Alright, and just so you people know, this takes place in the bleach universe but focuses around Naruto and the Yondaime. I'm putting it under the Naruto category because of its focus and lack of focus around actual bleach charaters. Of course, there will be interaction; it wouldn't be fun if there wasn't.
New Update: Disregard what it says above. This story does take place in the Bleach universe, but its from Naruto's perspective. I was gonna have it focus around Naruto and the Yondaime, it just didn't work out that way. I don't know if I should change its category or not or even if I can. I really don't know what I just said.
Important: Well, I changed this chapter little bit but nothing big, I'm sure of it, at least, I think I did. Yeah, I forget if it would help to re-read the chapter to help with the explanation in chapter. Curse my horrid memory, making me forget stuff I did hardly hours before. T.T
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Bleach.
Or, So He Thought
"Well, I didn't think that would throw you into depression," a man's voice said sheepishly as the room morphed into a plain (though not a hospital room, Naruto sighed in relief at that realization)room. "Genjutsu," the sheepish voice continued.
Naruto's eyes flickered to a blond, widely grinning man. Naruto's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Blond hair, sky blue eyes, the same face on the Hokage monument; the man was…
"Oh my God! You're the Yondaime Hokage!" Naruto shouted. The blond man's face morphed into a falsely humble expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but Naruto interrupted agrilly, "It's all your fault!" And the bedridden blond lashed a clenched fist at the man's face angrily.
The blond man's eyes widened in surprise and his mouth dropped open but he still expertly dodged the hastily thrown punch, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, no need to get violent!"
"No need to get violent? No need to get violent!" Naruto growled out heatedly, "You fucking sealed that fucking bastard demon in me, you fucking man-whore!" Once again, Naruto lashed out, and once again, the blond man dodged, "Take your punishment like a man!"
By this time, Naruto's eyes were a fiery, crimson and his once blunt nails had grown out into razor claws. His whisker marks thickened and lengthened. Overall, he looked quite primal and ferocious.
"Oh, for the love of," he was cut off as he had to duck under a swipe of Naruto's claws. The blond man did a few hand seals in between dodging and slammed glowing fingers into the younger blonde's abdomen. The effect was immediate as the red chakra receded and then disappeared all together.
"Nn, I feel so tired," Naruto groaned.
"Well, duh, I just cut you off from a large chakra supply," the man stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Bastard," the young blond grumbled.
"Now, is that anyway to speak to your father," the man pretended to reprimand.
"F-father?" Naruto shouted wide-eyed, completely forgetting about his anger.
The man blinked, "You mean they didn't tell you?" Naruto shook his head, "Really? I thought they would have," the man shrugged, "Well, I, Kazama Arashi, am your father!" The blond man, now known as Arashi, placed fisted hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. His hair waved to a sudden unexplainable breeze and light seemed to shine off him.
"Creepy," Naruto muttered.
"Huh? What was that, Naruto?" Arashi looked to Naruto.
"Oh, uh, nothing," Naruto lied.
"Oh, okay," the blond man shrugged.
Naruto sweatdropped, How gullible.
"Oh, and I'm not creepy," the blond man stated manner-o-factly like.
Or not.
Naruto looked around again as he sat on the floor to tired to keep standing, "So, am I dead or not?"
Arashi turned solemn, "In a way. I am rather disappointed that you would commit suicide though."
Naruto pierced his father with his own sapphire gaze, "In my situation, you would have done the same. Don't deny it, I know you would have."
Arashi sighed at his son's pessimistic tone, "Perhaps," Naruto glared at him, "Alright, under that much hatred, that much contempt and unloved feelings, I would have committed suicide long before you," the blond man sighed again, "We were only human after all."
The two fell into a tense, depressed silence where they contemplated those words.
Finally, Arashi broke the silence, "I am sorry. I never wanted them to hate you so much. You were supposed to be their hero; I had the highest hopes that you would be viewed as I wished you to," he sighed sadly, "But, they are only human, and humans are such fickle creatures."
"Are we not human anymore?" Naruto questioned.
"No, we're something all our own now. We're neither dead nor alive."
"Huh?"
Arashi chuckled bitterly, "In this world we reside in now, the inhabitants are spirits. To the shinigami who protect and bring souls here and to hell, to the souls who now reside here but are without the reiatsu of the shinigami, they are spirits without bodies.
"We, on the other hand, still possess our bodies and all the abilities that come with them along with the reiatsu of our spirits. We are in the land of the dead but do not belong. Hell, we're not even in our world's afterlife."
"Huh?"
"Our home world, where the great shinobi nations reside, is in another universe. The universe this afterlife belongs to is different. The humans know not of chakra, and use machines that fire small, but piercing objects that can pierce through bone. They have machines that can fly and move faster than even I can run. They have machine's on wheel's that can move as fast as two-hundred miles an hour. They have weapon's that can destroy entire nations without them once setting foot on their soil. It's a horrible, dangerous world, and still the humans are the same, greedy, ignorant creatures who hardly can see passed a face or appearance or reputation.
"It's a horrible reality to those who are unused to seeing such things."
Naruto shivered, "That's awful," Arashi nodded solemnly in response, "And how exactly did we get here?"
"Well," Arashi started, "It was our contact with the shinigamis. Our contact with them gave us reiatsu, which was enough for me to come here and it built up in you and now you're here."
They lapsed into silence once more.
That is, until Naruto asked a question that immediately lightened the blond man's mood: "So, what exactly are we?"
Arashi grinned and Naruto could tell he was going to regret asking, "I've been working on this ever since I realized you were gonna be coming here too."
"Oh god, save me," Naruto pleaded.
The blond man cleared his throat, "We are the souls who wonder, our powers unrivaled. We possess all the powers of the shinigami and more yet know no law. We have the freedom of a hollow yet no shinigami eyes us as prey. We are dead but still, we possess our bodies. We can be spirits invisible to most or real bodies on the earth. We can travel between the living and dead, our ability to wonder knows no limits. Our powers knows no bounds and forever we will live," he took his earlier pose and Naruto cringed. He adamantly kept telling himself he wasn't related to this, to this, to this thing.
"And what exactly does that mean," Naruto deadpanned.
The blond man's arms fell, his shoulders dropped, and his chin hit his chest. He let out a mournful wail, "Oh, my son does not share my enthusiasm! The horror! The horror!" The drama queen cried.
Naruto's adamant protest of being related to this man grew louder. His desperate hope that this was all some type of dream and that this idiotic, moronic man was no way related to him grew, Oh god, oh god, please, I'm begging you, don't let this be true, Naruto wailed in his thoughts.
Tears streamed down the blond man's face and horrible wails kept escaping his parted lips. Did this man have no dignity?
"Arashi-kun? Is something wrong?" Naruto's head snapped up at the voice. Could it be? Could it really be him?
An old man stepped through the door. His wrinkled face further creased in worry. Gray hair and gray beard; a liver spot here and there.
Yes, it was him. Naruto's eyes glittered with tears, "O-old man Hokage."
AN: And there you have it. The sequel to the Final Decision. Yeah, I know, its a bit odd.