Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Buffy the Vampire Slayer now matter how much I wish.
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever so be gentle but I would appreciate any advice you people can give me to make this fic.
A/N #2: I've changed a few things to make this better so let me know what you think.

Prologue: Begin

Typically when someone gives a gift they receive one in return or at the very least they get a thank you.

Death was her gift and what did she receive in return?

Eternal rest in heaven?

No.

No Valhalla for the warrior who gave her life to save her sister and the world.. She wasn't even in Hell which would have made some sense considering she had jumped into a portal that was connected to it. Instead she woke up to find herself in some strange world that resembled one of Xander's Kung Fu movies complete with wannabe samurais.

"Hey stop! Get back here!" That would be one of the many samurais chasing her right now. " I said stop!"

Yep a thank you would have been preferred.

Now Buffy maybe blonde but she wasn't going to do what some idiot tells her. Not when he and his buddies were running after her waving swords and her completely weaponless. Ducking down behind some crates she stopped to catch her breathe. Her whole body ached like she had a 3rd degree sunburn on the inside, but that might have something to do with the whole dieing thing. The sound of running footsteps were drawing closer, they were almost on top of her. Taking a deep breathe she sprinted from cover.

"There she is!" "After her!"" Yeah!"

Turning a corner sharply she dashed towards a cart left standing next to the wall. Jumping onto it and then up to the tile roof where she froze. As far as the eye could see (and with enhanced slayer vision that was a lot) there was nothing but walls with tiled roofs and oriental style buildings scattered throughout . Lets just say where the hell am I doesn't even cut it. In the far distance she spied a white tower surrounded by more buildings rising from a hill that seemed to be at the center of this hellish maze.

"Oi. Ryoka!"

Spinning around she looked down at the man with the a smirk slipping across her face as she saw the black eye she gave him earlier decorating his face. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, get your ass down here right now cause you're under arrest !"

These guys were cops? And what the heck was up with their outfits? They looked like they were wearing bathrobes.

The Universe must be laughing at her. How else could she end up on the wrong side of the law the moment she died?

"First of all what did you call me? Second what the hell am I being arrested for? Third make me." If Buffy happened to stick her tongue out it was perfectly understandable given the circumstances.

"Why you arrgh! I refuse to argue with criminals!"

"Is yelling really necessary?"

"Shut up!"

"Hey you started it buddy."His face which had been slowly turning a bright red during the conversation was now turning an alarming shade of purple. "You might want to calm down before you burst a blood vessel or something."

"Grrrarrghh!"

"A Ryoka is someone who has entered the Seireitei without permission."

Glancing at the man with slicked back hair she observed that all the men were sporting weird hairstyles. Like they were representing thugs through the ages. Wait was that? Ewww it was. One of them even had a mullet.

Focusing back on Slick and ignoring their ugly hairstyles for now. " What did you call this place? Searat?"

"Seireitei." Oh look Slick was starting to get frustrated like his boss.

"Oookay but I didn't enter anything. I woke up here after dieing I might add. Then you guys found me and started to harass me!"

"And you gave me a black eye!"Loud Mouth had finally returned to a normal color, probably not for long though.

"And you deserved it you sleaze bag!"

"Enough! You're a criminal and a liar, and I'm gonna kick your ass and than drag you to prison so you can pay for your crimes."

"Big talk for someone who got decked by a girl but if you want a fight I'm game. Just one on one right?"

"Yes, but I warn you I'm a member of Squad 11 so there is no way I can lose to trash like you."

Feeling the adrenaline course through her body Buffy let the smirk widen to a full blown grin. "Whatever. I'm gonna make you eat those words."

Leaping down to the ground she ducked under Loud Mouth's wild sword swing. A hard punch to the gut and he was down for the count. Turning towards the others she wanted to laugh as they all took a collective step back.

"She took Koga out with one hit." Gathering their nerve the wannabes all raised the swords as they loosely began to circle her. "We'll all attack her at once and defeat her."

Relaxing her stance she shifted till Slick was in her sights. Five enemies in all. "Sometime today would be nice. I'm not getting any younger ya know?"

"Get her!"

With that they rushed her. The corridor was a bit to small for five guys to be swinging their swords around, something which Buffy was using to full advantage. Dodging a swing from someone behind her, she responded by elbowing them to the throat. A gurgle and a thud was all she heard before the next guy was on her.

One down four to go.

Swepping the legs out from under Slick he promptly fell where he was than trampled by his comrades.

Three to go.

These samurais had strength as evidence by the pain she felt coursing up her side where someone had landed a lucky hit, but they left way to many openings. After nearly five years on the Hell Mouth this was almost easy.

Evading Mullet as he attempted to decapitate her she spun around kicking him in the temple.

Two left.

The remaining fighters realized they may actually lose so they decided to attack together.

Amateurs.

Charging towards her they brought their swords up for the final strike. One in front and one behind. Waiting till the last possible second she twisted out of the way letting their momentum do the work for her. Crashing together they collapsed in a tangled heap.

Game over.

"See? I told you I'd make you eat those words."

Walking over to where Loud Mouth lay she reached down to take his sword. Compensation for starting the fight. Wrapping her hand around the hilt she paused. There was a feel to the sword like when she had handled some of the many magical artifacts back in Sunnydale. Placing the sword back down she turned and went to examine the other swords. Each one had the same feeling as the first. She decided against carrying a sword that gave her the wiggins. Besides the thought of taking one felt...wrong somehow.

Frustrated at the lack of weapon she stepped over Slick intending to leave when she felt a tug on her pants leg. A glance proved that he was conscious.

Struggling to sit up while still maintaining his grip. "What are you?"

If she only had a dollar for every time someone asked her that. "Me? I'm just a girl."

Shaking his head he denied that. "A girl? There's no way a mere girl coul-" Delivering a swift kick to the head she watched as he joined his comrades in dreamland.

Turning away she looked around. "Lets see we got cops dressed in bathrobes, wielding magical swords, and apparently I'm a criminal. And I still don't have a weapon. What a great afterlife this turned out to be."

Hearing the sounds of what was probably another group meant it was time to motor. Heading in the opposite direction that the noise was coming from Buffy thought it best to just lay low for a while. At least un til she figured out what to do. Running down the corridor she could only hope nobody saw her.