Unchained by a Soul Reaper
If you've read pages 57-156 in volume six of BLEACH, you'd understand why this story has to do with what it does. Alright, Uryu and Ichigo are chosen to play parts in a play that Keigo made after hearing Uryu's voice in the construction site. And having no idea about what truly happened, he adds a shocking ending to the play, making both teens sick with repulsive disgust.
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1- The last Part
"Oy, Ichigo!" Keigo called, rushing over with a wide grin. "I need to ask you something!!"
Sighing, he looked up with annoyed brown eyes, blinking once he saw the glee in his friend's eyes. "Hey…what's that?! It's freaking huge!" Pointing at the white pamphlet, seeing that it had to be about three hundred pages long, or something. "What is that, Keigo?"
"I want you to write the scenes out, please, Strawberry?"
Puppy eyes…aw how much he hated them, trembling with anger, Ichigo slowly nodded, the white booklet slammed down on his desk, flipping it open to see pictures. "What the hell…?" he muttered, flipping through them curiously. One was of course Uryu, since he had long dark bangs. The other one…had no eyes. Seeming as though that character's actor wasn't picked yet. Closing the booklet, his eyes widened slightly at the title. "'Unchained by a Soul Reaper'?!" He stood and smacked Keigo upside the head. "Where the hell did you get this?! Huh?! What were you even thinking?!"
"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow!!" he whined, backing up, looking up with pleading eyes. "Please write it out for me Ichigo…the teacher already agreed to help, and everyone else liked it too, and besides…my hands were all cramped after all that."
Shaking his head, he pulled out a notebook. "But you have to do my school work, and homework, for me. Got it?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I got it Strawberry!" he cheered, dancing around the room gracefully. "Thank you!!"
Not far away, Uryu watched them from the corner of his eye. His black rimmed glasses hiding the way he was looking. But that pamphlet did intrigue his curiosity to what the orange haired teen was going to write. Walking over after Keigo left, he stopped in front of Ichigo, looking down on the drawing that seemed to look like him in skintight clothing, holding a silverish bow in his hand, a strange bracelet around his other hand's wrist. Looking down on the words Ichigo hastily wrote down, he frowned, unamazed.
Narrator: the boy had just gotten back to his hometown, but it was attacked and destroyed by the devilish hollows.
Uryu: What is going on…what happened?!
Narrator: looking up he noticed a teenager a bit taller than him standing across from a slain hollow.
Uryu: Who are you?!
"Damn…" he muttered, biting on the tip of the eraser. "This isn't how he'd react…think like him Ichigo, think like him…" He dropped the pencil, seeing a pale hand hover over the paper, ripping the page out of the notebook. "Huh?! Hey you fu-"
He spun around, and then blinked, staring at the frowning Uryu Ishida. He crumpled the paper and looked down on the drawn pages, snatching up Ichigo's notebook and pencil, darting some words down as the protesting Kurosaki tried to snatch it back. "Here…we go…" he smirked, handing it down, Ichigo's eyes wide as his eyes scanned over it.
More like a story than a play, but much better than what he had wrote.
Having traveled for days, the young archer gazed upon his village with welcoming eyes. That is until he saw what had become of it. Burnt to ashes, debris of everyone's ashes flying in the wind, some stroking his cheek to comfort him. Gazing up he saw Soul Reaper in the distance, standing by a killed hollow. Upon reckless impulse, Uryu held up his spiritual bow, glowing a bright silver as he pulled his opposite arm back, slinging an arrow at the Soul Reaper.
The teen leapt out of the way, glaring at him and turning without another word.
"Damn…" he huskily breathed out, amazed at the teen's ability to write so well. "But…I was supposed-"
"Continue off that, Kurosaki."
"Hold it! This is your idea, not mine!! I-I can't steal it!"
"I'm letting you have it, you idiot."
"What?!" his classmate looked away, scowling, but didn't say another word, placing the notebook on his desk and standing, grasping some of the white uniform fabric into his pale hands, pulling the dark haired Quincy close. "Listen, I'm not going to thank you or anything, got it!? I'll just 'borrow' it!"
"By all means, go on ahead."
Releasing the dark haired teen, he looked out the window as he also listened to his classmate's fading footsteps. Flopping back into his seat, he cursed angrily, re-reading the whole thing. Taller than him, huh…
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A few weeks later…
Finally finished, he slammed it onto Keigo's desk, seeing a super happy camper that stood and hugged the living daylights out of the young Kurosaki. Sitting down while setting the panting Ichigo on his lap, he flipped the notebook open, reading the first two paragraphs that Uryu wrote. "Hai! I have the final actor!" he announced, everyone's gaze shooting over towards him. "All right, are we all prepared to hear who it is?!"
Everyone nodded but Ichigo and Ishida.
"It's…"
They listened in.
"Kurosaki!!"
Everyone was dead silent but Oriheme and Rukia, both standing and clapping, everyone slowly joining in, the orange haired teen blinking from shock, leaping out of Keigo's lap, staring at him, his mouth agape. "Why me?!"
"Not one else besides you had the attitude this guy does."
"Keigo!!" he yelled, his fist trembling as he whacked him a couple of times. "I -WHACK- can't -PUNCH- believe -CRUNCH- you -SPLOOSH-!!"
Rising to his feet, he shook his right fist, looking over at the first lead character, Uryu Ishida. Second main was him. Great, they had to beat each other bloody too. But what he wanted to know was the ending of the play, since it seemed to go on after Ichigo, the now named character, pulls Uryu close to him after the long battle with those dastardly hollows.
Gulping, he grabbed the booklet, sneaking away quickly and quietly, sitting on the floor in the hallway, flipping through the pages, but stopped when halfway between the story, seeing that in a speech bubble Uryu told Ichigo he loved someone, and that was the only person he'd die for.
"By all gods, why did you do this to me?" he grumbled, swiftly shutting the pamphlet, standing and fast-walking to his next class, trying to get there before everyone else to try and prove his point to the teacher. "Was I sinning when I wrote all that?" he wondered, frowning deeply.
"Ichigo."
He flinched, spinning around with a weird confused expression on his face as he saw Uryu carrying what looked like that outfit he always wore in his Soul Reaper form. Blinking, he caught the thrown fabric, tripping over his own feet a bit and falling to the ground, his hand grabbing onto Uryu's pant leg, pulling him down along with him.
"Huh?!"
Laughing nervously, he sat up, hearing a loud crack and looking up to see Uryu rubbing the side of his jaw, a little blood dripping from his lower lip. Shaking his head, he stood with the garments, turning smartly on his heel and taking a step forth before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder with narrowed brown eyes, he scowled.
"Don't you think this play is a bit…awkward?" the dark haired classmate questioned, seeing Ichigo shake his head, he shrugged. "Well…tell your friend I will take no part in it now."
"Why?!" he shrieked, his eyes wide. A feeling deep inside telling him this may actually cure Ishida of his hatred. "Come on, Keigo won't like to hear this…"
