Bleach x Naruto Crossover

Shinobi and Shinigami Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Bleach only my oc and this story

Chapter 3: Introductions

The hustle and bustle of the Konoha market district was invigorating as it always had been. Stall owners called out to potential customers to browse their wares, others had signs that spoke for them. Large crowds were present in all districts, the voices of the people overlapping. Breathing deep I let out a sigh of relief, many years after the Fourth Great Shinobi World War, I could say I finally understood Kakashi-sensei's ordeal when he was training the four of us. Save the fact that there was not a fourth genin, it would have been exactly like the old Team Seven.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts of my pupils for the moment, I made my way to the one place that I could relax. Pausing in front of the entry way I allowed the old smell to overflow into my nose. Releasing a sigh I pushed aside the cloth covers and entered Ichiraku Ramen. The interior was the same as it was all those years ago, and sitting at the counter, blonde buzz cut and everything was none other than the seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki. Taking my usual seat beside him, I closed my eyes and folded my hands in anticipation. "How long has it been since we were able to do this?" I asked allowing a hint of a smile to show.

"Way too long." was his reply. With that two bowls of ramen were placed directly in front of us. Grabbing nearby chopsticks we were both ready for the delicacy that sat before us. That is until a resounding "BOOOOOOOOOOLT!" came from outside the store, followed by the laughter of a young boy. Our chopsticks now hovered over the bowls of ramen, shaking ever so slightly. Looking over at Naruto, his face was the very definition of torn, his eyes and stomach were telling him to stay and finish his ramen, his mind and heart were telling him to catch his son for whatever prank he had just preformed.

Sighing I set my chopsticks down, clapping Naruto on the back lightly I said, "Don't worry, I'll take this one." I said and made my out of the restautant. Sure enough there was Bolt being chased by several shinobi. They'd never catch him, he was the exact copy of his father, even so far as the exact same hiding spots. Well from them he could hide, from me, not so much. There was one thing I had never told my students, and that was the fact that they all had the flying thunder god mark on them. That and I never told Bolt I knew all of his father's old hiding spots.

(Bleach ost: Head in the clouds)

Standing outside Ichiraku's I looked up and decided to pull a Shikamaru. "Such a pain." I said to no one in particular while sighing. (Shikamaru's house) The current head of the Nara household shivered as he sat out on the deck challenging himself to a game of shogi. Breaking his sight from the board he looked up at the sky. Only two people had recently started using his "catchphrase" as Choji had bluntly put it. First was Naruto, understandably because all of his anguish was caused by his son's antics. Secondly was "that guy", again because of Naruto's son, that and the addition of Sasuke's daughter didn't really help either. Shaking his head Shikamaru cleared his thoughts and returned to his game. (end of Shikamaru's house)

Closing my eyes I brought my hands up into the seal of conflict and concentrated. Sure enough Bolt appeared before me, crouched down, eyes closed, laughing as quietly as he could manage. That is until I grabbed him by the hood of his jacket and held him in the air. "Thought that was funny didn't you?!" I said as he struggled to get out of my grip. The young nin was truly the spitting image of his father, save that his hair wasn't as spiky.

"Sensei!?" He said as he stopped struggling and looked behind him. His pale blue eyes were wide and held undertones of fear. Bringing my free hand into the seal of conflict again I teleported us directly to the Kage Summit. Waiting there for us was a platform hanging above Naruto's face. Dropping the young ninja on it, I walked away as two shadow clones lowered him to the nose of his father's monument. His protests rang hollow in my ears, despite how...somewhat valid they were.

"Ahhhhh! Come on Sensei! Why do I have to clean this up?!" Bolt shouted from below, fists raised in anger. Still slightly angry I didn't give him a response, instead walking down the stone face I stopped a few feet above him. I then pointed to the bucket at his feet, then to the paint on the statue. Glaring at me he grudgingly picked up the sponge in the bucket.

(Convenient Time Skip)

The sun was starting to set and Bolt was nowhere near finished cleaning, thanks in part to his escape attempts, and his constant complaining. Sighing, I knew there would only be one way to get him to speed up. The exact same thing Iruka-sensei had done all those years ago. "Hey Bolt!" I shouted down to the young ninja, the returned glare was an exact replica of Naruto's, so similar I had to restrain myself from laughing right then and there. "Yeah, what sensei? You want me to clean the others while I'm down here?!" the young ninja shouted back up.

"No, I was just thinking that if you finished early we could go out to eat, at say, Ichiraku's. My treat." I shouted back down. His answer was exactly as anticipated. "Alright now we're talking sensei! Just watch I'll have this stupid monument cleaned in no time!" Sighing I leaned back and looked to the sky, the old saying was quite appropiate for those two, "like father, like son". My mind began to wonder...

(End of Dream)

My eyes flew open and the telltale feeling of the sharingan was present. Blinking a few times it began to recede into my chakra network. I could feel several presences on the other side of the sliding doors at the end of the room. Moments later the door opened revealing a man in a green outfit, with a striped green and white hat. "Ah, it seems our esteemed guest is awake." he said opening the door further. Behind him was a fairly tall, well muscled man with a very large moustache.

After both of them had entered the room the bigger man closed the door behind him, the one in green walked towards me and upon reaching my futon grabbed his hat and bowed. "Now then I'm hoping you can set something straight for me, something like falling out of thin air and slaying something most people can't even see." he said in the most nonchalant manner possible.

Rubbing my head I sighed and said "Where do I even begin?" as the man took a seat next to me. He folded his fan and with the biggest smile said "From the beginning, where else?".