First chapter came out quite longer than I planned. (Or imagined.) This fic is, uhm, just to kill time. And the thought of a Hollow-killing gun just won't leave me. (Partly because of Saiyuki.) So yeah. Idly made, so forgive errors and other crap. And yeah, it's kinda off-story. Dunno if there'll be any love stories soon or whatnots. We'll see. Comments please!

Oh, and yeah. I don't own them Bleach people.

Hollow at three o'clock. Hallelujah, lock and load.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three bullet holes through the ugly Hollow's mask. It wails for a while, and then "dissipates."

"You okay?" the gun-wielding female asked her male comrade sitting nearby.

"Yeah. It got my uniform, though," answered the guy. Blood was trickling down his sleeved arm.

"You're bleeding."

"It's nothing."

"If you say so. I won't nurse you, you know."

"I'm getting worried about these freakin' Hollows," said the guy, changing the topic.

"Me too. But I don't have the luxury of worrying all the time," replied the girl. She went over to her friend and picked up the bag beside him. The boy grunted in response, taking the girl's comment as an insult. "No, seriously. I'm going to the university soon, and all this school shit is kinda getting to me. And so are fighting those ugly stuff. It used to be fun -"

"Now, it's not," the guy finished the statement.

"Yeah."

The girl gave the guy a hand. He got up, and they walked away from the scene. From not far away, the Last Quincy was watching.

"You saw someone get rid of a Hollow with a pistol?!" Ichigo blurted out.

He, Uryuu, Rukia, Orihime, and Chad were having lunch at the rooftop, and good thing there was no one else with them. Uryuu let out an exasperated sigh.

"I've told you the whole story three times already."

"But… that's like something out of the Saiyuki series! Purifying gun! You know Genjo Sanzo? Do you even watch TV, Uryuu?" Ichigo said, drifting farther away from topic.

"If I remember correctly," Rukia suddenly said. "There is a myth about a Hollow-killing gun."

"But if you say 'myth,' doesn't that make it old?" Orihime raised. Silly as it was, it made sense.

"Well, yes," Rukia answered, obviously thinking things over. "I think the gun is supposed to be as old as the story about the Quincy's. The weapon is called Kuroi-Eikyu."

At this, Uryuu replied. "The gun's passed over, generation to generation, too? Is that it?"

"Yes, but…"

"But what?"

"From what I remember of the myth, only shinigami are able to actually touch the Kuroi-Eikyu. Ordinary spirits, or humans, cannot touch it. And the last thing I heard about the gun is that it was stolen a few years ago."

"From Soul Society?" Ichigo asked, and Rukia nodded.

"Then, shinigami must have stolen it?" Chad suddenly said.

Rukia, then, abruptly looked worried, and even afraid. "Investigation about the theft is still running."

"But that's already years ago," said Uryuu. Rukia nodded again, nervously this time.

"If what you saw yesterday was indeed the Kuroi-Eikyu, we need to be careful. I don't know how a high school girl got hold of that -"

"Wouldn't you know her if she's a shinigami?" Ichigo asked.

"As far as I know, there are no shinigami working undercover as high school students anywhere in the world aside from myself."

Ichigo snickered at the comment.

"From what Uryuu recounted to us, the girl didn't sound like she'd be an enemy," Orihime said.

Uryuu shrugged and answered, "You never know. Anyhow, I'm going back to the place where I saw them and investigate."

"Are you kidding? Why should you go there?" Rukia replied.

"The Quincy looking for trouble as usual," Ichigo said lazily.

"Shut up," Uryuu snapped at orange-haired dude. "I'm fairly interested about this weapon you're talking about," Uryuu packed his lunch things and stood up smiling. "And if I get it back, won't Soul Society thank me?" He walked to the door leading down into the building and disappeared behind it.

Rukia shook her head. "He doesn't know what he's getting into."

Ichigo yawned and replied, "Let him get into some trouble. His life must be boring as hell, cross-stitching and all."

Omoi de wa… itsumo kirei dakedo…

A girl with shoulder-length black hair and pale white complexion in high school uniform was walking to a grass clearing near a river. She and Ren, her buddy, had discovered the place perfect for practice. Hidden from view and practically sound-proof. With all the noise going on in the city, a little unusual clatter would go unnoticed, especially since the place was surrounded with trees and all.

Sore dake ja onaka ga suku no… hontou wa… setsunai yoru na no ni…

She was listening to her iPod, occasionally glancing around if anyone was watching her going into the almost forest-looking location.

Doushite kashira… ano hito no namida mo… omoi dase nai no…

Upon reaching the place, however, she found another person, seemingly moderately scrutinizing the surroundings. She took off her earphones and stared, thinking.

Shinigami? No. But his spirit is stronger than that of an ordinary human… Who are you, dude?

Uryuu stopped and felt the power aura from the other day: the Kuroi-Eikyu wielder. Before turning around to face the newcomer, he took off his glasses. He decided to pretend and see how the girl would treat her.

"Hi. Erm, have you seen my glasses? I sort of dropped them somewhere and, well, I can't see too clearly for small objects," he reasoned out sheepishly.

The girl regarded him for a while, peering into his face, and finally walked over.

"Bad place to drop things. A lot of grass around here. If we're not careful, we might just step on your glasses and crush them," the girl replied.

Uryuu laughed quietly and rushed to the other side of the small clearing. He tossed his glasses on the grass behind a bush and pretended to move to another place in search of said glasses. Soon, the girl reached his side and peered into the thick bush.

"Hey, I think these are what you're looking for." The girl bent over and picked the glasses up. She raised them for Uryuu to see. Uryuu, then, approached.

"Yes, that's it. Thanks."

The girl handed the glasses over and Uryuu put them on.

"How about tea?" Uryuu took a chance. The girl looked at him, confused. "To thank you for finding my glasses."

The girl laughed and replied, "Okay, then."

The Quincy smiled back and said, "I'm Uryuu. Uryuu Ishida." He stretched out his hand for a shake.

"Aya Akihabara. But call me Aki." Aki shook his hand.

As you might have "guessed," it's very Saiyuki inspired. But no, not planning on any crossovers. So yeah.