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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 13
Ryuken finished up his rounds with his patients and took the elevator up to his office. The rest of the day had passed smoothly enough. He still got the sense of the Shinigami, but it was less of a burden now that they were more busy searching for the attackers than playing babysitter to him. Even Isshin had kept a distance since they parted ways at the shop this morning. If anything the only distraction was the conversation he had with Uryu.

His son was strong willed, always had been, even at a very young age. It was practically expected when he had refused to stay at the mansion. Still, him wanting to distance himself was more hurtful than Ryuken had predicted. Uryu was either being uncharacteristically childish, or he did indeed have strong feelings for Ichigo. He found himself wondering, again and again, how this could have happened.

Ryuken didn't want to waste more time to ponder it. Other important things took priority over his son's sexual orientation. He flipped the light on as he stepped through the door to his office. He knew he would be staying late again. Patient files waited on his desk that could wait until morning, but he didn't want to go to the empty mansion any more than his son did. There were the servants, yes, but they could not be considered real company. He sat at his desk with a heavy heart. He still missed his wife dearly, more so with every year that passed without her presence.

Perhaps her absence was why he was so stern with Uryu. He wanted his son to be strong, and he was, but he had to keep pushing him to become stronger. He had nearly died twice already because of these rouge Shinigami and their spiteful vendetta. He looked out at the star lit sky through his window, eyes cold with anger. If he wanted something done, it was best to do it himself. He got up and took off his lab coat, replacing it with his white jacket. He would hunt them down himself and finish this. The Shinigami were not being effective enough in their search.

A soft knock on his office door disrupted his thoughts. "Dr. Ishida."

Ryuken suppressed a sigh. "Come in, Amaya." His nurse opened the door with her usual smile. The poor girl had some kind of crush on him that he had ignored for the past several years. It would be inappropriate to have a romantic relationship with one of his subordinates, and he was not attracted to her in any case. She was pretty enough, and soft spoken, but it took more than that to grab his attention. He often wished she would turn her affection on one of the younger male nurses.

"Oh, you are off for the night?" she asked, with obvious disappointment as she watched him button his jacket.

He nodded. "Thought I would make a change and actually go home at a decent time," he said.

Her disappointment deepened. "I was hoping I could get us some food in for a late dinner. I know you are always here late."

"I'm sorry, Amaya. I've got a lot on my mind right now, family matters that need my full attention. I'm sure you can understand that." He looked at his watch. It was just past 10 PM. Of course he had no intention of going home, but she didn't need to know.

"Do I bother you so much?" she asked, pouting like a child who wasn't getting her way, stepping so close that she was almost touching him.

He looked at her, unaccustomed to her being this forward. Her flirtations were usually more subdued. "Amaya, this isn't the time.."

"I know you must get lonely," she purred and touched his silk tie. "I know you lost your wife years ago. I've heard it spoken around the hospital."

Confusion was replaced with boiling anger. "Do not speak about my personal life as if you have a right to it. Continue on this course and your employment here will be terminated. Do you understand, Amaya?" Her mouth twitched and she flinched as if he had smacked her. "Am I clear?" he said, annoyance with the situation building. He had too much to deal with as it was, than to have to contend with her infatuation.

"I don't care. I want you." Before he could react, she kissed him, one hand tight to the back of his neck. His eyes widened. He was shocked at how strong her grip was, and he was about to push her away when blinding pain wracked his body, leaving him nearly immobile as he felt his legs give way.

"Amaya, stop!" She was keeping hold of him, following him to the floor, on her knees before him, pushing something that felt like fire into the back of his neck. He yelled and knocked her away in a frenzy and reached back, expecting to feel blood or a wound of some kind, but he could not find the source of the excruciating pain that blurred his vision. "What..have you..done?" he said, pushing himself further away from her across the floor towards his desk.

She was sprawled where he'd pushed her and as she sat up he could see the tears in her eyes. "It made me.. I had to. I love you, but it made me. It made me." She kept repeating it like a chant.

Ryuken grit his teeth and used his desk to pull himself to his feet, not taking his eyes off her. The pain was still very much there, but it was lessening enough for his vision to clear. His hair stuck to the sweat on his brow. Even his shirt clung to his back as if he had a severe fever. Had she poisoned him with something? She held nothing in her hands, and strangely there was no blood on them either.

"It made me.."

"Amaya. Listen to me. What made you..? What are you saying? You have to answer me!"

"Voice in my head. I couldn't control myself..." More tears spilled, her mascara leaving black streaks over her ivory cheeks.

"This is going nowhere," he muttered to himself, again trying to feel around the skin on the back of his neck to find the source of the burning pain. He played with the idea that maybe she was having a brush with insanity, but the theory didn't last or even make sense.

"It made me want to do it," she said, voice cracked with a soft sob. "It will make you want to do it too.."

"Amaya, do you remember seeing anyone strange? Did someone hurt you?"

"I..I can't remember, just... I was at home this afternoon, getting ready for work. Someone knocked on my door." Her voice weakened as she tried to recall. "I don't know who..it was. So much pain." She shuddered and before he knew what was happening, her eyes rolled closed as she fainted, falling back against the floor.

"Dammit." Ryuken staggered over and knelt down to tend to her. She was breathing steady, and her skin was slightly cool and clammy to the touch. He rolled her to her side to look at the back of her neck and spotted what looked like a pin prick in her skin. Before he could examine it, a thin strip of metal, like a needle, slide out on it's own accord and fell to the carpet. Ryuken watched in disturbed fascination as the needle smoked and turned to nothing but ashes in a matter of moments. "What is this?" Pain flared anew, and it was all he could do not to scream.

"Interesting sensation, is it not?"

Ryuken heard the coldly amused voice in his head clearly. "You bastard," he gasped out.

"I'm sure you have a idea who I am without me having to tell you."

"A dead man when I get a hold of you."

"The charm of a Quincy." The voice laughed. "Do not worry yourself over the young lady. She will be returned to her home and awaken, not to remember any of what has happened. She served her purpose well, I must admit."

"What purpose is that?" Ryuken said with a sneer as he staggered back to his feet.

"To get close enough to you to put my little invention into your flesh. I can send jolts of pain into any part of your body I wish, but that isn't the only feature as you can imagine. I've been working on this one for a while now, and I just got it to work properly after months of experimentation. I had to adjust the strength for a weak human such as her though."

"You, son of a bitch!" Ryuken grabbed for his cell phone and dropped it with a yell when pain went through his arm.

"Calling for help will do you no good. Besides, in a few moments you won't want to anyway. I think things will go smoothly with you. It worked rather well with the little girl at Kisuke's shop. What's her name again?... Ah yes, Ururu. She was my first test subject outside my lab. I had her sabotage Kisuke's little invention for me. I wonder how long it will take him to figure that one out. Honestly, I would have used this technique sooner if I'd had all the kinks worked out."

"What the Hell do you want?" Ryuken touched his Quincy cross for strength, feeling as if his body no longer had any left.

"It's not what I want. It's what you want. Remember, Ryuken? You want to murder your son." The voice said, the sound of it deep and soothing.

"No."

"You want him dead and at peace. And when you are done, you will kill yourself in the way you see fit. You Quincy are a danger that must be eliminated. If only all of Soul Society understood that, you'd all be completely wiped out already."

"You're insane if you think I would do anything to harm my son!"

"I'm more sane than you know, Quincy. Now, be a good puppet and run along and do what you desire. The quicker I am rid of the both of you, the sooner I can search out the others."

What did he mean by others? Were there still more Quincy after all that had been killed? He didn't have a chance to ask as agony flared once more, making his vision darken as he held onto his desk to keep his footing. He fought against the strange pull, but it was to no avail. When the pain slowly subsided and his mind cleared, he knew exactly what he had to do. He eased upright and straightened his tie and glasses, then wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling more himself again. He walked out of his office, passing Amaya as if she wasn't even there and headed for the elevator. He had to find Uryu.

~*~

"Are you sure this is alright?" Uryu asked, standing in Ichigo's bedroom doorway, not quite stepping through the threshold. He clutched his overnight bag in a way that made him look younger than he was.

"Will you get in here. The floor isn't made of fire, you know."

Uryu rolled his eyes. "I'm just.. Your dad is really okay with this?"

"Yes. I told you I'll sleep on the floor."

"Maybe I could sleep in another room?"

Ichigo looked at him impatiently. "Did I overdo it at Urahara's place today?"

Uryu's face flushed. "No, that's not it," he said indignantly.

"So, what's the problem?"

"We are...lovers. It just feels aberrant to sleep in your room with your family around us. It's different at my place, because we're alone there."

Ichigo smirked. "I like the sound of that."

Uryu looked at him warily, bag still held against his chest. "The sound of what?"

"Saying we're lovers." Uryu nibbled his bottom lip and looked about the room again, unsure. "Get in here," Ichigo said and yanked him inside and shut the door.

"You didn't have to yank me in."

"See, you didn't catch fire. Just relax, Uryu. It's not like you haven't been in my bedroom before."

"That was different, we were just friends then." He finally put the bag down beside Ichigo's desk and folded his arms, cool and collected once more.

"Fair enough, but I said I'd take the floor so I won't get touchy."

"I should take the floor. It's your room."

"You're a guest."

"You were at my place too, but you flat out refused to take the bed."

"I told you before, it wouldn't have been a good idea."

"You're not making any sense!"

"It makes perfect sense!"

"Now you're just being irrational!"

"And you're being stubborn!"

"Fine, I'll take the bed!"

"Good!"

Uryu sat on the edge of the bed, looking agitated as he touched the cross on his wrist. Ichigo knew there was more to his discomposure than the sleeping arrangements. He wanted to be out there searching with everyone else, but Urahara suggested he rest one more night before he attempted it. Ichigo wanted to be out there himself, but he was going to stick close to Uryu until this was over.

"Look, we probably won't get much sleep anyway," Ichigo said, and got a warning look from him. "I didn't mean that!"

"I'm sorry," Uryu said as his eyes softened.

"Besides, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it with the threat of attack over our shoulders." He sat beside him. "Are you feeling bad about turning your father down about staying with him?"

"Maybe... I don't know. He's just being so unreasonable that I wouldn't be able to be in a room with him without an argument starting. What good would the situation be then?"

"I guess you're right." Ichigo slipped his arm around him. "Maybe he'll cool down with some time to think."

"My father is not so simple." He lay his head on Ichigo's shoulder. "He may never accept us together, Ichigo. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"I think I can handle it," he said and tilted his head down to kiss his lips soft. He pulled back and looked in his eyes. "It'll work itself out, okay?"

Uryu nodded soft. "I hope so." He leaned against him more snugly. "What time is it anyway?"

"Close to midnight."

"So late," Uryu muttered. "I don't even feel tired." He suddenly looked guilty. "I hope we didn't wake your sisters with all the yelling."

"Oh, Karin would have been banging on the door if we had, don't worry," Ichigo said in such a serious way that he knew he wasn't twisting the truth. Uryu smiled just a little. He sometimes wished he had siblings himself. It had to be better than being a only child. "I can make us some tea if you're too wound up to sleep," Ichigo suggested.

"Okay," he said and moved away so Ichigo could get up. "Is your dad going to stay out all night helping?"

"That's what he said, but he was going to make sure at least someone was nearby to keep an eye out for us here too. Besides, you and I can take care of anything that comes our way." He smiled in that sly way of his and Uryu had the urge to pull him back down on the bed and attack his mouth with his own, but he restrained himself and just smiled back. "I'll be right back," Ichigo said and headed downstairs.

He flipped the kitchen light on and went to the sink to fill the tea kettle, mind occupied as he went about it. The house was still and quiet, but it did not relax his mind. As of now, they still had not gotten any closer to finding the Shinigami responsible. Maybe he was being overprotective by sticking so close to Uryu, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let a repeat of the last attack happen again. These attackers were so unpredictable. Nonetheless, they had to be prepared for anything.

He got cups down from the cupboard and tea bags, doing it as quiet as he could so he wouldn't disturb Karin and Yuzu's sleep. He hadn't been so considerate when he and Uryu got in the shouting match upstairs. He wondered if there would ever come a time when they wouldn't get at each others throats. They weren't real arguments, and in truth he enjoyed when it got a little heated between them over little things. Right now all he wanted was for him to feel comfortable around his family. His father and sisters already liked Uryu anyway. The oblivious Quincy would just have to get used to the fact.

Ichigo took the heated kettle and was about to fill the cups when he heard the knock on the front door. He frowned as he sat the kettle back down. "Not going to trick me again," he muttered and reached out to detect who it was. The reiatsu was obvious, but unexpected at this time of night. He hoped Ryuken wasn't here to cause a fuss, but he couldn't exactly ignore the man either. He turned on the hall light and went towards the door to greet him. After this afternoon, he was a bit nervous to be face to face with the man. Their last meeting left off with cold silence and a stare full of contempt.

He tried for a smile, but gave it up when it felt too pasted on. Being all smiles wasn't exactly his style anyway. He opened the door. "Dr. Ishida," he greeted as pleasantly as he could muster. "It's a little late. Everything okay?"

"I need to see my son."

"Come in."

"I assumed he would still be at Urahara's," he said, his tone all business, and oddly robotic.

Ichigo frowned slightly at his back and shut the door. "My father said he might be more comfortable here instead of the shop." Ryuken appeared to ignore what he was saying and began to wander into the living room, switching on the light. Ichigo followed. "Um, he's upstairs. I was just making some tea, I could get him and we can all sit and talk.."

"No."

"Sir?" Ichigo noticed his right hand twitching, the cross that hung from his wrist emitting a soft glow.

"I'll get to my son, but I must take care of you first." Ryuken turned to look at him, eyes like ice as his bow appeared in a flash of brilliant light. "I know what you are, and you're as much of a danger as we are," he sneered as he lifted his bow and took aim at Ichigo's face with lightening fast speed. Ichigo yelled, reaching for the badge that was hanging off his belt as Ryuken let the arrow fly.
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