A/N: This is a mini chaptered IchiUri request fic for Isame Kuroda. It won't be a very long fic but there's plenty of warnings for this later on. Among such: Alcohol consumption, gender-bending, lemon(s)/sexual content, language, Uryu being angsty and Ichigo being... well Ichigo. lol. This chapter is pretty short though.
The prompt for this is that Ichigo and Uryu are coming of age and the night before the celebration, Uryu is served some very suspicious tea that will change everything for them. I won't spoil much so you'll just have to read to find out!
Coming of age is a big deal for those in Japan and is normally celebrated on one certain day in January (I think, I looked it up the other day. I'll have to look it up again) where they spend time with family and close friends. So, this means they are both already 20 at the start of this fic; they are also roommates in college.
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1
There were some things in life Uryu Ishida was always certain about. Those things consisted of two major things: Ichigo Kurosaki was notoriously unpredictable and when living with said individual you could never be certain about anything. Uryu sighed and tried to keep from tripping over his own feet. His roommate was not so fortunate and stumbled into him, snickering uncontrollably. Pushing the Shinigami back into a standing position, Uryu adjusted his glasses.
"Personal space, Kurosaki."
Ichigo snickered again. "You said 'sake'."
Rolling his eyes, Uryu pressed on back towards their apartment just right outside of their college campus. Tonight he did not feel like arguing. Perhaps it was because he was on the verge of hiccupping. And that would end up in another fit of laughter. "Indeed..." He answered in a low voice.
The cool wind fluttered across his warm face and tugged at his coat. Uryu closed his eyes briefly as they walked down the empty street between apartments. It was odd seeing as what day it was. "Hey, hey, hey!" Ichigo's voice interrupted his thoughts. "'Ssshida," He suppressed a groan at the abuse to his name. "D-do ya -hic- do ya think we've got some at ta' -hic- 'partment?"
Taking a deep breath, Uryu answered. "I know we don't. Have you forgotten? It won't be until tomorrow when we can actually purchase it ourselves." Not that he really cared to be buying sake himself. The liquid had a tendency to loosen too many tongues and normally ended in a combination of hangovers, bad choices, and regrets in the morning.
"Oi!" He turned to see Ichigo looking at him closely with wide eyes. "Yer face's all red."
Uryu nearly backed up into the street lamp poll. He felt his face flare with heat. "Well, that's what happens when one consumes alcohol you idiot." Somehow, Ichigo had convinced him to go out tonight to a small party on campus. Some of the Shinigami had come to visit them to celebrate their coming-of-age ceremony which was being held tomorrow. Of course since their Shinigami friends were old enough, they had purchased a few bottles of liquor and spent a good amount of the evening convincing the two of them to drinking games. Being one not to be impolite, Uryu had a drink. Ok, maybe it was a few. After all, Rukia was being very persistent. "B-besides, Kurosaki, you should see your face. It looks like one of your sisters got a hold of you with makeup and painted you only with red blush."
"Nah, -hic- th-they don't play dress up anymore."
Ichigo waved his hand dramatically and attempted to look important as he started back towards their apartment. Sighing deeply, Uryu straightened back up and followed the stumbling Shinigami. Eventually, they made it back (thankfully in one whole piece) to their door. Uryu, being the only sensible one really and remembered to lock the door and bring the key, let them in.
Once inside, Ichigo preceded to stumble into their living room and face first into the couch. Uryu rolled his eyes as he hung up his coat. At least he remembered to take off his shoes. His head spun at the bright overhead light.
"Ya sure we -hic- don't have any?" The words were muffled and slurred as they were spoken through a pillow.
"Seriously?!" Uryu gripped at a chair to keep himself upright. "I'd rather have some tea right now." A groan followed by a string of uncomprehendable words flowed out of Ichigo.
"Ishida-kun! Kurosaki-kun!" A sweet female voice came from the kitchen doorway. "You're home!"
Uryu sighed happily. He turned to face the young girl who walked up to them. "We are, Ururu-san." Ururu stood there clutching a group of packages. "Ah," Uryu glanced at them; hoping one would be freshly bought tealeaves. "Would you be a dear and make me some tea?"
"We don't have any, Ishida-kun."
He eyed the packages more closely and saw a clear sealed bag with green leaves in it. "What about this?" Uryu asked carefully. It was never known what exactly Ururu sometimes carried around.
"Oh, um," She pulled it out without upsetting any of the other packages somehow. "Uruhara-san requested I bring him some things."
"I'm sure Kisuke-sama can just add it to the bill. Please?" Uryu asked before sliding down to the floor and resting his head on the coffee table. Once a week, Ururu came by and cleaned their apartment, sometime restocked their food supplies, and occasionally cooked. Never did she do their laundry, although Ichigo could use a maid who did such a thing for him.
"Oh, ok. I guess so." She replied after seeing his tired expression.
Somehow, between the time it took Ururu to make the tea and it being served, Uryu managed to find his way to his room to change into a dark blue jinbei*. As he tied it closed, Ururu was presenting the hot cup to him. He sniffed it before he took a slip. It was bitterly sweet. "What is it?" He asked.
Ururu shrugged. "Raspberry something. Uruhara-san ordered a lot of things from the Soul Society. It might be American." Why the Soul Society would have American tea was beyond Uryu. He shrugged.
"You drink some of the weirdest shit, 'Shida."
Uryu glared at the patch of orange. "Speak for yourself. At least I won't have a hangover because I drank something besides that fowl liquid." He expected a retort. And what he got was a deep snore. "Honestly!" The archer snorted loudly before continuing to drink his tea. He felt better. Well, his head felt less like a spinning top even if he was starting to get extremely sleepy. "Thank you, Ururu. Put it on our next bill." He yawned, returning the cup and staggering off to his room. "Don't forget to lock the door." His voice was quiet and full of sleep.
The next morning, Uryu could not remember how he had gotten home, removed his glasses, pulled down his covers and slipped into bed. His head was a bit foggy. Slowly he sat up and stretched. Yawning deeply he wondered why his muscles felt so strange, especially around his chest. He started to reach for his glasses but stopped. His hands shook and he untied his jinbei. Don't panic, don't panic... Franticly, he fumbled with the hem of his pants and reached down to touch smooth flesh. That was when he screamed.
*A jinbei is a style of pajamas in Japan that loosely look like a shirt and pants version of a kimono. Young men also will wear them around family and friends they feel comfortable with.
Kuro-san: I hope this lightens your mood today. :) Don't fret though, there will be Uryu angst later on!