Disclaimer: Bleach and Ghostbusters are both established franchises of which I place no claim on, nor do I make a profit as this is a fan based work please support the official releases of the seperate films/anime.
An awkward silence decsended over the Ghostbusters after they arrived at thier destination. A contact in a small town named Karakura had offered them a place to set up buisness, he spoke surprisingly good English for a man who had aparently lived in Japan for a very long time. The only tough bit was getting all the equipment there.
Long story short what happened next was a combination of the worst road-trip to the other side of the country ever undertaken in the history of the United States of America, a boat ride from hell to get the car, the packs and the traps across the ocean had taken far too long, things got on people's nerves too easily and there was now an extra ghost in the trap named Slimer. They'd hoped things to improve once they finally settled down in thier new location, set up shop so to speak but instead what they got was well...
"A junk shop." Ray said, just looking at the small store with only a footpath for access.
"While I admit that our buisness partner did mention that he ran a small shop in the heart of town..." Egon said defensivley.
"With little connection to any main roads."
"Not to mention our power usage. Those packs really put a drain on the grid if we can even get them hooked up."
"It's a junk shop."
"Is there even a plase to park the car? I mean, we brought it on the boat for nothing."
"Also, guys? Remind me never to travel by sea ever again. That was one of the worst journey's ever undertaken."
"Its a freaking junk shop! It won't even have a fireman's pole! I want my pole!"
"Now Ray, it may look bad from the outside but I'm sure Mister Kisuke knew exactly what he was getting into."
"Tessai? Yoruichi? Has anyone seen my clothes? Come on, this isn't funny!" A man with blonde hair rushed out with only a green and white hat to cover certain areas that can avoid description at lower age ratings "Ah..." the man stuttered, turning to face the 4 of them as the ghostbusters on sync looked directly up at the sky.
"Stupid narrative causality." Venkman mumbled.
"Any progress?" Captain Mayuri asked the 10th seat of the 12th division.
"Did a scan on the area, Captain Mayuri. spiritual particles are floating around that district but the strange thing is, this happened within the last 15 years, its a sudden spike instead of a gradual increase."
"We know that, you fool. Do we have a cause?"
"Well the only thing we can tell is that there's an eye in the storm of particles, right here, but other than that nothing and there has been no more activity to say anything other than we might need to replace the equipment."
"So in everything we've done over the past 2 weeks we still know nothing more about this disturbance." Mayuri summerized
"Oh well, it can't be helped." The captain said, patting the seated officer on the back before pressing the big red button to the side of his desk. The un-named shinigami plummeted down a trap door as flames on par with the captain commander's Shikai rose up to meet him.
"AAAAAAAGGGGRH! I'M BURNING!"
"Let that be a lesson tha-" Mayuri began to explain, shouting down the hole.
"AAAAAAAH! IT STILL HURTS EVEN THOUGH THE FLAMES HAVE DIED DOWN SLIGHTLY!" The man conitnued to scream "OH GOD THERE BACK UP AGAAAAAAIINNNN!"
"As I was say-"
"MY FLESH SMELLS LIKE BACON! ITS MAKING ME HUNGRY BUT I'M STILL ON FIRE!"
"OKAY! I'M STILL ALIVE AND CAN PROBABLY GET USED TO THIS AS LONG AS THE TEMPERATURE IS MAINTAINED AT APROXIMATLEY THREE HUNDRED DEGREES CENTIGRADE!"
"Nemu, if you will." He said, nodding at his luetenant who as subtley requested fell straight down the hole, her expression never changing.
"YOU KNOW AFTER THE FIRST FEW SECONDS OF BLINDING AGONY YOU REALLY START TO APRIECIEATE THE PATTERNS ON THE WALL THAT THE FLAMES ARE MAKE-" A snap echoed up through the inferno pit as the shouting ceased. A minute later, Luetenat Nemu walked back into the room, her face covered in burns and her uniform crisped. Her hair also seemed to be slightly wet.
"Thank you Nemu."
"I regret to inform you that the sprinklers are now active in hall 147."
"It is connected to the barracks."
"A 'no' would have sufficed luietenant." He said, returning to his magazine that the Luietenant of the 1st division had suggested the captains might wanted to read if they wanted information about the area of the disturbance. It was called 'Time' magazine, aparently a very respected publication, sure the copy Mayuri had found was a little old but barely a drop in the water, if anything had resurged there might be something in the work, it was less than a century old afterall. "Whoever this 'Hitler' is this journal really needs to stop talking about him so much."
I apologize for activating Godwin's law.