All I want to say is thanks for all the love~! And I'm glad I'm able to make you people laugh! XD
Uryu's POV
It was an awkward morning for Ryuken and me. When I woke up, his arms were wrapping me in a tight embrace. It took ten minutes of me growling "Ryuken!" and "Ryuken, if you don't get off I'm going to pee on you!" for him to wake up and move. We ate breakfast, which was nothing more than Yuzu's left over riceballs because someone hasn't been grocery shopping yet, in living room silently. Ryuken barely ate anything. All he did was stare at the food. "Uh, Ryuken?" he jumped at the sound of my voice. "Oh.. What?" he mumbled. "Did something happen with you and Isshin last night?" His face saddened a bit, but he gave me a tiny smile. "It's nothing to worry about, Uryu." He stood up from his spot on the couch. "I'm going to get myself ready. Please don't wear something that makes me wish you were never born." I scowled. "If there's anything you wanna talk about, Ryuken, I'm always here and you know that." He chuckled as he made his way towards the stairs. "Aren't I supposed to be the father here?"
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I hopped in the passenger seat with an annoyed slouched. My father sighed, but got in the drivers' seat. "Are you still mad at me, Uryu?" he asked quietly. I didn't even bother to answer him. This bastard knows damn well that I'm pissed off. Ryuken ruffled my hair with a smile. "It's just this one time, Uryu. You can wear whatever you want on your first day." Why does he enjoy pissing me off? He forced me to wear baggy jeans and a too-large-for-anyone-without-muscles orange sweatshirt. I don't even like the color orange! "I had the perfect skirt to wear today, you asshole!" I muttered under my breath. "We're meeting the principal today, wearing a skirt wouldn't be manly, he argued. "Of all things why does this have to be orange, though?" I continued to whine. "Just be lucky I allowed you to wear those damn shoes!" he scolded, pointing down to my sparkly black shoes. "It's not the same though, you bastard!"
After I finished complaining, Ryuken started the car up and drove away from our house. "Be on your best behavior, Uryu." Ryuken grumbled. "I graduated from Karakura High and I won't have you tarnish my name." I scoffed at that. What "name" would Ryuken Ishida have to tarnish? I bet you all he was known for was getting the best scores on the exams or being thrown in a trash can the most times. "What are you going on about no-" "Fix your glasses, they're too far down!" he snapped. Groaning, I adjusted my glasses to please his majesty. "As I was saying; What reputation did you have?" I asked curiously. He smirked that smug ass smirk that I know all too well. "If must know, I had the top score in all my exams in all my years of high school," he boasted. See, I knew it! "Anything else, Ryuken?" My eyebrow arched when I saw a tiny blush on his face. "Nope, nothing else. I am known for nothing else." He said that all too quickly. That's really suspicious, but I'll let it go for now. Clearing his throat, Ryuken said aloud, "I wonder if some of my teachers are still there. It wouldn't surprise me, though. They love teaching at that school because nothing is ever boring." I hope his idea of "never boring" is same one that I'm thinking of.
We arrived at the enormous school building a few minutes later. Ryuken was going on and on about the great teachers and staff of the school. "Aren't we just meeting the principal today?" I groaned. He parked the car in a spot that was closest to the building. "The principal I knew has retired by now. He was old when I was in school." He hopped out the car and made his way towards the school. I could have sworn I saw a little pep in his step as he walked. Ryuken's excited about this...why? I'm the one going to school.
"Kurosaki Hime?!" a voice screeched when Ryuken and I stepped inside. My head turned around. Is Isshin here or something? I saw a round man with icy blue eyes and white hair waddle towards us. When the man called out that name again, Ryuken's eyes widened. "Kurosaki Hime! I knew it was you!" the man patted Ryuken's shoulder. I titled my head. Hime? "Uh, Ryuken?" I nudged him when he wouldn't say anything. "I think this guy is talking to you." Ryuken rested his hand on the round man's shoulder. "It's good to see you again, Hitsugaya-sensei." He answered to that name... WHAT THE HELL?! "Why did he call you 'Hime'?" I asked. Hitsugaya looked at me, then smiled brightly. "No way! This is your son? He looks just like you!" he gasped. I frowned at that. Why do people keep saying that? I look nothing like him. "I don't see it." Ryuken and I grumbled. "Well, I got to go and plan my lessons for tomorrow. It was nice seeing you, Hime." Hitsugaya waddled away quickly.
Ryuken and I walked down the hallway towards the office, but stopped at a trophy case. He covered his eyes and mumbled "This is not happening." I looked in the same direction and my jaw dropped. It was a gray picture of Ryuken and Isshin kissing! Isshin was wearing a rugby uniform. His hand was raised in the air happily. Ryuken's hand was entwined with his as he smiled into the kiss. The rugby team was surrounding them and cheering. "Whoa! That's hot," I say sarcastically, causing Ryuken to slap the back of my head. "Shut up and keep walking!" he scolded. The caption under the picture said "Karakura's Victory Against Hueco Mundo,39-15, Enjoyed By Karakura's Star Couple: Isshin Kurosaki and Ryuken 'Kurosaki Hime' Ishida".
"Kurosaki Hime! Wow, I never thought I'd see you again!" A tiny raven haired man gasped. Ryuken shook his head. "Hanataro, where's the principal of the-" "HANATARO! WHERE IS MY NEXT APPOINTMENT!" a loud booming voice made Ryuken and I jump. "What the hell?! I thought Yamamoto retired!" Ryuken shivered. Hanataro just kept a tiny smile on his face and didn't even flinch when the man yelled. "Yes, the Kyoutou said that he'll never retire from this school. He said he'd rather die than let someone else run this school," I was frightened out of my mind! This guy sounds like he could lead a hardcore brigade into a war! "That's sounds like something he'd say, but you'd think after fifty-seven years of being a principal he'd retire already." Ryuken sighed. Whoa, fifty-seven years? I'm guessing this guy doesn't really have a home life. "Yeah, it's crazy, right? Eighty-three years old and still going strong-" "HANATARO! MY APPOINTMENT!" the voice boomed again. "YES SIR!" the tiny man squeaked back. "Go ahead in, Ryuken and son."
Ryuken and I stepped into a tiny office to only find a scrawny looking old man with a white beard and moustache. He was holding a wooden cane insanely close to his person with a dark and evil scowl on his face. And I thought Ryuken was the onyl one capable of doing that! "KUROSAKI HIME?! I THOUGHT I'D GOTTEN RID OF YOU TWENTY SEVEN YEARS AGO!" Luckily, Ryuken covered my ears before his mouth moved. He cringed at the sound, but didn't complain. "It's good to see you too, Yamamoto-sensei." The old man grumbled under his breath and hit Ryuken on his head with the cane. Still, Ryuken didnt' say anything. "SIT DOWN, BOTH OF YOU!" I sat down in the chair nearest to the door, for when something... evil happened in here. Ryuken, however, sat closest to the old demon. The man arched his eyebrow me. "Who is this?" he asked, his voice had calmed down. "This is my son, Uryu Ishida. I told you over the phone that he'd be enrolling in this school." "Forgive me, Hime, but I thought you were fucking around." Yamamoto chuckled. Is it alright for an old principal to say words like that? I mean, my favorite teacher during my first year was fired for saying "to hell with you demons". "Why would I kid around about my own son's education? Las Noches put hm through hell and that's why I'm here." I saw the principal's eye twitch and covered my ears instantly. "Uryu, why don't you go and fill up these bottles of water for the secretaries of the office? The fountain's just right beside the trophy case. Just ask Hanataro for the bottles." Yamamoto ordered me. "What's wrong-"
"GO!" He didn't need to tell me twice!
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Ichigo's POV
Keigo and Renji were whining about being at school on a Sunday to me as we made our way through the front door of the building. They're acting as if I wanted to be here. "Guys, relax! We're getting in some extra practice before the game next week." I assured them. That comment only made them whine more. "Why must you wish for our deaths, Ichigo?" Renji groaned. "Yeah! Can we at least get some water?" Keigo added. I sighed. "We haven't even started practice yet! Why would in hell would you need some water?" It's only fifteen minutes of practice anyway! I don't understand why they're getting their panties in a bunch over it! "Fine we'll stop for a bit of water!" They cheered and ran towards the nearest fountain like little children. I still don't understand why I hang around guys like this.
The guys stopped midway to the fountain with their mouths wide open. "Keigo? Renji?" I called out to them. They wouldn't move. I looked past their shoulder and saw a boy in an orange sweat shirt filling up a water bottle. He wore a little pout on his face as he filled each tiny bottle up. A smile crept on my face when the water squirted up into his hair. "What in the hell does this guy think he's doing?" Renji whispered to us. Keigo growled in his throat. "I'm too thristy for this shit! Look at how many bottles he has left!" he pointed to the box at the boy's feet. "Let's go to another fountain. It's obivous that he's busy." I say, causing them to send death glares my way. "No way!" they shouted in unison. "The next fountain is all the way in the gym!" they marched towards the innocent boy. "Keigo, Renji, stop it!" Despite my yelling, they pushed him away from the fountain. His filled bottles spilled all over his clothing.
"What are you doing, idiot?" Keigo screamed. The boy just stared up at him, hate obvious in his eyes. What can I do here? How can I help him without coming off as cowardly? "Filling up water bottles for the principal. Do you know how long it took me to fill those?" he snapped back. Renji gripped the collar of his shirt. "Too long, punk. We're dying of thirst here!" Keigo picked up a half way filled water bottle and drunk the last of it. "That's no way near enough water for me!" he hissed, throwing the plastic at the poor victim. "GUYS!" I had enough of this. This guy hadn't done anything! I pushed them both away from him. "Go stand over there and I'll handle this!" Though they mumbled some childish protests, they did as I ordered.
I looked down at the drenched boy below me. His face was still holding that cute little pout. The way his eyes glared into mine sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't tell if they were out of fear... or something else. They were such a unique shade of blue that I couldn't help but feel captivated by them. "Are you alright?" I asked when I found my voice. The boy just huffed at me. "If your going to threaten me like those punk ass friends of yours, then do it! Otherwise get the hell out of my face!" he spat. His words were full of vinegar and hatred, yet I couldn't help but laugh at him. He must have took it the wrong way because he slapped me clean across my face. "You think it's funny for someone to be pushed around like that?" he stood up from his wet spot on the floor and fixed his glasses. "People like you disgust me." And with that, he walked away. I stared after him as he made his way to the principal's office.
"C'mon, Ichigo. That water's no good anyway." Renji pulled me away. Just who was that?
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Uryu's POV
"C'mon, Ichigo. That water's no good anyway."
the redheaded moron had said. I stopped right in my tracks. Ichigo? As in Ichigo Kurosaki? My body quickly turned around, but the three boys had gone away. Damn it! I didn't get a good look at him! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! "URYU!" a booming voice shocked me from my sulking. "WHERE'S THE DAMN WATER?" I looked at the mess on the ground and damn near fainted. Am I screwed or what?
Well... That's all for now! They finally met! Sort of... R&R!