The Worm Hole Chapter 4: The Trials, a Warcraft + Bleach Crossover fanfic

The Worm Hole

A Bleach and WoW Crossover Fic

A/N: This is the fourth chapter, and the first chapter I will attempt to write after injuring my hand, so we'll see how it goes.

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Re-Cap:

Last time, Fargath the Death Knight returned the portal to his master, The Lich King. The Lich King then ordered Fargath to choose four other death knights and track down the remaining outlanders in order to test their powers. Fargath himself tracked Ichigo, who managed to escape Stormwind City by using the last of his powers. The death knight, not wanting to fight Ichigo until the latter was at full strength, gave him a magical ring to call him when his strength returned. Meanwhile, Kenpachi Zaraki awoke on the shore of Teldrassil and was brought before the high priestess of Elune, Tyrande. They were interrupted by a death knight who was sent to test the captains' strength, whom Kenpachi proceeded to do battle with. Although he suffered a terrible wound to his left hand, Kenpachi was able to frighten the death knight into a retreat. Earlier that morning, Renji Abbarai had awoke in the pit of the jungle trolls great structure of Zul'gurub, in eastern Stranglethorn Vale. He, with the help of a Draenei Shaman named Nazeryth, was able to escape by fighting his way out. Once he had recovered almost half of his maximum power, Renji and his compatriot rested on the banks of a river, only to be attacked by an undead death knight, who wielded two blades instead of one.

Jaina teleported straight into Thrall's war council room, scaring the other orcs.

"Proudmoore, what are you doing here?" one roared, his hand twitching towards his axe.

"Thrall, I must speak with you alone." She said and the great warchief stood and walked into the back, followed by the magess.

They stood in a small den with a brazier flanking the door, Jaina sat on a chair while Thrall opted for the floor, shrugging his black, steel-clad shoulders.

"Thrall, Rhonin has… done something rash." Jaina said nervously.

"Spare me no details." Thrall said intently.

"He has sent a portal trap out into the Twisting Nether, hoping that some aid would come from the outside for Ulduar." She said and the orc's eyes widened.

"Rash? That isn't rash, that's insane! Has it returned as of yet?" the warchief asked.

"Yes, it carried six beings, one of whom returned with the portal to Dalaran." She said.

"So… are they friendly?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, I didn't get a chance to speak with him, Rhonin asked me to come here straightaway." She said.

"Why tell me this? It doesn't affect the Horde as I can see…" Thrall said.

"We need your help to find them, we believe if left unchecked they could be in a great deal of danger in our world." She said.

"Do you have any idea where they could be?" Thrall asked.

"The closest one was estimated to have landed in Tanaris, we would appreciate it if you could send out riders to find it." She said.

"I will… have you heard about our assault on Ulduar?" he asked.

"It is going well?" Jaina inquired.

"Quite well, we may even be at Yogg-Saron's door by tomorrow." Thrall reported, smiling faintly.

"Good work, old friend." Jaina smiled and teleported out.

Thrall shook his head and walked back into the meeting room.

"I want a pack of riders to go to Tanaris and search for anyone out of the ordinary, human or creature… and bring them here unharmed." He ordered.

"It will be done."

Rukia awoke slowly, Deryth was once again applying the anti-venom to her wound. She smiled lightly and propped herself up as he rolled her pants back up her legs.

"Thank you for helping me." She smiled.

"I wouldn't leave someone in the desert, especially not someone who was as injured as you." He said, sitting on a chair next to her bed.

It had been two days since he had found her passed out and tried to help her by applying the anti-venom, which hadn't worked as well as he wanted it to so he had to keep giving it to her. She seemed to be resistant to the anti-venom, because her wound was constantly inflamed and bleeding.

"So, tell me about yourself." Deryth said.

"I'm Rukia Kuchiki, guard of the sixth squad in the thirteen court guard squads of the Soul Society." She said.

"How did you get here, to Tanaris?" Deryth asked, without the slightest idea what the girl was talking about.

"I... I don't really remember." She said truthfully.

"It's alright, scorpid venom often causes temporary memory loss." He smiled.

"Deryth… you're a bandit, aren't you?" Rukia asked.

"Yes, I rob travelers when they come to the well for a drink, then cause their memory to be fuzzy and set them off back towards Gadgetzan." He said honestly, Rukia shook her head.

"That's not right, Deryth." She said.

"Maybe not, but it's my way of life." He shrugged.

Rukia attempted to stand, but fell back with a hiss of pain when she stepped on her stung leg.

"It burns… all the way up and down my leg." She said, looking at it.

"Yeah, you got a direct sting… it'll take about a week at least for it to heal enough that you can walk, I should think." Deryth said.

"That's not soon enough… I have to find the others, see if they're okay." She said, tested her leg more carefully with little weight.

"Look there is nothing you can do in this condition, you need to rest and let your body fight the wound, it will take time." Deryth said.

"I do not fear pain… but perhaps you're right, I'm no good to them in this condition." She sighed.

"Look… maybe I should escort you to Gadgetzan, they could put you on a gryphon to Theramore and you can find passage to Menethil Harbor from there, there should be a good healer there and, if not, Ironforge will definitely have one. You could have full use of your leg back." The bandit suggested.

"That sounds reasonable… perhaps…" she was interrupted by the sound of fire and the roof beginning to smoke.

The two rushed out and were met by twenty or more pirates holding Deryth's brother, who was bleeding profusely from a wound in his head and lashes on his back.

"Don't attempt any magic, wastewanderer, we've got our muskets pointed right at you." One said, brandishing his cutlass.

"What do you want?' Deryth asked, holding his empty hands out to show he had no weapon.

"All of your gold, your brother owes us a lot of gold, and since he says he needs more time, we'll give you about five minutes before we burn this place to the ground." The same pirate said.

"We have nothing in the cabin that I know of, please let my brother go." Deryth said peacefully.

He fell back as a musket ball tore through his shoulder and blood splattered the dirt. Rukia limped out of the cabin and pointed her hand at the lead pirate.

"Path of Destruction Four, Byaku Rai!" she cried, but nothing happened.

The pirates began to laugh until the lead pirate pointed his cutlass at the injured Deryth.

"On second thought, just give us that girl and we'll call it even." He grinned cruelly.

Rukia unsheathed her sword and spun it, keeping off her injured leg.

"Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!" she cried and her zanpaktou became white.

The pirates all began to fire, but the musket balls just barely missed Rukia as she twisted her sword.

"The next dance, white ripple!" she cried and swiped her blade.

A large wall of ice pommled the pirates to the ground and they all fell back a good ten feet, including Deryth's brother.

"Rukia, be careful!" Deryth cried, attempting to get to his feet.

One of the pirates charged her, slashing his sword in the air. Rukia parried and threw him backwards, then flipped her momentum around and cut open his gut. The others were beginning to stir as well, so Rukia leapt backwards atop the house and grabbed the back of her blade.

"First dance, white moon!" she cried and drew imaginary circles around the guards of Deryth's brother.

Two huge columns of ice engulfed them and tore through the air. Rukia then leapt forward and bound, one-footed, over to Deryth's brother who had a bloody hole through his head.

"We'll call this a draw for now! The pirate leader said as he saw his men running from the cabin.

The pirate leader took off as well as Deryth fell to the ground next to Rukia, whose zanpaktou reverted back to its unreleased state and she sheathed it.

"NO, Marus… MARUS wake up!" Deryth cried, shaking his dead brother's shoulders.

"Deryth he is… erk!" Rukia stopped as a large spiritual pressure crushed the ground around her.

A skeletal dragon flew over and a man fell to the ground, landing on his knee and hand. He stood and took off his helmet revealing a gaunt face with glowing blue eyes. He had no facial hair and carried a large, spiked spear.

"I am Vareyn, one of the strongest death knights, and you are my enemy." He growled and spun his spear around.

Rukia stood and released her shikai, then walked forward, her leg numb. Deryth gasped but she quieted him with her hand.

"Rukia, that is one of the Death Knight Council… he is not to be battled!" Deryth cried.

"Deryth, sometimes combat is unavoidable." Rukia said and assumed her attack position.

"As is death." Vareyn said simply and, without warning, charged forward with his spear tip gleaming murderously.

Grimmjow, meanwhile, sat amongst the bodies of a dozen orcs, covered in their blood. His fist was balled under his chin and his opposite hand was set on Pantera's hilt. He contemplated the previous day's events, which had begun when he had been captured in a shimmering box that had thrown him (literally) across strange terrain and into the side of a mountain, where he had been attacked by a crazed dwarf and a wingless dragon.

Grimmjow rushed forward with Pantera gleaming in his hand, crimson blood upon her edge. He cut through the dragon's arms and then twisted his wrist, cutting off the beasts' head as he flew around it's bulk. The sounds of the battle drew more similar dragons charging up the hill drawing their weapons.

"Kill the whelp!" one cried and the others roared in agreement.

Grimmjow considered unleashing Pantera, but decided instead on sheathing her and holding his palm out. He summoned his most powerful cero and launched it, disintegrating all of the dragons charging at him. The Espada then proceeded down the hill, moving at a semi-brisk jog. He had come not fifteen meters out of the wooden spiked fence when a slime darted around a tree and opened an impossibly large mouth. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and stomped on the creature, destroying all traces of it into the ground.

"This place would be great if these things had power to match their aggression." He muttered and then took off at a much faster pace North-west.

He reached a road swiftly, noting it's tread and roughness he estimated the last travelers had been some time before. He advanced along the road until he came to an outcropping in the nearby hill that lead into a valley filled with smoke and wagons. As he prepared to enter, a chain wrapped around his neck and yanked him up the hill and into a steel cage guarded by a dark green skinned monster.

"What is this? A light skinned, fine featured… elven maybe? Or perhaps a hybrid of human and elf? Those muscles destroy the elves natural stature, so there must be some human in there somewhere…" it growled.

"I am an Arrancar." Grimmjow said and blasted the cage to pieces with his cero.

The orc, for that is what it was, threw his chain again, hooking Pantera and tearing her out of Grimmjow's belt. As the Arrancar prepared to blast the orc he felt a spear upon his back. He turned and saw a ring of twelve orcs brandishing deadly weapons.

"Without Pantera… I won't be able to take them all… especially since I don't know their full power." He thought as he saw a green orc which exuded a light but large spiritual pressure.

"Go down into camp, strange beast, we of the Dragonmaw clan will soon figure your lineage." One said and poked heavily into Grimmjow's back.

"You and your bastard clones are lucky I'm not feeling myself… otherwise I guarantee you'd all be dead already." Grimmjow muttered and walked the way they pushed.

Back in the presence, Grimmjow walked over to the dying human mage, who was spilling tears down his face.

"Lystine… I'm so glad… you're safe…" the mage gasped through his wounds.

Grimmjow kneeled with a frown and distant eyes. The mage had been slashed down the spine, he had hours in agony to live.

"I must repay you." Grimmjow said.

"A swift death, my brother… and then just get yourself back to our home in the… the Barrens… father needs us both." And the mage handed him a map.

Grimmjow nodded as the mage closed his eyes, then stabbed Pantera through the mages' heart. The mages eyes' widened and then the last breath exhaled from his lips, Grimmjow stood up, pocketed the map and headed out towards the sunrise.

He waited against the pole, chained near the fire, all through the dark night, watching for his zanpaktou to appear again, he had last saw it being carried away into the camp. The orcs had bound him, gagged him and chained him to the pole and there he had sat through the night, only able to avoid looking at the fire and stare across the valley as far as he could, scanning for his sword. Finally, he caught sight of it being stowed away in a nearby tent as the suns' first light poked over the hills behind him. Grimmjow decided it was time to leave, he felt normal again. He performed a light cero on his chains and then dove backwards into a tent, avoiding the gaze of the nearby orcs. The arrancar was just about to sneak out the back and, under cover of receding darkness, grab his sword when he heard explosions outside the camp, he gazed under the tent flap and saw a man in a purple robe throwing fireballs into the orcs and their wagons. Grimmjow smirked and exited his tent, jogging over to the weapon shack.

He entered and found Pantera almost immediately, then unsheathed her and cackled madly.

"Remember when I told you you'd be dead already?" he leapt into the air and slashed through four of the orcs guts, effectively cutting them in half. "I meant it."

He tore through the camp, avoiding the fire users' combat range in case it was another enemy. Finally, most of the orcs were dead, he was covered in blood and he decided to find the mage. He found him with his back cut open, blood spilling on the ground.

"Lystine… is that you?" the mage gasped.

Grimmjow considered his answer, this man was soon to be dead and as he had helped the arrancar escape, he deserved to die in peace.

"Yes, I'm here." Grimmjow said.

"Why are you… dressed like that… and what is… what is on your face?" the mage asked.

"Never mind that… I'll be back." Grimmjow said and sat on a nearby rock.

Ichigo awoke suddenly, as if he had just been having a horrible nightmare. He spun around at the forest and then frowned.

"Nope, guess it wasn't a nightmare." He muttered and stood.

He felt much better, his power was back, nearly all the way. He put on the ring the death knight had given him before and waited. It was almost half an hour before Fargath fell through the tree canopy, startling Ichigo.

"My apologies… my wyrm can go no lower in these woods." He said regretfully and brushed the leaves off of his armor.

"Thanks… for not letting them catch me." Ichigo said.

"If I had, we would both be in trouble. You see, I need you alive so that I can test your powers." Fargath said, unsheathing the blade he had used in his battle with Rhonin.

"Wait a sec… you can't seriously want to fight?" Ichigo asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes.

"Ah, but why else would I have saved a strange creature such as yourself from Stormwind?" Fargath smiled, swirling his sword.

Ichigo drew Zangetsu and smirked, "Well, if you're serious."

Ichigo made a fatal flaw, he underestimated his opponent, who, as he would soon find out, was a Death Knight, and therefore not one to be trifled with.

Fargath leapt forward with a downward slash that caught Ichigo off guard. The Death Knight kicked the Soul Reapers' legs from underneath him and put the sword squarely on Ichigo's chest.

"Never, no matter how strong you are, underestimate an enemy." Fargath said and withdrew his sword.

"I'll keep that in mind… Getsuga Tenshou!" Ichigo roared and a stream of blue light raced along the ground towards Fargath.

The Death Knight quickly evaded the blast, then countered with an upward slash, which Ichigo blocked. Fargath turned, twisting his enemies' sword around him and then punched him in the chin with his Saronite gauntlet. Ichigo flew into the tree and Fargath descended upon him, sword at the neck.

"What bad luck, I must have gotten the weakest." Fargath sighed.

"Bankai." Ichigo stated and struck the air with his arm.

He was surrounded by black and red energy tendrils which disappeared as fast as they had come, revealing the soul reaper holding a much smaller and pure black sword.

"Impressive, but useless." Fargath said, spinning with a slash aimed at Ichigo's neck.

But Ichigo wasn't there anymore, he was behind the Death knight preparing to stab him through the chest. Fargath snarled and threw himself forward onto the ground, barely avoiding the tip of Zangetsu.

"This is Tensa Zangetsu, and you should give up now." Ichigo informed him.

"Death Coil!" Fargath roared and threw and flaming green skull at the soul reaper.

Ichigo slashed his sword through the skull and it disappeared then Fargath's face, if possible, went even more pale. The soul reaper shouldered his weapon and walked over to the Death Knight and kneeled.

"Are you done with this now?" Ichigo asked.

"Perhaps he is, but we are not." A voice said from above.

Ichigo looked up, but all he could see were the trees and leaves.

"That is my master… and he is behind you." Fargath smirked.

"We wouldn't be so pleased, Fargath, you very nearly failed us." The voice said, much stronger behind Ichigo now.

The soul reaper spun and came face to face with the Lich King, who pointed his hand at Ichigo.

"Ice Chasm, Non Fatal." The Lich King said.

Before Ichigo could perform a flash step, ice tore into the ground in front of him and up came large ice spikes which extended to Ichigo's neck all around but for a crack to his left.

"Move, stranger, and we will skewer you." The Lich King said and began to walk around the icy prison.

"What are your plans for him?" Fargath asked.

"Stranger, listen well: you will come to our citadel in Northrend, the doors will open to you. We have much to discuss with you and your compatriots. Fargath, one of our number died during this test you must collect their corpse and return it to the citadel, your brothers will meet you there." the Lich King said.

"Yes master, were the tests successful?" Fargath asked.

"Yes, these beings will be very useful to our cause." The Lich King said and disappeared.

"An illusion… how like him." Fargath muttered and walked around to the crack.

"Listen well, Stranger, the reason you still live is because I've spent the past two hours attacking Stormwind to withdraw their security from the search for you. When you reach the citadel, I will fight you at full strength and I will win." Fargath promised then leapt up, presumably onto his frost wyrm.

As soon as the sound of wings faded, the ice around Ichigo shattered and he was released. He reverted Zangetsu back to normal and looked around.

"Well… this place is fun." He muttered and began to walk.

Kenpachi was led into a magical cell, which actually was a house with purple vortexes that he could not pass through for doors and windows. He was provided a bed, table books, and a section of the lake in Darnassus in which to bathe if he so wished. They elves promised him healing for the wound in his hand, so he waited on the cot, twirling his zanpaktou and thinking.

"I don't know where this place is… of course, all the captains are aware of other worlds that are in a fabric beyond our own, but this place is very alien to me… this world is not recorded in the Soul Society's archives… I could have just hacked them all apart, but somehow I doubt old man Yamamoto would be very pleased with that." were his thoughts as he waited.

The purple vortex swirled aside and two women elves walked through, clad in armor and holding weapons that had blades arranged in the shape of an 'X'.

"We are here to escort you back to the Temple of Elune, Tyrande herself will heal your wound." One said, beckoning him over to her.

Kenpachi stood and shouldered his weapon, then followed the two out of the tree house and into the city paths. Night Elves and even some strange, tentacle-faced, blue skinned things stared at him as he was escorted through the grand city. The escort and Kenpachi marched up the large temples' ramp and into the sacred structure where Tyrande waited.

"I have spoken with the Archdruid, Fandral Staghelm, and he has voted that you are put to death." Tyrande said.

Kenpachi didn't change, he did not grimace or smile, he just continued to stare into Tyrande's eyes with such a fire she turned away.

"However, since you are my prisoner and not his, and since you defeated one of the Death Knight council and possibly even wounded him, I have decided that you will remain in confinement until I can figure out how you came to be in our world." Tyrande said, finality in her voice.

"Priestess Tyrande, you may not have to wait very long, Jaina Proudmoore is waiting for you, she says she has something to discuss with you." One of the sentinels said after rushing in.

"You, come with me." Tyrande said to Kenpachi.

She escorted the captain of squad 11 into the west wing of the temple where a human was waiting, she gasped as she saw Kenpachi enter.

"I take it this is not the first off-worlder to meet your eyes, Jaina Proudmoore?" Tyrande said, narrowing her eyes.

"No… we are keeping one of their number within Dalaran, although he has not regained consciousness yet." Jaina said.

"Which one?" Kenpachi asked.

Jaina looked him full in the face for the first time and said, "I don't remember his name, but he was a captain he said."

"Must be Kuchiki… you said he hasn't woken up yet?" Kenpachi confirmed.

"No… he was severely depleted…" Jaina began but Kenpachi interrupted her.

"That bum, I highly doubt any of the rest of us is still asleep." Kenpachi said, rolling his eyes.

"He was attacked by two of the Death Knight Council, they succeeded in destroying the top of the mages tower and stealing the… well, it was a very dangerous battle." Jaina said.

Kenpachi held up his butchered hand and Jaina gasped.

"I was attacked too… possibly all of us who landed were." Kenpachi said.

"How did these creatures come to be in our world?" Tyrande asked, obviously ignored at their exclusion of her from the conversation.

"That is something Rhonin must explain, if you will come with me I can teleport you to Dalaran." Jaina said to Kenpachi.

"I guess so, it's better than remaining here, a prisoner." Kenpachi said and, ignoring Tyrande's shocked expression, strode to Jaina and grabbed her, and the two disappeared.

"I hate humans." Tyrande hissed and left the room.

The Undead Death Knight unleashed a green and fiery skull which flew at the two at an extreme rate of speed. They dove away again as the death Knight rushed at Nazeryth, swinging one sword. The draenei parried with his mace and collapsed under the pressure, but then Zorangande slashed his arm open with the other sword.

"Move, Nazeryth!" Renji yelled as he swung the unreleased Zabimaru down behind the Death Knight.

Zorangande parried Renji over his shoulder and knocked him backwards, but the momentary distraction enabled Nazeryth to unleash lightning upon the Death knight and knocked him backwards.

"Quickly, unleash your weapon!" Nazeryth cried and summoned a fiery nova totem from the ground.

"Roar, Zabimaru!" Renji cried and Zabimaru erupted into a large segmented sword.

Zorangande leapt through the air behind Nazeryth and struck, but was blocked by the shaman's mace once again. Renji flash stepped behind the Death Knight and struck with his sword, but was blocked by Zorangande's other sword. The soul reaper drew the blade back as the Undead rushed back with it, but stumbled and fell owing to the fact that Nazeryth had quickly summoned a earth bind totem.

Renji took this advantage and struck again, but was blocked once more by the Death Knight who stood swiftly and dispersed the totem with his free sword.

"We must move, he is too powerful for us!" Nazeryth yelled, firing more lighting at the undead, who blocked it as well.

"No, this guy is nothing, Bankai!" Renji cried.

Zabimaru erupted into his Baboon-king state and Renji leapt onto the cliffs edge above the battle, then struck. Zabimaru's head raced down and Zorangande stabbed it with his blades and leapt over it, then began to run up the segmented spine. Nazeryth struck him with lightning and he was knocked from the zanpaktou's back. Renji backed Zabimaru up for a second strike as Zorangande stood.

"You have a choice, Death Knight, you can retreat or we can kill you." Nazeryth said, swinging his mace.

Zorangande looked at him, and hen up to Renji who was holding his sword still for the moment.

"Right you are, except you, my shaman friend, are no longer needed." Zorangande said and let a skull fly towards Nazeryth.

The shaman easily blocked the skull, he even blocked the following sword thrust forward by the Death Knight, but he did not block the swing of the second sword, which landed at the crook of his neck and shoulder and cut halfway into the muscle and bone, then was torn out.

Renji's eyes widened as Nazeryth fell to the ground, leaking blood, it had all happened within the space of five seconds.

"Now that the irritation is out of the way, shall we continue our battle?" Zorangande smiled maliciously at the Soul reaper.

"You will pay for that, monster." Renji growled and condensed all of his spiritual pressure into his hands.

"What's this now?" Zorangande mocked.

Renji was enveloped by a red light as Zabimaru pointed it's head right at the Death Knight.

"HIKOTSU TAIHO!" Renji roared and all of his spiritual power was compacted into a red beam that exited Zabimaru's mouth and engulfed the entire area below the cliff.

The Death Knight held up his swords for protection, but under the ferocity of the attack he may as well have been wielding paper swords, because they melted along with his armor and skin.

"AAAAGGGHH!" Zorangande cried and melted into the earth.

Zabimaru reverted back to its unreleased state and Renji leapt down the hill to his comrade.

A/N: I decided (obviously) that a 'super-chapter' would be too big and unwieldy at this time, although I did manage to fit everyone sans one in this chapter. Even though Renji's part was small I had the most fun writing it out of all of these. Tried a new style with Grimmjow's line, did flashbacks… I didn't like it, but I want to hear your reviews on the matter. I apologize for the slip in squads last chapter, I have no idea why I put 10, but I did correct it this chapter.

I gave up on my computer and let it die a peaceful death so now I use my friends' laptop, so chapters will come up even slower (Yay, right?) So expect the next one by… New Years? On a lighter note, this update has been published EXACTLY two months after the last update (Wheeee…) er, actually, minus a day…

I'm sure you all saw the Cataclysm announcement. I laughed a little afterwards, I didn't even think Deathwing could be a focal point of an expansion, so I actually added him into Grimmjow's story line as a joke and then WHAM! Guess what, Cosmic? We're doing an entire expansion around Deathwing! (My story was actually leaning more towards the next expansion being the Emerald Dream…)

But fret not, I'm not going to change the draft to accommodate Blizzard, my story will stay the same.

Reviews are helpful and appreciated greatly, and attention to all Anonymous reviewers (Mainly 'exi') if you don't have the guts to bash with your actual account name, then please DON'T bash… or at least learn to write pruhperly (Yes I misspelled that on purpose).

And a personal shout out to Ffwatchdog, who obviously didn't read the Author's Note at the end of Chapter Two. Seriously guys, read the Author's Notes, I put them there for a reason, not just to see myself type.

Next Chapter will be up before Transformers 3 comes out in theaters, I promise, muahahahaa!