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He sprinted desperately through the crimson clad field, the bodies of countless fallen littering the ground around him. The echoes of war resonated through his mind, distorting his thoughts and vision, filling it with the image of vague figures turned to ash by the roar of a beast.
The blonde tried to ignore his mind, instead focusing on the path ahead. A bloody red sun shone dully overhead, one bloodshot eye illuminated over its surface and looking down onto the gruesome field of death with its icy gaze.
Blades whizzed past the blonde’s face, missing him by mere inches. Behind him, the sound of his pursuers grew ever louder, blanketing even the deafening carnage of the battlefield around him.
Naruto sprinted with all the energy his weakened body could muster, searching for something, anything to help him fight back, anything to help him rescue his friends. Ahead in the distance, a small light shone through the war that engulfed the field, catching Naruto’s attention.
With a desperate sense of hope guiding him, the blonde changed direction towards the light, hoping to find salvation in its warm glow. With each second that passed, he found himself growing weaker and weaker, and yet closer and closer to the light, now only mere metres away.
However, no sooner did the blonde near the light did a fog of murky black suddenly erupt through the battlefield, obscuring his vision and his path to rescue. Soon the darkness completely blanketed the lone teen, engulfing him in a mound of unrelenting darkness and deathly silence.
Naruto, never one to give up hope began to tear through the darkness with all his remaining strength, hoping that his friends would find him, hoping that some sign of the world beyond the darkness would penetrate through and guide him. But his efforts were met with nothing but silence, and pain.
Pain worse than anything he’d ever felt before erupted through his body, tearing apart the very confines of his being. The fog surrounding the jinchuriki began to spiral around him, disembodied eyes emerging through the murky shadow to mock the blonde as he writhed in overwhelming pain.
Blood began to pour out of his mouth as Naruto twisted in agony, his skin cracking and his hair turning white. ‘This is the pain that this world wreaks on us Naruto.’ stated an unknown voice, ‘This is the pain you bear. Be calm now Naruto, my eyes shall conquer this pain. I shall rid this pain……in the name of the …..’
Naruto awoke with a scream, sweat pouring down his sun-kissed face. Rays of light filtered through his window, shimmering beautifully off his sweat-covered skin.
“Goddamn…dreams….” muttered the blonde as he rose unsteadily from his cot and made his way to the washroom.
The blonde gazed into the mirror before him as he washed his face, noting how much older the face staring back at him looked in comparison to when he first arrived here. He wouldn’t age, he was told, he wouldn’t need to eat, they said. Pure shit.
He was as hungry as he ever was, and from what he could see in his mirror, he’ definitely aged, not substantially, but enough to notice the difference.
“Hmph…” moaned the petulant blonde as he began massaging his head, attempting to ease himself of the headache that usually followed his nightmare ridden sleep.
“What a wonderful day this is turning out to be…..”
Naruto strolled down the dirt path with a smile on his lips, his mood dramatically lightened thanks to a belly full of ramen, a nice hot bath and a quick power nap to ease his headache.
District Fifty Four of North Rukongai at an estimated twelve noon was a busy, if not loud place. The ramshackle stalls and stores associated with Rukogai’s lesser developed districts were packed with people baying for the best deals on stale bread and near expired fruits, which, in any district above fifty, was the best thing people could expect.
The blonde continued his casual stroll, eying the masses of people with disinterest. At least he wasn’t forced to hound it out against mobs of hungry Rukongai citizens to get his daily ration of food. Thankfully, the blonde had arranged himself a pretty nice get-up, not only receiving pay at his workplace but two-square meals a day, certainly better than what most other people had to deal with.
The blonde gazed around at the riff-raff that lined the streets, beggars, hobos and petty-thieves of all kinds crowded into their respective gangs. Garbage overflowed out of containers, all-manners of foul liquid flowed down the alley ways like the Districts own personal river, and this was just the tip of the iceberg concerning the area’s various problems.
Yup, District Fifty Four may have not been pretty, but it certainly was a cut above District Eighty, which was where the blonde had initially found himself.
Hmph, Naruto assumed from what he was told that life in heaven was to be full of glorious marble palaces adorned with shining jewels along with beautiful women catering to his every need, but no, he was to awake in a shit hole surrounded by faeces and dirt. How wonderful.
The blonde sighed, eyeing over the distance a large, painfully yellow sign that no other establishment but oba-chan’s possessed.
‘The Banana Split’ had a nice ring to it, and upon hearing it most people may associate it with a snazzy bar or upbeat lounge of some sort. Maybe even a strip club…..but no, despite its awesomely awesome name, Naruto’s workplace was nothing but a run-down fruit bar with an annoyingly large sign to back it up.
Well, at least he got paid and he didn’t need to wear any stupid uniform. Speaking of clothes, the blonde noted the various tears dotting his orange tunic, mentally noting to have that fixed.
Naruto didn’t know why but for some unknown reason, he had a strange liking towards the colour orange, so much so that most of the clothes he owned were of the colour. The blonde assumed that it was a trait he possessed in his past life, of which he remembered nothing.
Upon his initial arrival to Rukongai, Naruto was armed with nothing but a name, Naruto Uzumaki, a strange attraction to orange, ramen and the phrase ‘Dattebayo’ along with the mental image of a red eye interlined with a strange black pattern. What those strange patterns meant, the blonde hadn’t the slightest clue.
However, what Naruto had managed to discern about his past life was the fact that he probably had been a solider of some sort. It was pretty easy to clue the pieces together considering his war-torn dreams and his body’s uncanny disposition towards fighting.
As noted by those who’d seen him in one of his many brawls, Naruto had the technique of a trained killer, moving with ease and striking with pin-point accuracy.
The blonde continued to walk at such a pace, daydreaming about what his past life would have been like until a fist found itself colliding against the blonde’s oblivious face. Pain shot up his nose as Naruto fell over, his eyes watering.
“Gahahahahahah!” beamed a voice chock full of laughter at the blonde’s misfortune.
Naruto scowled as he got up to his feet, eyeing the bald bastard who’d smacked him on the face with unrestrained anger.
“Oi teme! Who the hell……oh, it’s you! Bastard, you’re gonna pay for that!”
“Sure I will.” stated the black clad man with obvious sarcasm. “Just like I paid for it the last time right? And the time before that, and the time before that, an-“
Naruto let out a roar of fury at the offender’s jests, rushing at the robed man who calmly lay seated on a stool, sipping a cup of what looked like fruit juice.
“NARUTO!” hollered a bone-chilling voice that struck Naruto frozen in place, mere inches away from his target. “What the hell do you think you’re doing trying to assault a customer, brat!” questioned Myomi Hitsugaki, the seventy year old owner of Banana Split and Naruto’s employer.
“Um..ugh…..sorry Myomi-oba-chan. But this bastard punched me in the face! It’s on-“
“I don’t give a yen about what he did to you! He’s a customer and you’ll treat him with due respect, got it brat!? ”
“Uh…yes, mam.” stated Naruto with a sheepish nod of apology, assuring Myomi that he’ll be on his best behaviour from then on.
“Good! Now, go man the counter. Hakushi is sick today so you’ll have to work double-time.”
The elderly women left an annoyed Naruto to himself, disappearing into the confines of her establishment.
“You were saved this time, bastard. But I’ll get you….”
“Oh! Well then, how about we make that a challenge eh? You meet me in Kizaku Alley at, say, six, and we’ll settle this like men.”
“Heh, you got it! Datteybayo!”
Naruto eyed his opponent eagerly, yearning to thrash the bald bastard that’d been annoying him for the past few weeks.
“You look all pumped up! Good, it’ll make the experience of beating the shit out of you all the more enjoyable.” mocked the man with a wolfish grin.
“I have nothing to say to you, cue ball.” responded Naruto with a smirk of his own.
“What’d you call me ya blonde haired dumbass?!” roared the man as he took his battle stance.
“What’d you call me, cueball!?” Naruto mimicked the gesture, bringing his hands forth to form his own battle stance.
A moment of silence seemed to pass as the two scowling faces glared at each other, unwilling to relent, pushing each other to make the first move. For a time it seemed like neither was willing to take the risky first shot, but rather lull the opponent into doing so. The calm before the storm, as it was called was, as noted by Naruto, the most annoying part of any kind of fight. The wait before it all began, it was like torture, or so the blonde said. However, thankfully for Naruto, his wait for short-lived thanks mainly in part to his opponent’s impatience.
And so, in a flash of movement, it began. The two beings collided with such force that it shook the air itself. In a blaze of accomplished footwork, the two fighters smashed against each other in an almost primal dance of punches and kicks, each expertly blocked by each of the two.
The sounds of their brawl echoed throughout Kizaku Alley and beyond, attracting the attention of a few onlookers, amazed by the sheer skill they were witnessing.
Blow after blow, block after block, the fight continued, neither side relenting an inch and yet fighting tooth and nail for every millimetre gained.
The sounds of their fists colliding startled the audience of watchers, the resulting shockwave sending a blast of wind into their faces.
However, with barely a minute having past and a lull had already formed in the battle, leaving Naruto and his opponent idly manning either side of their makeshift arena, both sides displaying signs of injury and fatigue.
“You’re pretty good, Naruto Uzumaki. This may well be a fight worthy my time.” sneered out the man with a grin.
“You’re not too bad yourself………Ikkaku Madarame. This fight is kinda…..enjoyable.”
“Heh, well, it ain’t gonna last much longer blondie. It’s about time I give our audience a real show.”
“Bring it on mirror head!”
And so the two fighters lunged at each other once again, their fists shooting forward with deadly speed. For Naruto, time almost seemed to slow down as he charged towards his opponent, his fist arching towards Ikkaku’s head with the goal of a one-hit knock out.
‘This is it…..the blow that’ll finish it…….’
What happened next both bewildered and annoyed the blonde to no end, and probably changed the course of Soul Society forever more.
The Prophet of Souls
Chapter One - Strike the Cue-Ball
Chapter One - Strike the Cue-Ball
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Authors Notes
A long read, I know, but hopefully you guys will bear through it. Anyways, this is a Naruto/ Bleach crossover fic with Naruto having entered Soul Society. How he did so, why he did so, remains a mystery. Was he killed? Was he transported there? Who knows! Wait, I do! BWAHAHA! And I'm not telling! You'll need to read to find out XD
Serious critiques and informing me on any grammatical or plot mistakes I've made would be appreciated.
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Serious critiques and informing me on any grammatical or plot mistakes I've made would be appreciated.
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He sprinted desperately through the crimson clad field, the bodies of countless fallen littering the ground around him. The echoes of war resonated through his mind, distorting his thoughts and vision, filling it with the image of vague figures turned to ash by the roar of a beast.
The blonde tried to ignore his mind, instead focusing on the path ahead. A bloody red sun shone dully overhead, one bloodshot eye illuminated over its surface and looking down onto the gruesome field of death with its icy gaze.
Blades whizzed past the blonde’s face, missing him by mere inches. Behind him, the sound of his pursuers grew ever louder, blanketing even the deafening carnage of the battlefield around him.
Naruto sprinted with all the energy his weakened body could muster, searching for something, anything to help him fight back, anything to help him rescue his friends. Ahead in the distance, a small light shone through the war that engulfed the field, catching Naruto’s attention.
With a desperate sense of hope guiding him, the blonde changed direction towards the light, hoping to find salvation in its warm glow. With each second that passed, he found himself growing weaker and weaker, and yet closer and closer to the light, now only mere metres away.
However, no sooner did the blonde near the light did a fog of murky black suddenly erupt through the battlefield, obscuring his vision and his path to rescue. Soon the darkness completely blanketed the lone teen, engulfing him in a mound of unrelenting darkness and deathly silence.
Naruto, never one to give up hope began to tear through the darkness with all his remaining strength, hoping that his friends would find him, hoping that some sign of the world beyond the darkness would penetrate through and guide him. But his efforts were met with nothing but silence, and pain.
Pain worse than anything he’d ever felt before erupted through his body, tearing apart the very confines of his being. The fog surrounding the jinchuriki began to spiral around him, disembodied eyes emerging through the murky shadow to mock the blonde as he writhed in overwhelming pain.
Blood began to pour out of his mouth as Naruto twisted in agony, his skin cracking and his hair turning white. ‘This is the pain that this world wreaks on us Naruto.’ stated an unknown voice, ‘This is the pain you bear. Be calm now Naruto, my eyes shall conquer this pain. I shall rid this pain……in the name of the …..’
Naruto awoke with a scream, sweat pouring down his sun-kissed face. Rays of light filtered through his window, shimmering beautifully off his sweat-covered skin.
“Goddamn…dreams….” muttered the blonde as he rose unsteadily from his cot and made his way to the washroom.
The blonde gazed into the mirror before him as he washed his face, noting how much older the face staring back at him looked in comparison to when he first arrived here. He wouldn’t age, he was told, he wouldn’t need to eat, they said. Pure shit.
He was as hungry as he ever was, and from what he could see in his mirror, he’ definitely aged, not substantially, but enough to notice the difference.
“Hmph…” moaned the petulant blonde as he began massaging his head, attempting to ease himself of the headache that usually followed his nightmare ridden sleep.
“What a wonderful day this is turning out to be…..”
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Naruto strolled down the dirt path with a smile on his lips, his mood dramatically lightened thanks to a belly full of ramen, a nice hot bath and a quick power nap to ease his headache.
District Fifty Four of North Rukongai at an estimated twelve noon was a busy, if not loud place. The ramshackle stalls and stores associated with Rukogai’s lesser developed districts were packed with people baying for the best deals on stale bread and near expired fruits, which, in any district above fifty, was the best thing people could expect.
The blonde continued his casual stroll, eying the masses of people with disinterest. At least he wasn’t forced to hound it out against mobs of hungry Rukongai citizens to get his daily ration of food. Thankfully, the blonde had arranged himself a pretty nice get-up, not only receiving pay at his workplace but two-square meals a day, certainly better than what most other people had to deal with.
The blonde gazed around at the riff-raff that lined the streets, beggars, hobos and petty-thieves of all kinds crowded into their respective gangs. Garbage overflowed out of containers, all-manners of foul liquid flowed down the alley ways like the Districts own personal river, and this was just the tip of the iceberg concerning the area’s various problems.
Yup, District Fifty Four may have not been pretty, but it certainly was a cut above District Eighty, which was where the blonde had initially found himself.
Hmph, Naruto assumed from what he was told that life in heaven was to be full of glorious marble palaces adorned with shining jewels along with beautiful women catering to his every need, but no, he was to awake in a shit hole surrounded by faeces and dirt. How wonderful.
The blonde sighed, eyeing over the distance a large, painfully yellow sign that no other establishment but oba-chan’s possessed.
‘The Banana Split’ had a nice ring to it, and upon hearing it most people may associate it with a snazzy bar or upbeat lounge of some sort. Maybe even a strip club…..but no, despite its awesomely awesome name, Naruto’s workplace was nothing but a run-down fruit bar with an annoyingly large sign to back it up.
Well, at least he got paid and he didn’t need to wear any stupid uniform. Speaking of clothes, the blonde noted the various tears dotting his orange tunic, mentally noting to have that fixed.
Naruto didn’t know why but for some unknown reason, he had a strange liking towards the colour orange, so much so that most of the clothes he owned were of the colour. The blonde assumed that it was a trait he possessed in his past life, of which he remembered nothing.
Upon his initial arrival to Rukongai, Naruto was armed with nothing but a name, Naruto Uzumaki, a strange attraction to orange, ramen and the phrase ‘Dattebayo’ along with the mental image of a red eye interlined with a strange black pattern. What those strange patterns meant, the blonde hadn’t the slightest clue.
However, what Naruto had managed to discern about his past life was the fact that he probably had been a solider of some sort. It was pretty easy to clue the pieces together considering his war-torn dreams and his body’s uncanny disposition towards fighting.
As noted by those who’d seen him in one of his many brawls, Naruto had the technique of a trained killer, moving with ease and striking with pin-point accuracy.
The blonde continued to walk at such a pace, daydreaming about what his past life would have been like until a fist found itself colliding against the blonde’s oblivious face. Pain shot up his nose as Naruto fell over, his eyes watering.
“Gahahahahahah!” beamed a voice chock full of laughter at the blonde’s misfortune.
Naruto scowled as he got up to his feet, eyeing the bald bastard who’d smacked him on the face with unrestrained anger.
“Oi teme! Who the hell……oh, it’s you! Bastard, you’re gonna pay for that!”
“Sure I will.” stated the black clad man with obvious sarcasm. “Just like I paid for it the last time right? And the time before that, and the time before that, an-“
Naruto let out a roar of fury at the offender’s jests, rushing at the robed man who calmly lay seated on a stool, sipping a cup of what looked like fruit juice.
“NARUTO!” hollered a bone-chilling voice that struck Naruto frozen in place, mere inches away from his target. “What the hell do you think you’re doing trying to assault a customer, brat!” questioned Myomi Hitsugaki, the seventy year old owner of Banana Split and Naruto’s employer.
“Um..ugh…..sorry Myomi-oba-chan. But this bastard punched me in the face! It’s on-“
“I don’t give a yen about what he did to you! He’s a customer and you’ll treat him with due respect, got it brat!? ”
“Uh…yes, mam.” stated Naruto with a sheepish nod of apology, assuring Myomi that he’ll be on his best behaviour from then on.
“Good! Now, go man the counter. Hakushi is sick today so you’ll have to work double-time.”
The elderly women left an annoyed Naruto to himself, disappearing into the confines of her establishment.
“You were saved this time, bastard. But I’ll get you….”
“Oh! Well then, how about we make that a challenge eh? You meet me in Kizaku Alley at, say, six, and we’ll settle this like men.”
“Heh, you got it! Datteybayo!”
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Naruto eyed his opponent eagerly, yearning to thrash the bald bastard that’d been annoying him for the past few weeks.
“You look all pumped up! Good, it’ll make the experience of beating the shit out of you all the more enjoyable.” mocked the man with a wolfish grin.
“I have nothing to say to you, cue ball.” responded Naruto with a smirk of his own.
“What’d you call me ya blonde haired dumbass?!” roared the man as he took his battle stance.
“What’d you call me, cueball!?” Naruto mimicked the gesture, bringing his hands forth to form his own battle stance.
A moment of silence seemed to pass as the two scowling faces glared at each other, unwilling to relent, pushing each other to make the first move. For a time it seemed like neither was willing to take the risky first shot, but rather lull the opponent into doing so. The calm before the storm, as it was called was, as noted by Naruto, the most annoying part of any kind of fight. The wait before it all began, it was like torture, or so the blonde said. However, thankfully for Naruto, his wait for short-lived thanks mainly in part to his opponent’s impatience.
And so, in a flash of movement, it began. The two beings collided with such force that it shook the air itself. In a blaze of accomplished footwork, the two fighters smashed against each other in an almost primal dance of punches and kicks, each expertly blocked by each of the two.
The sounds of their brawl echoed throughout Kizaku Alley and beyond, attracting the attention of a few onlookers, amazed by the sheer skill they were witnessing.
Blow after blow, block after block, the fight continued, neither side relenting an inch and yet fighting tooth and nail for every millimetre gained.
The sounds of their fists colliding startled the audience of watchers, the resulting shockwave sending a blast of wind into their faces.
However, with barely a minute having past and a lull had already formed in the battle, leaving Naruto and his opponent idly manning either side of their makeshift arena, both sides displaying signs of injury and fatigue.
“You’re pretty good, Naruto Uzumaki. This may well be a fight worthy my time.” sneered out the man with a grin.
“You’re not too bad yourself………Ikkaku Madarame. This fight is kinda…..enjoyable.”
“Heh, well, it ain’t gonna last much longer blondie. It’s about time I give our audience a real show.”
“Bring it on mirror head!”
And so the two fighters lunged at each other once again, their fists shooting forward with deadly speed. For Naruto, time almost seemed to slow down as he charged towards his opponent, his fist arching towards Ikkaku’s head with the goal of a one-hit knock out.
‘This is it…..the blow that’ll finish it…….’
What happened next both bewildered and annoyed the blonde to no end, and probably changed the course of Soul Society forever more.