A/N: This story is dedicated to my loyal reviewers and the one who inspired it, Makura Moderski! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all except the plotline…and even that isn't entirely mine! *cries*
Summary: Love has always evaded the Jinchuuriki. For as long as Naruto lived a single secret had remained that, whilst few ever tried to see it. When one finally succeeded everything ended and was forced into the open. Trying to keep this new place from falling all the same our favorite Jinchuuriki must stop the enemy that ruined everything and redeem the villages that were lost. NarutoxBleach crossover
Pairings: FemNaruxHarem (of sorts), Later there will be ItachixSoiFon…
Welcome to – Dangerous Love
Toshiro Hitsugaya was captain of squad 10 of the shinigami in the Soul Society. He was hailed a prodigy of the Shinigami Academy and was known to be a good fighter. Right now he was in the middle of a battle with an S-class hollow that had already killed fifteen of his squad members.
The hollow laughed mockingly. "You think to defeat me, shinigami?! You're a fool; you don't have the faintest idea of what you're dealing with!"
"Shut up, hollow," said Captain Hitsugaya as he readied his sword for his final attack.
"If I die, you're going too!" screeched the hollow. "Poison Release!"
Toshiro was hit through the side with the poison laced weapon as he killed the hollow.
"Fool. Too bad there's no cure…for…the pois…on…" were the last words the hollow said as it disintegrated.
Toshiro knew the hollow was right, for even as he began to call out orders he could feel the poison spreading. He pressed the communicator and said, "Rangiku, take the squad back to the barracks and get the injured to fouth division. Report fifteen deaths to the Sotaicho and if I'm not back in a few days assume the worst and take your place as 10th division Taichou."
"Hai, Taichou," could be heard through the transmitter just before it cut off. Toshiro ran through the foresttrying to make his way back to the 4th division in the Seiretei to see if it was true, but the poison was spreading quickly and he collapsed in the clearing. The last thing he saw before blacking out were a pair of eyes that shifted through all the blues of the world, almost as though they were the sky, everchanging and longlasting.
An hour prior to the battle; with Mitsuki
She was hearing the call again, the girl with long blond hair and blue eyes that always changed based on her emotions. Mitsuki had always known that the wind was but a messenger and she could hear it's call so clearly. Go. You must go now, cried the wind. There is a job for you to do child, you must go.
"Where must I go? W hat job must be done?" Mitsuki asked the wind. "I am dead and yet I live as a shinigami no less, and with a seemingly limitless zanpaktou. What job can there be when all that I lived for and loved is gone but one whom I cannot help?"
Help. Yes, you must help them before it is too late, said the wind. You must save soul society from the fate of your home. Save him, the boy in the forest. He shall help you and I will lead you and be your guide.
Mitsuki's determination returned, " I may have failed then, but I will not fail now. Lead and I shall follow to wherever this path may lead."
In that moment it was as if she had merged with her former self. She had always subconsciously thought of her other half as 'Naruto', after having spent so long living as an idiotic boy to protect herself it was like and alternate persona of her. Mitsuki had long since thought 'Naruto' dead, yet here that part of her was yet again, awake and pushing her forward. 'When I was alive no one knew the real me. I took no chances and yet he saw past all that…perhaps that is why I loved him,' she thought to herself as she raced through the forest letting the wind guide her.
In another part of her mind the whispers were there. Those dark, lingering thoughts that had made her feel worthless, useless, and made her doubt herself, saying, 'He died though. Protecting his people. He never truly returned your feelings. You were alone then and shall be now.' Those thoughts were ominous, as was the chill that passed over her heart and spread through her body; almost like a premonition of that which was to come.
The wind, lead her to a clearing just in time to see the boy fall. Her eyes flashed to his when she heard the wind whisper, poison. Hurry child, you have little time. Get him back. Go fast.
Mitsuki heeded the wind's warning. She flashed through the Rukongai's forest back to her home. When she arrived, she immediately laid him on the bed after quickly slipping off his haori and taking off the top half of his shinigami robes. Unknowingly, she whispered aloud, "The poison…It's like Sasori's strongest and only my blood can cure even that…but the wounds, what will I do?"
Give him your blood child. A small cut and a few drops is all you should need, whispered the wind. Just give him your blood and remove the poison. Boil water, staunch the wound. You were a shinobi then and you still are one now, you can heal him.
Determined, Mitsuki did as the wind bade her. Good child, good. Rest now. Tomorrow you must begin the preparations.
'Preparations for what?' wondered Mitsuki, but exhausted from her day's work she fell asleep at the boy's side.