Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto; Masashi Kishimoto does. I Do NOT own Bleach; Tite Kubo does.

***Warning: Spoilers for the current Manga and Anime; as of June 20, 2009.*

Authors Note: Names are in traditional Japanese style. Translations are at the bottom—Please not I'm not going to put the translations at the bottom if I already have in a previous chapter.

Previously:

The old man stared in astonishment as the man rose and climbed out of the crater; already walking around after just arriving. Then he heard a loud grumbling and watched him fall down unconscious.

In the Gotei 13's Division Twelve a red light blinked on the map over Hokutan. Standing up from the consol Akon used Shunpo to deliver news of an unusual soul to the Sōtaichō.

Chapter II

Enter! Shinigami of the Eleventh Division

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Akon stopped the door to his Taichō's office where a hastily scrawled note sat taped to the door. 'Enter and ill kill you.' Shakily he knocked awaiting the sword to impale him through the door. When none came he heaved a sigh of relief. Then the door slid open to reveal Kurotsuchi Mayuri.

His golden brown eyes glared banefully at him. "This had better be important Akon. I was in the middle of a particularly exciting experiment." He said.

Akon bowed in apology. "Sorry Kurotsuchi-Taichō, but we've received some unusual readings from Hokutan. Should I report it to the Sōtaichō?" he asked.

Mayuri's eyebrow rose. "So, why is it so important that you would disturb me?" He paused. "Or the Sōtaichō himself for that matter?" he asked. "Never mind let me see the readings so I may continue my research."

Akon wordlessly handed him the printout of the readings.

He studied them for a moment. "Oho, this is quite interesting. A massive surge in reiatsu followed by the arrival of a new soul." He pondered the slightly interesting turn of events before deciding on a course of action. "There is a patrol from the Eleventh Division in that area. Inform them and return to your duties."

The soul phone in his uniform rang; emitting a short burst of pop music. Ayasegawa Yumichika chuckled to himself as he flipped it open to reveal their new orders. Closing it with a sigh he turned to his companion.

"Oi, Ikkaku; we have new orders. 'To investigate the strange surge of reiatsu and new soul in Hokutan."

In his laboratory Mayuri watched as two blips marked 'Ikkaku' and 'Yumichika' moved to where the new soul was. Grinning to himself he punched a few buttons to record the coming confrontation.

Orochimaru woke up to a plain wooden ceiling. A glance around revealed meager surroundings. His stomach audibly growled. Trying to stand he found himself groggy and weighted down. 'Tch, that fall must have been greater than I thought' he thought, silently observing his surroundings; searching for any threats.

"Greater than you thought?" a voice called out from his left. Not realizing that he spoke his thoughts out loud he was startled; and spun around to find an old man who he had glimpsed before. Discretely he reached for a kunai only to grasp air.

"Who are you old man?" he asked, studying him carefully for any sign of hostility.

The man in question rubbed his bald head and knitted his large grey eyebrows as if trying hard to remember his name. "Ah, I'm Kyuumu Yasu; it's nice to meet you young man."

Orochimaru glanced down at himself to find not the disease ridden body that he had died in; but the body of him at thirty. He marveled at its pristine condition before narrowing his eyes. "And why am I naked; Kyuumu-san?" The only covering he had was the blanket draped below his waist.

Yasu had the decency to blush while scratching the back of his head. "Well I thought you were wearing paint so I tried to scrub it off of you. I didn't realize you were so pale."

Orochimaru shakily stood up and was about to lunge for the man's neck only to have his stomach growl again. 'Why am I so hungry?' he thought.

Wordlessly Yasu handed him a plate of food and a glass of water. He stared at it for a few moments before glancing back up at him. "And how, Kyuumu-san do I know that this isn't poisoned?" he rasped as he stared at the man through the bangs of his hair.

Yasu blanched. "Why on earth would I poison you?" he asked perplexed.

"You would poison me because I am a possible enemy." Orochimaru responded blandly.

Yasu adopted a puzzled look. "Why would we be enemies?" he asked.

'It's just as I thought. This 'Soul Society' is submersed in peaceful ways…' Orochimaru thought before turning his mind back to the current situation. He twisted his face into a semblance of a smile. "It's nothing Kyuumu-san; just remembering my life." He replied.

Ikkaku sighed as they walked from District Five through District Four of West Rukongai. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Yumichika admiring himself in a mirror that a soul was selling. "Oi Yumichika quit checking yourself out and lets' finish our duty." He called out to him.

"Hai, I guess I will have to come back later to buy it…" Ikkaku tuned him out as he began to ask the shopkeeper to save it for him. Glancing forward he felt his eye start to twitch.

There were multiple mirrors displayed all along the street, on sale.

'This is going to take a while…'

Yasu's eyes widened. "Y-you can remember your life?" he asked in awe.

Orochimaru cursed silently as he realized that it wasn't normal to remember your past life. He would have to rectify this situation.

Silently he closed the door to Yasu's bathroom and grinned, that was one problem taken care of quickly. 'He kind of reminded me of Sarutobi-sensei.' He paused. 'Oh well he shouldn't have undressed me.' He gathered his white Kimono that the old man had been kind enough to wash and donned it; noting wit amusement that it had small purple and black snakes on it. He left the laundry room and entered the kitchen to make something to eat that he was sure wasn't poisoned.

He soon found himself eating quietly as he contemplated this turn of events 'So souls can't remember their past lives here. I will have to be cautious of what I say…'

He washed the dishes and dried them; then went about removing any trace of himself from the house. He glanced out of the window and checked the street. Finding it empty for the moment he opened the door and left.

One week later a neighbor would discover Yasu's body hanging from a rope in the bathroom with a suicide note scrawled on a piece of paper taped to the mirror. His death would be attributed to depression.

Meanwhile Ikkaku and Yumichika finally made it into Hokutan after an embarrassing trip through district four.

Yumichika pulled out his phone and checked the coordinates; directing them down a street off of the main thoroughfare. They quickly arrived at the source of the disturbance; a large crater sixty feet in diameter. Yumichika felt his eye twitch. "Whoever landed here must be dead; or unbelievably ugly by now."

Ikkaku grinned in anticipation. "Oi Yumichika; lets find this guy quickly. If they could survive that kind of fall; I want to fight 'em."

"Hai, I too would like to leave as soon as possible." Yumichika replied. "This place certainly doesn't fit one as beautiful as me." He flicked a lock of hair out of his eyes and blinked slowly.

Ikkaku scratched his head. "Eh, Yumichika; are you trying to look like a woman?" he asked.

As he walked down the now crowded street he felt slightly unnerved at the stares he received. He was used to looks of terror, disgust or submission on those around him. Not looks; from all ages; of curiosity, and certainly not the looks of awe he received. Growing tired of it he turned to a nearby woman. "Can you tell me why everyone is staring at me miss?" he asked.

She stared at him, eyes shimmering before passing out on the ground.

He promptly sweat dropped. 'I've never had that reaction before.'

"Hey bastard!" a voiced called out from down the lane. "So you like picking on defenseless women huh? How about you fight me like a man?"

Orochimaru turned to see two people dressed in the Shihakushō; consisting of a black hakama and kosode; a white shitagi and a white hakama-himo. The one held his sword across his back; as he was hunched foreword slightly; showing off his shiny bald head and brand new black eye. The other the one who spoke had dark blue hair along with four red and yellow feathers along his right eye and an orange piece that covered his neck.

He sneered at him and drew the wooden sword Ikkaku kept with him. "I can't believe such a beautiful person such as you – sune-kusukin - would strike and unarmed woman."

Orochimaru stared at him strangely. "And who are you?" he asked.

Yumichika grinned savagely. "I'm Ayasegawa Yumichika; fifth seat of the Eleventh Division." He slashed the bokken in front of him. "Its common courtesy to give one's own name as well."

Orochimaru chuckled. "Ku ku ku; I am Orochimaru."

AN: Yasu is an OC. As for Orochimaru's attitude. He is being cautious and such; putting up a façade to fool those around him. Much like Aizen did.

Next Chapter: Fight! Yumichika & Ikkaku vs. Orochimaru!

Translations:

Taichō – Capitan

Reiatsu – Spiritual Pressure

Kyuumu – Ancient Dream

Yasu – Peaceful or Level

Hai – Yes

Shihakushō – garment of dead souls

Sune-kusukin – Snakeskin