A/N:
I haven't got the slightest idea where I'm going with this..
Please review and tell me what you think so far.

Chapter 3.
Sake

"You're kidding me" Uryuu mourmed and tried his best to open the door, pulling, pushing, locking, unlocking. Nothing happened. He sighed went to the sink to wash his face and stared into the mirror. This is not happening..
"If we're gonna be locked in here together, why don't you sit down and have a drink with me.. I confiscated a small bottle of sake from Matsumoto before going in here." Ichigo offered. He was slightly intoxicated already and had sought inside to be alone, just for a little.
"Don't you have your cellphone with you?" Uryuu asked cooly while his mind screamed to get out of the small room.
"No I think I forgot it at your place" Ichigo lied. It was in his pocket and he had already attempted to call several of the people outside. Why did I say that? He wondered and took a sip of the sake bottle. Uryuu went to sit down across of him, leaning aginst the wall, arms crossed over his chest. After a while of thinking how he could possibly get out of there but not finding a solution besides breaking down the door, he decided to take the offer and try to drown his thoughts in sake.
"How many of you guys think I'm attrracted to the same sex?" He blurted out after they had exchanged between them the bottle a few times. Ichigo almost choked as he started to laugh.
"Uh, I think it's about 50/50.. Most of the girls because some of them have been trying to get your attention but gave up due to your lack of response.. Most of the guys don't because you have never made any efford to get theirs.. Keigo seems especially dissapointed." he said and lead the bottle to his lips again, preparing for the next question and the possible consequenses of it.
"Well.. Are you?"
Uryuu merely sighed and in his hazey mind, trying to decide how to respond. I most certainly have had enough to drink.
"I don't know. I mean, I don't think so.. No.. No I'm not.."
"What kind of an answer is that?" Ichigo smiled.
"A drunk one" Uryuu merely replied.
"Would you mind explaining it?"
He did not spend many seconds thinking about the reply and merely let it out.
"I had a girlfriend some years back.. Although she was very pretty and sweet, I was not nearly as interested as she was.. I was kissed by a friend on Valentines after the war but I had to dissapoint her, my heart wasn't in it.. I never spend much time thinking about love and sexuality. I still don't.. Figured it would come in time as I got older.." he said and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. He was getting quite tired.
Ichigo on the other hand was quite enjoying the friendly tone between them and tried to think of ways to keep the conversation going.
"Who kissed you?"
"Inoue Orihime" the raven haired sighed, still having his eyes closed. Ichigo was mildly shocked by the answer. He knew Orihime had sought comfort in Ishida's company after what she had seen Ichigo turn into. It was probably for the best anyway. My heart wasn't in it either. He thought. She has asked him why he had gone go Hueco Mundo to save her and he had answered it was because she was his friend.

*"Kurosaki-kun" her voice was timid and she was looking at the ground. It was snowing lightly.
"Hai, Inoue-san?" She had barely looked him in the eyes since they had come back a few months ago.
"I.. Uh.." He could barely see her face, but he knew it was slightly reddened. He knew what she wanted to say but he could not give her the response she was hoping for.
"I know, Inoue.. " he put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Then they parted ways and went home. *

After that day, Inoue Orihime had started to move on, no longer worshipping him or longing for his attention. She had moved on and become happy with Sado.
Ichigo looked up at the Quincey and noticed he was breathing heavier, eyes still closed. He was asleep.
He studied him for a while, the features of his face and the way he had poised himself. They were sitting exactly alike; back against the wall, one leg stretched, one leg bend with a hand resting on the knee. Their hands were mere inches apart.
He emptied the the rest of the sake in one big mouthfull, eyes not leaving the the other man.
I quite like your company He thought. Ishida Uryuu..
He eyes wandered to their hands. I should've probably not had the sake. He thought and lessened the space between them. Not really knowing why, he let hin fingers brush against the skin of the paler hand. The Quincey made no reaction.
Somehow, he founds his own fingers entwinding themselves with the others.
So soft skin.. This is nice.. He closed is eyes and leaned his head back, savouring the feeling of the touch.
"I hate you.. Kurosaki Ichigo.."
Ichigo's eyes shot open and he was prepared to feel pain. But nothing happened, the ravenhaired was still asleep. Thinking about it, the words had sounded almost soft and relaxed.
Even in your sleep he thought and withdrew his hand.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open and Rukia appeared, freezing immediatly, eyes widening.
"Ichigo...? Ishida? What are you guys doing in here?" she asked, standing in the doorway, keeping the door open. Uryuu's eyes fluttered open and he stumbled to his feet.
"Kuchiki-san!"
"The door wouldn't open.." Ichigo said flatly, getting up slowly, stratightening his clothes.
"I think it'd be a good idea not to close unless you have someone outside to open it for you.." he continued.
"Ah, hai.. Would you mind?"
Uryuu excused himself and decided to go say goodbye to Orihime and go home, leaving Ichigo to guard the door for Rukia.
He went straight to bed as son as he got home, too tired to even begin to process what had happened the last two days.

At the very moment he woke, nausea, dizzyness and a crushing headache overcame him.
I need some water he decided and sliglt disoriented, made his way to the little bathroom attached to his bedroom. He turned the cold tab but before he could lower his head to drink from it, fragments of the conversation lead in a room much like this made him instantly uneasy enough to upset his stomach resulting in a fast retreat to the toilet.
I'm an idiot he scolded and emptied his stomach. I shouldn't drink sake at all! Again. I hate you, Kurosaki Ichigo! And again.
His stomach being completely empty, the nausea subsiding and his body trembeling less, he stood up and reached for the still running water. He filled his stomach before stumbeling back to bed.
He had barely hid the pillow when the doorbell startled him. Who the hell comes around here this early on a sunday morning? He hissed in his mind and slowly made his way through the house.
Opening the door made his stomach curl yet again.
"Morning, Ishida!" The larger young man smirked at him. Is he mocking me?
"What do you want, Kurosaki?" He found the support of the doorframe to be very appreciated while scowling at his visitor.
"I told you, I forgot my cellphone here.. Would you mind if I went and got it? Oh and my clothes.."
"Sure, get in." Uryuu snapped and opened the door completely and let him walk by.
Ichigo went straight t the room he had slept in, looking at the small bed for a while. His cellphone was already lying in his pocket and he was not sure why he had come in the first place. I shouldn't have..
His clothes were lying on the floor in the big bathroom he had showered in and he regretted having been so careless and just left it there.
"I trust you will be leaving shortly." The Quincey was leaning against the doorframe looking more than uneasy and much paler than usual, scowel still in place.
He's hungover. Ichigo felt a knot in his stomach form. And he seems pissed.
"Hai.. Sorry to disturb you this early in "
"Just get out of here already." Uryuu hissed, feeling his stomach curl again. He did not want to hurl in front of the redhead, it really trickered his anger to see the other so unaffected.
Ichigo was completely taken aback and merely nodded and said he would leade himself out.
With in seconds after hearing the front door click, Uryuu was on the floor, clinging to the white porcelain stool.