We Are Drawn To Each Other
Like Drops of Water, Like the Planets
We Repulse Each Other
Like Magnets, Like the Colors of Our Skin
Uryu, Ryuuken, Soken
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I still do not own Bleach, and I never will. Do I really have to write this every time?
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Uryu pulled back his arrow and fired, hitting a hollow in the middle of the mask. With a screech, it exploded.
His grandfather would have been proud about how strong he'd become. But his father, however, was a different story.
Because Ryuuken Ishida, unlike Soken, did not have any sort of parental bond or anything of the like with Uryu.
Uryu and Soken had loved each other's company, eating together, training together, and basically doing everything together. But Ryuuken didn't believe in the Quincy cause, saying that it wasn't a profitable career.
And so Ryuuken had withdrawn from Uryu's life, allowing Soken to raise him, and merely becoming someone that was there every now and then, since he felt it best, as Soken was just so much better with him, and Ryuuken didn't know haw to raise a child.
And Soken had down quite well, until his inevitable destruction at the hands of the very hollows he'd given his entire life to fighting.
And then Ryuuken had realized that he should have been in his son's life more as well, because now Uryu was more withdrawn, and sullen. And so they'd only drifted apart, like magnets of the same polarity.
So he'd merely watched from afar, raising him from afar as well, hoping that one day, they would be able to grow as close as Soken had been with Uryu.