Damn.

Ishida hit his hand on the wall, enraged. It was always like this when he got to talk to Ryuuken. Not his father-he had stopped calling him that a long time ago. For him, he was just Ryuuken. Nothing more.

Or was he?

Ishida Uryuu left the Karakura Clinic, where his father was a director at, with a bandaged arm and his nerves wrecked. He had to hear that lecture again, as Ryuuken tended to his sliced arm. Why, oh why did he have to go there? He insisted on tending to his injuries alone, but Orihime insisted that he should go there. And that's something that troubled him, since the orange-haired girl could easily heal him. And yet, after she treated him, she took him to the hospital, no matter how much he argued about how this was unnecessary.

"But, Ishida-kun, you have to go and check it up anyway!" she pleaded, big grey eyes staring at his. And that's something he couldn't say no to. So, he sighed in frustration and let her lead him.

And he immediately regretted it, when he felt Ryuuken staring angrily at both of them, his cold eyes igniting sparks between father and son.

"So, you did it again."

Uryuu couldn't help but chuckle angrily. If not for Orihime's hand that held his shoulders, he would have left already.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Ishida-san. Could you please tend to his wound?" Orihime said politely, pushing Uryuu softly towards his father. The two of them exchanged an angry glare and Ryuuken immediately turned his back and entered his office, nodding for Uryuu to follow him. He did so, biting his lips and grunting.

If only I hadn't agreed to this foolishness, Uryuu thought. He was now at his home alone, gritting his teeth to keep himself from swearing out loud. What the hell does he want from my life? He never cared for me, or grandpa. Only for his own self and his pathetic career. Not that anyone could call Ryuuken Ishida's career pathetic-but what else should his son say? He denied everything-his family, his Quincy pride, everything! – and he became a stupid, arrogant workaholic. And he has the nerve to tell ME to take care! How dare he!

Another punch landed on the wall upon this thought. He could never understand this man, no matter how many times the elder Ishida claimed that 'he would understand him when he grew older'. Right then, it was that Uryuu sensed this reiatsu -Ryuuken's- approaching. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down until the reiatsu he sensed was emitting right behind his door. He opened, not waiting for his father to knock.

Ryuuken stepped in, looking calm as always-something that made his son even more enraged-. He looked around indifferently for a while, until his gaze stopped on a picture of Souken holding Uryuu in his hands. The look of happiness in his son's younger version, In contrast to the angry scowl which was shooting at him now, made him chuckle.

"You still have this, don't you?"

"Did you expect something else, Ryuuken? You should be surprised if I had YOUR picture in this house, instead. Which I don't."

The silver-haired man chuckled. "Indeed, I would be surprised. You would only own a picture of me to use it as a shooting target."

"You're right, I'm not going to lie. Now, why are you here?" Uryuu said, keeping his gaze away from his father's.

"I want you to come with me." Was his father's response, square and short.

The raven-haired boy laughed cheekily. "Are you serious? And why would I do that?"

"I didn't ask you to come, SON. I demand it."

He frowned. "First of all, don't call me son. And then, I'm not someone you can demand things from."

The older man took a deep breath. "I knew we'd go that far. You're a stubborn one, aren't you? Well. Let's settle this. We can have a little fight. If you win, I will leave you be. But if I win, you'll follow me and listen to all that I have to say. What do you say?"

Ryuuken stretched his arm to meet his son's in a handshake, but he pushed it away angrily. "Very well. And when do you want this to be?"

"We can do it now. And since you're still with stitches, we will have to wait until this is healed." Saying this, Ryuuken opened the door to reveal Orihime, standing with her eyes fixed on her shoes.

I didn't sense her reiatsu at all! Can she conceal it that well or was I just too careless?Uryuu looked at Orihime, wondering about what had just happened, while she summoned Ayame and Shun'o to heal her friend. When his arm was fully healed, she turned to Ryuuken and nodded.

"Since your arm is fine now, we can take our leave."

"I told you that I won't follow you!" was Uryuu's response, angry and almost over-the-edge.

His father's chuckle made him angrier. "And where are we going to fight? Here? We will go to ourtraining area."

"Our? It's yours…But let us go."