Warning: Contains Yaoi

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Is this all I mean to him?

Uryuu sat on Ichigo's bed for what seemed like hours, until finally he heard footsteps coming up the stairs down the hall. He hoped, against all of what he knew, that the other teen was coming back to him, to spend the night and tell him how much Ishida meant to him. However, all of the Quincy's hopeful thoughts were crushed with the look he recieved from the shinigami as he stepped into the room, stopping in the doorway. Uryuu looked up at the red-head imploringly, hoping for any tiny bit of affection he could get from Ichigo, but when the brown eyes met his own, Ishida felt as though he were a bug on the bottom of Ichigo's shoe.

"Why are you still here? Leave. I don't want you here anymore."

Ichigo moved about the room for a moment and picked the Quincy's clothes apart from his own and threw them at Ishida, then stood by the door with his arms folded. Uryuu stared at the shirt in his lap for a moment before looking up at the red-head with a mixture of pain and anger.

"Ichigo...-"

" -What."

"...Didn't that... all this..." The pale teen dropped his gaze as he fought back his emotions. "... Didn't that mean anything to you?! Don't I mean anything?! At all?" His eyes flashed up with a stab of hope, but Ichigo simply stared down at him over his crossed arms with a cold and empty gaze.

"No. I don't like you, and I don't want you in my house. Now leave."

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Ishida scribbled out what he'd just written. He couldn't concentrate, but he needed to finish his assignment before the end of the lunch period, which was drawing close. Giving up, he flung the pad of paper and pencil he'd been using to the ground and leaned back against the cool wall behind him, staring up at the cloudy autum sky. He couldn't concentrate, and he wasn't hungry, though he never ate lunch anyways. Uryuu took in a deep breath as he forced out the previous night's events and stretched out his long, slender legs. The Quincy closed his eyes, letting his mind drift off to where it always seemed to go these days.. to Ichigo.

'I don't like you... I don't want you here...' But why? What did I do? Why does he suddenly hate me? I don't understand. I just don't get it...

Uryuu was brought back to the cloudy afternoon by a near-by shriek of delight. Craning his neck around, Ishida saw Orihime hugging Ichigo affectionately, and he was hugging her back. After a few moments they broke apart and Orihime ran off to join a group of girls, while Ichigo retreated back to a small cluster of shadey trees. Looking around, his gaze fell upon Uryuu, who was unintentionally staring at him, and he disappeared into thicket of trees and shrubery behind him.

Ishida panicked, thinking he'd done something wrong again, he stood and ran into the trees where Ichigo had just vanished. He followed the other teen into the woods, intent upon getting some answers.

"Ichigo! Ichigo wait!"

The Quincy tripped on an outlying root and fell to the ground, gasping for air as the wind was knocked out of him. He struggled to get to his feet as he supported himself by leaning against the tree that had just tripped him.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" Ichigo was leaning against another tree in front of Ishida, with his arms folded and a smirk across his face. "I already told you, I don't want to talk to you." The shinigami pushed himself off the tree and began to walk away from the pale teen. Out of pure desperation Uryuu reached up and grabbed the red-head by the neck and kissed him, their tongues entwining for what seemed like forever to Ishida, who had moved his arms to fasten them around the other's torso. Finally they broke apart and Uryuu leaned his head against Ichigo's chest, breathing a little heavily as he tried to plead with him.

"Ichigo, please, please listen to me-"

"What are you thinking?!" Ichigo pushed the Quincy away from his body, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He cast Uryuu a dark look full of loathing and disgust. "I don't know what you think is going on, but I can assure you-"

"But.. But what about what we did, what about what we have?! Can you honestly tell me you just felt nothing?! And what about last night? What we did-"

"We don't have anything! And last night... Last night was a mistake! I wasn't thinking right and you were.. you were just there and... I DON'T LIKE YOU!" Ichigo pushed Uryuu aside as he made to get away, which sent the pale boy against a tree and down to the ground once more, where he sat on his knees, his palms clenched. A single tear shattered on his white knuckles as Ichigo stormed away.

"But... but you... I..." Ichigo stopped in his tracks and listened, a stab of guilt striking him in the heart. Uryuu grabbed a handful of his own black hair as he began to yell, "...IS THAT ALL YOU DO ICHIGO?! IS THAT ALL I AM TO YOU?! A LITTLE FLING, SOMETHING DISPOSABLE?! YOU JUST USE ME AND - AND - AND THROW ME AWAY?!" At not being able to handle any more, the Quincy pressed his forhead against his knees and sobbed silently for the first time since his grandfather's death. Ichigo didn't turn around, but he lowered his head in shame of causing the other boy's misery.

"I've asked out Orihime. She's my girlfriend, I'm not gay, I don't like you."

Uryuu stopped sobbing instantly as Ichigo began to walk away. He raised his head slowly and saw the orange hair bobbing away, and uttered the last words he would speak to the bastard.

"I hate you, Ichigo Kurosaki."

I hate you.

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