University

Rated: M
Paring: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida Uryῡ
Summary: Three years after not seeing or even speaking to anyone from his past, Ishida is now a successful medical student at Karakura U, University. But what happens when someone he least expected to show up, shows up—and not just for some friendly visit, but to stick around for a while. Perhaps even, forever.

A/N: This entire fanfic is a super late Christmas present that is dedicated to my Ichigo, otherwise known as 'AJ'. This fanfics is University based and has some character traits such as the ones me and AJ Role play over on tumblr. I hope you like it, love. This is for you.

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Karakura High school, three years ago.

"What? No! He totally tripped!" An exasperated teen through his arms in the air as he flailed.

"No way, you did that on purpose and you know it, Asano!"Nudging at the teen's chest, a finger poked the shorter man as eyes narrowed.

"WHAT? Are you accusing me of ruining a certain someone's speech at the graduation, just because I don't like them?" Folding his arms as lips pursed and pouted dramatically, the boy stood up straight.

"… That's not what I said."

"Uh…." Looking away sheepishly, the brunette rubbed the back of his head as he looked away.

From afar, an orange haired teen shook his head in disapproval, his brows creasing into a deep scowl as he muttered softly to himself. Deciding not to get involved, even though he was angry with the one brunette as well, he merely rolled his shoulders and faced the other way. Pressing his hands into the pockets of his graduation gown, he made his way over to a bespectacled teen as a soft smile graced his features, softening his look dramatically. "Hey, Uryῡ!"

Glancing over his shoulder, raven strands were tucked behind a pale ear as the head of the student council looked over to the other graduate in his year that was speaking to him. His calm features slowly turned into ones that resembled annoyance as he let out a soft breath and turned to face the Substitute Shinigami. "What is it, Kurosaki?"

Smile fading slightly at the others' harsh tone, the teen shook his head as he shifted on his feet. "I was just coming to say hi, you know? We just graduated after all." Reaching forward to poke the other's shoulder, he tilted his head and furrowed his brows. "Besides, everyone's already started to split up and go their separate ways. Inoue at her bakery she started… Sado and his new pilot buddies, Rukia went back to the soul society…" Mumbling softly, he rubbed the back of his neck as he shrugged.

"And I suppose you're here to find comfort in knowing that I am going to be staying with you or something?" A manicured brow rose as the archer placed his hand on his hip. Staring at the other teen, blue irises waited impatiently for the other to answer.

Blinking, Ichigo stared for a moment before shaking his head. "N-No. Well, actually—I'm leaving too, but…" Giving the other a small smile, he took a step closer. "I just was going to wish you well and all that. And see that if you were staying here alone, that you were going to be okay." Shrugging slightly, the boy's smile softened and he watched the other—not really noticing that the man was not in the best of moods. "You know, because you won't be with any of us… And we're all friends right? We'll miss each other on some level."

Rolling his eyes, azure irises glared at the other. "Kurosaki, I don't need your 'sympathy' even if it's only because you think I do. Nor do I need to hear any 'tearful goodbyes' that may sputter from your useless mouth." Walking around the other, Ishida reached up to adjust his glasses as he nudged his shoulder against Ichigo's. Furrowing his brows, Ichigo turned as his shoulder was hit lightly and followed after the other. "Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Rushing slightly to catch up with the raven haired teen, he reached down and gripped the other's wrist. "I'm trying to you know… Say… Say…"

"Good bye, Kurosaki? Say good bye?" Glaring over his shoulder, Ishida yanked his wrist from the others' grip as he turned to face the other. "I could care less if I ever see your Shinigami mug ever again, so I doubt its necessary for you to take up any more of my time with 'good byes'. Just leave Kurosaki, it's not like I'm going to miss you terribly and cry over the fact I never got a single 'good bye'." Turning around he folded his arms, shaking his head lightly. Posture stiff as the archer glared at nothing in particular, he muttered a few more words as his glasses slipped down his nose. "I already told you that I hate Shinigami, so you are no exception to this rule. Leave."

Staring, slightly bewildered at the other's harsh words, Ichigo took a step back and slowly shook his head as well. "Wha—I—" Scowling deeply, Ichigo threw up his hand as he began to stomp off in the other direction. "Fine, whatever! I was just saying good bye because I was going to miss YOU. Not the other way around—as much as I thought you cared about me as well, as your friend." Frowning, the teen shoved his hands deeply into his pockets as he walked away. "Good bye, Ishida… See you—when I see you…"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Gasping, a pale teen with jet black hair quickly sat up on his bed, his hair falling over the right side of his face as he leaned forward. Hearing the buzzing of his alarm clock, Ishida Uryῡ, a twenty year old University student reached to his left to hit the top of the alarm clock, letting out a soft breath as the sound stopped. Running a hand through his hair, he watched as his roommate mumbled and shifted in his sleep and rolled his eyes, nudging the others shoulder. "If you're leaving, why the hell are you in my bed?" Reaching towards his dresser, the archer placed his glasses on his face as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. Leaning forward to turn on the light in the bedroom, he blinked as two strong arms wrapped around his waist and furrowed his brows.

"C'mon, love." A sleepy voice drawled out as the body shifted behind him. "You know I'm moving out today, how about we sleep in a bit longer and then we have a quickie… You know, for goodtime sake."

Glaring slightly, Uryῡ hated how he could almost hear the slight smugness and the smirk in the others voice as he spoke. "For one, your grammar is atrocious. Another, we have never actually 'slept together', only slight touching and a couple of make out sessions. Also, why on earth would I let you sleep with me, when we just broke out and I am kicking you out of my dorm, today?" Shaking the arms off of his waist, he stood slowly and made his way towards the closet—turning on every light to make it as bright as possible in the room as he moved.

Pouting slightly, the male sat up in the bed slowly before beginning to stand. "So? What's that gotta do with anythin'?" His voice slurring together in his drowsiness, he moved once more to wrap his arms around a slim frame as he slid his hand down the other's chest. "Come on, Uryῡ…" Pressing his lips to the teen's neck, he grinded his hips into the smaller teen's backside.

Feeling the arms around him once more, Ishida opened his mouth to retaliate and argue, only to feel the other kiss his neck and grind against him. Blushing slightly, Uryῡ gritted his teeth as he looked over his shoulder. Turning himself in the man's arms, so that he was no longer facing the opposite direction, Ishida faced the taller man as he spoke and pushed him away roughly with his hands. "I said no, Aoshi and that's final." Walking around the other man, Ishida opened his dresser drawer and reached in, pulling out a long, white-sleeved shirt as he searched for an outfit to wear.

Not pleased with the other's answer, Aoshi stepped forward and grasped Ishida's wrist tightly, turning him around before pulling him forward—looming down over the shorter man. "I said, one more time… We will go all the way this time. Make our last night together… Memorable." Adding emphasis to his words, the man allowed his knuckles to smooth over the other's cheek before pushing Ishida back and onto the bed roughly as he began to crawl in, over top of him.

Looking up at the other in disgust, Ishida was about to protest, only to be thrown down and onto his mattress. As the other moved to get on the bed over top of him, the archer had enough of being the 'weaker boyfriend' and for once, kicked his leg upwards—hitting the man square in the face with his foot. "I said no!" Sitting up quickly, he watched as the other stumbled backwards, gripping his nose as it began to bleed. Reaching up to push up his glasses, he glared down at the other before pressing his foot to the man's shoulder, holding his leg up high as he pushed the man to the wall. "Get your things, and get out." Waiting until he saw the quick and curt nod, he retracted his leg and watched as the other quickly ran away, gathering his clothes as he went.

Placing his foot onto the floor, he slowly moved back to his stand to pick up the shirt he had grasped, taking out a pair of underwear as well as he grabbed the rest of his outfit for the day. With a soft sigh, the Quincy frowned and adjusted the frames on his face, walking into the bathroom. By this rate, he was going to be late for his classes—and that was something he would not allow. Despite the circumstances that may have happened. Locking the bathroom door behind him as he entered, he made his way to have a shower and change, before heading to his selected courses for the new year.

-X-

A smile slowly lit a tall man's face as he stepped out of a cab in Karakura town. Ducking his head back in, he handed the cab driver his owed money before walking around to the opened trunk to pick up his bags. Placing them on the ground, he took out his last item and smiled brighter at his guitar case as he strapped it over his shoulder and shut the trunk before leaning down to pick up his bags.

It had been three years since the orange haired boy had been in his home town—after leaving the day of graduation from high school, he had made his way to America to become a musician, only to change his mind after his little sister got sick—and traveled back to Japan. Becoming a doctor was his wish now, and he knew that even though three years were wasted on music (which had previously been his passion) he knew as well, that family and their well being were way more important. As well, he knew that there was no better school than Karakura U, for becoming a doctor.

Looking over his shoulder as the cab drove off behind him, he began his way up the steps that led to the University's grounds as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder. Glancing around at all the students that he had yet to meet, he smiled and looked ahead of himself at the sheets on the door. Stepping up to one, he looked around for the list of 'arrival students' – glancing under the 'K' section for his last name. "Kurosaki Ichigo…" He spoke his own name aloud as he found it on the list, and used his index finger to point it out and trail it over the piece of paper to his room number. "Oh… Seems like I'm taking over a room when the guy moves out today." Mumbling to himself, he shrugged and opened the doors, walking in as he made his way to the elevator. Pressing the button, he hummed softly to himself and waited until the door opened.

Stepping in the one side as the doors had opened, Ichigo didn't notice the teen on the other side as he exited from the other elevator doors. Nor did he notice the adjusting of familiar glasses as he made his way to his own, new, dorm room.

Blinking as he stepped out of his elevator, Ishida glanced over in time to see the doors adjacent to him close. Shrugging slightly, he could have sworn he saw a patch of familiar hair, but ignored it. Looking back down at the book he had opened in his hand, his other hand holding onto a bag which held his notebooks in it for class, he made his way to his fist period—biology. He didn't see why he still had to take a science course to become a doctor, but he had been told to take it instead of his spare, and it would boost his chances of being taken on as an apprentice by an elder student. Not one to simply brush away such an offer, he had taken it almost too excitedly as he had signed up for his classes this year.

Walking down the long hallway, Ishida lifted his hand to wave to a passing student that he had tutored the previous year and smiled as the man held up a piece of paper—showing of his A mark average. Pleased with himself for teaching the delinquent, more so than pleased with the man's mark—his smile brightened and he looked back down at his book as he walked into his classroom. Sitting down in his usual spot at the front, Ishida placed his book aside as he took out his notebooks. Watching as the teacher entered the room out of his peripheral vision, the Quincy opened his notebook to the numbered page he had sectioned off from yesterday—knowing full well what lesson would be taught this year, as he sat up in his chair. Taking out a lead pencil, Uryῡ sighed softly as he looked down at his written words that were formed in perfect kanji on his page. A little distraught by his dream this morning, he couldn't help but wonder why that exact moment in time had crossed his mind—especially today of all days. It wasn't that he thought of that event often, it usually only popped up in his mind when he were about to have a stressful, or irregular day. Mentally groaning at that thought, he glanced up and watched as the teacher's hand scribbled out nonsense he already knew on the chalkboard.

Leaning back slightly, Uryῡ looked down at his blank page as he tapped his pencil against the white area, in between the lines. The only reason that those dreams led up to a bad day, was probably because he felt bad about the words he had said to the other, back then. He was only irritated over the trip that had caused his tumble on the stage during his acceptance speech—and he was taking it out on those around him. Of course he knew it wasn't Ichigo's fault, and that it was that idiotic Asano Keigo, but he couldn't control his embarrassment, which made the situation worse. Sighing softly, he placed the side of his head in his hand as he began to doodle on his paper, wondering what happened to the other after he walked away, anyways. He knew Ichigo was mad at him—and that was very rare for the teen that seemed to like everyone. Kurosaki had shown hurt in his eyes, at Ishida's harsh words and had left soon after on a plane to America—where Ishida would never see him again, not after these three years, so far. It was a careless mistake anyone could have made, but he supposed since he was always cold over the years—being the only Quincy, surrounded by Shinigami; that the other had taken his words quite seriously, rather than in the heat of the moment, sort of thing.

It was rare for Ishida to feel guilt, but he did. And every time he re-experienced that dream, he had a terrible day because of it; these thoughts. Shaking his head lightly, he leaned forward on his desk, listening to the light thrum of his sensei's voice as he started his lesson, without writing things on the board. He supposed he should have been paying attention, but for some reason—throughout his day, he would always be a little off due to his mind wandering over the same thing over and over again. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Uryῡ glanced up to see the professor sitting down and taking a sip of his mug. Blinking in confusion, he looked to the side to see the students packing up and his eyes widened before darting to the clock.

"Nine forty-five?" Staring in disbelief, Ishida quickly began to pack up his books as he stood. Had he really drifted off for the entire period? He had never done that before. Sure, he had gotten distracted in each class, but usually it was an estimated ten minutes before he could concentrate on the rest of the class. The only reason that it happened every period, was because he allowed his mind to wander as he walked in the halls, in-between classes.

Hiking his bag over his shoulder and around his head, he allowed it to fall at his hip as he placed his hands at his sides. He wondered if he should just use the student pass he had, to get himself out of the rest of the days classes… He had obtained it last year, for having a perfect attendance record, along with straight A marks for three whole years. It was a pass allowing him out of a day's worth of classes—without it being put on his record at all. He supposed he should use it for a sick day, or something of the sort; but he found himself simply unable to concentrate at the moment. As well, he knew that he did not get sick often—and when he did, it was nothing larger than a small cold.

Deciding to punch out, he made his way to the office as he reached into his bag for the slip. Waiting in line for around ten minutes, he smiled sweetly to the secretary as he adjusted his glasses and handed her the signed sheet of paper. She looked up at him in mild surprise, and he gave a soft chuckle as well as he shrugged. Every teacher and staff member in the school knew him, so she was most likely shocked that he would actually use the pass, rather than give it back. Tapping his foot lightly as he watched her type the information into her computer, he thanked her for her time as she handed him back the used and signed off slip, before making his way out of the office doors and towards the elevators. Going through his head for a list of things he could do throughout his day off, that wouldn't go to waste if the thoughts re-appeared, he decided on sewing something for his teacher for his third period class. It was her birthday in less than a week, and he wanted to make her something special. She was the very same teacher who had recommended the pass to the principal, along with giving him younger students to practice his teachings and help them pass their courses. He was very grateful towards her, and he knew she deserved something nice on her special day.

Looking up as the elevator doors opened, he waited for the others to step out of them before entering them, himself. Pressing the button which would lead him to the fifth floor, he leaned against the side railing as he waited for the doors to shut. Tapping his fingers along the bars as he gripped them gently, his eyes followed the buttons as they lit up with each floor they approached. Vaguely aware that he was humming quietly, he closed his eyes and listened to the silent music he could hear, coming from outside of the elevator. Ishida didn't know much about music, but the soft sounds sounded like they were coming from a fender acoustic. He knew that instrument in particular, because someone he knew in high school, had played that instrument as well. He couldn't quite recall who, but for some reason, his mind shouted in the back of his head—that he was an idiot for not remembering.

Smiling softly as the elevator doors opened, Ishida opened his eyes and stepped out of the small area. Stepping into the dorm room hallways, he took a left and turned a corner. He lived in the far north section of this floor, in a corner room at the very end of a hall. It was the largest room, and he wasn't going to accept it at first—but he knew he would be getting a roommate and decided to give in, his first year. He didn't know that an asshole of a man that was previously known as his boyfriend, would end up being his roommate. Sure, he had been happy at first, but after time progressed and the man became forceful, he had enough. Shaking his head as he stepped up to the door, he blinked as the sounds he had heard from earlier continued, in front of him. And then he remembered—

That's right. I am getting a new roommate now, aren't I? He hadn't expected to get a replacement roommate so quickly. Smiling at the fact that the other idiot had already packed his bags and left— he reached into his pocket for his key and shoved it into the lock. Turning it to the right, he listened for the click before opening the door and stepping inside. Glancing down to see a pair of shoes neatly placed beside his own, indoor ones—he let out a thankful sigh that this person was organized, rather than a messy imbecile. Removing his bag from his shoulder, he shut the door behind him as he hung his bag on the rack. Taking off his shoes, he neatly placed them on the other side of the new ones as he stepped into the kitchen and put his key in a small pot. Walking back out of the kitchen, he made his way into the living room to see a small duffle bag placed neatly on the corner of the couch. Eyeing the item silently, he stepped into his room as he looked at the door beside his own. Was the person in there? Who were they? He wondered what type of person they were, and if they were aware of the campus rules.

Shrugging lightly, he entered his room and shut the door, in time to hear the other one open as well and let out a small chuckle, stepping up to his bed. He decided that he could gather his sewing supplies and sketch pad, to bring into the living room to design his professor's present, as he met his new roommate. Looking for the light blue box that he kept everything in, he walked over to it and reached into the closet behind the large item. Grabbing his opened sketch pad that had a pencil still on top, he blinked down at the drawing of the simple summer dress and he smiled to himself. So it seems my own mind was ahead of me, yesterday. Chuckling at the drawing that he drew the previous day, he decided that he would simply make that as he set the book on top of his box. Picking up the large item, he made his way to his door as he reached around with his left hand to open it. Adjusting the box in his grip he closed his eyes as his glasses slid down his nose and he made his way into the living room. Hearing the guitar sounds from in the kitchen, he placed his box on the couch as he opened the double doors and spoke. "I suppose you're my new roommate?" Hearing the strumming come to a halt, he took the hint that the other had heard him, and sat beside his box. Removing some light pink fabric, along with some white lace for a trim, he listened to the kitchen door as it opened.

Slightly confused as to why he had yet to get an answer, even a simple 'yes' for that matter—Ishida frowned slightly and reached up to adjust his glasses. Perhaps his new roommate was a shy one? A foreigner? New to Japan? Whatever it was, he was sure he could get the man to soften up. After all, Ishida only seemed cold—in reality, he was a nice guy.

Slowly, footsteps could be heard coming out of the kitchen as a man held onto the side of his guitar. The strap around his neck loose as his left hand held onto the neck of the guitar, the man shifted it in his grasp as he peeked out of the kitchen. Eyes widening, he stepped out and into the open slowly as he stared. "Uryῡ?"

Blinking as he heard his name—Ishida's eyes widened at that familiar voice. No—it couldn't be, could it? Just realizing now, that he could feel the other's strong spiritual pressure, the Quincy swallowed as sweat began to roll down his temple. Azure coloured irises looking up slowly, his hands still with a needle and fabric within their grasp—the archer looked up in horror as his eyes met brightly coloured hair. "K—Kurosaki?" Seeing the guitar in his hand was almost a flashback itself. He KNEW that sound was way too familiar—along with that dream, and that glimpse he thought he had saw this morning, coming off the elevator. That dream was a sign, a warning of sorts—almost as if his mind knew before he did. Standing abruptly, the material fell off of his lap and onto the floor as his fingertips pinched the needle in his hand. Almost dreading the answer as he spoke the next question, he stared into chocolate coloured irises as he spoke. "What are you doing here?"

Ichigo could feel his hear pulse beneath his rib cage, as he stared at the raven haired man before him. Hands relaxing on the instrument he held, he slowly released the item and allowed it to swing around and drape over his back. Swallowing slightly as he gazed at the Quincy, he took a step forward as he felt his mouth go dry. "I, uh…" Reaching up to run his hand through orange spikes, his brows furrowed into a light scowl before his features relaxed. "I go to school here now… I'm new."

Staring at the other in front of him, Ishida could almost hear himself groan as he resisted the urge to do so. He wasn't quite sure if he was relieved to see the other, or absolutely irritated. How could this of happened? He distinctively remembered the other leaving for America, to never come back. Did he change his mind? Was he seeking the archer out? And most importantly… Was he still mad at Uryῡ for what he had said, all those years ago? With all these thoughts running through his mind, Ishida allowed his eyes to close as he relaxed his hands. Dropping the needle onto the couch, he allowed his body to still as he slowly took a step forward and spoke as he opened his eyes.

"Kurosaki… We need to talk."

-X-

To be continued.