A/N:

Hi, this is my first story, and it will be a slight Bleach/Naruto crossover, mainly in the Bleach universe. At most, there will probably be 3-4 people from the Naruto universe in this fic, so I'm sorry if this isn't the kind of fic you were looking for.

Back to the fic, Naruto will be one of the main characters. He will get four girls in this fic, but he will have to work for two, and the others will be introduced later.

I'm new to writing stories in general, so I hope you will forgive any mistakes I make and help me make this story the best it can be. :)

Speech:"hi"

Thoughts:Interesting

Biju/Zanpakutö thought/speech: "RAAAWR!"

Shinigami techniques/Jutsu: (Sexy jutsu/Oiroke no jutsu/Hado #4: Byakurai)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Naruto or Van Helsing. Tite Kubo owns Bleach and Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto. Sometimes I wonder if I even want to own them. It might be more trouble them it is worth :p With that said, I do want to own those hand saws and my very own cuddly nine tailed fox :p

Chapter 1. Are you kidding me?!

It was a stormy night in Soul Society. Dark clouds littered the sky, and heavy rain fell on anyone who were unlucky enough to have guard duty. The only lights were those made to illuminate houses, and the occasional bolt of lightning that would tear through the darkness. Most farmers would praise the rain, for it was a blessing after two weeks of dry weather. But then there were those that couldn't help but feel that this storm was an ominous sign that something that should never happen was set in motion.

Captain Commander Genryüsai Yamamoto of the thirteen court guard squads sat in his office in the first division barracks. He was the oldest Shinigami still alive, and he had the scars to prove it. His long white eyebrows frame his face, and just above them, he had a cross shaped scar. His eyes could see through a person and spoke of great wisdom only obtained from years and years of experience. He has a long white beard and moustache, which is a contrast to his black Soul Reaper kimono. Over his shoulders, he wears a white haori with the first division insignia clearly visible on the back, and by his right side is a big wooden cane that conceals his Zanpakutö. Not for the first time this night, the Captain Commander gives a weary sigh. Only he and a select few are aware of what the ominous weather means.

"Bring me Sui Fëng." Yamamoto says to no one in particular, and yet he knows that his order will be followed to the letter.

Not for the first time in his life, did the Captain Commander wonder if his subordinates could so easily forget that he had over one thousand years of experience. And not for the first time did the Captain Commander think back to the events that happened roughly fifty years ago. It was raining that night as well. That night, when four captains, three vice captains and the lieutenant of the Kidö corps were turned into Shinigami/Hollow hybrids and had to flee Soul Society along with the captain of the Kidö corps, the captain of squad twelve and the captain of squad two. Even fifty years later, there was still problems with friction between the new captains.

"Sui Fëng reporting, Sir."

And just like that, the Captain Commander was brought out of his thoughts. He let his eyes drift over her body, and took in her sleeveless haori with yellow sash, grey eyes, and short black hair with two long braids ending in golden rings and a sword strapped horizontally along her lower back. She looked to be in her twenties, but the Captain Commander knew better. Soul reapers aged far slower than humans, after all. This was indeed the captain of the second division, as well as the leader of the stealth force and the punishment squad. Yamamoto took a few seconds to compose himself, because he knew that what he was about to say was not only top secret, but also of grave importance to Soul society.

"How do you feel lately, Sui Fëng?" Yamamoto let the question stay open, because he didn't want to force her to say anything.

"As good as always, Sir. I'm ready for duty." Both knew the first statement was a lie. Sui Fëng felt deeply betrayed when the previous captain of the second squad, Yaruichi Shihöin, left Soul Society roughly fifty years ago. But she also knew that the Captain Commander wouldn't press it unless something important happened.

"Good. What I am about to tell you is a secret only a handful of people know. You are not to tell anyone except those already involved in the secret. Is that clear?" The last phrase was laced with a bit of spiritual pressure. Not enough for any physical discomfort, but enough to show that he was serious.

"Yes, Sir. I will take this secret to the grave if necessary." She knew that the Captain Commanders word was law, and she knew what it felt like to be betrayed. She would not be the one to break the Captain Commanders trust.

"Excellent, but before I begin, I think some backstory is in order, so you may grasp the full picture. Roughly 400 years ago, there was a huge battle waged between humans, in a place which at that time was called the elemental nations. These humans had special powers that they called chakra. These special powers were not unlike Kidö or the special effects of a Zanpakutö…"

Twelfth squad. Research and development.

While the storm was pounding on the roofs, sparks were flying inside the research and development facility. One apparatus had arcs of electricity run between two metal rods, while another was rotating and giving off sparks to all sides. A man was hunched over an operating table, where a white blanket was covering something that looked like a human body with several wires attached to it.

"Igor, we need more power." The man had a gleam in his eyes. His white coat emblazoning the squad twelve mark on the back. He simply lived for experiments such as this. The storm was the perfect condition, and he would partially use it for this particular experiment.

"Yes, master." Was the answer from his assistant, a black haired woman that looked to be in her late twenties. She had black hair in a single large braid going down her back, dark green eyes and a hearth shaped face. On her left arm she has a vice captain badge that clearly says twelfth squad.

"Do we really have to do this?" She asks, in a rare show of emotions.

"Yes, we do. Now shut up and follow the script." Mayuri Kurotsuchi said, clearly annoyed that his vice captain had ruined the atmosphere.

"Yes, Sir." Barely audible she said: "I blame vice captain Matsumoto for forcing us all to watch that vampire/werewolf movie, although it did give me some ideas to new weapons I can use…" Without knowing it, her captain had the exact same thoughts. Those saws1 could deal some damage as well as be useful during dissections.

AATCHOO! On the other side of Seireitei, an orange haired woman could be heard sneezing in her office in the tenth squad.

"Captain, I think the weather is making me sick. Can I take the rest of the day off?"

"Absolutely not, Rangiku. There is far too much paperwork as there is. Besides, you haven't been outside since yesterday, so how would you get sick?" Captain Töshirö Hitsugaya was not amused. His Vice-Captain would take any chance she got to relax and drink her sake.

"Aww, but Captain…"

"Very well." An evil glint in his eye. "You can either continue your work, or walk all the way to squad four in the rain for a check-up. If they say you are ill, you will be allowed to walk back and rest for the day."

"Fine..." Let it be known that Rangiku was no fan of rain.

Twelfth squad. Research and development

Just then, a lightning bolt struck a metal conductor on the roof of the facility. The lightning, along with concentrated spiritual particles, was sent to a machine. This machine would regulate the flow, and then send it into the body on the operating table. The body then arched its back against the restraints that held the hands and feet in place. The whole body would twitch violently before the steady bleeping sound from a machine would sound out.

"It's alive. It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!" Somewhere in the afterlife, a certain Victor Frankenstein was a very proud man. Mayuri Kurotsuchi had a smile that could split his face (And with his body modifications, it probably did). The experiment had gone just as planned, and it was now up to him to see if it was a success or not.

First squad, captains' office.

Sui Fëng was shocked. Her lower jaw would have hit the floor had she not had the training from both the stealth force and the punishment squad.

"Let me make this clear. Research and development are working on cloning the strongest fighter from possibly the most intense war in human history. We are doing this as a response to the growing strength of the hollows in Hueco Mundo?"

"That is correct, Sui Fëng." Although not the entire truth, but that is for me to know until certain events unfold.

"And since they were known to fight in a similar way as the stealth force, you want me to supervise his training?"

"Correct again. If he is to help us keep balance, then it would be best if he is at top physical condition."

Someone knocking on the door interrupted anything else that could be said. Yamamoto of course, knew who it was for he was expecting to hear from them eventually.

"Enter" was Yamamoto's only response to the interruption. In came Nemu Kurotsuchi, who quickly bowed to the Captain Commander.

"Report." Was the only word Yamamoto spoke, trying not to sound too excited.

"Sir, the experiment was a success. Would you like to observe it for yourself?" Nemu was soaking wet, clearly showing what to expect should anyone venture outside in the storm. "Yes, of course. Please lead the way. Sui Fëng, please join us, you need to see this as well."

Twelfth squad. Research and development.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi is standing next to the operating table. His face is black, with the outer edges and the nose painted white. His eyes are a golden colour, and golden cones protect his ears and chin. To complete the outfit, he wears a hat with two long points going to his right, a purple scarf and he has one long nail on his middle finger.

"I'm so glad you could make it at such a short notice, Captain Commander. This truly is an interesting specimen." The head of research and development was obviously very excited to be working on this project. Those who knew him could see the clear signs that the twelfth captain would most likely lock himself inside the lab until there was no more data to collect from his new test subject.

"I trust everything went as expected?" Yamamoto could see the clear outline of the body that was on the operating table, the slow rising and falling over the chest area a clear sign that the person was alive.

"Ah, there were some complications, and we had to use the same gigai technology that was used on Nemu, because the soul was too unstable." As an afterthought, he added.

"It was almost like this person had several souls tightly woven together with his own, but that is unheard of in the records from Seireitei." Yamamoto was slightly troubled by this news, but kept a blank face.

"Do you believe there will be any side effects because of this?" Mayuri looked like he couldn't care either way. Most likely because it would give him more data to study.

"At this point, we can't say for sure. The best thing we can do is continue to monitor him for any changes. According to his brain activity, he should remain unconscious for at least a week."

Inside mysterious persons mind.

Nine figures could be seen standing in a circle on top of what looked like a seal with the yin/yang emblem in the middle. You could barely see the outlines of the figures, but if you looked closely, you could see that they were all looking towards the centre of the circle. There was a man who lay on his back in the centre of the circle. His sun-kissed, almost yellow hair was spiky on top with two chin long bangs framing his face, and in the back, it went down to shoulder length in a messy ponytail. On his cheeks, he had three black lines that looked almost like whiskers. Along with the messy blonde hair, he had had those since the day he was born. He lay there in the clothes he wore while he was alive. A knee length burnt orange coat with arms and a hood that had several seals inside. Although you couldn't see it, there was nine spirals forming a square on the back of it. On his chest, he wore a tight black muscle shirt with three red slashes going from left shoulder to right hip. The shirt did little to hide the sleek muscles underneath it. He wore baggy black pants with six pockets and was taped to his ankles before his feet ended in wooden geta.

Suddenly, the man began to stir, and this was what the nine figures had been waiting for. He slowly opened his eyes to reveal deep pacific blue eyes that were slightly unfocused. He blinked a few times before he sat up and looked around. He gave a small smile when he recognised the nine figures, but then he frowned.

"If this is Edo Tensei, then I'm gonna kick some ass once I get out of here." The nine figures snickered a bit at that, glad to hear the voice of the man once again. One of them then spoke in a deep male voice.

"It is good to see you again, but you as well as we should be aware that Edo Tensei is impossible after what you did. We all knew it had to be done, but you needed balls to propose that all chakra except what was necessary to live was to be sealed off permanently." The man rubbed the back of his head while looking sheepish. His face and body was that of a man in his early twenties, but the eyes showed that he had many years of experience.

"Yeah. With the use of chakra, wars escalated to the point of genocide, and after the last big battle, I think everyone was tired of fighting. It didn't take much to convince everyone that it was necessary." Like if the figure in front of him could read his mind it spoke.

"Although our power have been weakened after being dead for who knows how long, we are unable to sense anyone with the ability to use chakra. Our conclusion is that whoever brought us back did it with other means, and that the sealing you did was most likely a success." The man looked slightly relieved.

"Well, since we have established that, then perhaps it's time to see who wanted us so bad that they had to bring us back to life."

"I agree. The sooner you wake up, the sooner we can figure out what's going on. I doubt I need to warn you, but I will say it anyways: Don't mention us if you can. After all, we don't know what they know, so they have the upper hand for now."

"You got it. Take care, Kurama."

"We will see you soon, kit."

Twelfth squad. Research and development.

The monitors by the operating table began to flash and bleep faster. Deep breathing could be heard, compared to the shallow breaths earlier that indicated a coma like state. Everyone in the room, Mayuri included, was shocked by this. Here was a person that was supposed to be in a coma state for another week, and he just woke up. No one was quite sure what would happen next until the man on the table spoke.

"I can only see white. Man I hope I'm not in the hospital again. Sakura would kill me." They all were surprised by this, but Mayuri recovered quickly and said.

"At any rate, it looks like the universal translator works. Nemu, remove the blanket, so our test subject might see us." The blanket was folded so the body from the stomach to head was uncovered. The man on the table squinted in the bright light before his eyes adjusted and he put a frown on his face. He had seen enough of Orochimarus' test subjects to know that he hated that name. The captains were all on the same side of the operating table, so the man only needed to turn his head to get a good look at them. Ok, so we have an old man who could pass for an older Hiruzen Sarutobi, a guy that smiles like Orochimaru, a woman that could pass as Kabuto, although I don't sense anything sinister about her, and finally a woman who holds loneliness and pain inside her. Before anyone has the time to say anything, they all hear a great rumbling, and the man looks at them sheepishly.

"Hey, you don't have any food here, do you? I would prefer ramen, but if you don't have any at hand I can take anything." The people there just gaped, until Nemu came in with some soup in a large bowl. She filled a smaller bowl and took a spoon before she started to feed the man. After giving him the fourth bowl, he smiled and thanked her for the delicious food.

"Ok, so I don't know why I'm here, where here is, or what you want with me. I can tell that you brought me back for a reason, and I don't feel any pain, so I assume that it went like planned. I would shake your hand, but mine are a bit tied up at the moment so I guess I'll just introduce myself. I am a ninja from Konohagakure no Sato or Konoha for short and my name is Naruto Uzumaki."

Omake: Reincarnations from the past.

While Sakura was walking around in Seireitei, she suddenly spotted the most gravity defying grey hair that she had ever seen. She couldn't believe it. Naruto had told her that the three of them were the only ones that were brought back, but that gravity defying hair could only belong to one person. Quickly running over, she lunges for the person and ends up toppling them both over. In joyous disbelief she cries out.

"Kakashi sensei! It's been so long." Taking a second she gets a good look at him. "Kakashi sensei, why are you so short? And what are you doing here with Anko Mitarashi?"

To stunned to say anything, his vice Captain steps in.

"Look here, honey. I'm not sure who you are calling Kakashi and Anko, but I am Rangiku Matsumoto, and this is my Captain, Toshiro Hitsugaya."

"Are you sure? The way you dress I was sure you were Anko. Perhaps the memories will come back once you try to taste a bit of my blood?"

…

…

Out of confusion, the only thing Rangiku could do was attack.

"Growl Hineko!" Her Zanpakuto turned into dust that started to swirl around her.

"You bitch! I killed Sasori of the red sand. Do you honestly think a bit of ash could bring me down?!" (Big catfight begins. Just like Tsunade would have done, the fight ended after 5 minutes and both decided to go get drunk.)

…

In the world of the living, Hinata was sitting with Ichigo and the others on the roof of Karakura high school. She was squinting her eyes, trying to look for something that must obviously be there. The usually stoic Uryu Ishida was getting a little uncomfortable.

"You have been staring at me for the past twenty minutes. Do I have something in my face? Are my glasses funny?"

"Neji-niisan, don't you remember me? Fate made it so we would meet again."

A confused Uryu had no idea what Hinata was talking about. With a frightened look, he stood up and took a step backwards when Hinata began shouting about the power of youth. By the time she had henged into a man with a bowl cut, big eyebrows and a green spandex suit he had already fled the rooftop. Uryu was the only one that didn't have to go to mental therapy after seeing the incredibly dangerous genjutsu where two almost identical green spandex clad men were hugging in front of a big sunset.

A/N:

Ok, so first chapter is now over. I know there will be questions, and that is good in my opinion. If everything was straightforward then it would be boring, and that's no fun to read. There will most likely be answers to the most common questions in the next few chapters, so just give me time to write them :p Reviews are appreciated. I want to know if I do something good, and what bad stuff I do so I can fix it. I'm counting on you, readers. :)

1 Be honest. Of all the non-lightsabre weapons out there, you can't go wrong if you have a motorized handsaw like that. You can chop wood, chop people, chop wood, chop animals and chop some more wood. It's perfect.