Chapter One:

Here was the problem with being Tatsuki Arisawa. You were kind of like and opposite sex clone of your best friend Ichigo, except you didn't have any of the magical powers. Or good looks. Or extreme luck at just about everything except luck itself. So really you weren't all that much like Ichigo Kurosaki. You were just sort of some tomboy who was a god deal more interesting than the average schoolgirl, but lacked the powers to make it stick.

Her best friends were always going off and having awesome fights without her, and all she had under her belt was seven zombie students beaten to a pulp. Which was more than most people had. And enough injuries for ten purple hearts, but who was keeping track.

Then again most people were blissfully unaware of the secret wars that went on behind their back. Which she was not. At all. Its just that she knew, and had known that the secret wars were going on for some time now, and nobody had ever bothered to explain anything. At all. In the slightest. And presumedly somewhere in that reasoning lay the key.

The sun was shining, there was not a cloud in the sky and Tatsuki Arisawa walked down the street, tired and bored out of her mind. She spotted Ichigo carving a Masked creature in half. She turned the corner afterward, dulled out. Then she stopped.

All of a sudden a darkness fell over the sun, and she saw forming before her a portal to hell. Or something like it. Tatsuki stood where she was transfixed as the street seemed to recede around the portal that grew until it stood right before her. She stood at the edge, staring into the endless abyss of nightmarish creatures she had no defense against. She screamed and then a dark hand reached forward, and dragged her into the port.

'Now I am sure of you...' said a Voice.

Tatsuki Arisawa dared remember no more...

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Not the plan.

'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that leads to total obliteration. I will face my fear, I will allow it to pass through me, and then only I will remain.'

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Later that whatever, Tatsuki Arisawa awoke to the sound awoke and there was ticking. Ticking. Ticking. Endless ticking echoing throughout the length and bredth of the universe and she opened her eyes to see clocks. Clocks filling ever surface and shelf, till the were nearly spilling. Clocks of all shapes and sizes. The very floor she sat on was a clock, whose warped hands were spinning far too quickly for her to follow. The glass upon which she lay shuddered beneath the spinning and she stood hurriedly.

She was surrounded by nothingness in the form of a clock. And that was terrifying. Tatsuki suddenly felt as though she had died of old age twice as she was watching it. Yet she felt no different. The clock beneath her stopped spinning. Then there was a terrible echo, booming outward as the ringing of bells and Tatsuki shuddered.

Then, in the distance, she saw a desk approaching. Wait what?

Yes. There was a desk approaching her. It slid through the air like a shuffleboard, and at it sat a Boy who looked her age. He was at the desk reading through documents while fiddling with a clock. He was incomprehensible to behold. Wait. No. That was just a boring way to describe it. Anyone who described something as incomprehensible was just too lazy to write creatively.

'I'm only going to say this once for the sake of history.'

'Dear God Lovecraft was a hack!'

Now for her odd companion. His features were clearly defined. Pale. Almost too clearly defined. Dark hair. As though the whole of the universe was drawn into his being and made boring. His eyes were a deepsea green. He set a gear into the clock and set it on a shelf. Then he looked up to her expectantly, as though it was her job to ask the questions here. Okay, she had a question.

'What! The! Hell! Is! Going! On!'

He considered that. 'Silence. I am Kwisatch Haderach. I can kill with a word.'

'Yeah, yeah, how nice for you jackass.' said Tatsuki. 'Hey, don't I know you from somewhere.'

A vague recollection occured to her. Born from memories she did not know she'd had.

'I have no conscious memory of you. Perhaps-'

She stepped back, confused. 'Okay, I knew I recognized you from somewhere. You! Your that guy who crushed me down in the park, sent your goons to rip Chads arm off and beat up Ichigo and Orihime. Admit it!'

'With pride. Conceded Chaos kills a lot of people. You can't afford to start taking prisoners or its nothing but forgive-me this, forgive-me that, I'm not worthy. Just work. Work. Work. Quite frankly I'm amazed you are physically capable of standing in my presence.'

Tatsuki Arisawa had been quite abruptly dragged from her not-so-normal everyday life into a realm of nightmarish clockcreatures beyond her comprehension. She had no idea where she was. Who she was dealing with. Or how to get back home. No, that didn't even begin to describe it. She was standing on a giant flipping clockface. She had no idea who this guy was or what he had come here to do. And she was so. goddamn. tired of being dismissed out of hand.

As such she did the first thing that occured to her. Which in this case was to roundhouse kick the Chaos God Malal in the face.