Okay I decided to go ahead and try to update this since I've already done all of my other stories. This will get more into the plot, hopefully. And I'm so sorry about the last chapter. The Markiplier video I used was his vid. Sorry I'm not sure what happened there. Plus my spelling and stuff was all over the place. I forgot to spellcheck. Anyway, on with the story.

"You point your toes in a little bit too."

"Like this?"

"Too far, just a little bit..."

Today was my first day of Wing Chun. The stance was kind of funny. You had to sit back a little bit, but not slouch. It was hard to get, but I could see why they did it. It was sturdy as hell. One of the masters, Isshin, pushed all his weight and some extra muscle power, and I was still fine. Didn't move at all.

"Okay, do you think you have it?" Yoruichi asked me.

I nodded.

She smiled and turned away, going to the front of the room to direct everyone. "Alright everyone, listen up."

Everyone stopped their movements and looked at Yoruichi.

"Today we're learning something new. For everyone." She glanced at me. "This move is for when someone approaches you from behind..."

She went into detail describing how to hear the person and fend them off if they attack. She demonstrated it as well, using Urahara, or she called "Kissy", as the attacker. I listened and watched everything she said and did, and despite that, I still struggled to do it. Urahara paired up with me to help me further.

"Sit back more, you're unbalanced and could be pushed down." He demonstrated and I copied him, mirroring his stance. "Good. Now put your arm out at this angle..."

After a while, everything made sense. It all clicked together and the movements took place in my self defense knowledge.

I smiled when we went through the entire series of moves perfectly and fluidly. Yoruichi smiled at us, who'd been watching for the past couple minutes, and said, "Good job! You're learning very fast, Uryu-san."

I smiled back at her. "Thank you."

She nodded and walked back up to the front of the room. "Good job everyone! I think we all got it. Anyway," She glanced at her watch, "It's 'bout that time. Let's stretch."

After stretching, the others around me began to say that weird string of words they'd said when I first came here.

"Have a good day!" Yoruichi chirped when they finished. Everyone left their places on the large foam mats and grabbed their bags by the chairs. I sat down for a second on the big blue mats, not having anywhere to go after this. I thought of everything I had just learned, the stance, the moves, the fluidity...

I was lost in thought and concentration until Yoruichi walked up to my place on the mat and touched my shoulder.

"Whatcha doin?" She asked, her bangs falling in front of her face as she leaned down.

I shook my head. "Just thinking." I stood up to grab my jacket and Yoruichi giggled behind me.

"You think too much."

I sighed. "I know."

"Have a good night Ishida!" Isshin yelled from behind me, who was shoving some of the props we'd used today in a closet in the back of the room. He turned back to his work after acknowledging me and let out a grunt, pushing them, but with no avail.

"Hey, idiot. They're not gonna fit." Yoruichi yelled at him.

Isshin ignored him and continued to push the wooden poles.

"You're about to break them."

Isshin looked at me, tilting his head.

Shit, did I say that?

"G-gomen. I didn't mean..."

"Yeah, he's right, you're going to break them. So unless you want to replace them, I'd highly suggest you stop." Urahara said nonchalantly.

A blush crept across my face. "I-I have to go. I'll see you next week." I bid them all farewell and exited the studio.

The cool autumn air hit my face, nearly erasing the blush that had formed upon it. Leaves swirled around me, the wind picking them up and throwing them unwillingly towards other pedestrians walking the streets. The warms colours the trees emitted were deceitful, trying to remind everyone of the warm summer nights, the campfires and bright sunny days. It's intimidatingly frustrating.

I didn't have anything to do, so I just started walking. I walked down the streets, observing the hustling figures around me. It made me think. Every single person around me has their own personal problems, perhaps as abominable as my own, and worse. They all had something going on in their lives, for the reasons they were bustling around me mindlessly. Everybody has their own life, with their own opinions on things. I thought a lot of my own problems, and how things turned out for me, and how they could have turned out,then I realized, there could be another person out there with a nearly identical problem to mine, and there are even more people with problems in that category and...

My thoughts went on and on until I realized I had sat down on a bench. I didn't remember sitting down, but I didn't get back up.

I watched as people walked past, not giving me so much as a glance. I didn't deserve a glance, so that made sense. But the reason the were doing that was probably because they had better things to do than look at a depressed teenager.

I pulled out my new IPod. Orihime had gotten me a new one after my apparent dilemma. It was just a plain black colour, which Orihime repeatedly apologized for, but I denied it, saying that it was fine. I plugged in my headphones into the headphone jack, and put them in my ears. I put it on shuffle, having taken the dreadful song before off of it. "Flight" by Tristan and Braken began to play. It wasn't my usual heavy metal predilection, but it suited me well with my bass-loving side of music. The electronic music pumped into my ears, calming me in ways human beings will never achieve by themselves.

I pulled my dark coloured beanie over my head more snugly, trying to keep warmth in my ears. It wasn't quite cold enough to become "dragons", as my younger self would say, but it was still chilly enough to pull the coats out of the closet.

I spotted a small coffee shop down the street, and decided to go there, since I didn't feel like sitting in the cold for hours.

It was a good looking shop with shades of browns and reds and black mixed together to give a nice feel. I advanced to the front counter, ordering a frappuccino, with no chocolate on top. It's what Shiro always got, and he would share it with me, and lick the whipping cream off my face...

I pushed those thoughts away, thinking of different things and subsided any thoughts of Shiro.

I turned my focus back to my IPod, which songs had changed. The sound of sticcato violin notes filled my ears, followed by other electric noises. I recognized the song as "Ghosts 'n' Stuff" by deadmau5, the Nero Remix. Chad had downloaded a bunch of EDM songs onto my IPod because he figured I'd be interested in it, plus he probably wanted me to stop listening to so much heavy metal.

Someone at the front counter suddenly yelled out, "Frap for Ishida!"

I got up from my seat at a booth and went up to the front counter to pay. While I was pulling out some cash, the lady who'd taken my order, as well as tell me my order was ready, said, "So what are you doing on a fine day like this?"

I looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Just came back from a class."

She put her elbows on the counter. "Oh? What sort of class?" She asked, obviously searching for some sort of conversation.

"W-Wing Chun," I said quietly.

She smiled, clueless. "What's that?"

"A martial art. If you'll excuse me, I have to be somewhere," I said, not wanting to be here anymore.

"O-oh. My apologizes. Have a nice day sir!" She chipped.

I nodded at her, grabbing my coffee mug and exiting the coffee shop. I didn't blame her for trying to strike some sort of conversation. Working can be boring. Shiro used to text me, asking me to come to his workplace, an small old shop tucked safely in a corner of the town. He would smile as I walked in the door and wrap his arms around me and kiss me when the other employee wasn't looking...

I ripped myself from my thoughts before I could get carried away. I didn't want to think of Shiro right now.

"Bass Head" by Bassnectar began to play, taking him off my mind.

I go by this: I use music when words fail me.

God this took me forever to write, I'm sorry. Finally got it though! Okay, so just want to make this clear: I do not own a damn thing, so these songs do not belong to me, nor Bleach. Managed to get over a thousand words on this too! Wanna thank everyone who has favourited, followed, or reviewed on this, or any of my other stories! I appreciate it so much. Oh, and the songs included in this chapter are REALLY good, go check them out! Anyway, happiness!

~mmbazb