A/N: This is the Prologue for Reshrouded Orange, the rewrite of Shrouded Orange. I'm using this to test the waters for this style. If the style gets positive feedback, I'll continue with it. If it doesn't, I'll still use it, but just not for the whole chapters.

Here we go.

My name is Uzumaki Naruto, and I believe that I am about to die.

The battle with enemy draws near. He commands power beyond normal comprehension. Arrancar and Hollows, Traitors and Demons, their power pales in comparison to him.

So, as I might discover what lies in the land beyond death, I figure that I might as well record my afterlife. Hm. That is a question actually. As a mortal, everyone always thought that death would be the end. As a shinigami, no one ever really thinks about it. What does lie beyond the end? Is there some kind of epilogue to this life? Will I be reincarnated once again? Will I go back to Earth in a new form?

Whoa. Sorry about that. I really didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Even if I should go see whatever it is beyond the afterlife, there's a very good chance that the Thirteen Courts might survive. I mean, there're much stronger people here than me. There is the General Yamamoto, Soifon of course, the maniac who calls himself Kenpachi, and even Kurosaki Ichigo. Though the fact that the last one is stronger than me is up for debate. At last count, our sparring records stands at thirty seven to thirty six, though we'd be even if Rangiku hadn't called me away that last time.

Oh. Yeah. That, by the way, was another tangent. I'll try to stop doing that. But I'm doing this, writing down my life, so that others can learn from me if I do in fact fall here. Plus, it warms my heart, just a bit, to see those I actually care about pouring over my life's story.

So I might as well do this properly. Here I go:

This is the personal journal of 3rd Division Captain Uzumaki Naruto, formerly Second in Command of the Second Division and former Gennin of Konoha.

And the stories you are about to read are complete and utter shit.

Of course, that does not mean they aren't true.

These stories have been drenched in the blood of both the innocent and guilty alike. They have been coated with the tears for the fallen that seem to emerge wherever I have stepped. They are bathed in the sweat generated by countless hours of labor to strengthen myself.

I have lived in the underbelly of both the mortal world and the shinigami realm. And I have survived there. More then that, I've thrived there. It took years, but eventually, that underbelly shat me out, and I emerged into the light of Seireitei, which has given me so very much. Still, people have tried to step on me, stop me for many reasons. But unlike many people, I don't take kindly to that kind of person.

Remember, the following stories are complete shit.

Sadly, Shit Happens.

A/N: Yes, it was short. But it was also a prologue. Don't hold your breath for chapter One.