AN: Hopefully this fic remains a one shot, I really don't want to write more in it due to other fics that I'm trying to work on. Blame this on watching FF:U through the first DvD, and now I have to shoot the plot bunnies that are trying to bury my house, hopefully, they'll kill each other in the process...

The golden arm piece attracted his attentaion, as did the red gun.

A smile crossed Alexander Lavelle Harris' face as he quickly spotted the rest of the pieces needed to form what he was thinking about. It would take a bit more cash, but he could handle it. The strange clothes and eyeware were perfect for the part.

He eagerly purchased the stuff as he smirked at Buffy's choice of a noblewoman costume.

And then the smirk began a grin, Angel had nothing on his costume.

His eyes opened slowly as he felt a pulse of magic, strange magic, continue past him.

Warily, he began to walk, this was not a part of Wonderland, perhaps it was where the children were from.

As he spotted monsters running amuk and instinctively drew the red pistol with his left hand, he heard someone call for a Xander, whatever that was, and continued on his way.

His weapon barked twice as he dropped as many monsters in his slow and at least partially leisurely stroll.

The one who had been called Black Wind walked calmly through the chaos, an aura of competance seemed to surround him as he glanced at the object that encased his right arm.

A pirate he dealt with left him with a light feeling, and an odd feeling touched him when he used another bullet to deal with some sort of canine creature.

Willow was getting annoyed, Buffy was running from her and Angel, Cordelia was raving about Xander going all psycho and shooting things, and well, Xander hadn't even reacted to her calling his name. When she found whoever was behind this mess, she wasn't sure exactly what she would do, but it wouldn't be very nice.

Then she saw something that horrified her, Spike had Buffy and had something close to an army with him

"Put her down," came a slow command from the shadows.

Spike spun to see a man clad in a flowing cloak walking towards him with a gun and vamped out.

"Idiot, guns can't kill me," he laughed, "Now back off, or I kill the girl."

A gunshot sounded and Spike released his grip on the overdressed girl.

"Bloody hell..." Spike stammered as he examined the damage to his shoulder.

"Huh," the figure said as a golden thing on the figures arm became visible, "It moved, Soil is my power!"

The device bagan to slowly mutate, shrinking down to a golden, and yet oversized handgun with three openings and something attaching to the forearm.

"The Magun has thawed," the entity said calmly.

"What?" the vampire stammered as he stared at the strange weapon with an odd feeling of fear.

"The Soil Charge Triad to use against you has been decided."

The man reached down to his belt and pulled out a small capsule of dark mater.

"From the darkness we all see, Mother Black," he said tossing it to land in an opening at the back of the gun that sealed behind it, only to have him pull out a capsule of red.

"From the flames of heat, Fire Red," the being said with another toss and catch while grabbing a third capsule, this one gold, "And with the blessing of the light, Burning Gold!"

He raised the weapon and fired, releasing a cloud of smoke and three converging points of light, each one matching one of the capsules.

"Burn I summon you, Phoenix," the entity said without raising his voice.

The flashes struck Spike dead center and nothing seemed to happen.

"Ha mate, I told you that guns don't hur..." but the leech was cut off by an explosion of flame that signified the appearance of the summon.

The firey bird formed, taking all of Spikes minions with it before rocketing skywards to seem to shatter a hole in the sky that showed odd stars, before sealing up.

"Who...who are you," Cordelia asked in a shocked awe at the burned out warehouse.

"Call me..." the man said, pausing for a moment as if searching for the right word, "...Kaze."

And then the spell ended, a piece of the destroyed warehouse having managed to perfectly lant a steel beam through the roof of Ethans shop, shattering the statue of Janus.

It was a week later and Xander was standing atop the roof of the school, looking at the Magun that was now a part of his arm, his heart.

The capsules were there as well, and things were definately going to be interesting, if he were chinese, he'd have thought himself cursed.