Warning: This (I hope) will finally be the chapter where I get around to having Uryuu as emo.
Disclaimer: -Look at the previous chapters for a humorous disclaimer.- I DON'T OWN BLEACH!! (I will soon though! Bwahaha!)
a/n This chapter will FINALLY explain the title!! Yay! My goal is to make a chapter that has Hanataro in it...I'm not sure why, it's my dream to have such a thing...And I believe you should follow your dreams, no matter how idiotic! (P") By the way, I would like to take the time out of all our busy schedules to thank:
x pink cloud x
for reviewing, and to say sorry to:
TheAngelOfLucifer
because, well--read the warning... ,-.-',
Here we go! On to chapter four!
--Chapter 4: Sewing Kit--
Uryuu ran off into the night, a feeling of dread nearly tangible around him.
"Why NOW, dammit! And of all people--why him?"
Out of breath from running, he slumped down, resting against the trunk of a massive tree. Glancing around, he found the cold park deserted. Carefully, as to not disturb the peaceful silence, he removed a small sewing kit from his uniform pocket. From it, he withdrew a small glinting blade. A faint smile played across his face, another sorrow silently added to his heart. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath, and sank the clean knife into his pale white skin. A low moan escaped his mouth, as he willed the blade deeper into his wrist. Opening his eyes, the sight of the red trickle of blood against the off-white coloration of himself made him drown in the euphoric feeling of light-headedness. Deeper and deeper he cut, losing himself. He had reached the point of not caring about himself, what happened to him, or how it hurt the people around him. There was only one thing he cared about, and that was far from his reach. As he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, he uttered one phrase: "...Ichigo..."
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As Ichigo ran in the direction he saw Uryuu head in, Rukia still passed out in his arms, it began to rain. It matted his orange hair against his face, trickling down his heated skin.
'Damn it Uryuu! Idiot...' He grumbled, deciding to put all the blame on the navy blue haired Quincy.
"When I get my hands on you!"
'Well...IF I get my hands on you...' he brooded, as only a pessimist can. Taking a shortcut through a bunch of trees, he found the object of his desires, lying alone, unconscious and bloody. Gasping, he dropped Rukia right were he stood and ran to Uryuu's side.
"Uryuu--? Uryuu!!" Kneeling down beside the other boy, he lifted Uryuu's arm. When he saw his wounds, he could do nothing but stare in disbelief.
'Who did this--?' He stopped, as he noticed the blade just inches from where Uryuu's hand laid.
Throwing his jacket over Uryuu's shoulders, he started to lift him. As he did, Rukia woke up with a start.
"What's going on?" Still drowsy, she stood up shaking in the cold rain. "Is that...Uryuu-kun?"
Ichigo turned around slowly, unable to look her in the eye after their kiss. "Yes...He was injured during the fight with the hollow...I'll take him home."
"Well, alright."
"...um..."
Frowning, they both realized they had no idea where he lived.
"We could take him to your family's clinic?" Rukia offered.
Ichigo nodded weakly, agreeing, and added, "Do we really have a choice?"
Walking exhaustedly in the direction of home, -Uryuu in his arms like he would carry a new bride- Ichigo silently began to process what had gone on between the two of them earlier.
He had always found something strange about the other boy...why, he could never really understand. What he did understand was that he couldn't let the situation go unfixed. The kiss he didn't mind...but the reaction...and what Uryuu did after he ran off might've.
"Ichigo? Is something the matter?" Rukia asked, turning to her more-than-troubled friend.
"No...I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." Ichigo turned to glare at her, but stopped as he saw the concerned look on her face. As his face softened, her mind eased just a little.
"I really am fine...But Ishida-kun..." At this, he turned away.
'Ishida-kun?' at this she raised an eyebrow, but let it slide as they went on.
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"What's going on?" Ichigo's father asked as his two youngest children began tending Uryuu's injuries.
"Ichigo's friend got hurt...And he needs us to help!" The youngest, Yuuzu said.
"What happened?" His father asked, turning to Ichigo. "He get into a fight?"
"No...he got mugged..." Ichigo said weakly, the absolute first thing that came to his mind. (That wasn't an obscenity meant for Uryuu)
"Mhm...All right. What's the patient's name?" His father turned, quickly losing interest in his son.
"Ishida Uryuu-kun." Karin answered, never looking up from what she was doing.
"His condition?"
"He's stable, but unconscious. He is suffering from significant blood loss, and it appears his wrists have been slashed. Also, he appears to have caught something from being exposed to the cold and rain." Karin continued.
"How many lacerations?"
"Four."
"Any patient history?"
"None that we know of. Maybe you can ask our useless older brother lying in the hallway." She concluded, and began hooking up a machine.
"Thank you." Their father said. Walking into the hall, he found his son lying in the fetal position, once again proven useless when it comes to the art of medical science.
"So...who is this kid? You know him from school?"
"...Yes..."
"Did he really get mugged?"
"..."
"Well?"
"At this point...I really don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing...Hey, listen. I'm gonna go upstairs and go to bed. If you need anything, please call me." At his son's sudden change in attitude, he began to grow suspicious.
"Well, alright. Good night."
"G'nigh--" and with that, his father drop-kicked him, leading them into a quick fist fight before returning to what they were supposed to be doing.
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-Several hours later-
Ichigo's pesky family had finished with Uryuu, and were letting him rest in one of the few beds they
had at the clinic. As soon as they had left, Ichigo snuck down to where Uryuu was, and he watched over him. Not really doing anything, as nothing was needed to be done. Uryuu always put him at peace...The gentle boy, always so calm. Even when he lost his temper, his eyes remained so cool...yet somehow...lifeless. Perhaps it was the time...maybe it was the fact that his first kiss had belonged to Uryuu...or perhaps it was watching the gentle rising and falling of Uryuu's chest that sent Ichigo into a calm and peaceful sleep.
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As Uryuu regained consciousness, he felt dizzy, like a weight was lying upon his chest. As he shifted to try and stand, he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist. Looking down, he found Ichigo resting his head on Uryuu's stomach, arms hugging his waist, fast asleep. After blushing in three different shades of red in about ten seconds, he looked around to see where he was. As Ichigo shifted in his sleep, his mouth opened, and he began to drool. Staring at the other boy's moist lips, the events of last night flashed back to him. The fight, the hollow, the kiss...At that he blushed bright crimson before forcing himself to remember the rest of the night. He remembered Ichigo's lips--'NO! Get OFF that SUBJECT!!' He ordered himself. 'What happened after that? Did Ichigo...carry me here?' he couldn't recall. So, tired and blushing mildly, he decided it was best to just go back to sleep.
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When he reawakened, he found Ichigo sitting upright in a chair beside Uryuu's bed.
"Good morning, sleepy-head." Ichigo said, a wild grin on his face.
"G'morning..." he replied, drowsy. Rubbing at his eyes, he watched intently as Ichigo spun his chair around backwards, so that he, as well as the back of the chair were facing Uryuu.
"So...Ishida-kun." Ichigo looked up at him, not moving his eyes off the other boy for even a second.
"Yes?" Uryuu looked up, cold eyes blazing with unexplainable emotion.
"Is it true you cut yourself?" Ichigo stared at him, eyes analyzing his every motion, leaving nothing unnoticed. As the other boy began to squirm uncomfortably, his gaze softened, his frown turned into a soft smile. "Fine. You can tell me whenever you feel you're ready...I can wait until then."
"...Thank you..." At this, Ichigo raised an eyebrow. Uryuu turned away, feeling hurt. Ichigo climbed up on to the bed, and sat on the edge. He reached out to Uryuu, lifted his chin so that he had no choice but to look Ichigo in the eyes.
"What for?" And with that, he leaned forward, and gently pressed his lips up against Uryuu's.
-Uryuu's POV-
I wasn't sure what to do. I just had my deepest secret -exposed?- and my crush just planted one on me, what could I do?! I wasn't sure, so I just went with it.
I felt myself blush, as I wrapped my arms around Ichigo's neck. I decided 'Aw, what the hell!' and forced his mouth open with my tongue. His eyes flashed open, and I pulled back, covering my mouth with my hands, trying to hide my shame.
-Ichigo's POV-
'Did he just...Kiss me back?!' My head was spinning, I couldn't believe it! I thought I was the luckiest man alive, to have Uryuu at my side just then. When he started tonguing me, I thought I would die! And if I had, I'd be perfectly okay with that! I had gotten to kiss him, and -hopefully- gotten my feelings for him across. But as soon as he pulled back, that feeling was gone. The look on his face was not one of happiness, as mine was, but shame and regret. I found myself wondering if my feelings became known, was this how everyone else might react? Disgusted?! I could feel my face growing hot, with embarrassment and anger. I wanted to punch something, and just as I was about to, Uryuu broke down in tears.
'Oh, great! I made him cry! I'm such an IDIOT!! IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!!' As I began pulling out my hair, I realized he was saying something.
"...hic I'm sorry." Uryuu said, hiccupping through his tears.
"What? No! It's MY fault, Uryuu-kun! I should've known you didn't do this sort of thing, I mean, after your first reaction, well, forgive me, I can be a total idiot sometimes, and I really wish you'd stop crying!" I said, all in one breath.
"Wh-what?" Uryuu looked up at me, giving me a strange look through his tears. I felt my face growing hot, but found myself unable to continue. All I could manage was a brief '...I'm sorry..."
"What? hic I'm the one who should be hic sorry. I hic ran hic away...Even when you went through all the trouble to carry hic me here, I still wasn't able to control myself..." Uryuu said, his blush evident behind his glasses.
"WHAAAT?!" I couldn't help but shout, dumbfounded. 'Is it possible...he...'
"Well-I, um..." Uryuu stammered, trying to avoid answering.
"What do you mean?! Answer me, PLEASE!! I...have to know." I began to turn away, but stopped when I thought I heard him say what I have dreamt of hearing come from his delicate lips for months.
"I...love you, Ichigo--" Uryuu didn't get a chance to finish before I had him pinned to the bed.
"Are you SERIOUS?!" I prayed to the gods that I had heard correctly, that this wasn't just a dream. His eyes widened, realizing how serious what he had just said was.
-Uryuu's POV-
What could I do? The boy I was in love with, had fantasized about, and had hated -until recently- had me pinned to the bed! My hands flung to hide the growing bulge in my pants, before I repeated.
"Y...Yes...Ichigo-kun, I love you."
As soon as I said that, his expression grew happy, but quickly darkened again.
"Then why?" he said, giving me a hurt and reproachful glance.
"Why...what?"
"Why did you run away?!" his eyes grew wet, and he blinked ferociously, trying to fight back...tears?
It took me a while before I found an answer. Looking him straight in the eye, I began to pour out my heart to him.
"I was afraid, Ichigo."
"Afraid? Afraid of WHAT?!" His eyes narrowed, his mouth drew into a line.
"Of being hurt." I said simply, rubbing at my eyes. His expression changed from one of anger and hurt, to one of confusion. After a brief moment, his dark eyes regained their usual mischievous glint.
"You think...that I would hurt...the one I love?" He gave me a small smile, before beginning to slide off the clinic bed. As he did, my arm involuntarily stretched out, and grasped his arm. I found my mouth moving of its own accord, not letting me have a say in what came out of it.
"Do you...mean it?"
"Mean what?" he winked, and walked out into the hall.
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a/n crappy ending, so sue me. (Please don't! I'm just an author! I can't afford to pay the price of having a big mouth!!) Don't tell anybody, but I have been so busy writing my Hanataro fics, (XD) that I actually had to go back a couple of chapters to know where I was on this one... ,-.-', T.T Until next time!
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