Full Summary: Naruto, after having died in the Valley of the end, is transported to the afterlife along with Sasuke. There, he makes friends with 13-year-old Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni. Together, the three of them create Seireitei, and govern the Shinigami as the three Great Generals. Soon, things start to fall apart, and the three great generals are reduced to one. As ryoka storm Soul Society, the Soutaicho feels a familiar energy…
First Fic, Please bear with me.
I was inspired by the idea from The Fan Fiction Forum.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Bleach, or any of their characters.
Prologue
Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke jumped forward, each with his most powerful technique. As the orbs of energy met, the clash of electricity and air, a sudden tear was heard, akin to the sound of ripping paper.
A flash of light exploded outward, sending shockwaves across the waters surface, and caused the trees to sway. The Kyuubi container pushed forward, with a determined look on his face. The tear opened, and started to suck in both genin. He somehow knew he wouldn't be coming out of the void, but he pushed none-the-less, unafraid of the death that surely awaited him.
His vision was fading, and the only sound he could hear was the splash of water. His once vibrant cerulean orbs slowly turned pale, and his breath became shallow. His heart slowed, and his chest stood still. Uzumaki Naruto, oblivious to the distress of his former teammate, died with a smile on his face; 'Maybe in death… I can finally be myself...' The tear closed, and the world faded black.
Inside his mind, the Kyuubi was panicking. The massive amount of chakra within his vessels body had changed, and the area around him was unknown. The great Kyuubi no Kitsune, whom lived since the beginning of the world, was starting to fade.
The sewers, in which he had grown familiar, grew cold and unwelcoming. His red coat, which emitted heat from the fires of hell itself, froze over. Ice crept from outside the giant prison. Fog rolled in, and the flickering flames that decorated the walls were distinguished. For the first time in his life, it felt afraid.
Behind the gate, among the frost, was a woman whose eyes and hair were a frosty blue. The only thing decorating her long silky hair was a single flower made of ice. She wore a strapless white dress that hugged her figure, which had slits going up the thighs, leaving little to the imagination. "Good bye," she said, her eyes staring at Kyuubi, as though looking into his very soul. The silence was choking. He was almost glad as the spell was broken, and the ice swallowed him.
"Good bye…"
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Prologue, done! Anyone have suggestions for Yamamoto-soutaicho's Bankai? Only his Shikai has been seen in the manga/anime. Constructive criticism is welcome.