uh… sorry."

Porcelain cheeks dusted over with red as the teen realized his mistake. A fan came up and a hat came down, to block the smile on the shop keepers face from showing. To him, Uryu Ishida was too adorable for his own good. The man gave the teen a once over to see how he looked. It was his outfit, afterall. Short sleeved black shirt, light denim jeans. The whole outfit was a little big on him and it was adorable. The pancakes came out and he watched the young teens face light up with happiness over the food. He also watched as the gay expression left the boy's face, as he regained more of a monotone expression. Urahara's own smile dropped, but he quickly regained a more forced one and began eating.

"Do you like the pancakes, Ishida-kun?"

Urahara almost dropped his fork at what he saw. The Quincy looked up at him, glasses sliding down his nose, and licked a drop of syrup off of his upper lip.

"Yes, thank you, Urahara-san."

The teens expression grew concerned at the way the shop keeper seemed to freeze up. But then again, he did seem to be acting strange lately. Whenever the archer was near, he either couldn't stay away or couldn't get away fast enough.

"Urahara-san, are you okay? You have been acting kind of strange lately… are you feeling alright?"
"I'm doing fine, thank you for asking~ Please, eat more!"
"Oh, I cou-"

With that, Urahara called Tessi in to serve them more pancakes.

When Uryu and Urahara couldn't even look at another pancake, the shop keeper finally let the archer return home. After a little bit of studying, a glass of wine, and an episode of Psych later… the teen went to his bed and fell into a nightmare-filled sleep.

****Time Skip****

The clock struck midnight at the sound of the Hollow's roar. Uryu's eyes flew open to the unnerving sound and he rose to his feet. Quickly, he dressed and took his leave through his apartment's window. He let the spirit energy carry him with every step he took. At his high speed, he quickly arrived at where he sensed the Hollow. A twenty foot monster, with a razor tail and a pigs face. Closing his eyes, he could sence everyone in the area. Orihime and Chad were coming as fast as they could, but Ichigo-

"Hey, Ishida!"

-was already landing next to him.

"Quite joking around, Kurosaki. I'll keep it in the area and unable to touch you, easily. You know what you do."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll slice this ugly bastard to pieces!"

By the time Orihime and Chad arrived the Hollow was already destroyed. There was no point of them coming. They wouldn't make it on time and Uryu and Ichigo could easily take care of this weak level Hollow by themselves, not to mention together. But then again… Ichigo's time for power is running up. Soon he won't have any power, not even the ability to see weak spirits. They were all trying to find different solutions before the symptoms even started to appear. Ichigo and Uryu waited a couple of minutes before Orihime and Chad showed up.

They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Arriving back at his house, Uryu changed back into a big Falling In Reverse concert t-shirt and a pair of black fuzzy pajama pants. Slipping back into bed, he started to dream again. Autumn. It used to be such a beautiful season, but now it's stained in blood.

The Urahara Shoten was blissfully quite. Key word being 'was'. The scream of the Hollow woke the whole house, but since it was literally right across the street, it was very loud and annoying. Two pre-teens were in the mist of preparing for battle when a giant of a man stopped them.

"I told you two that this is time for bed."
"But, Tessi-"
"Kurosaki-san and his friends will handle it. Back to bed."

Gray eyes closed at the sound of arguing. Most people would be annoyed when they have to listen to fights in the middle of the night, but this is normal. This is home. It comes natural… The fighting, the emotion, the help that we receive. To Kisuke Urahara, this was life. Happiness, full of people you treat like family.

He felt extremely lucky that all of this came natural to him.