1. Advent

I don't own Naruto or Young Justice. This story was constructed for pure entertainment and nothing more

A young woman stood in front of her bathroom mirror. There was a hollow pair of eyes that reflected back at her. They were most certainly empty that much she had figured out. A pair of emerald orbs that was hastily depleted of its natural glow. It disgusted her to see them this way.

But, she stared on nonetheless. She couldn't look away.

She moved on from her disgusting eyes to her sickly brown hair. They were unnaturally crispy and the locks sprung off to the side. She had to admit that her hygiene wasn't up to normal human standards lately. It wasn't entirely her fault, she reminded herself. Juggling between her jobs as a mother and caring for her husband took more effort than she had ever imagined.

That's right, it's not entirely my fault.

Her gaze drifted south. It perched on a tiny razor blade that seemed to shine brighter than the light bulbs. Her emerald eyes studied the jagged teeth of the blade. The serrated edge was welcoming her. The sharp teeth were speaking to her, giving her a linear solution.

That's right, it was here. Just a little prick and the pain will go away.

Three audible bangs on the white bathroom door behind her pulled her from such thoughts.

"Chelsey," A voice said from the other side of the door. "Open the damn door. I need to use the bathroom."

"In a minute," she replied. "I'm almost finished."

"You've been in there for almost half an hour!"

"It won't take too long."

A distinct snort reached her ears, "that's what you said ten minutes ago. Now, open up!"

Her heartbeat rose a little. She had been eying the razor blade for more than a minute now.

"Hold on," she tried to remain calm.

"I'm done waiting! Either you unlock the door NOW or I force it open!"

The brunette drew her head forward. Her shaking right hand picked up the inviting blade and positioned it above her left wrist. She could feel the pulse of her heartbeat reverberate all over her body. A tingling chill traveled down her spine. A set of hitching breath escaped her parched lips irregularly.

It was now or never.

A firm foot smashed the entrance wide open. Chelsey was forcefully thrown out of the bathroom. Her back collided against the surface of her mahogany drawer. The brunette didn't know her husband was capable of summoning this much strength.

In the middle of her millisecond flight, she dropped the razor blade from her right hand. A thick, calloused hand snatched the blade off the bedroom carpet.

A frown emerged on his face, "What the hell is this?"

Chelsey looked up to see a chubby, bald man with patches of black and gray hair. His round face was littered with dark and gray facial hair. His thick lips sounded his displeasure. She wasn't able to hold a calm composure under his amber eyes.

"Wait," Chelsey squeaked. "You don't understand."

"What do you mean 'I don't understand'," the bald man asked as he closed the distance between him and his wife.

"Leonard please. You're misunderstanding," she exclaimed.

"Then, enlighten me."

She croaked a wide smile, "I was just shaving my legs."

A large palm smacked against her right cheek. Chelsey winced at the stinging sensation that emitted from her face. The brunette took a moment to retrieve her courage to face her husband. His frown never left his face.

"Do you think I'm an idiot Chelsey?"

She wanted to say yes.

"Dr. Einstrom instructed you to avoid these kinds of things," Leonard examined the object in his hand.

"I know, but-"

"Then, what are you doing with this?"

"I swear," she managed hold back a few tears. "I'm just shaving…"

Her husband stared at her legs. With a chuckle, Leonard shook his head, "You're a terrible liar."

He dropped the razor blade onto her salmon colored tee shirt as he straightened his knees up. "Whatever. Do what you want to do."

He entered the bathroom and unbuttoned his jeans, "I'm done trying to save our marriage."

She remained silent as her husband tended to his needs. Words couldn't climb out of her throat. Chelsey continued to sit on the carpet with her aching back. Her emerald eyes managed to find the blade enticing once again.

Just a little prick and the pain will go away.

No, you can do better.

Chelsey elevated herself. Where had that come from?

This was it. She had reached her limit. There was nothing better beyond what she saw. The brunette accepted that this was all she was ever going to reach.

Advancing further was just outlandish.

A complete illusion.

You are wrong.

Chelsey heard a string of deep chuckle as her husband exited their bathroom after washing his hands. He stopped in front of her, "I guess I'll have to explain to Jack why his mother is so worthless."

Chelsey had tried to be more than what life had determined for her. When she was young, she grew up in a tiny trailer. Her mother always confined her through years of verbal and physical lessons. The brunette was raised, learning that you could never be what you dreamed to be.

Then she met her husband and saw new life that was possible for her.

Eventually, she did leave that tiny trailer of a trash she once called home. But only to replace it with a tiny apartment of a trash she now calls home.

Chelsey strived to change herself, to finally call herself worthy of her life.

A warm hand cupped her left cheek, "you make me sick."

Tears fell from her eyes.

How can she change?

Start with him.

Leonard gasped for air. "What," he looked down to see his wife's right hand pierced his stomach. When he shifted his confused eyes upwards, he connected with a pair of depleted eyes.

A pair of depleted, lavender orbs and, for some reason, he was able to see branches of nerves at the edges of her eyes.

X-X

Dark clouds spiraled high above the Sahara Desert. A rampant cyclone manifested in a matter of minutes. Lightning surged from the vicious talons of the clouds. A pillar of light erupted at the core and a figure descended to the sea of sands.

The pillar of light continued to shine only for a few more minutes. Once it vanished, an unclothed boy with blond, spiky hair and black markings on his right arm fell to the ground. His whiskered cheeks caressed against the blazing sand.

X-X

Her wonderful husband's body fell to the ground with a delightful thud.

Her heartbeat rose as she leveled herself with Leonard's body.

Chelsey had done it. She finally accomplished what she dreamed to do all those years ago. Doctor Einstrom, her psychiatrist, was completely wrong. She didn't need to personally change anything. The problem was her husband all along.

Silly her!

The brunette studied her bloody fingers. They were warm. The crimson liquid that coated her fingers felt pleasant.

She could have stayed to enjoy her fingers more, but something pulled her up.

Chelsey felt a sweltering energy that originated eastward. She knew that it traveled far. But, the brunette needed to go over there. Something inside her was attracted towards the pulsating energy.

Go.

How? She couldn't travel right now. Jack would be alone and she didn't have the money to spend for the necessary expenses now that the only working member of the family lay on top of his blood.

It's okay. I'll show you.

Deciding to follow the voice in her head, the brunette opened the nearest window and climbed onto the fire escape that was attached to the side of her apartment. Leonard's wife mounted the sturdy metal railings. Butterflies danced around her stomach as she glanced what awaited for her below. Then, she tipped forward and permitted gravity to do its job. The brunette was so sure death finally caught her.

But, that wasn't the case.

Chelsey grinned as she soared through the sky.

Hey! Welcome to my Naruto/Young Justice crossover.

I actually had this idea for a while now. It began on my second semester for Gothic Literature. It was one of those days where I was ceaselessly bored to death by my professor. But, I guess its thanks to that boredom that I was able to formulate this story.

I'm actually able to spend more time writing now as my sophomore year is about to close. So, expect an update from me two weeks from now; on a Monday.

I hope you don't mind my OC. She will be take a vital role in this story; so be warned.

No pairings as of now. I haven't decided that yet.

But, I do hope you like the first chapter! And please review or PM me! I take everything you say into consideration and will answer your questions to the best of my ability.