BY: Amagumo (Rain Cloud)

Ichigo/Uryû Story!

Bleach doesn't belong to me. That's a good thing.

Okay, I just love how I gave you literally no information in chapter one. You see, I was running out of time to post it since my faja was all like "OMG, daughter, get off of the computer right nows!" And I was all like, "But Faja, if I get off now, I shall feel unaccomplished!" And he was all like, "Nani?! No, get off!!" It was something like that. Not really.

Anyways, I think I put this down as mystery. That might've been for my own benefit, since I didn't know any secondary themes other than romance. This is probably romance/action/adventure. 'Kays? Cool. And the pairings… I might've put them down before, I might not have. I forget (of course). Here they are again, just in case: Ichigo/Uryû + Chad/Orihime. I wonder if it's gonna be seme!Ichigo or seme!Uryû... Of course uke!Uryû is a lot easier to write than uke!Ichigo, but we'll see. (Dude, it is so gonna be uke!Uryû…)

There will be medical in this fic for a tiny while, like EKGs (or is it ECG?) and IVs… and I'm telling you, and I'm sure you see later on, I have no idea of how they work, or even what they're for. Well, and EKG maybe… but please, feel free to whine about that in your review. It'd be good for me to learn from this. Eheheh… don't be too mean.

Oh… I just realized… I forgot to create a driver for the car that obliterated Ishida… haha… well, pretend he was one of those hit-and-run bastards who were afraid they'd get in trouble if they stick around for any length of time.

Whee!! Here we go-o-o-o!

.Kurosaki Ichigo.

I had been completely convinced that the worst of this stupid ordeal had passed. I was only in the deepest possible state of despair when I found that I was wrong.

Ishida, to his misfortune, woke up as soon as we started the journey to the hospital. The sirens blaring, paramedics bickering, Ishida yelling, crying… I found it horrifying. I had always been pretty bad in the more dire situations back at the clinic. I'd always been rendered useless by the bustle and urgency everywhere. This much, I think you already knew. Even when Chad had come into the clinic, his back ruined from the claws of a vicious Hollow, I had been completely worthless. I had no way to help.

I knew meds. I know I did, but in the most important situations possible, such as this one, I forgot everything I knew. I'd forgotten when I needed to know most.

So, I sat, pondering desperately on how I might help. It wasn't too hard for me to find that there was one thing I might be able to do and that was get Ishida to be quiet and let the doctors work.

"Don't touch me!" Ishida barked sharply, shoving them away violently and trying very, very hard to escape the straps around his legs. Whenever he sat up, however, he was pushed down slowly by all three men at one time, giving him the motivation to again say, "DON'T TOUCH ME! LET ME GO! I don't know you, leave me alone! I'm fine! I'M FINE! SHUT UP! ICHIGO, SHUT UP!"

I hadn't really said much, but apparently he didn't want to hear anything from me. "Ishida, please-," that's all I'd been able to get out before he'd turned on me viciously. I took his wrist and stopped him from thrashing for a second, "We'll get Orihime to finish you up, okay?" I hissed quietly, "Please cooperate for now! You're in a bad way, Ishi-," he cut me off again, of course.

"IN A BAD WAY!? So you're gonna get all sympathetic on me, too, huh, Ichigo!? HAH!?" He didn't really wait for me to respond, though I don't even think he could see the furious expression I wore because of all the blood running down his face. He was again shoving at the paramedics as I spoke, "NO," I protested indignantly, "I'm trying to make you understand the condition you're in! You're being a fool, Ishida, and you need to shut up, lay down, and get fixed!"

He glared at me, "How do you know how I'm feeling right now!?" He shrieked hoarsely, "I'm fine!" He had managed to rip the two straps restricting his legs open, and was able to move a lot more.

"Ishida Uryû!" I roared, grabbing his wrist again. This time, something around it poked me and a devilish plan came upon me. "If you don't hold still," I yanked at the chain and it broke easily, "You're not getting this damn cross back!"

He stopped. He turned. Slowly, glaring, "Give that to me."

"Che. Nope."

"KUROSAKI!" Oh, now he was moving. I'd noticed him switch to my family name. I don't know why, since it hardly mattered.

"LAY DOWN!"

"GIVE THAT TO ME!" He twisted, lunged at me, and winced, his wounds finally becoming again evident to him. Twisting his torso had been a bit too much. He grunted and grabbed the mysterious puncture wound on his stomach and shrank back for a second. He looked up at me through his blood and hair, "Ichigo… it's mine." He held one hand out expectantly.

I put a hand on his chest and pushed him down before holding the damndable object out to him again, "He-," he was unconscious again. I went to pocket the cross, but the ambulance turned into the hospital at the same moment and I lost my grip on it. Horrified, I reached for it as it soared through the air away from me, "Damnit!" He was just going to love me for this.

I couldn't bend down to get it; it was too crowded. I didn't even know where the stupid thing was, either. We came to a stop and the paramedics hurried me out. I looked behind me, desperately searching for it, "Damn, damn, damn!" This would be great to tell him next time he woke up and was ready to chat.

I did my best to follow Ishida wherever they were taking him, but the hallways were crowded and confusing and for some reason or other people were continuously slamming into me as if I was invisible or something, and we all know that wasn't true. I mean, I was very much visible, my hair being such a glowing beacon for everyone.

"Sir, please, wait here in the front room." So I did. Hell knows I would've just gotten in the way if I tried to stick around any longer.

With Ishida unconscious I was able to remember that he really was in danger. He seemed fine when he was thrashing around and yelling, albeit how he might've looked… his being an annoying fool made him seem like nothing was wrong, you know? I don't know how he'd kept straight face with whatever pain he must be experiencing. His head and his leg. Probably his worst areas right now; where he'd actually been in full-on contact with the car. I wonder who the driver was… and how'd Ishida get stabbed? It didn't matter. That part of this was over.

"Ichigo!" I heard this voice and rejoiced.

"Chad!" I stood up and turned to him, "Where's Orihime?" She popped up from behind him, right on cue. She was still crying, "Hey… he's gonna be all right, Inoue." I said it like I actually knew.

Chad looked at me, "What've they told you?" I returned his gaze a little sheepishly, "Uh, well… nothing, but we know Ishida won't get killed by a car. He survived Mayuri and all of those Bount, right?" I was looking at Orihime again. I really needed her to calm down, she was making me nervous.

"Ah," he said, turning his attention to the hallways behind me, towards wherever Ishida was.

"Ichigo-kun, I'm sorry I didn't heal him!" Orihime choked, "I-," I nodded, "Hey, yeah, I know, Inoue. Don't worry about that right now." I turned to Chad again. He was still looking behind me, "Hey, Chad, did you bring his clothes and things?" He looked at me briefly and nodded.

"Oh, it's in the car!" Orihime said, suddenly feeling better and turning to the entrance, "Should I go get it?" I shook my head. I wanted to take him to my dad's clinic. Maybe he'd stay calm there. Doubt it.

I nearly screamed when my phone began vibrating against my ass. I sure jumped, which startled both Orihime and Chad. I yanked the offending object out of my pocket and slammed it to the side of my head, "Moshi, moshi?"

"Kurosaki-sama?"

Rage pulsed through my every nerve, into every lith and limb in my body. I tensed and felt the veins in my neck swell with my anger, "Why are you calling me, Fujisawa?" I uttered venomously. Fujisawa Osamu. The idiot who'd just gotten Ishida obliterated by two tons of steel.

"I know, I feel awful, man. But, hey, can't ya tell me how Uryû is?" It pissed me off more that he would dare even think himself familiar enough to use such casual name, "C'mon, how his he?"

"Well he's not so great! Thanks to you!" No mercy for you, Fujisawa.

Ishida had talked to Chad (he didn't trust me and didn't want to bother Inoue) more than once about this guy. Chad worried about him. He was under the influence that Fujisawa was a druggy and he was going to get Ishida dead somewhere. I'd never heard anything good, really. So I was very much done with him.

"Don't be like that, man!" He whined, "How was I s'posed to know that car was comin'!?"

I frowned deeply, "MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T FUCKING DRUNK!" Ah, that was it. I had finally cracked. I was taking in the situation for what it was. Fear was added to the many sensations cycling through me and I was numb with hatred, confusion, fear, grief, horror, sympathy, frustration… I hadn't been prepared for this. I had never thought… this was a human incident! No evil-crazed-bastard-taichou had laid a single finger on any one of us, but this was one of my worst fears yet! A freakin' car hit one of us! Not a massive, ridiculous bankai!

I hung up on the bastard and sat down in one of the waiting room chair, literally about to pull out my hair. I clenched it between white knuckles and grumbled incoherently about this whole, damn, convoluted situation. Chad sat down beside me, and Orihime by him. We were all silent, though Chad whispered a few small susurrations to calm Orihime down as she leaned on him and cried some more. I wanted someone to lean on…

Oh, God. Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo! Stop being such a girl! Stop bitching and do what you always do! You are the one who is calm and waits, grumpy and in the corner, perhaps pacing back and forth at a fast pace. You did not sit down and wish there was someone there to comfort you! No, no!

Of course, these thoughts did nothing but cause me more frustration and one renegade tear spilled over and rolled quickly down the curve of my face. Enraged, I swiped it away in one swift movement and pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes so I could calm down. I felt Chad's brown eyes on me. I better not be worrying him…

"Oi, he'll be fine!" I hissed at myself. This was a car wreck. Quincies are not killed by cars. Ishida was fine in the ambulance, up and complaining and all. He was going to be fine. This idiocy was able to calm me down. Which was good because I was about to be stirred up again…

"Bastard. You hung up on me!" A hand on my shoulder, a wretched voice emitting from somewhere behind me, and how in the hell did that bitch get here so fast?! I turned around and I honestly don't know how I restrained myself from punching his face in with my bloody hands (Ishida's blood), "Go back to the dormitory!" I crowed, "Your drunk friends are probably snitching your shit! Go home!" I turned away from him and sat down again. I was done with him and he was supposed to be done with me. If he wanted to see Ishida he could go wait alone in the corner. Chad stood up beside me and I decided I didn't care what Osamu did so long as he wasn't talking to me. I hated him and I was going to punch him on his next approach.

Okay, I did care if Osamu talked to Chad. Besides, Orihime's crying was more noticeable since Chad moved away from her, and it was annoying. I turned a little in my seat and strained my ears to pick up Chad's deep, resonating voice and Osamu's slurred, airy one.

"It's just," Osamu sounded ridiculously false in his concern, "Uryû is a very fragile person. I'm scared that he won't be able to handle something like this."

Oh my GOD, Chad, you'd better respond correctly to this or I'll have to intervene!

"You don't know Uryû. Fujisawa-san, we'll take care of this. You go home." Well, he'd said what I wanted, but perhaps in the weakest and least effective way possible.

"What d'ya mean I don't know Uryû? I'm his roommate!"

Chad made his way back to his chair and I shifted, arms crossed over my chest so I appeared not to be listening, "And we're his friends," Chad said matter-of-factly.

"You can't make me go home, Yasutora-san," Osamu said in the most annoying way possible, "I'll be waiting and you'll see, Uryû loves me."

I nearly vomited. I wanted very much to explode and tell him all of the things Ishida had told Chad (you know, about how much he hated Fujisawa), but that wasn't fair because I think Ishida told only Chad for a reason. He probably knew how grumpy I'd get with Fujisawa if I were aware of the boy's true idiocy, and Ishida probably didn't want to piss off the person he had to live with for the next four years of his life.

"It's a bet, ass-face," I grumbled, half to myself. Chad sighed and Orihime plunged into his broad chest again as soon as he was seated. Hey, maybe that was it… maybe the reason I was having so many problems with this incident was because I had no on to comfort but myself. I had nothing to distract me from unhappy thoughts and ideas… and- well, the idea sounds right to me.

Fujisawa would have been a great distraction, but I'd already scared him off, so I needed to come up with something else. There was a fish tank in the room. I stared at it for a while, but one of the fishes was white with blue stripes… come on, how does that not resemble Ishida? I quickly shook my attention away from the tank and tried to think of someone I could talk to. Someone who I could call and inform about Ishida's little accident. Well, there was his father… but I didn't really want to see him and I was pretty sure Ishida didn't, either. Keigo and Mizuiro might show some bit of concern… but that would just be awkward. Tatsuki would probably want to know… oh, Isshin. He'll probably beat my ass if I don't tell him.

So I pulled out my cell phone again and punched in the number.

"Moshi, moshi? Kurosaki Clinic!"

"Yuzu? Why are you there? Isn't Saturday you're day off?" I had really expected Isshin, and the complete contrast in their voices caught me off guard.

"Ichi-nii!? Where've you been!? Oto-san called me in because you weren't around to help him! You could've told him you were leaving! Honestly, how're you going to graduate pulling stunts like that?"

Yuzu might be older than she used to be, but her voice sounded so shrilly through the phone that it caused the reception to skip and crack. I winced a little, "Sorry! All right, sorry! I forgot, okay!?" I cleared my throat, "Ah, could we take a patient?"

"What're you talking about, Ichigo? Did you lose your temper and hurt someone? Oh!! Are you hurt?!"

I sighed, "No, just a friend."

"Oh!? Someone I know!?" She was excited for some reason.

"Yeah. Ishida was in a… he had a little accident." I didn't even know what condition he was in. Maybe he was perfectly fine, I couldn't really elaborate for Yuzu and I didn't want to, really. She'd probably freak out, considering I'd blow the situation way out of proportion.

"Ishida-san?! Oh, no!" Yeah, oh no, "Okay, when will you be here!?"

I don't know. "Ah, we'll try to be there some time tomorrow, alright? Tell Dad so he doesn't freak out, okay?"

"Okay! Bye-bye, Ichi-nii!"

I hung up. Okay… no more distractions. I watched Osamu for a little while as he sat next to the aforementioned fish tank and stared into it with a very unconcerned expression on his face. I noticed, however, that his attention seemed to closely follow the white and blue fish that had bothered my own attention not long before.

I still say he wasn't freaking out enough.

Or maybe I was freaking out too much.

No… he hadn't seen Ishida after impact. He didn't know what was going on. He was a roommate, not a friend. He couldn't understand why Orihime needed to cry, why Chad had to be solemn, why I had to be testy.

I turned away from the bastard to watch the hallway again. Things were quiet now. Of course. To help us be tense and nervous.

As soon as my eyes met the doors, I felt my heart stop beating for a whole moment.

Chad stood up. I stood up after him. Orihime rose sluggishly, clutching the sleeve of Chad's colorful, open neck shirt. Osamu walked over quickly and stood beside us. We all four stared fixedly at the man dressed in white.

"So, about your friend in there…"

--END CHAPTER TWO--

Please review, minna! Arigatou gozaimasu!!

Okay, Ishida isn't dead, nor is he dying. Or paraplegic. Or missing a leg. Or an arm. Or his liver. He's not missing anything but his Quinciness (which will be had later, of course. We can't have Ichigo running his ass off to save Ishida every fucking moment). No, I'm not stirring up that kind of drama, it's ridiculous. I'm clearing that up right now so that the people who just winced at the stopping point up there don't have to worry. I just wanted a stopping point, and that seemed to be the only one coming. Chappie three shall be up after chappie eight of Wandering Aimlessly (which'll be some amount of time). Sankyuu to oyasuminasai!