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Ichigo being Uryuu’s protective brother

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[offers a red velvet cupcake]

Peculiar. The female offering the pastry is vaguely familiar -- he's seen her once or twice since he had come to the academy -- but they weren't exactly friends. They weren't on unpleasant terms, either, but he still finds the situation a bit odd. He's not even sure if they've spoken before.

Nonetheless, he accepts the offer with a polite smile, head tilting slightly to the side in his own curiosity. { ☓ }—"Thank you, miss . . .? I don't think I've ever gotten your name." 

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Over his stay at Iwakiri, Uryu had come to a few conclusions. One -- the place was likely to burst into sound and commotion at any moment. Two -- it was near impossible to do anything in peace without getting interrupted. Three -- there was still no obvious escape. Four -- the forest was one of the only spots where he could achieve a semblance of silence. He never ventured too far into the depths of the green, preferring to stay on the outskirts where he could observe the school and also stay out of sight. 

It had saved him from being lit on fire quite a few times and for that he was thankful. The greenery was a bit lonely, that was true, but it wasn't at all a new feeling for the Quincy. Alone was safe. Alone was natural. 

After a few visits to the forest, he had learned that being uncomfortable was an easy price to pay for peace. There were no places for him to sit without dirtying himself and he wasn't about to do something unseemly in case someone stumbles by him and sees him hanging from a tree branch. It was on his third day to the forest that he took to simply leaning against a tree and staring off into the distance. 

He wasn't at all biased -- not at all -- when he said that he looked fairly cool. If there was something like a Cool Kingdom there was no doubt in Uryu's mind that he would be the Cool Prince of Coolness. Not that. . . he was thinking about that or even considering the idea. Of course not. That would be inane and a waste of time. 

It's with these thoughts in his mind that he notes a familiar presence approaching and decides not to hide. He had been meaning to speak with said presence for a while now. He is filled with a bit of dread, that much he can't deny, but that's only because he isn't sure how this meet will go. He steps from the shadows when she speaks his name. 

     { ☓ }—"It's nice to see you, Kuchiki-san." A pleasant start; it likely wouldn't last. "How are. . . things?" There's not much he can ask now that he's with the Quincy, not much he would feel comfortable saying. While his loyalties technically were never with the Shinigami, he had never been particularly against Kuchiki Rukia. She had been a friend, almost. "Would you like to walk with me?" 

Familiarity | Uryu & Rukia

It passed a few days since she last met and spoke to Orihime. Meeting the ginger did brought her back good old memories, all of them it also included the image of the young man with raven haired, and peculiar glasses. The petite woman did not need to speak to understand his actions all along, and she trusted this was reciprocate given the fact both were rather reserved.

Rukia let go a soft sigh as she walked back from the forest, already getting used to the path she was walking by. Despise the situation that was taking place between shinigamis and quincies lately, if there was one quincy she didn’t saw as an enemy, it must’ve been him all along.

Although, to stay with his kind, if that’s what he choose, she was no one to argue or to ask. It was his own business, but if a time came where he was in need of help, she was one to intervene then.

The petite woman stopped her tracks and crossed her arms, this situation was complicated, much more than she ever thought it could. There were days where she wondered if her actions would be just the way she thought and expected. All this questions invaded her the moment Soul Society was first invaded, and now, here at Iwakiri with the familiar reiatsu this thoughts didn’t ceased to haunt her down.

The violet eyed, raised her head to continue her way but instantly stopped her movements by noticing a familiar figure just a few steps from her.

"Ishida?"

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[knocks on his door] "Ishida-kun! Are you in there?"

                         Achoo. 

The archer rubs at his face, pushing away any signs of illness or lack of sleep. Busy as he might be, he had no one but himself to blame for his sleepless nights. He was the one working himself so hard, after all, the one refusing to rest as long as he needed. 

Responsible as he was, he was about to remedy his situation with a nap when a knock came from his door. He might have ignored the sound if it weren't for the voice that followed and the fact that he didn't have it in him to ignore Inoue on top of everything else he was doing. 

It took only a few seconds for him to straighten out his appearance and pull open the door, attempting to smile in greeting. { ☓ }—"Inoue-san." He pushed the door open further, inviting her in, and continued, "Did you need something?" 

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hey uryu-san how are you doing today fine i hope deanna

     { ☓ }—"Hello Deanna-san." He nodded at her in greeting, a tiny smile pushing his lips upward. "I've been fairly busy recently but aside from that I am doing fine. Thank you for asking. How about yourself?"

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Being auctioned off without his consent or knowledge was a terrible thing. It was beyond humiliating and it was all the archer could do to wake up that morning, stare at the floor for a few minutes while wallowing in loathing, and get up. He didn't bother trying to think of a way out of the servitude he had been sold into -- he was a stickler for rules, even at the worst of times, and it didn't help any that he actually didn't mind the cause of the action. Fundraisers were usually something he excelled at. 

Of course, he'd never seen a fundraiser where people were bought without permission and forced to do whatever their master commanded (with some limits, thankfully) but the point still stood. He was humiliated and there was nothing he could do about it.

While he was the slightest bit relieved at who his buyer was (it could have been someone far more terrible) he was also filled with dread. Rangiku Matsumoto, in the moments when Uryu had interacted with her, was full of energy and -- he was embarrassed to even think it -- an abundance of sexual appeal. Not that the Quincy was at all affected by that or even bothered (of course not). It just made things extremely uncomfortable. 

It was early in the morning that he knocked at her door. He was prepared to greet her and possibly even thank her for 'saving' him, as he was nothing if not good mannered, but he was ushered in and a uniform was shoved in his face. Did she really expect him to change right here in front of her? Ah, but she was the one who had won him in the auction and therefor he didn't really have a choice in the matter. 

     { ☓ }—"Very well, Matsumoto-san." If she insisted, he may call her 'Matsumoto-sama' but all of the other names were ridiculous. He was having trouble being thankful to her. By the time he pulled off his shirt and dressed in his uniform -- quick, precise movements, face expressionless aside from a small blush that he would deny, all of his original clothes folded and in his arms when he was done -- he found that he wasn't thankful at all. 

The butler outfit and tons of literature were his only help on what next to do. (What would a normal butler do in this situation?) { ☓ }—"Are you hungry, miss? I could prepare you breakfast." 

I'll Be Gentle With You (Rangiku/Ishida)

Yes, due to her quick nature - Rangiku was able to swoop two good-looking guys to serve her to almost anything. Even though, most of her money was placed into these two, the blonde would try to make this situation and get them to do everything and with style as well.

Hearing a couple of knocks on her door, the Shinigami ran to her door, and opened it as she pulled Ishida inside her dorm room. “Ah, Uryu! Long time no see, huh? I saved you from a couple of weirdos in that auditions, I’m sure that they would have made do some heavy-lifting type of work. Though, I’ll be a little more laid-back with both of you guys. You, and Haschwalth or whatever his name is, but I assure you that I got the most hottest guys on the list!” Matsumoto exclaimed, pulling out a butler outfit and tossing it at the bespectacled Quincy.

"—If you’re gonna serve under me, you have to look good doing it. Now, hurry up and change right here! There’s no time to waste, you have a lot of things to do." 

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"Hm, maybe you should call me: Matsumoto-sama, My dearest Rangiku, or The Most, Beautiful Shinigami of the whole entire world. There’s such a lot of good names to pick from." 

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If their relationship hadn't been as it was, so filled with animosity and bitter glares, he might have asked if Bazz-B was alright. The pink-headed idiot truly did look worried, shifting around and closing the curtains, completely shutting the two of them off from the outside world. It was. . . odd, certainly, but not wholly unexpected considering what the subject matter was likely going to be. 

It wouldn't do for the Quincy's business to be overheard or glanced upon so he didn't bother voicing his complaints. It was only when the pyromaniac demanded he turn on music -- suggested, actually, but anything coming from Bazz-B sounded like a demand -- that Uryu actually allowed his brow to furrow. { ☓ }—"We're not going to be talking loudly, these walls aren't too thin, and most people on this side of the dorms are elsewhere."

Still, despite pointing out all of that, he turned away (only rolling his eyes in exasperation when he knew he couldn't be seen) and turned on some music. His favored music; if Bazz-B was so desperate for sound, he would have to deal with Uryu's tastes. Requiem by Mozart came on (in D minor) and though the music was calming, a quick adjustment to the volume and it would do to drown out their voices for the most part. 

     { ☓ }—"Now talk." 

THE GRINDING: (TARGET A)

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{ ♚ }  [  I have returned! First two weeks of my summer have gone splendid and I got to see my best friend! (Who I haven't seen since last summer. Aaah, distance sucks. She's still here for a month or so longer, so yay for that!)

Anyhoo, I'm getting to replies now but since I've been gone for about two weeks I wanted to ask if anyone wanted to drop any threads (that's understandable) and also ask if anyone would like to plot some threads with Uryu-babu? ]

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                       That wasn't--                        It couldn't be.                         Was that his name on the auction lineup? 

Inoue's, as well, and there's not much he can do to help her as he's apparently become a prize himself. 

     { ☓ }—". . ." This could not have turned out worse.

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Then do it dummy! Go ask her out on a picnic

     { ☓ }—"I don't see how this is any of your business." 

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stop being a scaredy cat >:( go and ask her you four eyes!

     { ☓ }—"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anonymous-san. I am not afraid.”

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*leaves love letter*

                       Doesn't notice said love letter.                        He has way too much homework to do. 

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While meeting up with someone wasn't too much of a hassle, there were a million other things that he could be doing with his time. He didn't want to become comfortable at this academy, didn't want this place to even begin to resemble a home. A part of him knew that was becoming more and more difficult to do when he looked at himself in a mirror, lips frowning, dressed in casual but nice clothing. 

This wasn't anything too strange, he told himself when he arrived at the coffee shop -- a bit early, but not enough that he'd be standing there for too long. It wasn't a leisurely meeting. He was going to be giving and getting information, was going to be furthering his investigation of this peculiar place. That his search for information led him to a quaint coffee shop for something that was looking more and more like a date was inevitable. 

Despite his inner protests, he found that he didn't actually mind all that much. When he saw a somewhat recognizable blob of pink hair making its way toward him, he realized that he really wasn't at all reluctant. Intelligent conversation was a hard thing to come by for him and he had enjoyed his last talk with the curious girl. Things could be worse.

Regardless of how suspicious this was all seeming, he may enjoy himself. 

     { ☓ }—"I haven't been here long at all," he reassured, idly musing about how weird it was to be called senpai. Most younger students at his old school avoided talking to him; he came off as busy and unapproachable. He'd arrived only ten minutes ago and despite her worry she hadn't been all that late. 

Right. They were here for a reason. He nodded at her question and led her to the entrance, holding the door open so that she could walk in. As much as he didn't mind meeting with her, it was a bit uncomfortable. { ☓ }—"I was told you'd have some more questions about my world but we can get something to drink first. There's no hurry." 

иσт α вα∂ тнιиg { Sakura & Uryu }

    Sakura scurried toward the coffee shop, checking the watch she’d taken to wearing since arriving at Iwakiri. “Sheesh…I hope I haven’t kept him waiting too long~”

    The pinkette had suffered an unusual dilemma, finding it difficult to decide on her attire for the evening. It’s not like this is a date, or anything…It was just two relative strangers meeting for coffee at the behest of an outside party. A small voice in the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like that ‘Inner’ personality of hers from years past murmured that it sure sounded like a date —

    “Ino….” So, that was the source of the odd feeling from earlier, when she’d been confronted by the blonde. She’d known something was a bit off…

   Well, it was far too late to worry about that now. She’d eventually settled on something comfortable, and left a small note for her roommate, in case she came back before Sakura returned to their room and worried. Seeing her destination looming ahead filled the medic with a bit of relief, spiking marginally when she also caught sight of the familiar figure of the male that she’d spoken to only once before…at some length.

    “Ah — Ishida-senpai~! You haven’t been here too long, have you? Sorry about that! Something came up,” she explained, expelling a long breath as soon as she came to a halt in front of him. “So…Shall we?”

      This isn’t awkward at all…Except it was; after all, it wasn’t like they knew one another that well. 

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The threat didn't phase him at all. It wasn't nearly as dramatic as having an arrow shot at his face. He wasn't afraid. He had no reason to be. While he did think that Bazz-B would do as much as he could to make Uryu's life hell, he was confident in his own abilities and also fairly certain of the fact that the pink-headed Quincy respected Yhwach and Uryu's lineage enough to not actually attempt a murder. A few burns, bruises, and cuts were a different story, of course, but Uryu wasn't bothered by that either.

     { ☓ }—"I would think that a soldier, little or not, would be able to bide his time with something other than harassing his own comrades." While they may not be friends, may not like each other, they were both Quincy and members of the Sternritter. "You're not a robot. You're capable of functioning without orders." That, and Uryu wasn't going to play Bazz-B's game. "We're done here." 

This punk.. Gritting his teeth together, he needed to start choosing his words more carefully. Ishida was the sort with more to say than he could physically offer, whereas Bazz-B would rather burn the building down than bother with words. This was the game they were playing though, and it was his move. “We all obey His Majesty because he’s wise. Powerful, too. Knows how to get rid of freeloaders.”

"Problem is with little ol’ soldiers like me, is that without orders we’re likely to start getting a little restless. Restless isn’t good, especially not for you." He let that sink in for a moment. The threat was thinly veiled. "Go on boss, give me some orders. Let me obey your every whim and fancy."

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you should ask hime on a date

     { ☓ }—"I’m sure Inoue is too busy for something like that." 

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