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The Blind Date	By : yaoiismyantidrug Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Week Two: Stay Forever

And I want to know, do you feel the same way?
'Cause if you do I want to stay forever
With you

When Chad gets to the Starplex at 7:15 that Friday, Uryuu’s waiting for him there under the awning. He’s early. Of course.
He doesn’t seem to be looking in Chad’s direction, but out into the street traffic instead, so Chad waits until he gets within a few feet of him to announce himself.
“Uryuu,” Chad says, in a conversational tone.
Uryuu’s head whips around, hair swinging into his face. “Sa—Chad,” he says, his face beginning to light up in a smile before he obscures it by looking down and trying to put his hair back in order.
Chad smiles back anyway. He uses the excuse to take a closer look at what Uryuu’s wearing: a tweed blazer that should make him look like an old man—but which somehow manages to make him look even more intelligent than he usually does—over a white button-up shirt, left open at the throat. Pants are dark, hard to tell the color in the yellowish lights under the awning. Chad can tell that Uryuu took great care to shine his wingtip shoes; those reflect the light quite well.
He makes Chad feel underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt, covered up with a fleece-lined jacket. He’s wearing his perennially muddy work boots. He thinks that he should have at least changed into some of his nicer—cleaner—boots.
Chad’s still smiling, and when Uryuu looks up at him, he smiles back. A more reserved one, this time. “You look great,” Uryuu says. “That’s a wonderful jacket.”
“Thanks,” Chad says, a little more at ease now. “You look...” The first word that comes to mind is fancy, though that sounds rather insulting. Then there’s special, which also sounds like an insult, or fantastic, a word that’s miles away from his usual vocabulary. Like I could eat you up, passes across his mind, and he pushes that aside for later consideration.
Uryuu’s looking pained now, and Chad realizes he’s let the pause go on for far too long. “Really good,” he settles on, though that doesn’t do Uryuu’s appearance tonight justice. So he repeats it, with emphasis. “Really good.”
A part of him wants to tell Uryuu he looks like a fashion model, because it’s the truth, but Uryuu’s already grinning.
“Thank you. I’m glad you think so. I was afraid I’d overdone it,” Uryuu says, and he sounds as if he’s being genuine, instead of fishing for another compliment.
Chad shakes his head. “No.”
“Good.” Uryuu smiles for a few more seconds, face pinkening, before he straightens his face and says, “Shall we? I’ll get the tickets. I insist.”
“Fine,” says Chad. “But I’ll get concessions.”
Uryuu seems to consider this, his eyebrows drawing down. “I couldn’t—”
“I insist,” Chad says, serious. “You don’t know how much I eat.”
Uryuu blows out a little puff of air. “Fine. But next— Never mind.”
Chad thinks he knows exactly what Uryuu was going to say, and he struggles not to smile at the consternation that passes over Uryuu’s face. Chad is certain he's forgotten some things about Uryuu, in the years they haven’t seen each other, but this much he remembers clearly: Uryuu is temperamental at times, and easily irritated. Right now he’s irritated at himself. Which is no good.
“Let’s go,” Chad says, with an easy, relaxed smile, hoping he can get Uryuu to mirror him. To his relief, Uryuu does.
“All right.”
At the concession stand, Uryuu’s eyes widen as Chad’s making his order. When prompted, Uryuu asks for a bottle of water, of all things, and looks aghast at the cost of Chad’s Extra Large Everything Plus Two Candies and a Hot Dog (and One Water).
“Here, can you carry this?” Chad asks once they pass the usher podium. He hands Uryuu his boxes of candy, not sure why; he doesn't need the help. Maybe he just wants Uryuu to feel included in all this junk food.
Uryuu’s shoulder is warm and firm against his when they sit. Uryuu seems to try to lean away, but another patron sits on that side, making Uryuu lean back toward Chad, their arms pressing even harder together. After half an hour of the movie has gone by, Uryuu reaches into the popcorn tub and takes a small handful. He pops it into his mouth, engrossed in the film, then reaches back in. He withdraws his hand as if burned.
“Sorry! I didn’t—”
“It’s fine, Uryuu. Have as much as you want,” Chad says quietly, barely audible over the sound of the movie. He situates the tub closer to Uryuu so that he can reach it easier.
Their fingers brush together several times. Chad doesn’t mind.

On the sidewalk after the final credits roll, they begin walking home together, again.
“I didn't think I’d like that as much as I did,” Uryuu says, his face bright and animated.
“Why not?” Chad asks, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets.
Uryuu expounds on the film, the positives and negatives, his favorite parts, gesturing with his hands and looking up at Chad more often than their last walk. Chad is looking down at him more often, too, a mellow smile on his face, enjoying this enthusiastic Uryuu. He responds now and then, but they both seem happy to let Uryuu do the majority of the talking.
It seems like no time at all has passed before they’re standing in front of Chad’s dorm building. They slow to a stop and stand facing each other in front of the steps. Uryuu’s looking up at him, flawless pale skin and wind-pinkened cheeks and big blue eyes, and Chad wonders. Am I supposed to kiss him?
He’s not… quite ready. He doesn’t really feel it yet. Not until he must have considered for too long, because Uryuu says, “I had a good time, tonight. Good night, Chad,” and begins to turn away, to start his walk home.
Now, Chad feels… something. He reaches out and loosely grips Uryuu’s upper arm. He feels like he wants to see Uryuu again, at the very least. Uryuu turns toward him, his black hair spreading dark as a raven’s wing against his pale cheek, his eyes wide.
“Wait, Uryuu,” Chad says. “I…”
Uryuu frowns up at him, whether puzzled or annoyed, Chad can’t tell. He knows he has to say something. Soon.
“Do you… want to go out again?” Chad asks.
“I’d like that,” Uryuu says, his lips curling up in a sweet smile that makes him look five years younger, like the teenager who, locked in a holding cell in Soul Society and heavily bandaged due to grievous injury, was nevertheless enchanted by a simple butterfly.
Chad smiles back, and they’re silent, staring into each other’s faces, until Uryuu clears his throat. His face takes on a dryly amused expression when he says, “Dewar’s? Friday at 7:30?”
Chad leans back on his heels, tucking his hands back into his pockets. “Sounds great.”
“Good. I’ll see you then,” Uryuu says. He hesitates just a fraction of a second too long for it to be a natural gesture, then reaches out and gently squeezes Chad’s forearm through his jacket. He looks flustered again. “Good night, Chad.”
“Good night, Uryuu,” Chad says, but Uryuu’s already walking away.
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“Hey, Chad.” Ichigo’s not eating, this time. He does sound like he’s been drinking, though.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” Ichigo asks.
Chad is silent for a few seconds, but Ichigo knows not to interrupt before he gets a thought out. Finally, Chad says, “I think I have a crush on the Quincy.”
Ichigo chuckles. “I knew it.”
“I didn’t.”
“So have you two been hanging out or something?”
“...We just had our second date,” Chad says.
“When did you have your first date?” Ichigo sounds incredulous. Whether of the fact that they’ve actually had two dates, or that Chad never told him about the first one, Chad’s not sure.
“Last Saturday.”
“...And??” Ichigo knows Chad well enough not to be aggravated, or even surprised at his short, detail-less answers.
“It was… a little strange. It was a blind date.”
“But you… know each other.”
“That was why it was weird.”
“Weird because… never mind. Tell me about the second date. That’s why you called.”
“We went to see a movie. He looked good. He ate some of my popcorn. I thought I might kiss him.”
When Chad doesn’t elaborate, Ichigo asks, “Well? Did you?”
“No.”
Ichigo sighs. “Is he actually going to see you again after you didn’t kiss him on your second date?”
“Yes. Next Friday.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… you’d better kiss that dude. I don’t want to feel you moping from all the way over here in Karakura when he doesn’t want to go out with you anymore.”
Chad’s smiling into the phone. “I will.”
Ichigo laughs a little. “Good.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Ichigo.”
“Night, Chad.”

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A/N: I have Americanized this all to hell, and I’m halfway sorry lol. Sometimes it’s the only way I could get a scene/a plot point to work, and sometimes it’s just the way I wanted it. So I guess yeah, my apologies if it bothers you :D;;;
Thanks to struck3xbylightning for beta reading this chapter! :D
Thanks for reading, and if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it! :)
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