Title: Dyed
Rating: T
Genre: Crossover / Adventure / Action / Friendship / Humor / Fantasy / Supernatural / Family
Main Characters: Haruno Sakura, Hitsugaya Toushirou [Kuchiki Rukia, Matsumoto Rangiku, Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Sasuke, Senju Tsunade, Hyuuga Hinata, etc]
Warning: …some crack. But whatever, the humor parts of Bleach is mainly crack.
Story Summary: Just as how Soul Society ('heaven') had Shinigami ('death reapers'), Yomi ('hell') had Reiyoukai ('soul demons'). Juubantai-taichou Hitsugaya Toushirou just happened to encounter one of them, Haruno Sakura. [HitsuSaku ToushiSaku | BLEACH X NARUTO | Shinigami | Inner Zanpakutou]
(P.S. I don't own Naruto or Bleach. I'm not that rich, suckers.)
P R O L O G U E
you are Shinigami. I am Reiyoukai.
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"Because, everything is connected.
In the end…everything returns to the beginning."
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She hated her job. It consisted of waiting and waiting and humans and waiting.
She also hated Hollows, Humans, Pluses and practically every kind of spiritual being. Humans were annoying, trapped on earth with their short-lived dreams, piteous troubles and unrealistic desires. They dwell on the past and negative things, eventually turning from defenseless, powerless Pluses to mindless, pathetic Hollows. She also didn't like Shinigami. They had inflated egos and overrated sense of justice. Or what they thought was justice, anyway.
They all sickened her.
And really, Humans were boring beyond belief. Uninteresting. Normal.
She would rather bail on this job, but that would only end up with her ass getting served to her on a silver, rusty platter by her mentor. She vaguely remembered being thrust through three trees and into a foot-thick stone wall when she was human, but it was more like a memory of a dream rather than a real memory.
Strapping her metallic red double-bladed scythe diagonally across her back, she made her way to the River of the Dead.
She had quite a few souls to reap today.
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