Chapter 10 – Saviours

"Let her go," a voice said.
"Oh?" the biggest one, who looked like the leader walked towards me and grabbed my shirt.
"Let. Go." the voice said again.
I tried to fight the stinging in my eyes. The voice was too far to hear to recognise.

The guy leaned towards me, his nose skimming along my neck. He chuckled. "Mmmm, we hit the jackpot here boys."
I shivered at the touch. He was not the one that I wanted to touch me like that.
"Get away from me," I mumbled.
"She speaks! I thought you were the mute kind," he kissed my cheek.
I closed my eyes tight.
"Let her go!" I heard the voice louder.
"Uryuu?" I asked.
The guy let me go. "You know her?"
"Don't you know manners? A man never attacks a defenceless woman," Ishida replied.
"You're quite the smart-ass ain't cha? Boys, show this one some real manners."

"ISHIDA!" another voice called.
I looked around. Who was that?
"K-Kurosaki?" Ishida asked.
"Eh? There are more of you?" the guy asked.
"Need help?" Kurosaki asked. Ishida nodded, and they both punched a guy in the face. He went flying into a trash can.
I was surprised at Ishida's strength. Then I suddenly had a breakdown. I was this close to being raped. I was this close to being mentally…fucked up. I sank to the ground, tears running down my cheeks. I hid my face in my hands, thanking the heavens for Ishida watching over me, and Kurosaki being in the right time at the right place. The last one of the gang fell, and the only thing that you could hear was my sobbing. I was cold, the late reaction of my shock hitting me like a smack in the face. My skin burned where that man touched me. I realised I was shaking.

"Miyoko?" Ishida asked.
His voice was faint.
"Is she alright?" Kurosaki asked. I managed to muster up my voice.
"I'm…fine," I said.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner…" Ishida placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Its fine…By the way, you still haven't told me what Reiatsu is," I replied.
He laughed. "Sure."
I looked up to Kurosaki. "Thanks," I said.
"No worries." He smiled. "Wait, have I introduced myself?"
"Its Kurosaki Ichigo right?" I asked back.
"That's me."
"Kurosaki, she knows what I am, you might as well tell her as well," Ishida looked at him.
"Oh. Alright. I'm a substitute Shinigami," Ichigo said towards me.

"Shinigami? That means Death God. Are there are more kinds?" I asked, looking at Ishida.
"There are only two mainstream ones. Quincy and Shinigami. The Quincy are a dying race, and we're usually enemies," Ishida helped me up.
"The Shinigami are different to the Quincy. We have Zanpakutous, and they are the manifestation of our spiritual power," Ichigo finished.
So now I was getting a Spirit lesson. I laughed mentally.

"So, Quincy get their powers from around them, while Shinigami get their powers from within," I said, hoping I got it right.
They both nodded. "Except Quincy are human, while Shinigami are not," Ishida said.
"So why are the Quincy a dying race?"
I saw Ishida tense for a second, but he relaxed just as quickly. "Do you want to tell?" he asked Ichigo.
"I don't know as much, so it's better if you do." Ichigo replied.
"Aren't you going to go home?" Ishida asked.
"We'll call the police first and get these thugs into jail before they wake up."
"Have you got a phone?"

Ishida shook his head.
"I do," I said, taking it out of my bag. Ichigo took it and dialled a number.
"So, Uryuu," I tried making conversation.
"Using my first name now are we?" he asked.
I blushed. "Sorry,"
"Don't be. It sounds nice when it comes from your lips," he replied.
I looked away, then I decided to turn my whole body away from him, focusing on the brick wall of the alley. Stupid Ishida, saying things like that after he saves my life. Again.
Great, I owed him. Again.
My list was just going to get bigger and bigger.

"I told you so," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I told you not to go out. I'm just saying I told you so," he replied, pushing up his glasses.
"Fine, fine, you win. I'm sorry," I said.
"Say that again," he replied.
"Say what?" I asked.
"You're sorry." He walked towards me.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Because," he replied.

I noticed that Ichigo left, turning around the corner so he could talk to the police. We weren't talking that loud were we? Maybe he left because he knew something. I wondered what that was. Did Ishida tell him something about me? That would suck. But Ishida's mood now was…compassionate.
Loving, even.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with something I didn't know. The reflection of his glasses shone in the nearby streetlight, and I noticed there were natural highlights in his hair. It was like my dream all over again. The way he held my shoulders after the attack…

"Okay, they're coming now." Ichigo came around the corner, handing me back my phone.
"Well, I'm leaving. How about you Miyoko? You haven't been called yet have you?" asked Ishida.
I checked my phone. "They probably think I'm staying over."
"That seems like a good idea actually," he replied.
I saw Ichigo shake his head. "I gotta go, Rukia's waiting."
He walked away, going towards his house.
"Who's Rukia?" I asked.
"I'll explain later," Ishida replied.
"You always say that," I countered.

"Are you staying over?" he asked.
"I…what? Stop changing the subject!"

The police car arrived, and took away the thugs, giving me a can of pepper spray too. Ishida had to fill in a small report and I had to fill a victim report.
"Don't waste the spray," they said.
I laughed dryly. What silly advice. Although, it did seem a good idea to use it on Father…
"I won't," I replied.

They left, leaving me and Ishida alone in silence and in the dark. It was getting cold, and I was getting more uncomfortable. I inhaled the fresh air, waiting for him to say something. Then I decided it wasn't worth waiting for him and I started walking towards my house.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Home," I replied.
"Do you want me to walk you?" he asked.
"I thought you wanted me to stay over at your place," I replied.
"Well I can't take you against your will."
"Alright."

I reached the door to my house, the lights all gone except for one. It came from my father's study.
"Well, I'll see you later," I said, turning towards my door.
"Wait," he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back so I could face him.
He smiled, and looked at me with the same expression that I saw in the alley.
"Take care," he murmured, and he kissed my forehead softly.

My breath caught, and I felt blood rush to my cheeks.
"You…wanted me to say something didn't you?" I managed to ask
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I'm sorry."
He chuckled.

…And then vanished, using those Quincy techniques that he told me about.

I still felt like he wasn't telling me everything though…I managed to walk to my door, opening it slowly.
"I'm home," I said loud enough for Father to hear.
He came out of the study with a surprisingly happy look on his face.
"Good to see you back," he said "Get ready for bed. It's late."

I didn't know what to think. What, did he recently get laid? Wait, that was too wrong. Maybe he was high or something…Or maybe I was just overreacting, since Ishida just kissed my cheek. I walked up the stairs, going into my room. I dumped my bag, and fell onto the bed, smiling. I didn't care if I didn't put much into my/our assignment; all I wanted now was....

Ishida.