I put the two boys alone together in the classroom to work out their shit. XD Unfortunately it does not go that well for Ichigo . tears at hair

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Ishida was feeling uneasy. He couldn't pick up even the slightest trace of Ichigo's reiatsu. Although he did not leak out as much as he did before, Ichigo's reiatsu was normally fairly easy to detect, and frankly, its absence was something he was slightly unused to.

"Either he's left town, or he's finally learned to control it." He thought, barely repressing a snort. But something in his gut told him it was the latter.

Entering the classroom cautiously despite himself, he found it empty, setting his mind at ease. He pulled out a book to read and proceeded to the door, only to find that he was already cornered.

"Damn." He cursed.

Kurosaki Ichigo was standing at the door. Although his most others would have quailed under the glare he was hooting at Ishida, his fury and determination did not completely mask his obvious confusion. Although Ishida had known that a confrontation was inevitable, he had not expected it to come so soon. For the first time, he did not have a plan. And before he could even try to come up with one, Ichigo broke in.

"What the hell are you up to, Ishida?" he said, his voice conveying a thousand different emotions at once.

"What do you mean?" Ishida replied, keeping his tone nonchalant and cold.

Unable to control his anger, he grabbed the front of Ishida's shirt and slammed him against the wall. "Don't mess with me! First you stop talking to us, and now you start avoiding us altogether. What the hell do you think you're playing at!?" Ichigo shouted, his voice echoing around the empty classroom.

Ishida made to movements to try to escape his grip, but merely stared back at him; his face cold and his expression unreadable.

Faced with this, Ichigo raised his fist and brought it crashing down on the side of Ishida's head. The blow temporarily stunned Ishida and sent his glasses flying across the room. When he opened his eyes, white spots burst in front of his eyes. When he recovered, he realized that Ichigo was still retaining his death grip on the front of his shirt.

"You should see your face, Kurosaki."

He made to pull away, but with Ichigo retaining a tight grip on his uniform, he found that that was not possible.

"Let go." He said.

Ichigo remained motionless. Unable to take it any longer, he swung his own fist upward and felt a sense of satisfaction as it connected with Ichigo's jaw with a thud. As Ichigo's grip loosened, Ishida pushed his aside roughly and started shifting around looking for his glasses.

Sitting on the ground rubbing his jaw, Ichigo was a little surprised. Who knew Ishida had it in him? But he was running out of time. Ten minutes and all he got from Ishida was a bruise on his jaw. Then, an idea struck him.. He bent down and gingerly picked up the frameless, square rimmed glasses. Spinning them in front of almost mockingly, he waited for his reaction.

At first, Ishida didn't notice his glasses in Ichigo's hands, but when a familiar glint caught his eye, he turned and saw them vaguely in the other's boy's hands.

Taking a swipe at them, he missed completely, and felt an angry flush creep up his neck as he heard the other boy snicker.

"Give them back." He said, he said barely repressing his anger.

"Not until you let me know what's going on."

Although he couldn't see his face, from the tone of his voice, Ishida could tell that Ichigo was determined. He knew there was no point in trying to get out of it, and frankly, it was already getting tiresome.

"First give me back my glasses…"

He told Ichigo about the deal with his father, and explained to him the circumstances of his position.

"To hell with your father then!" Ichigo had shouted after he had barely concluded his sentence.

Ishida gave a grimace, but continued to explain it to him.

"Now that you are an ally of soul society once more, the situation has changed."

"But-"

"Things are different now. I have already broken my word once, by still fighting along side you. When Kuchiki-san and Abarai-kun joined us in Hueco Mundo, I could have left then and there but I didn't."

He stood up.

"But, all that is irrelevant now. Now that our objective has been met, I need nothing more to do with you, Shinigami."

Shinigami. He was surprised how that one word from Ishida mouth could hurt that much. Unable to control himself, he tackled the Quincy again. Pinning him against the whiteboard, he shouted at Ishida.

"That's not a good enough reason to avoid everyone!"

"On the contrary, it seems like sufficient reason to me." He said, his eyes diverted away from Ichigo's; and is face frustratingly calm.

He tightened his grip on Ishida, trying to see if he could knock some sense back into that thick head of his. Did everything they went through in Hueco Mundo mean nothing to him? Wasn't he the one who told him to trust them? And now, he was saying that everything meant nothing to him?

This couldn't be happening it couldn't be real…

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Egged into added the last line for dramatic purposes -.- my brain… it's melting… ack, more plot twist… I'm gonna kill myself thinking how to get outta this 1… zzz….. If u wanna see the shonen-ai hints in here see them… otherwise I treat it as it is… YOU CAN'T KILL ME FOR THAT BALLEAN!!