[fic] What Is Left
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shannys_cornerTitle: What is Left
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kiyala
Beta:doublenatural
Word Count: 885
Rating: G
Summary: She was going to die. There was nothing they could do about it. ... Just a random fic centered around the birth of Uryuu
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
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quincy_papa
There was nothing that could be done about it. They had both accepted it because, well, there was nothing else that could be done. It had been a choice between her life, and the life of the child… and she had insisted that it was child that should be saved. It would grow up to do great things. It was, after all, the child of a Quincy.
Ryuuken’s thin lips twisted into a frown as he thought of it. In his mind, he had stopped being a Quincy from the moment he heard his wife was going to die. What use were they now? He could run around late at night and saved many nameless souls from harm, but he could not even save the life of the one person he loved the most. It was unfair.
His frown softened ever so slightly at the thought of the child. He would have no one to love but a child he didn’t even know the gender of. He found himself hoping it would be a girl out of the blind hope that she would resemble her mother. He paused in his thoughts and shook his head, correcting himself. No. A boy. If the girl took after her mother, he would feel the pain of loss each time he looked at her. He knew better than to resent an innocent child for the death of its mother. He closed his eyes and nodded slowly. He wanted a son.
He regarded the world outside the window, cold and blue, as the sun was yet to climb fully into the sky. Placing a palm against the cool glass, he wondered if his wife was still alive. Reluctantly, he admitted to himself that it was a tear he felt sliding down his pale cheek. He sighed and watched his breath fog up the window, straightening up as he felt the door knob turn.
“Ishida-sensei?”
It was a nurse peeking into his office and he turned slowly.
“Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and wanted to smile, but remained expressionless.
He had a son.
“Is she—”
The smile disappeared from the woman’s mouth and eyes, “I’m sorry.”
He willed himself to remain strong.
“I see. May I see the child?”
“Of course. Follow me,” she said and left.
With a heavy heart that seemed to weigh more with each step, he followed and closed his office door behind him before making his way to the maternity ward.
“Over here,” the nurse said, motioning to a baby wrapped in blue for boy and labeled “Ishida” around the wrist. Ryuuken’s insides tore up as he noted to himself that the body of the boy’s lifeless mother wore a matching band around her own wrist.
“Hello,” he whispered, the way his wife would have, as the child was placed into his arms. Ryuuken rocked him gently and felt immeasurably happy as his eyes traveled over every single detail of his son’s face.
He took after his father.
Still carrying the warm bundle in his arms, he found himself tracing the steps he took whenever he visited his wife’s bedside.
“Ishida-sensei—”
“Leave him be,” another voice came and Ryuuken immediately stopped.
“Kurosaki.”
The two men looked at each other before the bigger man gave him a friendly smile and indicated the baby, “Congratulations. Fatherhood’s a great thing. Just became one myself, about three months ago.”
“Thank you,” Ryuuken said stiffly.
“And I’m sorry to hear about—”
“Nothing could be done. She chose his life over her own.”
An awed look came to Isshin’s eyes and he nodded slowly, “That’s a mother’s love for you. Masaki would do the same if she ever had to protect Ichigo. My son, that is. If you ever want, we can let our boys play together when they’re a bit older.”
“I’ll consider it,” Ryuuken said and then continued walking to his wife’s room.
“Ryuuken.”
He was not surprised to see his father sitting by his wife’s bedside. He had been doing so in Ryuuken’s stead when he had work. He wondered if he had been there in her final hours and a sharp and very unwelcome pang of jealousy and hatred hit him for a moment before he cleared his head of all thoughts and regarded Souken, who was now on his feet.
“A healthy baby boy,” he announced although he knew there was no need.
“Congratulations. I have a message I was asked to pass on to you.”
“From who? One of the doctors?”
There was a hesitation and Souken’s eyes turned to his daughter-in-law.
“Oh.”
“She requested that if she gave birth to a boy, to name him Uryuu.”
“Uryuu?” he repeated and looked at the baby in his arms, rocking it gently once again.
“She wanted to follow the tradition in our family of having part of the father’s name in the boy’s name.”
Ryuuken could tell his father was pleased. He was too, but for a different reason. Uryuu. The name given by his wife. He nodded slowly in approval. This way, he would remember her, but he would not pine. He would learn and he would move on.
“Uryuu,” he said again, sounding sure of himself this time, “Yes. Uryuu will do nicely.”
Author:
kiyalaBeta:
doublenaturalWord Count: 885
Rating: G
Summary: She was going to die. There was nothing they could do about it. ... Just a random fic centered around the birth of Uryuu
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
x-posted to
quincy_papaThere was nothing that could be done about it. They had both accepted it because, well, there was nothing else that could be done. It had been a choice between her life, and the life of the child… and she had insisted that it was child that should be saved. It would grow up to do great things. It was, after all, the child of a Quincy.
Ryuuken’s thin lips twisted into a frown as he thought of it. In his mind, he had stopped being a Quincy from the moment he heard his wife was going to die. What use were they now? He could run around late at night and saved many nameless souls from harm, but he could not even save the life of the one person he loved the most. It was unfair.
His frown softened ever so slightly at the thought of the child. He would have no one to love but a child he didn’t even know the gender of. He found himself hoping it would be a girl out of the blind hope that she would resemble her mother. He paused in his thoughts and shook his head, correcting himself. No. A boy. If the girl took after her mother, he would feel the pain of loss each time he looked at her. He knew better than to resent an innocent child for the death of its mother. He closed his eyes and nodded slowly. He wanted a son.
He regarded the world outside the window, cold and blue, as the sun was yet to climb fully into the sky. Placing a palm against the cool glass, he wondered if his wife was still alive. Reluctantly, he admitted to himself that it was a tear he felt sliding down his pale cheek. He sighed and watched his breath fog up the window, straightening up as he felt the door knob turn.
“Ishida-sensei?”
It was a nurse peeking into his office and he turned slowly.
“Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and wanted to smile, but remained expressionless.
He had a son.
“Is she—”
The smile disappeared from the woman’s mouth and eyes, “I’m sorry.”
He willed himself to remain strong.
“I see. May I see the child?”
“Of course. Follow me,” she said and left.
With a heavy heart that seemed to weigh more with each step, he followed and closed his office door behind him before making his way to the maternity ward.
“Over here,” the nurse said, motioning to a baby wrapped in blue for boy and labeled “Ishida” around the wrist. Ryuuken’s insides tore up as he noted to himself that the body of the boy’s lifeless mother wore a matching band around her own wrist.
“Hello,” he whispered, the way his wife would have, as the child was placed into his arms. Ryuuken rocked him gently and felt immeasurably happy as his eyes traveled over every single detail of his son’s face.
He took after his father.
Still carrying the warm bundle in his arms, he found himself tracing the steps he took whenever he visited his wife’s bedside.
“Ishida-sensei—”
“Leave him be,” another voice came and Ryuuken immediately stopped.
“Kurosaki.”
The two men looked at each other before the bigger man gave him a friendly smile and indicated the baby, “Congratulations. Fatherhood’s a great thing. Just became one myself, about three months ago.”
“Thank you,” Ryuuken said stiffly.
“And I’m sorry to hear about—”
“Nothing could be done. She chose his life over her own.”
An awed look came to Isshin’s eyes and he nodded slowly, “That’s a mother’s love for you. Masaki would do the same if she ever had to protect Ichigo. My son, that is. If you ever want, we can let our boys play together when they’re a bit older.”
“I’ll consider it,” Ryuuken said and then continued walking to his wife’s room.
“Ryuuken.”
He was not surprised to see his father sitting by his wife’s bedside. He had been doing so in Ryuuken’s stead when he had work. He wondered if he had been there in her final hours and a sharp and very unwelcome pang of jealousy and hatred hit him for a moment before he cleared his head of all thoughts and regarded Souken, who was now on his feet.
“A healthy baby boy,” he announced although he knew there was no need.
“Congratulations. I have a message I was asked to pass on to you.”
“From who? One of the doctors?”
There was a hesitation and Souken’s eyes turned to his daughter-in-law.
“Oh.”
“She requested that if she gave birth to a boy, to name him Uryuu.”
“Uryuu?” he repeated and looked at the baby in his arms, rocking it gently once again.
“She wanted to follow the tradition in our family of having part of the father’s name in the boy’s name.”
Ryuuken could tell his father was pleased. He was too, but for a different reason. Uryuu. The name given by his wife. He nodded slowly in approval. This way, he would remember her, but he would not pine. He would learn and he would move on.
“Uryuu,” he said again, sounding sure of himself this time, “Yes. Uryuu will do nicely.”
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