Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. But all this craziness is, so ENJOY. If you don't I'll tell Tousen you said his justice was flawed.


"So...what's your plan exactly?" A dark skinned shinigami with cat-like eyes asked lazily. He yawned, glancing up at the 46 judges in front of him. They didn't exactly have the authority to order him around, so it wouldn't hurt to be a smartass every once in a while. Kept the idiots in their place. There was a reason they had been given judiciary positions instead of becoming shinigami, and sometimes he wondered if they understood that.

"You are going to go on an ambassadorial trip to Hueco Mundo to explain that we did not in fact kidnap their third espada, it was an unfortunate accident and we lost a captain as well." The leader of the 46, still a young man, gazed down at the shinigami, eyes meeting the haori he was wearing. It was no secret the judge was still spiteful about not getting a position in a squad. He thought that he had a right to a position, regardless of the fact he had no reiatsu. "Is that a satisfactory plan Shihoin-nibantaichou?" Yes, it was, but not in the way he suspected the noble thought.

'There is something suspicious afoot, oh well, I'm sure I can take care of it...' As the shinigami thought this, he reached inside of his haori and felt the piece of cloth hanging inside of it, 'Did they truly organize this, Awai?' Shihoin Yabun smiled, "Yes, that will be quite satisfactory, thank you Kame-san." With that the founder of the stealth forces Shunpo-ed from the room, to the gargantua that would take him to Hueco Mundo.

"Shihoin is brighter than this, he is likely suspicious of our plans." A tall female commented. "I know, but he is still reeling from the losses of his fellow captains." The judge named Kame answered.

'If they are truly attempting to send me to my demise, I can at least prepare...' With this, the captain of the second division began making hand signs, chanting under his breath, "Oh unpitying gods, gaze upon our strife, we mere mortals. I, a pitiful worm, call upon your great power, when man steps through these doors; resurrect my fallen kinsmen, for the threads of their destiny were cut too early. Tendo #756, resurrection of the fallen warrior." Satisfied, the founding captain continued on to the gargantua that would leave him stranded in Hueco Mundo until the present day.

Ichigo was minding his own business, walking down the streets of soul society, when he realized he was lost. "DAMMIT! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I FOLLOW YACHIRU'S DIRECTIONS!!" The orange haired shinigami took another step, not even realizing he was passing through a door. But once he passed through it, even he could sense the jolt of energy surging through his body. 'Ah, it appears the kido has finally been evoked.' A deep voice said, drifting through the room. "Wh-who are you?"

'Hmm, but no one is playing their roles...someone must fix that...' A higher voice replied, tinkling like the sound of bells, 'Even Reio has lost his position...'

"Hey, I asked you a question!!" Ichigo whirled around, only to find the room was empty. 'This boy shall do fine...boy?' The lower voice asked, and Ichigo knew he was being addressed, "What is it? And who are you?" The higher voice spoke next, sounding as though it was smiling, 'You must go to the other side and restore the roles of this worlds people, only then can we fulfill our task.'

"Eh? Wh-what are you talking about who are..." Ichigo was cut off as the room disappeared, turning to black as the voices seemed to be conversing, 'Yes, he will do fine.'

As Yabun sat in the Menos forest, a small smile spread upon his lips, the seal had been activated, now he must go reestablish the treaty...if only the quincy hadn't been killed off.

Change of role

As Ichigo awoke, he sensed something was wrong. The setting was the same, a rickety shack, a road of dirt, but it didn't feel right. And as he stood up, he found out why. The constant presence of Seireitei had disappeared, and the layout had changed. A blacksmith was pounding at a piece of metal, and since there weren't too many blacksmiths in Rukongai, that meant something.

"Hey kid, pay up." A gruff voice demanded, and as Ichigo turned the corner, he met the site of a giant man holding a small child by the collar of his shirt, "You know you gotta pay taxes."

"B-but, the only money I have is f-for food, s-samurai sir..."

"Too bad, now pay up." Ichigo took a step forward and moved to put draw his sword. But all his hand met was air, and as Ichigo cursed under his breath, he realized he had other problems to worry about. He wasn't in soul society anymore. But he had the distinct feeling he was in Japan.

Change of role

As Ichigo continued down the street he thought about his predicament. Where exactly was he? And what were those voices? 'You must go to the other side and restore the roles of this world's people.' Roles? What did that mean? As in roll roles? Or as in jobs? Gah, it was all so confusing, but one thing was for sure, he had to get home, and fast.

Change of role

As the sun rose directly above, Ichigo was lost in thought. Not paying attention is a bad thing, as the strawberry found out when he ran into the giant from earlier.

"Hey, punk, what do you think you're doing?" Ichigo felt himself being lifted off the ground, held in a grip by the giant, a muscular man with brown hair and a beard. "No one runs into me and gets away with it." Ichigo replied to this with a grin and a kick to the brutes face, "And no one grabs ME and gets away with it."

Suddenly Ichigo found himself surrounded by a group of men, all armed, and all...well, giants. Ichigo fought them, and he fought hard, but he just wasn't strong enough without his boost of reiatsu, which had magically disappeared. They wore him down with their swords, and their sheer strength. As the giant got ready to deliver the final blow, he suddenly fell back.

"Now now, it ain't nice to go attackin people for runnin into ya." Ichigo looked up slowly to get a look at the person who had saved him. Let's just say it wasn't who he expected.