Okay! Another Ichi Uri! This ones a bit sad, tho... ^^; I put the rating at T, but it will eventually go up.

Full summary: Uryuu is taken after the battle; after a series of tests, he is sent back to the human world. How can he Trust Ichigo after what happened? How can he live with himself after he failed to protect Orihime? It was all his fault, and now he felt he was paying the ultimate price...

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. If I did, all your yaoi wishes would come true!! :3

Warning: Nothing too graphic, y'all can handle it.

Uryuu's body jerked on reflex; he could no longer feel pain thanks to the first injection. The room was dim, almost dark in the Quincy's eyes. All he could see was the shadow of tiles on the ceiling, machines whirling and buzzing and two empty silhouettes in the distance talking in low, hushed voices.

"Are you sure that Captain Yamamoto won't be angry? The ryoka helped a great deal in the Great Battle..."

"Do you question me?!"

"No Kurosutchi-sama. My apologies."

"Good. Now, Nemu, begin the process."

Cold, clinical eyes began to grab at him, clawing at his back. He could feel himself lifted and tossed not-so-gently upon the floor. His back hit the hard, soul-society type cement, and he arched up with a gasp.

"Uhn, what are you doing to me?" He asked gently. His voice was a whisper, rash and trailing off into incoherent mumbles. The shadows did nothing; they looked at him and then turned to face each other.

"I don't think he'll live through the tests..." Nemu said, her voice sullen and low.

"Should make for some pretty interesting results, ne?" A lab hand said.

"Now, now, let's see how our little experiment goes..." Mayuri said and Uryuu gasped when he felt yet another needle pierce his body. He could feel the hot liquid streaming through his veins, each heart beat pulsing it over and over. He wanted it to stop--wanted his heart to stop beating so he could no longer feel the liquid, could no longer feel pain nor live.

"If you die, young Quincy, I will officially own your spirit. It would only make it harder for you." Mayuri smirked. Uryuu gasped, the second needle shoved into his rib.

"Ah! W-Why!?"

"You are too fun to toy with. Beside, we are making marvelous progress and it would be a shame for you to die now."

Another injection. Some more pain.

"Besides, your spiritual pressure is equal to that of a captain, and despite being a Quincy, that is still quite remarkable." Uryuu couldn't remark, he was trying too hard not to howl in pain. "So you're quite an odd specimen. Using those bacteria I had within you our first confrontation, I will be able to finally answer the million dollar question: how to kill a shinigami without a zanpakuto."

Another needle, but instead of pain it brings Uryuu the sweet pleasure of unconsciousness.

Shivering. 'It's so cold...' Uryuu thought to absentmindedly. his body was cold, yet a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. he tried to blink away his blurred vision but realized it was due to him missing glasses.

"Ah, we where wondering when you where coming back to us, if coming back at all." Mayuri smiled.

"You!" Uryuu hissed in pain. He shuffled about, falling to his knees. "What have you done to me?" Uryuu choked out, clenched fists quivering under him.

"Oh, nothing you can't survive...I think." Mayuri said and laughed. Uryuu glared (or tried to) at his captor, cursing him.

"Bastard--stealing me away while I'm at my weakest." Uryuu spat out.

"Hmph. Strong words from a Quincy that begged a Shinigami to save him. Whatever happened to 'Quincy Pride'?"

"Tch..."

"What haven't we covered with you, Quincy?"

"What are you talking about...!?"

Mayuri grinned sadistically. He stepped closer to the fallen Quincy. His robe followed him, swiftly trailing behind him like another shadow. Uryuu gulped and got ready for the worst. There was a sharp pain, dulling and then nothing. Everything faded to a familiar pitch darkness.

How long had he been there? Those cold gray walls, dim pearl lights and cold tiled floors where a grim reminder of those few moments he was painfully conscious. They had him so drugged up he couldn't tell the difference between this hellish reality and his drug induced nightmares.

One thing was for sure: he had to get out of there. Uryuu felt his limbs tingle at the thought. He opened his pained blue eyes and turned on the hard futon. No one was there, or had been for hours. He blinked twice, and made up his mind.

He would escape today or die trying.

Uryuu tossed his legs across the edge of the futon and let them drape over for a moment. He took a deep breath and steadied himself for a moment. He looked around and found a blur, and , upon reaching forward, discovered the blur to be his glasses. He slipped them on and noted the thin scratches on the frames. it was most likely obtained when he was tossed into the room, the same moment they slipped off.

the Quincy didn't dare look around the room; he wouldn't need the details, he was leaving anyone. He found his shirt crumbled up in the corner, torn and bloodied. It would have to do for now. He slipped it on and left the room, closing the door to the past behind him.

"And where do you think you're going?" Uryuu gasped and turned around. Mayuri smirked. Uryuu summoned his bow, pointing an arrow menacingly in the Captain's face.

"I intend to leave," Uryuu stated, glaring at the psychotic shinigami, "whether you leave me or not."

"Psh. You have no need to be so violent, Quincy. You see, I am done with my testing." Mayuri's smile faded, his demeanor stern. "I have no need for you."

Uryuu's eyes widened for a second before returning to a glare. "What did you--" His eyes closed, the blue bow dispersing as the Quincy's limp body collapsed onto the ground.

"I said it; I have no need for you."