Forever and a Day
Title: Forever and a Day - Chapter One
Rating: PG-13, For now anyways
Pairing: UraIshi
Summary: so far just some mindless drabble which even I can’t make sense of…Well, Enjoy.
BTW: Kinda set after Rukia gets send back to the soul society after Ishida and Ichigo get their asses kicked XD
Disclaimer All Characters, locations etc belong to KT
”Uryuu…”
A light whisper pulled Ishida back into his consciousness, he could hear the stteady tap of rain bouncing off the concrete around him, looking up, he made out a figure, looming over him, eyes shaded by a striped green and white hat.
”Urahara-san.”
Urahara nodded, kneeling down, he reached out, pushing a strand of black hair behind Ishida’s ear, his trademark grin wasn’t present, this told Ishida to fear for the worst.
”Can you stand?”
Ishida nodded, pulling himself up slowly, he stood up only to fall backwards into Urahara’s arms, the umbrella he was holding floated away from them in the wind.
Ishida instantly jumped away, apologising as his face grew redder.
A smile settled on Urahara’s face, he laughed, settling a hand on Ishida’s reddening face, Ishida’s eyes fluttered closed and he relaxed into the palm cupping his face.
”Uryuu.”
The boys eyes snapped open and he stumbled back again, falling against the wall behind him, a look of pain flashed across his features and he curled over, grasping the wound on his side.
”Urahara-san, I…” He suddenly felt dizzy and a sense of nausea settled in his stomach.
He stood up again, shaking slightly, walking past Urahara, he turned back to him.
”I don’t need your help.”
Urahara smirked, “You’re badly injured, you’ll bleed out before morning if you keep this stubborn attitude up, but hey, if you want to die that way, then so be it, not as though I can stop you.”
Ishida ignored his words, carrying on in the direction he was going,
What was that feeling when Urahara touched him?
He suddenly felt faint and could feel darkness taking over his vision, he stumbled forward a few more steps before falling.
Urahara rushed forward as the boy fainted, catching him safely in his arms.
”You always were stubborn.”
It was morning in the Urahara Shop by the time Ishida regained consciousness again, he had woken up to the loud yells of Jinta, as he ran past the room.
Wait, a room?
He sat up slowly and looked around, not recognising the room he was in, he assumed it was Urahara’s room as only a futon and a desk were present.
A faint scent of food wafted into the room and Ishida felt his stomach cry out in hunger.
”Hungry?”
Ishida jumped around, gathering up the sheets to cover himself, blushing furiously, meeting the smiling face of the shop keeper, who was cleanly dressed, holding a tray in his hand.
He laughed slightly at Ishida’s behaviour, simply stating that he had nothing to hide as it was him who “Stripped him to his underwear to dress his wounds.”
This resulted in a pillow being hurled at his head by the Quincy.
After regaining his composure, Urahara sat next to the boy, offering a mug of warm tea, Ishida took it, whispering a ‘Thank you’.
”You’ve been out for over 24 hours, Uryuu…”
Ishida flinched at the use of his first name, trying in vain to hide the redness creeping across his face.
”R-really? Uhm, sorry to cause you any problems and I-“
He didn’t finish as Urahara pressed his lips firmly to Ishida’s, drowning out any other apology he was about to make.
The cup Ishida was holding fell to the floor with a clatter as the shop keeper slid his tongue slowly between his lips, he lifted his arms up to pull Urahara closer, it just felt so, Right…
They pulled away, each one of them gasping.
”Kisuke…”
A/N: Mindless drabble which I’m trying in vain to finish. Any suggestions would be welcome.
Rating: PG-13, For now anyways
Pairing: UraIshi
Summary: so far just some mindless drabble which even I can’t make sense of…Well, Enjoy.
BTW: Kinda set after Rukia gets send back to the soul society after Ishida and Ichigo get their asses kicked XD
Disclaimer All Characters, locations etc belong to KT
”Uryuu…”
A light whisper pulled Ishida back into his consciousness, he could hear the stteady tap of rain bouncing off the concrete around him, looking up, he made out a figure, looming over him, eyes shaded by a striped green and white hat.
”Urahara-san.”
Urahara nodded, kneeling down, he reached out, pushing a strand of black hair behind Ishida’s ear, his trademark grin wasn’t present, this told Ishida to fear for the worst.
”Can you stand?”
Ishida nodded, pulling himself up slowly, he stood up only to fall backwards into Urahara’s arms, the umbrella he was holding floated away from them in the wind.
Ishida instantly jumped away, apologising as his face grew redder.
A smile settled on Urahara’s face, he laughed, settling a hand on Ishida’s reddening face, Ishida’s eyes fluttered closed and he relaxed into the palm cupping his face.
”Uryuu.”
The boys eyes snapped open and he stumbled back again, falling against the wall behind him, a look of pain flashed across his features and he curled over, grasping the wound on his side.
”Urahara-san, I…” He suddenly felt dizzy and a sense of nausea settled in his stomach.
He stood up again, shaking slightly, walking past Urahara, he turned back to him.
”I don’t need your help.”
Urahara smirked, “You’re badly injured, you’ll bleed out before morning if you keep this stubborn attitude up, but hey, if you want to die that way, then so be it, not as though I can stop you.”
Ishida ignored his words, carrying on in the direction he was going,
What was that feeling when Urahara touched him?
He suddenly felt faint and could feel darkness taking over his vision, he stumbled forward a few more steps before falling.
Urahara rushed forward as the boy fainted, catching him safely in his arms.
”You always were stubborn.”
It was morning in the Urahara Shop by the time Ishida regained consciousness again, he had woken up to the loud yells of Jinta, as he ran past the room.
Wait, a room?
He sat up slowly and looked around, not recognising the room he was in, he assumed it was Urahara’s room as only a futon and a desk were present.
A faint scent of food wafted into the room and Ishida felt his stomach cry out in hunger.
”Hungry?”
Ishida jumped around, gathering up the sheets to cover himself, blushing furiously, meeting the smiling face of the shop keeper, who was cleanly dressed, holding a tray in his hand.
He laughed slightly at Ishida’s behaviour, simply stating that he had nothing to hide as it was him who “Stripped him to his underwear to dress his wounds.”
This resulted in a pillow being hurled at his head by the Quincy.
After regaining his composure, Urahara sat next to the boy, offering a mug of warm tea, Ishida took it, whispering a ‘Thank you’.
”You’ve been out for over 24 hours, Uryuu…”
Ishida flinched at the use of his first name, trying in vain to hide the redness creeping across his face.
”R-really? Uhm, sorry to cause you any problems and I-“
He didn’t finish as Urahara pressed his lips firmly to Ishida’s, drowning out any other apology he was about to make.
The cup Ishida was holding fell to the floor with a clatter as the shop keeper slid his tongue slowly between his lips, he lifted his arms up to pull Urahara closer, it just felt so, Right…
They pulled away, each one of them gasping.
”Kisuke…”
A/N: Mindless drabble which I’m trying in vain to finish. Any suggestions would be welcome.