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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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AN: I meant to put this authors note up with the first chapter. Oops. A new fic I wanted to try. I always liked the Ichigo/Uryu pairing and wanted a shot at writing it. This could be called a alternate timeline type fic because it's after the Fullbringing arch, but the Quincy arch didn't (or) hasn't happened. I am working on a chapter for Prisoner of War and hopefully I can try to get it up in the next few months or so. Sorry to anyone who may be reading that one. I always hate to make people wait for chapters, but I have a lot going on right now between looking for a job, not feeling well, and yes, blocking now and then as I do with all my fiction. Good thing I'm not a professional writer, not that I'm near good enough for that anyway. It's just a hobby I enjoy. Anyway, later all. If you read and like, let me know.
PS: I do like Orihime and Ichigo as a pairing btw, and may even write a story for them one day.
Chapter 2

Ryuken Ishida was in his office when he detected the first sign of the nearby Hollow. He cast a cool gaze out the window to see the lumbering monstrosity making it's way in the direct path of the hospital. He slipped from behind his desk and got closer to the window, staring closely at the way the Hollow would stop and swipe to attack. It was then he saw a brief glimpse of Ichigo, his black shinigami robes and orange hair unmistakable. He watched their dance for a moment. When he saw the Hollow begin it's trek once more he frowned with annoyance. Surely Ichigo was capable of taking down a simple Hollow. The pane of glass before him trembled with each heavy step it took. He shook his head as he left the office in haste.
Ichigo dodged another swipe of the large bony hand, retaliating with a strike of his blade, slicing off one of the thick fingers. He was rewarded with a bellow and an opening to attack the head. He launched himself up, Zangetsu raised high for the finishing blow, but he caught a glimpse of the tail whipping his way and he abandoned the attack to avoid another painful blow, his blade held in front of him like a shield. He gasped when the end of the tail appeared to extend out towards him, the tip forming into a sharp and deadly point. He sidestepped, only to get slapped forward towards the ground below, the tail changing direction quicker than he'd expected.
He landed hard, but rolled in time to avoid the stab of the tail, the impact throwing dirt and rock, leaving a deep hole in the earth beside him. At least he had the Hollow's complete attention now, as it seemed determined to rid itself completely of the nuisance that was disrupting it's plans. Panting, blade held in front of him, Ichigo stood, waiting for the next tail whip to descend. The point of it arched and came down at him with incredible speed. He waited until the last possible moment to move. The Hollow angrily howled as it's tail hit nothing but solid earth once more. Ichigo struck then, cutting through the base of the bony tail, relieving the bastard of the dangerous weapon. He only hoped it wouldn't grow back as he pushed himself to the air once more to go in for the kill. Relentlessly, the Hollow attacked again, it's rage increased with the loss of limb.
Ichigo, in mid-strike, was surprised yet again when a tentacle shot out from it's chest and wrapped itself around his wrists to stay his attack and yank him up like a rag doll. He cursed, pulling to get loose, but to no avail. He threw up his leg with a strong kick against the appendage, but it did nothing to loosen the hold it had on him. It only got worse when a second tentacle snaked out and wrapped around his body, the hold tight enough to make his ribs ache with the pressure and almost impossible to breathe. His vision wavered, but he fought the darkness that threatened to overcome him. If he went under now he was dead. He ground his teeth, building his reiatsu, preparing for bankai when he saw the Quincy arrow embed itself into the Hollow's tentacle. The tight hold on his body released and he was tossed angrily aside.
"Really, Ichigo, I expect more from a hero of the war!" Ryuken called to him, another arrow ready and pointed at the thrashing Hollow. He was about to let the arrow fly when he was forced to leap back out of range when the tentacles went after him with much more aggression than it had at Ichigo. "This Hollow is a lively one." He jumped again, avoiding a quick succession of attacks.
"Be careful!" Ichigo staggered up as he caught his breath, energy still building around him. It became obvious pretty quickly that the Hollow had found it's intended target, it's attention so focused on Uryu's father that it was disregarding Ichigo all together now. Ryuken wasn't allowed a opportunity to attack, his energy focusing all on defense as the Hollow went wild, slashing, swiping and moving forward towards it's goal with increased speed. A fierce strike narrowly missed hitting Ryuken, and Ichigo wasted no more time as he flew at the distracted Hollow and brought down his zanpakuto over it's skull with incredible force, slicing through to the neck. The ear piercing cry echoed as it's body tumbled over, Ichigo landing on his feet beside Ryuken who was dusting off his white jacket with no more than an annoyed expression. Within seconds the large body of the Hollow vanished, leaving nothing behind but the two of them and the damage that it had caused to the surrounding area of the battle.
"I'm surprised you let yourself get caught so easily by a Hollow," Ryuken said, looking displeased with the dirt that covered his finely tailored clothing. "Remind me to tell your father he should have trained you long ago instead of keeping things to himself."
"Hey, you weren't doing much better!"
"I kept you from being crushed, didn't I?" He looked at him with cool assessment. "Want to explain to me why that Hollows was coming towards my hospital?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing." Ichigo rested Zangetsu on his shoulder and looked at him. "I was wondering if there are any wandering spirits in the halls, but I don't think that's what it was after now." He wiped blood from his brow, adrenaline still too high to feel any of the pain from the battle.
"What was it after then?"
"You obviously."
"Me?" He looked skeptical. "Why would a random Hollow come after me?"
"Your reiatsu is stronger than anything else that could possibly be in the building, but that's not the only thing." Ichigo stopped, muttering a soft curse when he realized what should have been said before now. "Uryu was injured last night in a Hollow attack."
"Uryu." Ryuken took pause. "Where is he?"
"At Urahara's shop. Orihime took care of his injuries and he's resting now."
"He's probably better off for that then. That young woman is more useful than I for that." He lowered the bow he still held and in a flash of light it disappeared, the cross dangling from his wrist also alight with the blue aura before it too retracted to it's dormant silver. "You think he was targeted?"
"At first I just thought Uryu had come across the Hollow before I did, but after today, yeah, I think that might be the case."
"I see." Ryuken stood quiet for a moment, then looked back at Ichigo. "Interesting."
"Interesting?" That's all you have to say after all this?"
"It's the only thing that comes to mind, yes." He looked at the hospital and without another word, began to head back like nothing was amiss.
"Wait!"
"What is it?" Ryuken looked back over his shoulder at him with impatience.
"Maybe I should stick close in case another one comes after you."
"Don't be foolish. I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself from Hollows.
"But.."
"Have you already forgotten I saved you from getting crushed into a pulp?" Ichigo clenched his jaw to stop his angry retort. He could have gotten free before Ryuken had come along, but he wouldn't waste his breath arguing about it. "If you have the need to protect, feel free to go do so for my son. He obviously needs it." The cold bitterness of his tone was apparent.
Ichigo couldn't ignore it. "What's your problem?!"
Ryuken turned back to him. "A Quincy should not have to be protected by a Shinigami. It is a very simple thing to understand, even for one as young as you."
"For a old guy, you're pretty stupid." Ryuken raised an eyebrow and stared down Ichigo's challenging glare. "After all this time, you still want to put yourself apart. I find that a little sad."
"You are very strong minded." Ryuken smiled, losing his cold demeanor. "I respect your father, Ichigo. As such, I respect you because you are his son, but you two are the only Shinigami that I will ever truly trust." He sighed and gripped Ichigo's shoulder. "Just stand by my son. You're his friend."
"And you're his father. Shouldn't you.."
"I will always be there for Uryu. Do not doubt that." His eyes softened, and in that moment it was easy to see the love Ryuken had for his son. "Now, I better get back. I do have a hospital to run." He turned and walked off, leaving Ichigo confused and agitated.

~*~

The hot water of the shower loosened Ichigo's stiff muscles as he stood under the spray. He'd found his body in the same position he'd left it in, slumped over, arms and head dangling over the side of the bed. It had taken several minutes of popping and stretching before his own flesh and bones felt normal again. The discomfort of re-entering his body never lasted long and it was preferable over letting Kon take over. He no longer had that option in any case. The hyper mod-soul had long since been taken back to soul society.
He finished his shower, dried and dressed, then called Orihime to let her know he was well and that he would see her later. Their intended conversation would have to wait a bit longer, and in light of the current situation, he thought it best. He also called his boss Ikumi and explained that he would have to take some time off from work. She didn't sound thrilled and even threw in a few choice words, but she had yet to fire him for his lack of dedication to the job. She still was not aware about his role as a shinigami, but it was obvious she knew something important always took him away from work, and she never asked. It was just as well. Sometime soon he would have to stop working at the Unagiya Shop. He had college to think about on top of his Shinigami duties.
Karin and Yuzu were already at school when he came downstairs. He was heading for the kitchen when he saw the old man run at him full on from the hallway. Ichigo blocked him, mid-flying kick, and flipped his father into the opposite wall. Isshin grunted as he pushed off the now damaged plaster with one of his usual goofy grins. Ichigo was too distracted and annoyed to even yell at him for it.
"Son, you are good! I can never get sneaks attacks over on you anymore."
"Too bad it doesn't stop you from trying."
"I'll never quit!" He slapped Ichigo's back, just noticing the damage to the wall. "Oops."
"It's your own fault. I'm not helping you fix it," Ichigo said. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the plate Yuzu had left for him and took it to the table to sit. He started to eat, giving his father a annoyed glance as he sat across from him.
"Aw, come on, don't look at Daddy that way."
"Daddy needs to start acting his age," he said, poking at a bits of steamed rice with his chopsticks. "And I haven't called you Daddy in years."
"Yeah, it's either Dad, old man, or dumbass. Usually in the opposite order." He chuckled, but got serious as he watched him. "What's wrong, Ichigo? You look more distracted than normal."
"It's nothing."
"I doubt that. Only something of importance would make you look extra serious."
Ichigo, no longer hungry, told him what happened last night and about the battle a short time ago, leaving out the part about Orihime and his own feelings about Uryu. That was no ones business but his own, and he sure as hell didn't want his father's advice on romance. He wasn't sure how he would react if he knew his son had those kinds of feelings for another man, and he was in no hurry to find out either.
"I honestly think those Hollows were intentionally going after Uryu and his father."
Isshin nodded. "You could be right, and Urahara probably already has an idea about that himself."
"Yeah, he was acting like it, but I didn't get a chance to really ask." He looked at his half eaten breakfast, the consumed food feeling like it was sitting heavy in his stomach. He threw away the rest and washed his dish in silence.
"What did Ryuken say?"
"Typical of what he usually says and does."
"Stubborn asshole mode?"
"Pretty much."
"I'm used to that," Isshin said. "I'll go talk with him later."
"I'm heading back to Urahara's." Ichigo grabbed his jacket from the coat rack by the door, and he felt to make sure he'd put his badge and cell phone in the pockets of his jeans.
"Be alert out there," Isshin said, heading to open up the clinic.
"Like you need to tell me," he answered, but was no less appreciative of his father's concern as he headed out the door.

~*~

"You're just in time," Tessai said as he sat a box down he was bringing from storage, giving a short nod to Ichigo. Uryu was awake, and in the process of complaining when Ichigo walked inside the shop. He heard his voice carrying all the way to the front and he couldn't help but smile as he passed Jinta and Ururu. "He's been doing that since he woke up about half an hour ago."
"What's he yelling about?"
"He wants to leave, but Urahara is reluctant to allow it, but if he keeps that yelling up he'll have to. It will scare customers away."
"I'll see what I can do." Ichigo went back and tapped on the door before he slide it open. He openly stared at the scene. Urahara was practically on top of Uryu, who was squirming and yelling under his weight. Urahara looked over and smiled, his hat askew on his head as he held Uryu down.
"Ichigo, thank God. Will you please tell this mad man I'm fine and to get the off of me?!"
"Urahara, is that really necessary?" Ichigo stepped in the room, mindful of the slight stab of jealously he got by seeing the blond so close against him.
"Now that you're here, no." Urahara backed off, avoiding a kick from the ruffled Quincy. "He wanted to leave as soon as he woke up, but I thought it best he didn't."
"I just got careless with that Hollow, but I'm fine now."
Urahara raised his hands in defeat and looked to Ichigo, eyes shadowed, but the message was clear by his penetrating look. There was something going on and it would have to be discussed very soon. He left them alone and Ichigo saw Uryu looking and failing to see his clothes anywhere in the room. He was eager to go, but his movement was slow and Ichigo saw him favor one side, hand clamped to it as it still pained him to move around as much as he was. Ichigo watched him unsuccessfully search around before he stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Could you do me a favor and sit?" Uryu stubbornly continued his search for his missing clothes a few moments more before he gave Ichigo a sideways glance. "Besides, your clothes were pretty much ruined with all the blood, and your shirt was shredded."
"Fine, I should have figured that anyway," he muttered and sat with a pained grimace.
"Still bad?"
"Nothing I can't handle. Besides, I felt fine before Urahara pinned me down."
"He was only trying to help..." Uryu gave him another look. "Well, in the way Urahara does anyway."
Uryu resigned himself to silence. Ichigo could understand what he was feeling perfectly. He'd been in the same situation himself a few times. Angry at himself for losing a battle, even if odds had been against him. It was never easy to accept defeat and he didn't expect Uryu to. Ichigo trusted in his strength as a Quincy, but this was different. It hadn't been some random battle, but something with a deadly purpose. He wanted to reach out to Uryu, but he fought down the urge to touch him, his attention focused on his blue eyes. He had his glasses off, and it somehow made his face delicate and surprisingly vulnerable in the soft light of the room.
"Tell me what's going on, Ichigo. Why do I feel like I'm being overprotected? I'm perfectly fine now that my wounds are healed."
"I'm not sure what's going on myself, but I think that Hollow last night came ofter you specifically."
"Not so strange. They are attracted to high reiatsu."
"You're as stubborn as your father."
"What? I'm nothing like my father, and besides, why would you even say that?"
Ichigo explained the situation in quick detail as Uryu sat in rapt, silent attention. He only wished he could have more helpful information as Uryu looked more concerned than his father had. He stayed silent when Ichigo finished, pondering the news in his own way. Ichigo watched his face, Uryu's distraction keeping him from noticing the adoring stare. Ichigo took in the delicate fall of dark hair over his cheek and smiled a bit when Uryu absently brushed the strands behind his ear and nibbled his bottom lip while in his deep train of thought. He wanted to kiss him. Just lean right over and do it and he even felt his body shift forwards in the warm haze of the moment. If Uryu hadn't looked straight on him just at that moment, he knew he would have taken the plunge, but the serious look in Uryu's eyes stopped him dead.
"Does Urahara know anything then?" he asked.
"Um..I'm guessing so, but he hasn't outright said yet." Ichigo swallowed. "He was probably waiting until you woke up."
"Typical, but fair enough." Uryu said, absently rubbing his side again.
"Maybe I should call Orihime over again," he said, watching him.
"It's fine, really just a bit sore." He looked to him. "Speaking of, did you tell her yet?"
"Really? You're asking that with all that's going on right now?"
"Well, I suppose you're right in that," Uryu said softly.
"Actually, I tried this morning, but when the Hollow attacked it kinda took away the opportunity." Uryu nodded. "Besides, I might have chickened out anyway," Ichigo added with a soft mutter.
"Ichigo." Uryu sighed.
"I can't help it. I just don't want to hurt her. I can barely stomach the thought."
"Think of it this way. If you were really in love with someone, wouldn't you want to know how that person truly felt about you?"
Ichigo swallowed and looked at him. "Yes," he whispered, "I would." He broke eye contact with Uryu before he could let too much emotion show. "I get it, but for now could you get off my case about it? Until all this mess is over at least?"
"Fine." Uryu relented and lay back on the mat. "Could you head over to my apartment and get me some clothes? Guess I'm not going anywhere at all until then anyway, so I might as well rest a bit more."
"Sure." Ichigo grabbed the key by his wallet. "I'll give Chad and Orihime a call too. I have a feeling Urahara might want them over when he decides to tell us what he knows."
Uryu's eyes were already closed as he left him. He did not see Urahara as he headed for the door, and told Tessai he would be back soon. He made his calls on the way to find out Chad was working, but he would come straight over once he was done. Orihime was out with Tatsuki, but said she would come as soon as she could. Ichigo could tell by the sound of her voice she was eager to continue their conversation when they got the chance. He was likely to catch Hell from Tatsuki after all was said and done too. One girl sobbing while the other was punching his head in. He laughed soft under his breath at the image of it in his head, not really thinking it was funny in the least. Uryu would probably approve of Tatsuki's wrath, and he'd be right to.
By the time he got to Uryu's apartment building, he wasn't thinking about the 'Orihime' problem anymore. He was thinking about the Hollow one, trying to work out what could be going on. Still thinking it over, he went inside the small, tidy apartment and wandered to Uryu's bedroom to gather what he needed. He searched the closet and grabbed out a small duffel bag and couldn't help but stare at it. It was white with the blue cross Ichigo had seen so many times before. Uryu had obviously made it, because he'd never seen this design anywhere else. He smiled a bit and tossed it on the bed, then searched through the neatly organized closet for some clothes. He grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt, folding them up to slip into the bag, looking around the room for anything else he might need.
He spotted the dresser and went to it, opening the drawer to pull out a pair of sock and underwear, stopping a moment to look at the contents. Ichigo shook his head and smirked. Even his sock and underwear drawer was tidy, each article of clothing folded and laid out just so in neat rows. He grabbed what was needed and went over to the bag and stuffed the socks in. He held the soft folded boxers in his hand a moment, fingers brushing the cloth. His lips parted and he felt the same heat he got every time he'd fantasized about Uryu. He quickly stuffed the boxers in the bag and zipped it briskly, feeling like a huge pervert. It didn't help that he felt his loins stirring as he stood there by his bed that he slept on every night.
Ichigo grit his teeth and closed his eyes tight. It wasn't the time to have a full blown fantasy, but standing here in this place was making his will waver a bit. He thought of how Uryu looked as they talked earlier, the sound of his voice, the soft fall of his hair along his handsome face and the cool blue of his eyes. He took a deep breath to cool off, but it only intensified his desire. The clean smell of the room mixed with the natural scent of Uryu filled his senses. He could even feel traces of his reiatsu here from everything he'd touched, the strongest traces from the bed he found himself sitting heavy on. The crotch of his jeans felt much too tight, the pulsing throb of his cock aching to be touched. His fantasy's name passed his lips in a shaky whisper as his hand rubbed slow over his trapped erection.
Ichigo knew he shouldn't; knew that it wasn't right to do such a thing on Uryu's bed, but before he could stop himself he pushed back on the mattress more and lay back, hastily working open his belt and jeans, panting as he tugged them down just enough to free his arousal from his boxers. His fingers wrapped around, the feel of them cool against his hot length. He moaned and began to stroke slow, images of Uryu beneath him, on top and begging for him, urged him on more until his hand was working at a steady pleasurable pace. He gripped the blanket that lay soft under his body, hips working in time with his strokes, listening to the soft slap of flesh and the creak of the bed, his breath coming in hot and furious gasps.
"Uryu..I need you. Uryu...," he muttered and strained, other hand moving down to play over his balls, his strokes along his cock feverish and rough as he climbed higher to orgasm. "Uryu," he groaned one last time, hips arching, fingers gripped harder with the last few strokes before he climaxed heavy and hard, hand cupping up to catch his release in the midst of the pleasure. It was only then that he opened his eyes, breathing heavy, body limp from the orgasm, hands still curled around his organ with the sticky warm mess against his palm. The warm glow slowly turned to shame as he lay there, slightly dazed from what he'd just done.
"Dammit," he cursed soft and eased off the bed, mindful to be careful with the mess and shuffled to the bathroom to clean up. He went about it quickly, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror as he cleaned and stuffed his now limp member back into his boxers and fastened his jeans and belt. He washed his hands a second time, biting down on his lip hard, forcing himself to look at his reflection. His face was still flushed from his activity and he sighed, splashing cold water on his face to cool down. He dried up, still not satisfied by the way he looked, but figured by the time he got back to Urahara's all would be normal again.
He looked fast over the counter and grabbed up Uryu's toothbrush and a few toiletries he'd probably want and went back into the bedroom. He gave the bed a look and grimaced, stuffing the items in the bag with his clothes before he smoothed out the wrinkles over the blanket and tried to make it as neat as when he'd come into the room. It took him several minutes before he was satisfied it looked like it had, and he grabbed up the bag and left the room in a hurry, not chancing a look back. He locked the door behind him and hurried down the stairs to leave the apartment behind, but what he'd done was harder to get away from.
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