Hey everybody, this is MarzaPanda with both my first shot at a Bleach story and a Crossover. Main characters include Kisuke Urahara and Kakashi Hatake, but all others are subject to change. And you know who's going to pick them? You! Go to my profile and vote on the poll. If there's anyone specific you want--hey, Ulquiorra fangirls and Deidara lackies are A-okay in my book!--just shoot me a message. Make sure to pick your poison soon though. My guys need some new friends to eat lunch with during their free period at school!

This chapter's just a brief prologue, but the next one'll explain the whole basis of this BleachxNaruto world and what the heck "Konoreitei" is.

"So who are you here for?"

Kakashi looked up, startled. He'd set Obito's goggles at the base of the grave, and was still kneeling on the grass with his head down. A boy about as old as himself was standing several plots over, holding flowers.

"Oh. A friend." He kept a gruff tone, trying to dislodge the slight lump growing in his throat.

The kid walked over and plopped down next to Kakashi. "Me too! I've only been able to visit every few weeks, though, lately. Usually I ride my bike, but sometimes my mom drops me off on the way to the store. Wonder what she's making for dinner… Wait a minute; didn't I see you last time I was here?"

"I wouldn't know." His reply was stiff, but the boy was probably right. He'd barely moved from this spot over the past month. Besides, Kakashi really didn't feel like talking—especially to some weird jerk without an attention span.

"Hey Buddy, what's wrong?" The kid's face was practically pressed against his own, and the doofy grin finally snapped Kakashi's restraints.

"What do you think is wrong? We're surrounded by the bodies of the dead! They had families and friends and… and all that was stolen from them and everyone around them. I've been here every day to mourn him— " He pointed down at the tomb, arm shaking, "and you just show up whenever it's convenient for you?" Obito protected me with his life, and gave his eye to me so that I could protect our teammate—the girl he loved!" Kakashi pulled his headband up, revealing the Sharingan. "And I am not your buddy!"

The boy fiddled with a lock of his blonde hair. "His name was Sunny, and he was the best cat I ever had."

"You're here for an animal? Did you even hear a word I said?" Kakashi seethed. "My friend died in front of me—"

"He was buried with my father. Dad died defending Konoha against a hollow outbreak."

"But… you said…"

"You know, it's a lot easier to say you're visiting your cat that died of old age than your father who bled to death from his arms being blown off by a monster.

"I'm Kisuke, by the way. You never told me your name, so…"

Kakashi blinked. There had been no change in the teen's voice between the death of a parent and asking for his name. Sure, the grin was back in place, but it didn't quite meet his eyes.

Kisuke stood, brushing off his black robe. He began walking away, but had only reached the tomb of his cat when he stopped. "It's okay to grieve, but I think your friend wants to see more of the world than just his own grave. You said he gave his life for you, so… Well, just don't let it go to waste."

"Don't go yet!" He cried out, suddenly desperate for the boy's presence. "I didn't tell you my name—it's Kakashi."

The blonde strolled back, smiling. "So, Kakashi, how old are you?"

"Well, thirteen."

"Me too! With break being almost over, guess I'll see you back at Konoreitei next week."

"Kono- what?"

Kisuke ambled away, waving a hand. "With that eye, you'll probably end up as a Shinigami, but who knows? They're Sorting more and more Shinobi every day."

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