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Okay here is my first Fairy Tail/Naruto Fanfic. I had this idea and couldn´t get it out of my head. I think I have a pretty decent story line worked out. If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to write me.

Disclaimer: I don´t own anything.

Anyway here we go...

Drip...

Darkness... it was the only thing I knew. It was my life...

Drip...

I couldn´t even remember the light of the sun... I couldn´t remember anything...

Drip...

How long has it been since I came here? Where was I?

Drip...

I really have nothing...

Drip...

Why do I live? What do I live for? … Nothing...?

Drip...

Who am I?... No one...?

Drip...

No... No I want... What do I want?

Drip...

Oh... yeah.

Drip...

I want to live.

"What do you think is in there?"

"Don´t know, but some say it´s a monster..."

"A monster seriously?!"

A monster, huh...?

"Yeah, they say it took down a whole unit with it´s magical pressure alone."

The voice echoed through the dark cell as the water continued to fall from the ceiling. Nothing was in the cell only the cold, wet floor the walls and a thick door made of steel. The only occupant, hiding in the darkness was a boy of mere 7 years. He had short spiky black hair and his black eyes were downcast. Heavy chains restrained him to the wall, which rustled with every breath he took, every move he made. He didn´t move anymore, it was pointless.

He heard the guards talking every day. Every day with every word they spoke his Hope slowly vanished. He slowly lost his faith. It seemed merely an illusion.

They called him a monster...

From what he gathered he was in some sort of Tower build to resurrect the great Dark Mage Zeref.

"Both of you shut up and open the door!"

Open the door? That caught the attention of the boy as he heard the heavy lock being opened and finally after so long he saw some light... He had to cover himself from the bright light which after a moment seemed so dim again.

"Get up, freak!" Freak? That was new...

The 7 year old stood up and simply stared at the man with a calm look.

"Get going!" Not the brightest...

The boy slowly raised his hand and yanked at the chain as it held strong against the wall... After a low growl he was released by one of the guards who looked a bit fearful. Funny...

He was quickly shoved out of the cell towards stairs. As he slowly walked up, watching the flames flicker with interest and breathing the first relatively fresh air he heard a few cries in the distance. Cries of agony and pain. Yet he remained calm, as he was shoved forward once again.

"Move."

It was the middle of the night, but that wasn´t a problem. Darkness was nothing new to him. As he walked he saw cells filled with slaves, some mumbling incoherent words crazily, otherssilently watching him,seemingly not able to sleep. Each step he took echoed in the calm darkness as he passed them.

Finally they came to a giant gate, seemingly their goal.

"We are here, freak. Try not to scream, too much."

With an ugly chuckle he swung the doors open and threw the boy in the middle of the chamber. As he looked around he noticed quite a few shadowy figures surrounding him. A moment later they began to mumble something that sounded almost like an incantation of some sort. That´s when the ground began to glow red in a strange formular covering a circular range with him as the center.

He didn´t know what to do as the chanting got louder and louder, each of the faces he looked at, mere shadows in the dark chamber. The few torches flickered and died down as a eerie breeze went through the chamber.

That´s when the pain began.

He felt it pulsing through his body as his magical power was released. It was wild with rage, powerful even in his weakened state. He just wanted the pain to stop as he sunk to the knees and held his head.

Shadows started to crawl towards him seemingly trying to restrain him as his magical power surged throughout the tower, destroying everything in it´s path. The ground cracked while everything began to shake violently as his hand were restrained by the shadows making him unable to move. Debris slowly started to rise into the air, the gravity seemingly reversed. The glow of the formular radiated more and more crimson in color as the chanting became louder and louder.

Slowly his magic was being compressed and restrained, but not without a fight as it lashed out all around. With another wave of magical power the ground was crushed, creating a circular crater, while the walls to the side were indented, making the desperate chants intensify even more, as the dozen Mages defended against this overwhelming power.

His cries became louder and louder, as it felt like his very soul was ripped apart.

In the end, all his fighting, everything he did was simply hopeless. His magic was compressed even more, creating only a rather small, but powerful sphere around him.

Finally everything fell silent at once, as his magic was completely compressed.

The debris fell to the earth, the magical pressure disappeared and the cries of agony as well as the chanting stopped. After a moment the young boys eyes rolled back in his head and he fell unconscious. His body was covered in strange black markings, looking like tattooed seals.

"W-What a m-monster..." A panting Mage remarked.

"A monster, indeed."

"- he okay, gramps?"

"I think he is just unconscious, Erza."

"But..."

Where am I?

"Erza, I said he is fine."

Erza? What a nice name...

"Yeah, but..."

"Ugh..." As the young boy moved his muscles he felt a sharp pain shoot through him. He still hadn´t opened his eyes more comfortable with darkness for the moment.

"Ah! He is awake!"

After the girls scream I heard someone move near me, before he opened his eyes and sat up as the light blended him. The first thing he saw in the light was the close up face of a girl about five or so years old looking at him curiously. As he looked at her he immediately noticed her beautiful hair.

Scarlet...

"Erza let him take a breath..."

The young boy looked to the right and saw an old man sitting in the corner cross legged. He had a grandfatherly air about him as he jokingly scolded the girl.

"Are you okay boy?"

Well, if one could ignore the pain that still shot through him and his strange lack of strenght then...

"Y-Yeah, I am alright."

Finally he took in his surroundings. He was in a for his standards bright cell with the only occupants being the old man and the girl. It seemed to be early in the morning. For all the things that happened, he couldn´t help but smile as he saw the light.

"What is he smiling about, gramps?"

"I don´t know, ask him yourself."

The boy turned his attention back to the now standing girl, who looked seriously at him, well she seemed pretty scary for a five year old...

"You! Why are you smiling?" … and commanding.

"No reason..."

"You are strange." She said that with a deadpan look, seriously?

"You are rude." That seemed to throw her off a little as she silently pouted, glancing at Rob for help.

"Well, youngster, what´s your name?"

The old man smiled, as the girl turned her head towards him again seemingly interested. Well he had to admit he found the presences of those two rather comforting after an eternity of solitude. After a moment he finally registered the question.

What is my name? I … don´t remember?

"It´s also rude to not give your names first."

While the old man frowned seemingly seeing through his uncertainty, the girl grew a tick mark as she glared at the boy.

"Why you...!"

"Erza calm down. Well, my name is Rob and this here is little Erza."

The dark haired boy remained silent as he took in their names... Still, now the problem remained...

"What is your name?" Erza asked now pretty impatient, but still curious.

"I... I won´t tell you!" He gave a big childish grin as he grimace to the girl.

"That´s not fair!"

"Calm down Erza, it´s okay." The old man´s eyes opened a bit scrutinizing the boy. He saw his grin being pretty obviously faked, so he probably didn´t remember his name...

"But-" The girl turned towards the old man in exasperation, before...

"Get up, it´s time to work slaves!" The cell door was swung open as the smug guard called out.

Erza still ignored him as she looked towards Rob still arguing her cause, not noticing the malice showing in the guards eyes. He suddenly grabbed the girl by her hair and pulled her back, as she cried out in pain.

The old man was about to react, before the dark haired boy slapped the guards hand away, who simply let go out of surprise.

"Don´t touch her!" That irked the guard even more as he punched the boy away.

"You are new here. Learn your place slave... and now move."

Still the child looked up defiantly and was about to attack the obviously superior opponent, before the old man held him back.

"Leave it, boy." He looked up at the grandpas serious gaze and slowly gave in.

"Lucky you, now get to work, slaves."

The guard then walked out of the cell leaving them alone as Erza seemed still a bit shocked. The boy still muttered some words under his breath as the guard left, but turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Thank you." Erza looked down a bit as she said that, while Rob smiled in the background.

"No problem." The black haired boy grinned back.

After a full day of working on the Tower of Heaven all the slaves were finally lead back into the cells. The young boy immediately fell back from the hard working, feeling even weaker now. Erza too fell back in exhaustion while the old man tried to hide his exhaustion sitting at the wall like before.

"Finally, it´s over..."

"Tomorrow we will have to work again..." Erza remarked sadly.

The young boy frowned as he looked towards Erza who laid next to him. Her expression was downcast as she remembered their life. Of course he knew that they would work again tomorrow, and that the Hope for Freedom was slim to none. But still as he watched Erza silently cursing their fate as slaves he couldn´t help but want to encourage her... to comfort her even.

"Someday..." The boy began gaining the attention of the other two slaves.

"... we will see the light of the day again and travel the world, searching for adventures."

Erza watched the boy attentively as he put his fist in the air, before he turned around and gave her a warm grin.

"Someday we will be free." After a moment Erza too gained a happy smile as she looked at him and she put a fist into the air.

"Someday." After a moment of comfortable silence Erza suddenly jumped up seemingly remembering something.

"That´s right! Grandpa Rob, tell us something about your Guild!"

The old man could only chuckle amused by the girls exitement, while the newest occupant of the slave looked on interested, as both children sat themselves beside each other looking at Rob with starry eyes.

"Hoho. Which story should I tell you? Ahh I know. There was a powerful magic Hero named Rob and his friend the jester Maki..."

He told them about the most glorious, most incredible and most exciting adventures about fighting monsters saving girls, helping others, saving girls, saving princesses and saving girls. Well the knight Rob saved them most of the times but anyway...

"... and that´s how Rob got the girl."

Both children had stars in their eyes hearing about the adventures he went through, it was the first taste of freedom they got and they loved it.

"I have decided!" Erza stood up declaring.

"I will join Fairy Tail!" Rob gave a smile to Erza, while the young boy thought about it.

"Fairy Tail, huh? Sounds interesting."

"Together then."

"Yeah."

As he lay down unmoving with Erza still awake to his side, lost in his own thoughts he suddenly felt something resurface in his mind. It was not something big, like his whole memories. Just a name...

"I remember now..."

Erza looked at him questioningly, not understanding what he meant.

"My name." Rob opened one eye looking towards the boy while Erza turned her head.

"Obito Uchiha."

Okay that´s it, for now. I sincerely hope you like it. If you feel inspired to write your own take on this Character´s story, let me know I would love to read it.

Thank you for reading anyway. If you liked it or have suggestions leave a review. Maybe I read you soon, until then...

Dowy Sixst Haevens