The shadows of all my mistakes [PRP]

[Sojiro Kusaka]

Toshiro had left, again. It was funny really, he'd doubted himself, many would have said Toshiro would have just stayed if only Kusaka had taken a different approach.... And now they were proved wrong, the boy had left. Fifty years ago he'd had so much less choice than now, he'd chosen to leave now though, he'd very deliberately chosen to abandon him... Kusaka had been right, there had been no hope of their being any traces of friendship left, this had come to nothing, he did indeed have nothing at all. He'd made the right decision in his course of action, though the wrong one in giving any semblance of control, had he been more of a person he'd have used utter domination and allowed for no error... Now he was being left to hunt down the soul reaper who'd abandoned him of his own will. Admitting it would hurt, so much, he'd been rejected by the one person he'd so dearly hoped would have accepted him, how dark that was~ The world really was just some fucked up game, one he always seemed to be behind on, the thing with games though was that you could always cheat or find some form of shortcut, there was always a way for the underdog to come out on top and win, he would, there was no doubt that he would.

Running fingers through his hair he scanned around, ignoring the pain that still clung to his face from the wound caused by the very monster that stood beside her, she along with the other blond fool, the tall male. He would not stand for the white haired soul reaper running off like this, it was not something he was bound to accept for anything, no, he was going to launch a little trip to get back the little hollow mutt who'd run off. Sojiro Kusaka was returning to the soul society, for the first time in so many years he was returning to the place that had pushed him away, and oddly he wasn't at all nervous, more just angry. He'd have preferred not to return until his face had healed, doing so risked potential issues coming up if he met anyone before he'd set plans into motion. What he really needed was a distraction, and not just the vizard he planned on letting lose in the soul society whilst he did what was needed... As was his way, he'd chosen hollows. Already he could hear their echoing calls through the town, he'd brought them on mass, and still they were coming. The previous attacks paled in comparison next to this.

Watching them for a moment he looked toward the two vizard, for once no frown in place, something that gave him a far more placid appearance, if only to avoid aggravating the still inflamed slash. “We're going~” That cool tone portrayed nothing, as was so customary. Intense emotions were uncommon to him, it took a lot to past through the pretense he'd set, amusingly the only one who had in a very long time was also the one who was now leaving him in this dilemma, kids these days just didn't know how to respect those older and stronger than them~ It was nothing a good beating didn't fix though, and if that were what was needed in this matter then it was without a doubt something he'd do~ There was no doubt after this that any mild form of compassion he'd still retained and shown would be pushed down, the young mutt was by no means going to keep the regard Kusaka had allowed to stay. So he was telling himself anyway, it was unlikely that even trying he'd severe what he'd fostered this long, it had become to ingrained to him for it to be lost. Damaged yes, but so was every other part of him, mind and body alike.

Drawing Hyorinamru he sighed, this was all such a farce, honestly~ Thrusting the blade sharply forward it would have seemed like he'd attacked the air, yet this was not so. He holding the blade could feel that he had in fact hit something, something he'd never actually felt before. He of course knew how this worked, though until now he'd never actually done such himself. It would have no doubt been taught to him, but hey, seemed he was cut short of that particular lesson, now wasn't he the little delinquent, cutting classes. Pft, like it was even his fault he'd been banished, damn stupid laws! With a grunt he twisted the blade sharply before retracting the blade and sheathing it. There was no doubt that it had worked, the twin doors were there and already sliding apart, a thin sliver of white light forming a full blare as they opened totally, one that prompted him to momentarily divert his eyes. “Don't get lost now.” He snickered, stepping forward shortly after after through the doors and into the light. Perhaps he should have been content at once more returning to the place that had once been his home, but no, rather the mellow disregard had turned to a mild anger... They'd rejected him. The people he had served in that world had killed him. Soon enough it would be they to die.

[THIS IS my only post in this thread. The people who will be posting from now on are Ichigo, Orihime, Quincy boy, and eventually Urahara. NO ONE ELSE >:<]

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...HA!...HA!...YEEEEAH!"

Training. It was all he did nowadays. He missed class a lot thanks to his job as Rukia's stand-in, he doubted he'd be able to catch up. It pissed him off, being a bad student. It made him look bad, which, considering everyone already associated his orange hair with a bad attitude, wasn't a good thing. At present, the Soul Reaper was out of his body, taking his frustration out on a hapless tree with his zanpakuto. Rukia had gone off to make "observations," as she called them. Why? She was hardly a Soul Reaper anymore, so why did she go about her duties? And why did he have to be dragged into it? Why didn't she just go back to the Soul Society, or send a message with her weirdass cell phone, and ask for backup? He wasn't one of them, he just had their powers. So why the hell was he involved?

"Tch...nothing makes sense anymo-"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

Great. A Hollow. Well at least Rukia wasn't here to tell him how to go about killing it. She was more of a hindrance than help, honestly. Always telling him "GO FOR THE HEAD! WATCH OUT! BEHIND YOU! ICHIGO!" Sometimes it took every ounce of willpower not to hit her with his zanpakuto. She was a pain in the ass, a pain in the ass that souldn't be here. Grumbling, he ran off in search of the Hollow. He still hadn't gotten the hang of tracking their spiritual pressure, so he had to use the five senses he was used to. Hearing was the most useful at present, considering how the monster wailed.

Finally, hearing was matched up with sight. Without slowing down, he lifted his blade and swung at the Hollow. "Yaaaaaa...HA!" Hey, he actually managed to cut the head that time. As the Hollow dissolved away he placed his blade on his shoulders. "Phew...finding these guys is harder than killing them." Just as he was about to head back home (why be outside his body when Rukia wasn't around to nag him about his duties?) another Hollow appeared near where the first one had been. It charged at Ichigo, whose guard was down, and struck him before he could react. He slid backward as his blade was moved back into position. What the HELL? They never show up in the same spot!

Forget it. There was a Hollow and he needed to kill it.

As he ran towards the new Hollow, yet another appeared, then a third. Come ON, gimme a break! He slashed at the first one, killing it easily, then ran at the second. Two more Hollows showed up, and now Ichigo found himself surrounded. He snarled. "I don't have time for all of you!" Naturally, the Hollows didn't give a rat's ass about how much time he had. They all closed on him. With a swing of his blade three of them were dispatched, but more just kept coming to replace the ones he cut.

What was happening?

[Uryuu Ishida]

Damn! They're spawning way too quickly!

This was all that was going through Uryuu's head at the time.

Behind him a pair of hollows were ganging after him. He could easily take care of them, yes. He rather for a more peaceful approach rather than just killing them with blunt force... Or at least get them where they weren't so nearby certain places. When he had found these beasts, they were inside the town and Uryuu had to be the one to feel their presence. It was strange, yes, but at least he had sensed them before they could come any nearer to a public location. In all truth, sometimes he could actually care lare about what the hollows could do. The Shinigami, no matter how much it pained him to admit, could easily take care of them with as much as ease as he could. The main difference, though, was that Uryuu didn't recommend violence to the next guy, so he could refer such acts to the next guy, and then he do that to the next guy. It was an endless cycle Uryuu didn't want to start and get stuck in.

Always thinking too much, Uryuu almost swore he could feel one of the Hollow's breath on the back of his neck. He kept his cool, though. Keep calm. You're almost there. He was now planning on getting to an open space where he could wipe out both of the hollows with a single strike and not cause any aftershock to the residents of the town. He knew how some of the people there were able to sense spiritual energy, and him revealing that he was a cause of some of the shakes was not a smart idea. Looking ahead, he could see in the distance, a figure that was surrounded by these same beasts. Uryuu sighed and rolled his eyes. The amount of the Hollows spawning is way too fast for me to just keep shooting. More are going to appear if I kill these ones-- I just know it! He looked over his shoulder, seeing that they were just right behind him. But if I don't kill these ones, they might hurt someone-- no, not might. They will hurt someone.

Sucking in a breath, Uryuu swung himself around and raised up his bow (having carried it ever since he had found the first few hollows earlier and after killing them, decided it would be a good idea to keep the weapon out). He grasped onto the blue string of energy and felt it tremble underneath his grip. Uryuu narrowed his eyes, jumped back a few feet to avoid being hit, and formed an arrow of energy. It shone brightly and proudly as he let out the phrase, "Die!" He let go of the string which let go of the arrow, watching it rocket and slam into the first Hollow's head. After it let out a roar, he knew who had won the first round and drew out another arrow and turned his attention to the remaining Hollow. He took aim and let go of the string once more-- the arrow hitting the head of the other beast. "..." Uryuu turned his back and sighed, looking back to the figure that was being surrounded by more and more. The idiot's not supposed to be... Bah, to hell with logic.

With that, Uryuu ran and neared the group. As he moved closer, he could see orange hair. It definitely wasn't Orihime due to being sure that the girl wouldn't cut her hair and decide to style it after Ichigo's. Sure she admired the guy but Uryuu was sure she didn't idolize him. In case one couldn't tell-- it was Ichigo. Figures. Sighing, Uryuu stopped just a few feet away from the scene, drew out another arrow, and took aim. He narrowed his eyes while ignoring the fact that his glasses were beginning to slide down his nose. "Mm." He then let go of the arrow. Uryuu then repeated this process until he could hit a few of the hollows and make a path for him to get to Ichigo.

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[Orihime Inoue]

((Gearr the Tsubaki wonder ))

Hunger, something everyone had to endure, there were those who could go for several hours without eating anything, only nourishing themselves when they couldn’t take the grumbling of their stomachs any longer, then there were those who perhaps at regardless of hunger. It was hunger that had sent Orihime out into the town, she had hurriedly purchased ingredients to make something delicious…delicious to her at least. It was a well known fact that the young teen had a habit of eating strange concoctions which she invented herself; one such item was a choco death tart that she had made with green bean jelly, to her it tasted and sounded wonderful, but her best friend Tatsuki was one of those who found Orihime’s idea of good food somewhat disturbing.

A light sigh left the auburn haired girls lips as she swung her bag slightly at her side before humming a tune to herself, a lot of strange things had been happening lately…or perhaps that was putting it mildly. She wasn’t exactly sure how, or why, but she had gained a power…a gift of sorts perhaps. It had been a week or so now since she had first realised her power, strange fairy like creatures had manifested from the hairpins she wore in her hair, the pins her brother had given her before he died. There had been a feeling, a sense of dread that day, she had seen something…but she wasn’t sure what the something was exactly, or whether she was imagining it, all she knew was the knowledge that she had to get away from it. Tatsuki…that thing had hurt her, had made her cry and that was when it had happened, the fairies, the power…she still didn’t understand why she had it…but she wasn’t sorry for it either.

As she made her way further out of the main town she stopped suddenly, auburn hair dancing in the wind as she felt something familiar…that sense of dread she had felt that day…could...could this be? A loud roaring sound pierced the air and the young teen covered her ears with a scream, her bag lost to the ground, contents spilling. “W-What!?” she cried as her eyes were drawn to the sky, a large ferocious looking creature, its features masked, large bat like wings spread wide and eyes…eyes that were staring directly at her. Another loud roar pierced the air and Orihime took off at a run on rubbery legs, she had to get away from here, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing, but if that creature had its eyes fixated on her, then maybe…maybe it wouldn’t go looking for anyone else.

“I’ve got to get it away from everyone…” she thought as she ran, her heart thudding rapidly against her chest. Was it following? Her head turned sharply, gray eyes lifting to the sky as she once again beheld the hollow, it WAS following, if she could get it further away, if she could…her thoughts were cut short as the world around her skewed as she tripped, landing heavily on the ground. There was a moment of being dazed before the adrenaline in her system kicked in once more, and she rolled over quickly, intent on getting to her feet once more, but the hollow was already on her, feet landing either side of her body as it screeched, causing her to once more cover her ears…what was she going to do!? Suddenly the hair pins in her hair began to glow brightly causing the hollow to retreat somewhat into the air as the fairies from that day manifested themselves.

“Uh…” she was a little taken aback, but this wasn’t really the time to be thinking about exactly how they had been manifested. “Waddya mean 'Uh' yah stupid woman?!” Barked the newly formed raven haired spirit. “Buck up and attack already or so help me I'll kill you, nevermore that ugly mutt!” He snapped sharply swinging a foot to kick her in the eye. “Ow!” cried the young auburn haired girl as his foot made contact and she covered her eye instinctively. The blonde haired fairy in red put his hands on his hips and stared at the raven haired one. “Tsubaki stop it!” he cried, obviously annoyed at the fairy’s mistreatment of the young girl. With tufts of her hair in his hands he rounded on the other spirit. “Shaddap yah damn transvestite! The girl needs some guts.... I mean look at her!” He snapped giving a sharp pull on the hair. “She's pathetic!”

Why was he pulling her hair? It hurt, and the young teen let out a small whimper as Tsubaki argued with Shun'ô, her good eye trailing up to stare at the hollow that was circling like a vulture above them. “Um…guys” she said quietly, more worried about the threat from above than the torture Tsubaki was making her endure. The blonde fairy followed the young girls gaze to the hollow and frowned. "Do you remember your kotodama?" he asked his gaze turning back to Orihime before casting a brief glare Tsubaki's way. Orihime nodded slightly and shied away from Tsubaki slightly, hoping he'd stop hurting her now. Perhaps he would... Maybe...Probably not. “Well then damn well do it already yah slow ass or that big ol' lug's gonna rip yah up!” With a sharp and final yank of her hair he let go of her hair to face the thing, perhaps the girl would grow a set and freaking get on with it... Probably not, but he could hope. “R-Right” she cried wincing as he pulled her hair once more before she stood. “Tsubaki, Koten Zanshun, I reject!” With the kotodama recited Tsubaki took off into the air, aiming straight for the hollow, slicing it in half as a roar was released from the creature as it began to dissolve in the air. “I did it!” cried Orihime as she clapped her hands together somewhat excitedly, but the excitement was short lived as another roar resounded in the air…another hollow. “Woopdie freakin' do!” Tsubaki snapped sharply, aiming very carefully to kick her square on in the other eye. Damn woman.

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

Imagine you're Ichigo.
Now Imagine you're Ichigo surrounded by Hollows.
Now Imagine you're Ichigo surrounded by Hollows and a freaking ARROW buzzes past you and skewers the Hollow ahead and to the left of you.
What would your reaction be?

The real Ichigo's distraction was to cry out and jump backwards in surprise, right into the arms of the hollow behind him. Fortunately, that was the next one to be shot. Unfortunately, Ichigo wasn't prepared for it to vanish. He predictably fell to the ground, his back slamming against the concrete. Hollows closed in. More arrows. WHAT THE HELL? The onslaught had caused a brief lull in the storm, allowing Ichigo to sit up and place a hand on the back of his scraped and bleeding head.

Footsteps behind him, and he automatically got up and turned his sword on the stranger. Wait a second...this stranger...he'd seen him before. Where had he seen him? Out around town? No...the park? No. Dammit, this guy was so familiar! "Who the hell are you?" Ichigo demanded, "How can you see the Hollows? More importantly, how can you beat them? You're not a Soul Reaper."

Answers would have to wait, as more Hollows were now appearing. Annoyed at the interruption Ichigo charged into the latest cluster, cutting down anything in range. "I'M TRYING TO TALK HERE! BUZZ OFF!" Oh the irony...one of the Hollows was a giant fly.

((Uh...this sucks. Sorry about that. >.< ))

[Uryuu Ishida]

...Path was clear. Now he could keep going.

Uryuu felt his eyes widen just a bit but quickly readjust to their original size. When the orange haired man had turned on him, acting as if he were about to chop him into tiny bits and pieces, Uryuu was ready to shoot at him as well. Despite Ichigo still counting as a "technical" ally, he wouldn't hesitate in attacking him if he was attacked first. It was the way things worked. Smiling inwardly, he kept his outward expression solemn and serious while eyeing the other's weapon with honest disinterests. He then let his eyes scroll up to look at the orange haired man square in the eye. Soon, his eyes narrowed.

"Who the hell are you?"

...Idiot. Uryuu didn't expect Ichigo to have a solid nor stable memory. They probably hadn't talked in a while, if at all, so not all blame would be placed upon his head. How hard is it to have a photographic memory, hm? How bad he wanted to ask that, but he wouldn't. Not at a time like this. Maybe later when things had calmed down and cracking jokes would actually be allowed and accepted. Lifting up a steady and quick hand, he fixed his glasses that had been previously sliding down his nose. He had just decided to ignore them at first, thinking it would be an easy task but was, just as easily, proven wrong. Just about anything could bother him if it wasn't in the right place. Sighing after fixing his glasses, he spoke in a serious tone, "There's no time to ask me 'who I am'." It was all he could say at the time before turning his head to glance over Ichigo's shoulder.

"How can you see the Hollows?"

Easy, he was a Quincy.
Next question?

"More importantly, how can you beat them?"

Ditto.
Next question?

"You're not a Soul Reaper."

Not a question, but he'd work with it. Sighing, he let his gaze hit Ichigo. When getting no response, he realized that Ichigo had now disappeared from his spot. Looking into the nearby distance, he saw that the fool was already charging into another vast cluster of Hollows. Rolling his eyes, he repositioned his bow and took aim at some of the aerial Hollows. Squinting his left eye, he pulled back on the energy string while one arrow formed. Knowing him, he's going to get into too much trouble. Shutting his eyes, now, he concentrated.

"I'M TRYING TO TALK HERE! BUZZ OFF!"

Let me guess, one of the Hollows is a fly?

Just like that, when he opened his eyes, he saw a Hollow that was shaped like a fly. Brilliant. What a masterful piece of irony. How did he know? What a simple question. It would all have to be answered later when he and Ichigo could possibly continue their chat and get reacquainted with each other. After that, maybe, they would probably have to work together to find Orihime-- that is, if the idiot remembered (AT LEAST) her face. Uryuu had his doubts, though. Letting his eyes narrow to thin slits, Uryuu let go of the string. About two pairs of ten arrows were shot, making that a total of twenty.

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[Orihime Inoue]

Well, the first hollow had gone down pretty easily, and even as Tsubaki kicked her in the eye once more, causing her to whine and cover it, she found herself feeling at least some elation at her achievement. Orihime had never considered herself strong, not physically anyway, but somehow she had always managed to get through whatever situations arose, the road wasn’t always easy, but she always found her way. She hadn’t been expecting any of this, normally everyday was as uneventful as the next, get up, go to school, go home, it was routine, but even routine could be easily broken it seemed.

Any celebrating the young girl wished to do now would definitely have to wait as the hollow that had released that last loud roar reared its ugly head (looking remarkably like a giant sheep) Orihime raised her arms, standing defensively ready to fight as the creature drew closer, she was scared, she admitted that, but she had to fight it, if she didn’t it was likely that it would go and find someone else to ‘play’ with. “Be careful Orihime” Shun'ô voiced, watching the girl as the hollow roared once more before ripping one of it’s feet into the ground in the manner of a bull readying itself to charge at it’s intended target.

With a final roar the hollow took off, kicking up the ground as it tore across the grass at the young teen at an alarming speed, and Orihime found herself unable to say anything as she had to quickly dart out of the way, rolling across the floor before sharply getting to her knees as quickly as she could. “Ow…” she cried grabbing her arm, it was nothing more than a scrape, but it hurt well enough. In the time it had taken her to register the pain in her arm the hollow had already turned and was once again making its way towards her. Quick as a flash, Orihime drew her hands in front of her before reciting another kotodama. “Hinagiku, Baigon, Lilly! Santen Kesshun! I Reject!” with those words the three fairies moved, forming a triangle before her as an orange hued barrier formed just as the hollow reached her and the barrier took the full brunt of the hollows head as it tried to literally ram her, the barrier did not break, but the young girl had found herself forced back a couple of feet by the force.

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

Just as Ichigo was getting ready to slice the world's most ironic Hollow in half, a flurry of arrows came up from behind. Ichigo had just enough time to get out of the way before being impaled by at least three of them. "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU AIM THOSE THINGS!" Immediately after the useless outburst, the soul reaper swung his zanpakutō at a Hollow who had been hoping to take advantage of the distraction. If Hollows thought, it was probably thinking something along the lines of "oh crap" as the giant sword came crashing down on its comically flat head. Or maybe it was happy because it was being purified or something? Hell if Ichigo cared, his job was to cut them down, not dabble in Hollow Psychology. If the latter had been his job he would have said no. Let's ignore the fact that he said no to the former as well. That Rukia was damn persuasive. Or was forceful the word? Yes, that seemed more accurate, since Rukia had forced his soul out of his body. Man that had been traumatic.

Anyway, Hollows. There were still tons of them to get rid of, and though the stick figure of a guy had taken down one with each of his twenty arrows those had been replaced by at least forty more. Had he not been so worked up he would have sighed and said something along the lines of "Man, they never quit." However, he was so worked up, thus he let out a yell and began swinging his zanpakutō at the Hollows like an explorer swings a machete at overgrown branches. "THIS...IS...CRAZY!" He paused for a moment, only to have a Hollow lunge at him. This time he had to go on the defensive, keeping his sword between him and the Hollow's massive hand. "Where the hell are they coming from?!"

He really should have focused more on holding the Hollow back. It let out a wail and shoved its hand forward, knocking Ichigo onto his back and making him drop his zanpakutō. Adding insult to injury, the beast picked up Ichigo's weapon and hurled it into a large group of Hollows. Yeah, good luck getting that back kid. Well it just so happened that Ichigo was enough of an idiot to get up and charge after his only means of defeating the hoard. Pencil guy had his back, right? Dear god let Ichigo be right.

Not surprisingly, as soon as he began to make his way into the crowd of soul-hungry monsters one of them grabbed him by the shirt and threw him. The carrot top might have thanked it if the landing hadn't resulted in scraped and bloody palms. Ah, but there was his zanpakutō! He pulled his sleeves over his hands and grabbed the sword, hoping that gripping it tight enough would make his hands stop bleeding. He didn't have time to see if it would work, however, since being in the center of the group caused said group to close in on him. "Still haven't had enough? FINE!" Another swing, another two Hollows down. He was kinda starting to wish he had arrows.

[Uryuu Ishida]

"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU AIM THOSE THINGS!"

Feeling his eye twitch, Uryuu asked himself why did he have to be so goddamn loud. In his opinion, as long as it didn't him him, there was nothing to worry about. But to someone like Ichigo, that logic probably wouldn't work, huh? That man was like a mule -- too freaking stubborn for its own good. If Uryuu had to say that to get the orange-haired boy to shut up, he would. This was starting to get out of hand, and he knew it. This meant they had to find the other girl -- Orihime -- before it got out of hand. Why did they have to find her? Now, he wasn't even sure anymore. Maybe it was just instinct, maybe they knew each other before this whole ordeal, or maybe something was just telling him they had to find her.

No matter what the reason, all he knew is that he had to find her with this idiot.

Lifting his head, Uryuu already saw that he had lessened the amount of Hollows that were surrounding him. As he turned to check on the other, though, he was gravely disappointed. There he was -- swinging his zanpakuto like some child that had just earned their selves a wooden toy sword. Just the thought of that sent him hoping that this guy found him something like an ally.

"THIS...IS...CRAZY!"

And he stopped.

"..." With eyes now widening, he screamed out towards him, "Don't stop you idiot!!"

Maybe it was his scream that did it or maybe it was common sense, but (to his luck) saw that he had earned himself a defensive position. Okay, whatever, that was fine too. ... He guessed.

"Where the hell are they coming from?!"

Shaking his head, Uryuu refused to answer him. The Hollows were STILL multiplying, and it was beginning to get on his nerves. It felt as if he were the only one who actually knew, somewhat, what was going on. What was just making this situation even better is that he barely had an idea WHY he knew what was going on. He was a Quincy, so the point is... He shouldn't even being trying to save this guy. He hated Soul Reapers by heart, so that meant he should be distracting Ichigo from this fight and forcing him to fight against him. But why would he do something as selfish as that when the Hollows were attacking him, too?

Hearing a loud Hollow's wail sent Uryuu falling away from his thoughts. Lifting a slight shaky hand, he pushed up his glasses with a single finger. What he saw made him want to yell out, "You might want to hold onto your own weapons more carefully!" but didn't. The zanpakuto was tossed effortlessly to the side. Then, to make things worse, another Hollow had grabbed him by the shirt and threw him. Effortlessly, once again. Sighing loudly, he gracefully lifted up his bow and took aim.

...At least he had gotten his zanpakuto back.

"Still haven't had enough? FINE!"

"Do you have to be so loud?" grumbled Uryuu has he pulled back on the string. An arrow of light blue, flowing energy took form. Squinting one eye, he tilted his body a bit to the side before biting down on his lips. "Go!" He let go of the string, only to swiftly pull it back again and let go. Continuing his process, he began making a path through the Hollows quickly. Turning his head, he looked back to Ichigo, "We have to keep going! They're only going to keep appearing!"

"I Reject!"

It wasn't very clear -- if anything, it just sounded like a weak echo.

Feeling his eyes widen, he looked around before looking back to and through the path he had made. Just before more Hollows filled the emptiness, he could of swore he saw a bright orange. It was a speck's size, but it definitely wasn't human-made. What the hell is that? Biting even harder into his lower lip, he continued to shoot into the Hollows to keep that path.

ooc;; i suck at locational things, but i didn't want orihime to be lonely any more x'T i would feel bad ''orz[/size]