This is going to be my first real fic! So… It's a Bleach and Danny Phantom crossover of sorts. As for Bleach, it takes place as a sort of parallel to the arrancar arc. It's most definitely after Soul Society, but not after or during the arrancar arc. If you don't know what the arrancar are, that means that there might be potential spoilers, so read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Danny Phantom. ;;

Mannen'yuki: Endless Snow

Prologue:

Pounding footsteps resounded through the eerily empty halls leading toward the fifth division compound, racing desperately to reach their destination in time. Hitsugaya Toushiro had sensed a familiar reiatsu, and foolishly disregarded it until he realized whom it belonged to.

Aizen Sosuke, former fifth division captain, and cowardly traitor, had returned. And what was worse, he could feel the turbulent reiatsu of Hinamori Momo beside him. She had not yet fully recovered from the previous wound her former captain had given her, the emotional scars left by his betrayal might never be fully healed, and the bastard was back to cause her more grief, or worse.

He could see the fifth division office dawning in front of him. He drew Hyourinmaru, his faithful zanpakuto, from its sheath and kicked down the door, ignoring the courtesy of a knock.

Fortunate on his part, for Aizen was in the midst of attacking his childhood friend, and she was blind to it, prey to the illusions cast by his zanpakuto, Kyouka Suigetsu. There was no time for thought, and Hitsugaya would not idly stand by and let Hinamori be injured again, not while he could prevent it.

"Hinamori, move!" shouted the tenth division captain urgently.

She looked up at him, startled. "Shiro-chan?! Aizen-taichou has returned! He's not…"

'Too slow!' thought Hitsugaya. She wouldn't move in time. He gritted his teeth, and swore. "I said, MOVE!" he screamed, running and pushing her out of the way, intercepting the wound aimed for her heart. The snow haired boy grimaced in pain as the sword slashed his side open. At least it isn't fatal, he thought grimly.

"Shiro-" Hinamori was about to scold her friend as she picked herself off the floor, when she saw crimson liquid pouring from his side, and a bloodied sword in the hands of her 'Aizen-taichou.' "Shi-"

She was cut off by Aizen's bitter laugh. "Hitsugaya-taichou," he mocked, "it has been too long. I must admit, I didn't think anyone would notice my return."

"What are you doing here?" growled Hitsugaya. "Have you betrayed your other companions as we-" his interrogation was interrupted as Aizen carelessly slashed at him again, and he fought to hold the cry threatening to break his lungs at the sudden movement required to dodge.

"I was merely returning for some paperwork, I didn't expect my fool of a fukutaichou to be sleeping in my room, waiting for me to 'escape Ichimaru's control.'" Replied Aizen casually, thrusting at Hitsugaya's midsection.

Hitsugaya quickly raised Hyourinmaru to block at his neck; the sound of colliding metal filled the air as Hinamori sunk against the wall, a helpless spectator. She wished she had brought Tobiume, but doubted she would have the heart to attack even if she had.

"Impressive, Hitsugaya-taichou," mused Aizen. "You've learned to see past some of my Kyouka Suigetsu, a laudable feat, I commend you. But how quickly can you decipher it?" demanded the traitor, pulling back for another attack.

'Damn!' thought Hitsugaya as he parried Aizen's brutal onslaught. He was holding up well, but he knew it would be short lived. He was losing blood at a rapid pace. The fight would have to end soon. Stalling Aizen in a prolonged block would do no good. The so-called boy genius kicked Aizen in the stomach, catching his opponent off guard. Sliding back, he pondered tying something around his gushing midsection, but dismissed the foolish notion that there was that much time to spare. He pulled Hyourinmaru into an offensive position. 'Fight with me now, my friend,' he whispered to the dragon.

"Souten ni Zase! Hyourinmaru!" cried Hitsugaya, employing the shikai release of his Zanpakuto, wisely containing the ice dragon in the compact area, and utilizing the chain at the end of his zanpakuto. The captain launched himself at Aizen, sweeping at his ankles with the chain. Aizen jumped above it, having regained his composure, and the battle continued.

Hinamori Momo watched the fight, still a torrent of emotions. Aizen-taichou had to be under Ichimaru-tai- no not taichou anymore, Ichimaru's control, he had to be. And Shiro-chan was attacking him because he didn't know! Then this fight was pointless! …But Aizen-taichou had attacked first, attacked her. She knew the hope which she clung to was null, but she couldn't bring herself to discard the captain she loved for so many years. Her reason for becoming the shinigami, for aiming for the Gotei 13; her reason for being, was an illusion from the start. It was hard to let got, too difficult to have no purpose, and she clung to Aizen still. That was, in part, why, when she saw Hitsugaya bringing his sword down upon a disarmed, defeated Aizen, she screamed. "Shiro-chan, NO! Stop it!" she sobbed.

And he did. Hyourinmaru's perfect arc halted mid-swing, as the white haired captain's eyes widened in shock. "Hina-" His confused expression contorted into one of pain as Kyouka Suigetsu pierced his chest, and he could taste the blood rising in his throat.

The brown eyed girl stared in shock at the sword protruding from Hitsugaya's back. 'Wasn't Aizen-taichou just unarmed? How did he… when did… an illusion. He wasn't unarmed for a second.' She paled as she realized her mistake, her ready belief in the mirages of Kyouka Suigetsu, had caused her dear friend to be grievously injured,twice, in a span of less than twenty minutes.

"You are too easily distracted, Hitsugaya-taichou!" scolded Aizen with a sadistic laugh, twisting the hilt of his zanpakuto maliciously, grinning at the scream the younger captain was so visibly struggling to contain. "It takes quite a bit to get any noise from you," taunted Aizen.

Defiant aquamarine eyes glared up at him in response. Hitsugaya knew his last resort had come. He had been planning to use it on Aizen one day if need be, but never did he imagine it would be so soon, and under such dire circumstances. Damn his weakness. He subtly traced his fingers over his arm as that treacherous bastard continued his taunting.

"Your concern for this fool of a girl is to be your downfall," laughed Aizen. "I shall eliminate such uselessness," he said as he turned toward Hinamori, whom was still in shock, before a determined hand gripped his wrist forcefully.

"You will be doing nosuch thing, Aizen!" growled Hitsugaya, holding onto Aizen's arm, which still held the sword embedded in his chest.

"You bark loud enough boy, but there's hardly any life left in y- Whatare you doing?" Aizen started as the boy began to trace his fingers over the arm he held onto. Aizen tried to jerk his arm free as Hitsugaya continued to write characters on the former captain's arm with his own blood.

"Let go boy!" Aizen struggled to move his arm, causing Kyouka Suigetsu to painfully twist in Hitsugaya. But the boy held fast, and began to chant an incantation. A circle of light enveloped the two, and Aizen looked at the ground under him. The skid-marks from all the boy's landings were woven in an intricate pattern. The boy had been planning to do whatever he was doing now for at least half their fight. He swore to himself, trying to keep his composure.

"Whatever you're planning, Hitsugaya-taichou, will fail. None of the ninety nine Bakudou can harm me." He gave his arm a powerful yank, and managed to pull out his zanpakuto, but the tenth division captain still held fast, and still chanted.

Suddenly, the teal eyed boy released his hold on Aizen's arms, and threw himself at the traitor, locking his arms around his waist.

"Wha-!"

"Bakudou number One Hundred!"roared Hitsugaya. "Jiboujiki Seishuku!!!"

The circle surrounding the two opponents flared to life, ensnaring them both, sucking them into its confines.

"What are you doing?!" demanded the chestnut haired man.

"Taking you away from here!"

"Transportation Kidou?! You'll be sucked in as well!"

"So be it," spat the boy, "as long as Soul Society is rid of you!"

In the corner of the room, Hinamori's mind seemed to painfully snap into focus at Hitsugaya's statement. What is he doing?! What's happening?! Her mind screamed. "So be it…"as long as Soul Society is rid of you." Was Shiro-chan going to…

"Shiro-chan!!!" wailed Hinamori, unstable tears threatening to spill.

"It's Hitsugaya-taichou," corrected her friend with a grim smile, which it faded momentarily. "Sayonara,"

"Shi-Hitsugaya-taichou…"

The grim smile returned. "Bed wetter Momo."

The rune circle gave another bright flare, and Hinamori was forced to shield her eyes from the blinding light. When she looked again, there was no trace of Aizen, or Hitsugaya.

Hinamori sank to the floor in dismay, ignoring the blood that soaked into her clothes from the floor.

The door burst open beside her, revealing Matsumoto, leading Ukitake-taichou, Unohana-taichou, Isane-fukutaichou, and several other fourth squad members.

"Hinamori-chan!" Matsumoto ran over to the girl, and those behind her rushed in.

"Hinamori-chan!" repeated Matsumoto, shaking the non-responsive girl. "Are you alright?!"

The brown eyed girl started. "Ma-Matsumoto-san! I…" she looked down at the crimson stained floor. "I'm fine."

"But all this blood…" Isane-fukutaichou trailed off.

"It's…not mine." Hinamori swallowed.

"I sensed Hitsugaya-kun's reiatsu, where is he?" questioned Unohana-taichou, trying not to push the distressed girl too much.

Hinamori looked at the pools of blood defiling the room, and finally broke down, sobbing into Matsumoto's gi.

Ukitake, who held a certain fondness for the boy genius, paled considerably. "No…"

Unohana rested a gentle hand on his shoulder with a sad smile. "Isane-san, please escort Hinamori-chan to the relief center for tonight, the rest of you, please assist me in cleaning this mess."

The 'vice-captain' nodded and scooped Hinamori into her arms, and the fourth squad members gave morbid nods.

"Ukitake-taichou, please inform Yamamoto-soutaichou of what has happened here, I will stay and try to discern what has truly happened, since Hinamori-chan seems in no condition to explain."

Ukitake nodded sadly, and shuffled out of the room. As he shut the door, he could hear Matsumoto's muffled sob.

"Taichou…"

Woooo! I'm done with the prologue! XD It turned out longer than I expected, and angstier too. I hate angst so, yet I find myself writing it more than I want to admit.

And for all you who are wondering "Where the hell is Danny and Co.!?" They shall appear next chapter! This is just the prologue

Ah, I DID make up the Bakudou number One Hundred, there are only 99 in the actually series.

So, if any of you find a problem with any spelling or grammar, feel free to tell me, since I know it can kill the flow of the story.

So review my first-ever fic! Pleeease? Maybe I'll bribe you. The first three reviews will get free sketchies of a character of their choice from me!

So review! Tell me if you love it, hate it, don't care, etc.

Oh, I'll also take suggestions for things you would like to see in the story, but I might not necessarily use them.

Ja' Ne!

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