the hard way out;

I choose to do things my way.    No more excuses or "maybe next time".              No more  "I should have", "it was for the best",        or "there was nothing I could do".    I will do things my way.   I am a Quincy, and there is nothing that I  { can't }        do.  Class: 3-B House: 3A-A Roommate: N/A Member of Home Handicrafts Club, Sewing Club, and the Archery team. -----Affiliated with NaruBleach

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A gentle smile appeared on the Uzumaki realizing the spot where the bespectacled boy cleaned, “You didn’t really have to do that, Uryu-san. Though I’m glad that you helped me out a bit.” Kushina was glad that there were students like him still in the world. His mother must have been very proud of him for having such a well-behaved son, it made her think of Naruto and when he would attend the academy. Pouring tea into her cup, she lifted it up and took a small sip as she heard his favor for her, and gently placed it back on the table. “Tutor you? That wouldn’t be a problem for me. I’ll be happy to help you out, that’s why I’m a teacher. Do you have anything in mind on what kind of cake you want it to be?” What a promising student he deemed to be, she was going to be glad to have someone like him around the classroom. “Ah, that is normal for anyone. None of the best cooks are born with an ability to bake or cook, you learn by experience.” 

"By the way, Uryu-san… I’ve noticed that you aren’t a Shinigami. You’re a human, though you have some sort of special abilities, right? I don’t want to seem rude though I was curious on what they were." Kushina felt bad for asking, but if the young man asked about her powers, she wouldn’t refuse on telling him. Maybe not mention about how the Nine-Tails was sealed inside her, but just the basic things. 

[quincybow]

The fact that his tidying up had been caught was embarrassing, but not so much that he would retreat. He was a stout and strong person. No amount of motherly doting or attention could make him bow. Even if the cookies, which he had tasted while she spoke, were extremely good. Amazing, even. It seems he had come to the right person after all. "That's the thing," he coughed, clearing his throat in the process, and managed a small but polite smile, half a cookie still in hand. "I don't really know much about cake, so any of my suggestions would probably be bad. Do you have a favorite type?" Uryū dipped his chin the smallest bit, almost like an apologetic bow for his demanding favor, but continued nonetheless. "We can just go with that, if you don't mind too much." As long as the cake tasted well in the end, he was sure that the party it was intended for would enjoy it. They would probably enjoy it even if it was bad but he was a bit of a perfectionist. 

"You're not rude," the young man assured, crossing his legs and in turn settling farther into his seat. It seemed as if this conversation had the potential to be long and explanatory, especially as he had questions on this subject as well. "I'm what's known as a Quincy. You're right to notice that I'm human, and I'm very proud of that, but Quincy have the ability to control Reishi -- something similar to energy." He was only giving this information so freely as it was a sort of trade; he would explain a few things and she would explain some as well. "Which leads me to something I've noticed. People like you. Human, definitely not Quincy, but harboring some sort of other aura. What are you?" 

[quincybow]

ur so cuuuute when you blush u//w//u *gives him a small kiss on the cheek* you should wear that quincy uniform more often B)

With a quick shift of his footing, he turned away from her, not at all finding enjoyment in the fact that his blush had been pointed out. If there was one thing he wasn't used to, it was-- well.. this. "Thank you for the compliment, but I would ask that you please don't touch me. Or kiss me." 

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[quincy-princess]

"Tea? Of course we do! We have wide selection of tea in our cafe, I’m sure that you’ll find something that you’ll enjoy. And then you’ll be waited by the best in the cafe, which is me." She proposed to the dark-haired Quincy, he did seem like Ryuuken somehow. Though their different personalities were both soothing to Masaki, with Uryu — she felt like she was at the Ishida household again. "I’ll save some for later, Uryu-san! It is your first day here and I wouldn’t want to add more weight on your shoulder. We’ll have all the time in the world to talk, right? You won’t regret coming to Iwakiri, there’s plenty of interesting things to do here." She added with a smile, hopefully Ryuuken would be joining them soon. 

Her smile slowly diminished hearing the news about her adoptive father, the last time she seen him was before he left to talk with others of their race. Masaki recalled him as a kind man, much nicer than Auntie. “Soken-sama is dead, huh? It’s strange knowing about him since he promised me that he’ll start teaching me along side Ryuu-chan once he come back from his trip. Even though he wasn’t my real father; Soken-sama was a kind man towards me. I’m sure that he was pleased to meet his grandson, he always was chatting about me and Ryuu-chan’s future. It was strange, but I’ve always liked talking to him, even if it was a brief moment.” She wondered how hard it was for Ryuuken, there was no telling how he would react, maybe it would have been best if she hasn’t left her world. 

"Uryu-san," Even though he was a Quincy, he had friends that were Shinigami. And still hated them. He sure was different from the others, though it seem like he was hiding something else. "I’m confused about my feelings towards them. They killed my family, and yet I don’t hate them. I think if Auntie would hear me talking like this, she’ll probably scold me. I am a pure-blood, and there aren’t so many of us left." 

[quincybow]

As hard as it was to believe, Uryū had once been an advocate of reconciling with the Shinigami, the same as his grandfather. It was when his grandfather had died that his own dissent had started. More than that, he became enraged when he found that the Shinigami could have prevented his grandfather's death. That they chose not to. It was because of that, if nothing else, that he still held an innate anger towards them. He knew it didn't make sense, that they were not all responsible for the Quincy deaths, and he respected that. But this was a war, whether they accepted it or not.

He wouldn't be ignorant again. 

"I certainly hope I won't regret coming here," he said, doing his best to keep the conversation light. While it hadn't exactly been his choice to come here -- he had quite literally just gone through a door and found himself in this city -- he did know that he would have to make the best of it. "I am glad that you're here, Kurosaki-san." She was nothing like her son, yet at the same time she held very similar traits as him. He couldn't help but sympathize with Ichigo this one time (he would never do this again), and wonder how the auburn-haired male would have turned out had Masaki lived longer. Even if she wasn't alive in his timeline, she was alive here, and that put a very strange theory in his mind. One that he wouldn't think on more until later.

"I don't think that a blood status should prevent someone from believing something that they want to believe. Pure blood or not, you are who you are before everything else. Don't hate them without reason. That would be naive," he said, and he wasn't sure if he was reassuring her or himself. "Hate them because that's what you've chosen to do. Or don't hate them. Do whatever it is you want to do. Just remember that you're a Quincy. There aren't as much of us as there once was, and that's not something that can be forgotten." It was only after he had spoke that he realized how badly his words could be used against him, if relayed back to the Sternritter. Still, he didn't think Masaki was a danger to him. As stupid as it was, he trusted her -- or he trusted her as much as someone like he could. 

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"Are you doubting your fellow classmate?" Hummed the chemistry teacher as he approached the raven haired male from behind, a sly smirk on his face.

[quincybow]

Though he was very adept at sensing things around him, the young man had been focused on something else. The sudden surge of energy -- a recognizable energy, at that -- wasn't something he welcomed. Eyes narrowed, shoulders squared, and he turned on his heel to address his old enemy and now-teacher. "Not at all," Uryū spoke quietly, calmly. "I was just expressing my surprise. Surely there's nothing wrong with that... sensei?" 

[quincybow]

uryu cant you understand that how hot you look???? own it!!! just like how uchiha itachi does e//v//e

That was one of the other residents here, was it not? He wasn't sure, but he was pretty certain he had heard that Uchiha Itachi attended the college -- or was he just graduating soon? He didn't know. He'd have to research more. 

"Do I really look hot? I don't seem to have a temperature, so you--." Oh. That's what she meant. A light flush made it's way to the young man's face, calling for him to tug at the collar of his uniform uncomfortably. Now he was feeling overheated. Polite as he was, he had to reply. "I'll work on.. owning that." 

[quincybow]

medical attention? oh pls ovo you're the one that needs it if you haven't realize how handsome you are!! e///v///e

"Please hold on, miss. I'll find you a nurse immediately. For some reason you continue to associate frivolous things like appearance with me and that suggests that you're delirious."

[keigoieiekeigo-blog]

"Of course it was a compliment! A not compliment would be, 'wow Uryuu you look even girlier than when we were fourteen'  or 'good to see you're still a giant nerd' but I didn’t say those things…uh…because they’re not true.” He smiled sheepishly. “It’s good to see you man. And what I meant was, it’s good to see you talk to people. Plus, you look…confident!”

[quincybow]

"I've always looked confident," he said sternly. Asano's intent wasn't lost on him, however, so Uryū wasn't as cross as he was pretending to be. If anything, he was grateful that the male was showing concern -- in his own Asano-esque way, of course. "And I've never looked girly or nerdy, so those would be invalid 'not compliments' regardless." He coughed into his hand, working hard to keep a serious expression. "It's pleasant to see you, as well. I actually wasn't expecting you to be here, which is foolish. It seems like everyone is being dragged here, one way or another." 

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Orihime returned the worker’s kind smile (or at least she believed it was meant to be kind— could’ve just had a very bad day, who knows?) and greeted her back before Ishida cut them off and led her away. By now she got the idea that he might want to talk about a rather serious topic seeing as they were on their way to a corner without anyone else around. She didn’t like it. She wanted to be happy, to be away from anything that could drag her and her friends down.

She tilted her head to the side curiously, wondering if he was mad at Ichigo for some reason— although they were always somewhat angry with each other, and quite often without any reason at all. Of course, she wouldn’t dare ask why he seemed so distant— if he actually wanted her to know he would tell her so she was a little anxious about the rest of the conversation and what might await her.

The healer suddenly fell very silent given that her friend was so serious now. It seemed as though he didn’t want anyone to hear what he had to say— and it worried her as it meant it was something she probably didn’t even want to hear herself. Just as she thought, it was the very thing she wanted to forget about as soon as possibly— and he really had to bring it up right after they finally met again. Completely ruined the mood. “What about them..? Please don’t let it be anything bad.”

[quincybow]

Bringing up something serious during their reunion probably wasn’t the smoothest move on his part, but it was something he felt needed to be done. He wanted to make sure that his friend – and yes, he was able to admit that Orihime was his friend (at least to himself) – was aware of the things going on around them. Some of it had to do with the war, and that alone left a pit in his stomach, but a lot of it also involved this academy. This place was an anomaly and he was beginning to suspect that there was far more going on here beneath the surface than he had originally assumed. He had already known that this place wasn’t normal, with all the powerful and interesting people trapped here, as well as there being some brought back from the dead, but it was more than that.

The archer heaved another sigh as the auburn-haired girl proved once again that she was far wiser than she let on. She knew when things were serious, he noticed, and she always tried to cheer everyone up. Not now. She must have realized that Uryū needed her to pay attention. He didn’t bother reminding her that ‘them’ also included him. He was a Quincy, part of the group that had been hunted, and that wasn’t something he could forget. “I wouldn’t use the word ‘bad’ to describe what I need to tell you about them, but it’s not particularly cheery.” He eyed her again, blue eyes taking in her delicate features; her face always, though she was good at hiding it from dense people like Kurosaki, screamed of whatever she was feeling. “Let’s order first.”

He spoke just in time, as the waitress approached right then, looking far less stiff than before and asked for their orders. He gave his easily, waited for Orihime to order or dismiss the worker, and then watched as the uniformed woman walked away. His gaze lingered in that direction as he spoke, though as he got to the end of the sentence he was once again looking at his comrade. “You probably know by now, but a few other Quincy aside from me are here. They shouldn’t hurt you. You’re human. But if they do anything to you I ask that you come to me.” A pause. “I can’t tell you why they’re here, and I apologize for that. But I can say that they – we – still bear a grudge. You probably already realize that. This could get dangerous and I don’t want you unaware of what’s going on.” That was the end of what he needed to say about that. The rest was about this cage of a town aptly named Iwakiri.

[quincybow]

asano-keigo replied to your post: oh uryu just too precious *kisses forehead*

Heh, looks like you’ve finally come into your own Uryuu!

"I choose to take that as a compliment, Asano. Though I don't really know what you're talking about." 

[quincybow]

slug-princess replied to your post: oh uryu just too precious *kisses forehead*

ooc; hahahaha ur welcome i’ll be sending more asks later on the future asjhgkkf!!

{ I am looking forward to it. Torture my baby. Make him awkward. He doesn't know how to handle people. }

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[quincy-princess]

That was a relief to hear that her close friend was doing just well. She knew that he wouldn’t be in any trouble knowing that he was a skilled Quincy and taught by the best. “That’s good to hear. What about his mother and the old man? Er, I mean Soken-sama! How is he doing?” Meeting Uryu was a good thing happening to her, she would be able to know how things were in the present day. Even though it did sound a little confusing, the timeline did seem messed up between them, but she didn’t mind at all. “Ah, you must come to the cafe when you can. It’s where I work, and I assure you that it has the best coffee and treats, though you should really beware of one of the male workers there. He’s just the worst.” 

It seems that she’s done it again, even though Masaki tried to resist from asking more question, they were coming out of here and weighing on Uryu’s shoulders. “I’m sorry”, Masaki quickly added, “I always tend to ask so much questions when I try not too. Please forgive me, Uryu-san. So, I imagine you being Ryuu-chan’s son that you know what the Shinigami did to our race, I never knew how your father felt towards them. Though, it might sound strange but when I see you I feel  that you hold a lot of pride being a Quincy, don’t you? I don’t think I could ever forgive them for what they did for my parents, my family. —Do you ever feel like you could forgive them?”

[quincybow]

It might be a surprise, taking in all the cliches that came with his serious personality, but Uryū actually wasn't the biggest coffee fan. He would drink it, he would even claim to like it should the situation call for him to do so, but it wasn't his favorite beverage. That settled, he was a fan of sweets and often visited bakeries (usually the one that his friend worked at, when he was in Karakura still), so that made the offer tempting. "Does the cafe have tea?" he asked, eyebrow raised curiously, though he didn't really need an answer; he listened to her go on, almost tempted to smile when she began apologizing. She didn't need to. She really did remind him of someone else and it was endearing. Extremely tiring and hard to deal with, but endearing nonetheless. "It's fine," Uryū reassured her, shaking his head once in dismissal of the apology. "You can ask as many questions as you want, and if I have the answer I'll provide it."

Unless, of course, the question was one like the one she asked next. Those were more complicated and usually things that he kept to himself. He bated for time, answering a question that was just as hard, but not as relevant to the war he was currently involved with. "Grandpa -- Soken, rather -- is dead." As for his grandmother, he hadn't heard from her in a long time. He didn't know if she was alive. The issue of Soken's death just added more strain to the next answer, since his death was the fault of a Shinigami. He normally would have changed the subject, but something about Masaki put him less on edge. "I do hold a lot of pride for the Quincy," he sighed, breathing in and noting all of the Reishi around the two of them. "And because of that even considering forgiving the Shinigami would be difficult. I know a few of them personally, unmanageable and overbearing as they are. Sometimes it feels like I could maybe forgive a few of them, the ones that weren't responsible and have tried to reconcile with us. But that's only a small feeling. I despise them." That wasn't wholly true. It had been, at one point, but during his time with Ichigo Kurosaki a lot had changed. But as a member of the Quincy army, and since he had a goal, that wasn't something he could admit. It wasn't even something he liked admitting to himself.

[quincybow]

oh uryu just too precious *kisses forehead*

 ——!

"May I request that you never do that again? The word ‘precious’ should also not be associated with me. I believe you may need medical attention." 

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Blinking a couple of times, the redhead noticed that he wasn’t like the rest of the people that come from the other world. This young man wasn’t a Hollow, nor a Shinigami; But a human, with powers that she wasn’t familiar with. Kushina was curious on what his true abilities were, maybe she would ask him later on. “Ah, how rude of me!” She responded quickly, “Please come in, Ishida-san! Take a seat, and I’ll fix you up some tea, or you probably like something to eat?” Hopefully, he didn’t notice the little fight that she had with her students, it would be horrible for his first impression of her. “Forgive me for the mess, the students making here tend to make a mess and then most of them don’t even try to clean up after themselves.” 

Setting the teapot and the coffee container in the middle of the table, she directed Uryu to the cups and set a plate of cookies in front of him. Sitting in the opposite side of the student, the Uzumaki wondered what kind of favor he needed, it was strange asking for something in the first day, though she is more happy to help a student in need. “—A favor? What kind of favor do you need, Ishida-san?” 

[quincybow]

Naturally an orderly person, the news that most of her students didn't even bother cleaning up after themselves irritated him. It was no wonder she was so short tempered with them, if they couldn't even handle the mess that they had made. Out of habit, or perhaps just because it came naturally to him, he tidied up a little as she lead him to a chair, barely even noticing that he was doing so. It was with a hard frown that he realized how he must look and stopped, once again turning his attention to the red-headed teacher. "You don't need to apologize, sensei. Messy people will always be messy people. There's nothing you can do about it." Take a few certain someones that he knew, for example. He grabbed one of the cookies from the plate, though he didn't bring it to his lips just yet. It would be rude for him to eat while he was answering her questions. 

Serious as always, despite this actually being a fairly silly matter, the young male didn't hesitate. His expression, however, did grow just the smallest bit over-the-top, making the situation a little humorous. "I was wondering if you could tutor me on something. I'll be needing to make a cake soon and--" he paused, pushed up his glasses awkwardly, and continued "--I, unfortunately, am not the best chef." The occasion wasn't actually for a while, but Uryū was nothing if not thorough.

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Orihime didn’t question his intentions even once— she was used to him being like this. Considering she’d gotten the quiet shinobi to talk a bit, this was a cakewalk! Though she was simply happy to be reunited with (almost) the whole group of friends, she also wondered where Ishida had been up until now. What had he been doing all this time? He wasn’t with them to fight his own people, which she understood perfectly, but it still made he wonder. She thought they went extinct anyway, so the whole thing was kind of weird— but it seemed like too much of a touchy subject to just ask out of the blue! Concerning Riruka though, Orihime would gladly go on another doughnut date with her and Ishida— though he undoubtedly wasn’t so keen on meeting her. “Sure! We should go meet Kurosaki-kun as well.” Or maybe not? Their friendship had always been kind of weird and tense.

"Alright, I’ll be counting on you then." she reassured him as they entered the cafe together. Now she really was curious though— because obviously they weren’t just here for cake and hot chocolate… right? "By the way, Ishida-kun, did you want to talk about something?"

[quincybow]

Before he had the chance to answer her question, a worker came up to the two of them, smiling stiffly (in his critical opinion) and greeting them. He raised a hand to dismiss her and lead Inoue into a secluded corner. Someone would come in a few minutes, very likely, to ask their order, but he could clear a few things before then. He'd wait until they both had a drink in their hands before moving onto anything too serious. The news of Kurosaki being here too didn't surprise him. Uryū had always been very sensitive to the other energies around him and had sensed the orange-headed brat's presence almost right away. It was one of the curiosities that had made him decided to stay for a while and not put up a fight. "It might be a good idea to meet up with him," he admitted, though that would probably lead to another serious conversation. One he would rather get out of the way when Orihime wasn't there to witness the argument it would probably cause. 

"There are a few things I wanted to talk about." He leaned forward in his seat, folding his hands on the table surface, checking from the corner of his eye to see if a server was coming yet. They weren't, which give him another minute approximately. "It's about what's happened while you were here, a few things I've noticed," he paused, assessing her expression, before adding, "and the Quincy." 

[bazz-b-heat]

The kid had gone quiet— real thoughtful, just like a couple of others he knew. This was where the magic happened, where they split atoms in their head until there was a chain reaction and some almighty arrogance spilled out. Leaning forward ever so slightly, he awaited the protest, some loophole or indignation that would signal the newbies flight from combat. When all he got was the affirmative he nearly burst into laughter. He was really digging his own grave now, huh? Bazz-B hadn’t acted yet without Yhwach’s orders, but the heir could do so without much impunity. He was heating up just thinking about it.

"How much preparation do you need to put a mutt down?" he joked, grinning. "Alright, alright— 24 hours. This time tomorrow, you’ll set out to kill a Shinigami, and we’ll see what you’re made of!” What would the day be spent on? Hardening himself for the act; last minute training; trying to pick out the weakest link among the schoolgirls? “You think you’re going to need back-up?” he added, grin still in place as eyes narrowed. “Wouldn’t want you getting scratched up.”

[quincybow]

Oh, he wasn't stupid. He knew that he was being baited into this, and he knew that Bazz-B was undoubtedly getting a kick out of his reactions. Something that was good to keep in mind, however, was that Uryū had his own agenda. He always did. The fact that the fire-headed male was excited about something and expected the seventeen year old to act was just a part of something bigger. Of course, there was always the chance that things could go badly and he would end up giving the Sternritter more reason to slander him. That was always a possibility, though.

He had his own goals and he wasn't going to get in Yhwach's bad books for nothing. In fact, he didn't plan on disobeying the Quincy at all. He had a plan. He lifted a single eyebrow at the remark, though he didn't snap like the pink-haired man was probably wanting. "You're not the one setting the deadline," he replied calmly. "I agreed, but that doesn't mean you'll be hovering over my shoulder." He almost added more, reminded Bazz that Uryū technically had a higher position and was the one in charge, but he didn't. "I won't need back-up." The idea of the person in front of him helping was laughable. "I'll speak with you later," he decided, nodding his head once and turning away without further delay. He had classes to get to, after all.

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[quincy-princess]

What’s wrong with him? It must have been a shock to hear that she was once engaged to her, though that was in the past and it didn’t matter now. Masaki was overjoyed that Ryuuken had found someone to love, and they had a wonderful son. She had to make it clear to Uryu that her feelings for his father were only close friends, even if they were engaged to each other, her feelings were only limited to that extent. “Kurosaki-san? There’s no need to call me that, Uryu-san. Just call me ‘Masaki’ — there shouldn’t be a reason to be so formal with me. How’s your father doing? Is he always so boring?” There were so many questions that she had for him, but the girl couldn’t harass the black-haired Quincy with so much questions. “Has your first day been going well? It’s a little strange being with others from another world, don’t you think?” 

"A Gemischt?" That meant that Ryuuken must have married a human, or possibly another Quincy that wasn’t a pure-blood. She could only wonder how furious Auntie was, but it only mattered if he was happy. "Well, being a Pure-blood or a Gemischt doesn’t matter to me, I don’t judge anyone by their race. Eh? —What do you mean, Uryu-san?" Masaki was a bit confused about his question, though before she came to this academy, she had gotten into a fight with Auntie. "The last thing I remember was Auntie yelling at me, Ryuu-chan was concern about me and tried to talk to me. But my feelings took over and I left the Ishida mansion and came to this place. Nothing really important. Did something happen back home? Is Ryuu-chan okay?" 

[quincybow]

It wasn't that he thought that she was harboring feelings for his father, or vice versa. He was well aware of how arranged marriages work, and that most of the time neither party cares for each other -- the feelings usually came with time or didn't come at all. It was just the fact that her being engaged to his father would make the time gap rather large. Yes, her youthful looks were a giveaway in themselves, but those could have been the result of her coming back from the dead. "Ah? Oh, no, that's fine Kurosaki-san," he shook his head, flustered at the thought of already acting so familiar with someone. Even if she wasn't a stranger, per say, he was nothing if not formal and polite. "My father is fine." More than fine, actually, with his career and his abandonment of his Quincy life. More than fine, with his complicated relationship with the son, and the fact that both of them acted very bitter to each other. "You don't have to worry about that. And yes, my day has gone perfectly." For the most part. "I don't find it too strange. I'm used to being with people from all sorts of worlds." The Shinigami, the Wandenreich, the Hollow. Adding one more group to the list wasn't too hard.

She didn't seem like she was going to stop spouting out questions any time soon, so he paused and waited for her to get it all out. She was a very excitable person, and her demeanor was so like another person he knew that it would have been difficult to dislike her, even if she weren't a Quincy. "A lot happened back home," he said slowly. Surely she had to have realized that? There were people from all sorts of time-lines here, and the fact that she was talking to her fiancee's son should have made it obvious that more time had passed than she thought. "But you have no need to worry. Everything is okay." Or, at least, resembling something close to okay.