Ok i've been meaning to get back into writing for aaaages, and since it's the new year... My other fic shall be completed in time, but for the time being hopefully these little oneshots will get my inspiration back.

"Twenty-six…." Chop. "…twenty-seven…." Stab. "…twenty-eig- OW THAT BLOODY BASTARD HIT ME!" Several unnecessary chops at the hollow remains, Ishida observed as Kurosaki Ichigo dealt the vengeful damage to hollow number twenty-nine, wondering how Kurosaki was only just noticing the pain from the attack that really came from hollow number seventeen.

Yes, Kurosaki Ichigo was truly an idiot.

"Ha! Take that Ishida! At this rate I've probably almost killed more hollows than you have in your entire lifetime!"

"You do realise that I've been hunting hollows on my own for almost eight years."

Ishida stated calmly as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. He swore was going to get better frames one day soon.

"Yeah well if I'm catching up already then that just means you've been doing a crappy job recently!"

"Well actually Kurosaki, I've killed more hollows than you have since our rivalry began, so if anything that just shows your severe lack of skill."

"Oh yeah! Well prove it!"

Obediently Ishida pulled a small notepad from beneath his cape and flipped a page. Handing it to Ichigo smugly, Uryuu laughed mentally at Ichigo's face as he flipped page after page, knowing that every day for the past six months was dated, complete with tally and total of hollows killed for each of them. The proof of the Quincy's superiority over the shinigami substitute was most definitely there.

"…"

"What's the matter, is the truth too hard for you to handle Kurosaki?"

"…You're such a nerd, I can't believe you kept a record of that for all this time!" Kurosaki huffed, throwing the notepad back at him in a tantrum before stomping off. Uryuu figured that he would probably be off searching for more hollows to kill in a vain attempt to even the score.

Catching the notepad and quickly adding up his own total for the evening Uryuu decided to call it a night. Let Kurosaki try and catch up if he could.

As he walked back to his apartment, Ishida realised that perhaps keeping score for all this time might have just been a bit…nerdy as Kurosaki had put it. Then again he couldn't really care less about that, after all how could he possibly resist the opportunity to rub his success in Kurosaki's face.