Hey. Yeah yeah, I know... another story. But I really just can't help the fact that I have so many story ideas just popping up in my head so i just had to write this one out before it drove me completely bonkers. So yeah... here it is, my first Naruto and RWBY crossover.
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He stared at the ceiling, wide and blank, before his eyes drifted down to the desk he sat behind, its pristine surface reflecting his annoyed visage. He was alone in the room, the officers having had fled as soon as they handcuffed him to the table. He leaned back on the steel chair, tilting it backwards in some effort to find comfort. About fifteen minutes had elapsed since his impromptu arrest, and he was getting bored just sitting here in the empty room. The sound of approaching footsteps caused him to look forward. Soon enough, the door was opened and one person entered. The teen smiled at the familiar face.
"Hey, look what the cat dragged in. If it ain't my ol' buddy Dave," said the boy at the desk. The newcomer, now identified as Dave, scowled at the greeting. Pulling just short of the furniture, he tossed a file atop it. 'Dave' was a portly man who stood just short of 5'6". Dressed in a white dress shirt with a black tie, dark suspenders with black slacks, the man looked like a off-duty detective. His hair had grayed at the sides and stress lines were settling just beneath his eyes. He had sharp brown eyes that were hardened like steel set in a small glare. The man walked with a slight limp, favoring his right leg.
"You know it's a bad sign when I see your face in the precinct more than my own men," he growled lowly. He had yet to take a seat across form the man, choosing to stand instead.
In response, the male in cuffs could only shrug nonchalantly. "You wouldn't have to see my face so often if your men would only get off my back for more than a week ya' know," he answered back before he smiled smugly, "Plus, most persons would kill to see this handsome face,"
"And I see you still have that damn wit," Dave grumbled.
The man only smiled, easing the tension that was slowly building. Finally, Dave took a seat opposite the man, sliding into the steel furniture with a sigh. He loosened the neck of his tie and suddenly looked a decade older than he truly was. His lines were more pronounced and a dark shadow passed beneath his eyes. "Look kiddo, personally speaking I like you, 'kay. And I would like to believe you're a good kid," he spoke before he was interrupted.
"I sense a 'but' coming... "
"But this has been happening far too much for it to be a coincidence. This is the third time in a month now that you've been arrested," the man explained. He leaned forward in the chair, so much so that the arrested man leaned back to gain his private space. "Now why don't you be a good little boy and tell me why is it my men found the need to arrest you this time?"
The man rose a brow. "Oh~ and here I thought you were the all-knowing wizard of Oz-" the boy stopped and chuckled at what Dave could only perceive as an inside joke. "I'm pretty sure Officer Moron and his partner Officer Duffus would have already told you why I'm here," he jeered with a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Detectives Burns and Heyman have already informed me for the reasons for your arrest," he informed the teen in cuffs. "But I also want to hear your side of the story of this own debacle,"
The man chuckled. "I'm not sure what side of the story you're looking for Cap'n but I was just minding my own business. Y'see, the thing is, a friend of mine told me about this new ice-cream store she had been to and I just had to try their neopolitan flavor because I heard it was just divine-" yet again he laughed at what the captain could only chalk up as an inside joke he'd never understand. "Then out of the blue, some guy dressed to the tee comes flying out the window of a Dust shop. And if that wasn't enough, some hot chick pops out behind him with a badass scythe thing-y and starts to kick ass and take names," At this point, the man was waving his hands all over the place, mimicking what Dave assumed was the young huntress-in-training actions.
"Uh-huh,' he deadpanned.
"She was all like 'Woosh!' and they were all like 'Aah, don't hurt me!'. And then-" The man's regaling tale stopped for a moment as his eyes narrowed dangerously. He leaned forward and in a deathly calm tone, he whispered, "Are you mocking me?"
The captain merely raised a brow. "Well I'd never," he said with an expression far too innocent on his hardened face. It had all but confirmed the teen's accusation.
"Hmmph! See if I do you any favors again," he grumbled under his breath, but loud enough for his companion to hear. His personality immediately flipped 180 as he suddenly perked up with a megawatt smile on his face. "But like I was saying, it was such an epic fight. That girl had to be a huntress or something with the moves she had. Wonder if she's single or anything because I'd totally be up to going out on a date or two with her. I mean who wouldn't?! She was a total badass plus that red cloak really suited her. Hey, do you think she's single?" he commented, earning a sigh of exasperation from the officer of the law.
"While I'd love to hear more about your taste in women, you still haven't answered why it was that both detectives on the scene saw the need to bring you in again," the man said, this time his eyes as steely as a vault. He was getting sick of the man's antics. Sure, he was a lively kid but there were times when Dave thought he only acted the way he did just to annoy him.
"I would if someone would stop interrupting so rudely," he huffed. "Anyways~ while Lil' Ms. Kickass was busy beating everyone up, you-know-who shows up as well. Turns out, he was robbing the store that the girl was in and she decided to stop him. Now, normally, this would be the part where I make a break for it ya' know. Because whenever he's involved, I somehow always get arrested. But the fact was that it looked like the girl would need my help. So I decided to step in and -"
"Whoa whoa whoa!" the captain interrupted again, earning a small glare from the teen. "Do you expect me to believe that? That somehow you," he pointed at the boy "intervened in order to fight against Roman Torchwick. The Roman Torchwick?!" he asked incredulously.
"Yep."
"You?!"
"Uh-huh,"
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"I don't believe you," Dave answered blandly.
The teen looked like someone had struck him across the face with a live fish. He sat back in the chair with a comical look of shock on his face.
"Are you calling me a liar?" he asked the man, a hand reaching towards his chest in mock pain.
"Well... You're aren't going to win any awards for the most upright citizen of Vale either," Dave commented with a nonchalant shrug. "Honestly, you have a record about a mile long and you haven't even reached 16 yet. And if that doesn't say much, how about the fact that you've dropped out of school only a year ago. Do you know how reckless and irresponsible that is?"
"And your point being?" the teen asked, not at all ashamed about his less than stellar track record.
"My point is that I see you so much that I might as well reserve an interrogation room just for you," the man spoke, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He finally opened the file he had placed on the table, placing it in such a way that even the boy in cuffs could read its contents. He drew a single sheet from the file and flipped it over to show a younger version of the teen. He was about an inch shorter than he was now and was in the process of being mirandized. "Your first arrest was only two years ago. Imagine my surprise when my men practically drag a 12 year-old into my precinct claiming he's an associate for one of Vale's most notorious criminals. You were a snotty little brat back then and I see that you haven't even changed one bit. Since that time, you've been arrested 53 times and yet none of the charges ever stick. It makes you wonder..." he trailed off.
"Ya' know," the boy commented, the happy and sightly sarcastic tone in his voice now gone. Instead, he spoke with a stern and mature timbre. "I'm here sitting and listening as you prattle on and on, yet I see no point for all this rabble. We both know that I'll be a free man again before the day ends so why don't you stop wasting both of our times and just get out with it!" he spat.
A tense silence settled between the two. Whatever semblance of camaraderie and familiarity that existed between the two males withered away with that statement. Now, the younger of the two was staring at the other with an impassive gaze, giving nothing away except the growing irritation in his eyes. In a battle of wills, both locked gaze and refused to look away. This went on for about a minute. Surprisingly, it was Dave that relented first. You would have thought that the veteran police captain would have won out in the staring contest but he had caved. The kid was too stubborn for his own good.
"I've said it before. Personally, I like you. You're a cocky little shit no doubt but you're also the type of cocky little shit I can't help but like. But despite all this, it's clear enough to me that something ain't exactly on the up-on-up when it concerns you. You've denied it many times but with so much arrests under your belt, it's clear to see that you aren't exactly squeaky clean. Not to mention your already tainted connections. And that concerns me. You're heading down a dark path and sooner or later, you're going to reach the point of no return. So when you do reach that point, I hope you really think about what it is that you really want to do. You're still young and have your whole life in front of you, kay'?"
The teen sunk in his seat as he processed the words. When Dave received, he shook his head in disappointment before making his way slowly to the door. Perhaps he had expected to much from the boy. Or he was already to far gone in the darkness that there was no way to pull him out. Without looking over his shoulder he said, "You're free to go by the way."
But he didn't respond, far too lost in his thoughts.
The sound of clacking heels walking towards him drew him from his thoughts. Turning just slightly, he faced the woman as she approached with a small smile. She had a mug in hand, and from the delightful aroma wafting towards his nose, it was undoubtedly coffee. He accepted it with a nod of the head and turned away from, choosing the observe the boy in the room as he sat quietly and contemplated the parting words of the captain of the precinct. He took a small sip from the coffee before he spoke to his companion.
"Tell me Glynda, what do you think of the young there?" he asked the woman as he pointed in the boy's direction. He watched as a scowl twisted her beautiful face and sighed as he no doubt predicted the harsh words that would escape her lips. Sometimes, his deputy was much too predictable.
"I don't see the interest you have in the boy, Ozpin," she answered bluntly as her emerald eyes narrowed in disdain. "The boy is nothing more than a common criminal despite the fact that he has never been successfully charged. Outside of his connection with one of Vale's most notorious criminal, I see nothing of the sort that would garner our attention. He doesn't even have his aura unlocked," she spoke commented.
"Perhaps that is what he wants us to believe," he suggested, "you must learn to look underneath the underneath, Glynda."
'Underneath the underneath? What are talking about Ozpin?" she asked and huffed when the man didn't deign to give an answer. Again, she allowed her eyes to trail over the boy, considering Ozpin's words. Underneath the underneath he said. Was there something she was missing about the young male. He wasn't of age yet to be considered into Beacon's halls with him being only 15. But then again, it was only a few hours ago that a young Ruby Rose had been permitted to skip two years of combat school. Her eyes widened as the clues clicked together and she spun on Ozpin with a furious glare.
"Surely you aren't thinking about offering an invitation for this boy to attend Beacon, Ozpin?!" she demanded. "I can understand in the case of Ms. Rose as to why you would do such a thing. While a tad bit immature for her age, Ms. Rose has shown that she has the potential to be become a great huntress if nurtured properly!"
"And our young friend does not?" Ozpin prompted quizzically.
"Absolutely not! That... boy," she spat, "has no place in hunter business and should be punished for the crimes he undoubtedly committed. I will not stand for this Ozpin!" she barked, completely forgetting that the silver-haired man was her superior. She was a woman of strict moral standards and she could not - no, would not stand by and allow the grand legacy of Beacon Academy to be tarnished by inviting a criminal within their halls. Especially since Ozpin had allowed a certain faunus in despite having knowledge of her past. No, this was where she would put her foot down.
Ozpin merely watched her with dull eyes. Not once during their conversation had he stated that he would be inviting the teen into Beacon Academy yet she had immediately jumped to that conclusion. What did she think, that he was going to be throwing out invites all willy-nilly like they were going out of style? Sure he might have overlooked Ms. Belladonna's criminal record and turned a blind eye to Mr. Arc's fake transcripts and bend school rules as to allow Ms. Rose's acceptance, but surely she should have had more trust in him? Or... maybe not.
Glynda's glared deepened as he took a long sip from his mug, closing his eyes in the process. He held the pose for a few seconds, making her wonder if he was thinking over her words or if he was savoring the taste of the drink. When it came to Ozpin, you could never be too quite sure about these things. After another few frustrating moments, he opened his eyes with a satisfying sigh. So, savoring the coffee it was then. He turned towards her with a sly grin.
"Of course not Glynda," he told her as she sighed in relief at his answer. For a while there she was truly worried. "While I have to admit that the thought had indeed crossed my mind, I've decided in the end that I would not put my students at such a risk. Trust me on this that while the boy is not our enemy, he is an unpredictable variable in the grand scheme of things and that alone makes him a threat and a person of interest. Make no mistake Glynda, we will be seeing more of our young friend in the foreseeable future."
Glynda only nodded halfheartedly, not at all believing Ozpin's words about the boy. Not to seem harsh but she just could not for the life of her see how an aura-less and untrained criminal could pose any real threat to a group of highly-trained warriors who fight the creatures of Grimm. In her mind, such a claim was preposterous.
"Of course Ozpin. Whatever you say,"
The man only shook his head, before heading for the door, his job already done here. "Come along Glynda, let's head back to the school. Something tells me that this is going to be an interesting year,"
'I can't wait to see what you bring to the table... Naruto Torchwick,'
There it is, the first chapter and the main character is revealed... kind of. This was just a prologue and a little expository into the whole lay of the land. I hope you like it and don't be afraid to leave any questions you might have. I love to answer reader's questions as best as possible.
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-Gregorybryce9
