A/N: Hello there! This is my first attempt at writing fanfic, and I hope it works for you! This is an IchiIshi piece which practically wrote by itself. I'm serious, this just flew out of me without needing any serious thinking/brainstorming. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. I only ship IchiIshi with a passion. And The Infernal Devices belongs to Cassandra Clare. Cookies to those who can spot the TID quote I lifted from Madam Clare. :)

Ishida had one of the most beautiful pair of eyes Ichigo had ever seen. Long dark lashes framed intense, glorious cobalt irises that was shielded behind clear glass. Those were the kind of eyes a girl could easily fall head over heels in love with.

But first appearances deceive. Talk to him a bit and you'll get a bite of his personality: cold, snarky, sarcastic, curt. Many words to describe him, but none of them are nice.

But Ichigo knew better. Ishida's eyes had a kind of fragility to them. Pain, wistfulness, hope, sadness hid behind those striking eyes. There were so much other emotions that conflicted behind them that Ichigo knew Ishida would never show to the world. But his eyes could harden up any time, turning those brilliant orbs into midnight ice, especially when his guard was up. Which was practically most of the time. Ichigo didn't like it, because it was an impenetrable wall between them, but he understood, because it was Ishida's way of protecting himself from getting hurt. To be cut off from everything so that he couldn't feel anything. When his eyes got that look , nothing could get behind them.

Ichigo wished he would let someone in, hoping that someone would be Ichigo himself. But that was very unlikely. He'd seen the way Ishida looked at Inoue. His eyes would soften, turning them from cut glass to liquid ultramarine. And Ichigo saw the way Inoue looked back at Ishida. Ichigo would never forget it, because everytime she glanced at Ishida Ichigo didn't believe he could feel more pain from a broken heart than that moment of despair when he became powerless during that fight with Kugô Ginjô. The heavy sadness that suffocated him when he realized that he couldn't protect everyone he loved anymore. He was born to protect, dammit- didn't his name stand for that? All those years of being big brother to Karin and Yuzu, then Inoue and Chad and Asano and Kojima, because they were his friends, and Ishida, because he loved him. It was a one-sided love, Ichigo knew, but it was OK because there was this book he had once read, that it was alright to love someone who doesn't love you back, just as long he or she deserves that love.

Ishida rarely laughed. But those eyes laughed, even if he didn't. Love at first sight. Che. But Ichigo wasn't one to talk, was he? He had drowned in those fathomless eyes and wanted to stay that way forever. He had always beaten the impossible, hadn' t he, defeating Kenpachi Zaraki, Seireitei's most feared swordsman when everybody thought he couldn't? Humbling Byakuya Kuchiki, the Gotei Thirteen's deadly silent prince, something no one thought was possible, and emerging victorious after fighting his way through countless Arrancars to save Inoue from Aizen's clutches when everybody thought he would die from the process?

Ichigo Kurosaki knew that Uryû Ishida loved Orihime Inoue, but he couldn't help but hope that the impossibility that he was used to facing would work in his favour and somehow, somehow that one day, Uryu Ishida's sapphire eyes would soften from cut glass to liquid ultramarine whenever he looked at Ichigo Kurosaki.

Thanks for reading! R&R? :)

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PS I've got half a mind to do a second chappie for this. Should I?