Third Person POV

The arrancar and carrot topped substitute could both be found within the guild masters office, along with the guild master himself. The little old man was sat on top of his desk, holding his head up with his right hand while the left was simply tapping his fingers against the desk. He was dressed in quite ornate clothing, wearing nice black pants, a white undershirt with blue going up the middle, and covering it all was a white cloak with white fur lining and gold shoulders. Grimmjow could be found leaning against the wall next to the door, while Ichigo was sat down in a chair in front of the old guild master. All was silent, as Ichigo kept his eyes focused on Makarov while the panther espada simply kept his eyes looking down at the ground.

The third master couldn't help but let out a tired sigh, bringing his right hand up to cover his face in preparation for the headache he was sure was about to come. "So, let me get this all straight. And do be patient with me, considering how odd this all seems to me. You two are from a completely different world, possibly a whole other dimension, where there are multiple different realms of existence. Three of which are for the afterlife, one for the living, and one that goes in between both the living and one of these afterlife realms. Any mistakes so far?"

At the shake of a head from Ichigo and a lack of response from Grimmjow he continued, "Furthermore Ichigo, you are a living human who has unlocked the power of one of these afterlife police, soul reapers you called them, while Grimmjow here is a centuries year old dead person who lost his heart, turned into a monster, ate who knows how many hundreds of beings like him, then eventually had his mask ripped off to become a mix of said monster with the powers of these soul reapers. As you and a few of his kind were gathering to talk, there was a bright flash of light that mysteriously brought you all here. Sounds about right?" For the moment, he was amazingly keeping a perfectly straight face, despite the topic of discussion.

"That's the short version, but yeah. That's about the gist of things. To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised you've remained so calm for so long." If he was being honest with himself, the substitute soul reaper had completely expected him to freak out and throw them out near immediately after they began to explain their dimensions afterlife. He wouldn't exactly be able to blame him after all, hearing about two odd beings who just show up out of nowhere and claim to be from a different dimension could be pretty jarring.

Releasing another sigh, the wizard saint brought his hand away from his face to look at his two visitors, "I'm going to be honest with you. When you first told me your little story, I thought you were completely bonkers and that I needed to call the rune knights for help. Though looking at you, that honest look in your eyes. I have a feeling you're telling the truth, and to be fair, you don't seem exactly crazy. Your friend on the other hand, well. He seems like he may have rabies and needs to be kept as far away as possible." A certain light had entered the old mans eyes at the last comment.

Whereas a tick mark appear on Grimmjows forehead, the blue haired arrancar looking up from his place on the wall with a glare directed right at the little old man, "Hey! Who the hell are you to act like I'm some mangy animal?! If you wanna talk so big, then why don't you settle things with me in a fight!" Though he was also challenging him to a fight partially out of sheer boredom and the fact that he had too much pent up energy at this point from everything going on.

"You just proved his point you idiot. If you don't wanna be treated like a wild animal then you should try not to act like one." The soul reaper couldn't stop the smirk that came to his lips while his back was turned though, glancing at Grimmjow out of the corner of his eye. Turning back to the guild master, his eyes widened slightly upon noticing he seemed to be sweating and having some mild difficulty breathing. At first he thought the old man was having issues with his heart, only to stop and look back at Grimmjow with a glare after he extended his senses, "Grimmjow, calm your ass down. You know most of the people here can't withstand your spiritual pressure!"

It would appear the former sexta had slowly been raising his spiritual pressure to a point where lieutenants and low captain level souls would start to have trouble. Ichigo could imagine that all the weaker mages in the guild were likely near crippled and being suffocated at this point. The substitute hadn't noticed the slowly rising pressure at first due to his eyes being on Grimmjow. He didn't sense it simply because the current pressure wasn't enough to really alert him unless he was actively searching for it.

"Tch, whatever Kurosaki. If the old man wants to talk shit, he needs to be ready to back it up, lest he go crossing the wrong person. You know I don't tolerate anyone who tries to look down on me." Though he didn't care much, he did begin to reign in his temper and spiritual pressure to prevent the mages downstairs from dying. Though he now had an annoying feeling that a few of the guild members were going to come and make themselves known as nuisances.

This was proven to be true, as Makarov kept a wary eye on Grimmjow the door was thrust open by Erza Scarlet, sword already drawn. Behind her was Natsu Dragneel and Grey Fullbuster, both mages also looking ready for a confrontation. Ichigo couldn't stop the sigh of frustration from escaping him, face-palming hard enough to make quite the audible smack and a red mark on his face. "God damn it..."

Erza leveled her sword at the two strangers, a look of wary anger clearly being shown on her face. Her eyes narrowed and a glare set on her face, the scarlet haired mage wasted no time on pleasantries with the two, "What the hell was that? Was that some sort of gravity magic? Macao and several other mages downstairs are currently unconscious! If these two are responsible then they need to answer for it!" There was a certain fire in her eyes that showed she had no problem with being the one to personally deal out a punishment.

Looking over at the three mages, Grimmjow once more activated his pesquisa so he could have a look at the total amount of spirit energy the three mages currently had. The arrancar scoffed at them, before turning his eyes back down to the floor, "You three aren't worth the minute that it would take to squash you at your current level. Go ahead and get strong enough to stand near me before you try to challenge me again." To reinforce his point, he focused his spiritual pressure on the three mages. He didn't try to focus everything on them, but he revealed enough power to force Natsu and Grey down to the ground, while Erza was slowly being forced to a knee.

The panther turned to the three with a mad grin on his face, bloodlust lighting up his eyes, "Gravity magic? What sort of bullshit is that? I don't need the ability to control gravity to crush my enemies under my heel! What you've been feeling is just the unrestrained force of my spirit energy! Or, sorry. You're all too weak for the whole thing, so what you're feeling is mostly restrained pressure. Now scram!" He cut off the pressure, reeling his energy back in and turning away from the three mages he had deemed insignificant.

Ichigo looked at Grimmjow in annoyance, the dual wielder sighing once more in frustration and bringing a hand up to his forehead to help deal with the headache that was being brought on, "Grimmjow... You need to understand something. We can't go around making enemies with everyone here for no reason. We need to know more about this world, and besides that these aren't bad people. And yes, I know you have an ego to satisfy and refuse to accept anyone looking down on you. Even though half the time, no one is doing so. Now calm down, and find something to do. I need to continue speaking with the master here."

Makarov looked at his three mages with a tired sigh, shaking his head at the two spiritual beings who seemed to already be a trouble magnet, despite having been in his guildhall for barely a half hour. He couldn't help but feel that they were going to cause a lot of problems for him in the near future, "Erza, please take Grey and Natsu downstairs. Keep an eye on them and make sure they don't cause any problems with our guests. Understood?"

With a small amount of sweat on her brow, the scarlet knight looked at the elderly mage with a small frown on her face. It didn't need to be said that he expected her to keep from causing problems as well, "Understood master. Come along you two, perhaps its about time we go looking for a new job to take. Lucy IS always going on about how she needs money for rent." The ice and fire mage looked at the armored woman with annoyance, with Grey sighing and being the first one out, Natsu being right behind him. Erza turned and nodded her head to the master once more, before leaving his office.

Grimmjow simply rolled his eyes and kept his hands stuffed in his pockets, before leaving the wizard saint and the substitute soul reaper to talk. He was bored having to sit in on the talk anyway.

Plus, he couldn't help but feel it would be highly amusing to mess with the mages downstairs a little bit.

Elsewhere, with the stranger

He walked down a path through a forest alone, one hand in his pocket and the other holding onto a large duffel bag carrying his belongings. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make his life a bit less annoying. A sword swayed on his hip, the man staying silent and clearly in no hurry to get where he was going. He kept up his slow and relaxed pace, knowing not much would change if he hurried. Though he stopped and turned to glance at the treeline to his right out of the corner of his eye.

"Come on out, I know you're there. There's no point in waiting to spring your little trap anymore." He didn't bother dropping his bag to prepare for the incoming fight, nor did he lower a hand to the hilt of his sword. He was confidant enough in his own abilities after all that he was fairly certain the use of his sword would be not only overkill, but a complete waste of effort.

Slowly a group of bandits began to come out of the trees, around thirty men emerging from each side of the road to surround him. None of them seemed very noteworthy, all being dressed in a wide assortment of dirty clothing and rags. All of them were armed with rusted swords and spears, and a few of them were even equipped with the rune knights staffs. These few that were equipped with rune knight weaponry all gathered in front of him, along with a man that was also wearing armor. This sole armored warrior lowered his staff at the man with a smirk, his men following his example.

"We'll give ya one chance. You got quite the fancy sword and getup there, I imagine you have quite a few valuables in that bag of yours as well. Hand over the sword and bag, and we'll leave ya be, give ya a chance to live. You don't stand a chance against so many of us after all!" After the apparent leader made his demands they all began to charge up their weapons. A few of the other bandits that had ranged weapons such as bows took aim as well, ready to kill this man.

If only they knew that the man had no reason to be intimidated by them in the first place. At his lack of response, the leader of the merry band of miscreants scoffed at what he deemed an overly confidant individual, "You had your chance. Get him men." He still felt this would just be an easy payday. He only sensed how much danger he was in when it was far too late.

And so as the swordsmen and spear-men charged in while the archers and mages opened fire at the lone man, he decided he would end this little farce of a fight in one attack. Vanishing with a subtle buzz and appearing behind the entire group, he raised a finger at them and charged up a green ball of energy on his fingertip. He only had one word for them.

"Cero."

He left nothing of their remains but ash, the bandits having been wiped out by a blast of energy as green as the eyes of the man they had attempted to rob, a large gouge in the Earth the bandits had surrounded him on previously being left behind. He turned away and began his journey once more, the bandits who had attempted to rob him already being forgotten.

He had more pressing matters to attend to after all, now that he had an idea of what a heart is. He just had to hope the immediate reaction of those he sensed wouldn't be to fight.

Within Era

A few rune knights could be found walking the halls of the magic councils headquarters, walking in pairs of two's and three's as they went on their way to conduct their business, with a few of the humanoid frogs that served the council being around the hall as well, simply running messages back and forth between members of the magical government. This busy energy slowly came to a halt however, these amphibian messengers and the councils soldiers turning to look at a man who was making his way down the hall. Many seemed somewhat nervous, as well as a bit surprised at his appearance.

"Is that really him? I heard he had summoned the council personally this time."

"I heard about that. He rarely even bothers going to the meetings in the form of a projection though. Think somethings going on?"

"Who knows? Its usually bad news whenever he's wandering about. Just try to stay out of his way and avoid talkin with him if you can." They knew the trouble they would get in for what they were saying, if someone were to report them that is. It couldn't be helped though. "Always feel cold when he's around. Ever since he took a seat on the council, he's always felt like a snake, just waiting to strike. I'm still waiting for the moment where he does end up making that lunge..."

The man looked at them out of the corner of his eye, a sly smirk on his lips, his eyes seemingly closed. Those behind him who had been speaking went silent, looking at him in slight fear. His very presence was offsetting, his gaze cold. Those who had just been muttering looked away from him, before they started to lightly job in the opposite direction of the man.

"Oh my, it seems people still seem to be so nervous around me." He said to himself, that unsettling grin still plastered on his face. His silver hair went a little past his ears, the tall government official turning away from those he had instilled with fear. "Oh well. I suppose it can't be helped. Though if they think I'm scary, wait till they meet the strawberry. Now he's a scary one." And so he continued on his way to the magic council chambers, ready for the complaints he would likely get.

"Things are going to get very interesting around here." If anything, his grin only seemed to get wider.

Magnolia, within the Fairy Tail guild

At this point the substitute soul reaper and the elderly master had both been brought a couple of drinks by the guilds resident former demon, the young woman having brought them a few glasses of water to hold them over. Normally she would've brought Makarov a mug of beer, but considering the seriousness of the situation she thought it best if he remained completely sober. He begged to differ, which would be wise he was currently sporting a large welt on the top of his balding head.

Sighing as he rubbed the bump on his noggin, the old man shook his head and looked at his guest with a frown, sympathy alight in his eyes, "I'm sorry to say there really isn't much we can do to help you. There is magic that deals with space, time, gravity, but there's very few that deals with genuine dimension hopping. The closest we have is celestial spirit wizards, who summon spirits from another dimension to fight for them. We have one in the guild, but I'm afraid she wouldn't know anything that could help you. She's a relatively new member after all."

The carrot top couldn't stop the slight sigh of disappointment from escaping his lips, bringing a hand to the back of his head while his left remained on the hilt of Zangetsu, "I had a feeling. The circumstances of our arrival were strange, so I doubted we'd be able to get help very easily. Sorry about Grimmjow, he can be a bit troublesome sometimes but he's not all too bad. Once we've found our friends I'll be able to give him the fight he's been looking for."

"Your friends... Would you mind giving me a more detailed description of what they look like? I can send word out to some of the other guilds across Fiore to keep an eye out for em, so they can send em here." With the welt having gone down fairly quick, the old mage hopped down from his desk and walked around it to where his chair sat, opening up a drawer and taking out a communication lacrima.

Giving the old man a small smile for the offer, he tilted his head in thought, "Well, their both women and around the same height. Halibel has shorter blond hair, aqua eyes, and darker skin. A portion of her face is covered by her mask fragment, so her jacket normally covers her face. She is also... well endowed." To the normally prude teens credit, he managed to keep his blush down to a slight pink, "As for Nel, she has longer green hair, with pink markings on her face and a hollow mask fragment on the top of her head. Her eyes are a light brown, and she has similar, measurements, to Halibel." The slight amount of pink got just a bit darker, the young man looking to the side.

Chuckling at the boys bashfulness, he prepared to open up communications with Master Bob first, before moving on to other guild masters. Before he opened up the lines of communication however, he thought he may offer the other worldly spirit beings, "You know, if you'd like, you could become members of the guild for a short time. We'd have to work out your limits and the work you'd perform yadda yadda. You'd be given a source of income, and we'd be able to more easily help you."

It certainly wasn't a bad offer, the young swordsman knew that much. In fact he recognized the generosity in the offer, considering the trouble Grimmjow was already causing, and how crazy their story may have initially seemed.

Then again, it was also a world of dragons, black wizards, and mages who near casually used another dimension for their magic. So he supposed for them, such an idea as another dimension wasn't too far fetched. Or the old man was absolutely bonkers, either or.

"I'll need to talk to Grimmjow and consider it. This is a new world after all, and there's still a lot we have to learn. I appreciate it though." And with that, deeming the conversation over, the soul reaper left the elderly mages office, knowing that if he wasn't around Grimmjow would eventually cause some sort of chaos.

God, he could only wonder what he did in a past life to get stuck in a alternate dimension with Grimmjow of all people.

So pretty the entire second half of this chapter was rewritten. Originally it was going to be a fight between Grimmjow, Erza, Natsu, and Grey. But I felt A, it was too early, and B, I should establish this beforehand (Though y'all should already know)

I intend to find some sort of way to limit the strength of the Bleach characters, as quite frankly, they're OP. Far too OP for the majority of Fairy Tail to reasonably fight even one of them. A one armed base Grimmjow was capable of kicking bankai Ichigo down several blocks with little effort, and then comes his release. And the fact that he's gotten stronger since that time. Simply put, as they are, none of the Fairy Tail characters really stand a reasonable chance against our arrivals in Earthland, except for Acnologia. Even then, his hax ability to devour magic, wouldn't apply in a fight with them.

I feel I've made it clear who our stranger is, and we now have a mysterious councilman. He will be replacing one of our fairly insignificant council members, and rest assured, he's not an OC. In fact, I feel its obvious who he is as well. It will be a while before it comes up in story, if at all, so if you wanna know what the deal is, just shoot me a PM. If ya don't care, read on.