[Bleach] Tomorrow's Another Day - Uryuu + Ichigo
Title: Tomorrow’s Another Day
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Uryuu, Ichigo
Notes: Speed ficcing with
rozella_rising . Because, I believe in fair and equal opportunity for all~! =) Actually, I’m just becoming a speed fic whore, but that’s an issue for another day. Prompt was “gloomy Monday, roll on Tuesday!”
Ishida Uryuu was having the worst day imaginable. First, he had woken up and his hair, his neat, prim, carefully parted hair was being most uncooperative. He had ended up just wearing a hat. Second, it was a three day weekend so they finally had a Monday off and no one, not even Ichigo and his little posse had invited him anywhere. Not out to eat, not out to play with them (play in the loosest sense of the word, of course), and obviously not even to help save the day during that wretched Hollow attack that he had arrived late on the scene to.
And then Kurosaki had had the nerve to say, “Oi, Ishida, you look like hell.”
He really, really wanted to scream right about now. Possibly rant, but that wasn’t becoming of a proud Quincy. “Shut up, Kurosaki, tomorrow’s Tuesday. Quincys are at their best on Tuesdays. Now zip it or I’ll zip it for you.”
Kurosaki snorted and Uryuu was glad there was no further commenting. He quite probably would have shot an arrow through that thick skull of the other boy’s if he had so much as even opened his mouth. Yes, he was having a rather bad day, all in all. He just hoped tomorrow really would be better.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Uryuu, Ichigo
Notes: Speed ficcing with
rozella_rising . Because, I believe in fair and equal opportunity for all~! =) Actually, I’m just becoming a speed fic whore, but that’s an issue for another day. Prompt was “gloomy Monday, roll on Tuesday!”
Ishida Uryuu was having the worst day imaginable. First, he had woken up and his hair, his neat, prim, carefully parted hair was being most uncooperative. He had ended up just wearing a hat. Second, it was a three day weekend so they finally had a Monday off and no one, not even Ichigo and his little posse had invited him anywhere. Not out to eat, not out to play with them (play in the loosest sense of the word, of course), and obviously not even to help save the day during that wretched Hollow attack that he had arrived late on the scene to.
And then Kurosaki had had the nerve to say, “Oi, Ishida, you look like hell.”
He really, really wanted to scream right about now. Possibly rant, but that wasn’t becoming of a proud Quincy. “Shut up, Kurosaki, tomorrow’s Tuesday. Quincys are at their best on Tuesdays. Now zip it or I’ll zip it for you.”
Kurosaki snorted and Uryuu was glad there was no further commenting. He quite probably would have shot an arrow through that thick skull of the other boy’s if he had so much as even opened his mouth. Yes, he was having a rather bad day, all in all. He just hoped tomorrow really would be better.