Alright, so I figure there are a few questions about what the hell I am doing making a new story that is a crossover of Naruto and Mass Effect. Like, what the hell right? How can those two possibly interact?

Well, then again you're also probably wondering why I am not continuing The Twilit Blade. Well, I guess what that amounts to is that I just don't have the patience to go through Twilight Princess, or even remake The Twilit Blade all over again. Maybe some day I will, but it definitely isn't today. Feel free to take what I have already made and expand on the concept, just make sure to give me credit where its due. Also, don't just copy the words. That's not cool, and its honestly quite boring to read. Just don't.

Anyway, back to the previous question. The thing is, is that I saw a certain character from Naruto, Konan, as one of the best kunoichi that has ever existed in the series. I mean c'mon: using paper as a weapon? That is plain badass. She also gave Obito a run for his money when he came looking for the Rinnegan. If I had to guess, she kept Obito busy for at least 15-20 minutes, especially when you consider that she had a line of detonations going off for 10 minutes. That deserves some recognition, because that's a painfully long battle by shinobi standards.

But why Mass Effect? What in the hell inspired me to mix the deadliness of Konan, the Messenger of God, with the living hell of the Reaper War, and the events leading up to it? Well, put simply, I think that Shepard's harem isn't big enough yet...

I'm joking of course, Konan is painfully independent and quite frankly she likely wouldn't want to partake in Shepard's long list of one night stands with aliens and humanity's scariest soldiers (Oh, and the yeomen/communication specialist girls that come in bisexual and straight up lesbian. Represent). No, if I had to be fair to myself about the reason, it was that there were 2 distinct dilemma in my head: 1.) Konan didn't deserve to die that way. That was disgusting to me. 2.) Mass Effect 3's ending sucked balls. I know we've been bitching about it for at least a year or two, but it is a constant nagging feeling that can never be washed away. I know it, you know it, that's why were here right now. To try in a vain attempt to make it all better by accepting fanon over canon.

Well, so long as we are on the topic of shipping people from other franchises, you're probably thinking "Who's Shepard going to get with?" or "Will Konan have a Love interest?" Let me answer the later first. No, Konan will not have a love interest. If you couldn't guess from the filler episodes with the orphan trio of Amegakure (the commonly accepted name of the team of Konan, Nagato, and Yahiko), Nagato was sorta interested in Konan romantically, but because Yahiko got to her first, and then died as a result of Hanzo... Neither wanted to even think about romance. Pain engulfed their lives at that point, and Nagato wanted to bring peace to the world more so than ever before in his own twisted way. I'd imagine that Konan felt the same way, and in her own way was showing love for Nagato by always being by his side to support him in this endeavor. Does this mean it was actually romantic involvement? No. Neither had the time for it, they had an organization to run. Rowdy Missing-Nin to keep in their place. Besides, it would have been improper of a god to take advantage of his angels wouldn't it?

Now to answer the former. I don't quite know yet, whatever tickles my fancy in the moment when decisions need to be made. Maybe he won't even bother, maybe he is going to be a she. Remind me: Why does most of FemShep's romances in ME2 turn to shit by ME3? I don't get it. I mean, if MaleShep decided to, He could easily rekindle his romances with Jack or Tali, with Miranda being the only hesitant one in the case. Liara doesn't count as she is a universal romance option.

Oh wait, I'm not supposed to be the one asking the questions. You guys are. Sorry about that.

Anyway, some of you (very few actually), are probably going to be wondering how this is going to go down. Who's going where, how is it getting done, or is it all in one universe? I can't answer that here, you need to find out. Sorry, but teasing and torturing you guys is a necessity in this regard. However, don't mistake that as not having an answer yet. I have a plan you know.

That said, Welcome to the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it, because it would suck something awful if I was writing a fanfiction no one liked.

An Unknown Location (Eden Prime)
12:30 p.m Earth Standard
January 13th, 2183

Konan was limping through a forest, bleeding from her right side. Considering the shape and depth of the wound, it was likely that she got hit by a flying kunai... but where it came from, and why she was even here in the first place was beyond her. That meant she was suffering from amnesia, and she knew it. There was no way that it couldn't be. Her overall condition wasn't so great either, as her lip was bleeding as well as several black and bluish bruises across her body and scrapes on her arms and legs, although she didn't have the time to examine the injuries. She just knew they were there from how her body was protesting at the idea of movement. She may not have remembered how she got there, but the evidence suggested she had just been in a fight for her life, and almost lost.

'It doesn't matter right now. I need to get to Amegakure as soon as I can... but in my current condition, I won't make it if I don't find a safe place to rest soon...' she reminded herself. It would be preferable if she found some civilians cottage out here in the middle of nowhere, but from the looks of things... the chances of that were slim to none. She'd probably have to settle for a shady spot underneath the roots of the massive trees if she wanted any hope of getting the wound patched up. Luckily, her paper would allow her to stop the bleeding long enough for her to dress the wound and sew it up. An unpleasant way of doing it, but Jiraya didn't settle for their education being solely based on fighting. Basic first aid was a part of their training to, because being able to fight to save themselves meant nothing if they couldn't patch themselves up after a battle.

Just as she was about to stop to do so, however, she heard the sounds of leaves rustling... and the laughter of children unaware of what was in the woods. Not only that, but it sounded like it was getting closer to her, coming from her left side. She had to stop to make sure she wasn't developing a fever from an infection, and even then she wasn't sure that those were real sounds. For all she knew, she was already neck deep in an infection, and that her enemy was about to finish her off. It certainly wasn't a genjutsu, because she had tried thricefold to dispel the forest and failed each time. If it was a genjutsu, it was a very very good one, because it had encompassed at least 4 out of her 5 senses (there was a faint smell of damp in the air, almost as if the forest had just experienced rain not to long ago). She didn't bother tasting a leaf or something, as that would have been weird. Couple that with the fact that she was a competent sensor type ninja, and she really had no reason to believe that this was indeed a genjutsu. Even Itachi would have had a very difficult time creating a genjutsu this good using tsukuyomi, and that was saying something.

putting such things out of her mind, she turned to the left and walked in the direction of the sounds, albeit cautiously. She didn't know if she was walking into a trap or not, as it wasn't unheard of for ninja to use their own children as bait. Heaven knows Konan used other people's children for the same purposes on missions, although in most cases they were unwitting distractions to her targets.

Sure enough, a small group of 5 kids, probably no older than 7 years old, came into view within moments. They seemed to have been of varying nationalities, because although most of them looked to be from places like the Hidden Leaf or the Hidden Stone Village, there was one kid that looked like she must have been from the Hidden Cloud Village, sharing the same dark skin most of the Kumo-nin had. Her cloak must have been an unusual sight to them, because they immediately spotted her, and the feeling was mutual. It was practically unheard of in the ninja world to see children from so far varied heritages gathered in one place... and not participating in the rivalry of their respective nations.

However, she didn't have the energy to be stunned by this sight, as she had already lost a great deal of blood trying to get to safety. Thankfully, it didn't take long for someone to take notice of her bleeding side.

"Uh, miss? Are you okay?" a red-haired boy asked, to which Konan didn't respond. How could she? She didn't understand a word he said, because he was speaking an entirely different language than she did.

'What did he just say? I couldn't... I couldn't understand any of it.' she observed, deciding to take a crack at communicating herself. Maybe one of the kids in their group would understand what she was going to say? It was worth a shot.

"Do you children live somewhere nearby? Please, I need a place to rest, maybe even get this stab wound looked at." She asked in her native language of Japanese, which earned her alot of confused looks on the faces of the children. Having grown up in an English speaking colony, in a day and age where auto translators where widespread and learning another human language was unnecessary, they didn't have a clue what she could have possibly have said, or even what language she had just spoke in.

Before the red head could speak again, however, Konan collapsed from exhaustion. She had lost alot of blood, and had her good fortune not put her at the edge of the woods, near the trail that lead directly to the Eden Prime Spaceport, she likely would have perished in this strange land. As it was, the kids immediately ran to their school teacher, who was in charge of the fieldtrip to the woods, and told her what they saw.

Arcturus Station, Themis
Arcturus Stream
4:45 P.M Earth Standard
January 17th, 2183
Approximately 3 days before Shepard's Mission

"Hm..." Udina grumbled to himself, flipping through the papers for the hundredth time that night. He was currently in a meeting with Admiral Hackett and Captain Anderson to decide who they should select to nominate for Spectre evaluations. There were literally thousands of potential candidates for the Spectres. They were all exceptional soldiers in their own right, and even a significant number of the people listed had received at least an N4 commendation. Throughout the course of the meeting, they had eliminated more than half of the listed names, deciding that they only wanted the best to represent Humanity in the Spectres. That meant that he was currently looking at only those who had received the N7 commendation. Problem was, was that that left at least three dozen people left on the list, and they could all arguably be the best soldiers Humanity had to offer. There could only be one too, and they needed to decide now before something happened to the beacon they unearthed.

"What about Shepard?" Udina asked, hoping this endless meeting would finally be over by putting forth his name.

"Commander Elizabeth Shepard, born on the SSV Gibraltar and grew up living on starships with her mother, her father having died during the First Contact War when she was just three years old." Anderson responded, giving them some form of a background on her. To be honest, he was glad that Udina mentioned her, as Shepard was one of the most impressive soldiers he had seen in a long time.

"She was also involved in the events on Akuze... Saw her whole unit get wiped out by Thresher Maws. Somehow, in a manner she has so far declined to mention to therapists and even her superiors, she managed to survive. I don't know what she saw there, or what she had to do to survive, but it clearly wasn't pretty. She has to be suffering some serious emotional trauma." Hackett added.

"Every Soldier has scars, Shepard's a survivor. She knows what its like to be to hell and back, and you know that's something the Spectre's need in agents." Anderson conceded, but nonetheless didn't back down. In his opinion, she was the only person who really could get the job done, and put Humanity one step closer to a seat on the council. Fortunately for him, Hackett was inclined to agree to begin with.

"Is that really someone we want to protect the galaxy captain?" Udina asked in a rather weak challenge. He didn't necessarily believe in Commander Shepard, but what else was new?

"Udina." Anderson began, looking straight into the ambassador's eyes. He wanted to get his message across without any miscommunication, as politicians were infamous for in almost every government. "That is the only kind of person that can protect the galaxy. We've all known that since ancient times, just on a much smaller scale than galactic proportions. If you want to try and put a greenhorn straight out of the academy into the Spectres, be my guest. But you better be ready to hear the answer 'no' alot."

There was silence for what seemed to be a very long time, when in reality it was only a minute or two. Finally, Udina sighed in defeat, saying, "Alright Anderson, you win. I'll make the call. Let's hope Shepard is as good as you say she is."

With that, the meeting was adjurned, having over 3 hours clocked into the meeting. To be honest, Udina was glad Shepard was chosen, if only for the reason that he could finally get out of that room that held one of his least favorite people in the whole world. Sure, it meant using some of the 'favors' he had gained over the years getting close to some of the men and women running the Systems Alliance and the Citadel to put Shepard in the spotlight, but any price paid to keep Anderson at a safe distance away from him was money well spent. The trick was to keep him within reach so that when he needed Anderson's resources, he wasn't impossible to reach.

New Washington Hospital, Eden Prime
8:00 A.M Earth Standard
January 14th, 2183

"Hello Dr. Grayson, How's our newest patient doing today?" a Dr. Yoshida asked his colleague, referring to Konan. Her somewhat odd apparel had earned the attention of several of the other employees and even patients in the emergency room, and being the doctor that operated on her, he had yet to hear anything about her condition improving. He did manage to get her stable enough to be transferred to a more relaxed section of the hospital, but even so... he was curious.

As one could probably guess from his last name, he was of Japanese decent. As his parents were more traditional than most, he also went through the long and painful process of learning the language of his homeland, as well as English and a handful of other languages. It was something he didn't often mention, the only time being when he applied for the position of emergency surgeon here. He had it drilled into his head that learning a second and even a third language would significantly increase his chances of getting hired, and his parents weren't proven wrong. Even so, with the advent of auto-translators, it was more of a hassle to learn many languages in the civilian sector.

"You might just want to go check yourself. I've heard from people there that they had to chain her to the bed because she tried to make a run for it when she woke up. On the upside, she seems to be recovering quickly." Grayson answered, subtly implying by the tone of his voice that it wasn't necessarily an option for him. He knew a little about Yoshida being multilingual, and he honestly hoped that he could calm her down. Last he saw of the patient, she looked vaguely like a cornered animal, the only difference being that she looked alot more experienced in that department than most.

"Yea, in that case I might. See you on lunch break Brian." He replied to Dr. Grayon, rushing quickly to the room number that he pointed out on the clipboard. If there was something they didn't need, it was a patient who felt like a trapped animal.

Konan's Hospital Room

'This room is too white, to sterile... and the worst part of it is, I can't even leave.' Konan fumed silently, laying down in the bed in the pajama-esque clothes she had woken up in. She knew she was in a hospital, but no one could speak her language, and was now detained because she went wandering off into the hallway. It was irritating, especially considering that the only things she wanted were her Akatsuki Cloak and her origami flower back. If not to wear, then to at least have nearby so that she knew they weren't stolen. The flower was replaceable, that much wasn't being questioned. All she needed to do was gather her chakra and form some paper from her surroundings, then fold it into the shape of a flower. The robe, however, wasn't so easily replaced... especially considering she wasn't an amazing seamstress. She could patch up holes, or even tears, but she couldn't make a whole new robe from scratch. Plus, that particular robe had sentimental value, a reminder of when Nagato and Yahiko were still alive.

A few moments later, a doctor in a set of light blue clothing walked in, a warm smile on his face as he checked the clipboard on the desk nearby. Clearly, this man was here to check up on her, and to be honest she was getting used to the idea that no one here would be able to understand her. She didn't like it, but she was getting used to it.

"So, how're you doing today?" he asked in what seemed to be his native language, with Konan only blinking unamused in response as she couldn't understand him. She then said in turn, in her own native language, "Why do I even bother talking to you people? You wouldn't understand what I have to say anyway."

Yoshida blinked a few times, recognizing the language that she just spoke as Japanese. He then smiled again as he responded, surprising her with, "I don't know, maybe because you're hoping someone will?"

"Finally, someone who can actually speak something sensible." she sighed in relief, adding, "Could you please release me from the chains please? Before I have to break them off?"

Yoshida chuckled at the thought, then asked, "Are you going to run off if I do?"

"Not if I get my clothes and flower back I wont"

Yoshida thought about it for a moment, then agreed, "I don't see the harm. You're lucky that your costume had an easy way to get you out of it, otherwise I'd have had to cut you out of it. You do know that the right side is pretty much soaked in blood though right? You did loose quite a bit..."

"I've been through worse doctor, believe me. A little blood on my clothes won't stop me from getting it clean and patched up again."

"If you say so." He stated in surrender, calling someone on a strange, glowing orange device on his arm. She had never seen anything like it, and quite frankly it intrigued her. She had never seen a jutsu like that, if it even was a jutsu. Not only that, but her attention to the device didn't go unnoticed, as Yoshida spotted her staring at it immediately. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she had never seen an omnitool before, which was... well, quite frankly it was weird. Everyone in the galaxy knew what an omnitool was, had seen at least one.

"Your stuff is on its way here." he told Konan, curious about her attention towards his omnitool. Fortunately for him, he didn't need to wait long to get on that subject.

"What kind of jutsu did you just use to talk with the man on the other end of the conversation you just had?" she asked, wondering if it was actually a ninja tool or if it actually was a jutsu like she suspected. The question caught the doctor offguard, as he was not at all expecting the word 'Jutsu,' which meant 'art' to be used in that way.

"Jutsu?" he asked, expressing his confusion, which likewise confused Konan due to his own confusion.

"Is it a ninja tool then?" she then asked, getting even more confused when he just gave her a confused look.

"No, in fact I'm not sure what you mean by that... its just a tool, nothing else. What do you mean by 'Ninja tool'?"

And thus ends the first chapter. If you've got questions that need answering, don't be afraid to PM me. Seriously, I got nothing better to do most days. That said, I wouldn't expect immediate answers. I do have college to attend to after all, and I'm job hunting to boot.

Please leave a review so I know what I am doing right and what I am doing wrong. I figure I haven't been in the actual writing business for a while and I need to learn my place every so often, and its not easy being your own critic. I'll likely miss something someone else will notice long before I do, and by the time I do notice it'll be at least a month or so after I've already written this.