Dragons and Eagles

Chapter 1

Samurais and Soldiers

Ok, so this isn't quite a total AU and it isn't quite Vanilla, it's happening in the timeframe of SAO, so Bleach is happening twenty or so years late. SAO is Pre-GGO, Post-ALO and Bleach is almost at the beginning of the series, before they go to the Soul Society. OC will get here later.

Rukia kind of bashes on the Japanese Self Defense Force in here, and I'd just like to say that I harbor no grudge or resentment against the JSDF, quite the contrary, I believe that they are a sharper spear than the US Military at this point (because China and N. Korea are on their doorstep), and they'll show it later on in the story. I just do it for storyline purposes

Ichigo brought his sword in a downward arc, screaming in frustration. The minotaur-scorpion hollow he was fighting jumped nimbly away once again as one of its two barbed tails lashed out like lightning, opening up a scratch on Ichigo's arm, right through his Shinigami robe. He jumped back out of the hollow's reach, panting. He hadn't even known his soul could sweat, but it was pouring off of him now. This was his seventh hollow and it was shaping up to be a far more formidable opponent than the others had been.

He jumped right as it came back at him, slamming a claw-hand into the ground, sending dust and rocks in all directions. In mid-air, Ichigo brought his zanpaku-to around in a horizontal swing that severed the hollow's left arm at the shoulder. The hollow let out a horrifying screech before skittering back itself. Ichigo stood his ground. His lungs and throat burned with a cold fire and his muscles felt as if they might give out at any moment.

"What the hell are you doing Ichigo?! Get your ass in the game!" Rukia yelled from beside a tree a few meters away, her usual disdainful look upon her face. The cool night breeze through the park stirring her skirt and hair, giving her an even more dramatic appearance.

"He's wounded, it wouldn't be right to attack him until he's good and ready." Ichigo replied, turning to her and away from the hollow. What he was really doing was catching his breath, but he would be damned if he was going to let Rukia know that.

"How many times do I have to say it to get it through your thick skull?! Save bushido for the Kendo rink! This is war! You can't-" Ichigo didn't hear the rest of her rant, the pain emanating from his abdomen seemed to block out all senses. He coughed up blood and managed to look down somehow. Protruding from his robe was the large, sharp upper half of the hollow's claw. Ichigo heard an evil laugh from behind him.

"You are strong child, but your inexperience betrays you, and now your soul will be mine." A deep, menacing voice said. 'My god how cliché can you be?' was the thought going through the back of Ichigo's mind, but his famous temper clouded the rest of it. It completely smothered his pain and he simply became pissed off. He brought his sword up under his left arm and rammed it through the hollow's head, allowing the hollow to dissipate. Ichigo fell to his knees and then his back.

"Ichigo! Ichigo! Come on, I don't want to have to drag your sor-" and Ichigo blacked out.

Ichigo opened his eyes with a startled gasp, rays of light shined over his head through the window. Window? Window. He looked over. The realization that it was his window in his room came slowly through his muddled thoughts. Where was he last? The park. He was at the park, fighting a hollow. He sat up in bed, letting the sheets fall down to reveal gauze wrappings around his abdomen. Where had those come from? He heard the door open and looked over, sill in a daze.

"You're awake now? Good." Rukia said from the doorway before striding over to his bedside and delivering an epic backhand across his face. "That wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying if you were unconscious."

"Wha-What the fuck!" He yelled, fully awake now.

"What was that?!" they heard from downstairs, through the open door.

"Uhhh… Nothing!" Ichigo yelled back to his youngest sister, who wasn't particularly fond of his new high school vocabulary. Rukia smirked. The boy hadn't balked or shown any fear in facing her, a Shinigami, or the horrid, deformed creatures known as hollows, but he was afraid of his little sister. After a few moments and it became apparent that said sister wasn't coming upstairs to administer punishment with her wooden spoon, Ichigo looked back to Rukia.

"But really, what was that for?"

"That was for doing something incredibly stupid to get wounded almost beyond my capability to heal you AND making me drag your heavy butt halfway across the city to get you back to your body." Rukia said with a mildly annoyed expression. Ichigo really wanted to say that he was just using that as an excuse to catch his breath but if Rukia found out about it her vengeful nature would never let him live it down. He grunted in acknowledgement.

"And that's just the beginning of your punishment." She reached into her schoolbag as Ichigo looked at her quizzically and pulled out a pamphlet, "You missed the summer camp fair today and I found one that might help crush that idea of honor for you." She put the pamphlet more or less on his face and he had to snatch it from her.

"Rukia, I've told you before, I don't do summer camps." He said stubbornly.

"I know, that just makes it a bonus punishment." She said with her best 'I'm a fifteen year old schoolgirl not a one hundred and fifty year old Shinigami' smile. He snorted and read over the pamphlet.

"What is this? A military camp? It's not even Japanese! It's run by the American exchange student! And we have to go all the way to Okinawa! Are you crazy?" He said in his well-practiced complaining voice.

"Yes, a military camp, you need to learn how to be a merciless soldier instead of an honor-bound samurai, because the hollows will not follow some abstract code of honor and will take advantage of anyone who does. And what if it is American? Everything I've read since I came to this world says that America has the best military on this plane, and they've been fighting a steady stream of wars and conflicts for the past eighty years. Your country hasn't fought even one war in that time period and the last war you had, against the Americans I might add, you lost miserably. And as for Okinawa, it isn't that far, only a few hours away by one of those airplane contraptions you humans use so much." Rukia said in a stern tone.

"Yea the Americans might have a better military, but they're pompous assholes! And as for the whole honor thing, this is run by a student, not a soldier. It's probably just an otaku camp filled with nerds!" Rukia nodded solemnly and reached into her backpack and pulled out a tablet that Ichigo hadn't seen before and handed it to him.

"I figured you might say that. You know how he sits in the back of the class and writes all day? Well, I…. liberated this from him so that you could read what he writes. It may not be completely accurate, but it does have the right… air about, I suppose. Also, he isn't a foreign exchange student, his father is an American sailor stationed at Yokota Air Base, and he lives out here in town, so this is his school."

"A sailor? Why isn't he at the naval base they have over on the other side of Tokyo?"

"No idea, but the point is his pedigree. He comes from a military family, and from his writing, he obviously has a certain amount of knowledge on war and soldiering." Ichigo growled slightly and powered up the tablet.

"I'll be the judge of that."

"What?! You're actually going to a camp this year!" Keigo said the next day in class, tears streaming down his face, "I can finally have a normal summer at a summer camp with all my friends."

"That makes you sound like a stalker, Asano-san." Mizuiro said, listening to his iPhone.

"That's cruel man, don't be like that, you know my parents make me go to a camp every summer with a bunch of people I don't know." Keigo said, "Anyway, Kurosaki, what camp are you going to?" Ichigo mumbled something under his breath "What was that?" Ichigo mumbled a little louder, but still not loud enough to be understood. "Huh? Still can't hear you." Keigo said, cupping his ear in front of Ichigo's face.

"I said I'm going to the god damned military camp, kapisch?!" Ichigo yelled at him in frustration. Keigo stumbled back and fell over a desk to the entertainment of what students were present at the moment. When he came back up he had a dark and foreboding look.

"The military camp? The one where The American takes you down to the islands for a month and runs you until you die? That military camp?"

"Don't say that to me, Rukia signed me up for it." Ichigo said, gesturing to the girl in the desk beside him.

"Why whatever do you mean Kurosaki-kun? For what reason would I ever register you for something as crude and dirty as a military camp?" She said, putting a hand under her chin and putting on a very effective innocent look.

"Well, however you got signed up for it, it sounds fun," The hulking Chad said from the side of the group, "maybe I should go too…" He added on to himself.

"That's easy for you to say you hulking brute!" Keigo said "You have muscle mass and endurance to spare! Then look at me! I'm a skinny Japanese boy who doesn't even play a sport, I'll get murdered!"

"Oh, come off it Keigo, weren't you the one crying about how you were finally going to get to go to summer camp with your friends?" Mizuiro said, "Besides, now that Chad is going, I might as well go to, and that would mean the whole gang is going!" He leaned in closer, "Besides, you can't sign someone else up for a camp unless you sign up yourself, which means Rukia-chan is going too, eh?" He whispered. Keigo immediately jumped up.

"Very well then, I will go and support my friends in their struggles, as is my solemn duty!" He said, all trace of despair gone from his voice and demeanor. Everyone in the group, except the stoic Chad, gave him a wry look. Across the room, Orihime watched the exchange.

"Kurosaki-san is going to a camp this year?" The air-headed girl asked out loud.

"What? He is?" Her best friend, Tatsumi, said from her other side. "Well I guess there's a first time for everything. Orihime continued to stare off at the group of boys. "Wait, you're not thinking about going, are you?" Orihime turned around and her face heated.

"Wha-no, no of course not…" She said, looking down,

"Ha! You are! Honestly Orihime, you can't lie worth a damn." Tatsumi said with a victorious look, "Well I guess there's no helping it, I'll just have to go to."

"You will Tatsumi?! Oh, thank you!" Orihime said, hugging the other girl.

"Hey, hey let go, what's with this hugging phase all of a sudden?" Orihime let go, slightly chastised, "What camp is it anyway?"

"A military camp?" Kazuto asked. Both he and Asuna were in their usual lunch spot, the bench underneath the awning in the courtyard, when Asuna had brought it up.

"Yea, a military camp, your rehabilitation hasn't been going the way you want it, so I thought a physical summer camp could get you out of the house over the summer." Asuna replied.

"But I could just go to some gym camp or something so I could stay here. Besides, the schedule for this thing is packed, there won't be any time to go visit Yui." Kazuto said

"I've got just the thing for that." Asuna said, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a round disk-like device about the size of her hand. It was white and two thirds up started to curve down blue rather than up white. Asuna pressed a button on its side and the blue third lit up and a small girl appeared in shades of blue on top.

"Ugghhh, wha-, Daddy? Mommy? It worked! Mommy it worked!" Yui said from the top of the small disk.

"Where on earth did you get a holographic projector?" Kazuto asked.

"Well, an old friend of mine runs the camp, so when I mentioned Yui in a letter, he made this. It hooks up directly to the Seed so Yui can come to our world." Asuna said.

"It's not the same as you guys coming over to this side, but at least we can talk!" Yui added on. Kazuto laughed a little.

"Yea, Yui, I guess we can. But I still don't see why I need to go off to Okinawa to go to a camp with this much hassle when I can stay here and go to a far less hectic camp." Asuna face fell just a little before she responded.

"Well, you've been seeming kind of down lately, I figured that going someplace with a lot of activity and friends might help out a little, Kirito." Asuna said.

"My name out here is Kazuto, Asuna."

"I know, but I want to be with Kirito; happy, dedicated, friendly. Kazuto is depressed and sad. I want Kazuto and Kirito to be the same person." She said, grabbing his hand.

"Yea… I guess." Kirito said, pulling his hand from Asuna and putting it over her shoulder, pulling her close. Asuna made a surprised little sound, Kirito and Kazuto both tended to be standoffish and such a blatant display of physical affection was rare. That's not to say she didn't like it, she simply leaned into him and closed her eyes.

"HEY GUYS WHAT'S UP!" Klein yelled from about three centimeters in front of their faces. They both jumped up a few meters and scooted to opposite side of the bench, faces blushed and heads down.

"Mommy and Daddy are talking about summer camp!" The still-present Yui said from her small projector in the middle of the bench.

"Oh, hey Yui-chan, so you can come to our world now?" Klein asked, squatting down to be face to face with small hologram.

"Yea, Mommy's old friend gave this cool holographomajigger to us!" Yui replied cheerfully.

"Cool, glad to see you here." Klein said before standing back up. "So what summer camp?"

"It's this cool military camp down in the islands!" Yui interjected for her 'parents', still trying to recover from their embarrassment attack, "Mommy's old friend runs it and we think it might cheer Daddy up!"

"A military camp, eh, what island?"

"O-ki-na-wa!"

"I hear they got some nice beaches down there." Klein said, thinking, "Mind if I come along?"

"Yea, sure," Asuna said, "we were going to invite everyone else of Ki… Kazuto said yes."

"Well from what I saw earlier I take it that he did?" Klein asked with a sly grin. Both Asuna and Kazuto were reduced red-faced blabbering once more but Yui picked up the question without hesitation.

"Yep!"

"Uhh… I never really…" Kazuto began.

"Oh, come on Daddy, we all know that was a yes." Yui interrupted.

"Oh, ok, fine, I'll go, I guess we should go talk to the others." Kazuto said, standing up, the blush fading form his face. Asuna picked up Yui's projector and clipped it onto her shoulder bag before standing up herself.

"I think I saw them in the cafeteria." Klein said, "Probably talking about Kazuto here." He patted the dark haired boy in question on the shoulder as his face heated up once more. Any color drained from Asuna's face as she stalked away.

"Thanks Klein, now she's not going to talk to me for a week."

"Ahhh, it'll be ok."

YEA! MY FIRST CROSSOVER1!

Reviews please!

Standard disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing in this story, it is a FANFICTION

Stuff will heat up pretty quickly later (action wise, although there might be some romantic tension.)