Sharingan Eyes Chapter 1: UNWITTING ASSIGNMENT:Two Worlds Collide!, a Naruto + Beyblade Crossover fanfic

HIYA!

Author's blurb: Gimme two all nighters, 4 cans of Pepsi and nothing to stare at except Organic Chemistry all day long and this monster is born! Now, whence did I FIND the time to type all this down if I was, in fact, studying as was aforesaid? That… is…a… secret! No, I'm not kidding! I'll never tell! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!! (Is very sleep deprived XP). Yeah, all that might sound a bit weird, but at the time when I wrote this note, I was in the middle of my exam week XD

STORY NOTE! There is no major romance in this story, hetero, yaoi, yuri or anything else in between. That's how it is folks. And the story will be taking place in the Beyblade universe, so it's mostly Team 7—Bladebreakers interaction.

To avoid being SPOILED: So that I can avoid any 'WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT HAPPENED! WHY?! WHY YOU EVIL—" and so on, please make sure you know at least the events up to EPISODE 101 (I don't follow the manga, but this takes place after the chuunin exams, after Sasuke's fight with Itachi but before Naruto and Sasuke fight.). THAT IS ALL. I will make no references to any of the various messes that occur after that, only the ones presented in my story. Oh yeah, and I made up their ages, so yeah, Sakura's younger than Sasuke, that's how it goes folks! With regards to Beyblade… Just knowing the general storylines of Season 1 and Season 3 (not 2 XD) is enough. But NOTE, Kai's eyes are RED (not purple).

To those who have no idea what NARUTO is: It's important:YOU DON'T HAVE TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT NARUTO TO READ AND UNDERSTAND THIS FIC. I've been doing my best to make sure everything is explained at some point in the fic. This includes foreign words, phrases and quirks. You might be confused at first, but keep reading and I guarantee everything will become clear.

KEY:

'… Blah, Blah…' denote thoughts

II …(italics)… II denote a change in language

II …(bold)… II denote a second change in language

Enjoy!

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:-Sharingan Eyes-:

A Beyblade and Naruto Fanfiction by Sholay

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Team 7's next mission: protect the Bladebreakers on a trip to… Russia?!

An unusual relationship is formed

Kai Hiwatari and Sasuke Uchiha's lives clash violently over one simple enigma:

Kai's red eyes.

Beyblade-Naruto crossover. NO YAOI. Alternate Universe fiction

The mirror never sees itself. The reflection never is itself.

J. Gregory Keyes

Disclaimer: Beyblade belongs to Takao Aoki and is licensed by Nelvana and published by Viz, though that may depend on where you live. Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and has also been published by Viz. So now that we've established that I do NOT own either of these fictions, shall we move on? Additionally, I took some liberties with politics, history and cultural differences (i.e. The difference between the Chinese and Japanese) so while there are some facts strewn in there, there is also a healthy dose of fiction. Have fun!

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',.-Chapter One-.,'

UNWITTING ASSIGNMENT: Two Worlds Collide!

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How odd.

There was no sense to it. They did not know each other, had never even laid eyes on each other; and should have given as much interest to each other as one would to an ant crawling across a table.

And yet here they were, locked in a timeless battle of wills, neither backing down, neither willing to concede even the slightest inch to the other.

...

…Maybe it would be best to start from the beginning.

It had started as it always did… Another mission…

"AWWWW, C'MON! YOU SAID WE'D GET TO GO ON A REALLY IMPORTANT ONE THIS TIME!"

"Naruto, protecting someone is important."

"BUT IT'S NO FUN! C'mon Kakashi-sensei, you said you'd send us on a B-Rank mission! Why do we have to be stuck babysitting some weirdos for the next two weeks?" Naruto gesticulated wildly in the air as he spoke, wild blonde hair flying in every direction and clear blue eyes wide and shining.

"I said that?" Kakashi pulled an exaggerated look of innocence, pointing to himself in wonder. "Well… That is interesting. I can't remember ever saying such a thing!" Even under the dark mask covering half his face it was obvious he was smiling.

Naruto's face turned red. "You did so!"

"Well, he didn't actually…"

"Sakura-chan!" Naruto turned to the other member of his team, scandalized.

Sakura shrugged, light pink hair brushing her shoulders as she moved. She sent an idle look to the forest that surrounded them, long used to Naruto's antics. "It's true. He only said we might get something more difficult… He never promised."

"But… I wanna go do something exciting!" The blond haired boy whined. "We've been stuck here for almost a month, any longer and I think I'll go crazy! And no one's ever heard of a crazy Hokage!"

"And such a gripping loss that would be to the human race." A low drawl cut through the argument and both Sakura and Naruto turned to face the last member of their team. Kakashi merely glanced up, but there was a prominent twinkle in his visible eye.

A few paces away from the group, Sasuke Uchiha stood: dark eyes unamused, arms crossed and a disinterested frown on his pale features. His posture oozed boredom as he leaned sideways on a tall tree, looking deceptively unguarded.

It annoyed Naruto sometimes: that Sasuke didn't even seem to try and yet he always managed to come off looking cool.

"Sasuke!" Naruto cried. "That hurts… right here!" He cried, pounding a first to the right side of his chest. "Just so you know, crazy or not, I'm still going to be Hokage! You better believe it!"

Sasuke moved then. It wasn't his arms or legs though; his body stayed incredibly still against the tree. Instead, one dark eyebrow lifted slowly, arching at him in distinct condescension.

"Oie! Whaddaya lookin' at?" Naruto barked at him.

"Naruto…" It was Sakura who answered him. She sighed in consternation as she adjusted the metal plated headband that held back her hair. "Your heart is on your left side."

"Huh?" At first Naruto didn't get it, but then he remembered the gesture he'd made a few seconds ago… "Oh yeah…" He grinned sheepishly. "Heh, heh…"

Fluidly, Sasuke pushed off the tree and—hands in his pockets and head tilted forward—he closed his eyes and walked forward. He didn't pause, even as he passed Naruto, but the soft word that escaped Sasuke's mouth as he was next to the blond was unmistakable.

"Dobe."

Naruto growled and made to jump on the other ninja but Sakura held him back. "Oie! Say that to my face, why don't you? Or are ya scared? Naa, Sasuke-teme!"

Sasuke didn't say anything; he didn't have to. Standing next to Kakashi, he just turned, leaning back slightly with his hands still in his pockets and wearing the smallest, thinnest…most infuriating smirk Naruto had ever seen.

Of course, with Sasuke, this smirk was nothing new.

"Ok, enough!" Kakashi pulled himself up straight and just like that, all humour and defiance left the group. Naruto relaxed within Sakura's hold and she let go of him; they both stood to attention. The smirk vanished from Sasuke's face; he didn't bother to straighten, but tilted his head vaguely to show he was listening.

"Today's mission: We will be accompanying an athletic team as their bodyguards for a few weeks…"

"Weeks?" Sakura asked, raising both eyebrows. "Why so long?"

"The threat against them is fair, even by our standards… As of yet, it is still a C-Rank, but Naruto may yet get his B-Rank assignment if we're not careful." Kakashi eyed the younger boy whose mouth had immediately broken out into a wide grin. Naruto tried to hide his smile when he realized his teacher was less than pleased with him for his reaction.

"Why? Who are they?" Naruto asked, attempting to regain some dignity. "And what type of athletes are they if they can't even look after themselves? And why do they need bodyguards now? Are they going to a competition or something?"

Surprisingly, Kakashi let out a bark of laughter. "Well, it's funny you should say that, because as a matter of fact… they're leaving for Russia in a week."

"What?!" Naruto cried

"And we're going with them."

"WHAT?!" This time Sakura joined in. Even Sasuke, though not verbalizing his thoughts, turned to face Kakashi fully. His obsidian eyes regarded his mentor carefully. Kakashi saw the look but didn't respond. He knew why Sasuke was looking at him like that: they had never traveled so far away from the Hidden Leaf Village of Konohagakure before, and now was a particularly strange time to start.

Konoha was only just beginning to recover from Orochimaru's disastrous invasion. With the death of their leader, the Third Hokage, and the only recent instatement of the Fifth, Godaime Tsunade, Konoha was in a very delicate state and the village's ninja were being kept close to protect the city during such a crucial time.

So why send some of the village's most promising genins away, now of all times? It wasn't in Naruto's nature to think so deeply on such things, and Sakura's curiosity would be curbed by Kakashi's assuredness… But Sasuke's suspicion was not so easily swayed. Kakashi knew it was only a matter of time until the young prodigy cornered him, demanding answers

'Don't worry, my young student' Kakashi's eye softened as he returned Sasuke's look. Sensing the sudden change in demeanour, Sasuke stiffened. It was very slight, but Kakashi caught it and watched, sighing as Sasuke ripped his eyes away in favour of staring darkly at some poor bush. 'So much pain… Stubbornness and pride may shield your body Sasuke, but it's your heart that needs healing.'

Kakashi caught sight of something foreign and dark on Sasuke's shoulder, just visible under the large collar of the t-shirt he was wearing. The Jonin's eye narrowed at the cursed seal: a dark, unsightly, bulbous parasite on Sasuke's otherwise unblemished skin. 'But someone has already broken your first barrier. You've lost your footing, you're unsure of what your future holds. I can sense you pulling away, slowly, but steadily. This trip is as much for those athletes as it is for you… Kami willing, you will discover your own strength without turning to… sin'.

"Well, then we're off; let's go meet the Bladebreakers."

"Kakashi-sensei, you still haven't told us what sport these guys play." Sakura said softly, after a few hours of walking. They had left Konoha and were moving steadily through the wild countryside surrounding the village.

"Or anything about them at all, except that they're called the Bladebreakers. What kind of a name is that anyway? Why would anyone ever want to break a good blade? It's a waste of good weaponry." Naruto grumbled, kicking a stone further down the dirt path they were traveling along.

"All in good time, all in good time. We don't want to spoil the surprise, now do we?" Kakashi asked mildly, placing his two hands behind his head to cushion it.

"I don't get what's so great about keeping it a secret anyway. I mean, it's just a sport, right? Can't be that exciting." Naruto looked at his teacher.

Kakashi chuckled. "Believe me Naruto when I say that if I told you what they did right now, you'd never believe me."

Sasuke's ears perked up at this, but he didn't say anything, keeping his head down and his eyes closed. But though his eyes were shut, his ears were wide open. Kakashi was hiding something; he could feel it. It annoyed him that Kakashi wasn't willing to share… Though Sasuke couldn't say much; he hadn't been all that inviting with his secrets either.

As though in response to his thoughts, a sharp needle-like pain stabbed into his shoulder, piercing…burning. Sasuke grit his teeth. No. He would not let the pain be master of him. He was the only master of his body and he'd be damned if some pathetic... seal got the best of him.

Nevertheless, he couldn't quite stop his hand from traveling up his arm to his shoulder, kneading the black mark. A curse, the heaven's seal: three tomoe, or commas, arranged in a circle. A ring of black symbols, Kakashi's own containment seal, encircled the vile thing. It felt strange under his fingers: fleshy, like some overgrown wart, with throbbing black veins spread over it like an engorged spider-web. These were the veins that—should he activate the seal—would grow, twist and claw their way over his body, devouring his mind… weakening his body.

Sasuke was no fool. The power the curse bestowed on him came with a terrible price, and he was not yet strong enough to mete his body in such a way.

Kakashi had tried, had done his best, and the seal he had placed around the curse had granted him a few weeks of peace. Wondrous peace from the crippling pain he'd been drowning in before.

… And, of course, there'd been the added benefit of learning the Chidori… It was a powerful technique and would serve him well, but…

'It's not enough.'

Sasuke opened his eyes into slits, glaring fiercely at nothing as he walked. The way Itachi had deflected the Chidori that time… with such ease, Sasuke could have still been eight years old…

'It's not enough. I know it, I can feel it. Chidori is a ninjutsu technique dependent on the Sharingan, in which…In which Itachi supersedes me.' It physically hurt to admit this. 'I cannot defeat Itachi. Not as I am now, not even with Chidori… For all my training, the distance between us has not changed at all! I need more power, I must get stronger. I am an avenger. What good is my life if I can't even fulfill my one purpose?'

Konoha had failed to deliver him his greatest desire. And now, Sasuke knew of only one person who would be able to give him power: power locked somewhere within this curse; power, which he so desperately wanted… no, needed…

'Orochimaru'

The word itself was like an ice-cube sliding down his spine. Sasuke suppressed the shiver that wanted to race over his body as memories of his last meeting with the Sannin washed over him.

He remembered how Orochimaru had caught him and his team completely off-guard in the Forest of Death… He remembered how his body had been completely paralyzed—forced to watch helplessly, unable to even defend—as the attack came…

…Orochimaru stepping through Sasuke's own fatal attack seemingly unharmed, though half his face had melted off, hanging in loose bags like a gruesome wax figuring, revealing sickly yellow eyes, with the slit-like pupils of a snake…

… Orochimaru's neck stretching impossibly in to the air, weaving and twisting before shooting straight at him…

… Drowning helplessness, fear, shame, closing like a vice of ice around his throat...

Then pain. Fangs, hard… long and unforgiving tore viciously into his flesh: scorching hot, burning away skin, tearing muscle. For a moment the world had frozen. Sasuke could remember the sound of his own harsh breathing, and the pounding of his blood in his ears, then the muffled sound of Orochimaru's throaty chuckle, reverberating impossibly loud in his ears. Sasuke's eyes had bulged impossibly wide and his fingers twitched spasmodically at his side. The paralysation spell had broken the second Orochimaru had buried his teeth in Sasuke's neck… but now it was a different kind of spell that held him captive.

He remembered how Orochimaru had pulled his fangs out. They had been sucked free with a wet, squelching sound—the sound of heavy boots in mud.

Then Sasuke remembered the hot, spongy feel of the Sannin's long tongue as it traced the wound, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Like acid, the saliva coated Sasuke's shoulder and neck and he couldn't move, he was frozen in pain, shock and shameful disgust as Orochimaru said the last few words—in a voice so smooth, so calm, he could have been speaking about the weather, not performing a highly advanced, deadly jutsu—activating the seal then burning it into him like a brand.

Sasuke remembered pain then…

…Pain, and darkness.

'So weak…' He gritted his teeth. 'So weak, you couldn't even hold up to a little pain. What sort of a shinobi faints! Father would have never—'

And Sasuke's thoughts came to an abrupt halt, as they always did whenever his deceased family was mentioned.

His memories of his family were a precious treasure that he withheld from himself as some vindictive punishment for failing to protect them. He would not think of them, not allow himself the pleasure of remembering his mother's smile, his father's rare praise. Not until he fulfilled his goal. Not until he avenged them.

He let his mind go blank, a bit like the meditation techniques he'd practiced, but he could still hear the incessant bickering of his teammates, could still feel the hard, solid earth beneath his feet. He could still sense the world around him: telling him where to walk, how to place his feet, and where not to go.

He'd always wondered about this last talent, it was not a technique he'd learned from anyone, but it was also not something he'd seen anyone else pull off. Silently, Sasuke wondered if he was unintentionally using chakra when he did it…or if it was an extension of his Sharingan…or if he was naturally sensitive. Still, it seemed somewhat… unsubstantial compared to the other techniques they learned, so Sasuke had never bothered to ask Kakashi about it. After all, who really cared if you could walk around with your eyes closed or not?

'Uzumaki can hardly walk around with his eyes open let alone closed. And still, his strength…'

And, as though on cue, a loud thud was heard as something heavy fell to the ground.

Sasuke didn't even bother to open his eyes. He just stopped and waited, a displeased look on his face; he didn't like where his thoughts had been leading him before the distraction.

"Naruto! Are you ok?" Sakura's concerned voice floated over.

"Hehe… ya, I think…" Naruto laughed.

Sasuke could practically see Sakura's expression go from doting to scolding. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me!? At the very least, use your EYES! You should have seen that branch a mile away." Sasuke had no idea what Naruto had allegedly been doing, and didn't really care to find out.

Sasuke suppressed a snort. Sakura was right, of course, but seriously this was Naruto she was taking about, his very body was a dangerous projectile… and that was when he wasn't fighting.

Sasuke's eyes glinted in the light of the sun as they opened.

Lazily, with his eyelids half closed, he gazed around at the group in front of him. Naruto was climbing to his feet, with Sakura hovering over him like a hawk. Kakashi stood to the side, his nose deep into one of his sordid comic books.

This entire team was a joke. With a small sneer Sasuke turned his head to the side, watching the movements of the trees as they swayed in the wind. Naruto was a child, Sakura, a liability and Kakashi… though physically strong, was a weak leader. At first Sasuke had been pleased: finally the teacher-without-a-student, the famed copy-ninja, Kakashi of the Sharingan eye, had taken his first Genin team. Surely this man, with his high standards and mysterious talents, would be the one to teach him rare and unfound abilities… to give him the skill he needed to kill his brother…

…But oh, what a disappointment it had been so far. Kakashi turned out to be just as much a nut job as the rest of them, if not more. He always arrived late for training—whereas Sasuke was always there at least half an hour early, practicing his forms and combinations over and over—and he barely ever taught them any new techniques, just kept pushing that stupid 'teamwork' idiocy… It was like Kakashi had some skeletons in his cupboard that he was hiding, causing him to act this way… either that, or he simply didn't care about their advancement.

'Itachi was Jonin when he was my age… And what am I? Nothing but a lowly Genin… How disgusting.'

Sasuke couldn't help it when his mind brought him back, again, to that day in the Forest of Death. His helplessness… The feeling of Orochimaru's hot breath ghosting down his neck and spine, leaving cold goosebumps on his skin, then the sticky saliva coating his neck, crusting over… Sasuke rubbed at his neck vigorously, first with his fingers, then his nails, leaving irritated lines of red criss-crossing over the curse seal. Sasuke grit his teeth, he'd have to wash his neck later; it felt dirty.

Lost in his thoughts, Sasuke missed it when Kakashi's eyes rose to regard him silently… thoughtfully.

The beyblade hit the bowl spinning, with a hiss of metal on metal, it took a violent turn, then another, weaving a complex pattern into the bowl. With every turn it spun faster, harder, making the movements sharper and more intricate.

Suddenly, without warning, the blade tipped and struck the dish. It lost control: spinning sideways, hitting the edge of the dish and flying into the air.

A hand flashed out and caught the blade.

Kai opened his eyes.

With a narrowed gaze, he considered the blade, only inches away from his face.

'Overbalanced, the equilibrium is off. Side-spin, the point tip needs sharpening.'

His eyes closed and with a flourish he returned the blade to his pocket.

"Hey! Kai!"

Three boys came into view, running across the clearing towards him.

With a barely perceptible sigh, Kai turned away. He had come here to be alone.

As Tyson, Rei and Max neared they saw Kai turn away, scarf ends trailing in the wind. Rei knew from experience that if he didn't say something immediately, Kai would disappear into the nearby trees and they would have to spend another three hours trying to track him down; really, how the guy managed to be so elusive was beyond him. So, moving quickly, the teen stepped forward and called out to the older youth.

"Hey, Kai! Wait a second! We got something to tell you!"

Thankfully, Kai's figure stopped moving. But he didn't turn and the boys were forced to run around Kai so they could face him.

"Kai, finally, there you are! We just met with Mr. Dickenson about that thing he wanted to talk to us about; where were you?!" Tyson yelled, annoyed that their captain had once again abandoned their team.

But Kai didn't respond. His arms were crossed and his head slightly lowered. His fine, angular features were schooled into a carefully unemotional look that showed disinterest and the beginning edges of mild annoyance.

However, though he didn't respond outwardly, Kai knew that the true reason for his dereliction was that he simply had not yet chosen if he wanted to blade with the Bladebreakers this year.

But he wasn't fool enough to tell them that.

"Mr. Dickenson wanted to talk to us about the upcoming tournament in Russia, you remember?" Max asked, his soft voice gentle in comparison to the boisterous Tyson.

Kai held back a sneer. Of course he knew about the tournament, his Grandfather had already been kind enough to send out his 'invitation'.

Kai had enjoyed sending it back… piece by pitiful piece.

Needless to say, Voltaire probably wasn't all that pleased with him at the moment… In fact, Kai could go so far as to hazard a guess that their next meeting would be less than pleasant. He didn't care. All Kai had to do was imagine the look on his Grandfather's face when he saw his little 'present' and it was enough to send him into a relatively good mood for the rest of the day.

At any rate, the Bladebreakers had been highly disturbed by the sadistic grins he had indulged in that day.

"… And that's why he's decided to send us some bodyguards." Tyson finished emphatically.

'What?' Kai's eyes snapped open and he glared at Tyson.

At the sudden intense glare, Tyson flinched. Whenever Kai did that it was like his piercing eyes were burning bloody holes into him. It didn't just unsettle him, it made him downright disturbed to suddenly have the complete, undivided attention of someone who habitually ignored him.

"I-It's true!" Tyson spluttered, fearing that Kai was about the punch him in the eye at any moment. "And it wasn't my idea! Mr. Dickenson wants us to have some bodyguards just in case anything goes wrong in Russia."

"He doesn't want anything bad to happen, like two years ago." Rei, the voice of irrefutable reason, added, sending Kai a pointed look.

Kai returned it by lifting his lips arrogantly and making a low sound behind his teeth.

"Hn."

With that, he closed his eyes and took a step forward. Rei and Max parted like water before him and Kai glided past. They knew him too well to think they could stop him… or rather, they didn't know him well enough to know how to stop him. Either way, he had gone before anything more could be said.

"Huh, I guess it figures Kai wouldn't be too happy about this." Max looked at the spot where Kai had disappeared.

"Well, s'probably 'cause with them around he won't be able to pull all that flip-floppy stuff he's been doin' every year between us and Tala n' them." Tyson snorted.

"He probably feels like they're doing it to keep an eye on him. After all, Kai's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, as are we; why would we need bodyguards?" Rei frowned.

"Well, apparently there've been some civil fights and stuff going on… Mr. D told me." Max added the last part when he got surprised looks from his two friends. "He also said that no one's really sure about who or what's at fault for all those fights, so he thinks it'd just be safer for us to have some bodyguards. Apparently they think we might be targets… Maybe 'cause we're international representatives… and the previous World Champions."

"I see." Rei blinked. "Well, when are they getting here?"

"Sometime later in the week, I think." Max shrugged. "Mr. D didn't say much; apparently they're ninja from some Hidden Village in the North."

At this, Rei's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "You don't say…"

"Yeah…" Max looked up at Rei oddly. "Why? Have you heard of it or something?"

"I…" Rei hesitated. "…No… no, I haven't."

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THIS STORY IS A TEST! I'm putting this out there to see what kind of reaction I get. If you want this story to be continued, please, PLEASE send me a review saying so! At the moment, this story is in the bare process, skeleton phase. It could easily go either way. I need some reassurance that you guys like this and want me to continue. I have ideas, but they probably won't ever reach the paper without your help, so again, REVIEW!

Adio!

Sholay