Author's note: Due to major writer's block, I haven't been writing much. I'm hoping to change that here shortly, and here's my first attempt to get past it. It's a little bit more angsty than I'm usually accustomed to writing, but copper loved it so much she demanded that I post it. There will be a continuation because she's demanding one, so I should get that here pretty soon.

Super big thank-you to copper for the prompt! [glomps]

Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters, etc. belong to Tite Kubo. All rights reserved.


Drabble VII: Gun

Cautiously, he took a step towards her shaking form. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The dim light that filtered through the broken shutters illuminated the gun that she was holding.

"'Hime, put the gun down," he pleaded. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"No," she whispered. Her hands shook as she raised the gun, her eyes widening as he took another step towards her. "Stay away!"

"I can't do that." A bitter-sweet smile quirked his lips. Taking another step forward, his brows furrowed when she hurriedly took a step backwards, her back hitting the wall behind her.

"Just...go away. Don't come near me." Her throat burned from the sobs she was choking back, her heart pounded painfully in her ribcage.

"Put down the gun."

Reaching out to take the gun from her, his eyes widened as she screamed.

A gunshot echoed throughout the empty warehouse.