Sup. An idea just hit me, and I wrote this. With God Eater getting an anime adaptation, I wanted to get a hand at trying to do another God Eater fic; this time another crossover with Naruto. Hope you enjoyed.

Disclaimer: I don't own God Eater or Naruto

Chapter 1: Bare Your Fangs

In an office, behind a glossy mahogany desk sat a man with considerable, long blond hair that cascaded down to his chin. He wore a white, tall-collared trenchcoat with two large pockets outside near the hips. On his neck was a black scarf fastened by a silver, metal tie, completely ornamental. This man leaned back on his chair, and crossed one of his legs over the other, and patted the black pant leg. He silently mused to himself. 'Only five casualties today…impressive. Now I do wonder what a New-Type could do to lessen the numbers? The missing link between blade and gun has been found, yet no one is capable to wield it.' He frowned upon that tiny fact. 'We need a New-Type to wield that God Arc. For Aegis. For the last of humanity.'

The phone rang, and the man answered it via speaker. "Director Shicksal." Called a young woman over the phone on his desk.

"Yes, Hibari?" Asked Shicksal. "What is it?"

"A new candidate has been found for the New-Type." Explained Hibari. Shicksal's eyes widened. Could this be it? Had the Far East finally found its first New-Type? Russia already beat everyone else in the New-Type race. France was second. Can the Far East Branch become third in this race to survive the end of the world? The Director studied the biography given on his computer in front of him. "He will be sent in for the initiation shortly." Hibari explained.

"Very well. Send him down." The Director ordered.

"At once, sir." And thus, the call ended.

Director Shicksal roamed over the biography of the candidate one final time, and stared at the young man's face. A freshly combed light brown hair parted just over the teen's right eye, and continued to go to the left side of his face. Few sets of stray strands form spikes on his head that follow the flow of his combed hair. His cobalt eyes showed much of his gentle, humane nature despite the picture taken was purely formal and without a smile. "Yuu Kannagi. Will you be a person that takes the drifting plank, or will you let someone else have it to save them?" His musings were interrupted instantly.

"Director." Called from the phone. A young man with a baritone voice was on the other side of the call. His greeting lacked enthusiasm despite the proper greeting to his superior.

"Soma…" The man answered. He did not flinch at the voice's disinterested tone. "How goes your mission?"

"There are no signs of the target here in the Sunken Grid." Answered Soma. "However…" The mere instance of the word sent the Director leaning forward in interest. "The second target you're looking for may have camped here recently. Corpses upon corpses of Gboros, Kongous, and Ogretails -all cut up- are littered around the Grid." Shicksal was about to ask a question when Soma interrupted. "The cuts are multiple with different angles to them along with missing cores to the fallen Aragami; a God Arc."

"So the target…this rogue…do you have an idea where he went?"

"None. His tracks are well covered. He knows he's being pursued." Soma replied. "My best guess would be the Wailing Plains or the Dead City."

"What about the City of Mercy?" The Director asked.

Soma grunted, then sighed. "The infestation of Vajra may suggest that even the target is wary of large numbers of large-type Aragami."

"Wary?" The Director repeated. "So he's not reckless. Impressive."

"Don't get your hopes up." Soma warned. "In my scouting, these Vajra didn't just go unscathed. They've scars that run along their torso as if it was a hit and run. The aftermath suggested these Vajra went into pursuit, then failed miserably because they returned with even more battle scars. If anything he's an amateur that doesn't know the meaning of a finishing blow against large-types."

"Or he's merely putting the Aragami in their rightful place." Shicksal surmised. "After all this rogue has gone and annihilated herds of Aragami, and for what? He's not killing to survive, neither is it for sport." The Director silenced himself momentarily. He checked his computer, and looked for something valuable. Putting up a map of the Far East Branch, Shicksal asked Soma a question. "Soma. Can you name the places where the target has camped regularly?"

"The Tranquil Temple, Sunken Grid, Wailing Plains, and Forgotten Carrier." The Director noted each location, and put up a grid. Tranquil Temple resided in the northeast; Sunken Grid in the opposite direction; Wailing Plains was in the west while Forgotten Carrier beached to the eastern shores. Such locations were almost cardinal due to the amount of missions taken in each one, but also because they surrounded the Far East Branch, the dead center of the map.

"According to the data of the Scouting Unit, these locations had a drastic decrease in Aragami infestations." Shicksal said. "That and the average population is at an all time low…"

"So you're saying this guy is being territorial?" Soma asked with serious doubt. "You have to be joking. What kind of monster does this guy have to be to ward off Aragami by his presence? We do just about as much killing as this guy, but we don't seem to be pushing the Aragami back. What does he have that we don't?" The Director stayed silent. Casually, he searched the side of his desk. Newspapers upon newspapers reported the rogue, who traveled eastward, and obliterated any Aragami in his path whilst carrying a prototype God Arc.

"Soma…this target is the kind of monster that has a brain, but shuts it off when fighting." Soma seemed disgruntled by that, yet chose to say nothing. "Despite that, he has a goal that gives him focus in his rampage; one I'm sure relates to his territorial behavior."

"And that is…?"

"To keep his motherland safe." The Director muttered. Soma didn't catch Shicksal's words, and tried to ask. "Soma. Return to base for standby. You may have a rookie to look after in a few days or so."

"W-" The call promptly ended.

The Director sighed. His eyes stared skyward. 'Minato…Kushina…your son is doing a great service to humankind.'

The phone rang again. Shicksal promptly answered. "Yes, Hibari?"

"The candidate is in the corridor outside the testing room." Hibari explained. "The Aptitude test will go on shortly. Would you like to come down to greet him?"

Yuu Kannagi wasn't surprised when a God Eater knocked on his door. He was of age, fit, and a possible God Eater. The last one was a must to live in the Far East Branch Arcology; however, the first two were a bonus in the eyes of the Fenrir forces. With the world in shambles, it's a wonder how some people managed to stay at peak performance. God Eaters tended to be better fed than the general population, but that didn't mean the guys up top slacked off when it came to weekly food distributions. People were relatively well fed, sure; however select few had the fitness and body to undergo the strenuous task of becoming a God Eater.

A quick goodbye to his little sister and father, and he was off…

To the obligatory waiting room at the lobby. One would think that a gargantuan building hosting a thousand God Eaters and hundreds of other staff would have some employees with openings in their schedule to handle poor folk stuck in the seemingly eternal damnation of the infernal waiting room. Yuu combed his hair back using his hands. He leaned back, and knocked the back of his head on the wall behind him. 'Ugh…the wait is such a killer. First was the screening, next was the physical, then what?' He looked at the clock over the counter, where a redheaded teenage girl stood clacking away at her keyboard. 'I've been here for at least an hour. I guess people are just really busy…'

"Yuu Kannagi?" Asked the girl at the counter. Yuu stood up and dusted the provided formal uniform in teal. It consisted of a teal collared jacket with stylishly stitched black patches from shoulder to sides that led down to pouches at the bottom. Three aesthetic black straps cradle his ribs laterally on both sides, and his long sleeves are cuffed to show the wrists. His left hand was covered in a black glove that exposed his fingers. Underneath the jacket, a white top with black accents contrast his teal jacket. His black pants are slightly baggy for movement, and the sides have strapped, white pouches for extra cargo. His footwear are a pair of boots with teal at the front to unify the color scheme. The tops of his boots restrained the ends of the pant legs without cutting off circulation. "We are ready for you to take the Aptitude test. Please follow the security guards in front of you to your testing room." Yuu stared at the two men who came into view. They wore gray battle fatigues, and carried with them assault rifles. Even in this world where Aragami ruled the land, there was still need for regular law enforcement with all the riots that occasionally happen. Wordlessly, Yuu followed the guards to the test room.

On the way, Yuu noticed the tense atmosphere around a group of God Eaters near a large gate. He and his escort of guards waited at the elevator, and so he listened to the topic at hand.

"Did you hear?" One said. "That rogue has gone and done another massacre." Yuu strained his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation. "This time, a herd of Kongous at the Tranquil Temple!"

"You're kidding! Solo? That had to have been a death wish! Kongou herds are terrifying enough even with a party!" Cried out another God Eater.

Another God Eater, a calm and collected one, spoke his mind. "From what the Unit that was supposed to have fought that herd, the Kongous didn't even look like Kongous. They were roadkill, body parts spread apart like confetti in an aftermath of a party." The others were alarmed at that.

"W-Who the hell is that guy?! Some kind of Berserker?!"

"I wouldn't doubt it that he has that type of control unit for his God Arc." The calm God Eater replied. The man crossed his arms while he continued talking. "That had to have been some brute strength to gut those Aragami like paper."

The elevator bell rang, and Yuu was ushered forth into the elevator once the doors opened. Metal gates closed first before the main elevator doors shut the boy and his escorts inside. Nerves shot up. Yuu shivered slightly. 'There was a runaway God Eater cleaving Aragami like nothing?! What kind of monsters are made here?!' The teen nearly shrieked from the conversation those gossiping God Eaters had.

"I wouldn't worry about that children's story they've cooked up, kid." Said one of the guards. You looked up, and stared at the one who made that remark. The guard's hair hung down and covered his eyes. He raised a hand in a small salute. "God Eaters fight with death in the backseat of their minds; they know it's there, but they ignore it." Yuu didn't understand what the guard meant by that. "With all the missions they've done, I think some loony God Eater hallucinated a berserker when it was actually them losing it in the middle of battle."

"Hey hey…" Started the other guard. "Don't scare the little guy." The teen stiffened imperceptibly. The other guard slapped Yuu's back. "This newbie's got potential. He's scared, but he's a professional at hiding his emotions. This institution needs some backbone in their forces." The doors opened. The guard led Yuu down the corridor, where a large, metal door blocked their path.

Once they arrived to the destination, the guards turned around. They placed a hand on Yuu's shoulders, and said a quick "Good luck" before leaving. The tone in which they said it unnerved Yuu slightly. It was as if they were sending him to his death! Weren't they just getting chummy with him?! Slowly, he turned to the door. Just what kind of test will it be? Yuu gulped. The giant doors open by sliding into its frame. Yuu hesitated to enter. From what he could see, Yuu saw that he would be in an arena. The arena looked to be battle-scarred. Cuts and dents paint the rusted and well-used walls. Moreover, in the middle of that arena, a strangely-made desk with a top to it that bore the insignia of Fenrir, a wolf with two curved fangs, beside its cheeks. From this distance, Yuu couldn't figure out what was on that desk.

He had one thing in mind however…

"Yuu Kannagi." Called out by a scientist via intercom in a room with wall-sized windows above the arena. "Please step forward." Reluctantly, the boy stepped forward. The doors behind him promptly closed once Yuu cleared the doorway. The sound of the shutting doors spooked Yuu. His arms flailed as he jumped forward from the sound. He quickly composed himself seeing as he was under the watchful eyes of Fenrir's scientists. The boy stared at the viewing box, and saw a man walk into the room. Due to the lights outlining the man's whole body in shadow Yuu could not make out physical features. Yuu decided to walk further if only to see what was on that desk, and who was that man. He stopped when he got his answers.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting so long." Said the voice of the Director of the Fenrir Far East Branch. Yuu put on a brave face to alleviate the rising tension of seeing the Director of the Branch's Aragami extermination force in front of him. "Now then…I welcome you to the Fenrir Far East Branch's God Eater Headquarters." The Director gave a pause. Yuu took the chance to bow, and greet.

"I'm honored to be recruited for the job, Director!" You shouted with forced enthusiasm.

"Hm…you can drop the act, boy." The man said. Yuu's fake happy demeanor shattered instantly by shock. "Anyways…I will now test your compatibility as a member of the Anti-Aragami Punitive Force, the God Eaters."

'Compatibility?' Yuu wondered. 'Why? Am I not already a candidate?'

The Director's hand pointed to the desk. "Please try to relax a little, boy. You'll…get better results that way."

Yuu grimaced at the hesitant tone and execution of the line. 'Gosh even he sounds like he's trying to psych me up for this, and failing miserably like those guards.' "Permission to speak, sir." Yuu requested whilst raising his hand.

"Go ahead."

"Frankly, the way you say that line doesn't help." Yuu said flatly. "It gives the opposite vibe that really unsettles me."

"I see. I'll keep that in mind for next time." The man said. "When you're ready, go stand in front of the case right there at the center, and place your hand in the indentation there."

Yuu took a deep breath. Was he ready? Could he just leave now if he wasn't? What would happen if he failed? Word goes around that recruitment almost works every time. Yuu knew better though. There was never a certainty. Self-proclaimed impenetrable Anti-Aragami wall had been dented several times. Who's to say that won't break anytime soon?

'That wall will break soon.' Yuu realized morbidly. While God Eaters are many, they are vastly outnumbered to the general population. Seven percent of the total population in the Branch are God Eaters. While there are Defense Units, the rest are out on missions to thin out the Aragami or to gather materials for that Aegis Project he'd been hearing about. 'If a number of them breach through the wall…what will happen to dad and Kasumi?' The realization sparked small fire that ignited in his soul.

"Good luck, big brother."

"Come home safely."

'I've got to protect them.' Yuu declared instantly. 'To fight the monsters at our doors, I too shall become a monster.' God Eaters were injected with Oracle Cells, cells the Aragami were made of. That he knew as far as God Eaters were concerned. Their God Arcs, the weapons they fought with, were basically domesticated Aragami, and would be partnered with the new God Eater. 'I get a cool armlet on my wrist to boot!' He may not like the job, but if he looked stylish before his death, he could proudly say he died stylishly.

As contrast, the rational part of his mind mellowed him. This job was deadly; that he and anyone else who could understand what a God Eater was knew from the get-go. Yuu unbuttoned the top button on his white shirt. He grabbed something from underneath, and pulled out a pendant. It was a pendant with a circular, metal frame with an expertly cut to form a red spiral on the metal. 'Nii-san…I'll fulfill your dream of being a God Eater for you.'

Someone patted Yuu's shoulder. A boy with blond hair."Yuuchi, I leave this to you. I have to leave soon. I can't be a God Eater here because my family and I have to go to another Branch."

"Wha?"

The boy grinned. He placed a fist on his chest."But I won't let that stop me, okay? I'm gonna be a God Eater overseas. I'm going to fight Aragami to help humanity! That pendant is a one-of-a-kind. So take care of it for me, okay?"

Yuu returned the pendant inside his shirt. The tiny fire in him blazed into a pillar of flame. He stepped forward to the case. He took a moment to gaze at his God Arc. It was a double-edged longsword, polished silver is its steel while the fuller, the groove on it, was gold and bore tattoo-like etchings. Down at the hilt, a pentagon-shaped chappe outlined in gold unite to create a gold cross with royal blue to fill the gap in between. Further down, a shield that looked to be cut in half was stationed at the God Arc's side like a skewed guard. The shield was golden, but bore several blue strands that glided over the gold to meet at the bottom of the shield. An extra piece was situated in front of the God Arc, and looked to be a stylish placeholder as it shared the same color scheme, yet seemed to lack a function to it.

Yuu inserted his hand into the indentation, then gripped on the handle of the God Arc. The boy suddenly had an epiphany. "Wait so the test is if I'm a ma-" The top of the case slammed down on Yuu's hand without warning. "Kh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGGHH!" His wrist seared in pain. Something was flowing into him, but due to the pain, he could not remember what it was. His veins expanded. A foreign substance invaded his body. It felt like daggers were piercing his arm, then shredded it from the inside. He struggled, pulled, flailed his torso. The pain was much too unbearable. He placed a foot on the case then pulled.

Once more.

Another.

Another!

He'd rip his arm off just to get rid of this pain!

The case opened, and with the force Yuu used to pull, he lost his balance, and fell backward whilst stabbing the God Arc into the ground.

"Congratulations. You are now part of the Far East Branch's God Eater, and the first New-Type that originated in this region." Yuu was mentally exhausted, and as such, unable to speak. His right hand shook despite it limping. He slowly received sensory feedback in the arm. His thoughts were catching up to him as well. "That fine weapon you have there is your God Arc." The Director told Yuu. "The blade's name is Sauveteur. The shield is Sacré Mur. And finally, the extra part that makes New-Types like you special…the additional gun…is Tranquille Punition."

"A…gun?"

"It's what a New-Type entails. You get blade and gun." The Director explains.

"Any reason why my equipment is french in name?" Yuu asked weakly.

"Ask my RnD that particular question." The man replied. "They are responsible for names."

"They're creative at least." Yuu admitted. The boy used his weapon as a cane to stand up properly.

"In any case" Shicksal started. "Now that we know you're a match, you'll be going for a medical checkup next. Head to the lobby once more, and wait for orders." Yuu followed the order, and turned around. However he stopped when the man had more to say. "Since you've been 'branded' you may feel some repercussions. Don't hesitate to let anyone know if you're feeling…unwell."

"Okay. I'll call someone over when I see that I'm having cravings for tables, chairs, walls, ammunition, etc…" Yuu answered with evident sass. He didn't like people who gave no warnings to imminent pain. In Yuu's book, the Director was immediately blacklisted into people he won't fully trust. He knows it's petty, but hey humans reach that point sometime in their own lifetime.

"I never pegged you for a snark, boy." The man spoke.

"Only when annoyed." Yuu replied before leaving the room.

Sky blue eyes opened. Something disturbed his sleep. Thunderous thumps -footsteps- shook his dwelling place in an abandoned building. The stranger focused. Four beings with four distinct footsteps apart from each other. Their pace was slow, cautious, yet undeniably curious. The stranger heard concrete crumble several times.

Oh. Hungry too.

'Tch. Pourqoui? Pourqoui mon dieu? Je suis au milieu de dormir…" He groaned in french. "C'est la merde." He gritted his teeth. He turned behind him, and stared at an upright case. He pounded on it, and the case opened to reveal a God Arc. He grabbed it by the handle, and stormed to one of the many openings of the nearly destroyed building. He went of one knee, and surveyed the area.

Feline-like Aragami scoured the city streets. Six cape-like appendages obscure their spines. Like giant, caped Sabertooth Tigers, the feral beasts chomped on concrete for dinner. "Vajra…" The group scattered, and allowed the stranger to see their battle scars. The blue-eyed God Eater narrowed his eyes. "Persistant…" He growled out. He stabbed his God Arc on the floor, and checked his available equipment.

His black baggy pants, torn by overuse in many battles, were strapped at the ends, knees, and thighs. The former kept the pant legs from rising too much; the middle allowed for kneepads for cushion; the thigh straps were for carrying extra consumables: mainly Restore Pills and Stun Grenades. On his belt was an orange cape of sorts that hung down to his calves. His top was a form-fitting black shirt, torn by claws and teeth. Underneath, the God Eater's skin was already brutally scarred by his multiple battles. Over his shirt was an orange, hooded crop jacket with white tassels where hood and jacket met. Currently, his hood was down, so his face could be seen by the sunset's light. Stark golden hair spiked outwards like a lion's mane, barely manageable due to what looked to be years of lacking human contact. And a barber. His hairline was hidden by a pair of goggles that framed his forehead. On his cheeks, three whisker-like marks situate themselves at both sides of his cheeks.

The God Eater turned to his God Arc. It was a unique little thing. He grabbed the handle, and pulled it out of its spot. He pulled again in order to split the God Arc at the handle. One piece was now in his left hand, while the other in his right. On his left, a Yin blade in the shape of a Chinese Dao sword with red hexagonal marks gleamed in the light. On his right, a Yang blade of the same frame followed its twin, and showed off its pristine, unscratched surface. At their sides, two curved shields gave the God Arcs width while their guns were compact.

The God Eater grinned from ear to ear. "Kanshou. Bakuya. C'est l'heure manger."

That's it for now. Yes I have taken the liberty to have my bias for Fate/Stay Night to invade this fic. Though this does not mean that Naruto is the same Naruto from my Eiyu no Kage series. This is merely an experiment I'm willing to do for a few more chapters, provided if my motivation is still there.

For the french (sorry...I'm rusty) it's roughly translated as:

"Why? Why my God? I was in the middle of sleeping."

"This is crap."

"Vajra...persistent."

"Kanshou. Bakuya. It's time to eat."

Also I have a teaser for another potential upcoming fic.

Night 1: Madness

Let silver and steel be the essence!

Hm? A summoning? Why? A Servant of the future is a rare occurrence. Who is this potential Master?

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be…the foundation.

Let…red be the color I pay tribute to.

Raise a wall against the wind that shall fall.

Let the four cardinal ga-agh! Gates close.

Pain? During a summoning? Interesting…your voice speaks of anguish, yet you trudge forward through the pain. I'll listen…let me hear your resolve!

From the Crown, come forth and follow the forked road to the Kingdom.

Let it be filled. Again… Again… Again. Again!

Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, then simply destroy with every fill.

That's it. Your voice speaks clearly a little more now. Loyal. But it's more than that… Your soul is screaming. You've sold it to the proverbial devil. For what?

Let…my will create thy body and thy sword create my fate!

If thou dost accede to this will and reason, answer me!

Is it so easy to gamble your life? What would you gain from this, Master? What would victory do that would equal if not be of greater value than your soul?

I hereby swear,

I…will be all that is -guh-good in the eternal world,

I…will be the disposer of evil in the eternal world.

To regain a girl's lost smile? To purify the taint off her body? You'd endure pain to save another? For that, I commend you. Your mana is weak; however, supplied by another -parasites… Filth I'm quite familiar with.

But! Let…c-gahack! Chaos cloud thine eyes

Thou, who art trapped in a cage of madness!

And I, who doth hold thy chains!

…I see. You're cornered. Desperate to save this innocent soul. Very well. I…will answer to your summons.

Thou clad with the Great Trinity,

Come forth from the circle of restraint,

Guardian of the Heavenly scales!

But I won't submit to madness.

So yeah… you readers are smart. You'll know what the teaser is teasing about. Anyways, review, follow, favorite. I don't care.

This is Azure signing off.