Spirit 1.1

"-tions!" In an instant I am no longer standing in the grey mist but on a riverbank with a nice looking town in the distance with clear blue skies overhead.

I get all of maybe five seconds to take in my new surroundings before a white hot poker slams into my brain, and I am overwhelmed.

Information flashes through my mind, seemingly trying to burn its place into my new brain. Numbers, equations, movements, theories, images all in a jumbled mess go through my head with no coherency or order. In the distance, I hear someone screaming, and wish that they would stop. They aren't helping me deal with a liquefying brain that may or may not be dripping out my ears by now.

An eternity later, the flow of information stops and the inferno raging in my skull drops to a mere skull splitting headache. Tentatively I open one eye, wincing at the now soft light of the moon hanging in the sky.

Picking myself up off the ground, I took the chance to take in my surroundings in detail. Not that there was much to take in from where I currently stood. A grassy river bank, with a steep sloped hill close by and streetlights suggesting a road at the top. So with no one around and nothing to give me a clue as to where I was, I tried remembering what R.O.B. said would happen to me when I was released.

Wait. He said I would drift to where my soul resonated the most, and from the notes page I had looked at, 3 of those souls I knew came from Japan. So I might have planet, country and location figured out if I'm lucky. And from what I remember the MGLN universe was actually pretty okay between disasters.

Though if I got the FATE universe, or nasuverse. I was screw. Just the Reality Marble that made up the UBW would be enough for mages to hunt me down for either a chance to study me or give me a sealing designation, and that didn't even bring into account of what they might do if it came to light that I was a mix of several different souls.

As panic started to seep into my already overburdened mind, my vision started to have black creep in around the edges. I'm actually a little impressed that I was still conscious, between all the shocks today and rediscovering emotions, you would think that would be enough for a fainting spell.

"HEEY!" Glancing up to the top of the hill, I saw a man in a suit calling down to me. "You done freaking out yet? Cause listening to you scream for hours was not how I wanted to spend my day!"

Oh, that screaming earlier was me. Oops I guess? Not like I was really in control of myself. Still, maybe should reassure the guy that I'm not completely crazy before he calls the authorities, if he hasn't already. Though he said hours, would it take hours for someone to respond to someone screaming nonstop?

"I-" Immediately I was launched into a coughing fit as my poor abused vocal chords made their opinion of my use of them very clear. Flecks of moisture hitting my palm as I covered my mouth to stop my lungs from vacating my body in protest.

"You okay down there?" The man called out from above. I gave him a shaky thumbs-up so it was obvious to him that I was the very picture of health and wellbeing.

"I'm going to come down now, so please don't die or attack me!" Seems that this guy thought that the person screaming for apparently hours and then coughing up a lung might be a bit unhinged. How rude.

While I hunched over trying to get myself back under control, I saw the man's shoes enter the edge of my vision and feeling self conscious I stood up straight and got my first look at him.

A shorter Asian man in a business suit stood in front of me. Worry etched into his features. Probably worry for me, one way or the other. I swallowed, my ruined throat doing its best impression of razor wire.

"Where-" I rasped, and immediately broke down coughing again. Feeling more moisture hit my palm I glanced at it and realised it was blood. I would not be making any speeches for a bit so best to keep things short.

"Where… am… I?"

"Oh my. You don't know where you are? Do you have amnesia? Was that why you were screaming, cause you don't remember anything about yourself and were overcome by the mystery of it all?! Oh this is bad, I don't know what to do for amnesia, this is so outside of my abilities, what should I do?"

The more the man talked the more agitated he seemed to get. He kept rambling on in an increasingly animated way, describing ways that we might be able to cure my amnesia that ranged from somewhat sensible to absolutely insane. As a plus, his agitation over my imaginary amnesia allowed me to calm down. The black fading from my vision and my thoughts clearing from the amusing sight before me. But still I'm not getting answers so I should end this.

Clapping my hands loudly in front of him I was able to stop the onslaught of words. "No… amnesia… Where...am I?" The noise startled him, and he slowly broke out into a sheepish smile.

"Right, um, sorry. I can get a little excitable." No kidding. I think if he got any more wound up we could use him as a generator. "Hmhmm, well since you don't have amnesia then you clearly know you are in Japan." I didn't but its nice that my guess was correct. "And you are currently on the outskirts of the lovely Karakura Town. Only a few miles from it actually, down this way-"

I ignored the rest of what he was saying as my mind blanked out.

Karakura Town.

The hometown of Ichigo Kurosaki.

I wasn't in the FATE or the MGLN universes.

I was in Bleach.

Seeming to notice that I was no longer listening to him, suit man turned to look at me. He tried to say something but I couldn't hear the words even though I saw his mouth moving. As he shifted, his jacket opened up and I saw a metal plate with a broken chain attached to his chest.

I was in Bleach, and I was talking to a dead man. This was so much goddamn worse than FATE I blearily thought as black seemed to swallow up my vision.

...Yeah this seems like a good time to go to sleep.

And finally I fell over and passed out.