Loveless:Act 1

By The Curse of the Damned

DISCLAIMER-I do not own Naruto nor do I own Final Fantasy VII and its strands. This is an idea I got after playing Crisis Core and reading Birth of the Final SOLDIER. So that's where you get this story. So on with the show!

Chapter One-Fatal Tragedy

The Valley of the End was what they called it. A great divide between two countries. It was a steep cliff side with a powerful river that split it in half, dropping off the face to form a glorious waterfall. On either side of the waterfall were two rock statues of formidable figures, both carved and smoothed out of the earth that made the steep cliff. One was the great Shodaime Hokage, a powerful man that had single handedly built the great village of Konohagakure no Sato.

The statue facing him was the great Uchiha Madara, the man that founded the Uchiha clan along with his brother. The same clan known for their eyes that could read a person's every movement.

Both of these men were powerful forces, soldiers of death, warriors to be reckoned with. The two had fought one another long amd hard, finally making this their grave.

Or that was how the story went.

This was the infamous Valley of the End, the final resting place of the great founders of Konoha.

And history was repeating itself.

On top of either statue was a teen radiating immense power.

On the gravestone of Madara was a teen surrounded by darkness. His skin was a dark gray. His eyes were red with three tomes spinning wildly around the pupil. The whites of the orbs were as black as the energy around him. His big hair reached down to the small of his back. His lips were purple. Two large hand-like wings spread from his back. His name was Uchiha Sasuke, the teen prodigy of Konoha. His skills were leaps and bounds above his peers.

His eyes were that of a demons, capable with the famed ability to copy people.

And on the statue of Senju Hashirama was a blonde cloaked in malicious red energy, shaped much like a fox with glowing crimson eyes of the same nature. His body was clothed in a tattered orange jumpsuit. His blonde spiky hair matted against his forehead in dried blood and cold sweat. The whisker marks that marred his cheeks were deep and his nails were like claws. This was Uzumaki Naruto, the pariah of Konohagakure and the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune.

His will was of iron and his strength was that of legends.

Sasuke smiled a wicked grin as he looked at the blonde, raising his arms. "Let's end this Naruto." His voice was sinister with a hint of mirth. "Just accept your fate and die by my hand. You're only a stepping stone to me."

His hands sped through seals, focusing chakra to his hand. Black lightning started to cackle as he started he crouched, gripping his forearm.

Naruto growled as held his hand out at his side, a swirling sphere of pure chakra formed in his palm. "I said I was gonna bring you back and I will. Even if I have to break all the bones in your body!"

Their stares were defiant, looking at each other with glares that spoke of icy death. Both knew what was going to happen.

Both knew it was inevitable.

In a flash the ground buckled and cracked under the force of their jump as they lunged at themselves at the other.

"Rasengan!"

"Chidori!"

They collided in the middle, their attacks lashing out in wisps of black lightning and chakra. Each one had to win this fight; their cause was just. Their eyes spoke words of hatred and of spite. This was the going to be the fight that defined the rest of their natural born lives.

Naruto's scarlet fox eyes stared deep into Sasuke's crimson sharingan eyes with rage. How could this bastard do this to them? How could he just walk away from his friends...his home? He had people that cared about him and yet the young Uchiha was willing to throw it all away. All for the slim chance to get stronger.

It didn't make any sense to the blonde.

Then his eyes softened a bit. He couldn't go through with this. There was just no way he could kill Sasuke. The bastard was the closest thing to family that Naruto had. No matter how much they bickered, how much they tried to best each other, they acted more like siblings. Who was he to stand in Sasuke's way?

So he did the only thing he could think of.

He let Sasuke kill him.

The sheer strength the Rasengan once held was gone. The swirling sphere of pure chakra disappeared just as it appeared. In its place was thin air. It was as if it had never existed, leaving only a phantom of its existence.

The result was almost instant. Sasuke's hand slammed into Naruto's chest, cutting through the flesh and bone with a sickening wet sound. The young prodigy's eyes widened as he heard his best friend gasp in pain. A sickening feeling rose in his gut at the bloody sight. It was a living horror story that he and the rest of Team Seven told during missions...only this time was real.

The black haired youth couldn't believe his eyes. The fruits of his labor had came at a hefty price. A price that he would never pay again. His mind kept running through the mantra that this will all be worth it in the end. He would finally have the power to finally kill the man that destroyed his entire clan in a single night.

He would finally be able to kill Itachi.

His hand subconsciously moved in the dying blonde's chest. He could feel the warm blood soak his arm...Naruto's life blood. He could feel jagged bone scrape at his wrist, mixing his blood into the Jinchuuriki's. Naruto's ragged breath rang through Sasuke's ears, haunting his mind, reminding the young prodigy that he caused the pariah his pain.

Was it really worth it?

Naruto's eyes flickered from crimson to azure as he stared into Sasuke's sharingan orbs. The blonde could see animosity and regret.

Was it possible that the young Uchiha was regretting what he was doing for power?

The blonde teen moved slightly, groaning in pain. Sasuke had missed the mark. He could feel the hand twitch with shock and fear inside his chest. He coughed, feeling blood move up his throat and leak out of his mouth, the same warm fluid dripping down his arms. Naruto looked into strange scarlet orbs with a pain filled smirk.

"You missed teme."

Sasuke's eyes widened in shock as he dropped the blonde into the river far below. This could not be happening. There was no way he could have missed. He didn't want Naruto to survive through this pain. He wanted the blonde to die quick and easy, not bleed out. His eyes caught the blonde as he splashed into the river, floating with his back facing the sky.

The realization that this was happening hit him like a ton of bricks. He could not take any of this back.

His hair receded back to normal, his skin becoming pale. His eyes were now onyx, and his wings have disappeared into his back.

With a quick jump he dove into the river below, creating another splash as he swam to his blonde teammate.

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Genesis was a tall man, his thin muscular body clothed in black SOLDIER garbs and a long red coat with dark leather shoulder pads. His ghostly blue eyes glowed with mako energy. His red hair swayed rapidly in the chopper.

At his side was a long crimson rapier; an elegant blade with a beautiful winged hilt, the guard wrapping around the hand.

His greenish blue eyes focused on the moving scenery, the terrain all alien to him. He was an outsider to this strange land.

Genso no Kuni, the nation that floated on the Life Stream. It was more of a fable to most people but to Shin-Ra and to those willing to explore, it was the land of Hell where only fools and the truly desperate go.

"Guess we fall under the truly desperate," he mumbled to himself, turning his gaze inside.

Inside the chopper were three others, two were males and a female.

One man, the man that sat in front of him, was a skinny man with thin black hair worn in a military fashion. His eyes were hard like steel, focused on his hands. His thin body was clothed in common street clothes, a simple pair of jeans, a gray shirt, and a leather jacket.

The other man was a pilot, dressed in Shin-Ra infantryman armor, his helmet having three red lenses, covering half of his face.

The woman in the co-pilot's seat had a strong air around her. Her face was half covered by her metal SOLDIER helmet, a contraption that was made of three components that leafed over each other allowing for it fold neatly. Her platinum hair escaped from her metallic helmet, reaching to the small of her back. The rest of her body was clothed in the usual baggy SOLDIER uniform, hiding her body from prying eyes.

"You sure this is gonna work?" she asked, her voice cold and smooth.

The man in the leather coat sighed, straightening up as he turned his gaze to the woman inside the cockpit. "It has to work, this is the only chance we get. I want no heroes on this mission, we get and get out, do I make myself clear?"

The occupants nodded, turning to their own devices for a few moments. The sound of the blades above chop the air rang through the hull loudly, the feeling of the metallic beast moving made everyone numb. The air was thick with anxiety as everyone waited for something to happen.

Then the radio crackled as a voice sparked to life on the speaker.

"Echo One this is Ghost Two. The target has been sighted."

The voice was filled with static, hushed, as not to alert anyone of his presence, with tone that only a military man could have.

The 'average' man nodded, moving towards the cockpit. His pale hands gripped the receiver. "Read you loud in clear Ghost Two. We're moving on to you're position. Stand by for extraction."

"Roger that Echo One, standing by."

The leather coated man nodded, putting the receiver back on the hook. "Alright, we're closing in on the target. Genesis, you will have ten minutes to retrieve the target. After your time is up we will come and extract you." His pale hand gripped a curved metallic device and gave it to the redheaded man. "You are to be a ghost got it? Leave all identifiers here."

The SOLDIER nodded as he attached the device to the back of his neck. With the flick of the wrist the device became the helmet, the same one that the woman wore. The next step was to take off his coat, folding it and setting the leather cloth to the side. The final step was to set his rapier to the side, stopping to admire the crimson blade's beauty.

As he set the sword to the side he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder. "Be careful SOLDIER."

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Kakashi ran through the forest at incredible speeds. His silver hair that usually defied gravity swayed in the air as he jumped from branch to branch. His visible black eye focused on the path ahead of him.

He was an imposing figure, with tall lean physic. His strength was known far and wide. He was known as Kopi-Ninja, the man of one-thousand jutsus.

Yet despite all his laid back qualities gained through war, he thought he could relate to Sasuke. After all both were prodigies, both lost everything in swift movements.

But he could not relate to the brooding teen. They chose two different paths.

As he jumped all he could hope for was that he was not to late.

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Sasuke gasped for air as he pulled Naruto to shore, a scarlet line marking his direction. His shinobi impulses acted first, checking the blonde's vitals as if they were simple comrades again. As he expected, the unorthodox shinobi's breathing was ragged and his pulse was slowly fading.

Then he made a mistake.

He looked at the wound.

It was a disgusting fist-sized hole, blood flowing freely from the massive puncture. The same thick scarlet fluid drenched them both. The flesh around the wound started to knit itself, using some strange red chakra, the same frightening chakra that thrashed the teen around earlier.

It was disturbing to watch. But the feeling he was getting was even sicker. He wanted the blonde dead, just to fade out of existence. That much was confirmed. But when his hand rose to end a life, he could not bring himself to do it.

He rose his hand one more time, knowing that a simple slap at the chest would end Naruto's life. It was that simple.

But it ended in the same result.

He simply could not go through with it. He was so close to get the tool to aid him in his conquest. Yet he could not go through with it. He wanted something more out of it, a sick satisfaction that could only be attained by destroying a foe that was an equal in a swift blow. Not a cheap bleed out.

"Its time to leave Sasuke," a cold sadistic voice rang out.

The teen's eyes narrowed as he swiftly pulled out a kunai, turning his attention to the man behind him. He knew that voice; he knew to be cautious.

Sasuke's defiant onyx eyes were met with the venomous dark brown eyes of Yakushi Kabuto, a white haired young man garbed in blues and grays. A spy-like man not to be trusted.

"I want you to heal Naruto."

Kabuto turned his attention to the bloody mess known as Naruto. The wound was abnormal. Most blades cause punctures with more precision, not like it was carved out by a cookie-cutter

He remembered what Orichimaru had said to him. Sasuke was to kill Naruto in cold blood to achieve a fable. It was infamous tale as old as the great villages themselves, the eyes that can control the demons of Hades and bring the very Kyuubi to its knees. They were the Mangekyou, the ultimate doujutsu.

Kabuto being told to heal him was a virtual smack against the plan. But he could not just tell Sasuke no. That could lead to complications, complications that could cause the young prodigy to walk away.

No, this had to be taken care of delicately.

"Go ahead Sasuke, I'll patch up Naruto here."

Sasuke glared at the young white haired man. This man was conniving, very good at getting under good graces. He had to be to get under the Sandaime's radar.

So why should the raven haired youth believe a single word of a man that built himself around lies and subterfuge? There was no reason the he could find, no subtle chance.

And yet the man was so convincing with strong words that strummed the cords just right.

"Give me one good reason to believe you."

Kabuto simply looked towards Konoha, moving to the dying blonde. "Do you really think they would send only a team of gennin with a newly instated chuunin without backup?"

That struck the young gennin. A nukenin was taken seriously, not many getting very far out of the village before they were either drug back to once they came or killed at the site. They took no chance when it came from dealing with these deserters.

That's what he was.

A deserter.

Konoha sent who he knew. People that knew him on a personal level. Each one of them had potential. But only one matched him. Who would they send next? What juggernaut would he have to face to achieve his goal?

"Alright, I'll go ahead."

Kabuto smirked slightly, turning to face the renowned prodigy. "Head north to the closest town, wait there. I'll catch up to you and lead the rest of the way." With a spin he walked the rest of the way to hearing Sasuke speed off towards the town.

A spiteful smirk dawned the man as he crouched towards the blonde teen. "Such potential you have. The power of a beast that could topple mountains and the will of iron. Yet you played the part of a pawn. Such a pity that Orichimaru had not planned anything further for you than death. You could have been such a tool to further our cause."

His hand gripped his curved kunai, taking the edge above Naruto's tanned neck. "But I am not the one who calls the shots here. So I will leave you with this, rest easy."

With a blast of bright red energy, Kabuto was sent skidding across the floor before his body splashed into the water.

Genesis walked forward, his hand glowing red from the residual mako energy. He could not believe the level of control that he was getting with his magic. Normally that attack would cause more of a bang but he managed to keep it down to a minimal as not to cause damage to Naruto.

A smirk passed his half covered face, watching the young white haired man pull himself out of the water before his eyes widened, realizing how the conniving man was pulling himself up. The would be killer was pulling himself out of the water as if there was an invisible platform.

Was it possible that all the soldiers in this strange world, this Genso no Kuni, was capable of pulling off this incredible feat?

Kabuto glared daggers at the new arrival, standing up as he bared his unique kunai in a reverse grip. This man had a certain uniqueness about him. There was no chakra radiating from his body, yet this man was able to launch an attack of pure energy.

The man was also strange looking. His face was obscured by a helmet that exposed half of his pale narrow face. His thin body was covered in black garbs, his torso covered by a thick turtle neck sweatshirt that exposed his arms. His baggy pants held up by a pair of thick suspenders. The belt that covered most of his midsection held an emblem of two strange fists side by side. On the strange man's back was a broadsword attached to the suspenders peculiarly without any aid.

"You're going to regret this," Kabuto seethed, his hand glowing blue.

Genesis laughed at the man, drawing his sword. It was standard for SOLDIERs to have one of them, all looking the same. They were durable against the weaker foes that were commonly seen throughout Gaia. But the redheaded man was not sure how it would hold up against these bred soldiers.

"Dreams of the marrow hath shattered the soul. Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh."

Kabuto cringed his teeth, his muscle tensing to run towards the man. But he never did. His ears quirked as the leaves ruffled and twigs snapped in the unnatural sense of a person walking. His dark eyes turned to the source, finding Kakashi walking towards the two, a kunai readied in his hands.

"Seems like we have another to add to the party."

Genesis turned his gaze to the new comer. He knew that this man would be trouble. The air around the silver haired man was strong, imposing, terrifying. He carried himself like a soldier, something that was rather common in this battle torn land.

"So another imposing force here to stop me from making a hero of this boy?"

Kakashi glared at the man, easing his kunai. "Naruto is already a hero."

Kabuto laughed slightly, walking forward. "Naruto is a nothing more than a weapon that is desecrated on. I am here to liberate him."

"You want to kill him," Genesis spoke out. "I saw you with your knife. That is hardly liberating."

"He needs to go home."

The strange man with no chakra turned his gaze towards the new comer, his facial features serious. "To a world that abhors him? His life would be better if he comes with me."

The silver haired man cringed, taking a stance. This man, this strange soldier in an unrecognizable outfit was about take Naruto away from his home, people that cared about the blonde. The blonde loved Konoha, he would never willingly give it up.

But what irked the man of one thousand jutsus more was that this swordsman was right. Most of the hidden leaf had ill feelings towards the young shinobi. Naruto was nothing more than a constant reminder of what they lost. He was a hero that only saw darkness of Konoha.

"He won't go with you."

Genesis laughed, taking a stance. "When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end."

In a flash of steel Genesis lunged at Kakashi, moving his blade in a vertical arc. In a clang silver steal of the redhead met with the blackened metal of the silver haired man's kunai. In several strokes the two clanged, trying to get a scratch on the other.

Then Kabuto ran to them, swiping his blue hand at the back of the strange man.

But both the men were aware. The white haired spy wasn't quiet in his dash towards them.

With a flip, the strangely dressed man flipped over Kabuto, leaving the silver haired jounin to deal with the trained medic.

With a few successful dodges and some quick snaps of his wrist Kakashi evaded the Chakra-no-Mesu and the custom kunai. He knew what that hand could cause. It was a medical technique that was designed to perform surgery without cutting the skin. It could also be used to immobilize targets. Not being able to move around a deadly shinobi like Kabuto was not an ideal situation.

In a swift movement Kakashi swatted a crippling strike from the Chakra-no-Mesu, swinging his kunai at Kabuto's neck. But the deadly medic-nin was ready, blocking with his custom kunai, locking the blades.

With a kick, Kabuto knocked the infamous Kopi-Ninja away, turning as he heard footsteps rushing towards him. He only had seconds as he shifted his weight to the side, dodging the sharpened edge of the shining steel broadsword. His hand lashed out in quick movements, aiming his oddly shaped kunai at the swordsmen's ribs.

Genesis shot his hand out, gripping the white haired man's wrist. With a kick, he let Kabuto go, watching the man stagger. Mako energy surged through his hand. The skin tingled as he could feel the power pulse through his veins.

It was invigorating.

Intoxicating.

The feeling of this raw power was addicting.

With a quick movement of the arm, he gripped Kabuto by the face. The mako energy that coursed through his hand released itself all at once in a pulse of explosive red power, sending the white haired man flying back, skidding against the floor a few times like a skipping stone.

Kakashi acted quick, jumping over the skipping Kabuto as he dashed towards the helmeted man. His black eye held fire as he prepared his kunai for a lethal strike.

He had to win this fight at any means necessary.

Naruto was to stay in Konoha.

With a few precise swipes on both parties several clangs rang out before the two struck at each other in blood. Crimson flew as one of them hit their mark, their blade savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with meat and some bone. Their eyes had locked, seeing each other through the metal barrier with a defiant gaze.

Kakashi's hand had gripped the broadsword, the edge cutting through the leather of his glove and meeting his flesh, lapping the fluid that flowed like wine from the deep crevice on his palm. All in an attempt to stop the blade from sinking any deeper. His breathing was ragged as he felt the warm fluid stain his skin, soaking his clothes.

Genesis growled as he slid his blade from the scarecrow's grasp, splattering blood across the dirt floor. With a sharp kick, he sent the the silver haired man to the floor. His ghostly blue eyes almost pierced past through the visor of his helmet as he glared at Kakashi. He raised his broadsword, pointing it at the man's chest.

"Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end."

His glad spun like a pendulum, the point facing the ground. With a powerful movement he slammed the sword down, seeming to pierce the downed man's chest, splaying blood in every which way.

But something was off. There was too much resistance for this to be a human body. It bled like one but something was off.

Then the 'body' popped, covering itself in a small plume of smoke. As the smoke cleared Genesis's glowing blue orbs widened under the helmet as he stared at what he had 'killed'.

A/N And cut, that is all that I am going to write for this chapter. This is kinda of a rewrite. I am trying to find ways to make it flow better and all that.

As to why I am reposting this? Well, it's simple, I just want to see if reposting if will get me more reviews and viewers on other chapters.

As I have stated before, I know what the pairing will be either Naruto/Cissnei or Naruto/Tifa or Naruto/Tifa/Cissnei. Both are kinda hard to do due to Cissnei being a blank slate and Tifa being Cloud's friend and stuff like that. So no matter what I do it will be hard.

He will NOT replace anybody in the Final Fantasy VII canon.

As to why Genesis is there, that'll be explained later.

And just as a head of time, I was playing Crisis Core so Bolt will be Thunder and stuff like that.

As for the rest of your questions, put them in a review and I'll answer. So don't forget to review.