Yukihana: This is a one-shot unless I get reviews demanding for me to continue it.

The Difference of a Name

A boy of about 13 years of age walked slowly down the streets of the Rukongai.

He had pale blonde hair that hung loosely around his head, one lock of hair falling down onto his nose. His eyes were a bluish gray. His appearance was vastly different from his previous life, where his hair had been brighter and spikier, his eyes sky blue, and his cheeks adorned by six whisker marks.

At this point, he had no name. His previous life had not been pleasant, being abused by his home village for 13 years and being by his closest friend. Uzumaki Naruto, as he had been formerly known, did not want any reminders of his past life. Looking back on it with a completely neutral opinion, he found his life extremely lacking in purpose.

'I was a fool, charging into everything with no plan. I was, quite frankly, stupid, knowing nothing beyond basic survival skills…it's sad, almost.' He thought, looking up into the sky and watching the clouds float by. 'This time…It's going to be different.' The blonde thought, smiling softly as he continued to walk.

He knew then, that he would continue to walk, even if the road was littered with shards of glass and hateful stares.

The blonde swore under his breath as the shouting rose in volume. 'It was only a little bit of mint ice cream!' he mentally whined. He quickly fingered the plastic spoon in his hand before scooping all of the green dessert into his mouth within a few seconds. Swallowing, he jumped up and began to leap across the rooftops of the nearby houses, which luckily the two men he had stolen from couldn't do.

He continued this for a few minutes before slinking back on to the ground, unnoticed. The blonde then turned around before paling.

'Shinigami!' he thought in panic, begging to run.

While not all of them were bad, many Shinigami attacked and/or yelled at the blonde for his strange reiatsu-people said that it was colored and felt like blood. 'Idiots, all of them. At least they aren't as bad as Konoha.'

Suddenly, he felt himself bump into something-or, more correctly, somebody. He fell backwards, letting out a small "Oof!" as he hit the ground. Rubbing the back of his head in annoyance he looked up to find a girl about his age with purple hair tied up in a ponytail, golden eyes, and tanned skin standing next to a more muscular boy with slightly lighter skin then his companion and black hair tied into cornrows.

His eyes widened. "Sorry, so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, I swear!"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Settle down. It's okay. I'm Yoruichi, by the way. This is Tessai." She said, pointing her thumb at her companion. "What's your name?"

The blonde's mouth worked for a few seconds, no sound coming out, before a slow smile began to spread across his face.. "You can call me…Urahara. Urahara Kisuke."