A/N: This is a Naruto/Bleach crossover challenge from The Infamous Man. I thought i would be interesting to take up so with his conscent, i started typing this up. Please read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Bleach or Naruto.

Chapter 1: Into the Descorrer

The sand beneath him clotted with the crimson fluid spewing from his injuries. Grimmjow gazed at the blue ceiling of Las Noches waiting for what was left of his life to fade away. The mighty Sexta Espada defeated by a mere wannabe Shinigami and then attacked by Nnoitra with all intent to kill him. Ironically though, if it weren't for Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow would have been killed by Nnoitra. So many years spent to become the greatest, so many sacrifices to get this far and now all of that destroyed.

Grimmjow reminisced his day as an Adjuchas, remembering his fracción and how he met them. Originally they wanted to eat him but after a quick display of his power, his attackers became his followers. Many more years after of consuming over three thousand other hollows striving to become Vasto Lordes together but in the end his fracción claimed their power was not increasing and going on would be pointless but Grimmjow was to become something more.

"I called them cowards," Grimmjow thought. "They stayed by my side til the end. Be seeing you guys in a few. We'll take over whatever is after this together."

Grimmjow chuckled to himself. The idea of dying was unfathomable to him and now wounded and bleeding out, he still wanted so much more. Grimmjow always referred to himself as the king but what kind of king would be willing to give up so easily.

"I won't give up and I never go back on my word! That's my ninja way!"

Grimmjow's eyes shot open and he slowly forced his bloodied body up. He was curious to who said such a silly thing. He scanned the battlefield but the only other people in sight were Ichigo, inside Orihime's healing dome, Orihime herself, Nnoitra and some man with spiky hair. Grimmjow assumed that goofy speech came from the new Shinigami but the voice sounded more like a child than an older man.

Suddenly the hollow hole on Grimmjow's abdomen felt like it was burning up. He clenched his stomach and curled up into a fetal position from the pain, it was unlike any pain he felt before. However during all of the pain, he had a vision of a small blond child being run through with a hand that appeared to be cloaked in electricity. Blood spewing from the hole of the boy's gut, his boy slowly going limp and cold, tears rolling his cheeks but what interested Grimmjow the most out of the vision was the look in the child's eyes. The same look Grimmjow had in his own eyes. The look of anger, power and desire to be so much more. He wanted recognition just as he did. Grimmjow entered another vision involving the child but this one wasn't like the previous but a vision of people speaking with the blond one by one.

It started with a female which looked about the same age as the blond but what made her stand out was her strange pink hair. She had tears practically pouring from her eyes. She slapped the blond.

"Why? You said you'd bring Sasuke-kun home not nearly kill him! I hope you get executed for this! You're nothing to me!"

The next person was difficult to identify besides his silverish hair, a slanted headband covering his left eye and a mask covering everything blow his eyes.

"And to think you reminded me of Obito. I was ordered to secretly supervise your recovery mission of Sasuke. If anything went wrong, I was to step in or if it went successfully, to give a full accurate report. I had no choice but to tell the truth about your incident. I'm not sorry Naruto but this opened a new opportunity to us. Sasuke with be given the Kyuubi. He will kill you and then a jutsu will be used to seal the demon within him after your dying breath."

Grimmjow just laid there in the sand forced to have these vision. One after another these visions continued and each one bringing more detail to the sad life of this Naruto person. Occasionally Naruto would talk back to those revealing their part in his betrayal and most of them did it for power. Grimmjow did not feel pity nor sympathy for Naruto but for some reason these visions began to boil what blood remained in Grimmjow's body. Why would these visions upset him to such extent? It's not like this happened to him…or was it? Could these visions perhaps be his former life before he became a Hollow?

"Is this me?" Grimmjow thought. "Why am I being forced to see these stupid visions now?"

Another vision came to Grimmjow. He groaned in annoyance. How much longer must he be subjugated to these visions before he could die? The visions were merely angering him at this point. The girl that approached Naruto was different than the others. Her opal eyes were full of innocence and her voice soft and sincere. Unlike all the visions, this one seemed to comfort Grimmjow.

"N-Naruto-kun. This isn't fair…they can't do this to you. I- I'm trying my best to help you. I really am but my family's influence only goes so far on the council but I w-won't rest until you're free or until you get you some kind of peace. N-Naruto-kun…if I can't help you, then I have something to tell you. I-I love you, N-Naruto-kun."

The vision ended with the girl being pulled away by guards with her screaming to let her go. If Grimmjow could feel any kind of real emotions he would be touched by the girl's efforts. All these visions of betrayal just to find one person that actually did care for this kid.

"Pity," Grimmjow thought. "I'm gonna die here and not figure out what the hell these visions were all about."

Grimmjow's eye shot open once more. He couldn't believe himself. Grimmjow was willing to just lay down and let this happen to himself. He rolled his weakened body off his back to his stomach, used his knees and elbows to push himself up and with two fistfuls of sand he slapped the sand into his wounds. Grimmjow tried to force himself to his feet but the shifting sand kept the Espada from reaching his full stance. If the Espada could reach his quarters, then perhaps he could treat his wounds properly.

"I am Jeagerjaques Grimmjow," he stated. "The Sexta Espada. I will not lay down and die. Just gotta get to my quarters and patch myself up properly and then back to the fight."

Grimmjow fell face first into the sand. His legs felt like mush and his chest nearly caved in making his breathing difficult. Blood gushing from his injury delivered by Nnoitra, the taste of iron filling his mouth and the red fluid oozing past his lips. Each step more blood pushed through the openings throughout his body, the clotted sand eventually slid off his wound causing them to reopen. Muscles straining to even hold himself up, vision blurring and losing balance from blood lost. Grimmjow struggled with each step as his bare feet sunk into the shifting grains of earth. It was tiresome to even lift his legs and put them forward. Grimmjow walked for what felt like miles but after taking a quick glance back, he walked a mere few feet from where he stood up. The twin trenches created from his dragging feet lead right to the small dune he was left in. He couldn't believe this, he had no real strength to walk a few feet.

"You're shitting me right now," the Espada whined. "Fine we'll do this the old fashion way. Open a Descorrer to the human world, eat a weak soul or two and be good as new. Or atleast close my wounds."

Lifting his hand to the open air, he ripped open the Espada version of the Garganta. The air opened a black portal, Grimmjow shuffled himself through it and the Descorrer closed behind him. The dark void consumed Grimmjow and another hole opened before him.

"That was quick," thought Grimmjow.

Grimmjow stepped forward and was surprised that it was effortless to lift his leg. His wounds were miraculously healed and his vision and balanced restored. He never felt this well in years and with a quick leap, flew through the white opening. The other side of the Descorrer wasn't where he wanted to be though. The area was completely white and stretched out for miles. Irritated by his new found location, he swiped the air to open another Descorrer but to no avail. The air stayed closed and no void opened up to Grimmjow. He tried multiple times but the results were all the same with him being trapped in this white plain of nothingness. He flailed his arms through the air hoping that, by some odd chance, the passageway would open.

"If you want, I can materialize gnats or mosquitoes for you to swat at."

Grimmjow twirled a perfect one-eighty to face his speaker but there was no one else with him. He slowly placed his hand down to his side to grasp Pantera's hilt but his hand couldn't find his sword. He took a quick glimpse down to see his side swordless. He didn't bring his Zanpakuto with him when he struggled to get to the stabilized Garganta. He cursed himself under his breath for such a foolish mistake but he could fight hand-to-hand like a master so it wasn't like he had no way to defend himself. He shifted his feet slowly with his left leg behind him and his right leg bent forward, his fists were parallel with his shoulders, his fingers curled in half way deciding to use his proximal phalanges to strike with instead of his knuckles.

"Where are you?" he thought.

The sound of clinging metal echoed behind him and caused the Espada to jolt forward. He turned to face his unknown opponent but saw something entirely different.

"Pantera!"

Grimmjow lunged forward, grabbed his Zanpakuto, and readied it by his side.

"Noticed you were looking for it," said the mysterious voice. "It must have some importance to you. I've taken the liberty to bring it here for you."

"Stop mocking me! I am Jeagerjaques Grimmjow, the Sexta Espada and I will not tolerate being belittled by someone to cowardly to show themselves."

"Very well then I'll stop 'hiding' if that is what you desire."

A small swirl of wind occurred before Grimmjow before it took an outline of what appeared to be a person. The sudden pressure of power coming from the figure forced Grimmjow to his knees. The wind finally became solid in form, the pressure released and Grimmjow got up to his feet. His looked his opponent in the eyes but wasn't sure who this person was. The figure appeared to be female by certain characteristics: long white hair that touched the ground, dark shade of both lipstick and nails sharing the same color, a high-collared kimono with tomoe running down the middle and around the sleeves, her opal eyes with a third eye on her forehead bearing three rings with three tomoe on each ring, but what interested Grimmjow the most was the two horns on her head.

"Are you an Arrancar?"

"Such an intriguing question," the woman said. "No I am not. You can address me as Kami."

"Kami? So you're supposed to be the All Mighty God. You don't look like much."

"I care little for your opinions. Do you wish to know as to why you are here?"

"Nope. Now send me back so I can kill Kurosaki Ichigo."

"I'm afraid I cannot do such a thing. After all, the dead cannot leave this realm once I have them."

Grimmjow paused for a moment. He did hear that right so does that mean he died sometime between opening the Garganta and going through. Maybe the fall from where he reemerged killed him? He had so many questions and if this supposed 'God' brought him here, then he'd get his answers.

"So I'm dead then huh?"

Kami nodded.

"Alright then. Let me ask you a few things. Why did I have these visions before I croaked?"

"Memories of your past life before you became this. I was meant to show you one more before you died but it looks like you rushed that before I could. Let me show you this last vision before you died as a human and not a hollow."

With a swipe of her hand, a clouded vision appeared, similar to the ones Grimmjow had. It was of a darkened room with Naruto in the center of what looked like a strange writing around him that lead to six people in masks. A dark haired boy stood before him that Grimmjow could only guess was Sasuke.

"Some kind of cult sacrifice or something," Grimmjow questioned.

Kami only responding by placing her index finger to her lips and shushing him. Grimmjow turned his attention to the vision once more to see Sasuke lifting Naruto by his hair to look him in the eyes.

"Naruto," Sasuke began. "You and I have been through a lot haven't we? We trained together, fought together and even defeated all odds together. You were like a brother to me and my best friend but now here we stand and I am to kill you so I can become the Jinchūriki of the Kyuubi. Also now that I have the opportunity, by killing you Naruto, my best friend, I can obtain the Mangekyō Sharingan."

His hand coated itself with electricity and he plunged his arm through Naruto's abdomen.

"You won't have it your way Sasuke," Naruto retorted. "First of all you're not gonna get that fancy Sharingan cause if you have to kill your best friend to get it, I'm pretty sure they have to see you the same way and you are no friend of mine. Secondly, if you think you're gonna get the Kyuubi too well I'll burst your bubble on that. I'll be releasing it before I die so it won't be sealed. I'll have the last laugh but I'll be back to show you what for…because I won't…give…up."

The clouded vision dissipated but didn't seem to bother Grimmjow as much as the other one did. Kami approached the Arrancar and held out a small glass orb.

"I will let you know this, Uzumaki Naruto, your plan did succeed. The one known as Uchiha Sasuke did not obtain his Mangekyō nor the Kyuubi. Now then take this orb and it will grant you the ability to see your soul's true desire."

Grimmjow snatched the orb out of her hand and moved it around in his palm.

"First my name is Jeagerjaques Grimmjow don't forget it and secondly I don't need to see my soul to know what I want."

The orb shined in his hand, levitated momentarily and shattered into a million fragments the recollected themselves as an image of Grimmjow. The images fists were clenched and light that represented tears were bright in the clone's eyes.

"Kill them," the clone said. "Kill them all. Uchiha Sasuke, Kakashi-sensei, Haruno Sakura. All of them…they betrayed me."

The clone hugged itself.

"Hyuga Hinata…sweet sweet Hinata-chan. She tried her best. I'll kill them all and then be with her like it should have been and with this new power I can do it. I'll kill them all!"

The clone exploded into a puff of glass dust. Grimmjow stood there with his arms crossed and a cocked eyebrow to what just transpired.

"Don't give your soul that look," Kami said. "If you thought it was strange, trust me I've seen worst."

"Alright then," Grimmjow said. "If this is what I truly want, can't do that if I'm dead now can I."

"True but I offer you a deal Uzuma-Jeagerjaques. One you will not likely refuse."

The Espada chuckled.

"I'm listening."

"I will grant you new life in the world of shinobi. You can obtain what your soul desires and you get to live once more."

"What's the catch?"

"I do love when you mortals know when you're being manipulated. Simple help a man when he asks you for your assistance. His name is Uchiha Madara. That's all."

"That's all? Fine you got a deal. Send me back and I'll help this guy once I kill all these fuckers."

Kami opened what appeared to be a Garganta under Grimmjow and he slowly began to sink in. He put his hands into his pants pockets and slowly watched Kami as he descended down. With one final glimpse at Kami he laughed.

"Looks like the King won the favor of God."