Disclaimer: I own none of the concepts, characters, or locations in Naruto or Bleach. Any characters you dont recognize from either series probably belongs to me.

A/N: Here I am again. Another attempt at writing a story that I won't lose interest in within 2 weeks. I'm gonna try something new to my fanfiction, meaning I'm gonna try and write this in 1st person POV. Hopefully this new twist will make it more interesting for me. I normally try to update once a week, but this time I'll update whenever the new chapter is ready, which should be more frequently than once a week depending on the point in the story. This is also the first story where I have a plan as to what I want the plot to be.

Please try to muddle throught any inaccuracies in the Bleach Universe. I've got the Naruto shit covered, but Bleach is relatively new ground for me.

Unexpectations

Prologue - The Beginning of the End

"When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk,

With a gun in my hand, wearing a bullet-proof vest,

Singing my my my, how the time does fly,

When you know you're gonna die by the end of the night"

-Streetlight Manifesto, Keasby Nights

I am dead.

I've been dead for a long time now. Probably a few dozen times longer than anyone's ever been alive.

But if I'm dead, as I have clearly just stated, how the hell am I still talking? Well, I remain able to run my mouth because there is an afterlife.

One Hell of an afterlife.

At this moment, I don't know if I meant that figuratively or literally. Although, I suppose one could call my actual life some form of hell. My life wasn't exactly fun, or long. Eight years long to be exact.

Exactly eight long years.

In those eight years I experienced more cruelty than most people do in their entire life, even those that manage to make it past eight years. I endured constant hatred, and dealt with even more neglect. The only one making sure I got food in my stomach by the end of the night, was me. I guess my story, like most stories do, begins when I was born. My birth was certainly "interesting." Within two hours of my birth I had a seal slapped on my stomach and a demon chained to my soul.

I won't go into all the gritty details of my death. I will however tell you that, yes it was gruesome. Yes, a mob was involved. And yes, I was rather resentful afterwards. Seems like the perfect setting for some good old fashioned Hollowfication, no?

Looking down at my own mangled body, all I could remember thinking was, 'Dying really sucks!!' Perhaps not the most eloquent choice of words, and perhaps not the most meaningful thing to say post-mortem. But truer words I believe, were never spoken.

My focus was quickly shifted from my mangled self to the chain connecting us.

To my stomach where the chain was connected.

To the second chain connected to my stomach.

Up the second chain to the GIANT FOX LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS IT'S NEXT MEAL!

I think my exact words were, "Holy shit."

"HOW COULD YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO SUCCUMB TO THOSE FOOLS!" The giant fox growled at me. At the time I couldn't help but notice his breath was disgusting.

"Uhh.... What?" I said, flexing my conversational muscles. Yeah, I was quite the conversationalist.

He looked at me like I was a pathetic ant waiting to be crushed under-foot. Which I guess I was. "YOU LET THOSE PEONS KILL YOU! YOU LET THEM KILL ME!" He said dumbing his previous statement down considerably.

Oh yeah, the villagers. They were still dancing around my body like a bunch of savages. How had I not noticed them before? "I... Uh... What?" Oh yeah. Pure genius.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SHRIMP! WE'RE DEAD!" The Fox ranted at me.

"Who are YOU?!" I finally snapped out of my stupor. Took me long enough after all. The fox was about to respond when suddenly the chain connecting us began to glow. An expression of horror crossed the foxes face.

"NO!! NOT SO SOON! ABSORBTION SHOULD TAKE WAY LONGER THAN THIS!" I remember wondering what the hell the Fox was talking about.

If only I knew.

Suddenly the chain seperating the fox and I stopped glowing just as suddenly as it had started. The chain began rusting and appeared to be getting shorter and shorter. The Fox howled in rage and pain as he was slowly dragged towards me. Looking back, I wonder why I wasn't dragged toward the fox. I mean, he does kinda weigh more than I do. Guess the whole dragging process was more of a symbolic thing than anything. "NO!! NOO!! I WILL NOT BE-" The chain abruptly snaked its way around the Fox's neck and coiled around the length of it's body. I suppose it's kinda hard to talk with a chain clamped down on your wind pipe. The Fox, which I now noticed had nine tails, began writhing against it's bondage, being dragged towards me all the while.

I tried, quite desperately, to crawl away from the fox inching closer and closer to me. I didn't get very far. The chain binding me to my body, which was being kicked by a heavyset man and what appeared to be his wife, held strong and kept me within 8 feet of my own corpse. Yes, how delightfully morbid. The next few minutes are a daze to me. The next coherent memory I have is of seeing my own mangled corpse. Hmm, I never noticed just how broken my body really was.

My soul was elevated 4 feet above my corpse, I was staring down at my own carcass. The aforementioned carcass was being dragged at a slow pace down the streets of Konoha, a gruesome trail of blood leading down the street toward my death site. There was cheering and partying and booze. Overall there was a whole lot of merriment. Peals of laughter ran rampant through the streets. Shouts of unbridled joy, shouts of "THE DEMON IS DEAD!" rang in my ears. Seemed like one hell of a party.

A party I was being forced to watch.

I tried desperately to seperate myself from my body, but the chain remained unrelentingly strong. All that I wanted at that moment, more than to be alive, more than my need to leave this gruesome death party, was to wreak my revenge on each and every one of the assholes that made my life a living hell. In simpler terms, I wanted to destroy Konoha.

In that moment, all that I wanted was the complete and utter destruction of Konoha.

Konoha, my home. Konoha, my prison. Konoha, my Living Hell.

Konoha, the beginning of my End.

Konoha, the soon to be smoking hole in the ground.

Yeah, absorbing the Kyuubi probably had a bigger effect on me than I thought.

The whole time I had been dead, I hadn't been able to get a good look at myself. When the mob dragged me past a small pond I managed to catch a look at myself in the reflection. I was wearing the same clothes I was wearing at my time of death. The clothes being a black t-shirt and orange shorts. These clothes were in good condition though, unlike the torn up rags I had been wearing. My eyes had turned a deep bloody red with the pupil turning into a slit of darkness. Yeah... Badass.

My ears appeared to have elongated and were made more angular. Two sharp fangs emerged from my lips and I had claws on my fingers. Again... Badass. My hair also seemed to have become shaggier and a slightly darker blond. It seems my soul had undergone a transformation brought on by the Kyuubi. My past self realized that the big fox probably had some thing to do with it, I would later learn that I had just absorbed the kyuubi. Well, my soul had absorbed his soul, which explains my sudden urge to destroy Konoha apart from the fact that they had just succeeded in killing me and were parading my body all around the streets of Konoha.

I was just about to get prepared have to listen to these people celebrate my death forever when the Hokage and a team of ANBU appeared. Old man Hokage was NOT happy.

To make a long story short, the 20 people closest to my body were all killed on sight. The rest ran like newly decapitated chickens back to there homes. The Hokage ran over to my body and took my pulse. Nothing.

His body tensed up and I could tell he was beyond pissed.

More heads than just mine were going to roll tonight.

That didn't matter to me now. Konoha was going down, one way or another.

I failed to notice the fact that the Chain of Destiny locking me to my body had fallen away from my carcass and that the side closest to my body was corroding. Fast.

I ignored the unimaginable pain generally assossiated with the conversion of a Plus to a Hollow. My attention was elsewhere. Was that the Hokage using a Katon Justu on my body? Wow. He got over my death quickly. My nostrils were filled with the unmistakable stench of burning human flesh.

MY burning flesh. MY Jiji burning my dead body to ash.

I was a witness to my own cremation.

Death's a funny thing really. My last thoughts before I was rapidly became a hollow were those of Revenge.
Revenge may have been impossible during my actual life. It was more than possible after life.
It would almost be easy after becoming a Hollow.

As my soul faded into non-existence, I couldn't help but smile. They would soon feel my pain.

Naruto was dead. And in his place, a true demon.

Just not the demon they were expecting.

This is the story of my afterlife. This is the story of my life as a Hollow.

This is the Beginning of the End.

Hang on tight.