I reincarnated in Naruto with bleach powers

I can't understand anything these two people are saying, although at the beginning of being born they made worried grimaces and looked at the doctor of the place wanting explanations as to why I wasn't crying, perhaps I was just trying to analyze their expressions.

They are as exaggerated as if they were actors.

Then I passed to that doctor... ah! Damn woman, it hurt horribly!

A scream and crying escaped from my mouth; I was incapable of saying anything, not even to express my discontent with that doctor, crying because my rejuvenated skin hurt so much.

Hearing their laughter, they are so evil; they will pay.

I sighed a bit, I shouldn't get angry, perhaps I went crazy? I can't believe that I haven't lost my consciousness, I am grateful that my mind only began to see after... that, the birth; it was traumatic for me to witness my wife's labor, I fainted when my daughter was born, imagine now being the baby.

I think it's worse.

Better, I don't want to think again about what I suffered in that brief moment, now I only want to analyze why.

Why was I born in this place? It looks so old and worn out compared to the new hospitals...

My tearful gaze scanned the surroundings, as it seems that those who are my, "parents"? are taking me out of this place; most of them look Asian, with outfits very different from what is known.

My head hurts... although I still can't believe that just a few moments ago I died burned, and now I am a baby, a damned baby, I... I don't think I'm mentally well after going through what I went through.

My... "mother?", damn, it's been a long time since I called anyone "mother" twenty years and not even God exists here, where the hell was God when I died and now tortures me as a baby.

Calm down... my, mother, she covered me and took me out of the hospital; even so, that strong light along with a gentle breeze hitting my soft and tender baby skin made me squint my eyes, I visualized.

Please, no.

Don't fuck with me.

I heard my father signaling to me with joy and saying something in a tone that differed in emotion.

But, I don't care about that.

In front of me, in the mountains so high, not as seen on television, I find three rocks placed at the top of that place, unlike how I saw it before.

This...

This is, fucking Konoha.

The damned Konoha from Naruto, why the hell am I here!? Shouldn't I have appeared in Bleach!? Because the damned Ulquiorra appeared before me!

I never finished Naruto... my daughter was watching it, but she had her series and I had mine; what I watched in its entirety was Bleach and I finished the manga where Kurosaki has his son, please, you can't do this to me.

If I had been reincarnated in Bleach, I would have gotten out of wherever I was born, far from everything! Besides, it's the dead who fight, I don't care.

But here!? All over the earth, I understand that there are always massacres! And worst of all is that the technology is outdated, I don't know when it will arrive.

I only remained when Akatsuki, when they, ah..., wanted to execute the plan to take Naruto, at least that's what my daughter, a fan of Itachi and Sasori, says, but I really don't remember very well... I don't even remember the plot of that part.

What the hell happens after all that? Damn it, I must have seen it with my daughter.

How am I supposed to survive in a world where shinobi are trained killers? A place where death is the daily bread and not a surprise.

Now I'm really crying.

But this body is so weak, I'm so sleepy, I'll just close my eyes for a moment...

...

" Look Riruka, my boy seems to be so happy " spoke the dark red-haired man, looking with hope at his little boy, who cried so hard until he began to quiet down and fall asleep; the father had a look of delight on his face, gently caressing his son's cheek.

" Kisuke, do not caress the little one like that, crying tires him so much " the mother looked at her son who was sleeping peacefully, but she saw that on both arms of her little one the doctor told her that he had been born with those birthmarks, they were red and looked like the silhouette of small flames.

Both parents walked. Kisuke Kurama was the father of the little baby who, at that moment, was sleeping in the arms of the woman whose name was Riruka Chinoike, but no one knew her by that surname, having changed her surname for her protection to Chuzu.

Riruka was one of the survivors and to live she had to change everything about herself so that no one could recognize her; using her kekke genkai was forbidden, while Kisuke was a member of the main branch of the Kurama clan, but he hated everything that being a ninja entailed and the killings; his genjutsu wasn't that powerful either, so he became a street vendor.

And as a vendor, he also met Riruka, of whom he fell in love, and now they had their little boy.

Both are merchants who wander from village to village, but the best option where they settled was Konoha, since although it is a brief moment of peace, tense relations still exist, all for the safety of their little son; they had already been living there since the man learned of his wife's pregnancy.

And there he was, the little baby who is a sent treasure to them; luckily, the merchant family has money to subsist for a long time without worries, the second ninja world war has just ended, so they hope it lasts long enough for their son to be grown and able to move with them.

Kisuke opened the door carefully while helping his wife; they bought a house somewhat far from the village, since they seemed to be more doting with their first child, they didn't want any obstructions in anything, aside from the fact that it was the only one for sale since the war drained resources and the villagers are very agitated.

" Kisuke, you must not worry, the baby is fine " said a cheerful Riruka as she looked at her husband and his behavior; for any discomfort of their son, he wanted to be the first to help him.

" I will go get that blanket to place the baby " the man seemed more nervous than his wife, the woman just rolled her eyes, amused, admiring her little one.

He was an extremely handsome baby; he mostly inherited his genes. The chubby child had black hair, as black as if it were the cloak of the night, his eyes, although green like theirs, were an emerald so piercing that upon seeing him one was hypnotized, although something that could not be explained, even though his husband and she had somewhat olive skin, their son seemed as if the frost of the snow were in his complexion, he was so white that he could be mistaken for a cloud.

What detracted from his whiteness were those red marks he had on his arms; it didn't bother her, her son is beautiful, and that's how she loved him.

The woman reclined with her baby, watching how softly he breathed; she placed her hand on her belly, caressing it, " my beautiful baby Usui, how beautiful you are... " whispered the woman, truly in love with her son.

The woman fell asleep next to her little one.

...

Two months have passed as I got used to living here, although during that time, since I was a baby, I meditated and accepted my destiny.

I cried all day for my daughter and my beloved wife, but my new parents seem to care and try to make me smile, being with them made me feel at least a little better, knowing that I am in this crazy world but not with crazy parents, gave me some hope.

In those two months, nothing unnatural has happened, it's just my parents and me, being a baby.

It's so uncomfortable being breastfed, for the love of whoever, I just want this horrible stage to end.

Also, it is possible that my new abilities were making me understand that ancient Japanese language; finally, I managed to understand some words that they said a lot to me.

My father... The one who is now my father, acts so foolishly, it makes me feel sorry to look at him; for some strange reason, I haven't been able to laugh or show any gesture of calm, my heart doesn't react as I expected; possibly it's a big trauma that I have, that the love these two people show me, I cannot swallow them.

Although I have assimilated it, it is still very difficult for me... too much.

It is a spiritual pain and a catastrophic trauma for me; I couldn't even look at something on fire, which made me scream tearfully when I saw one of my now parents light a spark.

I hate fire.

My... now mother is different from my father; that person always has a kind and gentle face, her face resembles the very image of Ulquiorra, although she had a livelier complexion and that green is not as toxic as the one the Arrancar had.

She is a good woman; both of their words always pronounce -Usui- maybe, maybe that is my name.

When they cry, they repeat two words that I have been understanding as -hunger- or -milk-, although I cannot be sure.

The only good thing about being a baby is the fact that I can recover a little from my trauma, and get used to this new life that I never wanted to accept or exist in that place.

It is a crisis that will last for such a long time, at least enough to heal a little, because my death will never heal.

I hate fucking fire with all my being.

And I hate even more reincarnating in the world of Naruto, about which I have no knowledge, I curse myself for this.