[IshiHime contest] [Bleach] Predictable & -homeside part B-

[grassangel]

Title: Predictable

Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ishida Ryuuken, Ishida Uryuu/Inoue Orihime
Rating: G
Genre: General?
Spoilers: Chapter 241, episode 143
Wordcount: 150
Dedication: For all those who know Ryuuken is a squishy father deep down
Author's Notes: Written for _debbiechan_'s IshiHime fic contest

Ryuuken had never intended reading the note his son had left behind in the underground training room. He knew what his son had written.

It was only when Uryuu had been back for a couple of weeks and hadn't communicated with him during that time, not even withdrawing or depositing from his bank account, that Ryuuken grew concerned and considered taking the scrap of paper out to read it.

The note did not said anything like I'm sorry father or I'm leaving; something that would have indicated that Uryuu had not planned on coming back home on his return.

Instead it said I'm going to rescue Inoue-san.

Ryuuken shook his head as he read those words, snorting lightly before cruching up the paper into a small ball. He had already known what was going to be written on that piece of paper.

His son was too easy to predict.

Title: -homeside part B-

Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ishida Ryuuken, Kurosaki Isshin, Ishida Uryuu/Inoue Orihime
Rating: PG+
Genre: Humour
Spoilers/Warnings: Chapter 241, episode 143/ sexual suggestions
Wordcount: 140
Author's Notes: Written as a continuation of 'Predictable', this was supposed to be highlighting the fact that Uryuu's getting some while his father ISN'T and is damn well getting annoyed because he knows/feels what his son is getting up to.
Also entered in the contest

He had, at first, decided to ignore the faint pulses of Uryuu’s reiatsu. Although they were distracting, the cause of them was obvious and he had no intention of interfering with his son’s personal relationships.

It was when they continued pulsing gently for almost a week, lapping softly against his own spiritual pressure, that Ryuuken grew irritated and picked up the phone, stabbing the numbers violently before tersely addressing the other person.

"Listen, this reiatsu is driving me up the wall and giving me a headache. Come over immediately."

He sighed as the person on the other end responded, "Yes Isshin, you can bring that bottle of 1874. I just need something to distract me. And no, you may not bring your inflatable Masaki doll."

Putting down the phone, Ryuuken hoped that this Inoue Orihime was in the telephone directory.

Comments

[shadowsinfire.livejournal.com]

Like the first, not so much the second...

[grass-angel.livejournal.com]

That's because the papa Quincy frowns upon the sexual connotations.
And because I didn't want it to be longer than the first one. Otherwise it would've been more amusing.

[cheree-22.livejournal.com]

like both. :B
the 2nd more than 1st AFTER I get the joke