[11] [Bleach] Voices of the dead

[grassangel]

Title: Voices of the dead

Theme: 11, 'can you hear room 318?'
Series: Bleach
Characters/pairing: Ishida Ryuuken, brief mentions of Ishida Souken and Uryuu + sundry hospital staff
Rating: PG+

 

"Dr. Ishida? Dr. Ishida Ryuuken? We need you on floor three at the mortuary." The assistant nurse hurried away as soon as he left his message, checking his clipboard before rushing off.

He sighed, pushing his glasses back up his nose, wondering what the people up there could need him for before stalking to the nearest lift. He ascended, calculating what on earth they could be wanting him for.
He was still calculating as the mortuary doors swung open and one of the morticians spotted him and led him to a corner of the room. His mind was still running calculations as the corners of the body sheet were gripped, his heart finding it eerily similar to when his wife had died...

Both stopped as he saw the face of his father.

There was nothing to remarkable about the injuries, nothing suspicious. The side of his face was a mass of purple and red, there was a slash ripping through his torso and his fingers were ripped and bloody.
He looked as though he was beaten to death by a group of street thugs, not as though he had been battling corrupted souls.

 

Ryuuken's throat clenched as he took in the sight of the remains, gritting out in a surprisingly calm tone, "And there were no other bodies?"
The mortican shook his head.
"The body was found a brought here about quarter of an hour ago after a kid rushed into the hospital screaming about his grandpa. One of the aides recognised him and-" He shrugged, the rest of the story obvious.
"The police might investigate, especially as it seemed to be a violent attack, but I doubt they'll find anything. There was very little blood at the scene."

"Where is Uryuu now?" Ryuuken's eyes were still fixed on the cadaver, his tone not quite desperate.

"Well uh, I think he was escorted up to your office. Fairly certain, Ishida-san." The mortician looked on nervously as his associate glared at his father's body, almost tenderly touching the elderly man's arm before turning swiftly to face him.

"I'll be going there then next. Uryuu must be in a terrible state." There was something almost like sorrow in the stoic man's eyes, an almost worried look as he left the room, almost turning back to look at the cloth covered corpse.

 

Ryuuken marched down the hall, back towards the elevators, leaving the mortuary doors swinging behind him. The whumping sound and the sound of his footsteps were the only noises echoing down that shadowy corridor, not even wise words that might have echoed through his head.
There would be no ghostly words of wisdom from Ishida Souken. No words of wisdom from a soul which was no more.