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Demented Ink.
Bleach Fanfiction // Flood // Chapter 1 
6th-Mar-2010 04:22 pm
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Author:Darkprism
Title: Flood
Rating: PG for language here, NC-17 for romantic smut later.
Pairing: Chad/Ishida
Warnings: Wacky humor, mild angst, M/M explicit sex later. Minor references to moderate kink. This story is set in the future and has elements of A/U.
Summary:

When Ishida's apartment becomes unlivable, he turns to his friend Chad for a place to crash. And Ishida discovers many new and exciting things about his strong, silent friend...



Ishida Uryuu stood in the middle of his one-bedroom apartment with arms crossed and brows knitted together in carefully controlled fury.

“Huh,” said the building super as he hitched up his belt. “Looks like a leak, all right.”

Uryuu shifted his weight and the carpet made a wet, squelching noise beneath his sneakers. He refrained from commenting on the other man’s astute powers of observation.

“Started in the bathroom?” asked the super, making a soggy path over to Uryuu’s small table, which was currently sitting up on blocks of wood to keep it off the carpet.

“Yes,” Uryuu said evenly. He’d explained all this in his initial, frantic phone call and really didn’t enjoy repeating himself. Coming home to find water running from beneath his apartment door did bad things to the Quincy’s patience.

“Huh,” the super – Rick – said again. He flipped up a piece of paper on a clipboard and scribbled something. “Well,” he said after a second or two. “That’s no good.”

Scowling darkly, Uryuu rather thought he’d like to introduce this man to a few spirit arrows and see how “no good” that little scenario might be.

“Did it mess up anything of yours?” Rick asked, looking over at the vibrating Uryuu. The Quincy blinked and pushed his glasses up on his nose.

“You mean other than my futon, furniture, a box of books, a collection of manga, and several towels?” Uryuu pretended to consider. “No. Nothing comes to mind.”

Rick pursed his lips. “Huh,” he said.

Uryuu wanted to punch him.

“Well, we’ll cover the damages and reimburse you for the lost property.”

“How kind.”

“Now, look, kid, it’s not my fault that your sink sprung a leak. I’m just happy you’re on the ground floor. Otherwise it could have leaked down into other apartments.”

“Oh yes,” Uryuu said, shifting his weight again and ignoring the moisture seeping into his Nikes. “I’d hate to inconvenience another tenant with my little monsoon.”

“I’m sure,” Rick replied dryly. Then he sighed. “Look, you probably already figured this out, but you can’t stay here for the next few days. We can’t technically force you out, but you won’t want to be here while we try to fix this. Got to rip up carpet, put down fans to dry things out, make sure the sub floor gets good and dry so mold doesn’t grow…” He paused to rub the back of his neck. “Might have to tear up the tile in the bathroom, too. How long were you gone before you found the leak?”

“Nine hours,” Uryuu said bitterly. Enough time to attend his classes, study at the library, run to the grocery, and then come home to find his apartment completely unlivable. The sack of groceries sat on the counter in the kitchen, and no doubt the ice cream was melted.

Rick whistled. “Yeah…tile’ll have to come up.” He eyed the young man. “You got family in town? Friends?”

“Friends,” Uryuu answered immediately. In a flash of bitterness, he thought his father’s solution to this would be to set him up a room in the hospital. Cozy thought.

“I’d call one of them and just leave this. We’ll dry everything out that we can, get it cleaned up.” Rick picked up his clipboard and squished over to Uryuu to have him sign the top copy. “I’ll call you as soon as it’s livable.”

Uryuu signed his name in a scrawl with the super’s pen. “Do you have a guess as to how long that will be?”

“Probably a week or so.”

With a sigh, Uryuu clicked the pen and handed it and the clipboard over. He was really, really pissed about the books and the manga. But truly happy he kept all his sewing supplies in plastic containers on the top shelf of a closet. Being a design major specializing in costuming and fashion would be a tad difficult without his collection of fabric and materials. Not to mention his design books and sketches…

“I’ll leave you to it, then. Got to go make some calls – and for what it’s worth, I am sorry.”

“Thank you,” Uryuu managed, turning to head into the bedroom to fetch a suitcase.

Rick left and Uryuu slid open a closet door and stared at his Samsonite for a long moment.

Who in the hell was he going to call?

Ichigo was out. His apartment was like a Shinigami train station – even after all the years of whining about it.

Orihime didn’t have the room. She and Tatsuki lived in a little place barely large enough for the two of them and between Orihime’s cooking supplies and Tatsuki’s training equipment…Well, there just wasn’t a lot of extra space.

Not to mention that while Uryuu loved Orihime, the thought of staying a week with her, the cooking, and the love-struck looks between his friend and her girlfriend left him a little ill.

No way in hell was he calling Urahara. Oh fuck no.

And that left Uryuu with exactly one option: Chad.

With a massive sigh, Uryuu dragged out his suitcase and opened it up. It wasn’t that Uryuu didn’t like or trust Chad: quite the opposite. They’d been to hell and back again – sometimes quite literally – many times. Chad was a trustworthy man, a kind person, and someone whom the Quincy wanted at his back in a fight.

But despite all the years of fighting side-by-side, all the drinking games with Renji and Shuuhei, all the strategy sessions in Urahara’s shop, and everything in between…Chad remained an enigma.

Carefully folding a shirt, Uryuu thought about what he knew of Chad. His real name was Sado, but he seemed to almost prefer Chad, now. Mixed heritage. Bad temper calmed by a fierce, determined, stubbornness and loyalty to a good cause. Hit like a wrecking ball. Liked bad Hawaiian patterns despite the Quincy’s attempts to convince him they were hideous. Uryuu could count on Chad to eat any and all tomatoes off his salad or sandwiches – the man had a real soft spot for them. And he tended to chew on peppermints because he didn’t like gum and apparently the big man was fixated on nice breath.

And last but not least, Uryuu thought as he folded a pair of jeans, Chad was the bass guitarist in the band A Lovely Death. Their recent run of successful gigs allowed him to move into a new place across town. The band was good – Uryuu and the rest of the gang regularly went to their shows – and definitely deserved their fan base and success.

But somewhere between the love of tomatoes and floral patterns and the strum of the guitar, Uryuu still felt a little lost when it came to Chad. Ichigo wore his heart on his sleeve. Orihime confided in the Quincy and often told him too much. Hell, he even knew Renji well in comparison to the big, quiet man.

Which led to the next question: would Chad welcome such an intrusion as a Quincy on the couch? Just until his apartment managed to drain?

“Of course he’ll let me stay,” Uryuu chided himself out loud over the squish of his footsteps back into the living room and kitchen. He left his cell phone on the counter next to the ruined groceries. “I’m his friend, and he’s…nice.”

It occurred to Uryuu at that moment that for all he knew, Chad could host orgies in his home every Saturday night when he wasn’t called away by band practice or a Hollow emergency and none of his friends would be the damned wiser.

And then it occurred to him that he was being ridiculous and he dialed Chad’s number.

“Hello,” Chad’s deep voice said pleasantly after the third ring. The lack of question at the end of the greeting made Uryuu smile a little despite the damp smell beginning to emanate from the carpet.

“Good evening,” Uryuu replied, feeling oddly compelled to be formal since he was going to ask a favor. “Is this a bad time?”

“No.”

“…right. Ah, well, I have a bit of a problem, and I thought-“

“What’s wrong?” Chad’s voice took on a few notes of concern.

“Oh! Nothing serious!”

Around Uryuu, the apartment dripped in its wet and unhappy chaos.

“Well, not too serious,” Uryuu amended. “There’s no death involved or Hollows or-“

“Uryuu?” Chad interrupted.

The Quincy coughed. God but he hated asking for help. “My apartment flooded. Apparently there was a leak under the sink in the bathroom, and I was gone all day so the water managed to make a lake in my absence.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. Uryuu picked at the corner of the soggy grocery bag.

“And the super says it’ll take a week or so to get it back in order. They need to place fans and dry out the-“

“You can stay with me.” Calm, even, perhaps a little relieved it was nothing more serious.

“I can?” Uryuu said disbelievingly before he could stop himself.

“Yes.” Patient, decisive.

“Oh.” He rather thought it would take more convincing for whatever reason. “It’s for a week, so the super tells me. And I’ll need to bring some supplies for school…or I can leave them in my car and just take out what I – “

“It’s fine,” Chad said and Uryuu heard a dull noise in the background. Maybe a door opening?

“I really appreciate it,” Uryuu said with a sigh of relief.

“Do you need help with your things?” Chad asked, voice a little distant from the phone.

“No,” Uryuu replied, shaking his head even though Chad couldn’t see him. “I’ve got a suitcase, and I can manage the other things.”

“Then you’ll be here soon?” He sounded slightly worried by that.

“Is that a problem? I can always go to the library on campus and kill some-“

“It’s not a problem. I’ll text you the address and see you soon.” Chad hung up.

The Quincy blinked and then clicked his phone shut. A second later, a text came through with an address and no other message attached.

Well, that was a little abrupt. And maybe a little strange. But then again, it was Chad: direct, polite, and mysterious.

It was going to make for an interesting roommate situation.

~*~


Uryuu killed the engine of his Honda and thought this had to be a mistake.

“You have arrived at your destination,” said Garmin.

“I’ve arrived at a destination…not sure if it’s the destination,” the Quincy grumbled, turning off the GPS.

The warehouse overlooked the river, and it wasn’t in the best part of town. Not the worst – but certainly not the best. There was a large apartment building across the street, and Uryuu thought maybe that was the right place as opposed to the large, black, imposing structure in front of his car.

Then again, there was much talk about redoing various sections of the city in an effort to improve the overall standard of