Took awhile for the update... I've been busy... my life consists of cosplaying and sleeping...

Urahara was on his way to Uryu's appartement along with Tessi. Once at his apartment door, the shop keeper knocked. He knocked again, but louder. The next door over opened to reveal an elderly lady.

"Are you two friends of Ishida-kun?"

She stressed 'friends', but the implication of something more seemed to skip over the otherly occupied shop keeper.

"Yes, is he out right now?"
"He should be in today, but please don't bother him right now."
"Why not now?"
"It's just a very significant day for him today. Personally, I don't even know what he has against today. It's just that for three years now, ever since I've known him, on December twelve, he's shut himself in there and he doesn't come out till a couple days later. I try not to be nosey, so I let him be."

Urahara released his spiritual pressure into Uryu's appartement searching for the boy. He checked again and again, but he couldn't find his spiritual pressure. A gust of air came and the shop keeper smelt something that he couldn't put his finger on draft from under the door. It was a soft smell, something like wine, but to thin to tell through the door.

"Do you have any keys into his place?"
"I do, but, as I said, I don't want to bother him."
"I suppose… Thank you very much, please tell him that he's needed in the shoten."
"Of course."

She stood outside her apartment with a nice little smile, but it was only a front. Urahara could tell that she was waiting for them to leave. She seemed to care for Uryu in a grandmotherly way, like he was very important to her. They walked down the steps and continued up the road until he felt the ladies spiritual pressure go inside her apartment.

"There's probably another way in, a…"

The shop keeper walked around back to the apartment complex. Luckily, Uryu was on the first floor and…

"Right side window. Let's go."

They ran to the side and Tessi hoisted the smaller man through the open window. He pulled himself up and through after. The smell of alcohol was strong, stronger than he'd smelt in a long time. They kept walking and opened the first door across from the window. Bathroom. Closing the door they continued on their way. In front of them was a small living room next to that was a kitchen/dinning room. To their right was another door, he opened it. Bedroom.

The shopkeeper froze as his eyes landed on a figure laying still on a bed. The two ran up to him and Kisuke removed his headphones. Loud music erupted from them, but he didn't turn them off as he shook the boy. He could smell a overwhelming scent, bigger than the other liquor. Red wine. Looking next to the bed, he saw the broken bottle on the floor, red liquid spreading on the wooden floor. He checked for a pulse and was relieved when he found a small one.

"Tessi, we need to get him to the shoten. It looks like he has alcohol poisoning."
"Are you sure we can treat that? We should probably take him to a hospital, Kisuke."

The shop keeper quickly looked over the boy. Maybe it would be best to take him to the hospital, but what would Ryuken do? No, no… I'll tell him later, but for now…

"We need to get him to the shoten."

Tessi pushed Kisuke back outside through the window in the hall, then he handed Uryu to Kisuke through the window and lifted himself out. Using flash step, they returned to the shoten almost immediately. Jinta and Ururu were sweeping up outside until they noticed who was back.

"Uh, boss? Why do you have strawberries friend?"
"I'll explain later, just stay out here, we'll need privacy."

Kisuke and Tessi went inside and to the nearest healing room. Kisuke laid the boy down on the bed and Tessi began a healing spell that he thought might be affective against alcohol poisoning. Uryu was out cold and was probably going to stay like that for a while. Kisuke looked over the boy's appearance, but besides being a little paler than usual and his puffy eyes, the boy seemed unharmed. Then he took a closer look at his face and he could see tear stains on his cheeks which was weird.

Because Uryu Ishida does not cry.

"What's wrong, Kisuke?"
"I'm fine, just looking him over."

His eyes are puffy and there are tear stains running down his cheeks. He reeked of alcohol, to the point where if you got close enough to him you'll get drunk. He said he wouldn't be Hollow hunting today… Why didn't I ask why? No, it was unavoidable. Even if he asked, Uryu wouldn't have told him and they would be in this same situation, but still… Why didn't I pay more attention?

It was funny, really. The ever observant shop keeper, more attuned to this boy than anyone (or so he thought), not noticing something so noticable. Something so obvious.

Everything hurts… My legs, arms, head, but… oh God… my stomach… Uryu's eyes bursted open and he grabbed the garbage can that was so conveniently placed next to him. He puked up any lingering food from Wednesday and cringed at the familiar feeling of the vile substance. He froze when he heard Urahara begin to speak, depraved of his usual cheery voice.

"May I ask you some questions, Ishida-kun?"

He didn't respond he just tried to loose focus, to try to help his headache move along. But Urahara continued without an answer.

"How long have you been drinking?"

He was putting lightly. Asking, 'how long have you been a alcoholic', didn't seem appropriate. Uryu didn't answer, he just glared at the paper wall.

"Why are you drinking like this? And why today?"

Enough was enough. With the throbbing headache and stomach pains, Uryu was especially intolerant right now. He snapped back.

"Why is it any of your damn business?"
"Because you could have died."

There was no point of sugar coating it. Uryu didn't respond well when Urahara tried to dance around the subject. Even so, it took a lot for Urahara to drop his act to address such an important issue.

"So? Did you just take me here to laugh in my face? I drink, so what? All teenagers drink, it's expected of us. You don't know me, Urahara."

Urahara tried to take in the archers appearance, but he wasn't facing him, he was still facing the wall. Uryu was like Urahara, in a way. Instead of a overly cheery cover, the teen had a monotone one. As Urahara covered himself with a hat and fan, Uryu hid behind a pair of glasses. They both didn't like others to know what they were thinking and were nervous when someone broke their shields.

"You're correct, Ishida-kun. This incident proves that, but may I try? I think I can get close."

The shop-keeper knew he was pushing it, but he needed to break the barrier. To tell Uryu how much he liked him by telling him how much he knew about the boy. He began to talk when Uryu did not respond.

"First of all, I know some events, but not the exact dates. I know that you lost your grandfather to a hollow at a very young age, and your mother to a comma at an even younger age. I know that Ryuken
wasn't much of a father to you, so you ran away sometime after your grandfather's death. I know that you try to stay closed off to yourself and you hate the fact that Ichigo forced his way into your life, along with Rukia, Chad and Inoue-chan. You followed him into Soul Society because you wanted to return the favor of friendship. I know that you hate Mayuri Kurotsuchi so much that you sacrificed your powers to have a chance at killing him and that you now know that he is a coward among many other things. Once you lost your powers, you thought you had nothing left until your father offered you a chance to get your powers back. You wanted them so much, that you accepted his offer, even at the price of not associating with Soul Reapers. You found a loop hole and when Inoue-chan was taken to Huecco Mundo, you couldn't abandon her or your other friends so you went. I know that you are upset about Ichigo's loss of power, because it reminds you of yourself. I know that you aren't as strong as you show others."

The unspoken words that somehow floated in the room. I know that you are broken on the inside. Uryu's glare wiped around from the paper wall to the frowning shop-keeper. Uryu was glad that he hadn't noticed his missing glasses, because it was easier to look at someone's face when you couldn't see their expression. Urahara stood and opened the paper door.

"Tessi will bring you tea."