In episode 160 it explains the death of Rukia Kuchiki, but I will try to incorporate in this chapter. Here's macadamia-nut(my favorite)cookies for all those that have reviewed! Thank-you for catching my spelling error ArrowSphere! I do not own Bleach or its characters.
Chapter 2
"You have not talent,"Ryūken Ishida uttered coldly to the crying child lying on the ground before him. Blood flowed down from Uryuu's trembling knees. Three days after the brutal demise of his grandfather, Soken Ishida, seven-year old Uryuu Ishida had been plagued with a slow and murderous hatred towards his failure to protect his Sensei and the hollows that caused his death. It became too much to bear and when midnight desended on the Ishida household the bespectacled boy crept quietly into his father's room. His heart thudded rapidly as he carefully lifted the gleaming silver Quincy cross from his father's bedside. Swiftly Uryuu exited the bedroom completely unaware of the single eye that stared at his retreating form. With a cat-like grace he descended the stairs and ran into the dreary night. The fresh pricks of falling rain heightened the child's senses as he lifted the cross above his head. "By the Pride of a Quincy, I will avenge my Grandfather!" screamed the distraught Quincy child. The cross blazed white in his shaking hand and suddenly he was surrounded by hollows…
Szayel watched the slumbering Quincy in his clear plastic capsule in Szayel's demented laboratory with fascination and a terrible hunger. "This is wonderful." The cruel scientist purred as he peered into Uryuu's dreams by the use of fiendish electrodes attached to the boy's temples which was connected to a large screen showing Uryuu's private nightmare for the world to see. Soon you will truly be mine," Aporro thought as he eagerly waited for his subject's wounds to heal. He needed a live and healthy specimen before he could carry out more physical and elaborate experiments upon him. It was purely by chance that he had stumbled across the body of Rukia Kuchiki after her defying duel against espada number nine, Aaroniero. Until then, Szayel could only observe and analyze the Quincy's mind and memories to gain knowledge of the subject's weak points and to exploit them fully to his advantage. Settling back down, Szayel continued to watch…
The leering skull faces of the hollows surrounded the tiny seven-year old in the abandoned park of Karakura town, their lustful cries piercing the night. "How delicious," one sighed, red tipped spikes prodding from one hollow's gruesome face. "He is a banquet of spiritual energy," hissed another, a raptor- like head with a mighty crack running down it's face. Uryuu called upon all the power he could in his slender frame to summon the silver bow, but the raptor swooped down and violently slashed at Uryuu.
"How pathetic." Szayel sneered cruelly.
The child shrieked in agony and blood poured from his knees as he collapsed. "I will end you!" Taking careful aim, Uryuu released the singled Quincy arrow from his father's stolen bow. The raptor screamed and black blood gushed from its side. "You should have finished me off when you had the chance, Quincy!" The word was spat like a vile curse, as the wounded hollow lunged once more, letting out its chilling blood lust cry. The bow vanished from Uryuu's hands and he watched death bearing swiftly towards him his silver glasses reflecting the hollow's gaping maw. Suddenly, a brilliant flash lit the clearing with the same intensity as lightening. When the flash vanished the raptor-hollow was gone with only the scorched blackened ground to prove its existence. The other hollows let out enraged roars as a tall man with shimmering glasses and in pure white apparel walked calmly in their mist. With clean and ruthless efficiency, he dispatched the five remaining hollows one by one by tossing dull metal tubes for each. "Sacred Bite," Ryūken uttered quietly. Once more the flashes lit the clearing, indicating the hollows demise. Uryuu watched his father with awe, but Ryūken suddenly ripped the Quincy cross from his son's shaking hands with such ferocity that Uryuu pushed himself backwards along the ground to escape his father's wrath. The child's large blue eyes widened at the sheer look of utter disgust Ryūken had bestowed upon him. Tears began to roll silently down the child's cheeks as the father said, "You have no talent…"
"How right he is my precious Quincy. How right he is." Uryuu moaned softly in his chemically induced sleep, but made no response to Aporro's hurtful taunts. The plastic capsule suddenly glowed to an eerie green and Szayel smiled widely. At last I can finally work upon you and I will enjoy every bit of your pain...