memory #3--sight and sensation
Kiba stepped into the elevator, intending to head down to the Bazaar for some food. However, when he pressed the button, instead of taking him down a level, a memory crystal fell from the ceiling, hitting him in the head.
"What the hell?" he muttered, fumbling to catch it before it fell. His fingers brushed against the crystal's facets before the elevator faded from his senses.
He was running, the panic that had his heart racing reflected in the face of the blond boy at his side. He'd seen him before--one of the people from his dream. They were surrounded by others in what he knew were school uniforms, also running...from what?
They passed a young girl with brown pigtails--he knew her, he'd seen her with this boy before--motionless, staring at whatever they were running from. They stopped, arguing with her, trying to get her to leave--but she wouldn't budge, her face finally firming from shock to determination. They all took off, going back in the direction from which they'd come. He was still scared, but was using that fear to drive himself.
All three students were running towards a wounded man with dark hair and a tattoo on his face--also someone Kiba had seen in his dream. The other man was facing off against a monster with a bone mask and claws; even as they watched, it raised an arm to attack. The three darted to surround him, blocking the claws with their swords. Kiba could feel his arms shaking with effort; the Hollow was monstrously strong to be able to exert that much force with just one hand.
Their desperate defense bought them some time, and the Hollow fell back momentarily. He held out his hands, palms out, chanting...something. A kidou spell? He'd seen Kazahana do it countless times but had rarely been drawn to do so himself--but he did in this memory, firing a large red blast in unison with his classmates that succeeded in driving the monster back a step. Instead of engaging it again, though, they broke and ran. Were they regrouping? Maybe waiting for reinforcements. Somehow, he knew that a Hollow of that size and strength was far beyond the abilities of a few students.
They shouted back and forth at each other while running, although of course he still couldn't hear what they were saying. As they reached a large clearing between buildings, the air around them began to shimmer, and they skidded to a halt.
Another Hollow appeared, as large as the first. Then another, and another, until they were surrounded by them. Fear and despair welled up within him, and his companions' faces were much the same. Despite this, they all held their swords drawn, seemingly determined to do what they could.
Out of nowhere, something appeared, slicing through the mask of one of the Hollows; it dissipated without a struggle. He turned dumbly as the object retracted, revealing itself to be the sword of a white-haired man with a wide, strange smile. He walked at the side and behind a kind-faced man with brown hair and glasses. His reaction to the two was odd and contradictory--in his memory he simply felt awe and relief and gratitude.
Now all he felt was hatred, rage and fear.
The man in the white haori--the captain--placed a reassuring hand on the girl's head, giving them all approving smiles. Then, the captain and vice-captain destroyed every last Hollow with the ease that spoke of experience and immense strength. The four students stood there, silent and awestruck.
(ooc: Scene on youtube.)