Disclaimer: Both Bleach and XXXholic belong to their respective owners and not to me

Disclaimer: Both Bleach and XXXholic belong to their respective owners and not to me.

Author Notes: Hey there! DG here. I've been wanting to do a Bleach XXXholic crossover for a while… but I'm lazy. So I finally sat down and started typing! Yay! Before I begin I suppose I should mention timelines for both series… I haven't watched much of the XXXholic anime, so I'll be going by the manga (which is different in places from the anime). I'll be starting the fic from around volume 11 of the manga, shortly after Watanuki names the pipe fox spirit, but before his dreams start to get too out of control. But even if you haven't gotten this far yet, don't worry, I'll try not to post anything too spoilerish from the series (other then the fox's name, and the fact that in recent volumes Wata has been pictured with dual-toned eyes). In Bleach continuality I'll be starting before the Hueco-Mundo arc, but shortly after Hitsugaya and his team enter the real world to start dealing with the arancar threats (but also before the first big attack by Grimmjow).

Well sorry for the big paragraph of an author's note. From now on I'll try to keep them short, because I know you didn't click on my story to read those…

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The sky appeared to be in a state of anger. Bright streaks of lightning streaked across the canvas of the heavens like blades of white hot fury, followed by the earth shaking roar of thunder. And as if these heavenly weapons had somehow torn and gouged holes into some sort of divine water basin, rain poured and pounded upon the earth, so much so one could hardly call the mighty deluge rain.

However, despite this terrific storm that drove nearly everyone indoors for cover, two figures stood outside in front of an elegant and old-fashioned looking shop that looked oddly out of place as it was nestled between two towering skyscrapers. One of the pair was boy, highschool aged, who despite the umbrella he clutched a hold of, looked nearly soaked because of the wild way the winds blew the water around. The other was a tall curvaceous woman with inky black hair who despite having no umbrella or even proper rain clothes seemed to be completely dry, her perfectly styled hair not even disheveled by the wind.

"Yuuko-san… you're expecting someone important, aren't you?" Watanuki glanced at the tall curvy woman standing next to him, somewhat jealous of her abilty to repell the rain. She was in a state of uncharacteristic seriousness that she usually possessed just before someone very important or potentially dangerous entered the wish granting shop, "Someone from another world, right? Is it Syaoran-kun and Sakura-chan again?"

"Watanuki-kun is getting more observant," Yuuko smiled. She was dressed in the elegant black gown she wore on the few encounters that those other worldly travelers had arrived months and months ago... nearly a year by now. It had been on a day much like this when the heavens raged and screamed. Perhaps it meant the world was angry someone from another world was invading, someone who just didn't naturally belong here that it sought to expel "However, it isn't those children we're waiting for, though it is someone from another world. And someone who has traveled so far always warrants a little ceremony."

"If it's someone who's important shouldn't I be preparing some tea and snacks?" honestly the young man would have preferred slaving in the kitchen for once as opposed to braving this maelstrom out here.

"No. He has no doubted used every bit of his power to punch his way through the dimensions to come here, and won't be able to stay very long. You're going to play an important role, and you need to be here when he arrives," though she didn't look it other then a slight narrowing of her eyes, Yuuko was beginning to get impatient. Her customer was late… if he took any longer this unnatural storm that heralded travelers such as himself would begin to distort reality.

"That's why I'm dressed like this?" Watanuki fingered the hem of his garment with the hand that wasn't gripped, white-knuckled to the umbrella. At the request (not that anythign that woman asked was a request) of Yuuko he was wearing the clothes she'd given to him; a pure black kimono and hakama and a white sash tied about his waist. It made him feel weird, like he was going to a funeral. He felt a chill up his spine. That certainly wasn't something he wanted to think about. THEY always hung about funerals in droves.

"I think Watanuki-kun looks very handsome in it! Maybe now he won't have such a hard time impressing the ladies!" a high pitched voice chirped.

Startled and looking very much like a prickly irritated cat, Watanuki glared at the small round rabbit like creature that had hopped up onto his shoulder at some point without his notice. He should have known… even if Yuuko was too serious to pick on him at the moment, there was always Mokona ready with a playful thinly veiled insult. Even though he was certain it was still in good humor it didn't bug him any less.

"WHY YOU…! I DON'T HAVE-"

"He's here."

The teen's tirade was cut off by Yuuko's sudden declaration. In all honesty he was confused. He didn't see anyone, and didn't notice any changes in the little yard either. But just as he was about to question the witch, he was answered. A pair of huge old-fashioned looking Shoji doors suddenly materialized in the dead center of the front lawn. After a moment they slowly slid open, light pouring out from within them. There was a figure inside them, and though Watanuki could only see the silhouette, he could distinctly hear the sound of wooden clogs against a hard surface, accompanied by a tapping of what could also possibly be a cane. The footsteps silenced once they reached the grass.

"Your coming here is an act of Hitsuzen," the witch spoke as soon as the traveler had completely emerged from the portal. Her tone was the strangely ominous one in which she always spoke to new customers with, "You have a wish that needs to be granted in order for a certain future to happen."

"Yes…" the man nodded. It was hard to gauge his age, especially with the brim of his bucket-style hat that obscured his features. He could have just as easily passed for twenty as he could forty, "There's a war coming in my world, one that I am partly responsible for. I can't wish for you to end it for me. I know the price would be too high. But the kids who I know will end up fighting it, they might not be enough. My wish… is for something to help them."

"The price is still high," Yuuko said coolly. War… lives… these were things she didn't like dealing with. But she couldn't deny any customers that came to her with a wish. Hitsuzen was Hitsuzen, you could not try and stop it, "Your cane, that is my price. You will need it though for the events to come, so I will not demand it until later."

"There is nothing else I can give you instead?" the man's grip tightened around his cane's handle.

"No. Even though this is the lesser of your two wishes, the price for such a thing is high. That item is the only thing you have that equals the value of your wish. Though I must warn you, even though I will grant you your wish for help, there is no guarantee this help will win the war for you."

The man was silent for a moment, considering his options. He didn't really have many.

"It's a deal," even if it was just a little bit, if he could tip the odds to their side just a bit, it would be worth it.

"Then I will grant your wish," the witch pushed the young man beside her forward a few inches, "To help you I give you the use of Watanuki here."

"Y-Yuuko-san?!" the lad had been silent throughout the exchange, feeling it wasn't his place to put in any input, he usually hid behind a corner to watch these sorts of exchanges anyways. But now he needed to voice a little protest, "He's talking about a war! What sort of help am I going to be? Wouldn't that Domeki be better for this sort of thing? As irritating as that guy is, he knows how to fight at least."

"No. It has to be you. You have more wisdom and insight then you realize," Yuuko replied, and then broke out into her traditional Yuuko-grin, "Besides… you don't think you really have a choice in this, do you?"

Watanuki sighed, visibly drooping in defeat. Of course it was true. If Yuuko wanted him to do something… he did it. No matter how much he complained or protested… in the end he always did.

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"That new student, what do you think about him?"

The sun was shining in Karakura town, it was a shame students had to be cooped up in school on such a gorgeous day. Luckily they could still eat lunch outside and get some nice fresh air. A certain group was gathered on the roof that day with the appearance that they were taking advantage of the beautiful weather, though in all honesty they'd gone up there to discuss something away from the ears of the rest of the students.

"That's what you wanted to talk about? I though it was something important. What about him?" the orange-haired teen glanced irritably at the young black haired girl.

Ichigo knew who Rukia was referring to of course. They got a new transfer student in today, a tall skinny kid with black hair, very pale skin, and glasses. Only thing really weird looking about him was his eyes. They had been vaguely cat-like in shape and were two different colors, the left a pale blue, the right a golden brown shade. But even that wasn't suspicious, he'd heard of people with different colored eyes before.

"Kurosaki-kun, you really need to start paying more attention!" Rukia frowned, her hand on her hips, "I'm sure both Sado-kun and Inoue-chan noticed something as well."

Ichigo looked over at the girl and the giant of a teenager as is for confirmation, both voiced their affirmatives (or rather Orihime did, Sado just gave a nod).

"What's so special about him anyways?" the substitute shinigami crossed his arms across his chest, "He's got freaky eyes, but he seems harmless enough."

"You really need to start noticing the reiatsus around you. His was obviously not normal," the black haired girl explained, "I can't quite figure it out… it seems like it's very strong… but it someone how different then anything I've ever felt before. It's not like a shinigami's, human's , hollow's… I can't explain it but it almost feels like it's out of place… like it belongs in another world…"

"Do you think he's dangerous?" Ichigo questioned, his attention focused entirely now on the petite shinigami before him. The imminent dangers of the arrancar and Aizen had everyone on edge a little dealing with anything out of the norm.

"Neither him or his reiatsu feel malicious… but there's no real telling if he'd actually pose a threat or not. However one thing is certain. He's got a gigai. And I can tell exactly where he got it from."

"Urahara's shop?"

"Exactly."

Ichigo stood up, just as the lunch bell rang, and looked at the view of the city that the school's roof gave, he couldn't see the old-fashioned shop from here, but it was almost like he was trying to look for it, just to see what Hat-and-Clogs was up to.

"Let's stop by after school…"

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And chapter one is complete! Yay!

Quick edit... just fixed a few grammar mistakes...