Title: New
A/N: Yes, yes, short, I know. There wasn't a whole lot of need to drag this out, though, and there's a good chance the next chapter will be much longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
It's an odd feeling, but not one Uryuu can say he dislikes. Grandfather tells him that's normal, just like being sore and achy and just a little cut and bruised. Well, if you call having the skin taken clean off three of the fingers on your right hand a bit cut up. Oh well; it doesn't really hurt all that much.
With his young age this may be an immature presumption, but it feels like his life heretofore has been leading up to this.
On second thought, it sounds kind of grandiose even to Uryuu's young ears, but there's nothing else he can use. Nothing else seems at all appropriate.
It's something new. A new landscape, a new feeling that takes the place of helplessness and impotent fear when Uryuu realizes that even if he has a long way to go, even if he's only taken the first step and there are a thousand stairs in front of him, it's a start. He's not entirely helpless anymore.
Connected to the earth and the air as he never has been before, having his ears open to the world, Uryuu never wants to go back to the way he was before. He wouldn't return to helplessness now, not for happiness, not for security, all the riches in the world.
It will be hard, so, so hard, but worth it.