Disclaimer: Let it be known to all who read this that I own nothing that grants me any monetary value whatsoever. The only things I claim ownership over in terms of intellectual property are my unique plot situations and O.C.s, the latter of which are available for use with proper notification. Of course, if you steal them, I can't really do shit if you steal them except for unleashing my hoard of semi-devoted fans unto you, currently totaling one-hundred-seventy-three. Let me also clear all pretenses by saying right now that this first chapter is only a sample. If you want it continued sooner, vote for it on my profile along with your other top two. That means you can vote twice more if you already decided. Also, Naruto will be no more than an ordinary shinigami in this fic. I feel that the vizard/arrancar plot is too overused nowadays and it's time to get back to basics. That being said, Naruto will still kick major ass later on. The pairing is also Naruto/Isane/Kiyone, due to the fact that I've never seen it before and to me is genius and deserves a shot. After all, as many a pervert can tell you on doujin sites, incest is wincest, even if it is only the siblings sleeping with the same person at the same time. Now with the overly long disclaimer over with and the assholes who I've lost gone, let's continue, shall we?

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Chapter 1: Lost Yet Found

In a lightly forested area, sunlight shimmered in through the branches, the yellow light wafting onto a boy. He didn't move, despite the fact that the light shone right onto his closed eyelids. The boy himself appeared to be sixteen, maybe older, dressed in a simple grey kimono.

His skin was lightly tanned by the sun, you you could tell that his body was covered in lithe muscle from what you could see of his body. His cheeks had three thin lines running across them, giving the faint impression of whiskers, leading many woman to probably call him both wild and cute. It was all topped off by a head of shaggy blonde, a colour as warm as the sun, with fringe covering his forehead.

Backed up against a tree, the boy was motionless. A strong gust passed through the area, violently shaking the tree branches ans letting a few leaves loose as they floated to the ground, landing around the blonde boy. Still he did not move, his face retaining a pensive and slightly agitated look instead.

For hours the boy remained, and made not the slightest hint of movement. One could not tell if he was breathing or not due to his kimono being relatively loose on the chest, concealing the fact if it was rising or falling. All in all, one would say that the whole scene was one of serenity.

Lazily, the sun moved across the sky, casting both shadows and light to places that had yet to be illuminated by the warm glow. And it was with that action that something else was discovered about the boy. And that was that he was grasping something.

It was a sword, to be precise. For all intents and purposes, it seemed to be an average katana from the length and sheath style. Speaking of which, the sheath was an inky black, which had aided it in remaining hidden before. The hand-guard, though simple in design, appeared to be cast of pure silver, causing the light to glint and shine off of it, causing a harsh glare. The, there was the handle. Like the sheath, it was a dark black, but the fabric that provided the user with grip was purple. A purple tassel also hung off the end of it.

And so, it was in that same spot that the blonde boy laid, for hours on end, a blade grasped in his fingers, motionless. Many questions remained. What was wrong with this boy? Who was he? How had he gotten here? What was with the sword? But one question was more prevalent than the rest. Just who was he?

The questions would have to wait, however, as two new figures entered the clearing. They immediately seemed to notice the boy and quickly approached him. Their shadows cast over him completely, and soon encompassed him.

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An undetermined amount of time later, the blonde boy began to stir. He was indoors now, laying on the floor with a blanket covering him. There was a wet washcloth covering his forehead, possibly to help a fever go down.

It was dark in the room, but even with that, you could see his joyful soul in his deep blue eyes. Slowly, cautiously, the blonde sat up, the blanket and washcloth falling off of him as he held a hand up to his head, wincing a bit as he did so.

His eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness, he began to survey the room, just as he heard a gasp sound out. Nee-chan, he's up!" quickly swinging his head in that direction, the boy saw two girls huddled up against a wall sharing a blanket.

The first one was presumably the one who shouted. It was a young girl, probably a few years younger than he was. Her hair was straight, blonde, and kept short. Her hazel eyes were wide open as she shook the older woman beside her, one closer to his age.

She had shaggy silver hair, short like the other girl's, with a single thin braid on the right side of her head. The shaking she received made her wake up, showing shining blue eyes, which regarded him with both shock and excitement as she heard what the other girl had said.

Quickly, the older one got up and knelt down by his side, pushing him back down as she started checking him. "Please, you should rest," she said, her voice both melodious and not too forceful, but able to carry concern for him and some influence.

"Wh-where am I?" the boy got out, trying to discern his whereabouts. He didn't know where he was, he was surrounded by strange people, and he wanted at least a few answers. Such as how he got there. In fact, the blonde couldn't remember much of anything, and the only thing clear in his mind was a name.

The only answer he received was a, "Hush," as the woman began to inspect him. While doing so, she turned to the younger girl and said, "Kiyone, bring out some soup!"

"Right!" with that,the younger blonde disappeared into another room. The boy just let the other continue to inspect him, not really wanting to argue or upset the person who was just trying to help him. As her soft hands worked around his torso and arms, the by had to admit, it felt nice as he started to relax.

A few minutes later, the girl said, "Okay, you seem to be fine."

Just then, the other girl, Kiyone, came back, carrying a small bowl with liquid sloshing about in it. "Here," she said, handing it to the other girl who accepted it. She then settled down a little ways away, not wanting to get in the way.

Now with the bowl in hand, the older girl turned to the downed blonde and handed it to him. "Here, drink up. You must be hungry."

"No, I couldn't," the boy refused, not really wanting to impose. He felt that the two had done enough for him. Despite what he had said, the boy was starving, and his stomach just had to choose that moment to growl loudly, causing a blush to grow on the boy's face.

The girls seemed to ignore it, but the older one still tried to get him to cooperate. "Please,we just want you to get better." The girl put on a cute face, which, combined with the aroma of the soup, made the blonde accept the bowl carefully and gratefully as he slowly took several large gulps from it.

When the bowl was about a quarter full, the blonde then turned to the two girls. "Thank you, for everything you've done so far."

"Please, don't mention it. It was our pleasure, and it was the least we could do," the silver-haired girl said, bowing her head a bit as she said that. Then, a little softer, "Sorry for being so forceful earlier."

"Hey, don't be like that," the blonde said, a happy grin forming on his face. "Like you said, you were just looking out for me. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me for making you take care of me. Umm, by the way, what are your names?"

At this, the older girl blushed a bit averted her gaze, thinking she had been rude for not introducing herself of the other girl. "Oh, sorry. My name's Kotetsu Isane, and this is my sister, Kiyone."

At being formally introduced, the blonde girl plastered a big grin on her face and waved. "Hey."

The boy casually reciprocated the action before turning back to Isane. "Nice to meet you Isane-chan, Kiyone-chan."

Both girls blushed a bit at being referred to in such a way, before quickly recovering. "If you don't mind me asking," began Isane, "what's your name?"

At this, the blonde rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, before replying, "It's Naruto. Or, at least, I think it is." both girls regarded him curiously at that, but didn't let it get in the way of making him comfortable.

"Well, Naruto-kun," Isane said playfully, "your sword is by the door."

"My sword?" asked Naruto, confused.

Seeing this, Kiyone wasted no time in going to the door, retrieving the sheathed sword, and gently placing the item down on Naruto's lap before sitting on the other side of him opposite her sister. "Here you go."

The blonde regarded it curiously, inspecting the hilt, guard, and tassel of the blade, before grabbing the sheath and slowly, easily, freeing the sword half-way from its casing. Everyone's eyes widened in shock at seeing it.

For the most part, the blade was a brilliant sterling sliver, made hard and tempered by fire to last. However, what caught every individual's eye were the small and numerous vein-like lines running along the center of the sword, glowing a deep, light purple. In the dark room, the illumination was more like an ethereal glow, causing both unease and confusion in the blonde.

The sword then glowed different colours, shifting between orange and light green, causing an even greater degree of unease in the blonde. The blade then settled on light green, shining in that colour more intensely.

Everyone stared in awe at the magnificence of it, and then, a smile of joy formed on Naruto's face, as he finally understood it, prompting the blade to glow a deep blue, similar to its owner's eyes. "Oh, cool! It's like a mood ring!" Naruto said in understanding. The two girl's also adopted this look as Naruto slowly sheathed the blade.

Kiyone, however, quickly showed confusion, a question in her mind. "Excuse me, Naruto-kun," she said, catching both her sister's and the blonde's attention, "are you a shinigami?"

"A what?" asked Naruto in confusion. At this, Isane reiterated. "She means a death god. They are spirits like us, only with special powers that go around to both purify evil spirits called hollows and escort the dead here to Rukongai. They commonly wear black clothing and carry around a zanpakutou like your sword."

"I see," Naruto said calmly. Then, several things that Isane had said resounded in Naruto's head. "Wait. Spirits? Dead? Here? I'm Dead?" asked Naruto in shock.

Both girls looked surprised at that, but Isane quickly looked down, blushing and ashamed. 'He must not have known. How foolish of me.'

seeing that, Kiyone filled in for her sister, trying to make the situation better. "Umm, surprise? Welcome to the thirty-fourth district of Rukongai." Yeah, it was obvious that Kiyone wasn't good at this type of thing. Surprising to both of them, though, Naruto just brushed it off.

"Hey, don't worry about it."

"What?" asked bother sisters in unison.

"Well, it's just that I don't really remember much of my past, so me being dead doesn't make that much big of a difference. So if I'm not getting worked up about this, then there's really no reason that you should. You guys have done so much for me already, and I don't want you feeling bad."

Naruto's matter-of-fact reasoning did, in fact, cheer both sisters up significantly. So much so that Kiyone figured that she should ask another question. "So you don't know why you were in that field passed out?"

"Nope," Naruto shook his head.

"Wow, you must have just died, then."

"Kiyone!" Isane said, shocked that her sister would say something like that so causally. "Don't say stuff like that! It's rude!"

"Sorry nee-chan."

"Hey, don't worry about it," said Naruto, not wanting any kind of trouble started over him. After everyone had calmed down, Naruto figured that he should ask another question. "So, if I was in a field like Kiyone-chan said, how did you two find me?"

"Well," began Isane, before Kiyone decided to explain it, as she would do a better job doing it.

"Nee-chan said that she felt something early in the morning, like someone needed help. I told her she was just imagining things, and she decided to take a walk. I went along since there really wasn't anything better to do. Eventually, she got that feeling again, and started out into the woods. Low and behold, we found you, and she decided to take you in to help. And that's pretty much that."

"I see," Naruto said, rubbing his chin almost philosophically, as if he had made a great, common introspective discovery. "Well, then I guess I really own you guys one," once again, a big grin was plastered on his face.

"Nonsense," said Isane, really not wanting anyone to owe her anything. "Say, why don't we show you around while the sun's still out? You know, get you familiar with your surroundings."

"That's sounds nice." And so, the sister's helped Naruto to his feet, where he proceeded to secure his sword around his waist with his kimono strap. Everyone then slipped on a pair of sandals, and walked out the door.

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And there you go. A bit short, but once again, this is a preview chapter. Besides, if I added the next scene, this chapter would be much longer than the other previews, or I would be forced to cut it off awkwardly. So, once again, if you want this story continued sooner, go vote for it. If you can think of anyways I can improve this chapter or the story as a whole, don't be afraid to message me. Anonymous messaging is permanently enabled, and I will not turn it off no matter how many flames are receive. So be as scathing as you wish. I will criticize no person for stating their opinion. At this point, I have one more crossover, a semi-crossover, and two crack fics to write previews for. I'll probably post them next week. To readers of my other fics, I'm going to finish the previews first. I'll be back soon, most likely for RosarioKitsune, because they've been waiting for pretty long. That or Dear Bitch, even if only two people favorited it. Okay, so that's it. Acolyte out.