An alternate reality.
Warnings: OOCness, Bad grammar, spelling mistakes, crap writing.
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A/N: My first attempt at a crossover; my second attempt at a fan fiction.
Might get a beta reader if a majority request it.
Also I a little confused about Naruto's technology, I recall seeing laptops in Orochimaru's lair, but if they have laptops, why don't they have mobile phones or cars, and why did they have to use a wooden boat in the naruto movie set in the Snowland or whatever, anyway onto the story.
Chapter one: Confusion
His dull emerald eyes clouded over in submission as he felt himself disintegrating, finally relieved of the burden known as the life, or technically speaking; the afterlife. I will not be missed. The thought bitterly rang deep within himself yet he knew it was the truth for all hollows that meet their end, as he gazed longingly to the only human he had shown emotion to.
His last question of his conscious mind died, along with himself.
Why did I latch upon the stories of human life that the woman told me like a man in the desert? Did I crave the emotions that I once held?
Suddenly he was no more, slumbering deep within a dark abyss. Everything faded away, nothing more than a fragment of himself.
" Ne, ne Ulquiorra, have you ever received a present?"
" I find the notion of it utterly pointless, woman."
" But! Presents are a gesture of affection to someone you care about, and in the end you both feel nice about it!"
She hesitated for a moment, blushing." Here take this crane I made for you."
Ulquiorra took the paper crane from her hands, her face seemed so endearing, and her smile so enchanting – she was right, he did appreciate the gift – her smile.
Suddenly, like a ray of ethereal light, a deep voice penetrated the silence.
Foolish arrancar, I refuse to cease to exist, even if it means forcibly reconstructing you... Even if you neglected me and degraded me into nothing but a tool - a zanpakuto to use for your convenience! It hissed with malice and stubbornness as suddenly, within the abyss a agonised cry came from 'it' as within the darkness particles began to reluctantly gather, forming a shaping into a ball of unknown material, forcibly extracted from the surrounding until it moulded and formed a body, smooth pale porcelain curled into fetal position in deep slumber surrounded by unearthly glowing light.
Curses! Without a physical body the soul I forcibly reconstructed will soon disintegrate again or attach himself to earth becoming nothing more than air, and I myself, have no energy to spare with it all going to maintain myself will not be able to do it again.
Suddenly the soul lurched forward, as if being pulled down to earth by an invisible string.
No! It has already found a body? Damn that soul, what if the body is incompatible? Damn I am being pulled down with him, and why are we moving dimensions or maybe…. Realities!? This could prove to be problematic…
In the fire country, a poor farming village*
A wiry raven haired boy kneeled, his eyes sore from weeping, devoid of warmth beside a crude grave, with only a rather wittered branch marking the sacred spot.
His clothes were torn and dirtied as with many in the poor village, his skin matted with soil and skin rough with toiling and labouring in the fields, and his ribs stuck out spoke of many years of malnutrition.
" Oh mother; whatever shall I do now?" The boy whispered silently; bitterly, not far from him villagers continued on their daily routine; ignoring the starved boy, a few send pitying looks at him, but they knew with the drought going on there was no room for charity; only the goal of survival.
Slowly the emerald eyed boy stood up clumsily, and made his way back towards the house gathering valuables; the house mortgage was far overdue and if any of those loan sharks come this time knowing his mother was dead, he'd be forced into slavery; or worse, prostitution.
The boy shuddered at the thought, giving his mother's grave one grieving look before heading back, trudging in depressed silence.
I should go to Konoha, its safer here than on Iwa's border… I heard they have benefits for orphans… I might be able to attend school and get a decent job like Mother always wanted me too…
He knew he was rather intelligent for his age, however it was stunted by the fact that they had no Ryo send him to school, they didn't even have enough Ryo to feed themselves…
House*
2nd person
His calloused hands fumbled with the key and clumsily unlocked the battered wooden door, pushing it until the door's rusted iron hinges snapped abruptly caving in, not that he cared, after all the house would be repossessed. His gaze surveyed the poor furnishings and he began to pack, when his eyes caught the reason why they were so poor.
The stack of crimson coloured letters which always laid in the corner always reminded him of the debt; the debt that his poor mother had tried to hard to pay off ever since his father had left them…
Clenching his fist with bitterness, resentment coursed through him as his lithe frame speedily packed up everything of value in a small faded leather bag, continuing on his task of raiding the drawers rather than focusing on the past.
His mouth curled into a frown as he stopped his actions, looking at an old diary he found buried in a dusty drawer, belonging to his father, whom he never knew of. Curiously he opened it; he still had a little time to spare before they got here.
Fingering the worn leather clasp of the diary, he curiously unclasped and opened it to the first page, when he felt pain hitting his head, rendering him unconscious; the last thing he felt was the painful thud of hitting the wooden flooring.
Mindscape*
Ulquiorra opened his eyes, savouring the feel of his spiritual presence before his mind whirled with confusion. Wasn't he supposed to die and disintegrate into the ultimate death? Yet here he stood, slowly he surveyed his surroundings with dull interest, his emerald eyes devoid of all emotion as he scanned the rusted corridors, corroded with an unknown substance.
Startling Ulquiorra, a small boy, barely eight stood in front of him, also confused as to how he got here, the boy stared at him with dull emerald eyes, it almost reminded him of himself.
" Who are you? Did I get mauled by the shark loans when I passed out?" The boy questioned, as his posture became stiff with hostility and his voice became panicked.
"This seems to be some sort of sewer…" Ulquiorra murmured, completely ignoring the 'trash' in front of him.
" My, my try to get along with each other. Especially you; 'trash' since we'll be sharing your body until Ulqui-chan here has enough reiatsu to fully possess you," Heavy sarcasm laced with threat hung on the tense air as 'Ulqui-chan' and the boy spun around and saw a small fruit bat.
" Bat… Murcielago?" Ulquiorra questioned towards the bat hanging upside down on a pipe whilst the gaki stood frozen with fear.
" Correct; your perceptiveness does surprise me, even if it's been centuries since I have been able to speak to you, with you suppressing me for so long." The bat sneered bitterly.
"Even if my form's not very impressive, and I might never regain my human form again,…" murmured Murcielago trailing off uncertainly, in deep thought.
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes at Murcielago.
" What is the meaning of this?" He calmly asked, scowling at his Zanpakuto
" Why, I saved you from death, and this is how you repay me?" The bat hatefully spat out to Ulquiorra.
A small voice broke the duo's conversation.
" Where am I?" The boy demanded with forced aggression, Ulquiorra amusedly noted the shaking knees.
" Ehh don't worry 'bout it, we'll just be camping here for a while until we fully possess your body, now hurry along me and Ulqui-chan have a lot to discuss, although there might be times when Ulquiorra will be in control for a while." Murcielago stated uncaringly, noting how the boy seemed to go pale with the mention of 'possess'. Ulquiorra merely observed the boy, noticing how the boy seemed to look like a human version of him, smaller of course.
Turning towards his zanpakuto, Ulquiorra began to clear his confused thoughts.
" Murcielago, I didn't know arrancars were aware of their zanpakuto…? I never restrained you?"
He trailed off uncertainly, knowing that the bat had saved him from death.
Suddenly Ulquiorra felt himself tire, before his consciousness slipped.
Page break.
Ulquiorra awoke to the stench of grime, dirt and rotting wood, opening his eyes and winching at the sudden light. Slowly he sat up unsteadily on the wooden flooring, his head pounding because of concussion from falling unconscious on the ground.
This 'hut' smells and looks absolutely disgusting. He thought, as Ulquiorra had only been exposed to the white and cleanliness of Hueco Mundo, nothing was ever a hair out of order with all the hollow servants around serving him.
He surveyed his surroundings, noting the rotting wooden walls and flooring, straw thatched roof greeted his disapproving eyes; there was no decoration in the room, befitting for such a dreary room.
A futon lay beside him and the only light came from a dingy lamp on the floor, a small family portrait lay on a decrepit dresser. His body also felt stiff with his filthly rags, covered with sweat, dirt and other things he didn't want to think about, and much to Ulquiorra's distate, his new body also was weak and under nourished as the first time he had saw it.
Looking at a note on the door, it said ' Arashi's room'
So that's the gaki's name…
If was Murcielago said was true, I would get another chance at a life..?
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