Hey everyone! This is a small side project I decided to start when I'm bored. Basically, this thing will receive very slow updates as I will only type the chapters of this story when I feel like it.

Good lord, now I have three fanfics on my plate.

Life is hard.

Anyhow, this is obviously another one of the rare crossovers between ZNT and Bleach! And the familiar is the one you would least expect! The bad guy with the best hair of all!

I mean it about the hair. One moment he has messy hair like harry potter, then he just sweeps it back with his hand, without a comb at all, and suddenly he has a badass mullet.

It takes a lot of practice to be able to do pull that off.

Now then, for the disclaimer we have… uhmm…. Brimir's balls, do we have anybody free!?

?: It appears the duty must fall to me.

Me: Hu-HOLY SHIT! Old man Yamamoto!?

Yamamoto: I, Shigekuni Genryusai Yamamoto, shall be the one to announce the disclaimer.

Me: Umm, not that I mind but why are you doing the disclaimer?

Yamamoto: Because ever since my unfortunate death via bisection from that damned Juha Bach, I have been wandering along the cycle of reincarnation, looking for a new purpose. So for now, this will suffice.

Me: May I offer my condolences to your death and I hope you know that you were a badass old man to the end.

Yamamoto: Your condolences and compliment is accepted. Now then, Sakurada Kiritsugu does not bear ownership of Zero No Tsukaima or Bleach. Anything he owns in relation to the two are only in the form of merchandise.

Me: Wow, you're good.

Yamamoto: Thank you.

Chapter 1: GOD is DEAD

Silence.

Not a sound was heard.

There was no repetitive dripping water, there was no ticking clock, there was no eerie light shining through the window.

In this cell that was specifically made for him, he sat there, bound to a chair with layers upon layers of sealing Kido, hundreds of layers stitched together with hundreds more layers.

The straightjacket didn't help much either.

The man who sat there was by no means an ordinary man. He was the closest thing you call to a God. He was powerful, unbelievably cunning and was incredibly resourceful.

Most women thought he was pretty damn handsome to boot too.

His name was Aizen Sousuke. He was once a Shinigami, captain of squad 5. He was trusted by all and loved by many, especially by his vice-captain, Hinamori Momo.

That all changed when he betrayed them.

Through at least a hundred years of planning, he betrayed Soul Society and sought to replace the Soul King himself by killing him. To do that he needed the Hougyoku, an object that could blur the border between Shinigami and the demon's they slay, the Hollow.

Everything was perfect. He was at the peak of his strength, other beings could barely remain in existence just by standing near him. Just by sacrificing all the souls in the town he had chosen, he could have created the Ouken, the key that would bring him to the Soul King.

And then Kurosaki Ichigo had to butt in.

The boy had a knack for evolving into greater forms of strength, voluntarily or not. His Shikai, his hollow form, his Bankai, his second hollow form, and now this. He had evolved to a plane of existence on the same level as Aizen, and then after that, even higher.

Even after defeating Aizen and losing his powers, he only gained them back a year or two later. All was well, the villain defeated, the hero living in relative peace with his friends and order was restored to the world.

And then the Vandereich attacked.

The remnants of the Quincy were a force to reckon with. Not only were they capable of going toe to toe with most of the captains, they had even devised a way to steal a Shinigami's Bankai. STEAL IT! Of course, the one Bankai they seemed to be unable to steal was Kurosaki's.

'Of course they couldn't steal his.' Aizen scoffed mentally with some mirth. 'The boy has always been able to ruin the one advantage the enemy has over the Shinigami. Battle against me, he never saw my Shikai and thus was immune to illusion. They try to steal his Bankai, ooh surprise surprise! It didn't work!'

Aizen had these thought now and then to humor himself. It was all he could do to prevent himself from going insane.

Despite the valiant effort all the Shinigami made, Kurosaki included, they eventually fell. One by one, they all were slain or imprisoned by Juha Bach and his army. The ones who were imprisoned were the ones who were stronger and slightly more unique than the rest of the captains, i.e. Hirako Shinji, Komamura Sajin (Though he was now in the form of a common wolf due to certain complications), Kyoraku Shunsui and a few notable Arrancars that once served under Aizen's command but then attempted to help the Shinigami fight their mutual enemy. These Arrancar were Grimjow Jaegerjaques, Tia Harribel, Gantenbeinne Mosqueda, and Neliel Tu Odersvanck (How the hell do you spell her name!?).

Of course, Aizen was also a prisoner, having being taken from his cell in the maggots nest and placed in the maximum security cell the Vandereich had designed specifically for the most powerful of Shinigami.

They were actually planning on placing Kurosaki Ichigo in there but the boy had been killed in battle by none other than Juha Bach himself.

The one thing that the prisoners of war could actually take some comfort in was the fact that Ichigo had managed to deal a very grievous and scarring wound that won't disappear anytime soon from Bach's body.

Because it was done by a full powered cero.

So now, the surviving Shinigami and Arrancar are put on display in their cells, destined to stay in captivity for the remainder of their days.

Except for one traitorous captain.

Aizen's eyes opened up slowly to the sound of feet coming down the stairs. His chair was facing away from the door, so he could not see nor be bothered to turn his head around to look at the visitor as the door was opened.

"Come to taunt me again Juha Bach? I find it hard to believe that you haven't grown bored of that yet."

"Indeed, the man needs to find a better hobby."

Aizen's eyes widened at the unfamiliar voice. A figure slowly made its way into his peripheral vision until it stood directly in front of him.

It was a boy, hardly older than 12 years. He had long and slightly messy platinum blonde hair, perfectly fair skin and wore clothes similar to silken pajamas. He had a small amount of freckles on his face too. His eyes were the most stunningly peculiar. White iris with no pupils and a purple sclera.

'If it were not for his hair, eyes and teeth, I would have mistaken him for Wondereiss.' The former captain thought as his face returned to its usual arrogant and suave looking smirk. "And who are you?"

"Funny thing to ask considering that you were trying to replace me years ago."

Aizen's eyes widened considerably and his mouth almost gaped. "Y-you are.."

"I am Tamashikiri Reiou. Though most of you people know me as the Soul King." The boy replied with a soft laugh.

"But you are a child!"

"Oh Sousuke, Sousuke, you of all people should know that not everything is as it seems. I am by far the oldest of all living things. You can add the combined age of every living thing in the human world, Soul Society, Hueco Mundo and Hell and you still would barely reach a third of my age. My strength is unmatched by any other thing in existence. I don't know what you were planning to do with the Hougyoku, but if squad Zero didn't kill you then I would have."

Aizen stared at the platinum blonde boy in shock and disbelief before slowly closing his eyes and doing something he hadn't done since he was a child.

He began to laugh. Not a maniacal laugh but a humorous laugh.

"I-I never had a chance did I? Even if Kurosaki Ichigo didn't defeat me, I would have been defeated anyway!" He said before laughing again.

"Ah yes, poor Ichigo-kun. He tried so hard and yet Juha Bach managed to kill him anyway. Such a pity, I enjoyed seeing his efforts and his battles. One of my best sources of entertainment in this shard of existence."

The last sentence stopped Aizen from laughing and he quickly adopted a confused expression, which is a once in a blue moon expression for him to make. "What do you mean by 'this shard of existence'?"

Reiou smiled and sat down on Aizen's lap (Much to the traitor's chagrin), in a manner a child would sit on the lap of their parent or relative who was telling them a story. However the roles were reversed in this place.

"Let me start by telling you a story. There was once a God who was bored. He had existed from the very beginning and had the power to create anything. So he started with creating light, then dark, then life and death. He created a perfect world, with animals and people and all sorts of happy things!" The white and purple eyed boy said happily in a childish manner.

"But then, he got bored of that too so he smashed them all to pieces!"

"He smashed them all to what!?" Aizen exclaimed.

"Shush, I'm getting to the good part! Anyhow, he was incredibly bored of how everything was perfect in the world. Civilization was thriving, the plants were bountiful, animals were not endangered, all was right. That was boring so in a stroke of brilliance, he smashed the world and scattered its fragments all over his plane of existence. The fragments slowly but surely became worlds of their own, each one being unique in their own way! He became known as the God in some worlds and remained anonymous in others! The worlds were varying in shape, some being almost identical, others being entirely different by a longshot! Some advanced in civilization, others remained stagnant! With all the billions and trillions of worlds to choose from, the God would jump from fragment to fragment to see what was happening to those who were chosen by destiny!"

"Chosen by destiny?"

"Yep! It doesn't matter what happens when you get chosen, whether you will be a hero, a villain, if you will do awesome adventures or sing awesome songs, if you get chosen by destiny then you will catch the God's interest!"

Aizen's mind was spinning. The God the Reiou was referring to was obviously the platinum haired boy himself. All this information was too much to take in, if it weren't for the fact that Aizen was restrained then he would have slapped himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Soon though, some people who were chosen by destiny became stronger than the God expected. They all did different things and at the end, they became Gods themselves in their fragment! Or sometimes they don't become Gods but they gain an insanely large amount of power that would technically make them Gods! A decade after that happens, the God would come to the new Gods and invite them to the main plane of existence! So, every now and then, we have little meetings to see what's going on in the fragments they take care of! Of course, not all of them want to join the meetings but that's okay! God is merciful!"

"And annoyingly loud too." Aizen added as the boy had been speaking in a voice too loud for his comfort. The Soul King responded by kicking Aizen right between the legs, catching the man off guard.

"Oh! I just realized that you've never been kicked in the nuts before! Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"

The brunette's response was a string of curses and a pained growl. As soon as he recovered from the excruciating pain, he turned on his best cold evil look on the person that could practically obliterate the entire world with a quirk of his brow. "And pray tell, why would you be here to tell me this? I obviously am not a candidate for a seat in your little meetings so I can't possibly think of a reason why we should be having this conversation."

"Ah, now we get to the point!" Reiou said with a raised index finger. "You see, on some rare occasions, I take a certain important person from one fragment of existence and place him or her into another one, so they may start all over again and such!"

Aizen's eyebrows went up in surprise. Taking a person from one fragment and putting them into another was an almost horrifying thought. The way the person could affect another fragment with their different abilities and knowledge that probably could never be found in any other part of the fragment they were place in…. it was almost inconceivable.

'But why would he bring this up unless…' Aizen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me…"

"Oho, I see you are beginning to get my point! Aizen Sousuke! I have chosen you to be the next fragment crosser!" The boy declared as he pointed at Aizen in an overly dramatic manner.

"W-why me? Of all the almost infinite number of people in the same amount of other fragments, why would you choose me?"

"Eh, passing thought, flipped a coin, and got you."

An anime sweat drop appeared on the brunette's head at the response. 'Is this kid really God?'

"Think long and hard about this Sousuke-kun, this is the one chance you will get the chance for freedom and be able to redeem yourself. I know you and every other living thing like the back of my hand, I know that despite how you act, you do regret Ichigo-kun's death. You do regret your mistakes."

"I…. I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Sousuke, look me in the eye and tell me that you haven't grown a heart."

Aizen stared at the eyes and began to feel a flood of memories. Memories of all the good times her spent with the people he tricked in Soul Society. Those were times where he almost wished he didn't have to trick them.

Conversing with Ukitake.

Trying to get Hitsugaya to open up his cold exterior.

Watching his former captain Hirako to argue with vice-captain Sarugaki.

Giving Hinamori a fatherly pat on the head for a job well done.

Aizen felt something wet roll down his cheek and drop onto his lap.

A single tear was running from his eye.

"You… what have you done to me..?" Aizen almost growled out as the wave of emotions receded.

"I simply brought who you were back up. Your old emotions that you buried under a mask of evil and trickery. You are now whole, Aizen Sousuke." Reiou said with a soft smile.

Aizen shook his head to get rid of the tears. As much as he tried to deny it, he felt a little bit of gratitude for what the childish God had done.

"Well then, Sousuke-kun? Do you want that chance to redeem yourself?"

Aizen remained silent for a good 10 seconds before giving the God a determined smile. "Do you even need to ask?"

Reiou grinned and snapped his fingers. In an instant, Aizen was free from his bindings and was back in his old Shinigami uniform, captain's robe and all. Though the Kanji for number five on the robe was replaced with a kanji that translated to mirror. Reiou clapped his hands and a suitcase popped into existence next to Aizen's feet, startling the man who was still getting used to being able to move after being locked in the straightjacket for more than two years.

"That bag is filled with a spare Shinigami and captain robe, five pairs of socks and sandals, seven pairs of underwear, 4 pairs of ordinary kimonos and hakamas for casual use or for sleeping and your old uniform from when you were about to destroy Karakura. No sense in letting good fashion go to waste! There is also a few of your favorite books, all the sequels to the books that have them, a pair of tooth brushes and a constantly refilling tooth paste tube, 3 pairs of your old glasses, a pair of empty journals and finally, little present for you!"

Aizen raised an eyebrow. "That all seems a bit… extravagant." He turned his eyes to his hands as he stretched them and he began to pat his clothes to make sure there weren't any oddities. In the process, he brushed his arm against his chest, his eyes widening when he felt a familiar tiny round shape in the center of his chest, just below his sternum.

"Is this-"

"Well I'm not leaving that thing in this world for Bach to take it! Besides, I know you will not abuse its power anymore." Reiou said with a menacing smile. Aizen swallowed his saliva in sudden fear of the child in front of him.

"Now then! Time for you to get going!" The platinum blonde said before raising his arm and aiming it at a wall. A meter in front of him, a bright green oval portal began to appear, energy swirling off from it.

"Wait, what about the other prisoners? You're not going to leave them locked up as well are you?" Aizen asked, his newfound emotions finding concern for his previous captain and the other prisoners of war. The God merely smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, I got another fragment crosser coming in to save them! Best way to start a rebellion!"

"I see…" Aizen said with some disbelief. Another person from another fragment was coming here to free Hirako and the others. Who knows what abilities the person would have?

"May I know at least a bit about the fragment I am entering?" The ex-traitor asked before he stepped through the portal, his large suitcase in hand.

"Ah, sure. It's got magic in it and you get to be a familiar to a master."

"Magic? Wait, what was that about a maste-"

"Yep, now off you go!" The Reiou said before unceremoniously kicking Aizen, who let out a startled yell, straight into the portal, which closed immediately after he went in.

"Now then, I better go to the meeting! Things will get really interesting in Halkeginia now…. Ufufufufu…." Reiou giggled happily before fading away.

#Halkeginia, Tristain's academy of magic#

Louise was fidgeting.

It was understandable, she was after all about to summon a familiar.

It was that time of the year in spring where the second years get to summon their own familiar spirit. A few of the students got ordinary animals like dogs and cats and even a toad and a large mole.

A small amount got rare and magical creatures.

Like a certain red haired bimbo and her salamander.

"Alright, who's next?" Professor Colbert said as he scanned all the students. He immediately noticed the short and pink haired girl and called out her name.

"Ah of course, miss Valliere! Please step forward and proceed to summon your familiar!"

Groans and sniggers echoed throughout the crowd of students.

"The zero? Really?"

"She can't even do a single spell right, how could she possibly hope to summon a familiar?"

"Let's get back, it might be another explosion."

The crowd of students stepped back, further humiliating and irritating the pink haired girl who stomped towards the summoning circle and to chant.

'I'll show them!' Louise thought with determination. "Hear me, oh brave and powerful familiar!"

A few of the students began to murmur in surprise at the different chant than the one they use.

"Hoh, she's definitely going to fail the spell if she changes the chant like that." A red haired, tanned and voluptuous girl named Kirche said. A blue haired and bespectacled girl next to her named Tabitha simply read her book without paying attention.

"My cunning and wise familiar, somewhere out there!"

The summoning circle began to glow brightly and the students gasped as the air became thicker somehow.

"If you can hear my call, this plea for your companionship…. Then come!"

With that last sentence, the summoning circle glowed brighter and brighter before suddenly exploding. The wind blasted Louise backwards, before being caught by Professor Colbert who was also struggling against the wind.

As the wind died down, the summoning array was smoking large and thick clouds of smoke.

Slowly, the students began to laugh at Louise.

"As usual, a huge explosion!"

"The zero should get some tissue because that one BLOWED!"

Louise started shivering in humiliation and began to tear up, Colbert patting her head with pity.

"Which of you is supposed to be my so-called master?"

Silence ensued the moment the deep male voice spoke up. Louise gasped as a figure walked out of the smoke.

It was a man wearing pitch black robes of some sort with a larger white robe on top of it. He held a large bag in his right hand, his left being in the pocket of the white robe. His face was young and handsome, chocolate brown hair and equally brown eyes. His hair was slicked back, a strand of hair hanging in front of his face, yet that one strand did not ruin his looks nor did it seem to get in the man's way.

Within a span of five seconds, all the females in the vicinity who saw him thought the exact same thing.

'HE'S HOT!'

#main plane of existence, meeting room#

Reiou walked into the marble white room casually as one could be. The room was large and had a fair amount of plants in marble pots decorating the corners. There was a large rectangular hole in the ceiling, revealing the starts of the universe beyond it.

In the center of the room was a long oval table, also made of marble. It was big enough to seat sixteen people, though it could increase in size by sensing the amount of people in the room.

There were all sorts of different looking people sitting at the table.

A young girl with long pink hair and a cute white and pink dress.

A black haired young man with casual clothes, the most defining feature being his blue coat and a pair of goggles on his head, a tiny mole perched on top of it.

A large white creature with green and red eyes, a golden array of sorts around its body. Its body vaguely resembled a Llama.

Another young man with blue hair and grey eyes, dressed in a Japanese school uniform, a pair of headphones around his neck.

A man with white hair and tanned skin, wearing a strange black armor with a red overcoat.

"Hi everyone, hope you weren't waiting long!" Reiou exclaimed happily as he sat at the head of the table.

"Rei-kun, you shouldn't be so late to meetings! Tardiness is important, whether you're a God or a normal man!" The pink haired girl chided.

"Aww, you're not serious right Madoka-chan? I'm not always late!"

"You are." The blue haired young man said without missing a beat.

"You too Minato-kun?" The Soul King said with a pout before laughing to himself. He looked around and sighed. "Yukiteru-kun still doesn't want to come to the meetings?"

"He's still sulking in his dimension." The man with goggles said, the mole on his head grunting in agreement. "Guy needs to get over himself. It's been decades since his girlfriend died already."

"Now now Simon-kun, you've technically been in the same position as him you know? Give the poor boy some time and he'll be back to normal. Besides, Murmur is there to help cheer him up!" Kaname Madoka said with a small frown. Simon grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head.

"Ahaha, right, sorry Madoka-san."

"If you all don't mind. " The white Llama-like creature said with a female voice, irritation evident in her tone. "I would prefer it if we got this meeting over with sooner than later."

"Ah, sorry Arcy-chan."

"It's Arceus, not Arcy-chan!"

"Eh, no biggie." The platinum blonde said, irritating the God of Pokémon further. "Now then, I have two topics to bring up. First is the vote we will have about considering Wade-kun as a new member of our little club!"

"Wade? You mean that guy in the red and black tights?" Simon the digger asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Deadpool." The tanned man said with some distaste. "That guy can't die and his brain is screwed on the wrong way."

"Thank you Emiya-kun. He's technically immortal, incredibly powerful and dangerous due to his unpredictable behavior and most importantly, he knew of our existence before we even started this meeting. His so called ability to 'Break the fourth wall' let him know that he is in a fragment of existence. With that knowledge, I believe it would be a wiser course of action to make him a member."

"While I hate to agree with you about this one, I am afraid you are right." Arceus said with a sigh. "That man is too dangerous to be left alone with that knowledge and we need some way to keep him in line. One of the only people who can actually kill him permanently."

"Getting killed usually IS permanent." Arisato Minato said with a small grin, an angry tick mark developing on the large Pokémon's head as a result.

"You know what I meant!"

"Hehehe." Simon began to laugh. "People die when they're kil-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll shove your own core drill right back up your ass." Emiya said with a glare. He's heard of that joke from Reiou hundreds of times after he discovered it and was well and truly sick of it.

"Aaaanyyway!" The young looking God said before a fight could break out. "We should consider getting him as a member so we can watch his actions more and keep in a little bit more in line. Hell, with his fourth wall breaking ability, he probably heard this entire conversation!"

"How are you planning on getting him to join us anyway?" Emiya asked with some curiosity.

"By promising him a lifetime supply of Chimichangas."

A faint 'WHOOOHOOOOO!' could be heard from one of the fragments of existence.

"So, are we all in agreement?" Reiou asked, everybody else either nodding of grunting in agreement. "Good! The next topic is about a new word I'm going to introduce to you all that I learnt from a certain fragment of existence! It's called 'GAR'."

"OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Emiya shouted in disdain.

The rest of the meeting was eventful indeed.

Whew, that was the longest intro chapter I've ever done.

My exams are over and now I have remedials to do! Yay! I did this in one night just to keep you guys a bit satisfied before my next Voidwalker chapter!

Now then, I'm sure you all know the 'Gods' in the meeting room. Let me explain my reasons for making those particular characters 'Gods' or 'Pseudo-Gods'.

Madoka from Puella Madoka Magica doesn't really need an explanation. She practically sacrificed herself and her very existence in the past present and future just to get rid of all the witches and to save her friends. The amount of feels in that show is just…. Ugh…. My feels…. Either way, that caught Reiou's attention.

For Simon from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, come on, he rode a robot that became bigger than a freaking galaxy! How much power is behind that!? He could be a God on willpower alone! You think a galaxy sized robot won't catch God's attention? It certainly did! Though Simon became a member of the little 'God Club' after he died of natural causes.

For Minato from Persona 3, I think you all know. He used the ultimate persona, you all know which one, to turn himself into a seal and to protect the world. That and the fact that he has a huge number of Gods under his persona belt (Thanatos and Messiah in particular). Doing something as ballsy as that would definitely catch Reiou's attention. His body is still used as the seal but his spirit now resides in the main plane of existence.

For Arceus, need I say more? God of Pokémon, hello?

For EMIYA, it would be his story that caught Reiou's attention. A man who fought for his ideals, all the way till the end. A man whose body was made of swords. In a way, he is a God of war and peace at the same time.

So Reiou bought the guy off from Alaya and now keeps him as something to annoy when Arceus isn't around.

The 'Gods' that can actually leave the main plane and return home as they like are Madoka and Arceus. Madoka because she needs to keep the world in the balance by being there and because she needs to comfort the Mahou Shoujos that are about to die. Arceus because she needs to check up on the world of Pokémon and to make sure Giratina doesn't end up making a mess of things again.

Simon, Minato and Emiya are all technically dead so they remain in the main plane of existence.

Amano Yukiteru from Mirai Nikki is also a member of the club, but he's still sulking about Yuno's death. He won't be getting over that anytime soon.

Anyhow, I'm done with exams, just need to finish remedials and I'm free! FREE!

Free from tests anyway. Now I can get to working on the next chapter of Voidwalker! Await it!

Well, I hope I've covered my bases. Hopefully a few of you will enjoy this story when I get around to writing the next chapter! See you all! Send em away Yama-jii!

Yamamoto: Very well. Hadou number 145: Shō endā!