Wow. That was shorter than I thought. I wanted to take a break for a few days and see if I could think out this book. I wake up this morning, and my head is bursting with ideas! Enjoy this chapter of Soul Memory!

"Shouldn't you be dead by now?" Takanuva asked the frog creature.

The strange masked creature said nothing, its only response being another line of poison shooting from the sides of its head. Takanuva dodged it, just like he had the other seven times. How long did this have to go on? He had sliced that thing with his golden katana sword to many times to count. All it did was heal and come at him with its poison or its massive hands.

Running a hand through his golden hair, Takanuva still couldn't believe how crazily dressed he was. Standing out against his somewhat-tanned skin, he wore a snowy white kimono, with gold spirals that were spiked on the outside woven into it. The gray scabbard that held his golden katana hung on a belt that was on his waist. Right now it was empty, his sword being held in his right hand. The katana had a grey handle, the blade colored a magnificent gold. Attached to the butt of the sword was a short gold ribbon about four inches long that had a sun design on it.

Takanuva heard a whistling sound behind him. He instinctively rolled to his left, coming up with his sword raised. He immediately saw two things. First, the whistling sound was coming from an arrow. It was unlike any arrow Takanuva had seen, though. It was blue, and it seemed to be composed of purely energy. The second thing he noticed was that the arrow wasn't aimed at him. It was aimed at the frog thing.

The arrow went right through the frog monster's head. It stumbled for a bit, then it fell over, dissolving the so much ash in the wind.

Takanuva heard footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw teenage boy, about seventeen years old. He had black hair that went halfway to his shoulders and Christian cross earrings. Wearing a white outfit with a blue cross that was imprinted on it, he seemed to be a strange sort of priest. What made him stand out, though, was his left hand. In it, he held a bow that was made of the same material of the arrow that Takanuva saw. This, he knew, was the person responsible for the monster's death.

"I knew the Soul Reapers were recovering from Aizen's assault on the Soul Society," the boy remarked, "but your performance against that Hollow was just embarrassing. Any Soul Reaper should have had an easy time with it."

"You don't understand," Takanuva explained. "That – what did you call it? A Hollow? I hit it in multiple places that should have killed it. I tried taking off its head, but it shook me off before I could do so."

"Really?" the boy said, intrigued. More to himself than anyone else, he commented, "So low-level Hollows like that can use instant regeneration? I have to tell Urahara about this."

The boy turned his attention back to Takanuva. "Who are you, anyways?" the boy asked. "I know you're a Soul Reaper, but I didn't know that there were more kimono color schemes other than black."

"My name is Takanuva," he replied. "Who are you, by the way?"

If the boy was insulted, he didn't show it. He just said, "I'm Uryu Ishida, and I am a Quincy. Now allow me to ask – what Company and Seat are you?"

"I'm sorry, Uryu," Takanuva replied, "but I don't remember anything other than my name. I didn't even know that I was, what you call, a Soul Reaper."

Uryu's mouth dropped open. He had never heard of a Soul Reaper losing his memories in his life. Was such a thing even possible?

"Uryu!" a deep voice yelled. Uryu turned around to see Chad running towards him. He looked worried, something he usually wasn't. That was cause for alarm.

"What is it, Chad?" Uryu asked, the alarm in his voice clear as diamonds. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," Chad huffed, having stopped three feet away from Uryu. "It's Orihime. She's gone!"

"What?" Uryu yelled. Orihime was their close friend, and practically the only cheerful one among them. She always looked on the bright side, even if it meant poking fun at her. It got to the point where Uryu, Chad, and Ichigo all got worried.

"Damn," Uryu swore. "First Ichigo disappears, and now Orihime? Do we at least know who took her?"

"I found a note written by Orihime," Chad said. "Urahara examined it, and found another spiritual trace on it. It belongs to that Espada, Ulquiorra."

"Do you need help getting her back?" Takanuva asked. "I don't know how much help I can be, but I can't just stand around and let this Ulquiorra do whatever he wants with Orihime."

"Come with us, then," Chad replied. "We're going to see a friend of ours. He'll get us into Hueco Mundo."

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