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Predestined – Written by 10ShizukaYuukiMistress10

A/N: My first cross-over so please be kind!

Summary - From the moment of his birth, he'd been both blessed and cursed with the powers of a demon. The challenge became too difficult and he didn't succeed. But as fate has it, Naruto was supposed to be powerful in both lives. Ichigo is his mentor in this one.

:: oOo :: Prologue :: oOo ::

It was dark and eerie. No light succeeded in finding him.

The type of atmosphere that the place brought, reminded Naruto of the many times that he'd had to look into his subconscious and negotiate with Kurama.

It usually sent shivers all over him, but he didn't feel anything this time. Not only did this worry the ex- jinchūriki but it frightened him too. He'd rather be here with the demon than alone.

He took a step forward, then another until he was running in the darkness with no destination in mind. This reminded him of the times when he'd tried to bring Sasuke back. It was like this, maybe not as scary but worse in the factor of emotions. He'd felt betrayed then but now he felt….

Just then, something collided with his head.

"Ouch!" He fell backwards, but didn't hit the ground, or anything in the least. It was almost like falling off a cliff, into a bottomless pit.

So what had he been walking – or running – on this whole time? And what was it that he'd hit? Naruto frowned, realising that he couldn't actually remember.

The blonde haired teenager was brought back into reality when his whole body continued to get vacuumed further into the darkness without fail. This was bad.

Never in his life had he been in this situation.

If this wasn't some sort of jutsu, then he could be in the underworld, and therefore already dead.

The nine-tailed demon fox wasn't here either, and that could possibly mean the end of the Hidden Leaf Village.

There was a high chance that if he didn't do anything now, he'd be in a lot more trouble later.

So this left Naruto with only one option left. He'd use the power of brute force to somehow climb his way back up. His hopes withered when he discovered that there was nothing to grip onto after five minutes of flapping his arms like an idiot.

Well there was nothing he could do about this, so Naruto quickly came to a logical conclusion. He'd just have to fall in style until something new came up.

He managed to intertwine his hands and hook them behind his head, then prop his left leg over the other.

Never in his life had he ever thought of giving up, but there was an exception: He didn't even know whether or not he was still alive. That or he was trapped in a powerful jutsu consisting of a dark bottomless sphere.

Wait. Why does it have to be a sphere? If it was bottomless, then wouldn't it just be a… shape with no sides?

His thoughts seemed to be getting even more bizarre as seconds passed, a possible effect of the 'jutsu' or simply time.

His thoughts soon led him to think of his friends back at the village, and if this was happening to them too. He couldn't bear to think of it.

Then suddenly, without warning, he stopped moving completely and his feet came into contact with a firm structure. There wasn't anything that could be called a floor to see, but some sort of force was holding him.

Looking around, he still saw nothing else apart from a light, ghostly mist which circled around his footing area. This didn't seem to bother him, although he was curious.

It was silent for a few more moments, with Naruto staring down the new mysterious place, simply trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Then he heard it.

The sound of movement was almost inaudible. But he very narrowly caught onto it with his sensitive ears.

It was like the sound of a soft flutter of a creature, and sure enough only a few inches away from him was a butterfly with wide and elegant, violet wings.

Before he could think of doing anything, it disappeared. And in exchange something else was in its place.

Naruto didn't know what to make out of this. So he was dead after all. Figures. He'd have to visit Maboroshi Kisuke – (A/N: The man who died twice) – sometime then. And of course his sensei the prevy sage and the fourth Hokage and his mother.

A spirit stood before him. It looked like a boy, the same age as him but taller and with vibrant orange hair.

Naruto grinned and with this he received a confused expression from the ghost.

"Yo I'm Uzumaki Naruto! Nice to meet you!"

The orange haired boy frowned by furrowing his eye brows. The stealthy sword that was wrapped in bandages and strapped to his back suddenly disappeared. It then reappeared in a semi second inches away from a frightened Naruto's head, hilt first.

"Hey man I didn't mean to provoke you! – " Naruto quickly exclaimed, with a hand scratching the back of his neck and a bed of sweat building up on his fore head.

"I'm not here to have small talk now just stop your yapping and stay still. This'll only take a moment."

He slowly drew back the weapon, and before he could pound it into the blonde's head, Naruto raised a shaky hand.

The spirit being frowned but stopped anyway.

"W-will you at least tell me your name before you – " The ex- jinchūriki nervously began, trying to buy time. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

"Kurosaki Ichigo." He said, knowing that he probably wouldn't see Naruto again and just wanted this over with. He did have an actual life with school and homework other than soul reaper duties to see to.

"Ichigo… huh – " There was a blurr of so many different colours, that Naruto couldn't identify a single one out of the hundreds.

That bastard! He thought, both angry at himself and this Ichigo. What was going on?

Another jutsu? He thought, surprised that Madara had gone so far as to torture him in the afterlife too.

Fortunately for Naruto, when he opened his eyes, he was met with a new world. A new world he'd soon learn to call The Soul Society.