The Urahara Shop Computer

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo is the author of the popular manga/anime series and has complete ownership of all official Bleach characters. I should also make note that in this crossover-styled chapter, I do not own anything relating to the awesomeness that is Call of Duty. The only thing I own from this collection story is any/all Original Characters, plots, drabbles, etcetera. I only own my characters Sekai and Rin Ishtal.

Author's Note: I have three Harry Potter collection fics, one Vocaloid collection fic, and three Naruto collection fics. Getting more into Bleach through either HP or Naruto, I thought I should make a Bleach collection fic to add incase I get any Bleach-y ideas or randomness popping into my head. I hope to have new folks flocking to this, and in term, my other stories that need desperate life shocked back into their plotlines again. If you got any requests for something like short ideas, just tell me in a PM or in your review.

This is more Call of Duty than Bleach, but I couldn't help but imagine Viktor Reznov as a Russian Soul Reaper (only armed with a gun instead of a sword). This flash storm created this. Has spoilers for Black Ops II for those who never played it yet.

Viktor Reznov

It was said that everything that Alex Mason did with one Viktor Reznov was said to be hallucinations. That Reznov had died at Vorkuta, and that everything Mason did teaming up with Reznov on certain "missions" was in-fact all him. Truthfully however, you'd be wrong. It's just that Soul Society outside Japan had varying rules and regulations. But Reznov never cared much for them when it came to helping his brother-in-arms, Alex Mason. As a Russian Death God, he didn't carry soul cutters like the Japanese. No, he carried his favorite gun from when he was still among the living, during World War II. Ironically, the weapon WAS his soul cutter. But Reznov had to save Mason once more. He had watched the battle between the Russians and the small group before said group betrayed Mason and his comrades, and left them to die in the desert. But let me switch over here to Reznov; here's his account of what happened on that day...

I arrived to see the black monsters that were hungry for the recently killed Russians that led an assault in this area of Afghanistan. The Japanese called them Hollows. We on the other hand call them Dusha Pozhirateli, or in the English language, Soul Eaters. A fitting name for these monsters of black with bone-white masks that crave for the energy that is the human life... We certainly had a strong grouping of Dusha Pozhirateli, and some of the souls we were too late in eliminating. Just like during my time alive in the army fighting against Nazi Germany in the war, I led my men and women, my comrades, against the fight on the Dusha Pozhirateli. The desert hosted a small bloody fight between the living souls, and now here we are waging an endless war as the dead...

I was still a great marksmen alive, and after the years since my death, I and my reunited brother-in-arms, Dimitri Petrenko, had killed the last of the Dusha Pozhirateli and sent the more evil-laden souls to hell after performing the burial rituals of them. That is when Dimitri taps me on the shoulder and points to a truck driving out into the barren desert away from these canyons and mountains. I was surprised to see my best friend, Alex Mason; bloodied alongside the men he called Woods and Hudson, and the Chinese man.

"You're going to help the American again, Reznov?" I heard Dimitri question what I had planned on doing.

"Of course, however I planned to ask you in helping me track down Mason."

"You know Big Boss will not like this."

I laugh at that. Of course Big Boss didn't like that I always tend to break those boundaries of life and death's veil. But, I was always myself. Being a war veteran can bring changes, especially when you have not only embraced death but discover it's nothing but another adventure.

"Come Dimitri. We can use the Lozhnyye Tela and trail after."

"We'll need clothes to disguise ourselves as desert nomads."

Good ol' Dimitri. Always thinking ahead...

We don't really pay attention to the Living World unless souls die on their time or through unfortunate times. If I had however been just like that man I heard in Japan getting into trouble with his own government, I would have stayed to help. But at that time in 1986, I didn't know about the future war that would break out in 2025 started by Raul Menendez and Cordis Die.

I did however ride into the sandstorm after trailing the men who betrayed Mason and his friends, and waited until we were certain the living didn't see us that we arrive. Again, while I remained the same age after I met my end at Vorkuta and Mason escaped on that train, Mason himself looked older. But I will tell you: I did not go down with a whimper, but with a bloody bang.

"Reznov..."

It felt good to hear him again after the few years since destroying the Numbers Tower, and witnessing him kill Dragovich. But I said nothing and gave him water from the full flask Dimitri and I found on the two bodies of the desert men him and me grave-robbed. You really do have to enjoy The Flasher. No, it's not THAT! It's like a thick Sharpe marker but with a hidden compartment that revealed a LED bulb that can erase and re-write memories of the living souls. Different than the memory device the Japanese use but still gets the job done.

As I tended to Mason and Dimitri helped Woods and Hudson, three more desert nomads we encountered that weren't with the betrayers of Mason and company arrive with help. And just like that, I told Mason not to worry and rest. He listened. Once Dimitri and I were sure he was safe we left after altering some memories and kept an eye on Mason and the group before ultimately departing back to Russia's Afterlife City. Personally, I think it needs a new name.

I did find it funny when I checked on Mason's kid when he was an adult and in the American military, and heard a now elderly Woods call me Tricky Vic retelling that day in Afghanistan. Of course, that was then. Today... I'm stuck with that Japanese Soul Reaper named Kisuke Urahara. Strange eccentric man, rather quirky in my opinion. They recently repelled another warring battle with the remnants of the Quincy group Vandenreich under a new regime of power, but now the new Vandenreich group had invaded the Motherland's heaven and now we were working side-by-side with the Japanese Soul Society.

"Hey Reznov, we need your eyes for a mission."

Well, I have a job to do.

I only wish that Mason could become a comrade here. I think he'd certainly love to kill Dragovich a second time; the snake bastard surviving hell's grasp and working for the enemy. But I'll have to wait for when Alex kicks the bucket through old age. I think he'd be certainly surprised about what the afterlife has in store...