Authors Notes: This is my first story on FanFic so go easy on me ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Beach if I did this story would probably be in it
Ishida walked calmly to class like he did everyday.
He was slightly irritated. He had been since he lost his powers in soul society. But today he was going to do something about it but first he would have to get through school.
He was getting his books out of his bag when she walked in. Inoue Orihime. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes. He had spent a lot of time with her in Soul Society and had, for lack of a better term, fallen in love with her. He winced slightly at this thought, how could he think that? He had never been in love before so how did he know that he was now? Maybe this wasn't love at all, maybe it was just lust.
No this was more.
At first he thought it was just lust, it would be easy to lust for Orihime… She had perfect skin, great legs, and her most outstanding feature, aside from her long orange hair, was her enormous chest.
However after spending time with her he realized that she was one of the most selfless people he'd ever met. She cared about everyone even her enemies. She was very kind, and she was almost always smiling; Uryuu hoped that this would never change.
'Stop torturing yourself… there's no way she'd ever like you that way.' He thought.
Besides, he thought bitterly, She has a crush on Ichigo. This was bad for a number of reasons. First Ichigo was a Soul Reaper and Uryuu hated Soul Reapers. Second, Ichigo loved another Soul Reaper named Rukia Kuchiki and had no idea how Orihime felt. Last, and definitely worst of all, Orihime was oblivious to Ichigo and Rukia's relationship.
Uryuu pulled himself from his thoughts as class started. Coming to the same painful conclusion he always came to… no matter how you slice it, Orihime's heart was going to get broken.
After class Uryuu was eating lunch with Chad like he did everyday when he heard her call him.
"Ishida-Kun!"
Ishida looked up, his heartbeat accelerating slightly.
"Hi Inoue-san"
"Can I talk to you in private for a minute Ishida-Kun?"
This time Uryuu felt his heart jump. She needed to talk to him? A voice in his head told him not to get his hopes up she probably just wanted to ask him for pen or to try some of her weird food; still his heart was racing.
"Of course."
He got up and followed her to a vacant classroom.
"Is everything alright Inoue-san?"
"Yes I just need to ask you a question Ishida-kun. I like Kurusaki-kun but I'm not sure if should tell him. What do you think I should do?"
That same voice piped up again saying 'I told you'
Uryuu felt his heart sink. What was he going to tell her? Go talk to Ichigo and get your heart broken or tell her now and break her heart? God this sucked.
Uryuu unconsciously started rubbing the back of his neck.
"Inoue-san I…"
What am I going to say?
"Inoue-san… if I were you I would wait on that."
"But why Ishida-kun?" she said as her smile disappeared and became a frown.
"Inoue-san… just trust me. Think about it a little more before you do anything. Okay?"
She forced a smile.
"Okay Ishida-kun, I'll think about it."
She put on a fake serious face and gave him a salute. He gave halfhearted smile as she walked out of the room.
"See you later Ishida-kun."
"Yeah… see you later." He said in a soft voice that he was 100 sure she didn't hear.
'You big pussy' the voice said.
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After school Uryuu went straight to Urahara's Shop.
"Hi Uryuu, didn't expect to see you here." He said.
"Neither did I… Look I lost the ability to use my powers in Soul Society. Is there a way I can get that back?"
"I doubt it. But I do have an item that might help you."
He got up and went to the storage room and about ten seconds later he came back carrying a long dusty box. He opened it to reveal a long straight sword.
"This sword can bring out anyone's hidden powers and since your powers are still there but you can't use them maybe this can help you. Pick it up and see if you feel anything."
Uryuu did as he was told and picked up the sword. He instantly felt a surge of his dormant Quincy powers.
"Ah it seems to be working."
"Yeah." Uryuu said with a smile on his face.
"Now look, this sword can sometimes bring out things other than dormant powers… it can bring out the worst in people. I have seen this blade turn good people into monsters."
"That won't happen to me." Uryuu said confidently.
"It had better not, because if it does I'll have to kill you."
There was silence as Uryuu let that last statement sink in.
"So, how are you with a sword?"
"Not good." Uryuu admitted
"Alright then, follow me."
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'Man' Uryuu thought as he walked home later that night with his new blade. 'Urahara's training is rough.'
He had just finished a six-hour training session with Urahara in a large underground training area. It was tiring but Uryuu had regained almost all of his Quincy abilities. He couldn't shoot arrows of course but he could use his Hirenkyaku and Ransōtengai again. Plus he could channel his Quincy power in to the blade and make it deadlier or he could expell the power in a blast. It wasn't as acurate as an arrow but it was better than nothing.
And the best part was that when Uryuu wanted he could make the sword shink down until all that was left was the grip and all he had to do was channel his power into it in order to make the guard and blade appear again. It had taken a few trys but Uryuu had finally mastered switching the sword from dormant to combat ready and back again.
Uryuu's attention turned to his right arm. Urahara had slashed it durring training and, despite having bandaged it up as best he could, it was still bleeding ever so slightly. He would probably have to stitch it up when he got home.
When Uryuu arrived at home he placed the now dormant new blade on his night stand and went to take a shower. Afterwards he put on his favorite pajama bottoms (they were blue with Pepsi emblems on all over them, they were goofy but very comfortable.) and examined his right arm.
'Looks like I'm going to have to stitch it, this ought to be fun.' He thought sarcasticly.
He caught a glimpse of his chest as he left the bathroom. He looked pretty good for a guy who sews and kills Hollows in his free time. He had decent sized biceps and fairly decent abs; they weren't chisled but they were there.
He pushed these narssistic thoughts out of his head, he would need full concentration if he was going to stich his arm up right.
He sat on his couch and began sterilizing a needle. He felt goose bumps pop up on his arms as his air conditioner turned on. He didn't have a shirt on for fear of staining it with his blood. He was just about to begin when he heard three small taps on his door. He looked at his clock; it was ten o'clock at night
'Who in the hell would be hear at this hour?' he thought as he got up to answer the door.
All right there's chapter one, not a lot of romance yet but it's coming, so tell me what think… reviews, suggestions I'm up for anything.