Sumarary: The lead characters are Shunsui Kyoraku and Jushiro Ukitake. They're very simlar to their cannon counterparts as are their memories of the world they left. Everything in their new world is a very well blended mixture of the worlds of Avatar The Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, and Bleach characters with my own ideas thrown in the mix.

Author Notes: This is an odd idea that apeared in my mind at about three o'clock in the morning when I was trying to write more of my other Bleach fan fic, HE WASN'T LATE. This idea just wouldn't leave me alone. I had to write it. I have only the loosest of notions of where this could be going.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this fictional universe. Tite Kubo created Bleach. Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konitzko created Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend Of Korra. This is just a fun writing exercise.

CHAPTER ONE: BOUND BY SNOW

Shunsui Kyoraku woke up groaning. The first thing he was aware of was the cold. His whole body felt frozen. His feet were the coldest. This is not the eighth barrack, Shunsui thought. He opened his eyes. He was lying down in snow. His back was against the ground. He was facing a grey clouded sky. Nope, definitely not the eighth barrack. It's not the Soul Society either. Where am I?

Shunsui laid still for a second before moving. He had a very specific mental of what he looked like and what he should be wearing. Shunsui's usual clothed consisted of a black hakama with a white haori. The haori was mostly hidden by a ladies pink kimono with a floral pattern. His hair was long and brown, worn in a low ponytail. On top of his head he typically wore a straw hat. On his feet he wore sandals.

As Shunsui looked down at his body, his chest, his arms, and his legs, he noticed that almost none of what he thought was currently true. He was not dressed the same at all. His feet were bare. On his legs were loose dark green pants. Over his chest was a short sleeved tunic, a light green trimmed with yellow and darker shades of green. There were bands of dark green cloth on his wrist, also trimmed with yellow.

Shunsui sat up. He felt an unbalanced weight on his back. A piece of thin rope sat on his shoulders. The rope was connected to whatever was on his back. Shunsui felt along his back. He picked up the item which felt like straw. He lifted it and the rope over his head. It was a straw hat. That's not exactly the kind I wear, Shunsui thought, Well at least it's a hat.

Shunsui stood up. With one hand he held the hat. With the other hand he ran fingers through his hair. His was jaw length. I haven't worn my hair this short since I was a kid, he thought. He placed the hat on his head. He crossed his arms then beginning rubbing them. Shunsui chanted something. Nothing happened. No kido! I don't have my Zanpakuto. I don't have my powers…If I stay out here, wherever here is, then I'm going to freeze to death! Shunsui looked forwards. For as far as the eye could see there was nothing but flat snow covered land. He turned to his left and saw the same. Then he turned completely around. What Shunsui saw then, made his eyes go wide with alarm. It sent him running forward.

On the ground up ahead of him was a man lying face down in the snow. The man's hair was white. His hair was straight and pulled back in a low ponytail. The man was slender of form. He was dressed in a dark blue anorak with a white fur collar. His pants were a dark blue trimed with same white fur. On his hands were blue mitts. On his feet were mukluks.

Shunsui rushed over to the man. He turned the man over on to his side. Shunsui's eyes went even wider than before. "Jushiro?" he said.

The man coughed up blood and snow. The man nodded. His face was very familiar to Shunsui. This was Jushiro Ukitake. The clothes he should have been wearing were the black hakama and haori, the clothes of the shinigami captains. There were only three other changes in his apearnce. The first change was his skin. His skin was several shades darker than it should have been; it was a light shade of brown. The second was his hair. Shunsui had not seen Jurshiro with his hair pulled back in almost a hundred years. As for the third…

"Your eyebrows are as white as your hair," Shunsui blurted out.

Jushiro smiled weakly. His face became suddenly confused. "Your eyes are green?"

"No, they're not!" Shunsui said, "I'll have you know, my eyes are a very nice shade of brown."

"Not anymore," Jushiro said. He sat up. He looked around. "Where are we?"

"I don't know." Shunsui said. He looked in the one direction he had not looked before. Off in the distance, there was something that might be a river.

"The last thing I remember," Jurshiro said, "I was training with new members of my division. I had to stop because of illness." "I was in the office with Nanao-chan." Shunsui grinned. "She was complaining again about doing most of the paper work. Better her than me. I laid my head down on the desk. The next thing I knew I was here." Shunsui rubbed at his arms. "It's cold, so cold here. I don't how I got these clothes, but boy am I ever dressed wrong!"

"My Zanpakuto," Jushiro said, "Where is it?"

Shunsui did his best to shrug. With his teeth chattering and his body shuddering from cold, the shrug was less than effective.

"I can't do kido!" Jushiro shouted, "What's going on? What-" Jushiro started coughing again.

Shunsui became worried when the coughing did not stop for over a minute. When the coughing did stop, Jushiro passed out. Shunsui bent over his friend concerned. He spoke aloud as if Jushiro could hear him even though he knew this wasn't so. "That's the worst you've been in a long time. This is not a good place for that. If we were back home, I'd get you to Unohana." Shunsui gazed around at the snow. "Wherever this is, I don't think there are any hospitals near here!"

Shunsui lifted his friend. He draped Jushiro over his shoulders. Shunsui dragged his friend far more than he carried him. "Either you've gotten heavier," Shunsui said, "Or I've gotten weaker. Maybe Nanao-chan is right about laziness leading to weakness." Left unspoken was the thought, if I don't find us a shelter somewhere, we may die out here!"

Shunsui walked toward where he thought there was a river. Snow began to fall heavily. Soon it was a full on blizzard. I can't go any further…I must…I can't! Shunsui collapsed. Was because of the cold, his exhaustion, or the weight of his friend? He wasn't sure. He only knew that he could not take a step further. Shunsui laid down on the snow near the river. The ground beneath him began to crack. It was then he realized his mistake. There might have been snow under him but beneath the snow was not ground. It was ice. The river was no river but a break in the ice. The ice continued to break around Shunsui. It almost separated him from Jushiro who was now laying next to him. Shunsui grabbed a tight hold on his friend hugging him closely to his side. He rolled himself and Jushiro away from the edge of the widening crack in the ice. He soon found that they were on a floating chunk of ice.

"Seriously," Shunsui said, "not a good day." He closed his eyes.

He awoke to heat. It was comforting. It was soothing. Shunsui heard voices speaking.

"Really Rangiku, do you have to be so aggressive?" a man asked. There was the sound of a door slamming.

That voice, Shunsui thought, I know that voice. Isn't he supposed to be dead?

"You can open your eyes I know you're awake," the man said, "Your breathing changed. The rhythm of your heart is moving at a slight faster beat."

Shunsui opened his eyes. The man who had spoken, was standing over him. "Ichimaru!" Shunsui shouted.

The man shook his head. "I assume Ichimaru is the name of a person. I do not know who that is. My name is Gin Kotetsu." The man was the image of Gin Ichimaru except for two things. His skin was darker, a light brown. His eyes were wide open revealing a blue color instead of green. Otherwise it was the same face. The white hair was the same in the same short style with the long bangs. The near constant smile was the same. The man's clothes were not. He was dressed in long sleeved light blue robes. The robes were trimmed in white fur.

"My friend the fire bender got a little too angry at the sight of you," the man said, "I'm afraid she singed your hair a bit."

Shunsui looked around. He was on a cot. The room was small. The walls were wooden planks. The room seemed to be rocking. "Where am I? What land? What world?"

Gin's brows went up. "Oh my, you don't know? You're near the city of Kuruk. You're onboard a Water Tribe ship."

This guy doesn't act like the Gin I knew, Shunsui thought. The Gin he knew was a traiter to the Soul Society, the world Shunsui was from. In in the Soul Socity Gin had been a captain of the gotei thirteen, much as Shunsui was. The captains were the leaders of the shinigami, the soul reapeers. Gin Ichimaru had betrayed them along with Aizen and Tousen. All three had been tratiors. All three had met traitors' fates. Both Ichimaru and Tousen had died in battle. Aizen had achieved his goal of becoming immortal and as such could not be killed. Instead, Aizen was imprisoned with a twenty thousand year life sentence in the deepest depths of the Maggot's Nest, the Soul Society's main prison

Keep calm, Shunsui thought, Don't panic. That'll only get me in trouble faster. I do not have my shinigami powers right now. So for all intents and purpose I'm not a shinigami right now… I don't think this is the human world. Not the one I know of. It's not Hueco Mundo. Nor is it the Soul Society... This s man looks a lot like Gin Ichimaru…even has the same given name… something, some instinct, some intuition is telling me that it is not the same man.

"Why so quiet," Gin asked, "The frost bite did not afect your throat."

"Frost bite?" Shunsui said.

Gin smiled widely, a sincere most unlike the expressions of Ichimaru. "Yes. You were suffering from that. I healed you of it. You were suffering from Hypothermia too. I had my fire bender friend help with that."

A small door at the end of the room burst open. A blonde haired woman with a large bust line stomped her way into the room. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her red dress showed off her cleavage to great affect. "The prisoner is awake, I see," she said.

"Rangiku Masumoto!" Shunsui said.

The woman's brows went up in shock. Her brows then arched down more furious than before. "Earth Kingdom scum! How is it you know my name?" She moved faster than Shunsui could blink. She held a hand out in front of him. Hovering up the hand was a small flame. The flame was brought dangerly close to Shunsui's face.

On a small table beside the cot there was a bowl of water. Gin gestured with his left hand at it. He moved his hand as if lifting something unseen. The water corresponding to his movemnts, went upward floating out of the bowl. The water formed an impossible ball. The water moved to hover above the woman. The water fell drench the woman, her hand, and Shunsui.

The woman, Rangiku turned to glare at Gin. "How dare you!"

Gin raised a hand, and the water covering Rangiku and Shunsui instantly evaporated. "You're dry now. You have no reason to complain, Rangiku-chan."

"Chan is it?" It didn't seem possible but Rangiku looked even more mad. "I'll teach you not to call me a little girl!" She chased Gin out of the room. Gin was laughing the whole way.

That, Shunsui thought, is not the Rangiku I know!

NEXT TIME: CHAPTER TWO: IMPRISONED BY ICE!