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Undisclosed Devotion	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 7352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

The low drone of the television was all he could hear as he stepped slowly towards the kitchen doorway with his bow raised and ready. He could feel the presence of Ichigo's strong reiatsu, which gave him some comfort. Whatever happened, he wasn't dead. Yet, he took little comfort in knowing the enemy was close and hiding their presence well.

He worked his way around and towards the living room and saw the lights were off, the only illumination coming from the screen. He could see Ichigo's collapsed form on the floor, still near the front door that was wide open. He wanted to run to him to make sure he was okay, but knew he would just make himself vulnerable to attack. Perhaps that was what the enemy was hoping for.

"Whoever you are, show yourself, coward!" Silence greeted him as he took a few more cautious steps, senses high as he scanned the room for any sudden movement. The glow of his arrow lit the way as he made a slow circle around the room. He ended up back near Ichigo and the open door. He pushed it shut with his foot, but he still had that out in the open feeling as he stood protectively over Ichigo.

He kept his bow and arrow cocked, lowering down slowly, keeping his eyes focused on the surrounding area. His knees brushed Ichigo's side, and he could hear his soft breathing. His worry over him lessened a bit more, but he was getting impatient with the bastard hiding himself.

"Ichigo, can you hear me?" he said softly, pushing a knee against his side more to rouse him gently. He got a low groan. Not really a answer, but a good sign either way. He glanced down at him and saw blood in his hair. Must have been hit from behind by the look. He hadn't even been given a chance to grab his badge. Uryu's frown and anger deepened. This enemy was less than honorable. He was scum on all levels.

"Is this it then? You're going to keep hiding? Are you afraid because your soldier failed and died for his effort?!" The stillness remained, mocking him. Ichigo moaned soft again, gradually stirring. "Ichigo," he said, trying to help him along, straining to get even a glimpse of something amiss in the room that was shrouded in shadows. He flinched when the the sound on the television switched to loud static and he was pointing the arrow that way, his movement swift and precise.

Uryu didn't want to leave Ichigo's side, but this confined area was dangerous and inconvenient. He could attack with Ginrei Kojaku, but he took the risk of injuring or killing other tenants of the apartment building. He made the difficult decision and rose back to his feet. He needed to draw the enemy away from Ichigo.

"You want me? Then come on!" He let the arrow fly towards the television. Glass and sparks flew and he opened the door quick, hoping the distraction was enough for him to get some distance. He leapt over the railing and heard the sound of pursuit. He spun his body and aimed at the sound and let loose another arrow. It was still a blind shot as it went flying without hitting it's intended mark.

A guttural laugh came from his right and he adjusted his aim as he landed, letting fly hundreds of arrows, each deadly and swift as they streamlined for the enemy. The swish sound of fabric and a ever so slight breeze of movement came from his other side and he rolled away from the expected attack and fired another barrage of arrows. A grunt of pain, punctuated by a furious curse followed, and he pinpointed on the sound, sending another successive attack.

"If you want to continue being a coward, then do so. There are other ways to fight without sight," he warned coldly. "Did you think I wouldn't be prepared for this pathetic trick after it was used once already? A true Quincy will adapt when a challenge is issued." The light above him shattered and he jumped, taking to the air with his Hirenkyaku, firing arrows as he went. Again he heard the slightest sound, a whisper like chuckle, sickeningly close to his ear and he jumped back, but not before he felt the singing pain on his upper left thigh.

Uryu hissed a curse, the feeling of warm blood spilling down his pant leg. He'd have to be more careful of such trickery. It wasn't hard to tell he was being toyed with. The bastard could have just as easily tried taking him and Ichigo at once when they weren't aware. He only wished now he had thought to keep a few of his Seele Schneider on him for close combat, but he had foolishly not thought far enough ahead. He would just have to improvise.

"Perhaps now you won't be so cocky, Ishida." Impossibly, the voice seemed to come from different directions.

"Who are you?" He got more laughter that sounded like it was in front and from behind. It very well could be Mayuri Kurotsuchi. This individual was toying with him, purposely taking small shots. It was something the freakish Captain was fond of, and he had experienced it once before already, but something about this enemy was different. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Uryu leapt higher and fired in a circle, not in the hope of hitting his opponent, but egging him on to get him to move in closer again. He readied for contact pulling in as much reishi from the surrounding area as he could. He closed his eyes and just listened in wait. It happened in seconds, but seemed like time stretched when he felt a soft breeze of movement and heard the deadly whistle of a sword slicing through the air in his direction.

Uryu twisted his body towards the sound and slammed into the enemy with the reishi, using it like a shield. He felt the hard contact, then heard the satisfying sound of a bone breaking and the yell of pain that followed. He kept up the pressure and pushed with all his strength before he pulled back on his bow and let arrows fly into his attacker. He heard, before he saw, the body fall onto the pavement below, the invisible illusion broken.

"Uryu!" He looked to see Ichigo wavering on his feet outside the apartment doorway.

"I'm okay." He lowered back down to solid ground and looked at the downed enemy. Oddly, he still looked like Renji for a moment before that illusion was also rendered useless and he changed to his true form. He was confused and disappointed at the same time. It was a Shinigami he had never even seen before.

Ichigo joined him, hand over the wound on the back of his head. He didn't need to ask to know that Ichigo had no more knowledge of the man than he did. How many more of these attackers could they expect? Uryu was still contemplating it when he suddenly felt light headed. Ichigo grabbed hold of him and lifted him up into his arms.

"Your leg is wounded," Ichigo gasped and carried him quickly back into the apartment.

"Must be deeper than I thought," Uryu muttered, tucking his head against Ichigo's shoulder.

"No shit," he answered, nothing but concern in his voice as put him carefully on the sofa, quickly pulling his t-shirt off.

Uryu watched him through cracked eyelids. "Is it really the time for that, Ichigo?"

"Stop joking around." He ripped a strip off the shirt and knelt by him, wrapping it around his thigh and knotting it tight to slow the flow of blood. He pulled out his cell and dialed quick, pushing the phone against his ear, holding it there with his shoulder so his hands were free to press over the wound with the rest of the ruined shirt.

Uryu closed his eyes and listened to Ichigo talking to Orihime, the sound far away and dreamlike as his head swam. He caught random words, unable to take in the full conversation through his haze. Cut artery. Lots of blood. Another attack. He wanted to tell Ichigo he was going to be okay, but he just sighed a little, too weary to even speak.

"Hey, wake up!"

Uryu flinched, cracking his eyes open again to look at Ichigo. "Mn?"

"Don't fall asleep, understand? Orihime will be here soon."

"Okay," he whispered back, willing himself to do as he asked. He smiled soft to his lover, reaching up to touch his face even though his arm felt too heavy. "Kiss me."

Ichigo leaned in, lips brushing. His forehead pressed to his, eyes catching his gaze. "I'm sorry. I messed up," Ichigo said, pain and guilt trembling in his voice.

"Mn, we both did a bit."

"You took that bastard out though," Ichigo said and smiled. "Strong, like I know you are."

"If I was so strong this little wound wouldn't be weakening me so much. I've had worse." He swallowed, his throat dry. "Ichigo, I think he might have poisoned me," he muttered. He couldn't be sure, Hell, he could barely even think, but it felt similar to when Mayuri had poisoned him in Soul Society.

"Poison?" Ichigo felt his brow. "You have a fever." Uryu's vision darkened as he struggled to stay awake. By the look on Ichigo's face, he was losing the battle. He fell into darkness, the sound of Ichigo's voice calling his name followed him into the void.

~*~

Uryu's head ached so much that he was uncertain if he should even open his eyes. The steady throb made him feel queasy. He groaned with it. Someone took his hand, comforting and familiar. Ichigo. He could feel his reiatsu, even in his weakened condition.

"Hey, you with us?"

"I think so," he rasped and cracked his eyes open, blinking several times against the brightness in the room. It took him a moment to look around at the people that were surrounding him. "Unless this is some kind of weird drug induced dream," he managed. He was in the same back room of Urahara's shop as the last time he was attacked, except there were people there he hadn't expected to see.

Of course there was Ichigo beside him, Orihime, Chad and Urahara. Isshin was there, standing by Ryuken who was managing to look concerned, but equally cold in his demeanor. Typical and not surprising. Then there was Mayuri and Nemu nearby, and that's where his confusion really began. Renji was whispering something to Rukia before he looked over at Uryu, giving him a apologetic look, as if this all was his doing.

"What's going on?"

"You're going to be okay. Orihime healed you up and Mayuri had a antidote for the poison."

Uryu's brow furrowed. "Antidote?"

"Don't act so surprised, boy. Of course I had a antidote. It was my poison that flowed through your veins."

"What?" He tried to sit up too fast and regretted it. His stomach lurched with the sudden movement, and he was being pressed gently back by Ichigo.

"Take it easy. You've been unconscious for a few days," Urahara said nearby.

"It's simple really," Mayuri continued as if the conversation hadn't been interrupted. "I recently became aware, while going over some of my files for several of my inventions, that someone had managed to get into my computer without my knowledge. They were clever on hiding it, but I'm much more intelligent than they may have thought and I caught on."

"Didn't catch on soon enough," Ichigo muttered.

"I heard that, Kurosaki!" Mayuri growled, grinding his teeth unpleasantly.

"Good." He glared over his shoulder at the odd Captain.

"You little.."

"Hey, lets all calm down and have some tea and we'll have a proper discussion!" Urahara said with too much enthusiasm. Mayuri scoffed indignantly, but kept any more words to himself.

Ichigo's voice softened. "Here, try to sit up again, just take it slow this time," he said, helping him along, arm around his back. Uryu eased up, the ascent much easier this time on his stomach. He was still a little woozy and maybe that was the reason he did what he did next in a whole room full of people. He tilted his head back just a little and smiled to Ichigo before he kissed him soft, arms going around to hold him as tightly as he was able in his weak condition. He didn't care who saw. He was just happy he and Ichigo were both still alive.
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