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[gift fic] Winning

Title: Winning
Fandom: Bleach, set pre-canon
Character: Ishida Uryuu
Rating: E for Everyone!
Notes: Yeah, I took some liberties here. Also, this was written for _debbiechan_ - feel better and Happy Hanukkah!

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Ishida Uryuu was a patient boy. Calm. Collected.

So he studied and studied and read the characters over and over, diligently practicing for his high school exams that would determine his future academic career, his choice of school, his friends -

He always earned top marks, but he remembered whispers in corridors, looks targeting the scrawny-looking glasses boy hungrily. Forget the talk of Quincys and Hollows - he wasn't even strong enough to face everyday life at school.

- Fear is the mind-killer, he repeated softly to himself, noticing his thoughts went astray. Exams could be retaken if he had to retake them. Friends would take care of themselves, one way or another.

The emotional darkness would not win.

"We're doing something a bit different tonight," his father said abruptly after Uryuu automatically greeted his return. He was holding a small bag, and Uryuu watched silently as his father unwrapped it.

It was a lamp of some kind, and a box of candles. Ceremoniously, his father set the lamp in a window and placed two candles - one slightly higher and set apart from the other - and then beckoned him over. It was strange, and unfamiliar, but his father did not do things without reason.

And sure enough, his father spoke.

"There is a people in the world who have been persecuted across the years, by various other groups and at various times. Sort of like the Quincys, I guess, only we think of Quincys as individuals-who-happen-to-be-Quincys. These are various people across the world, one big family."

Uryuu watched.

His father lit the first light, the one set apart.

"They say, darkness is the absence of light, so even with a small light, we banish the darkness. They say, 'light these candles so the world will know we are not afraid.'"

With the first candle, he lit the second.

"Listen up, Uryuu, because I won't repeat this."

He listened, and watched. It was a strange thing, but now that his father had explained a little, it made a sort of sense.

"I'm not lighting these candles because I'm of those people. I'm lighting these candles tonight because we stand up for justice and we are not afraid."

The wick ignited, and the light spread, as night fell.

The emotional darkness would not win.
Tags: fanfic, fanfiction, ishida
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