And yet another fanfiction crossover. This time its from Dead Like Me and Bleach. For people who don't know about Dead Like Me you should watch it. For people who don't know Bleach you should read it.

In a way, these two different fandoms actually can exist in the same universe. Bleach is mostly stationed in Japan while Dead Like Me in is the US. The two separate agencies do not work together and not on a regular basis.

Also for people who know Dead Like Me I picked George. Why George? Because she's special and fun to poke.

Also as before, here's the only other Dead Like Me/Bleach fanfiction link.

http / www . fanfiction . net / s / 3284451 / 1 / Dead Like Bleach

There are other fanfictions dealing with Dead Like Me Crossovers but they are hard to find. I found a nice Transformers crossover and a Star Wars one that I can't find again.

I still weep with frustrations whenever I try to find it.

Anyways, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Dead Like Me.

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You ever get that feeling that the world is out to get you? Yeah, that feeling? Well I just found out that the world indeed was out to get me. No really. I mean it. Its that feeling you get when you're walking down a dark road and you know someone is following you with a bat with your name on it.

Stupid bat.

Stupid world.

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Der Waffle House

"I'm going to Japan?" The blonde grim reaper girl shouted in disbelief and shock. She had just learned, roughly ten seconds ago, that she was going to Japan alone by herself to do some sort of exchange program.

"Yes." Her boss, roughly middle management, spoke in slow voice befit for one speaking to toddlers. "It'll be a good experience for you peanut."

Kiffany, the waitress, placed their orders on the table and walked away. She had learned early on that the group was strange and it was best not to get sucked in to whatever they were doing. She was one of the only living people who interacted on them daily. She is unaware of their grim reaper status.

The other three grim reapers currently habiting the dinner booth had their own reactions.

Mason, the habitually drugged up and dingy looking man, was munching on a muffin. He was nursing a hangover and as such did not trust himself to speak. He himself went to another country once before, bloody awful business that was. He had to reap thirty souls, mostly women and children. It did not help that he was sodding drunk as well. The overall job went well despite the fact he had to chase after a few of the wandering children's souls who thought how fun it would be to stick their hands through living people's bodies.

Roxy, a cop, drank her coffee and smiled in a motherly and yet dangerous way. Of the group, she was technically the second in command whenever Rube was away, which was not often. She was mature for her age despite being the second youngest. She also is armed but thankfully, instead she uses her sharp tongue and an I'll-rip-your-soul-out glare to silence people who obstructed her when she was doing her job. She did rip someone's soul out for pissing her off.

Once.

Got in loads of trouble but the fact she did it said something major about her temperament.

Daisy was a transfer from New York to Seattle. She had claimed to have died during the making of the Sound of Music and became a grim reaper. She would speak multiple times of sexual things she did for other famous actors when she was alive. It is unknown whether it is all talk or truth; they really did not want to find out. She was good company once George found out who Daisy really was.

Rube was the boss of this small group stationed in Seattle. In Soul Society terms, he can be considered the captain. He may have the authority but not the power. Grim reapers do not need to have the powers a soul reaper may need, reaps in American are not as hectic. He gets the names and the dates and gives them to his team. He is essentially middle management.

When they got their newest member, Georgia, he was the one to teach her that she was dead and she should deal with it. The others helped as examples, although Rube would not consider Mason a shining example of the undead life, of the grim reaper life.

He still wonders if the lesson has been learned or not. He was not sure with Georgia.

Lastly is Georgia or George. She was the youngest of the group and the least experienced. She also was a cynical lazy eighteen-year old before she died. She carried on those traits when she was dead too. However as she lived her un-life she grew up and slowly matured. It is ironic that in death she learns what it means to live.

These five grim reapers make up the 'external influence' division of Seattle. They work with people who died from accidents, suicides and homicides. It is important to state they do not kill people; they remove the soul before the person is killed. If they do not, the soul will be stuck in the body and deteriorate and rot. Grim reapers are messengers and their job is to convince the soul to pass over. Some people are more stubborn than others.

They mostly did work in Seattle and lived in the fringes of society.

"You'll like it. There will be new people, new experiences and new food." Roxy said in a rare good mood.

"But what about my job in Happy Time? My family? How…." George groaned. "Where am I going to get the money to go to Japan? To live in Japan?"

"It's all been worked out. In this exchange of personal you will get to experience their culture while we get someone to show how American grim reapers work." Rube pulled out a big book easily three inches thick and filled with red bookmarks.

"Rube? What the hell is that?" George did not like the look of the book. It reminded her of college. She dropped out of college to get away from the big books.

"It's a manual. You're supposed to read it on the airplane trip over." Rube pushed the book over to her. "Read the red bits first, they're pretty important."

Goerge flicked the book open. "It's in Japanese Rube. I don't read Japanese." She took a deep breath. The kanji changed into English before her eyes. She paused, searching her mind for a possible grievance. "I don't even speak Japanese."

"Don't worry about that." Mason spoke up; he had finished his muffin and was eying his fellow reapers plates. "When I went to Somalia I didn't speak any of their languages. But as it turns out I don't need to. Everything gets translated into plain old bloody Queen's English."

George groaned. "Okay fine that's good but what about living people?"

"You won't be around living people that much peanut. This exchange means you will be working in Soul Society. All the people in Soul Society are dead."

"Soul what?"

"Soul Society." Rube paused. He placed a hand under the table to grab a few more objects. "You'll need this too."

A cell phone, a folded black cloak and a scythe lied on the table. George just stared noncommittally, her eyes mostly straying on the scythe.

"For appearances sake." Rube said in explanation, gesturing to the scythe and black cloak. At her shocked expression he laughed. "Don't worry you're not taking the scythe, the cloak but not the scythe." He would not trust anyone with a scythe, especially not his kiddies.

"What's that then? A cell phone?" George was relieved that she did not have to bring the clunky thing with her.

"Yep. This is your communication device along with a GPS tracker." Rube smiled. "I bet this is better than post sticks correct?"

George grabbed the objects, slipping everything but the book into her bag. "So how long am I staying?"

"A few months maybe a year tops." Rube gave her another piece of paper. "Your contacts. They'll be dead so be careful as to not talk to thin air. Some people might think you're crazy. They'll open up a portal and be your guide to Soul Society."

George looked at the pictures. The two soul reapers in the picture were young looking men and they had Asian appearances. That was logical considering she was going to Japan.

"When am I supposed to leave?" George stuffed the photos into her bag.

"Your flights is in two hours."

"What?" George stood and scrambled out the door. She was going to be late.

A few seconds later, she walked back in and stuffed the book into her bag with as much dignity as she could muster.

She left again.

Rube held up the plane ticket and George stomped back in, snagged the said ticket, and cursed profusely under her breath.

Mason took this time to steal George's breakfast. "So, who we showing the place around? Hope it's a girl, a pretty girl."

"Vice Captain Hinamori Momo." Rube was still watching George's hasty exit. He shot Mason a scorching glare. "Mason, I'm warning you. No flirting. No joking. This is business. Be careful. Or so help me."

Rube did not really need to finish his statement. He was the boss for a reason.

Rube prayed George would read the darn book so she would know when to keep her head down. When he received the notice that George was going over to Soul Society he tried to protest. But by the time he read the note, the shadowy figure was gone. Rube was no idiot and he knew that trouble was brewing in the east.

Why would Soul Society request for George Lass? And to request a reaper exchange? Rube could not ignore the feeling in his gut that he just sent George into a lions den full of hungry lions.

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Japan

After many hours, George's plane landed in Japan. After retrieving her bag, she started asking strangers how to get to Karakura Town. After many misses, she found someone who spoke English and told her how to get to Karakura Town.

As George traveled to Karakura Town via car, she realized that she could not see gravelings at all. She saw some souls but no gravelings.

That made her wonder. If they do not have gravelings in Japan what do they have? In America gravelings causes most of the deaths in her line of work. Most grim reapers can only see them out of the corner of their eyes but curiously enough George was able to see them full on.

George knew she was weird. She knew ever since she was five.

If George read the book, she would know. If George read the book, she would not have gotten herself in the trouble she's going to get herself in.

But then again, this story wouldn't be as fun now would it?

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Karakura Town

In an unnamed park, a giant rip opened parallel from the ground. Two beings stepped out. One was tall and dark skinned while the other had a smaller stature and was pale as white paint. They were both dressed in white.

"Yammi don't cause any trouble." The shorter Espada said dispassionately. "We are not here to draw attention to ourselves."

"Of course Ulquiorra." Yammi rumbled, looking down at the smaller Espada. "Why do we have to repress our reiatsu so much?"

Ulquiorra closed his eyes. "It is Aizen sama's wish for us to be able to sneak in undetected."

Yammi grunted. "Makes me feel weak."

Ulquiorra did not speak. He just gazed at his surroundings unnoticed by the humans. So far, the one they were waiting for has yet to arrive.

Five minutes later Yammi broke the silence. "Ya sure it's this place?"

"Yes. The two shinigami we captured told Aizen everything he wanted to know. They did not lie." Ulquiorra answered calmly, his face stoic. "This is the place."

Yammi grunted. This was extremely boring. The humans had no idea that the two were among them and there was nothing to do. They did not even know whom they are supposed to pick up. The two shinigami did not even know that much either except the appearance.

"An American blonde." Mused Yammi. "Foreigners…I wonder how she'll taste?"

" Yammi souls-" Ulquiorra stopped. He caught a flash of yellow. In the sea of black and various other hair colors, the blonde-haired person stood out.

What was strange was that he could not sense any reiatsu. Why would Soul Society be interested in a human without reiatsu? She would not be able to even see them. He narrowed his eyes.

They will soon see.

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Soul Society.

The Commander General Yamamoto looked at his captains. There were two straight lines and only ten captains. Three defected and were now preparing to wage war with Soul Society.

He had just explained to them his recent plans. The captains who showed emotion were shocked that a foreigner from another country was coming to Soul Society. It was unheard of. In all the two thousand years that Soul Society was made never had they done this reaper exchange. He had only told them as much as they needed to know. Everything was top secret, even the two shinigami contacts he sent out only knew their contacts appearance.

Toshiro was the only one to raise objections other than Soi Fong. Toshiro did not like the fact that Momo was being sent to America.

"Sotachio-san, isn't fukutaicho Hinamori safer in Soul Society?" Toshiro rarely spoke during the meetings and his objection was heated with emotion.

"No." Yamamoto raised a hand to stop Toshiro's rebuttal. "She needs a place to recuperate. Soul Society unfortunately will remind her too much of Aizen. She still needs to recover from the damage he did to her."

Toshiro nodded. "Yes sir." Yamamoto was right. Hinamori still needed to recover, it was her captain after all that turned traitor. Aizen's betrayal shook all of soul society.

"Any other questions?" Yamamoto looked at his captains waiting.

"One sir." Soi Fong stared at Yamamoto. "How much do we know about 'grim reapers'?" It pained her to say it but they had nothing on grim reapers. As leader of second division, she should have eyes and ears everywhere. She was soon going to rectify that.

"Nothing. That is why we are having this exchange." Yamamoto stamped his walking stick onto the ground. Yamamoto glanced at the twelfth division captain. "Kurotsuchi-taicho there will be no experimenting. This is a cordial visit. You will not make this an international incident."

Mayuri grumbled. He was probably the only one waiting for the new arrival. This Georgia could be his newest experiment. Oh well, he'll just have to sneakier. "Of course not Sotachio-san."

"You are all dismissed."

The captains dispersed.

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This is chapter one. So? What do you readers think? Does the two separate works fit together? Is it mystifying?

What did you like? What didn't you like?

Please tell me in a form of a review.