It's a childish fear that fills Uryuu to the brim, causing his already stiff muscles and aching bones to shiver and quake with a fear befitting the man standing somewhere within the vicinity of the dim, quiet room. He wants to shout, maybe even throw a tantrum until the older Quincy leaves his apartment, maybe even his life in general, forever. Something is holding him down, however, and it isn't allowing Uryuu to move or speak, not even take a full breath of air. He can feel those hawk eyes studying him, looking at him with a ferocity of a hunter watching it's prey.
"You," Ryuuken begins, and, instead of the usual snide comment or soul-bashing insult, sighs with enough sadness to match a boy whose dog had just passed on. "Uryuu, what did they do to you?" Ryuuken paces closer to the bed, his presence still heavy in the room, energy whirling and throbbing in a dangerous whirl of bitterness, fury and sadness. Uryuu could hardly breath with the heavy energy dampening the already hard-to-breath air. "Who did this to you..." Ryuuken murmured, the remnants of plenty sleepless nights on his features.
Then there is a quick darkening of his senses, like a thin blanket thrown over his face, fading and shrouding but not completely dark.
"You won't remember what I've done. And soon enough you will become just another tool of mine, an instrument of death for even the Gods of Death, Ne, Quincy? You've always hated Shinigami, you want them all dead? I am giving you your wish!" A harsh, brusque cackle echoes in the cave-like experiment room. "And perhaps the Sotaichou will command his minions for your head? Oh, I would surely enjoy that." A cold hand grabs the Quincy's chin, forcing hazy sapphire eyes to stare straight into the painted face and sadistic golden eyes.
The image reminds him of a demon from a child's book. Only it isn't, this is worse, far worse than any demon and the idea that, yes, this IS happening, bodes worse than anything.
"Best of all," the Demon continues, raising a scalpel to the Quincy's face and pressing down, dragging the silver utencil with clinically precise flicks and strokes" Even if you survive what I'm doing to you now, your soul will still fall into my clutches. Pray, pray you never die. Beg the Captain-Commander never sends for you. Because then? Then you will Never escape my clutches, Quincy!"
Ryuuken was, by then, seated at the edge of the bed containing his son. He paused in his musings, his ramblings, and focused on the Quincy who's health seemed worse by the second.
"Uryuu, there was a reason I didn't want you to go..." Ryuuken leans forward to see his son's pained expression and feels a pang in his chest. "Your powers weren't mature when you first lost them, and when I returned your powers they weren't yet stable-"
-The door rattles and slowly creeps open, revealing a head of orange hair followed by a large man, and finally a hat and clogged man. Urahara turned towards the bedroom, his face hidden by the ha perched over his head, casting a shadow over his features. His lips threatened to quirk up into one of his infamous all-knowing grins but was halted by the thrumming energy that rose and fell at ease.
"Ryuuken-san, you shouldn't have to leave on our account." Urahara spoke up, making his way towards the bed. Ichigo sighs as Urahara removes the heavy blanket from the Quincy's form and inspects the boy's face, his arms and then finally pauses, inhaling slowly from his nose.
"Checking his spirit?" Ichigo thinks to himself, trying to feel the energies in the room. Instead, Ichigo's brown irises stare down Urahara's stern posture, his cold demeanor and the even icier thudding energy that is pulsing from his entire being.
"Tessai-san"
"Hai, Urahara-dono."
"Quickly seal Ishida-san's energy, put a restraint on his spirit and a seal to prevent any reishi in the air from contacting his physical body. I want bakudo restraints on his body, mind and soul. Can I trust you with this?" Urahara spoke in a rushed whisper, almost unheard by Ichigo. Tessai gave a curt nod and gently told the two to step back as he raised his hands over the bed, standing at the foot of the matress.
"Eyes that look but do not see, arms that grab but do not touch; the mind that dwells within our hearts and hearts that beat for none! Bakudo number sixty-three: Zenrei Kouryuu!" Plasma like chains ran through the ruffled sheets and wrapped around Uryuu's body, curling through his limbs and locking into place with silver sparks. Ichigo watched, mentally detached as Tessai continued to mutter and wave his arms, fluctuate his spirit energy. Instead, Ichigo's attention was on the Quincy on the bed. It pained him to no end to watch Uryuu's body twist and convulse as another wave of Bakudo flushed through his body and soul.
"So what did you see, Urahara-san?" Ichigo finally asked, slowly turning his eyes to the silent sentinel of a shopkeeper.
"It's awfully bad, Kurosaki-san." Urahara says mysteriously, head bowed and eyes downcast. "There seems to be no physical damage, but his soul is battered. The Chain of Fate that is severed from the soul to the body on most spirits begins to erode itself upon being cut away fro the body. As you recall that process may also lead to hollowfication."Urahara evaluated, pausing to make sure Ichigo followed his train of thought.
"Okay, I've seen that before." Ichigo nods, remembering oh too well how he managed to become a Shinigami after Rukia gave him power. "Please, continue." Ichigo urged, feeling a sense of dread and anxiety flush through him.
"Upon inspection of our dear Ishida-san here, I'm, to be frank, startled." Ichigo gulped. Urahara: startled? That in itself was unnerving. "I inspected his spirit waves and they seemed off, however I am unfamiliar with Quincy thus this can only be my own assumption. What startled me was that..." Urahara paused.
"Dammit Urahara-san! Just tell me already!" Ichigo snapped at last.
"His soul...it has no longer has a chain of fate." Urahara clarified, glaring dauntingly at Ichigo. "His spirit no longer has connection to his physical body, and he is in danger of becoming hollow at any due moment."