AN: This is simply something I wanted to try. Now I'm not going to do too much research into Silent Hill, mostly because I'm not expecting much of a response to this story, so don't hold it against me if I get something wrong in regards to the Silent Hill series. I've played through the first four games and I'm hoping that enough to create this story and turn it into what I want it to be. Now the intro to this is going to use the whole mob cliche, but I worked really hard to make it so its done in a well reasoned manner, as such a lot of this chapter touches on brief history. In other words, while I'm using the mob mentality cliche, it wont be done in a way that contains any bashing. Its strictly being used to set the mood to better interact with the Silent Hill aspects I wish to use.

Also, I'm hoping my writing skill has improved enough to do this idea some justice, but I'd still appreciate writing tips from anyone willing to give them.

Note: can someone help me with translations? If you happen to be bilingual please leave me a PM.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Silent Hill


Harbinger of Repentance

Chapter one


Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't help but to hate himself as he gazed at the pair of tan folders that lay on his desk. One was nearly bursting with papers, and his heart ached seeing it, but the other had only a few, and it was this one that made him truly detest himself. These folders were mission reports and hospital records, and they were both related by a single person. The large one contained various mission reports that had been filled out over the last eight years, while the thin one was of the hospital records for but a sole patient,

Uzumaki Naruto; the young boy he'd always seen as a grandson, like his very own flesh and blood, was yet again in the hospital.

Gazing over the newest entry to Naruto's medical record, Hiruzen's frustrations grew as he unconsciously let loose a bit of his killing intent. With each passing moment he found it more and more difficult to rain in the whirling emotions that had managed to flood his system as his eyes slowly read across the words on the paper. However, on the thin sheet of paper he held in his hands, one sentence drastically stood out to him.

'Patient Status: Comatose.'

It must have been about the fiftieth time he had read the document regarding his surrogate grandchild's hospitalization, and yet his urge to massacre a good lot of the civilians in his village still peaked every time he read the word, "Comatose". He'd tried so damn hard to keep the small boy safe, and protected from the dangers that sought him, both from within and without. A mirthless chuckle escaped from his lips as he lightly banged a single hand against his desk. Tears lightly streamed down his face as the years finally caught up to him. He always managed to fail when things mattered, didn't he? He should have NEVER revealed the boys status when he was just a baby, but he had at the time thought so well of the village he loved and had wanted to let the people know of Minato's final wish for the boy.

He thought for sure that once the people heard the inspirational words of the late beloved leader that they would all be proud of the boy. But that wasn't the case. Everyone had at first remained silent, which he believed was simply due to the nights speech being a lot for them to take in, especially immediately after such a tragic event had just struck the village, but it only took one confused and scared man's vocal outcry to start the panic in the people around him.

"S-so... that thing's th-the fox?!"

He didn't think the man even realized what he'd done, but almost immediately whispers broke out across the gathered civilians like a wild fire. Even though he had corrected the man almost immediately the seeds of doubt had already been planted, and as many conspiracy theories went, no amount of proof to the contradicting would put out the flames of doubt and fear. Soon more people began shouting out fear filled questions, all of which pointed at the idea that the young baby he had held in his arms was a monster. It was at that point when he had witnessed just how fast human nature could take hold of a crowd's fear that he had immediately silenced them with a booming shout.

At the time he didn't know if he or the wounded and tired shinobi could take the prospect of a riot breaking out, so he chose to nip it in the bid by forbidden anyone speak about it anymore. He shouted from the roof of the Hokage tower how they had been mistaken and the boy was not a demon, and that he was truly disappointed in his people for believing such a thing, no matter how short a time period they did such. To their credit the majority of people looked ashamed. He knew they cared about the village and were simply terrified from what they had experienced. After all, feeling the killing intent of the Nine-Tails was horrifying for veteran shinobi, let alone untrained civilians who had no experience with killing intent nor any real knowledge of what was happening.

Once he had silenced the crowd and attempted to remedy the situation he began a new speech; this one instating the new law that would be known by all, but neglected by so many. The law that forbade all those who knew from speaking a single word about it to those who didn't, under penalty of possible imprisonment. Maybe that was his second mistake. Had he known how the situation would only degrade over time, he would have done something more to prevent it. He had at the time thought about setting the penalty to be a death sentence, but that was extremely severe and could cause political drawbacks. The last thing he needed at the moment was the people starting to view him as a tyrannical leader; something that alone would only reinforce the rampant conspiracy theories that were popping up at the time.

No, the law probably would still have been broken again and again. It wasn't like he could constantly monitor every single civilian in the village at all times of the day. Besides, the village had at the time much larger concerns to deal with, such as reconstruction and gathering a in-depth death toll. Enforcing a law that had yet to even be written on paper simply wasn't feasible. It turned out to be a massive mistake that he'd wished he wouldn't have brushed off. So much pain could have been avoided had he simply proven to the people that the new law was anything but a joke; a few people imprisoned would have been all it took to let them know it was a serious offense, but he hadn't done such a thing, and the moment that a the few people who hadn't listened to him at the speech, and continued to believe their own theories and spread fear inducing stories around got away with doing such, more and more people began ignoring the law.

It wasn't long until it was a pandemic that simply couldn't be dealt with. At that point imprisoning a few people wouldn't change anything. He had stated that the penalty of breaking the law would be imprisonment, and then he had failed horribly to enforce said law. He would have to throw a vast majority of the population into prison to prove himself serious, and probably have to throw the rest into community service building more prisons to fit them all. Overall, the entire situation was a mess. A mess that he'd created, and that would haunt him for the next eight years.

As the young baby grew up over time, the hate grew with him. The boy was the village pariah, and nothing could be done about it anymore. Even with all the power he held as Hokage he couldn't force people to like the boy, and as such he grew up lacking the encouragement and love that a young child needed. Over time he received report after report about the injustices that were being held against the boy, ranging from raised food prices to outright harassment from the Anbu guard he had posted to keep the boy safe. He had done his best to punish the the stores that had discriminated against the boy by hitting them with heavy fines, which he then used to fund Naruto's allowance, and yet it still wasn't enough.

He couldn't realistically do much more than fine the stores due to the sheer number that discriminated against him. If he went around closing them down for refusing to be fair to a single customer it could actually start effecting Konoha's economy, once again reflecting poorly of his leadership skills. Internal economic struggles simply weren't an option when the other great nations were already reviewing Konoha's power and security with a fine-tooth comb. And yet again his lack to sufficiently punish those transgressions soon led to even further rebellion in regards to how they treated the law, and Naruto himself.

It was around his seventh year being alive that things had first truly proven to be out of hand, as that was the first time that an attempt had been made on the child's life. A man that had lost his entire family in the attack, and consequently became a hardcore alcoholic, had seemingly become fed up with Naruto's existence seeing as he had broken into the boy's apartment while he'd been sleeping, with the intent to kill him. His plan had been effectively stopped once the single Anbu guard at the time noticed the commotion through the boys window. But even once the guard acted and the man was restrained Naruto had still been hurt.

Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

The years of neglect had already damaged the boy's sense of security and confidence, but the attack had made the boy become increasingly isolated. From the daily reports he received from the various Anbu guard, the boy rarely ever left his apartment anymore. The few times that he did was to head over to the small Ichiraku ramen stand that the two of them used to frequent whenever he would visit the boy, to get some house-made, prepackaged ramen cups that the stand sold. It was a rare occurrence for the boy to leave his apartment for much else. That's not to say he never did, as he was reported to occasionally walk around town or visit the park nearby the academy building periodically. No matter how much he may have feared others he was still a little boy, and keeping himself locked up for extended periods of would always make him want to be outside.

The guards at his behest always remembered to include a brief note in regards to the boy's emotional state, based on their observation of him that day. Over the span of a few months it seemed that the boy was slowly getting better, but still had a long road to recovery ahead of him. It was during this time that Hiruzen made an effort to have a talk with the boy and try and set the boy straight. He couldn't keep himself locked away forever, and he needed to know that. The talk itself went over about as well as he'd expected, with the boy questioning everything and why his life was the way it was. He had wanted to tell him that it was all his fault, but ultimately wound up telling him a story about a hero of a far off village, that had grown up in the worst of conditions but had grown strong because of it. He weaved a fantastical story that had soon inspired Naruto's desire to become a hero himself someday.

Hiruzen sighed for the thousandth time, the paper he clutched in his hand had long since been crumpled into a tightly wound ball. Even though the boy had found a new dream, that didn't stop his life from getting worse. After news had been leaked in regards to Naruto's attack, something that he had made sure was held tightly under wraps, it seemed to spur the hatred in peoples hearts once more. The man to them wasn't a criminal, he was a martyr. It wasn't long until another attack occurred, this time it had been a group of people...

...and it had been successful.

The Anbu guard had been a new one, and had only been around Chunin-level in terms of skill. Just before the attack had taken place the guard had been lured out by the group when they staged a girl's potential rape. Both the girl and the men who seemed to have been assaulting her were in on it. The report he'd read said that the civilians had somehow acquired a potent poison that after the men had ran the crying girl injected into the Anbu guard. Thankfully it wasn't anything deadly, but that particular guard had stayed in a coma for a solid month.

The attack they carried out while Naruto had been without guard was horrendous. They had spent the entire hour it took for someone to find the guard, brutally torturing the boy with various bladed weapons and blunt objects. Once the he and his Anbu had made it it was too late. The boy was already on his last legs, cuts and gashes lined the boys nude form, while disgusting black bruises covered whatever wasn't being covered by the blood and cuts. It took only a moment for him to lose his temper and order the civilians to be executed on the spot, with the exception of a single man. The very man that had first spoken out all those years ago at the speech. He was sent to the Torture and Interrogation Force, in the Konoha Intelligence Division.

That whole incident had happened only a week ago...

So here he was now, trying to come to terms with what had happened. When Naruto had first been placed into the hospital, he wasn't sure if he was even going to make it through the night, and neither were the doctors who had operated on him. That was a small relief, that even though there were those that despised the boy, the medics at the hospital took their jobs seriously, along with the oath to help those in need. Not a single one of the doctors that he had turned the boy over to had shown any hostility towards him; something that had brought an internal smile to his face. Maybe it was because they were simply more intelligent then those that held prejudices against young Naruto, and as such held little difficulty in seeing the distinction between him and the monster the stories made him out to be.

Regardless of what the case might be he was thankful. Had he needed to argue with them to get them to help the boy then he might not have made it through the night, if what they had reported was to be believed, regardless of his miraculous healing ability, something that had been revealed to them all that very night. It seemed that the boy's injuries had begun healing immediately after the worst of the worst injuries had been taken care of by the medics. Both the medics and himself had yet to figure out if said healing was a byproduct of being the Jinchuuriki of the Nine-Tails, or if it had to do with his genetics that he inherited from his parents. Hiruzen didn't reveal whom the boy was the product of to those particular medics however; that was something he'd have a personally selected medic review, under strict orders of secrecy.

Even with the boy's strange healing factor, it still took over four hours for him to be declared as being in a stable enough condition to be left to recover the rest of the way on his own. From there on the boy had remained asleep in the hospital bed, with an Anbu guard occupying the room at all times. Once the third day rolled around and the boy had yet to awaken he was declared as being in a coma. The report that he had held had been yet another update on the boys condition; just one of many he'd received over the last two months. And it was the last time Hiruzen ever wanted to read it. He had already determined himself to do something about it. With that thought stuck on his mind he gestured to one of the hidden Anbu inside the room.

Appearing inside the room kneeled in front of his desk was a man wearing a weasel-themed porcelain mask, black clothing that was covered by a grey flak jacket, protective metal arm guards with gloves and a pair of special shinobi sandals.

"Yes Hokage-sama?" came a monotone voice from behind the mask, the speaker not even deeming to look up at him. Hiruzen sighed at the man's behavior; not that he was being inappropriate for the job, but because it pained him to see a teenager like the one in front of himself acting as he was. This one in particular. The village had asked so much of him as of lately. Regardless he still had an order to give.

"Weasel, I need you to head over to the Intelligence Division and inform Inoichi that I request his presence here immediately." Hiruzen spoke firmly, receiving a nod in return from the Anbu member before they disappeared from the spot they'd occupied a moment earlier. Hiruzen let loose a drawn out sigh. It was going to take planning from both him and Inoichi but he was going to bring Naruto out from his coma if it was the last thing he was going to do. Then he'd tell the boy everything. Now all that was left to do was to wait for Inoichi.


He was right, it had indeed taken quite a bit of planning; about a full month's worth, but they had finally managed to come up with a plan. It turned out Inoichi knew of a way to draw a person out of a coma, or rather, a particular Jutsu. It was however considered forbidden to use, seeing as it posed a lot of potential risk, both to the user and the target. The Jutsu granted the ability to explore a person's mind in a form of semi-physical representation of it. In a sense it allowed the user to enter the targets mind and travel around it as if it were a physical place. The danger however came in the form of the fact that any damage sustained inside the targets mind would have negative consequences on the users mind. If the user died while inside the targets mind their brain would shut down and they would die. It had been forbidden due to the inability to determine what dangers a target's mind might pose.

The use on a enemy opponent was an obvious no-go seeing as the enemy could possibly take control of the environment and kill the user. Another danger of using the technique was that it was impossible to leave the technique until the target was found inside the representation and they allowed the user to leave. The only other way to leave would be to kill the target inside the representation, thus ending the connection that was made upon the activation of the technique. If a target didn't want the user to leave they couldn't, and as such had to be executed. The saving grace of the technique was the fact that it allowed others to accompany them into the target's mind, to serve as a sort of backup.

It was this very Jutsu that they had planned on using to draw the boy out of his coma. The danger the mission posed was also why two different Anbu would be appointed to accompany him into the child's mind. Hiruzen had also sought council from the current Anbu commander, Shikaku Nara, in regards to various possible strategies and all potential possibilities. The groups main concern had turned to what effect the presence of the Kyuubi would have on the mission, and that was where their fears now rested. Seeing as it was impossible to preemptively tell what was going to happen, they had no way to plan for that particular outcome without first being inside the target's mind anyways.

It had taken awhile but they had finally gotten everything that was needed for the mission in order. Two Anbu had already been hand picked by Hiruzen, and Naruto had already been transferred to a location where the mission could occur. It was at this particular location deep within the Intelligence Division's main HQ that they now found themselves.

Located inside a large circular room, Naruto's unconscious body sat rested upon a stone alter. The room was entirely empty of any other objects, and was currently only occupied by a group of five individuals. These individuals were Hiruzen himself, Inoichi Yamanaka, Shikaku Nara, the weasel-masked Anbu, along with another Anbu agent, though this one was female and wore a cat-themed mask. The group had already had everything set up and ready to go, now all that was left was for the technique to be cast. Inoichi stood directly in front of Naruto's unconscious form, with the two Anbu flanking him on both sides, standing a few feet away.

"Are you positive you agree to do this Inoichi?" Hiruzen asked, concern showing on his aged face. Receiving a resolute nod and cry of 'Hai' he turned his attention to the two Anbu agents. "What of the two of you? I will not force you to partake in this if you do not feel up to it."

"Hai, Hokage-sama!" the duo shouted simultaneously.

"Very well then... You may begin whenever you wish Inoichi, and be safe." with that the blond man quickly began flashing through various hand-seals before he slammed his palms onto the floor in front of him, with a shout of, "Mind Convergence Technique!". Immediately a string of seals spread out from his palms towards the two Anbu, before they created a circle around each of them. The moment the circles completed the two Anbu's bodies began to collapse, only to each be caught by clones of Shikaku that appeared immediately behind them. Once the pair had been rested gently onto the floor and the clones had dispersed, Inoichi stood up before reaching his hand out and firmly grasping the blond boy's forehead. As he did so his eyes closed and the world faded into darkness for him.


Inoichi snapped his eyes open, revealing to him a deep grey sky. It appeared he was laying on the ground. Shaking his head he slowly stood up from the ground and took a look around himself. It seemed that the technique had been a success, as he now stood in what appeared to be a nondescript street. The place however was being bathed in an incredibly thick fog, preventing himself from seeing more than fifteen feet in any direction. From what he could see though, the place seemed to be entirely devoid of life, as not a single building that lined the road within sight had any lights on, and the not a single person could be heard roaming the streets within hearing range.

He slowly made his way over to a nearby building, one that appeared to be a residence of some sort. The windows were coated in what seemed to be a massive layer of dust, as he had trouble seeing through them, so he made his way up a few steps that sat outside and attempted to open the door. It was locked and the handle wouldn't budge in the slightest. Well, that was a bust. He had been hoping to find some information within the residence to help him in the investigation, or perhaps help him get an idea as to where he was. Seeing as he hadn't woken up alongside the two Anbu, it meant that the first order of business was to regroup. With all the fog the task could prove to be difficult. There was no telling how large the representation might be.

With a short sigh, Inoichi made his way down the stairs and back into the street. He'd just have to start looking then. Walking towards the opposite end of the street he made to push chakra into his legs and leap up to the roof, so he could travel a little faster while having a slightly better view, but the moment he made to leap he could tell something was wrong as what was suppose to get him ten feet into the air instead got him roughly two; the equivalent of a civilians regular jumping ability. Great, so no chakra to work with, that meant the entire operation would have to be carried out manually.

With yet another sigh, Inoichi made his was along the street, this was going to take some time.


Itachi couldn't help but to smirk from behind his weasel mask while he gazed around himself. The detail of his surroundings were incredibly vivid. The technique used really was something special. It was rare for any non-Yamanaka to get the chance to see what the inside of a person's mind was like, and to say it was neat would be an understatement. Shaking himself of his current musings Itachi turned away from the large statue of a woman that he'd been examining, and took a look at the rest of the area. It seemed he was inside some kind of recreational park, or perhaps a town square of some sorts. He could only see concrete below him which made up the majority of the ground, short shrub-like hedges that made up a wall of sorts surrounding him, and a few wooden benches.

The fog surrounding the area was really making it difficult to see, so pushing chakra into his eyes Itachi made to activate his Sharingan, only for there to be no noticeable difference in the clarity or field of his vision. Turning to look at the metal placard that adorned the from of the statue, he used the reflective surface to looks at his eyes through the mask he wore, and what he saw concerned him. It seemed he couldn't activate his Sharingan. He had no idea if this was normal or not, but he figured it most likely was. Regardless, he determined that the best course of action would be to regroup with the others as fast as possible. With that Itachi turned and began walking towards an opening in and archway he could see through the fog.

Their squad captain, Inoichi, would probably have the answers he sought.


The sharp sounds of metal scraping against stone sounded out across a fog filled area, as a sword slashed out against the wall of a brick building, created an 'x' mark on the surface. The owner of the sword was none other than the cat-masked Anbu that had been chosen to accompany the others on this mission. She had jumped at the chance when she'd been asked by Lord Hokage, even though it wasn't a direct command. If it was a mission that Lord Hokage deemed her appropriate for than it was a missions shed accomplish without fail. She lived to serve the Hokage, and she strived to be the best.

As she came across yet another building she lashed out with lightning speed, using her sword to leave another large 'x' mark upon it. She had reasoned upon 'waking up' that the best course of action was to locate and regroup with the other members of the squad that had been created for this mission. However, she had quickly found out that she was unable to utilize her chakra anymore when she had attempted to ascend to a building's roof via wall climbing. As disconcerting as the inability to use chakra was, she had been trained how to fight effectively without it, and felt comfortable enough in her abilities to not let it get to her.

She had calmly begun making her way around the area, looking for signs of her temporary squad as she left signs of her own. The fog would likely prevent them from seeing each other so she reasoned it best to leave markings as evidence of her location. It could take awhile to locate the other, but she resigned herself to the task.

What she couldn't see however was that just outside of her visibility through the fog, the marks she left upon the buildings quickly vanished, leaving behind unscathed stone and wood. Had she been able to however, she very well might have been a little more on edge then she currently was.

And rightfully so.


Alright! That's the first chapter to my Naruto/Silent Hill crossover! I hope you enjoyed it, because it was really fun to write for! Also, I hope I did a good job turning the whole angry mob cliche into something effectually different.

Note: the exploration of Naruto's 'mind' wont be what the entirety of what this crossover is, just a small part of it. The rest of the story will take place and follow canon Naruto, but with changes I'll be making to incorporate the crossover.

Anyways, please leave a review and let me know what you thought of this first chapter! It will really help me out! If there was anything at all that you didn't like, please let me know! I openly accept criticism.

-SaucyHandles