Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Subtext ❯ Subtext ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Note: I don't own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.

 

Subtext

 

“Let me see what you have.”

 

“I don't have to show you anything.”

 

“I made you what you are. I want to see what I gave you.”

 

“Fine. If it'll make you'll leave me alone, I'll show you.”

 

“That's it? Rather small and unimpressive. I would have expected better from a Quincy of my blood.”

 

“It works just fine for me. Doesn't need to be big and showy to get the job done. Subtly has beauty, you know.”

 

“I haven't the faintest idea how you get anything done with something that size.”

 

“It's not about size. Skill plays a large role in your success or failure. I happen to be very talented.”

 

“How much skill could you have? Practicing with a half-blind, old man who probably couldn't tell the difference between what you're holding in your hand and what I have.”

 

“He could tell the difference. He said I was gifted for someone so young and that I'd only get better with practice. I have more than enough skill to keep all my friends happy with my performance. I've trained hard and have very good stamina. I can keep it up for hours if I want to.”

 

“Hours? I don't believe you. You couldn't possibly keep going that long with something that small.”

 

“I don't care what you believe since I don't have to worry about your satisfaction in the slightest. My friends have seen me do it and enjoyed the benefits of the stamina I've built up. They know how good I am. They appreciate what I can do.”

 

“Maybe you should be concerned about my satisfaction. I can teach you things that old man didn't have the time to show you before he died. Secret techniques only I know. I saw the lust in your eyes when you watched me shoot multiple times. You want to know how to train your body to allow you to do that. I can see it in your face. Learning would come at a price though. Are you willing to pay that price?”

 

“What are you going to ask of me this time to show me how to do that? I…. It could prove useful in a prolonged encounter not only for me but my friends, too.”

 

“Nothing beyond what you can handle. Surprisingly, you do show a glimmer of promise.”

 

“It's not going to hurt like the first time we went at it, is it?”

 

“Afraid of a little pain? I'm disappointed in you and we haven't even started yet. This does not set a very good tone for things to come. Maybe I should re-think teaching you anything if you're this easily turned off by a little pain. Your body probably couldn't handle the strain of shooting multiple times.”

 

“I can take anything you dish out. I just wanted to be ready if you were going to try and pound me into the ground again.”

 

“Those were special circumstances and, if you recall correctly, you begged me to do that to you. Don't get me wrong. I will ride you hard but I won't be as brutal as the first time. Are you sure you're up for this? I don't want to waste my time on someone who's not willing to commit their body and soul to me while I teach them.”

 

“I'll give you my body to use as you see fit for this training of yours but my soul is mine and only mine. Let's get started. I want to be as good as I can get for things to come.”

 

Two Quincy's faced each other in an underground chamber, spiritual bows in hand. Ishida Uryuu's small and minimalist in design, Ishida Ryuken's large with elaborate scroll work. Time froze for an instant when strings were drawn back and held against startlingly similar cheeks, arrows glowing brightly and reflecting off of twin glasses. Light flashed as arrows were released and both Quincy's blurred into motion to avoid each other's attack. The last Quincy began the fierce training of his new student, determined to force his son to meet and exceed his expectations. Ryuken demanded no less of Uryuu than he would give of himself.

 

 

Author's Note:

I'm taking slight licence here as well. I know that after Ishida gets his Quincy powers back, he gets an awesome looking bow that is pretty fancy-schmancy. For the purposes of this little piece, I'm working on the theory that immediately following his power's return, he has to stick to simple things. Kinda like when you break your leg and then get your cast taken off. You need to work the muscles slowly back up to speed since you didn't use them for a couple of months.