Title: Blinding Snowfield
Author: Yami no Kaiba
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ichigo/Uryuu

Summary: When it comes to Quincy, Ichigo is fast learning that nothing is as it seems.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters. Kubo Tite owns the characters and all of Bleach.

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Squinting, Ishida Uryuu made a wild grab in the direction of the moving redhead, hissing as he banged his shin against the hard and solid bulk of a desk. "Kurosaki! Give those *back*!"

Kurosaki Ichigo waved his captured prize under the dark-haired boy's nose, immediately taking it out of range again when the boy made another grab for the wire-framed glasses. "Not until you give me my compensation, cheap-skate."

Knowing well enough who out-classed who in speed, Uryuu glanced nervously at the inner-wall of the classroom, and if possible squinted even more, looking slightly pained. "Do you even know how many *people* are still here? I'm not going to kiss you in public, Kurosaki!"

"Pfft, then I guess you're just not getting these back, then," Ichigo replied, unfolding the arms of the glasses and slipping them onto his own face for safe-keeping.

And immediately blinked, as Uryuu cursed under his breath.

"Ishida..." Ichigo started off slowly, taking the glasses off and giving Uryuu his puzzled frown. "You do realize these glasses don't have a prescription, right?"

Finally snatching his glasses back from the confused redhead, Uryuu slipped them on and gave the smallest sigh of relief as his features smoothed out. "Of course they don't have a prescription, Kurosaki. I don't need them for that."

Ichigo gave a scoffing sound. "Ah, so you just wear them to make you look smarter, don't you? Sheesh, you're such a drama-queen."

Frowning himself, Uryuu adjusted the height of his glasses as he normally did when embarrassed as he was now. "While I must agree that I think they make me look smarter and cooler than you, that isn't the reason I wear them."

Crossing his arms, Ichigo stared at the other boy, unsatisfied with the answer. "Then why?"

Uryuu debated silently, sizing-up his reckless boyfriend. Finally coming to a decision, Uryuu sat down on the desktop behind him. "Do you know your first memory?"

Frowning harder, not sure if Uryuu was trying to deflect the question or trying to answer in a round-a-bout way, Ichigo replied, "Yeah, unfortunately. I remember my dad being an enormous idiot, getting dragged around the market because he wouldn't let go of my Mom's waist. We got kicked out because he was causing such a ruckus."

Uryuu smiled faintly, drawing a leg up so he could lean against his knee. "My first memory is of blinding white light shot with two streaks of royal blue. It was like looking at a Hokkaido snowfield in the midst of the brightest day ever."

"Really? Why is that?"

"I never had to learn how to see reiraku. I just *did*. So well could I see the various threads, that I barely saw the material world and then only in areas that didn't have five or more people in them."

Blinking, Ichigo frowned. "So your glasses--"

"Are treated to block-out the glare from the reiraku, so that I can see around me accurately." Ishida grinned lightly. "You could say they're the equivalent of spiritual sunglasses."

"Man, you're weird."

Ishida's grin turned sly, as he glanced back over his shoulder. "Maybe, but it does come in handy sometimes... Like for instance, unlike you, I know that the nearest reiraku are moving off down the hall right now, towards the locker room. Meaning, we're no longer in danger of displaying public affections--"

He didn't need to go any further, as Ichigo pounced.

--Fin.