THIS IS A PREVIEW! This story is still a work in progress, and I'm not too sure about how far I'll get, but I wanted to get this up here to see what people think.

Please review with your thoughts and if you see any mistakes, please tell me about them, as I don't have a beta reader.

Thanks a bunchies!

~ Blue Moon ~

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor do I own Bleach and Naruto. However, I like to think I own the idea, but considering how much I still have not discovered on the world wide web, -and how I cannot read minds- I'm probably not the first one with this idea.

This chapter was named after the song 'At The Beginning' by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis

"Blah" - Talking

Blah - Thoughts

Blah - Kyuubi/Zanpakuto spirit

It's raining...
Glazed blue eyes stared above her as the drops of water fell from the cloudy sky.
How ironic...
Uzumaki Nagisa, twelve years old, genin of Konohagakure, lay limply on the ground. Her sunshine-gold hair surrounded her head like a halo. Her clothing was torn and stained with blood; a bloody hole that size of a fist mere centimeters away from her heart stood out against orange of her jacket.
You're dying, Kit.
It was true. Nagisa was dying, all because of someone she thought had been a friend.
"Nagisa - shit - I didn't - stay awake - don't - die -!"
That voice... It was so far away... Like it was at the end of a tunnel...
Sasuke...
"I'm - sorry! - don't die! -"
I'm sorry, Sasuke... Sakura-chan... Shikamaru... Neji... Kakashi-sensei... Ero-sannin... Kiba... Choji... Hinata... Ino... Baa-chan...
I'm sorry, Kyuubi.
Kurama... Call me Kurama.
Nagisa smiled faintly, Goodbye, Kurama.
Goodbye, Uzumaki Nagisa.
Goodbye, minna.

- And the rain continued to fall -

Sasuke stared down at the tiny body under his hands in shock.

Nagisa was dead, killed by his own hand.

The dark haired boy's sharingan spun rapidly as tears rolled down his cheeks.

He had killed his best friend; the one closest to his heart.

And yet, he felt no satisfaction, no power rushing through his body.

Only cold, and numb, and pain.

- As one door closed, another opened -

The kids from the village are afraid of me... Toshiro mused as he pushed himself from the tree he was leaning on, turning away from the fleeing children, I haven't really done anything to them, but everyone's afraid of me. Is it because of my white hair? Because of my turquoise eyes? Or... because of my cold personality? Toshiro didn't know... All he knew was that everyone was afraid of him - everyone but Granny, and Momo (but Momo wasn't here anymore, she left him to become a shinigami)
"You look lonely."
Toshiro jumped slightly at the voice, drawing him out of his thoughts; eyes widening as he looked up into the trees - towards the voice.
There, sitting on the lowest branch of a tree, legs swinging back and forth as bright eyes studied him, was a young girl; possibly his age (physically), with long golden hair and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen before. Her skin was pale, but not unhealthily so, and on each of her cheeks were three whisker-like scars. She was wearing a simple light blue yukata with little orange blossoms decorating the bottom.
Toshiro was at a loss of words as the girl dropped from the tree and landed lightly beside him.
"Let's be friends!" She chirped, a bright grin spread across her face, "I'm Uzumaki Nagisa! Who're you?"
She was shorter than him... Toshiro noted, before answering "Hitsugaya Toshiro."
Nagisa's grin widened, "It's nice to meet you, Toshiro-kun!"
Toshiro blinked, "Uh... You too, Uzumaki-"
"Nuh-un! It's Nagisa!"
"Y-you too, Nagisa..."
"Soo..." Nagisa started, "How long have you been here?"
The white-haired boy paused, "About three years, I think."
Nagisa hummed, "I only just woke up a few days ago."
"Only a few days?" Toshiro asked in surprise, "Have you found a place to stay yet?" His eyebrows furrowed; he knew from experience that it was rare that newly arrived souls had already found a place to stay.
"Nope."
Toshiro frowned slightly, "Baa-chan would probably let you stay with us, if you'd like."
Nagisa looked surprised, "You'd want me to stay with you?"
Toshiro shrugged, a faint embarrassed flush raising on his pale cheeks. "Well, ya..." He muttered quietly.
Nagisa positively beamed.
Blushing, Toshiro grabbed the blonde's wrist and started tugging her in the direction of his Baa-chan's home.

- A frosted heart began to thaw -

3 Months Later

"Baa-chan." Toshiro said, looking at his grandmother, Nagisa grinning beside him, "Nagisa and I are going into town for some jelly beans, we're running low."
Smiling gently, Baa-chan handed the white haired boy a handful of change and shooed the two children out.
"See you, Baa-chan!" Nagisa called, before bouncing out the door, Toshiro close behind her.

"Baa-chan's gotten really thin lately..." Toshiro said quietly, turquoise eyes downcast. Ever since I started having those dreams...

Nagisa bit her lip and nodded quietly, before forcing a grin on her face, "Let's just make sure we pick out her favorite jelly beans!"

Grinning, Nagisa followed Toshiro to the counter as he payed for the small bag of jelly beans the two of them had chosen.
"Your change is three kan." The shopkeeper told them,
"Thanks." Toshiro said, holding out his hand to take the change; however, the shopkeeper placed the tree coins on the counter and turned away from the two children.
Nagisa didn't miss the faint look of hurt that crossed Toshiro's pale face, and she scowled.
"Go home as soon as you're finished here." The shopkeeper told them.
Toshiro's face closed off and he looked down, picking up the coins from the counter.
Nagisa opened her mouth to snap at the stupid adult but someone else beat her to it.
"Hey you!"
Nagisa looked at the entrance to the shop as a female shinigami marched into the candy shop.
Toshiro had also turned around at the voice when a large pair of breasts smacked into his face, sending the poor boy staggering back, his head banging against the counter. He hit the ground with a thump, clutching the back of his head in pain.
"You shouldn't treat customers like that!" The strawberry-blonde woman snapped, and Nagisa watched in amusement as the shopkeeper cowered, "Are you taking advantage of them because they're kids?! I never realised how rude people at this store were!"
"N-No..."
The busty woman turned on Toshiro, grabbing him back the scruff of his yukata and lifting him up.
Nagisa couldn't help but muffle a giggle at the way her white haired friend dangled in the air, clutching the back of his head as he glared at the shinigami.
"How long are you going to sit and cry?! Man up and say what's on your mind!"
Toshiro glowered, "And who's fault is it?! Besides, I'm not crying!"
The angry look on the female shinigami's face was replaced by a perplexed one as Toshiro's glared deepened.
"I said, let go!" He snapped, slapping the woman's hand away and dropping to the floor. Spinning on his heel, Toshiro snatched Nagisa's hand and fled, dragging his blonde friend along behind him.

- And so fell the blade of fate -

"Hey, wait a sec!" Matsumoto Rangiku, Lieutenant of the 10th Division, called after the two retreating children, both of whom had an amazing amount of Reiatsu - probably more than a 3rd Seat but a little less than a Lieutenant. But, if you too into consideration of their age, it was quite a lot.
Sending one more glare towards the shopkeeper, Rangiku stepped out of the sweet shop and looked up at the darkening sky.
The boy's Reiatsu was frigid and cold, like a winter's wind, but oddly enough, the moment his hand touched the blonde girl's it turned almost protective, wrapping around the two children like a shield of ice.
The girl's Reitsu was wild and uncontrolled, hovering over her skin like a second skin and crackling with energy. It felt warm and protective. The moment when the white haired boy had touched her hand, her energy had weaved it's way through his own, like a blanket of warmth.
Having that amount of untrained Reiatsu in a place like this was dangerous, for both the children themselves and the people around them.
With a huff, Rangiku set off in the direction of the two children's Reiatsu signatures.

Rangiku found herself outside a small cabin, shivering slightly at the amount of frigid Reiatsu that washed over her while she watched the icy mist seep out of the door.
Making her way forward, the strawberry-blonde lieutenant quietly slid the door open.
The white haired boy was tossing and turning on his futon, icy mist lifting off his skin and covering the entire inside of the cabin in frost. An elderly woman was curled up on her own futon, shivering against the cold. And finally, the young blonde girl was burrowed up against the wall, her Reiatsu pulsed around her in an attempt to keep her warm.
"You should really learn how to control that Reiatsu of yours, Kid." Rangiku told the boy when he bolted up into a sitting position with a gasp, "Your grandma and the blonde girl look cold."
The kid's turquoise eyes widened as he looked at the two shivering figures. "Baa-chan... Nagisa..."
Rangiku crouched in front of the boy, resting her hand on his chest, "You can hear it can't you... That voice inside of you, calling for you..." His eyes were steadily widening. "You should become a shinigami. You and your blonde friend. You're both kids with too much power to control. You need training to control it, otherwise you're putting yourself and those around you in danger."
"Nng- Shiro-kun?" A sleepy voice spoke up, both Rangiku and the boy looked over as the blonde girl staggered over, rubbing her bright blue eyes. "Oh, 'ello there, Shinigami-chan." She greeted sleepily flopping over next to the white haired boy.
"She wants us to become shinigami." The boy muttered,
"Mhm... That's nice... It'd be cool, we'd get awesome swords 'nd everything..."
"Nagisa..."
"Seriously, Toshiro." Nagisa told him, "If we trained to become shinigami, we'd get the power to protect our precious people."
Rangiku smiled as she watched the two children. The blonde had wrapped her arm around the white haired boy's waist, and the white haired boy was absentmindedly running a hand through the long blonde locks.
They were adorable.
"You don't have to decide now." Rangiku told Toshiro, handing him two envelopes. "But think about it." She gently pushed the boy back down so that he was laying down again, the tiny blonde curled up against him, and pulled the blanket over the two children.
"Who are you?" He asked, looking at the shinigami.
Rangiku smiled, "Matsumoto Rangiku, Lieutenant of the 10th Division. You?"
"Hitsugaya Toshiro."
"Uzumaki Nagisa." The girl mumbled.
"Well then, Hitsugaya-kun, Uzumaki-chan, I hope I see you again."

- The wheels of the future began to turn -