Crossovers are so much fun. I hope you enjoy this one!

"This looks just like Japan!" Watanuki turned to Mokona. "Are you sure we ended up in another world?"

The black creature looked indignant. "Of course we are! Do you not trust Mokona?"

"More than I trust this guy!" Watanuki pointed to Doumeki who simply stuck his finger in his ear.

"Let's just deliver it already."

"Yes, let's deliver it!" Mokona chanted. He jumped into Doumeki's arms.

"How are we supposed to find this place anyway?" Watanuki grumbled. He glanced around for something out of the ordinary to help them.

Except there wasn't. Nothing looked out of place or seemed worthy of being from another world. Even the writing looked the same. There was a restaurant off to their right that was serving tempura and soba. Watanuki's mouth watered at the smell and hoped they could finish their mission soon so he could have something to eat.

Ten minutes ago, he and Doumeki had been summoned by Yuuko to complete a task. As always, there was no warning or a chance for him to decline. The woman always assumed that his services included carrying out crazy orders that most of the time nearly got him killed.

This mission was different though, because they were going to have to go to another world to accomplish it.

"My normal correspondent is unavailable at the moment," Yuuko had said, "so I need someone else to fill his place. You will take this box to my client. Since it is very important, Mokona will hold onto it until you reach him." She held out the ornate box and Mokona's eyes opened before swallowing it whole.

"What, do you not trust us to be able to carry it ourselves?" Watanuki asked.

Yuuko just smiled. "Of course I trust you—why else would I ask you to help me out?"

"She has a point," Doumeki said.

"You're not involved in this discussion so shut your mouth!"

"Mokona is holding onto it because this box is very powerful and for someone who can see spirits it might have . . . fatal consequences." Watanuki hadn't liked how Yuuko sounded so calm or looked so intrigued at the prospect of him dying.

"Fatal consequences! Fatal consequences!" Maru and Moro chanted as they danced around Watanuki.

"All right, all right! Who is this client?"

Yuuko inhaled her pipe deeply before speaking. "No need to know his name. Mokona has met him before and that should be enough. Now, you can't be transported directly into his shop—"

"His shop?" Watanuki interrupted. "Is he like you?"

"Not exactly, but we do deal in a similar business, so he has special wards placed throughout it that doesn't allow for this type of transportation. Now off you go!"

Suddenly Mokona jumped into the air with wings and levitated above Watanuki and Doumeki as a complex but beautiful circular seal appeared beneath them. Watanuki had a vague sense of déjà vu as to when Syaoran, Sakura, Fai, and Kurogane had disappeared from the lawn out front.

"Oh, and while you're there be sure to pick me up some sake!" Yuuko had called out before they disappeared.

Now they were stuck in another world without any idea where to go! Watanuki could already tell this mission wasn't going to go smoothly.

"We need to go this way!" Mokona proclaimed loudly, pointing down the street.

"How can you possibly know that?"

The black creature just smiled widely. "Mokona just knows!"

"Arggggg!" Doumeki watched the boy with mismatched eyes flail around for a minute before turning his back on him.

"Hurry up or you'll get left behind, idiot."

"Shut up! It's bad enough that I had to go on this stupid errand for Yuuko in another world—but the fact that you have to come along makes it ten times worse!" His shoulders slumped as he walked behind Doumeki.

"Why couldn't Himawari-chan have come with me?" he mumbled. "We could quickly finish the mission and then have a romantic dinner from another world! It would be perfect!" He sighed dreamily at the prospect.

Doumeki glanced back at him and raised an eyebrow. "Eating here is a good idea. We should do it when we're done."

"You think I want to eat here with you?" Watanuki growled. "You've got to be out of your mind if you could think for a moment that I would ever want to do something like that with you! Are you even listening to me? Stop covering your ears!"

Watanuki finally calmed down five minutes later as they continued to walk down the street that Mokona instructed.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?"

"Of course I'm sure! Mokona is never wrong!"

Watanuki sighed. "Why couldn't we have just appeared at the shop?"

"Be qu—" Suddenly the air was filled with an almost intoxicating presence. Doumeki stumbled as his stomach constricted painfully and he found it difficult to breathe. He heard Watanuki collapse on the floor behind him and he spun around.

The smaller boy was sprawled on the ground in obvious pain. His limbs trembled as he struggled to lift his upper torso off the ground. Doumeki staggered to his side and grasped one of his shoulders. Mokona kept calling Watanuki's name in concern.

"A-are you all right?" Doumeki asked. He was finding it difficult to speak. Watanuki chuckled weakly and gave Doumeki a half smile, but it quickly transformed into one of frozen terror. "What's wrong?" The archer had never seen Watanuki that scared before.

"Th-th-th-that!" Doumeki glanced to his right and was unable to keep his mouth from opening in shock.

There were three enormous—creatures of some sort slowly making their way over to the boys. They each wore a different white mask with various markings in some strange representation of an animal. A large, gaping hole was also common to each of them, near where the heart should be.

The spiritual pressure they were giving off was almost unbearable, and Doumeki wondered how Watanuki was even conscious. If he was affected this much, then Watanuki was bound to be in considerable pain. They had to get out of there.

"What are those things?" Mokona instinctively moved closer to Doumeki and shivered.

"Spirits unique to this world I'm guessing," Watanuki sighed. "I should have known this problem would have follow me anywh—"

"Can you move?"

Watanuki scowled at Doumeki. "Of course! You think I'm gonna let you carry me? Not a chance!"

"There's two more!" Mokona cried. The two boys spared a moment to glance at the other two spirits coming up from behind.

"Are you going to help me up or stand there staring, idiot?" Doumeki roughly hoisted Watanuki to his feet and pushed him forward.

"You're as gentle as a bull you miserable oaf!" Watanuki yelled as he sprinted down the street. People were giving them odd looks as they sped by. Figures, Watanuki thought grimly.

They ran rather fast considering their current affected physical state, but it wasn't good enough.

"Look out!" Mokona warned.

Doumeki and Watanuki spun around to see a pair of hands as large as they were come barreling towards them. Without thinking Doumeki thrust Mokona into Watanuki's arms and pushed the two out of the way. A split second later a hand slammed into his right side and he felt his body fly through the air as darkness clouded his vision.

"Doumeki!"

Curse that idiot! Watanuki could only watch as the archer was cast aside as if he weighed nothing more than a feather. He had been hit so hard that Watanuki couldn't see where he was anymore. When Watanuki tried to run towards where Doumeki disappeared Mokona tugged on his ear frantically.

"We need to go!" he wailed. "Those spirits only want you—Doumeki was trying to prevent that!" Watanuki clenched his fists and then ran in the opposite direction. "I'll come back for you, idiot," he muttered under his breath. His instincts screamed at him to go and make sure his frien—Doumeki was all right but he knew that he would only get scolded for not following orders later.

By now there were a grand total of eight of those monsters chasing him, and Watanuki knew it was helpless. He could barely jog and he had no way to defend himself.

Everything swirled in a blurry mass and Watanuki's hearing started to fail him. Mokona was screaming something in his ear but he couldn't make out the words. All he knew was that he hurt all over and he desperately needed some air.

One of the spirits who reminded him of a lion stepped forward and picked him up with one giant, purple hand. That's odd, Watanuki thought. Most spirits have never been this solid before.

"Such a tasty looking treat!" the lion-spirit boomed. "No soul has ever looked so good!" Watanuki's eyes felt so heavy but he fought the urge to close them. He looked the creature in the face and was startled at what he saw.

It appeared as if there were numerous souls spinning around the interior of the spirit. Almost as if they made up its blood. Before he could ponder what it meant the spirit creature holding him let out an agonizing scream that nearly split the boy's head open. He felt himself falling but the purple hands were still grasping him.

Warm liquid splashed in his face. When his descent came to a stop the fingers released him almost like a springboard and he rolled onto the ground.

"Doumeki!"

The taller boy was standing a few feet to his left. He was panting heavily and his clothes were mildly torn and frayed with bloody patches that stood out against the white shirt. In his left hand was what appeared to be a makeshift bow, made of a horribly mangled piece of pipe and string. Doumeki opened his mouth to speak but then another earsplitting screech tore through the air.

Watanuki screamed in pain as he covered his ears in an attempt to block out the sound. He had never heard a spirit make that sound before! It was the most horrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.

With his last bit of strength Watanuki opened his eyes and peered around. Through a blurry haze he could see Doumeki struggling to stand up while the purple lion cradled its stump of a hand. Now there were at least ten of those strange spirit creatures closing in on them. Watanuki laughed bitterly at the injustice of it all before finally succumbing to the darkness.

"Watanuki!" Doumeki rubbed his eyes and looked back at where Watanuki had fallen. Mokona was trying to wake the unconscious boy as tears fell down his black face. It came as no surprise to him that the boy had fainted, but Doumeki had to admit he was impressed at how long Watanuki had stayed awake.

With more effort than should have been necessary, Doumeki pushed himself to a standing position and tightened his grip on the makeshift bow. He was able to make an arrow with the powers he inherited from his grandfather, but it wasn't nearly effective enough. All he could do was sever a limb instead of exorcise the entire being.

"Mokona—go hide somewhere safe!" Doumeki ordered. The black creature looked like he would protest for a moment, but then nodded and quickly bounced out of harm's way. Doumeki stumbled to Watanuki's body and stood over it protectively, aiming his bow at the one-armed purple spirit.

The two of them were completely surrounded by twelve spirit creatures and Doumeki spared a second to rack his brain for a solution to save Watanuki.

"Getsuga Tenshou!"

Out of nowhere an enormous and powerful dark-red energy attacked the purple spirit creature. With a final scream it dissipated into nothing. There was another cry and a thick beam of blue light barreled its way into a green, cat-like spirit who disappeared in the same manner.

Doumeki's bow dropped a few inches as he glanced about him in shock, trying to find where those impressive attacks came from. Suddenly a tall boy with orange hair clad in black robes appeared in front of him.

"There's no need to worry anymore," the newcomer said cheerfully. "We can take it from here." The orange-haired teen glanced at Doumeki's bow and frowned, yet before he could say anything there was another scream from the spirits.

"Take your friend and hide somewhere safe!" he yelled. Then he turned around and charged towards the two spirit creatures sprinting towards them. It was then that Doumeki noticed the uncommonly large sword in the boy's hand. He marveled at how a person could swing something that heavy around like it was nothing.

An explosion behind him brought the archer back to his senses. He threw down the crude bow and swept Watanuki into his arms. The boy was trembling violently and beads of sweat fell down his face. He was moaning softly and Doumeki wished for a way to make him feel better. It pained him to see Watanuki like this.

After doing a quick survey of his surroundings Doumeki took off towards some rubble near a half-demolished building. When he found a suitable place to rest he collapsed, his legs unable to support him any longer. He gasped for air and fought the urge to vomit. He then swept aside some shards of glass so he could lean against a large upturned piece of cement.

Once it was good enough he leaned against it in relief. He was still holding Watanuki and the boy was holding onto Doumeki's shirt like his life depended on it. Watanuki was curled up against his body and Doumeki instinctively pulled him closer. If his presence could calm the boy then he would gladly hold him for as long as was necessary.

A wry smirk tugged on his mouth as he wondered what Watanuki would say if he ever found out how he was clinging onto him. The annoying idiot would sputter something about not wanting Himawari to have seen him and something about how he—Doumeki—was a complete jerk. It really was fun watching the idiot flail around like a fish out of water.

There was another loud explosion followed by a scream and Doumeki turned his attention to the battle playing out before him. Fighting alongside the orange-haired boy was a very tall and muscular Mexican-looking man. Instead of a sword this one's entire right arm was a weapon. Bright beams of energy were emitted from his palm.

The two of them moved in such an organized rhythm that Doumeki could tell that they did this often. Their powers were both fascinating and horrifying to behold. And despite the fact that they appeared to be helping them, Doumeki couldn't be sure they were trustworthy.

He didn't know about the dark-skinned one, but the orange-haired boy gave off the same suffocating spirit energy that the creatures did. It didn't feel as menacing, but there was no doubt that it was too similar for Doumeki to feel comfortable. He wasn't as skilled as Watanuki at interpreting the meaning behind spiritual powers, but it was best to be careful.

Ichigo was very puzzled. He and Chad had been studying for a math test in his room when they both felt the presence of quite a number of Hollows. They glanced towards each other in concern before leaping out the window as soon as Ichigo separated from his body.

"There seems to be a large amount," Chad had said.

"Must be something big."

When they arrived there were thirteen rather advanced looking Hollows. They were all focused on two boys, one who appeared unconscious and the other was standing in front of him protectively with a crudely fashioned bow made from pipe and string. He had no arrows which was puzzling enough, but what was even more odd was that the Hollow standing before him had his left arm cleanly severed. Was it possible that the human had been able to injure the Hollow so extensively?

Whatever the answer was, it would have to wait. The one-armed Hollow was about to kill the two of them so Ichigo slashed Zangetsu through the air. "Getsuga Tenshou!" He heard Chad yelling behind him and knew that his friend had joined the fight. As the purple Hollow disappeared Ichigo spared a moment to let the conscious boy know that he meant them no harm. He seemed rather alarmed at his presence and Ichigo figured it was only natural. The poor guy had probably never dealt with something so traumatic before.

It was then that he noticed there was no carrier for arrows anywhere. Without any arrows, why would he make a bow? In the back of his mind Ichigo felt like something wasn't right but a Hollow's scream interrupted his train of thought.

"Take your friend and hid somewhere safe!" he yelled. After he disposed of the two Hollows who were stupid enough to challenge him, he spared a glance back to the two teens. The taller boy had been smart in his choice of a hiding place and he was holding onto his friend very protectively. The substitute shinigami hoped that the first boy wasn't dead.

To his shock he discovered that three other Hollows had appeared. Why were all these Hollows gathered in one place? Was it because of those two boys?

There would be time to figure that out later. Right now he had to focus all his attention on getting rid of the Hollows.

Urahara Kisuke was only slightly alarmed when he sensed a large number of Hollows centered in one area. Hollows weren't uncommon, but it could mean trouble if they were organized like that. He knew that Ichigo and his friends would have it under control soon enough, but his curious side got the best of him. He was bored and figured that he still had some time before the person he was expecting would arrive.

A few flash steps brought him to where the commotion was. Ichigo and Chad were doing fine battling the Hollows, but what was peculiar was that they seemed to just keep coming. Generally, Hollows weren't that persistent unless they were being ordered by someone more powerful than them or they wanted something really bad. He frowned and extended his senses in an attempt to discover the reason, and it fell on two boys. His curiosity peaked, Urahara made his way over to them.

Both looked worse for wear and they had rather unusual spiritual energy. It didn't feel like reiatsu, but at the same time it did. What was even more interesting was that they both exhibited a different type of spiritual energy. The most noticeable was coming from the smaller one and Urahara figured that he was the one attracting all the Hollows.

In the interest of not wanting any more Hollows to invade the town in search of the boy, the retired shinigami placed a few unseen kidou wards around the two figures. Once they were erected it appeared as if there were no more Hollows coming from Hueco Mundo.

With that taken care of, Urahara made his presence known to the conscious boy and made his way over. He tried to be as friendly as possible by waving at them.

"Yo!"

"Stay back!" the boy ordered. He thrust out his left arm that held a dangerous looking shard of glass. A desperate act but a noble one, Urahara figured. Droplets of blood dripped to the floor from the dark-haired boy's arm but he didn't seem to notice. Urahara shifted his gaze to the other boy.

"You really care for him don't you?" The taller boy tightened his grip around his unconscious friend and pulled him closer.

"Don't you touch him," he hissed.

Urahara sighed. "I'm only trying to help you."

"Urahara! I didn't expect to see you here!" Ichigo ran up to the shopkeeper and then turned his attention to the two boys.

"It's okay now," Ichigo said kindly. "We got rid of the monsters. Let us help you." He tried to step forward but the conscious boy jabbed the glass in Ichigo's direction.

"I said stay back!" His tone was very forceful and empowering, but Ichigo could tell his strength was faltering. Beads of sweat plastered his grimy face and his entire frame shook with each shaky breath.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." Ichigo tried once again but as he walked closer the boy grunted in pain and the shinigami jumped back quickly. Once he was back at Urahara's side it looked like the boy regained what little strength he had.

"It seems like they react to your overflowing reiatsu," Urahara noted. "It might be best if you step back a little."

Ichigo frowned. "But I've gotten better at controlling it! And they're only human, how can they sense it?"

"Perhaps—"

"Watanuki! Doumeki!" The two turned around towards the source of the noise and were startled to see a black ball with ears come bouncing towards them. Ichigo's mind immediately associated it with a live plushie.

"Mod Soul?"

Whatever it was, the black ball rushed past them and landed gently on the black-haired boy's knee.

"Are you all right?" it asked in concern. The boy gave a small nod and the plushie turned its attention to the shivering figure. "What about Watanuki?" The first boy shrugged but seemed to instantly regret the movement as a flash of pain graced his features.

"Mokona?" Urahara immediately felt three pairs of eyes on him. "Mokona from Yuuko's shop?" Mokona frowned for a moment before yelling in surprise.

"Urahara!" It jumped into his arms and laughing happily. As the two greeted each other warmly Ichigo turned to the boy and raised an eyebrow at the strange exchange.

"Mokona!" The boy's arm fell a few inches and it looked like he was using all his remaining energy to stay awake.

"Oh, sorry, Doumeki! This is Urahara—Yuuko's client!" Urahara nodded happily at the exclamation and Ichigo felt very confused.

"It's safe then?" The black thing called Mokona nodded. "Right." Ichigo watched in alarm as Doumeki's arm fell to the floor and his head drooped against his chest. The shinigami was amazed at how the teen held out for so long.

"So their reaction to reiatsu and the Hollow's attraction to them makes sense now," Urahara muttered. Mokona stared back at the two boys in concern, but the shinigami patted him on the head. "Don't worry, they'll be all right."

"Urahara—what's going on? Who are these boys? Where did they come from? Who's Yuuko? And what is that?"

The black ball appeared indignant. "Mokona is Mokona!" it yelled in Ichigo's face.

"Eh, heh-heh . . . " Ichigo rubbed his neck nervously.

"We should bring these boys to the shop. Kurosaki, you take Mokona because it seems like you'll do more harm to them in this state. Chad!" The silent boy looked up at the mention of his name. "I need your help!" With that Urahara bent down and tried to pry the bespectacled boy from Doumeki's fingers but found he could not.

"My, my, what a devoted friend you are," he chuckled. Without warning he jabbed Doumeki's upper arm and it fell limp.

"Oi!" Ichigo cried. "What did you do that for?"

The shinigami smirked and faced Ichigo with the smaller boy in his arms. "He wasn't going to let go." By now Chad had reached them and he lifted Doumeki off the ground.

"Right then, let's go!" Urahara said happily, already making his way towards the direction of his shop. "I'm sure you two will find these boys interesting."

What do you think? Comments are appreciated! Thanks for taking the time to read this.