Willing To Donate To Schools

Title:
Memories Series: Bleach
Gender: Angst, romance.
Author: ltprongs
Rating: T
Couples: IchigoxUryû.
Chapters: unique.
Characters: Ishida Uryu, Ichigo Kurosaki.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Uryu is meticulous and observant, always has been. Since being with Ichigo, however, what has become a mechanism of defense.
Note: may or may not be related to my other fics of them. I do not throw tomatoes, but could not with my genius, I needed something from them both. Es .. very very poor, if you ask me. But hey, that's something (what strikes me is this couple underestimated).

Be observant and detailed was his pride, yes.

However, it was a necessity. A medicine for an illness he knew would develop, an anchor in times of coming storm, clouds could look out at any time without giving it its time horizon make other arrangements rather than trying to stand in her place.

What was it called? Happiness? Yes To that would stick, and hoped that weighed tons, which were sufficient to keep it there.

There, in the sanity.

Since he could remember, the loneliness had occupied much of his life. And the whole sentence was not a euphemism to say that had nothing more than space-vacíoa around so long that she had been allowed to sneak into the interior.

So Hollows had never meant to kill a moral problem. He knew as much as a human vacuum could be understood and, if that seemed almost unbearable level, any real solution to a Hollow bore hole was valid.

If your grandfather had been alive, of course, would have been another story. Surely the curious child, helpful and loving it used to be would never have gone in the first place. Just have mutated into a more mature while still learning from his teacher.

Ichigo always reproached him in his room insipidus. White fríay complaining about how it was, as podíaa refused to set foot in it. Often, of course, he had no other choice. The Quincy lived alone and was much easier to explain to the loneliness that they were boyfriends than their sisters and their father, back in the warmth of your home.

- Why do you insist on making it look so bleak? Masochistic shit - had quarreled a few days ago, posing no ceremony, a bright orange portrait on his bedside table.

From the photo, all the stranger greeted him group that made its closest classmates, Asano shocked to emerge in the same frame as the nerd of the classroom, giving him an undisguised Misuiro kick in the calf to keep quiet, Chad ensuring that behave as far as possible, Arisawa Inoue and laughing at a comment by Kuchiki and Ichigo with his perennial frowning right in the center with a grimace instead of a smile, anything to be claiming in exasperation about how difficult cil would be for eight teenagers sit still for half a second. Uryu well recalls the moment he been taken, especially because she was finishing her last labored embroidery sewing club when an acquaintance and impetuous arm dragged him to where they were. And while the excitement was already present, its presence had been as a catalyst. It had taken more than five minutes for a single shot.

The next day, everyone had demanded to see the holy picture. The Shinigami had argued with extreme frugality that 'had not gone well' because all were worse than kids garden, assuming the matter was closed. Accommodating lenses, Uryu struggled to conceal that he had actually come out perfect, but it was not a recall done for them.

was for him.

remembered the first time that Ichigo had fallen in its obsession to be set up at the slightest thing, he was better than an almanac storing dates as time, climate, environment, people and absolutely everything to play a role.

- Can not you help me find a hair band Yuzu? It's pink, I think. Or white, perhaps - had said, stirring shelves in the clinic - To change the used Rukia and is a favorite.
- rose mallow and Kuchiki is left on your desk three days ago when we came back from school - had responded immediately, without even watching what was the largest of the Kurosaki - Only used it to gymnastics, you should take her to a place where you can buy yours if you want to use those of your sisters, do not you think?
- What the hell is pink mauve? - Speechless, had denied himself before he could answer - No, forget it, I do not care. What I care about is, HOW CAN remember THAT?
- I do not raise your voice, Kurosaki - climbing outdoor lenses knowing their hobby, had tried to conceal - How you may not notice what takes days on your desk? So little do you use? Never was such a donkey.
- have passed exams - had defended his teammate, deepening his frown - And what, I can not study in my bed?
- What study habits n ta healthy. What have you learned lately, back pain or how long it takes to fall asleep?
- Quincy cocky, bastard - almost lying on the counter, the orange hair had launched a laugh before biting the neck with enthusiasm - Why do not you show me your study habits, eh?
- I-Ichigo - panting, had tried in vain to remove him, were in the middle of the clinic after all! - Have you gone mad? Not here.
- Oh, come on - not giving an inch, had tried to soothe him with soft kisses over his face - is Sunday, the clinic Dad does not open and came out with the girls. What's wrong?
- What's wrong?! - He screamed at least one level higher than normal - could return at any moment! And your father's clinic!
- Killjoy - as if it were is perando, insisted there was no more, starting to loose strides into the kitchen - I'd better prepare something delicious for lunch, then.
- Shinigami starved If you are a stakeholder.

Uryu could almost feel his grin in front of him, as then, while still arguing over little things, little by little and sulfur each other until they ended in Hair's room so striking, taking advantage of privacy rarely were.

shook his head, focusing on the portrait, the only element that gave life to your room. To continue remembering, would the part where you wake up feeling sinful wrong under the covers at the home of a close family and decent in the arms of a boy who could get something much, much better would seize him. I did not want that, no.

The feeling was not better when it happened at home. However, Ichigo knew him well, better than he liked to admit. He might not be as detailed, but essentially see what is really important. He had never gone before he woke up, had not been a single occasion when he might just moments after close to him feel even worse about it.

- I'm here because I want to, silly - every time he repeated, kissing her forehead before putting on his glasses again gently - When did you understand?
- sorry - he apologized, disgusted with himself, appalled at the possibility of upsetting Ichigo - I know, it just ...
- What to see? - Sticking his nose to hers, holding her waist tightly, sighed, burying his face in his neck and then - I should hit you, really, I would like to give me win, because you deserve it. I always promise maquinarte'll stop with this, and it's a lie, a fucking lie.
- Hit me if you dare! - Jumping like boiling oil, chose the most inopportune times to give them a man. Each time trying to get loose, kicking and squirming, but there was no how physical his lean shapely could with the other - I'm sorry if I can not believe that there could be with someone better, with a girl, to get started! Sorry if you get tired of repeating the same forever, but nobody is asking, so if you want to Save it!
- Oi, oi, tsk ... - both physically struggling to be heard, the Shinigami recurríaa kissing frantically to win back your attention - Did not you also might be someone better with a girl and all that? If you want -
- I do not want!
- Well, me neither!

Clinging to the portrait with his knuckles whitened, Uryu closed his eyes. Ichigo was right, was a masochist. No wonder more now revive bitter sweet, for it made no sense to remember only the good. Came a time when he could no longer tasted sweet with something sour and cloying language was the choice to return to cherish small sips and measured.

- Still, you could do much better - spoke aloud to no one in particular - could find someone who was always by your side and you do not cause so much trouble, not even have to look far. You would see around you are those people that you deserve more than me, Ichigo.

And I know you realize, eventually , continued his thoughts, unable to shouting, know you'll see that next to one of them is who you should be.

parted his eyelids, feeling his eyes moistened. He looked at the image that already had memorized and wanted to have another, but I knew I was too shy to make some for yourself or to ask for more.

And sometimes his memory was not enough, because its head always guided by memories raw and reminding him that he would never have the 'full package', which as the Orange would be tarnished to live again with her family all her memories vacíoy not reach to color his room, or fill in the blanks of his life. The tide would take him far, as far as possible where only reconoceríaa madness as a guide.

- Quincy melodramatic - tut-tutting that finally convinced that, yes, her boyfriend was there before him, the Shinigami smiled a crooked smile - Do not tell me you're watching the play inside that twisted mind of yours?

Raising his hands in peace to see his expression horrified, chose newcomer explained a little.

- You were distracted and wanted to give you a surprise, so I took advantage - extending a rectangular package to him, stared at his shoes, suddenly blushing - S "If you do not like is fine.

opening without tearing the wrapping paper, believed to hallucinate when confronted with a clear picture of the two walking to school on a cold morning. Ichigo, just flushed, using one of their scarves, while keeping him close to taking his hand. Uryu remember that morning well. It was so early that he had not found pretexts to deny contact. It had seemed that someone was watching them, but the presence was so subtle that it would not spoil the moment.

- The Chad took, uh ... I had to tell him - scratching the scalp and looking away, tried to justify - Do not say anything, do not worry.
- I know it will - caressing the glass with his fingers, felt his place in bed next to Ely Ichigo just had his side just put his arms around - Thanks.
- I'll bring you more - promised smooth voice near her ear, hugging too - I asked the idiot Asano spontaneous take photos this week. Some will come out decent.
- But why?
- Because a designer may have the most boring room in history - said with gravity, to add slightly later - and because you love, right?
- You should not ... - Was silent, thinking that at least he should hide his doubts and certainties and simply thank - Yes, I like.
- Listen, Uryu - Ichigo spoke suddenly, spreading and taking her chin just so that everything we managed to cover the visual field were his eyes honey - do not bother me, as ma ; s minimum, and I think only I can choose the person you want to be, after all. And I chose, so you have two options. Or do you agree or accept. What will you choose?
- These are not two options - we fought, touching her lips. I knew he knew the answer, anyway - Have you seen many gangster films low budget, Kurosaki?
- Maybe. You know what they do with the arrogant, Ishida?
- The cast into the sea.
- Before that.
- The tortured.
- Accurate - ending the conversation, lay on the bed holding arms with a predatory grin - now you see, I-shi-da.
- Is it a fantasy yours, Ku-ro-sa-ki? - Smirked - You want to scream and cry you mercy or ask for more?
- You'll see how you end up doing both, Quincy Smarty, incredulous crap.

Laughing while the Shinigami did what no doubt was a bad imitation of savagery trying to unbutton his shirt with fingers that were always clumsy with fabrics, but played fine in his skin, he thought that perhaps a little cautious optimism could sure. Long term would be a greater evil and the chances to repent were too many, but perhaps he was just exaggerating, as usual. If memories could continue indefinitely filing, feeding them and present, then the future was nonsense which was not worth worrying about.