Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Bleach or Shaman King

Now this one's an interesting idea, if only for the fact it's actually a resurrection of an old concept of mine I wrote way back when I really sucked at writing. Coincidentally, I still had that story on my memory stick and stumbled across it one day when I was looking for something to install GTA's files on so I could run it on my new gaming PC. It just so happens I found my old story "On the Road to Enlightenment." A story about Naruto being taken to the Bleach world as a baby by an OC and Kurama being killed off and becoming an Arrancar, eating cheeseburgers and shit in Hueco Mundo in the present day. Sounds silly, right? I know. lol. Despite the goofiness of that story I felt it had a bit of charm about it. I liked the relations between the characters

Naruto being with Ichigo's sisters and his Kuwabara-like rival being with Orihime who was the Yukina to his Kuwabara and stuff and thought "Fuck it. I'm gonna revamp this shit." Thus Jesus Never Dies was born. I feel this will explain Naruto's rapid growth in power better. One thing I never liked about the original is that I feel I made Naruto too powerful, too quickly without much reason. Now I hope there is a enough of a justified reason for him to grow to godlike power so early on in his development

If you would like to check out Jesus Never Dies in its original conception then you can do in my "Library of Ideas" fic. Note: the fic is just a clusterfuck of discontinued stories and loose ideas I had so go ahead and skip right to the On the Road to Enlightenment "saga". Those series of chapters were titled "Naruto Raised in Bleach."

Story time.

This was it.

The end of the line.

The curtain was a drawing to a close on the story of one Naruto Uzumaki with his sacrificial death in the Fourth Great Shinobi War. 'Great' summarized the colossal tide for power immeasurably well. A tremendous war that spanned for nearly a week. The vast amount of stamina, sheer godlike endurance it took to act as the spearhead, the front man as Naruto Uzumaki did for his comrades to work off of him was simply otherworldly, Spirit King's trusty lifelong assistant documented in his reports in regards to Naruto Uzumaki's profile.

Looking over the blond's hero story, Manta couldn't help but feel inspired. Being the little man both literally and figuratively, Naruto's trials and ordeals as an underdog resonated with his spirit like no story he had ever viewed in history books during the time of his lifespan.

"It's just sad that he had to die so young," The little man murmured, sitting behind a desktop chair several sizes too big for his incredibly diminutive frame. He scanned the blond's profile on his laptop on his desk and sighed, "Seventeen. So young. He died way before his time."

He couldn't even acquire a girlfriend and experience all the thrills of young teenage 'love' much less finding authentic love and setting down with that one true woman who'll love him for eternity, and that was truly the most tragic thing about such a young man's early death to Manta.

Naruto may have been considered an adult to the shinobi world, but to the rest of the world and the others out there like Spirit World he was still very much a baby. A baby who never got the chance to see the world before being forced to grow up.

"It doesn't have to be the end for him, y'know?" The voice of his closest friend and ruler of all worlds placidly stated, putting a look of puzzled confusion on his trusted adviser's face.

"Huh?" He glanced up and forward to the double doors of his office which slid open on its own accord, revealing the Spirit King in all his usual insouciant glory, "What do you mean Yoh?"

"What I mean is, it doesn't have to be the end of Naruto's journey?" He grinned.

"Wait. Are you saying you're gonna reincarnate Naruto?" Manta rationalized.

Yoh winked, "Precisely."

Manta settled in his seat with the easy given answer, trying to rationalize Yoh's reasons for planning to transmigrate Naruto throughout history, "I suppose that would be easy with your power now, but why would you want to reincarnate Naruto?"

"Why not?" Yoh questioned back, "For all he's gone through in his childhood and for all he's accomplished in the Fourth Great Shinobi War, he at the very least deserves a second chance at life; a second chance at happiness in my opinion." Manta couldn't really argue with that logic. Reading Naruto's bio from when he was a baby up to his date of death was heartbreaking. No kid should ever have to endure the loneliness Naruto suffered as a young boy.

"Besides that though," Yoh continued, his expression sobering, "I'm getting the premonition the world will need the use of Naruto's power in the future."

Confusion shone in Manta's wide eyes, "Really?"

"Yeah." Yoh assured seriously, gazing at the palm of his hand, "Ever since I merged with the Spirit King and became him I've had the ability to see into the future. I can see dark clouds ahead for the future generation and I think the addition of Naruto to their world will really give them a much-needed edge to come out on top."

"I see." Well that explained his reasons for wanting to reincarnate Naruto but something still stuck out to Manta, "But wait! Wouldn't Naruto just lose his memories and his powers as he gets reborn as a new person anyway?" That was a good question. Just because you were reincarnated didn't mean you kept your memories and all the secrets of your powers it contained of your past life.

"No sweat!" Yoh assured, his cheerful insouciance returning anew, "I'll have Anna transplant his spirit inside a willing volunteer after a millennium. While he won't regain his memories of his past life he will rediscover his strength and power as he matures. Even all the abilities he gained from his fox buddy."

Manta stared at the omniscient ruler of all with all the dry awkwardness of someone who had heard an incredibly bad joke, "So we're basically going to recreate baby Jesus."

"Yep!"

"Why do I get the feeling this is gonna turn out badly?"

"Don't be so negative buddy! You never know. I actually think this could turn out great!"

"…Because you're the god of positivity as well as omnipotence."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

At the loud sleep-disturbing sound of an alarm clock blaring in a messy room, a hand emerged from under its shelter of sheets to grab the antithesis of sleep, hauling it unforgivingly against wall where it shattered into a myriad of metal pieces.

"Ugh."

A groan of lacklustre annoyance echoed from the sheets.

"Guess I better get up."

Reluctantly, the young teen removed his bed sheets from his short, scrawny frame, revealing shockingly bright blond hair and tired cerulean blue eyes that were better suited on a young American than a Japanese teenager of thirteen years old, but such was just but one of many peculiarities of the transmigrated Naruto Uzumaki.

"Oh man," He sighed, wishing he could salvage another three hours of sleep as he reluctantly pulled his vest clad form off of his mattress and over to his closet where his shattered alarm clock laid, yawning in the process, "Crummy hunk of junk. If you didn't make so much damned noise I wouldn't have to break ya every single morning." He swept the shattered pieces of alarm clock 101 to the side with his foot to pull open his closet door, reaching up on his tiptoes to pull out a box.

From within the confines of the box emerged another alarm clock he set to the appropriate time of awakening and left on his lamp stand.

"I feel like I've done this before." And he wasn't just talking about his usual repetitive act of being awoken by one of his many alarm clocks, only to break it and replace it with his plethora of spares. He was referring to his life in general. It was crazy, but Naruto had always instinctively felt a strange familiarity with the way he went about his daily life.

Pulling perverted pranks on his twin girls, his unholy, loyal love of ramen, his desire to prove himself as the best of the best and even the fact he had been living by himself in a rundown apartment complex since leaving the orphanage when he was ten. It all felt weirdly familiar, as if he had been a perverted, ramen-loving prankster living on his own in a previous life of his.

Even his very name gave him the same sensation of familiarity his very life did.

It was a weird sensation to feel everyday of every waking hour.

"Oh well." He shrugged in his realization that racking his brain for answers as to why he was getting the feeling that he was reliving his life wasn't miraculously going to materialize any anytime soon. With that concluded, he went about his morning routine of downing a bowl of cereal, having a shower, and getting dressed in his decidedly non-school uniform before leaving his apartment with his skateboard tucked underneath his arm.

He hopped straight over the banister of the top floor of his apartment he resided on and landed on the ground floor as soft as the cat trained in the ninja arts, ignoring the general stench of piss and garbage that plagued the hallways of the complex.

He was far too used to the shitty smell permeating in his apartment complex to be really bothered by it anymore.

"Ah!~" That didn't mean he was relieved like all hell when he stepped through the door of the complex to breath in the fresh air of Karakura Town, though, "Best part about actually going to school is that it gets me outta that shithole." And that was saying something, because there was nothing good about attending at the educational institution prison.

Taking off in a run, Naruto jumped, seamlessly sliding his skateboard underneath him. He glided insouciantly through the hordes of traffic, paying no mind to the raging horns of the cars he cruised in between the gaps of to pass or even outright skipped over. Where had he experienced that same level of hostility before? It felt familiar, but much like his life it remained a mystery to him.

He continued gliding at a leisured pace, allowing the gentle breeze picked up from his speed to carry such wondrous thoughts of his life experiences to the furthest reaches of his mind. Occasionally, he glided right on the side of a pavement step to show off for the younger kids being escorted across the street by a lollipop woman before sliding up atop of a mountain-like hill.

He stood high and mighty, gazing down below at the bottom as though he were the king looking at his subjects before placing both feet back onto the surface of his skateboard, tilting his weight in one direction to manipulate his skateboard without the usage of his foot, holding out his arms, "Just take me now if ya can world."

The intense rush of wind billowing heavily in his face from the accelerated speed was an amazing sensation to him. Naruto was a simple guy. He lived for the rush, to feel his heartbeat racing one hundred miles per hour, his anxiety rising and the relieving feel of euphoria his triumph against all the odds evoked in him.

The safe way was just the boring way to him. The real fun came from throwing caution to the wind and putting one's own wellbeing on the line. There was no better way to get the blood pumping.

Naruto slowed his descent when he reached the bottom and the end of his unconventional slide ride, a proud smile on his face at the little things he took joy in. Abruptly, his smiled widened at the sight of the only guy he could relate to leaning coolly up against a wall with his arms crossed, trademark ginger-coloured pompadour.

"Hey, Kuwabara. What's up buddy?"

Kazuma Kuwabara: more commonly known by as Kuwabara by just about anyone not his sister, stood at an impressive height of 171cm tall. It was hard for most adults to believe this young teen was in the same year group as Naruto. With his widowed countenance and tall frame, Kuwabara could've easily passed off as a high schooler. Much like Naruto, he might as well had been wearing no uniform at all. His blazer jacket and trousers were all sea blue instead of the conventional navy blue that most boys in Karakura Junior High wore.

"About time you showed up, Uzumaki," Kuwabara said without so much as an initial greeting, pushing himself off of the wall he made perch at.

That was fine to Naruto. Their relationship had been purely competitive despite the number of years the two boys had known each other, "Boy, you're sure in a hurry," Naruto began to taunt, stepping off his skateboard and flipping it up into his hand, "I'm starting to think you secretly like getting your ass whooped by me."

Kuwabara flushed in anger, "Shut up, Uzumaki! Today's the day, I, Kazuma Kuwabara, the warrior of love and justice, lay your punk-ass out to dry!"

Naruto rolled his eyes with all the familiarity of someone who had heard a line too many times to care, "I thought yesterday was going to be the day you 'finally' handed me my ass," Kuwabara remained inexplicably quiet save for the grunts of frustration he let out, "Or the day before that and the day before that day."

"Shut up! You just got luc-." A hard elbow being driven in between his eyes ended Kuwabara's attempts to save face and knocked him down to the hard-concrete ground below where he was immediately pinned by Naruto, "Gah!"

"Say again sir!" Naruto urged mockingly, laying into Kuwabara's face with a relentless, unforgiving barrage of right and left hooks, "I'm having a little trouble understanding ya."

Kuwabara could do nothing as he was beaten down into submission by as little as ten blows, five on each cheeks. He grunted and twitched spasmodically as Naruto got off of him, studying his subdued frenemy with a sadistic smile.

"Better luck next time bitch!" Naruto taunted, picking up his skateboard from where he dropped it to pummel his quote-unquote rival, "Ah, that was a fun little practise." Granted, it wasn't much of a practise but na, Naruto didn't sweat the decided lack of details, "Better get to school now before I'm late. Don't want Miss Riko or Karin-chan chewing my ear off."

Even with the threat and annoyance of being nagged half to death by his definite-not favourite teacher and definite girlfriend, one of them at least, Naruto took off on insouciant saunter, leaving his battered frenemy wallowing in the familiar sensation of defeat he knew almost as well as his sister.

"Damn you, Uzumaki," He grunted out, slamming a fist before his thoroughly bruised face, "I WILL beat you one day, mark my words!"

He may take him a century to accomplish his decided one true goal in life but as god as his witness he would do the increasing nigh impossible and lay Uzumaki flat on his back. If he was a quitter, then he would have thrown in the towel by the 50th time he had failed to overcome his rival in hand-to-hand combat. And that was only a guess.

Truthfully, Kuwabara had lost count of his losses to Naruto at 20...

But a distinct lack of win rate wouldn't deter him in his mission to knock Uzumaki from his high horse.

XxX

(Elsewhere – Karakura Junior High)

XxX

Yuzu was fretting. The reason? Naruto, the object of her attractions, had yet to arrive to their class. Usually, all students had an extra ten minutes before they were officially due for registration but because they had a nice, lenient homeroom teacher she often gave them another ten minutes before marking them for attendance.

This leniency was mostly for Naruto's sake even if the spiky haired delinquent refused to acknowledge the fact. If only for the fact the special treatment made him look like a teacher's pet. Even though everyone of their classmates knew Miss Riko favoured the delinquent they didn't nearly have the balls big enough to call her out on her favouritism toward Naruto, teasing him in the process.

He wasn't the toughest kid in school for nothing now.

Naruto had quickly established his intolerance to being fucked with back in his first few weeks in Junior High school when some hotshots attempted to taunt him about being a Gaijin – A foreigner inside Japan.

Naruto had immediately turned their faces into something that could only resemble damaged plums without even taking a hit in retaliation, and they were three of the older kids as well.

Since that day no one other than Naruto's frenemy and second toughest kid in Karakura Junior High, Kazuma Kuwabara, had the absolute balls and, in most kids' opinion, stupidity to challenge Naruto.

'I hope Naruto-kun isn't just fighting with Kuwabara-san again,' Yuzu was a girl of a fair-skinned complexion. She had dark brown hair she kept styled in twin pigtails stretching down to the brim of her neck. Like the other girls in her class, she too wore the official school uniform for girls, which consisted of a white sailor fuku with a navy-blue collar that came equipped with a red scarf, a navy-blue skirt and brown shoes on her feet.

"Those two numbskulls are fighting again," Sitting opposite to her desk in between a vacant one, her twin sister, Karin Kurosaki, stated with finality, almost as if she were reading her sister's mind. Despite being twins, the only similarities Karin and Yuzu shared were their fair, light skinned complexion. There was a night and day different between them.

Contrasting Yuzu's brown hair and soft brown eyes of unsullied innocence Karin's hair was black and tied in a loose-fitting ponytail while her eyes remained hardened and cold as if she had grown up well ahead of her years. Currently, she wore a replica of her sister's uniform.

As much as Yuzu wanted to disagree with her sister, she knew she had a point, "Why can't those two just get along and admit they're as close to each other as two brothers can be," She sighed.

Karin shrugged, tucking her arms behind her head, "Cause they're guys, sis," She said as if that line explained their unwillingness to be friendly, "They can't get touch with their feelings and stuff cause it wouldn't be 'manly' to 'em."

Yuzu's eyes softened, "They're such dummies."

"Never said they weren't."

"Alright class, settle down. I'm about to take attendance." It was at that point their teacher sauntered through the door, a placid smile gracing her red-painted lips. Miss Riko was a fair-skinned, bespectacled woman of height average with wavy, chocolate brown hair styled in a ponytail. A fringe of her hair hung in between the dark pools of her eyes.

She sported a baby blue coloured blouse over a shirtless vest top of a darker shade of blue and a white collared dress shirt. A long baby blue skirt that fell to her ankles and white shoes on her feet.

She gave a glance to all her students and sighed, register held underneath her arm, "I take it Mr Uzumaki isn't present and is just hidden among you, correct?" With the exception of the Kurosaki twins, they all shook their heads in the negative, eliciting another sigh from their curvaceous teacher.

Yuzu turned a disappointing frown to the desk in between hers and her sister's, 'Naruto-kun.'

"Okay, let's begin." Miss Riko insisted, taking her place in front of her students in her desktop chair front of her desk and behind the chalkboard, "I'll just have to mark Mr Uzumaki as absence."

No sooner as she said this, did the door reopen, revealing her wayward, blond spiky headed student. She might have been beaming inwardly as Yuzu was outwardly at Naruto's presence if he wasn't wearing his regular street clothes of an orange hoody over a short-sleeved white t shirt, blue baggy jeans and sneakers on his feet.

Why couldn't that boy just wear his uniform like the rest of them?

…Oh right. He didn't have parents.

How could she forget?

Sadly, it wasn't mandatory for students to wear their uniforms and wouldn't be until they reach High School. They could encourage them to the best of their abilities to wear their uniforms, but the decision ultimately fell on them to show up to school dressed in accordance to the school's lenient rules, and since a vast majority of students didn't give a rat's ass in regards to earning their teachers' approval a good portion of them usually showed up in their casual street clothes.

"I'm here," Naruto said casually, hands now folded away in his pockets with his skateboard stashed in his locker. He studied his classmates from where he stood by the door, his grin briefly warming at Yuzu's delighted smile before looking back to his teacher in questioning, "Am I on time?"

Her smile softened, "By my standards."

Naruto grinned nonchalantly, "Sweet." He strode over to his desk, seamlessly giving a feminine boy a high five down low on his way as he did, stopping to greet his girls on either side of his seat, "Hey, Yuzu-chan."

"Hi, Naruto-kun." She beamed.

"S'up Karin-chan?"

"Hey," She returned lackadaisically.

He drew in a silent breath of placid content. Those were his lady friends alright. Day and night. One was soft-spoken but cheerful and the other was brash but laid-back and cool, and he had a little something that satisfied the best of both worlds. Life sure treated him good. You know, just when it wasn't giving him near surreal sensations that his life was just a repeat of an old one some hundred years back, though he was positive there wasn't anything repetitive about his relationship with the Kurosaki twins.

Sometimes it felt as if he had known two girls that were soft-spoken and brash but nothing clicked from being with Yuzu and Karin so he figured this was the legit first time he ever had twin girlfriends.

"'I'll begin registration now. Raise your hand when I call your name."

xXx

Two hours.

As usual, maths had consumed two hours of Naruto's day. Two hours of his life he would never get back and two hours which were right up there with the hours he spent in Geography and English classes as the most boring of his day. Why did he even need to learn English for anyway? He was Japanese. He wasn't like he was ever going to take a trip to America or England. Naruto just didn't see the point.

Gah. He hated classes such as English or Geography. He hated any class that involved doing written work. Naruto was a man of action at heart, which was why Gym was his all-time favourite class. Hunkering down and solving quotations with his head was an utter bore and one Naruto barely had the attention span to keep his attention onto. If Miss Riko had ceased nudging him everytime he attempted to doze off he would've surely done so.

"Remember to finish the assignments I've given you," Miss Riko commented to the kids rushing out of the classroom.

"Naruto-kun," Yuzu stood from her own desk, adjusting her handbag on her shoulder and nudging the blond awake. Fortunately, if a student could finish his/her assignments before the end of class he/she could spend the remaining minutes as he/she pleased. Needlessly to say, Naruto spent his free time sleeping, just because he could never get enough of that.

"Would you like to have lunch with Karin-chan and I?" She asked, her cheeks burning a shade of pink as Naruto aroused himself from his mini nap, stretching out his arms and letting an audible yawn for good measure.

"Na. I'm just gonna have some downtime on the rooftop." Which was code for, "I'm gonna sneak off to the rooftop and indulge myself on adult-related stuff I shouldn't have sneaked into school but did anyway because I like living on the edge of danger."

Yuzu had known Naruto for years, thus knew as well as Karin did, that Naruto only ever treaded off to the rooftop or the bathroom to do one of two things or even both: drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes. She wasn't fond of Naruto drinking and smoking but there was nothing she could've done to persuade him from his bad route of delinquency.

"Ohh, Naruto," Still, that didn't mean she couldn't hold a grudge at him… for a day at maximum. Hour minimum.

Naruto just grinned cheekily at her as Karin nudged her lightly with her elbow, "C'mon Yuzu. Let's leave our 'badboy' to his devices and go chow down," She insisted, still in the same bland tone of voice.

"Catch ya later, babe," Naruto flicked her a two-fingered salute.

"See ya, Naruto," She returned, making her way toward the door, leaving Yuzu sighing in relent as she shifted shyly in front of the blond, "Yuzu-chan?"

She hastily pressed herself against him, causing him to smile softly, "Just promise me you'll eat something while you're up there Naruto."

His whisker-cheeked grin warmed, "You bet." He didn't know why, but he could never break a promise. To anyone. Ever since he could remember he never had it in him to go back on his word, as if sometime in his life he had pledged to himself to fulfil whatever promises he had made even if it killed him.

Yuzu brightened, "That's all I needed to hear!" She said, snuggling into Naruto, prompting the blond to curl his arms around her slender frame. For that moment, the two forgot about the world and settled into the other's embrace, drinking in the other's scent and feel of their skins making contact.

And then, just like that it was over, with Yuzu reluctantly vacating Naruto's embrace, bidding him farewell with a peck on his cheek and a mesmerizing view of her behind and hour glass figure in her departure from their homeroom class.

"Damn, I hate to see that girl leave but I love to watch her go," Naruto chuckled, tucking in his own chair into his desk.

"Naruto Uzumaki. A word please." Miss Riko requested.

"Sure teach," Naruto obliged, sheathing his hands into their holsters that was his pockets before sauntering up to definite-not favourite teacher, "S'up?"

She waited until he was before her before she sat herself at the brim of her desk, her gaze softening, "I'm worried about you."

Naruto made a face as his shoulders slumped as though a weight were placed on them, "Aw man. Look, if this is about me almost coming late, that gu-."

"It's not about that Mr Uzumaki," She cut in before he could go off on one, reaching forward to pat him comfortingly on his shoulder, "How are you? Are you okay for money?" Naruto was the only one of her students who lived entirely by himself.

"Fine," Naruto grouched, "The money I get from the social takes care of my bills, grocery and all that and I usually just run odd jobs for folks to get a little extra for ramen." That and he had a habit to pickpocket any unsuspecting adults his shoulder collided against, but she didn't need to know that.

The relief that shone in her eyes at the reassurance of his finance touched him a little, "That's good," She stated softly, "You know I'm always here for you if you ever find yourself in a pinch."

"Yeah, I know," Naruto snickered mischievously, his cheeky smile returning, "Thanks, teach." It was nice to know he could at least count on one of the teachers to lend him a hand, even if his pride would never allow him to take said hand. Just that hand being there and available was enough to put his mind at ease. Loneliness was a terrible and an unbearable concept. The whisker-cheeked teenager felt he had frequented it long enough to know he never wanted to pay it a visit again.

It was just too bad she had to ruin the moment with her next line, "You really need to stop fighting with Mr Kuwabara."

She couldn't stifle the giggle that erupted from her throat at her student throwing his arms up in his annoyance, "And there it is."

"You're always fighting with him, though," She said, playfully tapping him on his nose much to his chagrin, "It's taking a strain on your punctuality as well as his."

"It's not even my fault though," Naruto insisted, "He starts it! He always does! He has it coming."

She rolled her eyes with all the experience of a veteran who had dealt with Naruto's kind of teen before. In truth, she had. Kids like Naruto and Kuwabara were too prideful and stubborn to admit they were in the wrong, like they would be surrendering to the other's superiority in doing so if they did. They just didn't have the maturity to see such things like male dominance was irrelevant and a waste of time.

"And you could be the bigger man and walk away," She retorted.

This time it was Naruto's turn to roll his eyes. Typical teachers. Like they would ever understand.

"Fine. Whatever, I can go now?" Naruto requested impatiently.

She pitied his impatience with a shake of the head and a smile, "Sure." As he pivoted on his heel and reached forward to the handle of the classroom door, she felt the need to remind him of the significance of attending his next class on time, "You have History class next after lunch with Mr Shun. Please try to show up on time. You know how he can be."

Mr Shun: better known as simply Mr S by the clear majority of his students and Doctor Scar by Naruto and Kuwabara, was a cold and cruel man. Many wondered why he took up the occupation of a teacher or how he was even still employed. He had little to no patience for slackers or failures. The former of course was Naruto, which in return made the delinquent boy the dubbed psycho teacher's greatest adversary.

When it came to initiating physical punishment of any misbehaving student Mr S was more happy-trigger than a teacher beating a student into submission had a right to be. In fact, one might say inflicting pain onto another actually gave him tremendous pleasure.

"Doctor Scar…" Naruto seethed, and unbeknownst to him, his eyes shifted to a shade of deep scarlet red from the intensity of the anger flowing within him as he subconsciously tightened his grip on the door handle to the degree it could be heard.

"Naruto."

"No promises!" Naruto stormed out of class before she could attempt to comfort him, ignoring the usage of his birth name.

"Naruto!" She screamed before she relented, "That boy," She slowly pried her concern-filled gaze away from the exit her ill-tempered student had angrily stormed out off and to her lap, "He's going to get himself kicked out of school if he doesn't learn to behave himself."

XXx

"Man, fuck Doctor Scar!" Naruto murmured harshly, budging over any kid unfortunate enough to collide shoulders with him on his route to his locker. Most had the common sense to steer well clear of the bad-tempered hotshot, making two rows of crowded students for him to march through as if he was the president. They knew to steer clear from Naruto on his best day much less when he was such a bad mood as he was then.

"I might just skip class intentionally and kick his ass," Naruto grumbled, stopping by his locker and twisting in the coordinates. The clicking sound that symbolized the turning of the dial of his locker also embodied the idea he got, "Now there's an idea!~ Yeah, I think I'll do that." A savage smirk crossed his face as he pulled out a bottle of sake and a box of cigarettes from his locker, "I'm gonna bait that fucker good."

He slammed his locker shut with a resounding bang, sauntering to his designated resting spot while laughing his head off, not caring if any kid saw his alcohol or his cigarettes. Fortunately, if there was one thing no student would ever do that would result in serious repercussions for another, it was snitching. Ratting someone out was considered to be the lowest move any student in Junior High could make.

Besides that no one would have the balls to snitch on a kid capable of soloing a gang of older kids from Karakura High school without even getting a scratch on him.

Jesus Never Dies

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Old Scars Never Heal

(Cafeteria – With Karin and Yuzu)

Yuzu's mind was currently on their wayward maybe, somewhat boyfriend. Oh, who was she kidding? The whole school knew they loved each other. Naruto spent about seventy percent of his day with the Kurosaki twins, using the remaining thirty percent to play video games with Kuwabara to see who could outscore the other or even laying the taller boy down for count like he usually did.

"Worrying about Naruto isn't gonna magically make him appear, sis," Karin stated, reading along the lines of her sister's thoughts as she took a bite out of her sandwich.

"I know," Yuzu admitted with a longing sigh, digging into her own lunch, "I just wish Naruto-kun could join us more for lunch, though."

"I don't." Her twin asserted, "This is the only time of the day we're free from that knucklehead lifting up our skirts."

Despite disliking Naruto's perverted antics for them, Yuzu hid a little mischievous smile, "Kind of a good thing we haven't introduced Naruto-kun to onii-chan yet, huh Karin-chan?"

"No kidding," She replied dryly, "I can already see how that would go. Ichi-nii would try to play the brother card on Naruto and Naruto would kick his ass."

"You really think Naruto-kun is stronger than Ichi-nii?" She figured the two would come to blows if they ever met, especially if Naruto groped Ichigo's sisters in his view. One didn't need precognition to know Naruto Uzumaki and Ichigo Kurosaki would not hit it off. They were so alike but in all the wrong ways, being two hotheaded idiots of the same pond.

She was just thrown off to hear her sister so casually state Naruto's victory, like the matter wasn't even worth discussing. Ichigo was seventeen after all while Naruto was only thirteen. He had a four-year age and height advantage over Naruto.

…But considering the fact Naruto had toppled fully men triple his size and much older than Ichigo and occasionally got into fights with their crazy teacher and came out on top, Yuzu could see where her sister was coming from.

Oh boy, when rationalized like that Yuzu felt a bit naïve for thinking of anything less than a straightforward Naruto victory in a Naruto vs Ichigo versus match up. And from her sister's finest deadpanned stare it seemed the answer was too straightforward to even need to be answered vocally.

"Do you even need to ask?"

Duly noted.

"Hehe. Guess not."

xXx

Within an hour lunch break was over and second period was officially under way. As Karin and Yuzu made it to their History class, they spotted the only acquaintance Naruto could actually call a friend even if the two stubborn boys didn't want to admit to such sitting at his desk, hands folded together in what he liked to refer as his 'thinking pose.'

"Hi, Kuwabara-san." Yuzu said brightly in greeting, ambling over to the delinquent stuck in the 80s. Their desks was right behind his so it wasn't like they were going out their way to interact with him, "Do you know where Naruto-kun is?"

Kuwabara looked disgusted by her innocent assumption of him knowing Naruto's whereabouts, "What? Hell no! Why would I know where that blond clown is? I ain't his keeper."

"You're his best friend," Karin deadpanned.

"W-What?" Kuwabara stuttered, "Get real! We ain't friends! We're rivals! There's a difference!"

"Rivals, friends. Same thing to me."

"Well it isn't!" Kuwabara grumped, crossing his arms and turning away from the girls of his definite-not friend.

Yuzu let out a sigh at Kuwabara's similar unwillingness to admit his solidarity with Naruto before strolling past him with her sister to their desks behind him. Naturally, they sat on either side of a middle desk destined for their beloved; a desk Yuzu stared longingly at as if it would suddenly make Naruto materialize from thin air.

'Why can't you just attend class, Naruto-kun?' She mused to herself rhetorically.

She knew that wasn't going to happen, though, especially considering who their teacher was for this particular period. Nobody liked Mr S and Mr S liked nobody, but he held the strongest disdain for the blond spiky headed delinquent, and the blond knew it. Naruto often purposely got himself into trouble so Mr S would come hunting for his ass and he could lay him out in return.

Students usually weren't allowed to strike back at a teacher dealing out punishment but that hadn't stopped Naruto. Mr S had always been too prideful to ever disclose his losses to Naruto to the headmaster, even if it was just the thing he needed to be rid of Naruto.

The door to their class cracked open submerging them in the familiar chilling sensation they knew as their dispassionate teacher's cold presence, giving entrance to the bald-headed man himself. The instant he had stepped through the door, the volume of innocent chit-chat and playful gossip quietened as the students gathered in their seats as if they were assembling for their sergeant in cadets.

Much like his nickname given to him by his most hated enemy to date would suggest Mr S did indeed possess a scar trailing up from his cheekbone down to the brim of his jawline.

He observed his students with one impassive glance to see the opportunity his arch-nemesis had presented him, "I see Naruto Uzumaki hasn't made attendance."

"If you give him five minutes I'm sure he'll show up!" Yuzu tried, but it was already too late. The gleam of a petty opportunist had already briefly shone in the hate-filled dark eyes of the deranged teacher.

"No," He said with a shake of the head, staring off in the distance, 'He is baiting me.' The sad part was, it was a bait he was going to take. After all, this time he had contingency plans in place in order to deal out the punishment the most trouble-making kid in school had been begging for, 'This time, Uzumaki…' He pledged, rolling his shoulders to knock his black coloured blazer jacket from them, removing it from his lean-built frame to begin methodically unbuttoning the sleeves of his white dress shirt, 'I will give you the discipline you rightfully deserve."

"Here we go again," Karin stated in a bored manner, getting urged to shush by her sister, which she ignored.

Mr S paid her a menacing glance in an effort to intimidate her, but otherwise made no move to exact retribution for her remark. It was unfortunate, but he could no such thing against students talking sass, "Take out your textbooks and turn to page fifteen. Continue where we left off last session." He could barely contain his excitement as a malevolent smirk appeared across his lips, "I have to step out for just a moment."

With that instructed, he vacated the perimeters of the classroom in a flash, leaving his remaining students sighing in the familiarity that they had seen this scenario play out one too many times before.

xXx

(Rooftop)

xXx

Naruto felt relaxed and slightly lightheaded laying on his back, his bottle sake tilted over next to him emptied of its contents and four cigarette butts next to it. There was no other way to go into a fight other than being drunk off your ass in his opinion.

"Feels good man," Naruto stated dopily, his smile hardening at the violent sound of the rooftop door being slammed open, "Hey, Doctor Scar. About time you got here."

The huge shadow of his adversary loomed over his relaxed posture, "Naruto Uzumaki," Mr S started smoothly, eyeing his hated enemy and the frowned-upon substances around him in disdain, "You failed to make attendance in class. Furthermore, you have not only brought in alcohol and cigarettes in school, you consumed them by the looks of it. You do realize the act of smoking and drinking alcohol is not only prohibited on school grounds it's also illegal to anyone under the age of twenty-one?" He chuckled darkly, "I do believe punishment is due."

"Oh?" Naruto feigned surprise, "You actually think you can defeat me?"

Mr S' sinister laugh lengthened and deepened in despite of the teen openly snubbing him off as his lesser, "That arrogance of yours will officially be your downfall today, Uzumaki. Not to reveal my hand, but you could say I've come prepared for this moment. You. Will. Fall."

"Heh, we'll see about that," Assured with confidence, Naruto flipped up to his feet, pivoting seamlessly on his heel and striking his enemy directly in his abdomen with an audible crunch.

…Only for Mr S to not even so much as flinch.

Now, considering Naruto's punches were strong enough to dent metal and shatter glass like dirt and never failed before now to heavily wound the bald-headed fighter, the very fact that Mr S could now tank one of his quote-unquote super punches was shocking to say the least.

"What the fuck?" If anything, that punch had hurt Naruto more than that it did Mr S, even just a little. He could've sworn he hit a solid surface instead of flesh and heard the nasty collision of steel being crushed under the force of his punch.

"I told you," Mr S chuckled, lifting up his shirt and allowing Naruto to get a glimpse of a fist-dented steel plate that rested around his abdomen, "That this time I have covered my bases covered, Uzumaki."

"Aw, a steel plate for protection? You bitch." Naruto taunted, "What happened to all that pride of yours, Mr S?"

"There are times when swallowing one's pride is a necessity to do what is a must," Mr S countered smoothly.

But Naruto wasn't buying any of that, "You're so full of shit." This time he struck high, striking his adversary in his upper chest only to get the same result. A resounding clang and a smug Mr S. Only time his fist wasn't nearly as strung as the first time he hit his stomach plate since this time he was expecting it and packed more bite in his punch.

"More condom protectors? Dayum! You're just covered in those things! What a little bitch!" Naruto quipped braggingly.

"Humph. If you were half as smart as your mouth is you probably would've passed my class by now and with flying colours," Mr S quipped.

There would have been no better time for a crowd of African Americans to exhale in cheerful shocked acknowledgement of the worthy comeback line. Even Naruto just had to take a second to applause Mr S' one-liner.

"Oooooh! Okay, I'll give ya that one," Naruto snickered sassily.

Mr S chose to not even dignity Naruto's verification of his quip with a response. Instead, he struck low due to the vast difference in height leading with his fist aimed toward that smug whiskered face he despised so much, prompting Naruto to spring up much higher than any ordinary human let alone a school kid had a right to soar, flipping acrobatically through the air before instinctively landing on all fours in a emulation of a toad.

"Freak of nature," Mr S muttered underneath his breath.

Naruto spring boarded toward him, bringing his foot around in an unconventional flying kick to take his enemy's head off, only for said enemy to drop the shoulder and roll expertly behind him. He lunged down low again, taking aim at the blond crown, though in a beautiful display of advanced martial arts and athleticism Naruto ducked, flipping onto his hands in a handstand and actually managing to block his punch with the sole of his foot.

Mr S grimaced down in frustration at Naruto's inhuman reflexes and ingenuity to counter an initial counter to his strike that had left him entirely vulnerable, "Freak…" Right before he was put on the backfoot from Naruto's relentless barrage of inverted kicks from his hand stand position, right against his steel plate armour, ploughing through it as though it were made out of paper.

He knew the boy could hit hard having faced him many times in the past and fallen before but this – damaging him through his armour of steel – was beyond otherworldly. Each kick packed the force of an elephant and staggered him for all he was worth, forcing him into a violet coughing fit.

"D-Damn!" He choked out, looking for any way out of the bombardment on his armoured midriff that forced him to backpedal against his will, 'He's some kind of monster.' Whether fate was taking pity on his tormented soul or just wanted him to suffer more would forever remain a mystery as his foot collided with Naruto's empty sake bottle in its backward press against the teen's unrelenting push, causing him to lose balance and plummet to the ground below, 'No.'

He was right to feel dismay in despite of the lucky respite of the punishing assault of feet. He was still left in a vulnerable spot Naruto pounced at like a soaring frog. Literally. He flipped back on all fours, springing with all his limbs to soar skyward. Gravity simply had no influence on him as he took to heights giving him a glorious bird-eye view of his hometown, though he largely ignored the scenic sight of Karakura Town to swarm down on his prey like a deadly hawk.

Mr S' eyes widened at the speed of which his adversary was travelling at before rolling to the side, narrowly avoiding the fist from the apparent heavens that cracked the concrete rooftop like butter, though the pressure alone from the attack rattled Mr S.

"Just. What. The. Hell. Are. You?" He growled, phrasing each word of his question as though it would enhance his perplexity of the inhuman boy before him as he rose to his feet. No human should ever possess the raw strength needed to punch through steel and shatter concrete like so much fine China. It just wasn't right or logical for that matter.

Instead of answering right away Naruto leaped up to his feet and reared his fist back, lunging forward in the same fluent motion Mr S was powerless to counter, his fist making explosive contact with Mr S' armoured ribs. Steel and bones shattered into pieces from the pressure of a freight train.

"Someone you don't wanna piss off," Naruto answered coolly, watching his doubled over arch-nemesis hack up blood from his mouth which spattered to the ground with a sickening splotch in sadistic delight, "Feeling barfy?"

"Shut up!" In a fit of desperation and rage Mr S brought his fist down on the blond's skull with all the intensity of a boulder falling from an absurd high, causing the odd raw collision of two solid objects reverberating through the distant air as if it were iron meeting iron instead of flesh and flesh.

And yet, Naruto remained unfazed. Not even a flinch. That was the least Mr S could have hoped for in this predicament and he didn't even get that.

'That should've knocked him into disorientation!' Considering what he was wearing on each of his fists, dazing Naruto shouldn't have been nearly as far from the realm of possibilities as it was now, and judging by his all-knowing smirk it seemed he had clocked on to Mr S' hidden gadgets.

He immediately trapped Mr S by the wrist in a vice lock grip, filling the bald-headed man's eyes with horror, 'Oh no!'

"I knew it," Naruto assured, pulling off Mr S' black glove to reveal one set of his brass knuckles, "You're wearing brass knuckles. Haha! Boy, you really ARE going full tryhard to beat me! It's hilarious! Well, sad in your case but funny as fuck in mine."

"You…" Mr S stammered helplessly, on the verge of defeat.

"Yeah, I know, I'm legit." Neither advancing nor retreating Naruto performed a one-eighty on the spot, driving his forearm into Mr S' chin, rolling with the momentum to deliver a lethal high kick that carried his nemesis off of his feet and through the air, before gravity brought his nigh broken body to the unforgiving concrete flooring with a painful thud.

"Gah!"

"Ohh!~ And with a one-two hit combo Doctor Sissy goes down!" Naruto announced grandly as though he were an announcer, sheathing his hands and sauntering toward his fallen prey.

"Damn it!" He gasped out, his voice sounding hoarse as his body tried to circulate oxygen through his battered and broken ribs. Each breath he involuntarily sucked in felt like an agonizing stab to his chest; a stab that symbolized the dagger going through his already frosty heart. No defeat to Uzumaki had ever felt this… mentally devastating and outright heart-breaking, because he had never tried as hard as he did to overcome the boy.

Before now, he had been vaguely aware of Naruto's super strength but always assumed it was the above average human strength. That was why he swallowed his pride in resorting to the underhanded tactics of armouring and equipping himself up in steel plates and brass knuckles respectively, to give himself a much-needed edge against the freakishly strong Junior High schooler.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever imagined he possessed the strength to punch through steel like it was made out of paper.

"What… is this creature?" He grunted, clenching hard pebbles in between his brass knuckles clad fingers bitterly.

The quiet, almost inaudible approaching footsteps of the boy- no, monster might as well had been animistic paw prints of a hungry tiger stalking its prey for all the raw fear it evoked in him.

His breath hitched, "No…" When he raised his head to find the silhouette of his nemesis methodically closing him down like he had all the time in the world judging him with those strikingly cold cerulean eyes that shone on his shadow he realized, for the first time, that he well and truly feared Naruto Uzumaki. Before, he had viewed him as an obstacle. A great obstacle he had to humble with his own two hands, but an obstacle nonetheless.

How wrong he was.

And devil himself in humanoid form would reap the consequences upon him.

"Stay back!"

That didn't mean he was just going to accept judgement without trying to plead his case first though.

Naruto bulked in his sudden surprise at hearing the genuine plead for mercy and bona-fide fear in his arch-nemesis' voice and face. Out of all the adults he had beaten down into submission for essentially looking at him wrong Doctor Scar was the only one to maintain his tenacity and will to overcome him so the fact that he had finally broken him down came as a welcomed shock to Naruto as he smirked malevolently.

"Well, well, well," He resumed his casual stride forward to his decidedly humbled teacher, laughing every so often as he did while Mr S backed away from every step he took onward, "Lookie what we have here, the high and mighty, all imposing 'scary' Doctor Scar trembling like a little sacredly cat!" He sniggered, "This is rich!"

"Stay back!" He batted his arms defensively before him before scrambling for any material object he could utilize as a defensive weapon to fend off Naruto's oppression.

"Aw, but teach," Naruto mocked, "I'm just a 'little boy.' There's no way a 'little boy' could hurt a fully grown adult like you, right?"

"You're not a boy!" He rectified hastily, successfully giving Naruto the pause he needed to catch him by off guard with his clarification, "You're a monster!"

You're a monster.

You're a monster.

Those words, that one simple statement made out of pure spite, drove deep into Naruto's very essence, touching, burning old scars thought to have been buried throughout history. A psychological effect was triggered. His eyes swirled, losing their rambunctious blue to appear as all white blank irises. For a small, brief moment he saw a younger version of himself in a setting that was both familiar yet not unfamiliar, crying in front of a mob of gathered civilians all ridiculing him mercilessly before the scene switched to one he was infinitely more familiar with and one he could say with certainty still tortured him to this very day.

Because getting called a monster by the woman who'd given birth to you would leave a deep mental scar on just about anyone.

"You're wrong…" He trembled, taking in deep, staggering breaths while clenching his fists tightly.

"Ahh!" Unfortunately, Naruto's nigh nervous breakdown had presented his arch nemesis with the perfect opportunity to attack him and it was an opportunity he desperately gobbled up, shattering Naruto's own sake bottle atop his head, "Huff, huff. Just die you abomination." He panted, eyeing the blood-soaked crown of his hated enemy with a measure of deep satisfaction. Said satisfaction turned to caution when his wrist was grabbed, "No."

"Take it back." Naruto demanded threateningly, the bangs of his spiky mane shadowing his eyes.

"Huh?"

The tightening of Naruto's grip was audible enough to be heard in the tense air, causing Mr S to close his eyes, "Take it back!" He roared, "I'm not a monster!"

"Are you shitting me?!" Despite his fear of the inhumanly powerful kid who could snap his arm like a twig, Mr S still defied him. That took balls if one were to ask Naruto, "Just look at yourself, brat! You're pulling off stunts no humans could ever in a lifetime hope to perform! You're definitely in no way shape or form a human!"

The solid grip on his arm tightened further, causing the sickening sound of shattering bones to reverberate throughout the air, "Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!" With an anguish cry of rage, Naruto reared his fist back, letting it fly and hammering Mr S with all the force of a pent-up gorilla, sending him gouging through the very concrete ground itself before coming to an agonizing halt against the wall of the rooftop door, "Damn it!" Naruto murmured harshly, dropping to his knees. As much as he tried to deny it he knew Mr S was right in regards to his abnormality. He was the furthest thing from normality as one could get.

Able to pull off stunts and achieve heights no human had a right to achieve just based on their own natural limitations as humans. And the most unearthly part about Naruto's inhuman feats was that it all came as natural as breathing to him, as if he were a cyborg built for the sole reason of being an unstoppable overpowered machine. As he grew older his strength also grew immeasurably, distancing him from the other kids in his age group who just couldn't relate to him, leaving him to wallow in the surreal familiarity that was loneliness.

"Who… or what am I?"

That will be it for the prologue. I hope you guys enjoyed and yes, we are at the START of Bleach but the Kurosaki siblings are at their timeskip ages. Overall, I felt eleven would have been too young for a relationship and just hit the fast forward button. Bye for now.