Disclaimer: I make no claims of owning Bloodborne or Claymore, only the OC that appear in this fanfic. Don't sue me, I'm really poor.

The overall strength of which characters are stronger are scaled or changed completely to fit with my plans for this fic so it will not be completely accurate in most cases with combat and such from the Bloodborne game or Claymore manga.

This fic is set after the end of the Claymore manga storyline.

The Bloodborne Hunter that is featured in this chapter is also NOT the main Hunter of the game. He's just a Yahrnamite Hunter and one of the many Hunters that is planned for this fic. This crossover does not have any fixed main characters that it will focus on and may jump around to various people.

Hope you enjoy it, as short as it is.

Edit as of 6/12/16: This is no longer designated as a oneshot. It will be a series that will be updated less than my main fic.

Five years have passed since the Claymores liberated their island world from the machinations of The Organization. Since then, they have worked long and hard to wipe out the remnants of their former Masters along with any Yoma and Awakened Beings they could find. For the first several years, they had succeeded in doing so. Ushering a time of peace afterwards for a time.

But now… now there has been a surge of Yoma appearing once more across their entire world.

The Claymores fought back with ferocity against the endless numbers of new Yoma, but they are getting overwhelmed. They can't be everywhere to fight back the monsters, and the people are perishing by the hundreds because of it. More and more, innocents are dying left and right to the Yoma with not a hint of it stopping or slowing down. Soon, the inhabitants of this island world will all meet the same fate, with probably only the surviving ones close to the Claymore stronghold in The Holy City Rabona.

Fortunately, with the appearance of this many Yoma, comes the arrival of new predators.

A Hunter stirs from his sleep. Slowly, his eyes opens to the bright rays of sunlight that shone down on his face. He found himself feeling still half-asleep and slightly dazed as he looks at the crystal clear blue sky high above him. He had never seen the sky so beautiful like it is right now. Never had he seen it so bright, so vibrant, and so… peaceful.

"…So is this how the dream ends?" he whispered.

Such a picturesque ending that was quite a popular thought with what most thought what it would be like. And yet, it somehow made the Hunter feel a little melancholy about the whole thing. He mused to himself that perhaps he had really just wanted something else. His thoughts drifted to everything he's been through and all of the things that ended along with the dream. Such dreary and dull thoughts plagued him as he laid there under the bright sun. But those thoughts were soon washed away by something.

A familiar scent drifted towards him.

It calls to him... It sings to him... It causes the blood in his veins to rush with fervor!

He smiled.

"It looks like it hasn't ended completely," he said as he stood up and his hands gripped tightly the tools most intimate to his trade. "We have new game, ladies and gentlemen. It's time… for another hunt!"

Bodies all around him that were sleeping on the ground, same as he had, stirred as they heard his voice and smelled the same thing as he did. One by one they staggered up on their feet, slowly but surely, holding their own tools tightly in their hands. They breathed in the fresh air around them deeply and opened their eyes, completely wide and awake, after picking up on the scent that lingered in it. Most smiled, same as he did. The others, were stoic but the weapons in their hands were rigid from the tightness of their grip on them. Then there were some that started to cackle madly from excitement.

There was only one thing in their mind at that moment.

"Let's see who can get first blood?"

And with that comment from the first to wake, they bolted off towards the direction of their prey.

…The Hunters of Yahrnam have joined the hunt!

"Galatea!"

Miria walked briskly after opening the door to the former #3 Claymore turned nun and official liaison between the people of their island world and the Claymores. Galatea had done a great service to them, blind as she was, by handling all the reports of Yoma coming in from all over the island so that Claymores could be dispatched to destroy them.

They were in Galatea's room inside the stronghold constructed to be their new home at the center of Rabona. A large fortress that housed all of the surviving warriors and trainees that acted as their main base of operations as well as their sanctuary.

"I heard there was a surge of Yoma that had been troubling the south a week ago," Miria said anxiously. She had only arrived back from the east after exterminating some Yoma when she had heard the townsfolk gossiping about the situation in the south. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I can take Dietrich and Anastasia with me. If we leave now we can—"

Galatea cut off Miria calmly. "There is no need."

"…What?" asked Miria in confusion. "Did we have anyone else available to send? I thought most of us were already sent to the west." She remembered clearly that there was no one to spare to deploy from Rabona so she found it odd that they had warriors left to aid the south so quickly.

Dietrich, who had been standing beside Galatea, handed her the report that she just read out to their blind companion.

Miria furrowed her brow, curious about what could be on it. As she read the report, her eyebrows notched further down and she frowned at the information on it. She looked up to the faces of her comrades after she finished reading the entire thing.

"What is this…?" she asked.

"Just as it says," said Galatea. "The south is no longer in danger of being destroyed by Yoma. A good thing, is it not?"

"That is not what I meant!" shouted Miria. "This!" she said as she shook the report in her hand. "It mentions strange people that appeared and started slaughtering the Yoma, disguised or not. You know full well that ordinary people are not able to do such a thing!"

She was angry, rightly so. Because the only ones with the means to combat such a large number of creatures were the Claymores or Yoma themselves. The only other ones she could think of would be the people from the mainland, something she was almost sure of, considering there were no one else capable of producing Yoma. They had already suspected that the people from the mainland would never just leave them be.

Miria reigned in her frustration.

"It's them, isn't it," she said, more as a statement. "Their trying to establish another organization the same as before. They've made a new generation of warriors and are trying to establish the south as their new domain this time."

Galatea's blind eyes looked directly into Miria's own eyes. "That is a very large possibility," she said. "We can't be so sure of it but the increase of Yoma is most certainly their doing. But establishing another organization that hunts down the same creatures they created? That seems a little counterproductive, wouldn't you say?"

"Wouldn't be the first time they've done so," pointed out Miria.

Galatea closed her eyes and nodded at this. "Yes, but not when everyone already knows their true nature," she said. "I see no benefit in them doing this. If anything, it will actually give us more room to breathe with the current situation." Miria gritted her teeth because she couldn't refute that. "They only needed a few more years, and they would have won with a war of attrition at the rate things have been going."

It was information they hadn't shared with the others, but Miria was sure that more than a few have most likely come to the same conclusion. There was simply too many Yoma for the Claymores, and the people are suffering for it.

They did not want to force the trainees to live the same lives as they do, but all of the trainees volunteered anyway. The problem was that most of them have not matured enough to fight on the same level as the rest of them yet.

"They are still the most likely ones in the south," said Miria.

"Perhaps," admitted Galatea. "But we cannot be sure until we see it for ourselves."

Before they could talk further, a knock on the door came. Dietrich went over to answer it. One of the young trainees came by and handed over another report.

After bidding the trainee goodbye, Dietrich opened up the report.

"That time may come sooner than we thought," she said as she read report in her hands. "Cynthia's group is pursuing a group of Yoma that had fled to the south with a few children." Miria and Galatea were wide-eyed at that. "At the direction they are going, they are bound to arrive at a town that the Yoma had been assaulting a while back."

"Then most likely they will encounter these new warriors," said Miria, clearly unhappy with the situation. "I'm leaving," she declared as she turned away from Galatea and made for the door. "Send any of us available there as soon you are able."

Galatea nodded in agreement.

In a dense forest, three silver-eyed women ran at an amazing speed. They maneuvered past the trees and roots that covered the forest floor with ease, never once slowing down their pace.

It was a fact that Claymore's are not so easily fatigued due to their half-human half-yoma nature. That was probably the only reason why Cynthia was still able to continue running in pursuit of the small number of Yoma that she and her group had been tracking relentlessly for several days now.

Still, all of the Claymores have been stretched thin from the endless hordes of Yoma that continued to pop up all over the land. She knew that it was most likely due to the mainland's efforts to stomp them out and take back control of the island world. Nevertheless, she and the others will not give in that easily.

"Wait," she commanded the others, forcing their group to halt their pursuit. "I don't know why, but they've stopped." She could feel the presence of the Yoma ahead of them.

"Are they trying to ambush us?" said Audrey in an amused tone. "That's a bold move even if they do have hostages. They aren't even Awakened Being's and they think they can really take us on?"

Cynthia closed her eyes and began sensing for the Yoma more clearly. "I don't think that's it," she said. "Their yoki are spiking a little. I think they must have encountered something." After a moment, she opened her eyes wide with surprise. "T-they're disappearing," she stuttered. "I think something's killing them!"

The sound of a loud bang echoed throughout the forest ahead of them where the Yoma are. It was an unfamiliar sound to them.

"Let's go!" yelled Audrey, already running ahead. "We have to save the children!"

Cynthia and the others scrambled quickly to catch up to Audrey. One after the other, Cynthia could sense the yoki of the Yoma getting snuffed out. She worried for the safety of the children the Yoma had taken, but she was also worried about Audrey who was considerably farther ahead of them.

As they quickly approached the location where the last of the yoki vanished, she and the others could hear the clang of metal hitting metal.

Once they broke through the dense tree, they saw Audrey facing off against a tall man garbed in clearly foreign make. The man was attired strangely. He wore a buttoned down leather coat with gloves and trousers to match. The trifold hat he wore was also something not seen in their lands, and the small leather cape that completely covered his face, besides the small slit that showed his eyes, was quite suspect. The strangest of all though, were the items he wielded on his left and right hand.

In his right hand, he held the handle of a rather large slightly curved saw. And on his left hand, a stick like tube made of metal and wood that they didn't recognize at all.

The man's eyes that were on Audrey, drifted towards them. Cynthia could see curiosity in those eyes that scanned them quietly. For a moment, those eyes stopped briefly on her and looked somewhat disquieted, but they returned to its previous tone just as quickly.

"So there are Hunters in this land," said the man, more to himself than to the women. "I was starting to wonder how these beasts haven't wiped out the people here yet."

Close to the man, the Claymores could see the torn and shredded corpses of the Yoma they had been pursuing. A generous amount of blood pooled on the ground where the corpses bled. One of the corpses seemed perfectly intact, aside from the smoking hole on its temple.

"Who are you?!" demanded Audrey. "Are you another warrior from The Organization?"

"A warrior?" the man asked, tilting his head slightly at the word. "This would be the first time I've heard of such a way to refer to a Hunter. How very strange." He looked at them once more, before saying, "And if I were a part of the organization you speak of, what would you do?"

Cynthia couldn't see the man's entire face, but those eyes of his were clearly lit with bright amusement. She felt slightly confused since she could clearly sense no yoki or malice coming from him. And yet, there was something about him that made her feel as if he was similar to them.

"We told them we will destroy anything they send our way," Cynthia answered seriously. "Now, answer us. Are you part of The Organization?"

"If I am to answer, then may I ask for the name, at least, of who I am speaking to?" the man asked politely back. "My name is Isaiah Kimble." With weapons in hand, he bowed curtly. "Would the beautiful lady care to bestow this humble Hunter her name?"

Cynthia could not tell why he would need to ask for her name but she didn't see the harm in giving it. "I am Cynthia, the former #14 of the 132nd generation," she answered simply, only giving the basics of respects back. "I gave you my name so keep your word and answer what we had asked. Are you from The Organization?"

The Hunter took a few moments before answering.

"Why, yes," he stated without a care. "Yes, I am."

Not wasting anymore time, Audrey dashed forward towards the Hunter and swung down her claymore without hesitation. The man intercepted the blow with his saw cleaver. As their blades were locked trying to overpower one another, the Hunter aimed his pistol directly at Audrey's head.

"Move your head, Audrey!" cried out Cynthia quickly.

It was a good call. Because as soon as Audrey did so, with a loud bang, the gun fired its quicksilver round, grazing her cheek instead of burying into her head. She quickly broke away from the Hunter and stood back beside her comrades.

"Hey, Hey," said Minerva. "What the hell was that?!"

"Be careful. It looks like that weapon is capable of firing projectiles at fast speeds," Cynthia explained as she remembered what happened. "That's probably the same thing that killed that Yoma over there." She pointed towards the Yoma with a hole in its head.

The Hunter seemed a little bemused by their reactions.

"You've never seen or heard of a firearm before?" he asked curiously. "No, it looks like you haven't." The looks the women gave him seems to have answered for him. "Same as the rest of the people of this land so it would seem. Very strange indeed."

He walked slowly towards the Claymores.

"I'm still curious to know more about you though," said the man before promptly launching himself towards the three women. The serrated edge of his saw cleaver came down on Cynthia but was blocked by her own weapon. "I can tell that you are all quite strong," he said with his covered face close to Cynthia's. "Show me more, will you?"

Isaiah sidestepped the blade that threatened to slice his arm off. He fired his pistol at Minerva in return and had quickly taken his saw cleaver to intercept the next blade coming from Audrey. To his surprise though, the moment his blade came into contact with Audrey's, his saw cleaver was deflected to the side. That had almost lost him his head, if not for him taking a quick step back.

He wasn't left unharmed by the action though. His shoulder had a very nasty gash where the claymore had sliced him. He took notice of it but didn't appear to be all that concerned of the wound. The technique Audrey used seemed to have interested him more.

"That was a very splendid move," he said, sounding genuinely impressed. "It would certainly had cost me my life had I been a moment too late."

Contrary to him, Cynthia had a troubled look on her face. "You…" she said, sounding unsure. "Are you suppressing your yoki?"

"Yoki?" questioned the Hunter. "I am sorry but I am unfamiliar with the term."

"Don't lie to us!" shouted Minerva furiously as she held tightly on to her claymore with both hands. "You're half-yoma like us, aren't you? How can you not know what yoki is?"

"Yoma… those beasts I killed?" said Isaiah. "Certainly, like all Hunters, I too have the beast's blood running through my veins." He chuckled lightly to himself a bit. "The people themselves don't have a problem calling us the same as the beasts we hunt. And yet, this is the first time I've ever heard of yoki."

His answer did not make much sense to the Claymores aside from confirming that he was probably half-yoma like themselves. They can't really fathom how he was able to find any Yoma at all without knowing what yoki is.

"But enough of this idle chatter," dismissed the Hunter as he flicked his saw cleaver to its extended form and locked it with a click. "Did you not say that you needed to destroy me?" His voice clearly showed his amusement of that.

"You're underestimating us," stated Cynthia with slight annoyance.

"Believe me, I am not."

The Hunter and the Claymores clashed together once more. Blades collided and the sound of a gun resounded throughout the entire battle, if it can even be called that. Only the man kept receiving injuries upon injuries with each time the women attacked him, while the women were left pretty much intact. The Claymores had little problem with closing in on Isaiah in a short bit of time. The Hunter had put up a good fight, as outnumbered as he was. But ultimately, he lost as Cynthia's sword finally pierced him through his chest, causing him to kneel down and drop the weapons in his hands.

The Claymores finally took a deep breath after seeing that the battle was finally over.

"You fought well." Cynthia admitted honestly to the limp body of the man in her blade. She was very impressed how the man had continued to fight without any signs of giving up even after receiving wound after wound and the relentless assault of her and the others. "Maybe under different circumstances, we could have been allies that fought Yoma side by side," she said as she remembered the false reason The Organization gave them so that they would willingly serve.

"…If it's with you, I think I would find that very pleasant."

Cynthia tried to pull her blade back from the Isaiah's torso but she was too late. The Hunter's hands grabbed her own strongly and further impaled himself on the blade to quickly come face to face with her. She should have known to take off his head if she wanted to kill him but the lack of yoki made it hard to determine if he wasn't already dead.

"Since I'm already dying, I might as well take something with me," said Isaiah closely to Cynthia.

Without any hesitation whatsoever, he pulled himself on the blade with one hand, removed the covering on his face with the other and… kissed her on the lips, surprising the Claymore and the other two on her side who were about to hack the man's head off. After that short moment, what felt like an eternity, the Hunter broke away from the kiss.

"I'll see you in my dreams…" he spoke softly and lovingly as his hand caressed Cynthia's cheek dearly.

Before the women could get over their surprise, the man's body disintegrated into motes of light, vanishing right before the stunned expressions of the Claymores. There wasn't a single trace of Isaiah Kimble, not even the weapons he had dropped on the ground. The only thing left was the warm taste of his lips on Cynthia's own.

The one to break the silence after was Minerva, who was still had her Claymore mid-swing in an attempt to behead something no longer there.

"…What just happened?"

A/N:

I'm glad I finally got this out of my system. I was supposed to finish the Korra X FMA oneshot but the arrival of my lovely new Hunter statue had changed that. So I read the entire Claymore manga in 2 days and decided to make this straight afterward. I'm really liking the plans for this one as well.

Also, please note that I have not finished Bloodborne yet because it is being a complete ass and killing me at every single turn. I've killed so many and died so much. I also feel really really bad for not being able to save the girl in the window when I found out I could do so.