ok, this is my first fanfic so go easy on me! I don't even know how this site even works...
I've been reading HP/Bleach crossovers for a while now, but sometimes the way the plot turns, or the pairings or something- well, I just don't like. So I'm taking control now, with my fav characters and pairings and plot!
It starts out like your typical Bleach/HP crossover, but there's a pre-story twist!
"CAPTAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" yelled a voice behind Hitsugaya Toushiro. A very familiar voice. He turned around.
"What do you want Matsu-" he was cut off by his rather busty vice-captain attacking him.
"Aagh…" he tried to protest, but he couldn't breathe, she was hugging him so tightly to her chest. Smothered, he continued to struggle. He could faintly hear a laughing noise from the doorway.
"Haha, you know, Captain Hitsugaya, some guys would kill to be in your position right now," said Renji Abarai.
Toushiro snarled in response, a vein twitching angrily in his temple. "If you're still there by the time I get out of here, Abarai, you're dead meat."
"That is if you ever get out of there, Captain," said Matsumoto in a sing-song voice, still squishing his face into her breasts.
"All right, Matsumoto, I think that's enough. We can't have him dead for the mission, can we now?" came yet another voice from the doorway. Although Rukia Kuchiki spoke in a stern voice, she was obviously trying not to laugh.
Rangiku Matsumoto reluctantly let go of her captain and sighed in defeat. "Sorry, I guess I'm just a bit jealous. It sounds like such a fun mission you're going on! Why can't I come?"
Toushiro Hitsugaya emerged, a bit red in the face and his vein still twitching. "For the last time, Matsumoto, sending too many people would attract too much attention. Besides, you definitely don't look like a teenager," he explained, glancing at her figure.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Rangiku asked innocently.
Toushiro was still red in the face. "You know what it means! Shut up!"
"If I look too old for the mission, you definitely look too young, you know?"
"I said shut up! Honestly, I'm worrying about how our squad's going to be with you in charge while I'm gone."
"But I want to go to a magic school! Just to see what it's like! Only you, Renji and Rukia are going anyway," she protested.
"Firstly, it's way too late to suddenly change the plans. Secondly, a fourth member is already coming with us. Five would be too many."
"Oh...really? Who?"
"Were you not listening to the meeting?"
"Well after he explained the mission, I kind of started daydreaming..."
"Ugh."
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Ichigo's eyebrows pinched together. "What in the world…?" He had hardly even started his mission and had already hit a dead end.
He swore under his breath. Today was definitely not a good day for him.
Of course, he had known that. He'd known when Soul Society had given him the mission. He'd known when his father had beaten him up early in the morning yesterday so he could catch the plane to England. He'd known when he saw his shopping list for school. He'd known when a 'magical' chicken was juggling watermelons while calculating the price of nutmeg and exploded in his face.
He remembered staring into the alley where he was to do his school shopping. It was filled with people of all shapes and sizes wearing odd clothing and carrying odd items. A couple people looked at his bright orange hair and muttered, 'Weasley' although he had no idea why. The place was called Diagon Alley, though he'd immediately thought that a more appropriate name would be 'Weirdville'. The school had lent him some money and he had stayed at a place called the Leaky Cauldron overnight. There, he'd had the opportunity to observe the magical community.
And he had concluded that the majority were nutcases.
Although he wouldn't mind abandoning this mission, Ichigo Kurosaki stood there contemplating what to do next. After all, he'd went through all the trouble of lying to his family about going to a boarding school in England and going on a plane and finding Diagon Alley and getting the required necessities for school- yes, it was better if he stayed and tried to figure out what to do. At least until eleven o'clock anyways, which was when his train to the school would be leaving. Then he'd be allowed to give up.
He looked down and glared holes into his train ticket. No matter how he looked at it, it still looked as if it said 'Platform 9 3/4'. But that was impossible. Of course, he'd seen a lot of 'impossible' things, many of them occurring yesterday in Diagon Alley.
Ichigo took his trolley with his suitcase and, making sure his chain link bracelet was still on, went around King's Cross station seeking help. His bracelet had come with the letter about the mission. It was a really long letter, explaining everything to know about the magical world, and then elaborating on what he was expected to do. The bracelet given to him gave him a decent vocabulary of the English language, seeing as he could only pronounce a few words in the language.
"-through the barrier, now." His thoughts were interrupted by someone only a few feet away from him. He swiveled his head around to find the source of the voice.
His eyes landed on a rather plump but pleasant looking red-haired lady. She appeared to be rushing someone. Namely, a boy about his age with jet black hair and green eyes, who was looking rather embarrassed. The reason why was clear. Everyone in the station appeared to be looking at him. There was a humongous black dog jumping on him and licking his face, although from far away, it could seem as though it might accidently eat him.
"For goodness sakes Sirius, act like a dog!" he heard someone hiss. After saying goodbye to some companions, the boy walked towards what appeared to be a solid wall. Ichigo's eyes widened as he stared. The boy had disappeared.
Ichigo then turned his attention towards the boy's other companions. They took turns walking towards the wall and disappearing, until only the lady was left. Realizing this could be his last chance, he called out to her in desperation.
"Um, excuse me, but I'm new to all this and I was wondering…"
The woman interrupted him. "How to get onto the platform?"
"Well, yes."
The woman gave him a friendly smile and said, "You see that wall over there?" she gestured towards the one everyone had disappeared by. Ichigo nodded. "Just walk right into it. That's right, no need to be afraid, then."
Ichigo scratched his head nervously. It's okay, he told himself, just don't think about it. He cleared his mind and with his trolley, walked swiftly into the wall. Then he blinked his eyes a few times. In front of him was a whole crowd of people dressed in odd clothing which he could now recognize. It was very loud and a scarlet train was blowing out steam. The front read, "Hogwarts Express".
Huh. Well that was kind of easy, he thought to himself.
He noticed the boy from earlier walking into the train with a red-haired boy and a brunette who were talking amiably. He followed before he could lose sight of them.
After getting rid of his luggage, he followed the three in front of him from a distance. Everyone seemed to be leaning out of their seats to get a better look at them. He realized that they were probably famous or something, seeing as they had had escorts just to get on a train. He looked around. None of the faces looked familiar. He didn't know who else had been sent on the mission from Soul Society, but he wasn't too sure he wanted to meet them right away. After all, he had been avoiding Soul Society for a while. He would have to find an empty compartment to talk to them in private.
Which was definitely easier said than done. Most of the compartments were full of people. He abandoned finding an empty one and just tried to find the least crowded. He looked around, but they all seemed to be crammed. Finally, he spotted one with just three people in it. He recognized the boy from earlier but he wasn't with the two friends he had boarded the train with. One of the other strangers, a boy, was round-faced and kind of nervous looking. The girl had a very dreamy look that you could see even with her odd-coloured spectacles on her face. But neither of them looked intimidated by the apparently famous boy sitting across from them. And neither was Ichigo, since he didn't even know who he was.
"Hey," he said, entering the small room. "Mind if I sit here?"
Harry Potter was surprised. Most of the students had seemed nervous around him as he walked down the train. This guy that had just entered had a relaxed tone, like he was talking to some good friends. But Harry preferred it that way. He was tired of all the publicity and stupid nonsense about him being crazy, as if he didn't get enough gossip about him already.
"Yeah sure," he smiled.
Ichigo nodded in response, tossed his bag up and sat down on the seat beside Harry by the window. He gazed out the window, lost in thought. He wondered if they would send Rukia on the mission. If they did, he was dead. She was probably super angry at him for avoiding her for three months since they got back from Hueco Mundo.
Hueco Mundo. The place where he had served Aizen, his worst enemy, for two months, after being brainwashed. Of course, he wouldn't have been brainwashed if it hadn't been for his own stupidity in wanting to find a way to control his inner hollow...
Harry scrutinized Ichigo. "I don't recognize you," he said. "Are you new?"
Ichigo gave a start after being awakened from his thoughts. Looking at Harry, he nodded. "I'm a transfer student," he replied, marveling at how well he could speak English. "I'm not sure which ones will be coming, but some of my former classmates are transferring with me as well. My name's Ichigo Kurosaki. Who are you?"
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Luna Lovegood," said the girl who, Ichigo noticed, seemed to have a permanently dazed look on her face which was framed with long silvery-blond hair.
"Neville Longbottom," said the round-faced boy.
"Harry Potter," Harry muttered, waiting for the reaction. It never came. Ichigo greeted him with as much confidence as the other two. Harry was relieved. He grinned at the new transfer student. "So what year are you going to be in?"
"Fifth year I think," Ichigo stated, remembering what the letter had told him.
"Really?" Neville said. "That's the same year we're all in! Do you know what house you're in?"
"Uh… What?"
"You know, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw? Ring any bells?"
"Hmm…nope, sorry," Ichigo said. "No idea what you're talking about."
As Neville explained about the four houses, Ichigo began to worry. What if he was separated from the other shinigami that were assigned for this mission? They wouldn't be able to communicate very easily, and from the way Neville told it, some of the houses were rivals. That would make talking difficult.
In the middle of Neville's explanation, the door suddenly banged open. Everyone but Luna jumped and stared at the people that had just come in.
The first one had tattoos plastered across the top of his face and bright red hair that was put up in a ponytail. His muscles were nothing to joke about either. He definitely didn't look like someone to mess with. In comparison, the other two looked tiny next to him. One of them, a raven-haired girl, just came up to his shoulder, as did the silver-haired boy, who hardly looked older than eleven.
Instantly recognizing them, Ichigo muttered under his breath that sounded strangely like, "Oh, crud; I'm in trouble."
The moment the strangers (well, strangers to the poor Hogwarts students watching in amazement) spotted him, two of them leapt at Ichigo, pounding and strangling every part of him they could reach.
"Agh, no…Rukia…Renji…stop…" was all that could be heard from Ichigo in the blur of colours. All Harry and Neville could do was to look on in bewilderment.
"That's enough," said a cold voice by the door. "I think he's learned his lesson."
The punching immediately stopped, although Rukia and Renji were still holding onto Ichigo by his collar.
"Aww, come one, Hitsugaya!" pleaded Rukia, her violet eyes flashing with anticipation. "Just one more?"
Renji nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
"Fine," Hitsugaya sighed "Just one more, as my present to Kurosaki."
Ichigo rolled his eyes as Renji wound up for the finale. Harry tried to open his mouth to say something, but-
"Just what do you think you're doing?" exclaimed an astonished female voice behind them.
Renji turned his head and narrowed his eyes but he didn't change his position. "Who are you?"
"Hermione Granger, prefect of Gryffindor house and this is Ronald Weasley," The bushy-haired brunette said, gesturing towards the redhead Ichigo saw earlier. He was looking rather embarrassed like he'd rather not be there. "And lower your fist, exchange student."
Sighing, both Rukia and Renji reluctantly let go of Ichigo and smiled politely. "It's alright," Rukia said, still smiling. "We have all year."
Ichigo rolled his eyes again. He could already feel a bruise forming on his right cheek. Whatever. He'd had worse before.
The prefect, however, glared at them. "Are you alright?" she asked Ichigo "That bruise looks pretty bad."
Ichigo smirked. "Trust me, I have had worse."
And he had. So had the other transfer students, or rather, the other shinigami. Near-death experiences weren't uncommon among them.
"Hmph. All right then," Hermione said as she sat down on Harry's other side.
Toushiro sat beside Rukia, who was seated next to Neville. Renji squished in between them and Ron sat next to Hermione. Ichigo stayed where he was, rubbing his face gingerly.
Rukia noticed. "Don't worry, Ichigo, there's plenty more where that came from." She smiled with an evil gleam in her eye.
"Hmph. I don't believe they actually chose you guys to come here," Ichigo replied sourly although he really was glad. He had missed Rukia and he got along well with Toushiro and Renji. Plus, compared to the other shinigami in the Gotei 13 they probably looked the most like the teenagers they were acting as. Of course, Ichigo was 15 years old. He wasn't acting anything. But the others from Soul Society were (in the technical sense) much, much older than him.
"Hey, what kind of greeting is that? We don't see each other for three months and that's all you can say? Honestly Ichigo, you make me sad," Rukia cried melodramatically, although Ichigo didn't buy it.
"What about your greeting, huh? It's not like that was any better, attacking me without warning."
As Rukia and Ichigo started getting into an argument the others were formally introducing themselves.
"Hey there, I'm Renji Abarai. The female midget over there is Rukia Kuchiki, and the orange one is Ichigo Kurosaki."
"The name's Toushiro Hitsugaya."
"But you can just call him the ice captain, right Toushiro?"
The young captain scowled. The Kurosaki kid must've gotten to Renji. He used to always call him 'Captain'. That is, until Ichigo had started calling him Toushiro. Now everyone seemed to be calling him by his first name.
"How many times must I tell you it's not Toushiro it's Hitsugaya-"
Harry interrupted. "Why do you call him the ice captain? Because of his dyed hair?"
Toushiro already wanted to abandon the mission and strangle all of them. "Firstly, this is not dyed, it's my natural colour got it?" he said in a somewhat calm voice, although he had a vein in his temple that was twitching angrily, contradicting his cool answer. "Secondly, it's not 'Toushiro', it's HITSUGAYA, GOT IT?" he yelled directly at Renji and Ron, who were sniggering and they immediately stopped, scared a bit by Toushiro, although it wasn't just him raising his voice that scared him. The aura around him shifted and it made them all shiver.
"I-is anybody e-else c-c-cold here?" Hermione said through chattering teeth from the abrupt change in temperature.
"Oh don't worry," said Luna lightly. "I'm Luna Lovegood, by the way. It's probably just the Galunkusies. They-" She was interrupted by Rukia.
"ARE YOU INSULTING MY SKETCHES?" she yelled at a wide-eyed Ichigo.
"No, not the sketches. More like that weird little rabbit…" ("What are they even talking about?" muttered Ron quietly.)
"Oh no," Renji muttered. "Everybody stay back. You'll find out what happens when you insult that stupid rabbit."
The students all stared, transfixed, at the furious little girl that was somehow beating up a muscular teenager twice her body mass.
"Ahhh!" Ichigo tried to get away from the little demon but she kept hitting him with the book. And he started to notice how hard it was.
Realizing she was attracting too much attention, Rukia- pretending to look embarrassed at her outburst- apologized for 'behaving so rudely'.
"But I'm still angry at you, Ichigo," she told him crossly. "We hardly see you at all for two months, then when you get back, you avoid us for three months? And you thought you'd have a friendly, open-hearted greeting? Honestly, I'm disappointed, Ichigo." She smirked, looking into his warm brown eyes for his reaction. As she thought, they hardened.
"Hmph," he muttered. When he had been freed of Aizen's control, he had lost all of his memories of when he was working under him. Over the past three months, they had slowly been coming back to him, accompanied by major headaches that made him double over. The others were also aware of this.
Hermione, Ron and Luna looked at him curiously. They didn't know what he was talking about, nor did they know why Toushiro was glaring at him and Rukia and Renji were looking concerned, but Luna ended the heavy atmosphere by suddenly waving her hand around the air, as though swatting invisible flies.
Aware of the others staring at her, she explained briefly, "Sorry about that, there were some Wrackspurts."
Hermione gave her a skeptical look, then said, "What years are you in?" addressing the new students.
"We're all in fifth year, just like you, I think," replied Ichigo.
Her eyebrows shot upwards into her bushy hair and Ron blurted out what she was thinking. "Hey, but aren't you too young to be in fifth year?" He was talking to Toshiro.
His green eyes met Ron's and whispered in a deadly voice, "I'm just short, that's all." Ron didn't even know why, but he had to fight back a shiver.
Changing the subject, Hermione said suddenly, "Oh right, I nearly forgot. I wanted to show this to you guys..." Obviously addressing Harry and Ron, she pulled a yellowish newspaper out of her pocket and handed it to them. "It's a copy of today's newspaper. Read the front page. I found it in the Prefect compartment," she explained.
Ron's eyes quickly scanned the page.
"Man's chicken big hit in Diagon Alley? Whoa, does it really juggle watermelons?"
"Not that one, the one next to that article."
"...Shinigami? What's that?"
Rukia and Ichigo jumped suddenly upon hearing the word 'shinigami'. Renji's eyes widened slightly, but apart from one of his eyebrows raising slightly, Toushiro made no reaction. Luckily, the others seemed too preoccupied with the article to notice.
Ichigo tried to cough inconspicuously. "Er, so what's the article about?" he asked casually.
Harry looked up. "I don't really get it," he stated, scratching his head. "Let Hermione explain."
"Oh right, Harry, you wouldn't know about shinigami. They actually go by several names such as Death Gods or Soul Reapers. They're not very well known in the wizarding world at all, really," she said. "There are hardly any books about them at all, and wizards don't like to talk about them."
"Why not?" asked Rukia, with genuine curiosity in her voice.
Hermione sighed. "I guess I'll have to explain their history, then, if nobody knows of them."
Ichigo had to fight back a smile. "Nope, never heard of them," he lied outright, trying not to laugh.
Hermione nodded, then said, "We discovered the shinigami hundreds and hundreds of years ago. They thought themselves to be gods and protectors of people who were dead. Apparently they were also a type of wizard, but they claimed they were already dead."
Harry interrupted at this point. "You mean like ghosts?"
"No, they had clear signs of not being ghosts. Well, obviously, the wizards didn't believe them and wiped them all out, believing them to be a part of some sort of dangerous cult or perhaps crazy. We killed them all within a month. The magical world doesn't talk about it much because they've never been seen since, so it was probably just a group of rogue wizards. They're extinct, although many believe they never existed at all, and were simply a myth."
At this, Renji raised his eyebrows and now both Ichigo and Rukia were fighting to keep a straight face. Apparently these wizards had no idea that four of the shinigami they had thought 'extinct' were actually sitting in the same compartment as them.
"So what's this have to do with the article in the papers?" Toushiro asked coolly, in a voice that didn't reveal anything.
Hermione took the Daily Prophet from Ron's hands. "A new employee at the Ministry of Magic has given evidence that they exist. Not only are they not extinct, there are thousands of them, and they've remained hidden from us all these years, just like we've been hiding from the muggle world!"
Toushiro's eyes widened in surprise. The wizards were not supposed to know they existed. The shinigami massacre the girl had described had not actually taken place, since the shinigami had faked their deaths to avoid further confrontation. Ever since, Soul Society didn't make any contact with the wizards for risk of being found out.
However, if the wizards were to discover thay they still existed, they did have enough power to potentially harm and kill them. But up until now, according to them, shinigami didn't exist. So how could they have found out? Then a sudden revelation came to him. Whoever had written the article, he thought grimly, was not a wizard. Of course, if found out, the said shinigami would be punished severely. He doubted they would use their real name in this world, but still...
All this took place in the captain's mind in a split second. He calmed down and asked to see the paper. Hermione handed it to him.
"Wow," said Neville. "They must be really dangerous."
"And powerful," added in Harry. "If they were able to remain hidden all these years."
"So they weren't just a bunch of lunatics after all?" asked Ron, somewhat hopefully.
"We don't know, although it doesn't seem likely anymore with this new evidence," said Hermione.
Then they heard a low growl coming from Toushiro. Everyone turned to stare at him. He appeared to be glaring at a point on the paper with extreme hatred.
"What is it, Toushiro?" said Ichigo and looked over his shoulder.
Ichigo's eyes scanned the paper. The pictures caught his eye. They were plastered all over the page, and the people in it appeared to be moving, like on TV. But he noticed something else. Two words seemed to pop out at him in particular. His eyes widened. At the place where the writer's name was for the shinigami article, was the name...
"Aizen Sousuke," he snarled in a menacing voice.
So what do you think? Please review if you want the story to continue! Kinda boring so far, I know, but it's just the beginning! Later chapters will be better, i promise!
