"Talking"

'Thinking'

(Flashback/Timeskip/Memories)

"Stressed Words"

'Written Words'

"Other Languages"

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AN: Annnndddd we're back! Third (Er, fourth?) chapter installment of just what-the-fuck goes on within my head! Once again I get a review from my faithful comrade, blueorgrey1236, and his review!

"I am thankful that you would post my review! And sorry to confuse you on the question but you did answer to my satisfaction! In this chapter I got a bit confused on how he started to speak German (which is awesome language to speak) I didn't look back yet but did he just started to speak German in this chapter? Another thought is does he switch personality because he has a side effect which he switches a personality for each situation to best fit it to survive? If you don't understand that question just message me and I hope to review this story in the near future!"

Alright, you're welcome first off, and second, Q&A! So you asked in confusion that if Al started to speak in German, or had been speaking it his whole life. That'll be answered this chapter, as I had earlier planned with the voices (They're nice people!), and your second was the side effect/personality problem. No, it's not a survival process for each scenario, but more of an influx. "An influx of what?" You may ask? Well, he literally fell through Time/Space itself, and following the Infinite Reality theory and the Parallel Universe theory, it's safe to say there are an infinite amount of Albert Krissling's, and us for that matter, spread across every known and unknown universe. These universes include video games, movies and books, adding on to anything we think up in our heads! Since he's the only one to transcend Time/Space, he's receiving a major influx of memories and personalities from every other Albert as they, as soon as he entered another universe, disintegrated into memories and/or personalities. This is shown when he adopts the 'Diesel-Punk WWII-Era German' uniform to wear, as he's infiltrating an enemy base. However, he just received the memories. Nothing more.

Damn that's a lot… Alright! Onwards and upwards! PANZER VOR!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Albert Gregory Krissling, and the plot. You'll see… Ya tak rasstroyen...

Chapter Three: The Materialization.

It had been only three hours as Inoue and I followed Yoruichi the cat, across the developer's nightmare of the Seiretei, not talking as we went. The cat was very resourceful, I'll give her that. And yes, HER. I can tell if a cat is male or female. Anyway, we evaded many a patrols, and finally came across a secret hiding place, that Yoruichi explained was made by her friend, Ura-something-or-other as a secret training ground to learn "Bankai"; whatever the fuck that was. Anyway, the training ground was a desert area, with rocky outcroppings and off to the side was a small bath area.

I whistled, "How in the name of God did your friend build this underneath a goddamn hill?" I asked as I laid Ichi down, having picked her up earlier to help Yoruichi.

"Science."

"Figures." I muttered at the nonchalant response, "So what do we do now that we're here? Hide out till they think we're dead?"

She ignored me, explaining that the hot springs held a slight healing power to them, and if we let Ichi soak in them it would heal her.

I scoffed at this, before I got a good look at Ichi. She wore the same uniforms like the reapers, but hers had no insignia, and it held a giant cleaver to her back. Her figure was hourglass, with a pair of DD breasts, and wide hips; her face was angelic, although it was set in a frown even while she was unconscious, and neck length orange hair framed it. I slowly peeled back an eyelid to see a hazel brown eye stare back up at me, before her brow furrowed.

"Hey girls," I began, "I think she's awa-"

I was cut off by a swift kick to the gonads by her, and was shoved off.

"ERO-NAZI!" She yelled, brandishing her cleaver and missing my head by an inch.

I groaned in pain from the kick, only to have Inoue save me by creating an orange shield with her Fae. "Ichi-chan! He's a friend!" She proclaimed, and I waved my hand while I was in a fetal position.

"Was just trying to see if you were awake…" I muttered, grimacing in pain. "Good Morning… Ugh…"

"Glad to see you're awake Ichi." Yoruichi stated calmly, jumping onto my head. "As you can obviously tell, you still need training before you can take on a taichou."

"Oi! I beat her, didn't I?"

I chuckled at this, and pick Yoruichi up in my arms, and gently pet her head. "Tied I say…"

"And who the hell're you?" Ichi asked, still pointing her sword (Zanpakuto), at me.

I grinned, "Name's Krissling Albert Gregory. I'm a Königreich-Reisenden." I added as an afterthought.

"Königreich-Reisenden?" Yoruichi asked, staring at me intently from atop my head. "You speak German?"

I nodded, and sat her on the ground next to Inoue. "I believe an explaination about how I'm here and who I am?" I asked, "Okay then… My name is Albert Gregory Krissling, I was born on January 17th, on a Friday, on 1985 in the city of New York, New York. I am descended from two major parties: on my father's side was, supposedly, Saint Patrick, and my mother's side was a German tank ace by the name of Michael Wittman; ergo, I'm Irish-German. My mother died during childbirth, and I was the youngest in my family, obviously. I was ridiculed by my brother, who was two years older than me, and ignored by my father, as they both blamed me for Mum's death.

When I entered grade school, I found out I needed glasses and got these." I pointed to the pair hanging from my uniform's pocket, "The called me far-sighted, so anything close is decent to see without. And the next day the name calling started; 'Four-Eyes', 'Blindy' et cetera. But those didn't bother me. I excelled in my studies as I found out I had eidetic memory, and I told my teachers. They tested me for it, and IQ, and found out I had an IQ of around 280, so I was bumped pretty far up. When I was around eleven I was already in University, Yale to be exact. When I was in Yale, I began studying German, to further my knowledge of my mother's family, and I speak it, Russian, and Khmer perfectly; and with little accent.

Around the time I was fifteen, my brother became diagnosed with lung cancer, and my father started working more and more, with me helping. Around here, my mind was subjected to thoughts that weren't my own, and pictures of otherworldly places. This prompted me to study the idea behind the theory of Space/Time relativity and reality. On September 11th, I was working with my father in the World Trade Centers, and well… I Jumped out a window on one of the top floors, and ended up here somehow due to a flux in the Space/Time Continuum."

I looked at the three of them, my limbs aching from sitting, and I shrugged. "That's about it."

"Well, I guess that explains how you have no Reiryoku in your body." Yoruichi explained.

"No what?" I asked, confused, "Wait, never mind. Fuck it, I don't want to know. Just… do your voodoo shit with Herr Kurosaki. I'll sit over here and try my own stuff."

I got up and dusted myself off, before heading away from the three slightly. Sitting down again, I held my hands out in front of myself and envisioned something simple. A two-by-four. Made of steel.

"Um… Krissling-san…?"

I nodded my head as the steel beam was slowly growing in my hand from the ions and atoms in the air itself.

"What're you doing Ero-Nazi?"

My eye twitched. "Trying to concentrate."

And then she poked me before leaving with Yoruichi.


(Several Hours Later)

Albert sighed with relief as he finished his latest project. A tank.

"Ah~ Dort, fertig! Der Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger, mit dem 8,8cm KampfwagenKanone 43 L/71 und zwei MG34s bewaffnet. Ja ... Das ist gut. Ich frage mich, was Ichi und Yoruichi getan haben?" He murmured to himself as he opened the driver's hatch and clambered in.

Turning the ignition on, the teen put the tank into gear, as the feared tank's Maybach HL 230 TRM P45 engine roared to life like its animal namesake. Once put into gear and quickly gaining momentum, the German tank headed in the direct of where Albert could feel his new-found comrades. Keeping the hatch above his head open so that he could stand up and drive, Albert heard booming and explosions far away where he guessed where the trio of females were training.

"Panzer Vor!" He cried, fistpumping before closing the hatch.


A little ways away, Ichi was currently locked in a battle against the spirit that lived in her, while Orihime and Yoruichi watched on; Orihime with a look of slight fear, while Yoruichi was just deadpanning.

The spirit that Ichi was fighting was around six feet tall, with a slim hourglass figure. She wore a black coat with a pair of visors over her eyes, and her midnight black hair was done up in a pony-tail behind her. In her hands as she fought Ichi was the same overgrown cleaver that Ichi used, effortlessly deflecting each of her attacks as the two of them fought.

"Um… So what exactly is Kurosaki-chan doing…?" Orihime asked quietly, as seven pixies floated around her head. "Is she fighting herself…?"

Yoruichi didn't spare a glance at Orihime before answering, "No, she's currently fighting against her zanpakuto spirit to learn Bankai from her. It's the only way she'll be able to save Rukia."

Orihime's mouth opened in a small 'o', as she giggled. "They look kind of funny like that!"

She was referring to how Ichi had accidentally tripped onto the spirit, face-planting into her breasts and was flailing her arms about.

Before they could get back to fighting however, a small tune floated across the ground from where they had left Albert:

"Now there was a time,

When you loved me so.

I couldn't do wrong,

And now you need to know."

The four turned in the direction of the singing, to see a small dust cloud headed their way.

"What is that?" Ichi asked, pointing in the direction of the cloud.

'I don't known Kurosaki-chan…" Orihime muttered; a finger on her lips in question.

"See, I been a bad bad bad bad man.

And I made a deal.

Yeah.

I found a brand new love for this man,

And I can't wait till you see.

I can't wait."

The spirit that Ichi was once fighting soon stood beside them, a hand on her sword. "I cannot understand what is coming this way, but it isn't alive."

Yoruichi turned to her, giving her a look. "If I remember, Krissling-san was working on his powers wasn't he? So he might have finished something."

"So how you like me now?

Remember the time

When I eat you up

Yeah I was a line

That you can't give up.

If i was to cheat on you

Would you see right through me?

If I sing a sad sad sad sad song

Would you give it to me?

So how you like me now?

Does that make you love me baby?

Does that make you want me baby?

Does that make you love me baby?

Does that make you want me baby?

Oh, mercy.

Hello.

Oh yeah."

The song finished as a silhouette appeared from the cloud: a large, steel grey tank. One of the hatches was opened, and Albert's head was poking out from it. He waved as the tank drew closer, before popping his head back down into the metal beast.

"Is he gonna stop?" Ichi asked wearily as the tank seemed to picked up speed.

"Probably not." Was the spirit's reply.

Instead, the tank became faster and faster as it approached, before the left tread locked in place, causing the beast to skid to the left showing the right side of the tank before that sides tread locked, causing the tank to slid to a stop around ten feet in front of them.

The hatch on the left side of the chassis popped open, before Albert's head popped out, soon followed by his body as he clambered onto the tank, sitting on its barrel.

"Hey guys!" He said cheerily with a wave, "Didja see that drift I pulled? Epic right?"

The group collectively sweatdropped, before Yoruichi spoke. "Krissling-san, what is that?" She asked, pointing at the tank.

"Oh this?" he asked calmly, swinging his legs back and forth, "Well, I was thinking. If my power allows the fabrication of matter through the use of atoms, then why not make a tank? So I made the Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger I. Since you guys need help to save your friend I'll help too."

There was a pause, before he spoke up again, pointing at the spirit next to Ichi. "Who the hell is she?"

Ichi looked at the spirit, before turning to Albert once more. "She's my zanpakuto spirit, Zangetsu. I'm training with her to learn Bankai."

"Ghosts 'nd shit huh? Alright, I'll buy it."

"So, what is the tank for?" Orihime asked, uncertain.

"Well," Albert began, "On the way here, I heard Yoruichi (Who's apparently a were-cat) muttering about how to take down the Sōkyoku, so I thought: 'Eighty-eight millimeter Pzgr. 39 Armor Piercing rounds.' So when you girls went off to do your training, I created this! The Panzerkampfwagen VI 'Tiger I'. This baby was made in response to the Soviet KV-1; it's armed with the electrically fired 8,8cm L/71 KwK 43, loaded with the Pzgr. 39 AP round, two Maschinegewehr 34s, and outfitted with a Maybach HL TRM 230 P45 fuel-injected engine, its top speed is around fifty kilometers. I figure that this Tiger can quell some of the enemy forces if need be." He finished with a smirk, his arms crossed across his chest.

The quintet stared at the realm-traveler in shock, before his clothes shifted. Like worms were withering across his skin, the German uniform he was wearing shifted; first losing all color and shape, the uniform took the shape of a grey pair track pants and tee shirt, before twisting and contorting once more to become a whole new outfit. The sweatpants turned into a pair of jet black slacks, with a pair of loafers on his feet as they too contorted, while his upper body turned into a plain white tee shirt underneath a brown leather jacket with a neck brace. A grey blob formed on his head before turning into a Russian bear-pelt ushanka.

When the process was finished he cracked his neck, and jumped off the tank's barrel. "Yavlyayetsya Kurosaki-san zakonchil svoye obucheniye?" He began, spewing Russian from his lips, "Yesli eto tak, yeye dukh, vozmozhno, zakhotite ostat'sya , chtoby pomoch' nam."

Yoruichi tilted her head. "What?"

Albert stared at them, before muttering. "Just get in the fucking tank. Your friend's execution is today right?"

Ichi's eyes, along with Orihime's and Yoruichi's widened as they clambered onto the Tiger's hull, while the spirit dissipated.

"Alright," Albert began, opening the top hatch for them to get in while he slid into the driver's seat, "Here's how it's going to go down. Since the entrance to this place is located just above the base of the cliff, (Kurosaki-san can you load that MG? Thanks) we'll drive out, surprising them, and then I'll blast that bird-thing with the eighty-eight, while Kurosaki-san and Yoruichi fight. Inoue-san, you'll help me with the tank's reloading right?"

"Uh… Hai."

"Good." Albert grinned like a devil possessed, before yelling in Russian as the Tiger I rolled out.

"Plakat' khaos i obmolvilas' psov voyny! Poskol'ku mnogiye dushi sobirayutsya chuvstvovat' bol' etogo dve nedeli!"


At the top of Execution Hill sat a large scaffolding while a large halberd tied before it; ironically the same scaffolding that Albert almost impaled himself on. Wrapped in bandages and floating in the middle point of the scaffold was a black haired teen, wearing an all-white shitagi and no shoes. His face was grim, as he had accepted his fate, and hoped that the Soutaichou would heed his final wish and let his friends go free.

'Ichi…' He thought solemnly to himself, 'Why'd you come after me…? You'll only hurt yourself…'

After his elder sister had, 'reclaimed' for a lack of better words, him she and Renji brought him back to Soul Society, where he was to be executed by decree of the Central 46. Then Ichi and the rest show up and try and save him. All but her and Inoue had been captured and were being held at the Fourth Division. Sighing to himself as he stared at the halberd that was his executor, he closed his eyes as he could barely hear the Soutaichou's voice from below commanding the halberd to be released.

The three ribbons wrapped around it dispersed, and a mighty phoenix of fire formed around the halberd as it took to the air and positioned itself in front of his face. The phoenix screeched before soaring towards him, and he sighed once more.

"Goodbye… My friends…"

A whistling sound was heard as something whizzed by his head, before slamming into the Sōkyoku and exploding. Turning his head, Kuchiki Ruki's eyes widened as he saw Ichi and another unknown person fighting, as well as the source of the projectile. A large, grey tank.


AN: FUCKING FINALLY! Late New Years' present ladies, gents and anyone else. Posting this mofo right now! Read and Review please and thank you!