Chapter 4: Papa don't preach

Finally, the electricity stopped ravaging his body, and left Uryu panting, crumpled into a heap on the floor. As he let his blurry eyes search for Ichigo, he made a startled sound to find Szayelaporro hovering above him. He couldn't see all that much without his glasses, but that vivid, pink hair was hard to miss. That, and that creep was hovering really close to him.

"Dear Quincy, be a good boy and do as I say." Szayelaporro said with a sultry voice while dipping down and running a hand through Uryu's raven-black hair. The Espada put his mouth close to his ear and whispered: "I'll make a wager with you, young Quincy. I'm betting you can't persuade Kurosaki Ichigo to fuck you right here and now." Uryu's eyes grew wide. "If you can, you'll get fucked by him. If you can't… I'll have my Fraccionés rape you instead. Not only these four, no, no, that would be over too quickly, but every willing Fraccioné present in my lab. One after the other. For as many times as they want." Uryu felt his heart freeze while his lower lip started to tremble. "After that, I'll use my Black Velvet mind control on your beloved Shinigami Substitute again and have him pound you until one of your organs gives." Uryu locked eyes with Ichigo and felt all the blood drain from his face. "Either way, you're getting laid. And possibly killed. Right now. The decision is yours."

Uryu gasped in horror as he knew for certain Szayelaporro was not bluffing. He stared at Ichigo in complete shock. What was he going to do now? His only option was to convince Ichigo to sleep with him. He didn't have a choice. But how? He couldn't even utter a single word. Ichigo was pissed at him, he was never going to comply. Fear crept up his spine as he realized he was in for it.

After that Espada had made the Substitute cut him open and willfully let him maim his body before removing his prostate, he'd lost most of his defiance. That man was mad. There was no telling what he would do next if they didn't follow up on his orders, only that he'd make it even worse.

How did that pink freak know of his feelings towards Ichigo? That was something only he knew of. It must've been during that interrogation, as he still couldn't remember what had happened there.

Suddenly, Szayelaporro slipped his fingers into his collar and started unbuttoning his short, white cape, instantly bringing Uryu back into reality.

"So," purred the Espada, while he turned the Quincy's face towards him with his other hand, "do we have a deal?"

Uryu closed his eyes for a moment on a quivering breath. He didn't have a choice, dammit! Slowly, he nodded to the Espada in understanding. Uryu rolled over to his side and tried to push himself in a sitting position while groaning. Accompanied by enthusiastic clapping of Szayelaporro.

Ichigo looked shocked. "You… Why are you complying with what he wants so easily, you idiot? Where is your Quincy pride?"

Uryu had already anticipated this and let out an exasperated sigh, before sadly averting his eyes. Ichigo didn't give him a lot of credit. They'd known each other for a while now, long enough for him to fall for the other boy, but the latter obviously thought he was easy to turn if given the right incentive.

Before the Quincy had the chance to do anything else, Ichigo crawled over to him and grabbed him by the collar, eliciting a surprised gasp from the other boy. All the while the Espada was still playing with the Quincy's hair, while flashing the remote for their collars in front of Ichigo from time to time as a warning.

Ichigo was still angry at him because of that voice message that the Espada had played back in their cell. It had been unmistakably his voice, but… he couldn't recall saying anything like that. That must've happened during his interrogation as well, after that creep had drugged him. But there was no time to dwell on all of that right now, because Uryu had learned the hard way the situation would become even worse if Szayelaporro got impatient again.

Uryu swallowed hard. He had to persuade an angry Ichigo into something he was not going to be willing to do. He could try seducing him, but he wasn't a Casanova. He'd never done this before… and that Espada wasn't helping, either, putting him under stress like this. Besides, he was sure that coming on to Ichigo was absolutely not going to work.

Anxiously, he tried making gestures to explain the situation to Ichigo. He couldn't talk, so all he managed were nervous gasps and short, throaty sounds. Sometimes Uryu's eyes went back over to Szayelaporro, who had removed the cape from his shoulders. As the Quincy felt him playing with the zipper on the back of his tunic, he angrily slapped his hands away, but the Espada didn't let up and just laughed tauntingly. Uryu's attention snapped back to Ichigo when the latter raised his voice.

"Have you lost your mind, Ishida? Stand up to this freak! You've fought 2 days against that poison, where's that attitude now? Didn't you tell me not to give in to his demands?" ichigo was furious and raised his fist. Uryu flinched, the torture Ichigo was made to inflict on him still fresh in mind, and tried protecting his head with his arms. That held Ichigo back. All the while the Espada laughed mockingly at their display.

"It doesn't matter what he promised you! Come on! You're not stupid enough to trust him, right? He'll torture us anyway!"

The pink-haired man laughed again. "Ah yes, but your girlfriend remembers it very well, the horrors I subjected him to." Szayelaporro said wearing a dark grin. "He knows he shouldn't take my demands lightly, as the reprimands will be severe. Are you up for that, Shinigami? Do you want to sacrifice him again for your own selfish desires? I'm sure I could do wonderful things to him."

Uryu made a distressed sound and shook his head. He was afraid, and it made him feel like a coward, but the prospect of what was going to happen if he couldn't convince Ichigo was just… too much.

"He knows about you, doesn't' he?" Ichigo asked angrily. Uryu blinked at him in confusion.

"He knows you're gay, right! You must have given him these perverted idea's somehow! Why else would he ask this of me? Aren't you gay people all obsessed with sex and screwing around? Or maybe you're just tired of being a virgin and decided this would be a good moment to get laid. But I'm not like that! I don't want this!" Syzelaporro was laughing amusedly, while Ichigo threw the Quincy a piercing glare.

For a long, painful moment, Uryu just looked at the other boy bearing a shocked expression on his face. Gaping open-mouthedly. Was that how Ichigo thought about gay people? About him? That they were all perverted sleep-arounds? Did Ichigo seriously think he gave Szayelaporro these idea's just because he liked boys?

As Szayelaporro started sliding his hands up and down his torso, the Quincy snapped out of it. He tried to say something again and shook his head, trying to convey that the Substitute's accusations were ungrounded. But… It was futile. Ichigo was all worked up and wasn't even trying to figure out what he tried to tell him.

Uryu grabbed Ichigo's hands into his own, making a desperate sound and looking at the Substitute with sorrowful eyes. 'Please, try to figure out what I'm saying', he thought. But Ichigo gave him an icy glare before he slapped him hard across the cheek.

"Don't you understand, Ishida? He wants me to do those sickening, perverted things. In front of these people. Because of what you are. I won't forgive you for this." His voice was cold and merciless.

Uryu took that like a blow and stared at him with eyes full of misery, taking wavering breaths. He looked over at Szayelaporro who laughed again and gave him a shrug. So smug he was going to win that outrageous bet of his. It made Uryu's chest tighten with dread.

Ichigo released the Quincy's collar and he sank back into a sitting position. However, Uryu didn't let up. The thought that Szayelaporro would use Ichigo again to hurt him and possibly kill him after being raped by all those Fraccionés, just filled him with terror. He grabbed one of Ichigo's wrists and made fast, panicked sounds while his lip still trembled. 'Ichigo, please realize…' He pointed towards the table before enclosing Ichigo's palm with both his hands and putting it on his chest. He didn't want to do something like this either, even if it was with the person he'd secretly been in love with. If it were to happen, it wasn't supposed to be like this, with a lunatic and his guards watching their every move, on a cold surgery table. Him with a cut out prostate, after surgery so fresh that complications would be inevitable. And then he wasn't even taking the pain into account. And finally, his most important concern: if Ichigo were to have sex with him, it had to be because they both wanted to, not because they were forced to do so.

"Let go of me, Ishida." Ichigo sneered in an icy tone. But Uryu couldn't afford to give up and grabbed hold of the Substitute's shoulder with his other hand. He did his very best to make his intentions clear. He knew he had to be coming across like an idiot, but what other options did he have? Ichigo just looked at him disdainfully and it was clear he didn't care what he tried to tell him. As Ichigo slapped him again, he let go. His hands trembling heavily with his heartbeat drumming in his ears.

"Oh, marvelous boys. You never cease to impress." Szayelaporro crooned and stood up again. "Now, are you both ready?"

"I won't do it!" Ichigo yelled. Eliciting a plaintive whimper from the Quincy whom looked at him with pleading eyes. He'd known from the start that it would be nearly impossible to get Ichigo to sleep with him, but… "What the hell, Ishida? I didn't know you'd wanted to get fucked by me so badly!"

As desperation closed around his throat at the way Ichigo was treating him, Uryu felt tears sting his eyes. Ichigo didn't even try to figure out what he tried telling him, he just took out his frustration on him. That stupid Espada had counted on him to fail, just like he had with his previous experiment. Ichigo had no intention of doing something like this, especially not with him. And how on earth would he have been able to tell him that he would be severely punished again if he couldn't even utter a single word. It had been hopeless from the start. And he was going to pay for that. Trying to keep his tears back, he averted his gaze.

"Have it your way, Kurosaki Ichigo, but your girlfriend won't like it." Szayelaporro gave a command to his guards whom swiftly stepped forward and pulled the Quincy upright by his limbs. Uryu struggled with them and made distressed sounds, but he was still weak from his brutal surgery. The 4 Fraccionés positioned themselves on each corner of the prepared table. One of them pushed Uryu's torso down, while the 2 at the back proceeded to haul his feet off the floor and thrusted him upwards so his whole body was laying down. Uryu made shrieking sounds of protest, but the Fraccionés continued, as per their orders.

Szayelaporro commanded for them to strip him and Uryu howled out of frustration and panic. He felt cold fingers dip underneath his tunic and fumble around the waistband of his slacks, opening the buttons and ruthlessly pulling them down. Meanwhile, the 2 guards in the front were shrugging him out of his tunic, while deftly confining the Quincy's wrists into 2 shackles aligned at shoulder height. He was left in only his boxers on the cold table, trapped and helpless.

Uryu screamed a soundless scream, arching upwards, testing his now bound wrists. His breathing became ragged and his eyes darted around between his attackers. All the while the Espada laughed.

Uryu felt his heart pound inside his chest as the pink freak was starting up some machinery next to him. He hadn't doubted that bastards intentions, but now that it had really come to this, his chest constricted from pure terror. He was going to be raped by these Arrancars. And then, Ichigo would become Szayelaporro's puppet again and would be forced to commit atrocities on him, too…


Uryu's eyes flew open. Panting and disorientated, his eyes scanned the room. It was dark. Everything was dark around him. His vision was blurry and he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. With a racing heart, his hands searched for his faithful specs and thankfully it didn't take very long to find them besides him. Quickly, he put them on as he tried to calm down. His fingers searched in the darkness, and he sighed in relief when he found a light switch.

He was in his appartement. His home. And he'd just woken up from one of the milder nightmares he'd been suffering from. He'd been so tired from his school day, he'd wanted to lay down for a little while and had taken to rest on his soft bed.

Everybody had ignored him at school today, even Orihime and Sado. Now that Ichigo had outed him, his peers were even more distant of him. And gossip was spreading fast.

That weird, inhuman brainiac is lusting after Kurosaki Ichigo.

Most people didn't know how to react in his presence and avoided him. Not that a lot of them used to talk to him before, but…

Peering through the window as he slowly sat up and wiped his brow with his sleeve, he realized he'd slept for a long time as it was already dark outside. He had not yet eaten dinner and his stomach was starting to protest. Sighing, he got onto his feet, still a bit wobbly because of the stress these nightmares induced. He went to wash his face in the bathroom before stepping towards his counter to quickly prepare something modest to eat.

He'd just finished rinsing the rice and put it in his cooker when his doorbell rang. That was odd. He usually didn't get any visitors, especially not after dinner time. He tried to scan his surroundings, as he had done a thousand times since losing his Quincy powers, but sighed disappointedly when it didn't work.

Opening the front door, he blinked in surprise to see his father, Ishida Ryuuken, standing on his doorstep, looking stern, as usual.

"W-what are you doing here?" He asked a little bewildered.

"Is that a way to greet your father?" Came the flat reply. They had never been on good terms and Uryu could already feel another argument coming up. As usual. His father only wanted to talk to him when he was displeased with something. This would not be an exception, he was sure of that. "So, are you going to let me in or do I have to push you aside?"

Uryu mumbled something before stepping out of the way. His father was busy with removing his shoes. Uryu turned around and said: "I'll make us some tea."

"Don't bother. I won't be long." Ryuuken countered while pushing up his glasses.

"I'll make some for myself, then." Uryu could already feel himself getting agitated by his father's behavior. As always. Okay, so his dinner would have to wait a little longer. That was, if he still had an appetite after the inevitable lecture that would follow. Sighing, he put on a kettle. He was really not in the mood for this.

"I take it your first days at school went well."

Uryu hummed affirmingly while reaching for his green, porcelain teapot. It wasn't even a question, the white-haired man just assumed as much. He was, of course, not going to share with his father anything that had happened in class.

"Alright, I'll get to the point, then." Ryuuken said while taking one of the two seats at his sons small kitchen table. "I've been wanting to have this conversation for a while now, ever since we rescued you from that insane Espada's lab. And I take it I've given you ample time to recover."

Uryu put a handful of tealeaves in his pot, and was waiting for the water to boil, which would take a little while. "Right." He answered flatly, still facing the counter. Ryuuken had not bothered to check on him once since that time. The reason he was here now was probably to reprimand him on how stupid he'd been to have been captured or something. He'd already expected a conversation like this would occur ever since Ichigo'd told him his father had been included in their rescue party.

"Uryu, it is beyond me how you managed to get captured by a nutjob like that pink haired Espada…" 'Here it comes', the Quincy thought, trying to steel himself somewhat for the rebuke. "But, what I've seen in that prison was just… too awful to even put into words."

"Seen?" Uryu quickly turned around towards his father, gripping the teapot between his fingers. "What do you mean 'seen'?"

"I'm talking about all that footage that Espada showed us, of course." Ryuuken deadpanned. "Surely, you must've been aware he was filming you and that Shinigami Substitute?"

Uryu felt his heart stop, while his pupils widened. Anxiety silenced him. "W-what?" He stammered, throat closing. No, Ryuuken didn't mean… Dear god, no… "W-what did he show you?"

"What didn't he show us, would be a more suitable question." Ryuuken pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and bore an ice cold gaze. "Do you have any idea how utterly you've embarrassed me in front of those Shinigami? How you've forever altered my image of you? All those filthy videos of your outrageously, scandalous behavior… you've shamed us Quincy yet again."

Uryu's knees were growing weaker by the second, and he just stood there, gaping. Completely stupefied by what he'd heard. It was a lecture alright, only not about the subject he'd been expecting.

"What… did you see?" He asked, barely a whisper.

His father threw him a deadly glare. "Video after video I saw you… copulating with that Shinigami Substitute. While you did absolutely nothing to stop him."

Uryu felt all the blood drain from his face and could only gasp in pure horror. His favorite teapot slipped from his grasp and fractured into pieces at his feet with a lot of noise, scattering tealeaves and china everywhere in the small kitchen. Uryu felt his heart pound and he swallowed hard. "Y-you s-saw that?" He stammered, completely shocked.

"Yes, I saw that, and so did those others! We all saw how you willingly let that Substitute fuck you, time after time. You just spread your legs, you didn't even fight him! It was so disgusting I could've died from shame!"

Uryu was listening to his father's judgement with wide-eyes, hands and lips trembling. Dumbstruck. His body completely frozen. His usual rebounds to his father's belittling attitude were stuck in his mind. He couldn't counter Ryuuken. He was barely able to form coherent words, while dread was pooling in his gut. "W-who else s-saw?"

"Who else? How on earth is that important? Isn't it shameful enough that I had to witness those foul acts? That I now know the lewd sounds you make during intercourse? That you've ridiculed me again in front of those Shinigami?"

The Quincy felt it go to his head. His blood pressure plummeted and he grasped the back of the nearest chair to keep him from sinking down. No! This couldn't be happening. "W-who else?" He repeated.

Ryuken narrowed his eyes. "That bastard Shinigami Substitute himself, of course! And that red-head Shinigami. They were with me when we took out that Espada."

Uryu felt like he had been zapped by Szayelaporro's collar again. His brain short-circuited, while his heart pounded so hard, he feared it was going to burst. On a quivering whimper, his knees surrendered and he sank down amidst the pile of broken porcelain, uncaring of where some of the shards made sharp contact with his body. He grasped his head and tried to keep himself together, or the humiliation would become even worse.

"N-no… " He stammered. "Gods, no…"

Ichigo had seen those clips! Ichigo knew! Ichigo had known all along.

Everything he'd tried to protect him from. All that pain he suffered through alone. All those sacrifices he'd made to shield the person he loved from the hard truth… It had all been for nothing. It had all been completely in vain. Was this the reason Ichigo wanted him to stay away from him? Because he'd witnessed just how badly 'Black Velvet' had made him turn? Those thoughts were enough to almost make the Quincy unravel completely right here and now, and turn into a whimpering pile of misery. Uryu threw his trembling hands in front of his face and tried to find the strength to not fall apart entirely in front of his father.

"One good thing came out of your shameful imprisonment, though. You lost your Quincy abilities." Uryu sucked in a wavering breath, as that remark hit him hard. Losing his Quincy powers had proven to be one of the hardest things he'd ever experienced. He wanted to retort but his father was on a killing spree it seemed. "Now you can finally no longer ridicule me as a Quincy, and bring shame to your Quincy lineage. Now you can finally focus on your studies and get those grades of yours up."

Still shielding his face in his trembling hands, Uryu heard Ryuuken tap his glasses back into place. "However, " the white haired man continued, " you can still make a fool out of yourself, and being your father, as such you can still ridicule me as the harlot you've now become. Or perhaps 'Shinigami whore' is a more fitting term in the vernacular of you young folks."

"S-shinigami… w-whore?" Uryu stammered, completely distraught. Bells were ringing inside his head. If his trauma of Ichigo's Vasto Lorde's assault triggered right now, he'd be doomed and wide open to Ryuuken's merciless mockery.

"Yes, Uryu, that's what someone like that is called. I know about the mind control that Espada had used on that Shinigami Substitute, and I saw how shocked he was to find out what that spell had made him do, but still… I am just completely revolted by your behavior. You did nothing! Even if he was ordered to mate with you, I didn't once see you put up a decent fight. You did absolutely nothing to-"

"Y-you're wrong…" Uryu was having a hard time getting himself together, especially after that remark how shocked Ichigo had been. The realization that his father had seen him getting raped by Ichigo, and was now blaming it on him, hurt so much. He should've known, but… he had never guessed his father would be included in their rescue party if Ichigo hadn't told him. "I-I tried… I wanted to s-survive…" He looked up into those disdainful, hateful eyes of Ryuuken and felt a bit of Quincy pride blossom up in his chest. He had to stand up to this man, like always! "Dammit! You weren't there!" Anger was good right now. He could try to channel that and stop the trauma from triggering any further. He shot Ryuuken a blazing glare. "I tried so hard in that place! You have no right to call me a… a…"

"Whore?" Ryuuken finished, unyielding and merciless as ever.

Uryu swallowed hard and shot his father down with burning eyes as he used the chair in front of him as a leverage to slowly stand back up. The porcelain shards had made several small cuts in his legs, but he didn't even feel them. It was nothing compared to the havoc his father had wrecked in his heart. "I was starving and dehydrated, and…"

"All pathetic excuses-"

"And tortured! They performed brutal surgery on me! I was weakened and-"

"Shut up!" His father sneered. "I know you are in love with that Shinigami Substitute, Uryu! That's the reason why you willingly let him take you like his whore! Because you wanted him to!"

That made the Quincy lose his train of thought completely and he felt his tongue become thick and lifeless in his mouth. Unable to speak. He gripped the back of the chair hard, as he felt his knees give again while so many emotions surged through his mind and body. For a long agonizing moment, he just stood there, completely taken aback, staring into his father's steeled, cutthroat eyes.

"Yes, I know about your infatuation with him, too! That was another feature film of that wacko Espada. Well, seeing how Kurosaki Ichigo was having intercourse with you all the time, I must admit, that came as a nice addition to the humiliation you were already wallowing in."

Uryu sucked in a wavering breath, lower lip trembling, completely stunned. His father even knew about that… This was a nightmare. It couldn't be real. Any minute now, he'd wake up, crying out, with cold sweat forming on his brow. He'd always known his father would have serious reservations about him being gay, to say the least. He couldn't as much as talk to the man, he was not susceptible to reason. So Uryu'd hidden that fact from him for the best. And now…

"I-I didn't want… for any of that… to happen…" He whispered and heard Ryuuken scoff in return.

Suddenly, the kettle on his stove made a shrill sound, indicating the water was boiling, startling Uryu who almost jumped, while piercing the heavy silence in the small apartment.

"On top of all the embarrassment you have already caused your family, of course, you had to be gay as well. And get fucked by a good-for-nothing Shinigami. If your poor mother were still alive-"

That made Uryu's anger flare enough to fuel his legs and keep him from sinking down again. "Don't you dare!" He sneered at Ryuuken. "Don't you dare mention her!"

"Hold your insolent tongue, boy!" His father countered, eyes ablaze. "Ever since your mother died, you've been nothing but a gigantic thorn in my side! A really nasty one, that always turns about and festers."

Uryu sucked in a sharp breath as those words cut him. He'd always known, but this was the first time he actually heard his father vocalize it. "Shut up…" He muttered.

"What was that?" Ryuken deadpanned.

"Shut up!" He yelled, clenching his fists hard. "It doesn't matter what I do, or how hard I try, I'll never be good enough for you!" His blood pressure was still acting up from the surge of emotions and Uryu quickly sat down on the chair he'd been holding onto. Pushing up his glasses as he faced downwards, trying to get his dizziness under control again.

The other man was silent for a moment, but then his face changed into a smirk and he answered: "Well, I think that's the first thing we actually both agree upon." His father stood up and went to the stove to retrieve that annoying kettle.

Uryu shot him down. "The only thing you ever taught me was not to rely on others! You've always wanted me to do everything by myself, with no one to turn to. Ever since grandfather died I had to bear all my sufferings alone. Do you have any idea how hard that was? Especially now, after our rescue! You couldn't even send me as much as a text to ask if I was still alive. Knowing fully well what I had been through!"

"What you'd been through?" Ryuuken mocked, while literally looking down on him. "Aren't you in loooove with that Shinigami Substitute? That Espada used a truth serum on you and you screamed out you wanted to get fucked by him, did you not? Then I don't see any reason to complain, as you got exactly what you asked for."

That stunned Uryu and for a moment he tried to put 1 and 1 together. Truth serum? He didn't remember any of that, but he did remember being drugged at the time. Everything after that was a blur. Was that why he couldn't recall most of his interrogation? Was that how Ichigo'd found out about his feelings towards him?

His father continued his rant, however. "I should have dealt with you a long time ago, but the thought that you could provide me an heir that would uphold our Quincy heritage held me back." That made Uryu's attention snap back to his father. "But now that I know for certain that you are homosexual and will never father any children, I've come to the conclusion that this charade of mutual hate has gone on long enough."

Uryu felt his anger flare again. Who did that bastard think he was? "Yes, I hate you, too! Live with it!"

Ryuuken stepped back towards the other end of the table, pushing his glasses back up. "This will be a pivoting point in our lives. Uryu, as of today, I am disowning you." He pronounced those words with so much venom, with such an undiluted look of despise that Uryu didn't even have to doubt if it were true. "In case you were wondering, it means you're no longer my son!"

That hit the Quincy hard. Even coming from his father's unusually blunt mouth, that was savage. Eyes equally gleaming with hate, he countered: "You have a parental obligation until I am of age, you asshole!"

"I don't care. I've supported you long enough and even the thought of being in the same room as trash like you is making me nauseous."

Uryu howled out of frustration and clenched his jaw. "You bastard!"

"It's your fault I truly am the last Quincy!" Ryuuken yelled at him. "It's your fault our lineage will stop here! Because you had to be a Shinigami whore! Because you can't even produce me heirs!"

White hot fury shot through Uryu and fueled his legs. He jumped up from his chair, uncaring of his blood pressure and the accompanying dizziness, and sneered with an ice cold voice: "If it's heirs you want, why didn't you make more children? Surely, they could not all be trash, like me?" That obviously got his father's attention as he watched him with renewed murderous intent. "You still have time. Why don't you impregnate some woman and-"

Suddenly, Ryuuken was right in front of him. He'd used Hirenkyaku. Before Uryu even knew what was happening, his father had hit him so hard he flew back against the counter. Groaning, he sank back down into the shards of porcelain, next to the chair that had followed his suite.

"How dare you, you impertinent, gay freak! I loved your mother! I'm not interested in a quick-fix like you! You cheap tramp!"

Uryu tried to clear his spinning vision, while cradling his searing, hot cheek, he looked up into the brazen eyes of his father, who was readjusting his fancy suit. "I love Ichigo as well! I'm not a whore! Nor a sleep-around! And I never asked for any of that to happen!" He tried to spat those words with equal venom as his father had, but it didn't change the fact that this was already the 2nd time he'd been called a sleep-around. Ichigo had suggested that as well. That had hurt him more than the blow he just took. Why was their opinion on gay people so low? They weren't all unfaithful perverts…

Ryuuken stepped back and started walking into the direction of the front door. He halted right before the step where he left his shoes and turned around. "As I've said, I no longer recognize you as my son. That means I will no longer pay for your apartment or your living expenses."

Uryu gasped in shock and stared in the relentlessly cold eyes of his father. When Ryuuken'd told him he'd disowned him before, he hadn't realized he would go this far. "What am I supposed to do? Paying my appartement is the only thing you have ever done for me!"

"Why don't you go live with boyfriend then, like a good little bitch." Ryuuken scoffed. "And if he won't have you, you can always try to fuck yourself into another's life. Unless you come crawling back to me, begging."

Uryu howled again. "Get out of my house!" He screamed.

"Gladly." Ryuuken said sarcastically, before quickly putting on his shoes. "Revel in your last moments in this dump, as it won't be your home for much longer." With one final disdainful look at his ex-son, he pulled the front door shut. His footsteps sounded leisurely as he walked away, uncaring of the havoc he'd wreaked inside.

Uryu let his head drop down, making his fringe curtain in front of his face. His body and hands were shivering from anger. The audacity of that man was just unbelievable. Judging him for everything he unwillingly went through. Even though he loved Ichigo, he had never wished for anything like that nightmare to happen. To either of them. He had tried so hard to survive in that dark, godforsaken place. Then why had it come to this?

Knowing his father, he wasn't bluffing. He really was going to stop sending him monthly allowances or pay his rent.

Uryu sighed and tried to calm down by regulating his breathing. But the turmoil he felt in his broken heart did not subside that easily.

His landlord would come to collect his rent in a few days, and having no means to pay him, he'd have to leave his small flat.

What was he going to do now… Could he turn to one of his friends for the time being?

Ryuuken had sneered he should try living with Ichigo… but seeing how the latter had acted in class last time, he was probably not going to be inclined to let him stay over for a while. Ichigo wanted him to keep his distance. Did he so desperately want to keep him away because he had witnessed the extent of the Black Velvet mind control? Was the Substitute afraid to hurt him like that again because he'd seen the torture he'd put him through? Uryu could now only assume Ichigo knew everything that he'd kept hidden inside his heart for all this time. He had never wanted for the other boy to find out.

He sighed and lowered his face into his hands. Like he hadn't enough on his mind already. Why did more shit keep on piling on top of his problems?

Furious and wounded, he slowly got up and hissed at the small gashes the shards of porcelain had made across his body. The rice in his cooker had long been ready, but as expected he'd lost his appetite and he didn't feel up to making the rest of his dinner anyway. With leaden shoes, he took out his dirt can and started cleaning the mess on his kitchen floor.