Last Chapter. Please remember that the two worlds are on a different time frame. Minato will be older than Ichigo.

Warnings: Yaoi; this and that. There will be no lemon in this chapter. Sorry I didn't feel like writing one.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Naruto or Bleach.


(Fourth shinobi war battlefield-after Kaguya was sealed)

As the blue glow got brighter and brighter I watch my son. He has grown to be a great ninja and his growth will continue. I wish I could stay a little bit longer, there is so much I have yet to tell him. I wish…I wish…I.

As the bright light engulfs an older blond leaving the younger to finish the fight. Minato only blinked but instead of seeing his wife he only sees a white void and the face of the Shinigami. Puzzled on why he's facing the being he waits for the sprite to talk. The being does not say a thing it only reaches out and touches Minatos head. Confused by this he only waits.

His confusion doesn't last. A searing pain races through his head forcing him to his knees as he is bombarded by images that he cannot place yet he feels as though he should know them. A color dominates the majority of these images. Orange. Orange hair. Orange spikey hair brown eyes a scowl a face.

"Ichigo" he whispers, "ICHIGO"

Still in pain but not enough to be disable Minato jumps up from where he fell. Minato paces getting every memory in order before whirling around to face the shinigami.

"I want to go to him. Take me to him."

Staring definitely at the ghostly being he is surprise when a spot of red appears in front of him. Stepping back he could only gulp when staring not at the god before him but at his angry wife.

"Ah hi Kunshina I was…uh…well-

Minato could not think of anything to say that wouldn't send his wife into a rage.

"Stop." Came a deadly low whisper, "I already knew."

Stun speechless Minato only gaps at his red headed wife.

"But how? How could you know when I couldn't even remember?"

"Please who do you think you're talking too? I saw that seal the moment I walked in the hospital room. I had to beat it out of the old pervert. He told me everything." She said, "I kind of figured that I would have to get you up to him but I wanted to hang on to you as long as I could. So I will let you go but I want permission." A weird gleam in her eye.

"Permission? Permission for what?" a feeling of dread started to spread throughout Minatos body his mind sounding alarm bells.

"Why the permission to use you both in my new Yaoi. I have been taking lessons from Jiraiya and I already have a huge following when I used Naruto and the Uchiha brat. I bet I'll make more off of you and your cute lover."

Minato only sweat drop at his now ex-wife, but nodded his consent and watched her leave with a really big smile and a giggle that would make Jiraiya proud. Now that Kunshina was gone Minato turns back to the shinigami, but the being is not there. Turning this way and that he could not find the god anywhere. Seeing as there was nothing he could do he sat down and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"Ahh I had enough get back here and take me to Ichigo or open the damn portal so I can go there myself!" He shouts to the empty space.

Still nothing he paces the small area that he has been resting in not daring or chancing to see how big the void was. Just when he thought of shouting again a very smug and chipper voice is heard.

"Maa, maa now that ain't nice. Shouting to the person who is breaking a lot of rules to grant your last wish. Now is it Minato-kun?"

Stopping his pacing he spins around and meets a face he only saw once. The thing that stood out was the man's green stripe bucket hat and cane. His outfit screamed shady and untrustworthy.

"What do you want?" Minato growls out getting on guard readying his charka just in case.

"Now I 'm hurt that you automatically think that I have come to do you harm." The other blond says, "I've only come to lead you to your little mate who by the way is waiting for you too."

"He is" Minato couldn't hide the hope he felt out of his voice. He was too excited.

"Yes, but unlike you his seal is still in effect." Urahara said while waving his fan hiding most of his face as he watch the many emotions that fly across Minatos face.

"Wha, what do you mean his seal is still in effect?" The hope he felt slowly dwindles as the news sinks in.

"Welll, his seal had to be a bit different than yours. Ichigo tends to get into a lot of near death situations, so the seal had to be strong so these near deaths didn't cause it to come undone."

Minato could understand that being a shinobi he also came close to dying but why didn't his seal come undone when he actually died.

"I see that there's a question you want to ask." Urahara said as if he was reading his mind.

"Why didn't my seal come undone when I originally died?"

"Hmmm" Urahara hum in thought, "I can only guess that it had to do with the shinigami of this world."

"But-

"Now how about getting you to Ichigo!" Urahara sang out quickly changing the subject. "I should warn you soul society just came out of a war so the place might be a bit trashed."

Turning around Minato watched as the older blond sliced the air with his cane causing a ripple that transform to a black gapping mouth leading to what he assumed to nowhere.

"Now just step right through here, mind that first step, and follow me but please stay on the glowing blue path. Don't won't to lose you to an endless void."

Minato could swear that the man's tone was why too cheerful for that last statement, but not really caring he jumps into the mouth and follows the other blond to his Ichigo.

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(Soul Society – after the thousand year war)

On a hill overlooking the Sereitiei sat an orange hair teen wrapped in bandages from wounds he got from fighting the Quincy King. This teen was Ichigo Kurosaki. He had been sitting there for close to five hours feeling like he was waiting for something but not knowing what it was.

'It's only been two days since the war with the Quincy's ended. My wounds are close to healed yet my heart feels as if I had a fresh stab wound. What's wrong with me?' these thoughts kept circling and bouncing in his head then add in that Shiro Zangetsu was complaining about said thoughts. It was giving him a headache.

So he sat there waiting lost in thought that he doesn't see Rukia come up from behind him. He didn't see her sit next to him but he knew that she was there. The slap to the back of his head was hard to miss.

"So mind telling why you're up here sulking?"

"I'm not sulking. I'm just…well…I don't know" Ichigo all but shouts.

"So, sulking."

"Shut up"

Silence engulfs the hill they say nothing, but he appreciates that she's there. He doesn't see her leave but knows that she did only to be replaced by a blond man in a white cloak with red flames at the bottom. He isn't sure but He knows that he doesn't know this man, but he feels like he should. The man sits beside him and says nothing. The sense of waiting disappears and Ichigo only stares.

Shiro and old man Zangetsu are silent as they wait for the memories to start pouring in. for years they could do nothing to break it, Shiro tried many times only to be blown back hard against a building. They know who the blond man is so they wait.

"Who are you?" Ichigo asked getting tired of the silence

"Minato Namikaze, I was placed as your watcher by the Fourth squad Captain. She wanted me to make sure that you don't overdo it until she clears you." He says with a blinding smile.

The feeling that he knows this man increases, but Ichigo still is wary of him.

"I don't need to be looked after, I'm find." He says as he turns back to the view of the Sereitiei.

Ichigo had every intention of ignoring the man next to him, but he can't stop thinking about him. Deciding that he needed some advice he goes into his inner world, only he is kicked out by Shiro with the words.

"Just talk to him King don't be a wimp." Then getting roughly kick out of his mind.

His body jerks so hard that Ichigo was about to eat dirt, when a pair of arms circle his torso holding back against a really ripped chest. A light blush dust his face. Feeling the arms tighten he struggles to get out of the man's embrace. He scrambles away from Minato his eyes grow as big as saucers, his blush increases when Minato chuckles.

Ichigo doesn't know what has come over him. This man has manage to make him feel unsettle but also makes him feel so complete. He wants to know more about Minato.

What does he like?

Why doesn't he have a zanpakuto?

What does he taste like?

'Taste?'

'What the hell am I thinking? I mean yeah sure he's good looking I know, I felt hard muscles under that shirt, and I like the way that he smell.'

Ichigo stops his racing thoughts his face is aflame with red caused by the path his own mind went. He can see Minato watching him and his heart races. Ichigo is so caught up in his dilemma that he misses Minato grabbing his chin and planting a light kiss on his lips. Ichigo freezes his mind hasn't caught up to his body yet, but he knows one thing.

'More I want more'

Not giving Minato a time to recover Ichigo slams his lips back onto Minatos with enough force them to the ground. The kiss is sloppy but not hesitant and Minato hopes that this means that Ichigo is starting to recover some memories. A tongue swipes his bottom lip and Minato opens allowing entrance. Their tongue battle with Minato winning dominance. So caught up that he pushes Ichigo onto his back and deepening the kiss. As they break apart for air Minato watches the teen he can see that there is lust in those brown orbs, but Ichigo still doesn't look like he remembers him.

Disappointed, but happy that Ichigo hadn't bolted when he initiated the kiss Minato can say he had a small victory. He will have to give Ichigo more time maybe soon the seal will break and he can have his mate back. Minato goes to stand up but is knocked down by an orange blur. Sitting atop his chest is a very sexy and hot mess Ichigo. Minato is too stun by the sight that he almost misses the teen reached down to the hem of his pants. Quickly grabbing the teens wondering hand he doesn't miss the others hard on and wishes that his Ichigo his mate would remember.

"Ichigo we can't do this now."

"I want it. I want you inside me now. Please Minato. Please my alpha." Ichigo whines as he grinding his hard on against Minatos wanting craving the friction.

Again stunned by the small pleasure of seeing Ichigo a hot mess it didn't escape him that Ichigo said alpha. Not wanting to get his hopes high Minato ask one more question before his lust takes control.

"Ichigo do you remember me as your alpha?"

"Hmm Minato inside now I want you now." Ichigo growls out followed by a moan, "I remember everything from the time I met you to when you tied me up after I left the hospital."

Overjoyed that his Ichigo has come back, Minato grips his grinding hips hard then flipping them over. Now staring down at panting orangette Minato lets his hands wonder the lean and lightly muscle body below him.

"Ichigo, I'm going to take my time with you. I'll make sure that we are never separated again." He begins, "I love you Ichigo Kurosaki."

Diving onto the teen Minato takes his time loving Ichigo leaving his marks his scent letting any and all know that the orangette is his.

After several rounds both now are a sweaty and panting mess. Ichigo having fallen asleep with his head on Minatos chest sighs before nuzzling the blondes' neck. Minato loves watching his mate he loves that it was him who left his little lover in his current state. Pulling Ichigo tightly into his embrace Minato allows sleep to overtake him.

Ichigo woke up not much later he too loves watching his lover. Sighing in content he snuggles deeper into Minatos hold. Letting soft whisper words drift into the wind.

"I love you too my Mate."

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This story is now complete.

I know that it's not the best ending but I didn't know how to end it and I really couldn't think of any more to add to it. So yeah, I still hoped that you all like it.

Thank you for reading and just wait I have a least two more stories thought of.