Bleach – Memory's Remnant

Ichigo – When I Finally Mourn This Loss

"Take this!" I shouted as I slashed the head of a yet another so called evil hollow. Rukia and I once again spent one tiring night together, fighting and murdering hollows that were spread here and there as well as rescuing souls and sending them to the soul society. It was hard for me, staying awake both day and night and living a completely different life as a high school pupil and a powerful, yet unknown by the rest human being, Shinigami.

However, I felt that something was going wrong, and day by day it got worse. I did not know what was wrong, nor I know how I could felt that way. The only thing I was sure about was that the hollows were getting stronger, and they came out more frequently, not like what I wished it would be. As time passed by, Rukia and I began to be overwhelmed by the almost infinite presence of them. Despite the fact that the hollows were getting stronger, there was one more thing that bothered me the most – a ribbon.

I knew not why, but lately I sometimes found myself having a ribbon in my hand, holding it tightly as if it contained precious memories and gave me power. I would not deny, I did feel stronger as I held that ribbon. Anyway, it was not mine, since I was and still am a man, but I, once again, had a strong feeling about protecting it, and someone that really owned this ribbon.

Then I saw a giant hollow dashing trough the winds to the road where, strangely a girl walking happily, hands holding each other before her chest. To me she looked like she was praying, for her life for sure, if she was about to be attacked by a devilish being. While Rukia was having fun slicing and slaughtering hollows, I jumped on top of the roof, chasing the giant and somehow abnormal looking hollow. Seriously, was there any hollow that has that kind of amber eyes and hold a black sword that looked like mine?

I made it to block the hollow's attack in time, and the hollow ceased opposition. The girl, still walking hapily, were surely looked familiar. I digged my memories, with hopes of finding her identity and realtionship with me. Was she a friend, or an enemy? Or was she sell cakes to me everyday? How could I forget? I racked my brain to know who she was, but I did it in the wrong time.

Just then I helt a heavy force pushing my sword towards me. The hollow attacked with full force, throwing me backward to a wall. I could hear tha huge impact, from the loud bang of the wall's cry until the tiny sound of broken bones of mine. I fell to the ground, and ended up sitting on the ground, powerless and visible to the girl. The girl looked surprised, shocked, and scared, but then she walked to me.

"Ichigo, are you okay?" She asked me with such a worried face. I stared at her eyes, wanted to dig deeper into her memories, so that I could remember who she was. I also caught her staring at my eyes as if we were best friend. I took my sword, and stabbed it to the ground so it could help me up. To my greatest surprise, she helped me up, pointing at the hollow, and nodded her head, as if she asked me to defeat the hollow, and at the same time convincing me that I could, to the best of my ability, defeat the hollow.

As she bowed beside me, took the ribbon I had dropped from my hand, and putting it in my palm, my memory's refraction began to form an image. She was the one who owned the ribbon. And yet she still gave it to me. She still believed in my words, although I had failed once. She smiled at me, and my power were suddenly refilled.

"Go." I said to her, hoping that what I just said was not too rude for her, and she could understand what I mean. As she ran into the darkest corridor, I slashed the hollow, but the hollow was fast enough to avoid it and gave me another blow. However, I was also a fast fighter, and a strong one, so I pulled my sword and blocked its attack. After I had blown its sword from its hand, I raised my sword up high, and with my strong will I slaughtered another hollow that day.

As I looked at the ribbon in my hand after I reclaimed my victory, I could remember clearly what had happened, who she was, and everything. I remembered the Valley of Screams, and her name. Senna.