A/N: Heh almost forgot this, well this is my round three entry, thanks to everyone who's reviewed my other one shots and i hope you'll like my first attempt at yaoi.
"Why am I doing this again?" Ichigo asked the ceiling as he, Inoue and Ishida made their way toward the classroom belonging to the sewing club.
"You know exactly why," Ishida answered as he pushed his glasses further up his nose, "We're making dresses and there aren't enough manikins to go around."
"Yeah but that doesn't explain why I'm the one doing this-surely a girl would have been better!"
"True, but then, I'd miss a chance to humiliate a shinigami now, wouldn't I?" Ishida explained as they turned into the classroom.
"Have fun you guys!" Inoue said literally bouncing towards the mass of fabric that was her design. Ichigo sighed and followed Ishida towards the back of the room.
Ichigo was scowling worse than ever as Ishida focused on hemming the bottom of the dress.
Ichigo, why … why are you always unhappy? Is it that you're always mad about something? Me? Because I'm always nagging at you for being a shinigami? If so, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so uptight about it, it's just that I'm the last of my kind and I can't fully live up to the name of Quincy, nor can I take revenge for what happened to them. Ishida thought as he looked at the reflection of Ichigo on his glasses.
Ishida smiled sadly, If I could make you smile once, just once, I wouldn't care how or when, because no matter what the situation, that smile would be burned into my memory and I would die a very happy person.
"Ichigo."
"Yeah, what?"
"I'm done, you can take the dress off now."
"Really? Sweet!" Ichigo said, grinning madly as he pulled the dress unceremoniously off his head and deposited it on the floor. "Later Ishida!" He called as he smiled over his shoulder at said Quincy.
Ishida starred, transfixed at the expression on Ichigo's face. A hint of pink covering his cheeks.
"Ishida? ISHIDA!" Ichigo cried out as Uryu was sent hurtling head first towards the ground, an arrancar in hot pursuit.
Ishida hit the ground, hard. Groaning as he forced himself into a half-sitting position, Uryu looked up, toward his opponent. Yammy Rigalo, the décima espada. He's not going to survive. Ichigo realised as Uryu was sent flying again by Yammy's bala. Ishida raised his seele schneider into a offensive position, as he too, knew he was going top perish. Yammy charged toward the teen, cero already starting to form in his palm, and Uryu smiled as he remembered the time in the sewing club, that was the first time Uryu had seen Ichigo so happy. In his head, he knew Ichigo had just been relived at not having to wear a dress any longer, but he didn't care. After all, Ichigo had smiled because Ishida had said he could take it off, and to Uryu, that was all that mattered.
Yammy was now meer feet from Uryu and had already began moving the cero filled hand towards him, however, Uryu's smile didn't fade as he swung the seele schneider futilely toward the décima and was rewarded to a cero at point blank range to his chest, and the sound of his name being screeched as his bloodied corpse flew back along the sandy floor of Hueco Mundo.