Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Freezing. Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo, TV Tokyo, Dentsu, Viz Media, and Studio Pierrot. Freezing is owned by Dall-Young Lim, Kill Time Communication, and A.C.G.T.

Author Note: I told myself I wasn't going to write a Bleach crossover, until I finished my Bleach Fanfics. But I had this really good story idea in my head, and I just could wait to start writing.

This is a sequel to my current Bleach stories, but I won't let any spoilers out.

Takes place after The Lost Substitute Arc and after Dark Ally. Picks up after Freezing season 1.

Edited Version

"No."

"You didn't even hear what I had to say. Ichigo my boy, you can't be so quick to judge."

"The last time I played guinea pig for one of your half thought out inventions, I was sent to a parallel universe. Sorry Urahara, but I don't want to repeat that." Ichigo Kurosaki's scowl deepened as he crossed his arms. He knew Kisuke was a smart guys, some would say a genius, but Ichigo also knew he could be malipative. If he had leverage over you, he would use it.

"Believe me Ichigo, how many times have I told you I'm sorry?" Kisuke hid a mischievous smile behind his fan. "I've done multiple checks, and this new prototype machine will not fail. If only someone would test it out for me."

"No."

"Someone who's brave, strong, and fearless."

"I said no."

"Perhaps a teenage substitute Soul Reaper with orange hair?"

A large tick mark formed on Ichigo's forehead. "Damn it Kisuke, no." He smashed his fist on the small table, spilling his tea. "I will not be your guinea pig for this new invention, and nothing you can say or do will change that."

Mr. Hat and Clogs let out a sigh and shook his head. "I didn't want to resort to this Ichigo, but I think this will change your mind." The candy shop owner reached into his sleeve and pulled a bundle of photos.

Ichigo's eye widened when he saw who was in the photos. Everyone one of them show Ichigo in an embarrassing situations. One showed him looking up a girl's skirt. In another, it showed him passed out in the middle of the street, surrounded by empty beer bottles. The one that really got under his skin was the one that showed him doing Gangnam Style.

"What the hell..."

Kisuke grin widened. "Your probably wondering why you don't remember these. Whenever you went to go kill a Hollow, I had Kon control your body and do all these stunts. I knew this blackmail material would come in handy one day."

Urahara almost went into a fit of laughter as Ichgio gritted his teeth, and more tick marks popped out of his head. "Yoruichi is in the Soul Society right now and will give these photos to the Seireitei Daily if I tell her to." The former captain raised an eyebrow. "Had a change of heart, Ichigo?"

"..."

"..."

"Die in a fire."

"So... that's a yes then?"

"Why's this thing so damn uncomfortable?"

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Metal braces, on his wrists and ankles, restricted his movement and a strange headset looking device rested on his head. In short, this felt just like the last time Kisuke had used him for a test subject.

"Don't worry Ichigo," Urahara reassured him, as he typed on his computer. Wires from the machine ran from the monitor to Ichigo's headset. "This time I have perfected the teleporter and I'm 98% sure this will work."

"You had high hopes the last time you tried this damn thing," the Substitute Soul Reaper muttered under his breath.

"Alright," Kisuke said, as he pushed away from the computer. "The system is at 97%. Once it reaches one hundred, you will teleported across the room."

"And the chances of me being sent to an alternate dimension?"

"Only two percent." He glanced at the monitor. "Ninety-nine percent."

Ichigo closed his eyes and waited for the worst. Kisuke said he only had a two percent chance of a repeat, but that was still a chance.

Kisuke smiled as the teenager disappeared in a white light, leaving behind an empty chair. "Step one successful, subject has disappeared." He glanced a the other side of the room. "He should appear in a few seconds."

"System alert! Alert! System going into critical break down!"

The former captain turned to the red lights blinking from his computer. "NO no no, not again." He quickly began pressing keys, but stopped when he saw it was pointless. The system had overloaded and was seconds from crashing.

"Well," Kisuke facepalmed. "Ichigo's going to be very pissed off, where ever he is."

A/N: Just a short introductory chapter for the story. Please leave a review and if you think this will be a good story, follow/favorite it.

One more thing, do you guys want this to be a harem or do you want Ichigo to have maybe two or three love interests? Later.