(A/N: Even as you read this, I question my own sanity in creating this. If by the end of the chapter you guys want to see more of this let me know. The main reason for this fic…I like Kamina. He is awesome and he is epic. The plot reason: Simon realized his destiny, what about Kamina? I would hate to think his life was only to serve as a guide to Simon up to a point. So what about after death? What does the after life hold for the mighty Kamina? Read and find out).

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I do not own Gurren Lagann, both are copyright their respective owners

Kamina's pov

"This is it finishing move! Giga Drill Breaker!" With the battle cry of Gurren Lagann's, invented by me, ultimate attack we smashed right through that blasted ape and took him down. Mission Completed, I thought, "Later…Buddy…" I told Simon. They can all take it from here….

…I felt my eyes twitch and opened them. I was lying on the dirt. I was breathing. Oh yeah

I jumped to my feet, "Whoooeeee Baby I'm alive!" I shouted. I looked around there was no one in sight, not to mention I was stranded out in the middle of no where, "Hey wait a minute this ain't camp?" I said aloud scratching my head. Lying next to me were my glasses and my trusty sword, "Where am I?" I looked down to see my cape, my sword and my sunglasses. Well least I can travel around into style. I looked around and called out to everyone, "Simson? Yoko? Kittan? Forehead? Ron? Anybody?" No answer. I scratched my head, "Where the hell is everyone?" I wondered. I looked over to a direction and noticed a town, "Hmm, a town, maybe someone there knows where I am." At the same time I was thinking, strange singe when are there towns on the surface.

I wandered through the town a bit, the place looking poorer than some of the underground villages. I was about to reach out to someone to ask for directions when suddenly I heard a roar that reminded me of those damn beastmen. I took notice that everyone seemed to be running into their houses, shutting windows, slamming doors and holding up like cowards. I turned in the direction of the roar.

"A preemptive strike, and me without Gurren or Simon," I sighed, "Ah well, least I got my sword," I said unsheathing it and tipping it over my back, "Hey beastmen, over here!" I shouted to draw whatever had come my way. What came at me wasn't a beastman though it was some sort of freakish winged creature with a white mask for a face, and yellow eyes. If I had to sum up its appearance: butt ass ugly.

"What are these beastmen you speak of fleshing?" it asked me, it's voice sounded echoey and disturbing…kind of like Viral's.

Still this thing was about as ugly as they get, "Whoo boy," I sighed, "Man when you fell out of the ugly tree did you hit every branch on the way down?" I asked the creature.

"Why you…" It struck forward I jumped back to dodge and smirked, my glasses reflecting in the sunlight.

"So if you're not a beastman what are you?" I asked the freak.

"You're very ignorant to not know a hollow when you see one. What kind of Soul Reaper are you?" It asked.

The hell is a Soul Reaper, "Soul Reaper, I ain't got no idea what that is," I said, my confident smirk not leaving my face.

"You're not a Soul Reaper why don't you run then," It said and growled at me, and it could use a breath mint, "aren't you scared of me?"

"Scared," I was almost laughing, "I ain't never turned my back on enemy you masked freak," I pointed at it, "Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the hero of the Great Gurren Gang Kamina-sama! That's me!" I ran forward shouting with a fierce, manly battle cry leapt straight up in the air and split it right in half from the mask with my sword. The creature dissipated into nothingness and I smirked and leaned my sword on my shoulder, "That's what you get for underestimating the great Kamina," I said. I turned around and saw a crowd had gathered. Oh I seem to have gathered some fans.

An old man stepped forth from the crowd. He was bald, with saggy eyes, pale skin, white hair going down past his ears and a mustache that sagged below his short beard, "You there, you slew the hollow?" he asked me.

"If you're talking about that ugly masked freak," I said jabbing my thumb towards me, "Yeah I took care of him."

"You…you saved us all. Who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?" I asked and prepared my grandstanding speech, "I am the undying hero, the man of the ultimate willpower. I am the hero of the Great Gurren Gang, Kamina-sama, slayer of beastmen! At your service!"

"The Gurren Gang? Can't say I've heard of them. Is it some form of Soul Reaper faction?" the old man asked.

"Again with this Soul Reaper junk," I said getting ticked off with all these weird terms, "I'm just a human," I shouted taking off my glasses.

"Ah I see," the old man said, "You have yet to understand where exactly you are."

"Just what's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Allow me to clarify things for you Kamina-san. You are not a human anymore. You are a Soul. You came here to this place known as the Soul Society after you passed on from wherever it is you came from," he pointed behind me with his cane, "That creature you fought is called a hollow. They eat people like us, and someone of your caliber would be a prime target for your abundance of spiritual energy. If you were able to defeat it," he pointed to my sword with his cane, "Then that must be a Zanpakuto."

"Say what now?" I asked trying to clean wax out of my ears. Most of that went right over my head. I mean I hadn't heard of half the words he was saying. Hollows? Soul Reapers? Zanpakutos? Soul Society? What fairy tail dream was I having?

The old man sighed, "Basically your dead. You fought an evil creature called a hollow and your sword is a special type of sword called a Zanpakuto. It's rare for normal individuals to have them."

Bypassing everything else he said, one thing stuck out, "Wait a minute I'm dead? I feel fine I…" unconsciously I had slammed my hand right to where I got struck by Thymilph. There's no scar…now that I think about it, shouldn't I be covered in bandages or something or at the very least resting in some medical bay on Dai-Gunzan. I mean I told Yoko I'd repay her ten times over to. Ah well this is just great…lost my girl…my bro and my life. The weight in my sword shifted and brushed against my cape and I felt my sunglasses, oh well least I still have my sword, my cape and my awesome shades.

"Come to your senses?" the old man asked.

"I think I get what you're saying," I said scratching the back of my head. I decided to start with one question at a time. "So what's this Soul Reaper stuff you keep going on about?" I asked.

"Soul Reapers are individuals who kill creatures like the one you destroyed for a living. They are a military organization for this world. That organization is called the Gotei 13."

"I see," great now I could add Gotei 13 to the list of confusing terms, Soul Reapers good, hollows bad, I thought, if I kill hollows, I grinned, I guess that makes me one of the good guys.

"You said your name was Kamina correct?" the old man asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well Kamina if you don't plan to become an official Soul Reaper would you like to stay here in this village? A warrior like yourself would be welcome in this place.

Let's see now, I pondered, looking through the crowd, no hot women to keep me satisfied, this place looks more rundown than Jiha village, I'd sooner take my chances with the Soul Reapers. Besides, without me it'd be up to Simon to become the hero of Dai-Gurren, it'll be up to him to realize the destiny he carries, I closed my eyes, I thought saving everyone would be my destiny, but I guess not, if so my destiny must exist here in this place, this "Soul Society", if so, then I should become a Soul Reaper. If they're the buff around here I'll become one of them and I will head for the top and become a hero! "No thanks," I told the old man, "If I just stay here and be a hero to a small group like you what life is that? I'm gonna head out and be one of them Soul Reapers. If these hollows or whatever you called them wanna eat people like us then I'm gonna become one of the good guys. I'll hunt enough of those masked freaks and strike at the source. I'll walk straight up to the king of hollows and kick his ass, so that no one has to suffer at the hands of those freaks!"

"But hollows only attack us as part of a natural cycle of life which…"

I was NOT hearing more of this confusing crap. I had my own belief system, "I don't wanna hear it!" I said, "Where I come from logic and reasoning are meaningless. I follow my instinct and my manly pride and follow the path my eyes see before me. If there's a wall in my path I'll knock it down. If my path stops short I'll make my own. Just who the hell," I pointed to myself, "do you think I am? I, Kamina-sama, former leader of the Great Gurren Gang will become a Soul Reaper and rise to the top!" I felt as if a volcano exploded behind me, which would've been awesome, but there was no such thing here.

The old man sighed again, "Well if that's the case you should make for the Seireitai. That's where the Soul Reapers reside. Follow me to my place Kamina-san, I'll give you some things for your journey, we do owe you our lives after all."

"Great, thanks old man."

I followed the old codger to his lodge. He gave me a map of the Soul Society and pointed out my location in relevance to the world. I was given a bundle of food to carry, which he said would be enough to last me over to the next town. 5000 Kan, something known as money. Money is something you use to buy goods and services in this world. Things are certainly different in this place. When I had all my things together I bundled it up in a sack and headed for the door to old fart's house.

"All right," I said, "Time to head out."

"Be careful out there," the old man told me.

Be careful? "Just the who the hell do you think I am?" I asked without turning around. I clenched my fist, "I'm Kamina from…from…" I turned towards the old man a bit, "Say what's the name of this place anyways?"

"This village has no name," he told me, "we are just a nameless village in the 78th rukongai district, Inzuri."

"All right then," I said and cleared my throat and pointed towards the sky, "I am Kamina from the Rukongai 78, Inzuri. I will stomp any hollows in my path, fight any challenge thrown at me. Like my brother Simon I'll dig my way to the top." I beat my fist against my chest, "No surface or wall will stop this many spirit from becoming a Soul Reaper." With that I flapped out my cape and walked out the door, "Later old man," I said. I walked on, the sun setting behind me, away from the civilization. My destination: the Seireitai. My goal: to become a Soul Reaper. My objective: to become a hero to the Gotei 13. My Destiny: not quite sure yet, but I know I'll find it. My name is Kamina. I have died and gone to the afterlife, but life it seems does not end in death. I was born and raised in Jiha village. I died on the battlefield I now journey through the afterlife for a purpose. This is my story.