[This entire chapter is dedicated to Mr. Uryu Ishida's POV]
I couldn't determine the length of time I had been running, but the muscles in my legs were screaming from overuse. I didn't have time to waste, I couldn't allow myself even a minute to rest.
Every minute I wasted was another minute Orihime didn't have, amd that was what kept me going, feet pounding the hard ground at a tremendous rate of speed. My lungs were aching by the time I had caught up to him, or so I thought.
He left a building with the number 12 upon its face, but Orihime wasn't there... So where was she?! I felt a surge of immense hatred, viciously swirling around my bloodstream so that my blood boiled and my spiritual energy flared up once more.
I shot forward, grabbing the man by the front of his shinigami uniform and slamming him with as much force as I had left into the front of the building.
"WHERE IS SHE, YOU MONSTER." I roared out furiously, knotting the fabric in my hands to keep my grip om him.
His eyes widened, obviously caught off guard by both my appearance and surge in strength. He however kept his visage level.
"Who is it that you are referring to, Ryoka boy?" He questioned emotionally, his dark eyes boring into my own.
I wanted to curse the man, to screech out my fury at him taking away my friend from me. My beautiful, kind, caring friend... But I had to hold it together, for her sake. I knew how Ichigo would handle a situation like this. Sword drawn, guns blazing sort of style mixed in with choice words.
I took a deep breath.
"The red haired girl who was knocked unconscious. Where have you taken her?!"
He grinned devilishly, enjoying the way I was struggling to control myself.
"Oh... the cutie that fool Kutana nearly blew to bits... I turned her over to Captain Kurotsuchi, the head of the department of Research and Development. I bet he can't wait to dissect your little /girlfriend/."
He smiled even wider at the cold fury on my face when he enunciated the last word, my limbs stiffening as his words started to sink in..
Dissect her? Like a research animal? How could anyone do that to someone?! It made absolutely no sense!
His arm grasped me, and he casually flung me to the side, my body hitting the pavement hard.
"I doubt you'll ever see the likes of her again." He snickered, turning away from me.
Big mistake.
I gathered the ratii in the air at an astounding rate, forming my bow and arrows. I drew back the taut string, aiming for his soul chain and soul sleep then released it, the arrow splitting in two before hitting its target.
I smirked as he dropped like a stone, confident he'd lost his powers for good. I had no chance against a captain, but I knew that if I could draw him out of his barracks, I could break the rules and remove the glove to give me a higher amount of power to take him out.
I wasn't going to let a girl like her perish in a place like this. As much as I hate to admit, she's beautiful. She was far out of my league but I couldn't help it. I had a crush on her. And though I've tried suppressing it, the feelings remained.
I guess I'll always like a girl who's eyes is on a guy who doesn't take notice of her.
[4 hours later. Location: The old district.]
I supressed my spiritual pressure when I left the barracks, keeping a low profile by knicking a shinigami uniform and acting as though I belonged. It worked surprisingly well and after an hour of chatting dully with the squad members about me just graduating the academy, they let me be.
I would stay here for a minimum of two days. Two days and I'd have a sure fire way of getting her out of there.
I wonder though, if I were to die to rescue her, would those warm gray eyes of hers always remain as such? Foolish as it sounded, I didn't want her to cry for me. I wanted her to live for me.
I closed my eyes, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose before drifting into an uneasy slumber.
Uryu sure is going through hell! Wonder if Orihime is doing any better.... Next chapter will be all about her and what's going on within the halls of Squad 12!
