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"Uryū lets go!" Yoruichi ordered as they flew through the Dangai.
"Right." The glass-wearing-teen replied as they race the Cleaner coming up like a speeding train on their backs.
This is getting ridiculous. Uryū thought
How many times was he to do the same thing over and over again? Ichigo messed up, he came in on the cleanup team to mop up.
As they exited the Precipice World in a rush of wind and light, the two separated as planned. Yoruichi, in her cat form, went to the upper-class villa estates and Uryū followed the colossal churning of reiatsu over at the Squad One Barracks.
"Seriously, what did Ichigo come to do? Start a war?"
Because that's exactly what it felt like. War, with no survivors.
Was this even a rescue?
He sighed in resignation. The things Ichigo Kurosake did left him baffled to no end sometimes. When the momentum from the Dangai died down he performed his hirenkyaku, gathering reishi under his feet quickly, then riding the surf to his destination. With his white cloak snapping like a whip in the wind around him, Uryū materialized his bow as he drew closer to the site, then he skidded to a stop in mid-air, his bow limp at his side. Upon seeing what he could only describe as the most belligerent display of dissonance he has ever witness, he couldn't help the genuinely confused expression on his face!
He anticipated something insane but this...!
"What the-?" And here he thought nothing could surprise him anymore. Wrong! Words failed him as he stared at the battlefields both below and just before him.
Recovering somewhat, Uryū pinned his glasses with his index finger to the bridge of his nose growing more irritated, his puzzlement getting erased by the anger rising within him...
"And just what part of a rescue is this suppose to be?"
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Just a few hours ago, Uryū was in the middle of his summer job, his business his own. His father demanded that he worked at the hospital for the summer so naturally, he decided to get a different job entirely-two in fact. One at a fast food restaurant during the day and the other, at a fabrics store at night.
He was just finishing up with the last order of the day at the restaurant when Yoruichi showed up flash-stepping through his workplace. One second he was standing at his station about to deliver a customer's food order, the next, there was only the station, no food, and one flabbergasted customer.
Uryū looked down as the city passing under him in the blur.
"I hope you don't mind me eating on the run but I'm absolutely starving," Yoruichi said with one side of her mouth stuffed with the hamburger sandwich, a bulged cheek working on grinding food into swallowable pieces. One hand dragging him by his collar, the other holding a...take-out bag? with his customer's fries. The drink was nowhere in sight.
When did she grab a take-out... bag? His off-thought broke when he saw that she was completely nude!
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He yelled, his face looking down, red as a tomato with blushing.
First, it was as the talking cat thing, now she pulled something like this? No wonder Ichigo is afraid of her.
With the food devoured, she grinned evened white teeth down at him. He struggled against her grip, wriggling, and thrashing about for some time without any success. Despite his struggling, he was yet to hear a thread pop from his suspended weight. The fabric of his uniform must be an over-achiever.
Kidnapped by super-strong-naked-flying-soul-reaper? You just don't prepare for that in the design scenarios.
"Need you for something real quick." The Goddess of Flash said when they landed in the front yard of Urahara's shop. Uryū closed his eyes tightly, "Fine!" He bit out. "But could you please put some clothes on first."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said in the male's voice of her cat form. "follow me and I'll explain," the cat urged, her proud tail wagging as she ran towards the shop entrance.
"As if that form makes me un-see all of that from a moment ago," Uryu said stomping after her.
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Now, after changing into his Quincy cloak, he was about to engage in a fight he was forced into. Although, he couldn't deny the surge of excitement thrumming through him, awakening him in ways only the thrill of an impending battle can do. It's been a while.
He released a breath.
Before him, two monsters faced off. Mayuri's Bankai with its myriad of razor sharp blades sticking out of its neck, gigantic blind baby head ringed with a metallic halo and its caterpillar-like body headed at full speed at a completely hollowified Ichigo who readied his horns to fire. Of the two, Ichigo was the one that gave him chills. Uryū can still recall all the details of that horrible night at the top of Las Noches Castle, the devastation it brought to the land and him. But the worst part, was when Ichigo could no longer hear his voice. Could no longer tell friend from foe.
It didn't escape him that no one except Mayuri, Ichigo and Nemu was able to move meaning everybody else was paralyzed.
"Damn it." He cursed under his breath for more reasons than one.
Uryū quickly summed up the situation and judging from the malicious reiatsu building in the air, his proximity and the force and direction of the wind, he came to the conclusion that he only had three seconds and one, just one, shot at this.
If he missed, then they were all dead. Then by my pride as a Quincy, I will not!
On the count of three.
1...
Uryū repositioned himself to take the shot, knocking his bow with an arrow effortlessly.
As if the rapid decay of time had decided to take a vacation, in that moment, everything slowed. The sounds around him dulling to a low hum, the scattered activities stilled leaving only the vibrations of his weapon as it gathered Reishi.
In a reverent voice, he breathed, "Seele Schneider: Anhäufer"
2...
With a deep exhalation through his mouth, Uryū drew back the thin blue string to it's fullest extent, taking his measure on his target- his arm tensioned just right. The spiral red ball of power building up between those horns was pushing out enough dark power to make any grown man tremble like a leaf in a high wind yet the hands holding the arrow taut and aimed were as steady as a surgeon's.
3!...
Uryū released Seele Schneider with a loud 'twang' sending it flying at Ichigo, at his horns and all hell broke loose.
Ichigo let out a shriek, the sound heralding the destructive power that had pooled in between his white horns now burst in a rush of crimson and for what seemed like the longest of moments, the golden light of the sun seeded control of the sky to the red rage blast from the creature.
Whoever said that a lot can happen in a day, needed to really, really upgrade that to seconds.
Just as he perceived his arrow making contact with Ichigo's power, a heartbeat before it hit Ashisogi Jizo, Uryū's blue eyes blinked in disbelief because directly behind the beasts from Hell's Pit and in the line of fire, stood Nemu!
"What in the living hells?!"
With her arms clasp before her, face impassive as if there was no incinerating Cero heading her way like a comet on one of those 'destroy-everything-in-its-path' missions. She looked like she was planted there, immovable like perfect marble but from hundreds of yards away from where he hovered, even with everything that was happening around him, he could sense her panic above all else.
"That bastard." Uryū cursed again, kicking hirenkyaku into overdrive. He was fast but could he get to her in time?
Pushing the doubt in his mind away he focused all that he had into gathering Reishi under his feet, riding the glittering wave. Nanoseconds ticked on, hundreds of yards covered in a fraction of a heartbeat, racing against the very power he had unleashed into the fray.
The scene beside him unfolded as he crossed it in a blur of white, going faster than he ever had before, his new target a hair's breadth away. In a fantastic moment, both he and Mayuri caught sight of one another. With his big eyes barely turning, the Captain grinned at him like he had just won some secret victory over Uryu. He didn't have time to think what that meant. He had to get to her.
I have to get to her.
His fingertips brushed the alabaster skin of Nemu's hand just as his arrow hit it's intended target. The contact between the powers created a tremendous sound of air being sucked in as if the entire Seireitei took in a breath only to roar out with a deafening explosion.
The airburst sent Uryu flying in one direction and Nemu in the other. For a while, all he could do was try to right himself against the ravaging winds unsuccessfully. He went spinning and twisting in the air so much so that parts of his cloak and both sleeves were ripped clean off by the sheer force of the gust alone. Screams all around him, people panicking as the shockwave upheaved some of the buildings from their very foundations, grand fissures fanned out as cracks made their appearance on the surface. When his back met something solid, the force from the impact almost made him retch. The air in his lungs deserted him in a rush, his consciousness quickly following. As he closed his eyes, his glasses lost in the chaos, the last thing he remembered just as he completely blacked out was something flashing before him and strong hands around his waist.