TO NEW READERS : Welcome! Thank you for clicking on my story! This isn't the actual beginning of this story, but a continuation. I encourage the reader to go read Part I first, but on the chance that the reader has not and doesn't I will be writing this as if the reader has not read Naruto or Part I. I will do my best to include plenty of details, but if something is confusing please don't be shy in asking questions. I'll answer if I can! Thank you!

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Woops! I forgot author's notes when I tweaked some minor details... Sorry if this sends people multiple emails!

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CrossWorlds ~ Part II ~ Chapter I ~ Intruders!

"…Everyone's here?" A gruff, elderly male voice asked as a pale man with shaggy silver hair walked through a pair of large doors with the Japanese number one on the front of it. He had squinted eyes and a wide, foxy smile that made him look mischievous at all times, whether he was actually planning something or not. He wore a black shihakusho under a white haoris with the Japanese three embellished on the back.

"Alright then," The same voice continued, "We will now begin with the subject of our meeting…" The speaker was an old man seated at the far end of the room, framed by ten people standing in rows on either side of him, six on his right, four on his left. Like the silver haired man, the old man also wore a black shihakusho, though his haoris was only draped over his shoulders with the sleeved hanging loose and it bore the number one on the back. He was bald, however he did sport a long beard with dark purple ribbon wrapped loosely around it to keep it in place along with a long mustache.

"Ichimaru Gin!" The old man said, talking to the silver haired man, "Captain of the Third Division, " The old man boomed out, sounding more than a little irritated.

"What going on?" The silver haired Gin asked, sounding just a bit coy, "Is it really that serious to call everyone here? Captains from around Soul Society, did you really come back here just for me?"

He was obviously mocking his fellow captains, distinguished by the white haoris over their black shihakusho with their division number embellished on the back. Ichimaru paused, glancing at the end of the row of four captains, "What's this?" He wondered aloud, "Captain of the thirteenth isn't here, what happened?"

"He's excused for injury," A dark skinned man with braided dark purple hair responded. Aside from the black shihakusho and white haoris bearing the number nine on the back, he also wore what appeared to be a rolled up orange bandanna around his neck and white sunglasses. This captain, Tosen Kaname did not bother to look at Gin as he answered in a neutral voice.

"He's not healed yet?" Gin asked, frowning, "Good luck to him…"

"Stop wasting time," A rough, gravelly voice snapped impatiently directing the attention to a tall, dark tanned man. His long, blocky face was partly obscured by an eye patch over his right eye while the left side of his face was marred by a long scar that ran from his strange black, bell-tipped spiked hair over his eye to his chin. He was frowning heavily at Gin as he continued, "Nobody came all the way back for chit-chat!"

Gin turned to face the taller man, not given a chance to respond as Zaraki Kenpachi, captain of Eleventh Division continued, "I heard that you went to deal with some intruders out of your jurisdiction, and, worse yet, you failed to eliminate the threats. Why? With your skill, four to five intruders should be a piece of cake."

Gin pretended to look surprised, but it was quite apparent that he was not. "Really? He didn't die… Hmm…"

"Huh?" Kenpachi responded, looking slightly startled at Gin's response.

"Strange," Gin continued, almost as if he didn't hear Kenpachi, "I was so sure I took care of him. Did my senses grow dull?" He wondered aloud, rubbing the back of his head and neck.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the light in the room flickered and a ripping noise sounded through the room. All the captains stiffened at the sound, looking around for its source when a swirling hole of black and white light opened above them, directly in the center of the two rows of captains before the old man sitting down, the Captain-Commander.

The swirling hole hissed and spat as most of the captains unconsciously moved a hand to his or her sword hilt. The hole gave another hiss, the outer edges contracting inwards a moment before expanding back out and something dropped out. The hole closed as the object hit the floor with a wet spat. A near lifeless figure landed sprawled, face down on the floor. The wetness of the landing came from the blood that splattered out from the unmoving figure who still made no move to get up as the puddle of blood underneath them grew.

"Captain Unohana," The old man spoke, silently giving an order.

Without a word the taller of the two female captains stepped forward. Her gray eyes were slightly worried as she knelt beside the figure, her thick black braid that was braided to around her neck to fall over her chest swinging. Quickly she rolled the figure over onto, what became apparent as a girl, her back.

In response she gasped, drawing in a quick breath that rattled wetly in her chest before coughing, spitting out blood as she did so. Unohana quickly cast a kido spell over the girl and poured her spiritual energy into healing her. As she did, she looked this sudden, strange arrival over.

She had brown hair that would hit her mid shoulder blade if it hadn't been bound up in a pony tail, though that was now falling out. The girl obviously spent a lot of time in the sun judging by her tan, though she appeared pale now from blood loss. Her level brow, wrinkled with pain even though she was unconscious, was set over a slightly large, straight nose that drew the eye to a pair of full lips complete with a cupid's bow. She was pretty enough in her own way, though not classically beautiful.

Unohana frowned as she increased the flow of spiritual energy into the girl. It was taking a great deal more effort than it should have in her healing, making the Fourth Division captain wonder just what had done this to the poor girl. It took longer than normal, but Unohana heaved a mental sigh of relief as the edges of the wounds closed, the girl seemed relieved too since she took a deep breath and sighed it out.

The captain placed a hand on the girl's forehead, brushing a few strands of hair off her face, "She's stable for now," She told the assembled captains, "I need to get her to Fourth Division though for further analysis."

"Is that wise?" A heavily tanned man with brown hair and brown eyes, hidden partly behind a pair of glasses asked, "We don't know who she is or where she came from after all."

"Thank you Captain Aizen," Unohana replied politely, "But with this amount of blood loss she won't be waking up for a while, even then she'll be so weak she won't pose a threat to anyone."

"Perhaps it would be good to place a guard on her though," Captain Aizen persisted, "Just in case."

"Send her to Twelfth Division," A very odd looking man suggested. His skin was white, with a black patch of skin on his face beginning on his upper lip and extending to the center of his forehead and just above the outside corners of his eyes while leaving his nose white. His wide eyes were the same shade of gold as cup-like contraptions over his ears and on his chin. He wore an odd hat over that, it resembled a baseball cap turned to the side, only the bill had stretched to form to points that reached to the outside of his right shoulder.

"Thank you for the offer Captain Kurotsuchi," Unohana replied, "But I think she would fare better in my own Division where there are plenty of medics on hand to aid her. Doubtless she will be distressed when she wakes and I do not wish to see her any more distressed than she need be."

"But we don't know where she came from, she may be with the ryoka Captain Ichimaru confronted earlier," Captain Aizen protested, he had a feeling there was more to this girl than met the eye.

"No," Gin answered as he walked forward to peer down at the unconscious girl, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "She wasn't with them then anyway."

"She will come back with me then," Unohana concluded as she stood, "She will not wake up for a couple days at least and it will be several more after that before she'll even be strong enough to stand-"

Whatever else Unohana had been about to say was cut off as the girl gasped and her eyes flew open. A mix of a grunt and another gasp escaped her as she rolled onto hands and knees and pushed herself to her feet. She was breathing hard and visibly trembling with effort as her wide, panic filled brown eyes franticly searched her surroundings.

Whatever she was looking for she obviously didn't find as the panic ebbed from her eyes and her breathing slowed. She coughed into her hand, flecking it with a bit of blood, but it was obviously what was left in her mouth and throat from before from the little amount of it.

"It seems you were mistaken Captain Unohana," Captain Kurotsuchi said unnecessarily with a slight smirk. The girl looked at him with suspicious eyes, but they left him quickly enough as she looked around taking in the captains around her with curious, yet slightly suspicious eyes.

"Please," Captain Unohana spoke, to get the girl's attention and she complied by turning to face the Fourth Division captain, "You need to lay down, you have lost a great deal of blood."

The girl's eyebrows came together as her forehead wrinkled. She shook her head slightly and spread her hands as she spoke, but not in a language that Unohana or the other captains understood. There was a general stiffening among the captains as they reassessed this girl, still dressed in the bloody rags of clothing she had appeared in.

"She's definitely not with the ryoka then," Gin spoke, his smile widening as he bent down to look the girl in the face. She arched an eyebrow at him as she tilted her head to the side, though it was obvious from her visible trembling that it was taking a lot of effort just for her to stay standing.

"Be that as it may be," Unohana continued, "I do need to get her to Fourth Division for further treatment."

The girl had apparently deemed that the captains surrounding her weren't a threat as she slowly sank to a floor to a sitting position. She had paled from excursion by standing and she closed her eyes, shutting the world out for the moment.

"I doubt she's up to walking," The largest of the captains spoke, he wore heavy boots, gauntlets, and shoulder guards in addition to the bucket-like helmet that completely covered his head and face, "I can carry her."

"Thank you Captain Komamura," Unohana replied with a smile.

The large captain had taken only a single step forward when the loud, repeated clank! clank! clank! of wood hitting wood that served as the seireitei's alarm system. The Shinigami captains all stiffened and looked up at the sound, their expressions ranging from acknowledgement to surprise. The girl had jerked herself upright and was looking from one captain's face to the next for some sort of clue, but all held different expressions. An amplified voice sounded a moment later, only slightly muffled, "Alert! Alert!" The voice called, the words reaching every Shinigami in the city section of the seireitei, "Intruders in the city! All personnel should report to their stations!"

"What? More intruders?" Kenpachi asked the room loudly, though no one had a chance to answer as he continued, "Can it be the same ones from before?"

"I repeat, alert!" The voice continued, "Intruders in the city! Please report to your appointed stations!" Without a word Kenpachi whirled and raced out of the room, his feet pounding rhythmically on the floor.

There was a general shift in movement as all the remaining captains turned to face the mysterious girl of unknown origin. Was she connected to all this? Why didn't she speak the same language? Where was she from then?

The girl wasn't looking at any of the captains though, her expression was a mix of irritation, questioning, and dread as she stared at a large white rat sitting up on its hind legs looking back at her looking smug.

That wasn't as bad as my usual cliffhanger now was it?

I was asked a few questions at the end of Part I so I'll answer a few of those here. =]

Q : Where are Ali's friends and the Naruto gang?

A : Somewhere else. This is part of the plot, it will all be explained later.

Q : What was the thing that attacked Ali?

A : The shadow beat of DOOM! I'm only partly kidding... It will be referred to as a shadow beast, shadow monster, wraith, and any other names I think of for it.

Q : Will the Naruto characters appear in the next part?

A : No, but that doesn't mean they won't appear in a later Part...

Q : Will Grimmjow be in the sequel?

A : Well, this isn't the sequel. This is another Part of CrossWorlds. The sequel comes later...

Woops, did I let a few spoilers slip there? I believe I did... =P