Hello all. Here is the completed version of chapter one. I used to call chapters "Chappies," but after watching "Chappie" I suddenly don't feel like referring to chapters as "Chappies" anymore…

Just to clarify, this will not be a rehash of canon. In this world, the "canon" Bravely Default was the written history leading up to Naruto. So by sending himself back in time, Naruto has completely altered history, or in this case "canon." The theory behind this story is a little complex and it has turned this story into more of an AU than a simple crossover. But here's a brief explanation.

The four crystals (fire, water, earth, and wind) used to be one, but about two millennia before the events of BD, a Sage split the so-called "Proto-crystal" (which will later become the Juubi) into four. Several millennia latter, the Rikudou Sennin defeated his mother, the pope of the Crystal Orthodoxy, who abused the powers of the crystals. He sealed the crystals in himself and became the first Jinchuriki of the Crystals. When the Sage died, he split the crystals into nine distinct beings, which he named the Biju. The biju took different characteristics from the crystals and the strongest (Kurama) essentially was the crystal of fire. And that's about it. For now…

Please enjoy this chapter, it took about a week to produce.

Hidden deep within the snowy mountains of Kumo stood a small shelter. Placed near the edge of a cliff, the shelter had a perfect view of approaching snowstorms. It housed a single room with a single bed and twice the number of ovens. Two unassuming pots tucked away in a far corner of the room, stood guard over a trap door that covered an underground hall. The narrow hall stretched for a quarter hour in chilling darkness before spilling into a private chamber. It hung over the jagged crags based around the foot of a sheer cliff. The chamber was a simple construct of stone; it had no windows and a single hole that served as the chamber's sole entrance. Its girth measured three men placed end to end, and its ceiling rose two off the stone floor. A circle of symbols lay around the center of the floor and above the hole. The elegance in which they were carved reveals the results of several years of meticulous drafting. In the center of the circle, sat a young Sage, weary beyond his years. He grew the blondest of hairs that, despite entire bottles of hair gel, could never be tame. His cheeks were soft and fair with six whisker-like birthmarks—three on each side. The blonde clothed himself with an orange jumpsuit over which he wore a full-length white cloak. Six magatama bordered an abnormally large collar that tickled his chin whenever he moved. Beneath the collars sat another six magatama strung together to form a rather manly necklace. Six, Six, Six, a rather auspicious number… Nine magatama formed a three-by-three grid on the back of his cloak; apparently the Sages were fans of Sudoku. A black shakujo lay across his lap. It possessed six rings that looped around a circular head and a large crescent around the bottom end of the staff.

The blonde slowly flexed his hands and with a shout, clasped them firmly above his chest. "Fuin!" The room flashed a brilliant light as various symbols ran across the floor and up the wall. Intricate curves weaved in and out of the glowing symbols, forming a complex system of eight concentric rings. The room dimmed to a soft glow as the system spun slowly in alternating directions. Encapsulating the weary man, a shining hemisphere rose from the stone floor. It seemed all was proceeding as planned. Safe within the dome, the blonde slouched forward in relief. Only a moment passed before he felt something wrong: something very wrong. "I sense something; a presence I've not felt since…" His eyes snapped open revealing the purple orbs of a true Sage.

"Oh my, my, what a great surprise."

"Obito Uchiha. It seems you've finally found me."

The masked man chuckled merrily. "Oh trust me young Namikaze, I have always known of your whereabouts. Those pots were rather tricky I must say. It simply took time to identify a flaw in this plans and even longer to develop the proper… countermeasures for this little 'project' of yours." Obito paused to savor Naruto's horrified expression. Obito could barely contain his malicious glee. He spent four years waiting for this bumbling buffoon to make this final gambit: four long years. And now his patience has finally paid off. Oh, how he loved crushing hopes and dreams. "Space-time Fuinjutsu is such a fussy topic." The Uchiha couldn't help but mock the foolish boy, "It takes the user's highest level of focus and concentration, as I'm sure you know. To disturb the user, or their seals for that matter, would most certainly proved disastrous. Wouldn't you agree, Naruto Namikaze?" How Obito hated that name. He utterly despised that word along with its accursed progenitor, Minato Namikaze. Just thinking of him left a bitter taste on the Uchiha's tongue. And now was the time to purge this world of the Namikaze. Nothing will stand in his way.

Naruto turned to face the Uchiha. His eyes narrowed, glaring at the man blocking the chamber's sole exit. "Shut it and cut to the chase Uchiha." He spat, his words laced with harsh venom. Perhaps four years of solitude with the Kyuubi were beginning to change him. "I need to stop teasing Kurama. At this rate, I'll become a shriveled old prune." Naruto thought to himself. "What do you want?" Obtio gasped in mock surprise.

"Oh my Naruto, the legendary Rinnegan. I am thoroughly shocked by your new ability." Of course Obito knew of the Namikaze's eyes. He spent every moment quietly observing every movement the blonde made. He even knew his sleep and urination cycle. One could never be too cautious… "And to think I only came here to talk with you. Was that too much to ask for?" He quickly answered before the blonde could reply, "Oh I am so sorry I asked so much of you. And here you tried your very best for little ole' me. I simply must repay your hospitality…" Obito began to laugh with crazed joy as he withdrew a slip of paper from his pocket and slapped it over the large symbol engraved in the wall above him. "With this!" The seals began to hum and glow a menacing red causing the rings to spin around sporadically. "And because you can't leave your spellbound circle, there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Naruto's eyes widened in shock,

"No! You fool! Space-time Fuinjutsu is forbidden for a reason! There's no telling what could happen if one mistake was made! This could tear the very fabric of the universe to shreds!" Obito Continued to laugh,

"That's where you're wrong, my friend. I have carefully analyzed your seals Namikaze." Yuck, Namikaze, "Do you really think I would simply allow you to create a time machine unobserved?" Obito chuckled at the absurdity of the question. What fool would leave his enemy unmonitored? Even that ancient fool, Ouroboros, left that ditzy fairy with the Vestal of Wind. "I know every detail in your little plan boy. Each ring will send you exactly a decade in the past. You plan to throw yourself to the time of Konoha's founding, correct?" He grinned as the Namikaze—no the boy, growled in anger. Raising his arm, Obito gestured to the slip of paper above him, "And the matrix beneath my seal is responsible for calculation and assigning the correct number of years to each ring. By interrupting the flow of chakra, I am able to alter the matrix to send you eight millennia into the past! And in addition, my seal will scatter the Rikudou Sennin's precious artifacts across the ancient world. I wonder how well you'll fight without his amazing powers? It's too bad I can't rid you of those eyes of yours." He laughed with glee, "Your fate is sealed!" The boy's face contorted with anger, something Obito not so secretly enjoyed. The room began to shake violently causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

"Why? Don't you see what you're doing?" Naruto couldn't believe the ideals of the crazed man. Peace can never be obtained with a simple illusion. And it most certainly can't bring back the departed. "This 'peace' you believe in is only temporary! It's not true peace. You can always trick others into believing one thing or another, but you can never trick yourself. Rin is still dead and she always will be. This Rin will never be real! She's just as fake as your 'peace' is! And deep down, you know this! Deep down, you know that Rin—Rin is gone! You're just lying to yourself!" Obito could feel his control slipping with every word that came from the boy's cursed lips. The blonde was right; Rin was dead. For the first time in many years, Obito began to question himself. What was he doing…? Would Rin want this? She had always wanted what made him happy, and was this it? No, this wouldn't make her happy. Rin wanted what made him happy so they could become closer as friends: as a team. She wanted what made the team closer as a unit: what made Kakashi closer to her. She wanted to become close with Kakashi. She wanted Kakashi, not Obito. Naruto was right. This Rin is dead, buthisRin—his Rin will love him and only him. This had to be done in order for Rin to see the truth—to see him. "Obito, I know it hurts, but join me, and together we can make a better place Rin would love. Just forgive yourself." Naruto knew he didn't have much time. He watched as the seals peeled from the floor and wall. "Obito! We don't have much time! You can still fix this mess: together." No… never. Naruto wasn't right. The boy was wrong—dead wrong.

The Uchiha began to chuckle. A moment passed before his chuckle transformed into a twisted guffaw. "What would you know of love, demon?" It was the brat's kind that killed Rin. It was only fitting for him to use them to bring her back. "You have never known love! You never had a family and you never had to witness the death of your lover! Rin, if only you knew what I did for you. Then you'd love me more than that damn Hatake."

"He's lost it." Naruto concluded, "His love tore his sanity to shreds…" How tragic. Naruto almost felt bad for the guy… The glowing symbols danced around the blonde, spinning and bobbing wildly.

"You are currently on a one way trip to the ancient continent of Einsberg. Rin always talked about visiting the cities of old. I think you'd love it there boy!" The rings burst with light while Naruto's figure faded in and out of existence. It was happening. Naruto could feel his consciousness slip away as his body was thrown into the past. He grasped the Sage's shakujo firmly. It guided him to the artifacts one: it could do it again. His vision slowly faded to black and before long, all he could process was Obito's crazed laughter.

And then…

Silence…

"Quick! Protect the crystal! We mustn't let the Vestal's sacrifice be in vain!" Several women ran about, scrambling to salvage whatever scripture they could find. Spells and arrows butchered countless acolytes as they whizzed across the hall. "Leave them! Our texts will mean nothing if these crusaders get their hands on the Crystal of Fire! Remember Lady Vestal's sacrifice! Remember the—" The acolyte's pleas were cut short when she cried out in pain. She looked down to see a glowing sword exit her chest. Her eyes widened with horror as the offender quickly withdrew his blade, shredding her aorta to pieces. Blood poured from both wounds while her heart pumped in a feeble attempt to survive. The spell fencer quickly grabbed the acolyte by her hair and threw her to the ground, instantly crushing her spinal column. The fencer took morbid satisfaction as the whore drowned in her own blood and tears. The bitch deserved it. Kneeling down he drew a dagger and raised his arm, prepared to strike.

"Remember the Vestal…" Bah, what nonsense. With several swift stabs, he repeatedly buried his dagger deep within her skull sending blood in every direction. "Remember what? You witch! How about you remember the hundreds of dying Eternians in our homeland. Every single one of your acolytes is corrupted!" The man removed his gloves and threw them over her body. "I want to feel this with my bare hands." Then gingerly, almost caringly, he wrapped his fingers around her right eye before savagely tearing it from its socket, severing her optical nerves. The brute turned his hand, observing the red eye with curiosity, juggling the idea that it saw the world from a different perspective than his. He casually shrugged and crushed it in his grasp, coating his hands with blood and intraocular fluid. The sword fencer relished ehe feeling of humor trailing down his wrist. A soft gasp caught his attention. Throwing the eye sack aside, the fencer turned and spotted a shaking brunette hiding behind two large doors. He sheathed his blade before picking up the mutilated corpse. The fencer turned and tossed the body in the teen's direction. The acolyte's skull split upon impact, coating the floor with blood and particles of brain matter. Her bloodstained hair curtained the body. The brunette fell to her knees and crawled to the corpse, sobbing the entire way. Her anguished wailing pleased the man.

"Anya, please! Let it be a dream!" She brushed the body's hair aside before vomiting over the corpse. The acolyte's face was mutilated beyond recognition. The man had viciously torn her face apart. Her jaw hung open, held in place by broken strands of ligament. There was nothing left except the remains of a nose and a single red eye. Bile filled the girl's throat before she wretched all over herself. Her young mind collapsed with shock as she pitched back and landed in the mixture of blood, bile, and carnage. The spell fencer barked with laughter. What a foolish girl. Before the man could finish the job, an older woman rushed into the grand hall and scooped up the girl in her arms. She rushed for the grand doors, hoping to catch the man off guard. Her hopes were crushed before she even made a foot towards her goal. The man suddenly appeared in front of her and smashed a fist into her gut. Blood flew from her mouth as she stumbled back in surprise, dropping the teen. He grinned laced with malice.

"What's your name girl?" The bitch stood firm, glaring defiantly at him.

"Mimiko."

"Well Mimitoe, where do you think you're going?" He asked, amused by Nikumo's act of bravery, "I won't let anyone spoil my day. Not even a pretty girl like you, Mistletoe." The escape of one or two shrine maidens could hardly ruin his day, in fact, his day couldn't have gone any better. The mission to capture the Temple of Fire has so far been a success and no one could stop him. "I'll definitely be promoted for this." The fencer's moment of victory was ruined as a knight dashed into the chamber.

"Commander Cody!" He reported with a salute, "The Crystal of Fire is spiraling out of control." Well, that wasn't right. "Its energy levels are fluctuating rapidly. The assigned scientists were unable to diagnose the problem, but they say it appears that something is trying to escape the crystal! Please follow me!" Cody has seen many things during his career as a protector of Enternia. He was present during the Grand Marshal's wedding and served as his bodyguard during the ceremony. Cody even bore witness to a surprisingly amusing Grand Marshal, as he coward in fear during the birth of his goddaughter, Edea. But nothing could prepare him for what was before him. The floating crystal thrummed sporadically sending a red pulse throughout the temple. The vibrations shattered windows as it spilled into the outer chambers. Several cracks ran along the crystal's surface, threatening to split it in two. The Commander ushered Mimiko towards the crystal.

"You're up, Nemo! What are you waiting for: A formal invitation? Fix the damn rock!" Suddenly the chamber began to shake violently. A harsh glow leaked from the cracks while the crystal spun at an intense speed.

Mimiko gasped in terror, "It's too late!" The crystal burst with a deafening explosion, hurling the inner sanctum into the air. Shards of rock and crystal rained from the sky, killing indiscriminately. Mimiko fell to the ground, her body riddled with pieces of the very crystal she sought to protect. She chuckled bitterly at the irony of the situation and sighed, her final words lost to the wind as a falling crystal crushed her skull.