A/N: So, I have no idea where I'm going with this. I just needed to write something vague and unrelated to my original writing work and since 'crossovers-but-not-really' fics have always been good at relaxing me, I decided to do this one.

Not even beating around the bush, this one is inspired by the show that has taken the internet by storm Steven Universe. Personally for me, the show is... alright. Not my favorite but I do highly congratulate Rebecca Sugar on what she has managed to do.

This fic is going to have some elements from the show but, otherwise, I'm taking my own liberties with the alien cultures and such.

Warnings for: Future SaiNaruSasu, one-sided FugaMina, Minato/Kushina, SasoDei, and, of course, KisaIta.

He had been warm.

Then cold.

The coldness had seeped in far faster than he had been expecting. It pricked and stung at his sensitive skin, making him far... too... uncomfortable.

He needed it to stop.

It wasn't just the cold, it was the... the air around his tiny frame. There was... negativity. There was... pain.

Sadness.

Sadness was seeping into him. The feeling overwhelmed him and, in conjunction with the cold, all he could do was let out the vocal summation of his feelings.

But even as his pitiful wails left his lips, the negativity around him increased moreso.

"Don't you tell me to 'calm down'! Look at where we are now! All thanks to this miserable human brat!"

"Shut the hell up, Fugaku... Please. After everything I've..." The second voice, a woman on the brink of exhaustion, coughed out, "Been through today. Shut. Up."

Fugaku and the woman kept their exchange of harsh words going, all while the small bundle in the room still sniffled and wailed. Why were they being so cruel to one another? Why was no one helping him?

Sparkling blue eyes opened up from the squirming bundle, trying to take in their surroundings. They saw an older man with graying black hair tied into a low pony-tail. He was dressed in black robes that followed every sharp gesture he made towards the visibly fatigued red-haired woman in the sterile bed next to him. The square of obsidian at the base of his neck glinting ever so often against his gray-tinted skin.

The bundle tried to wail louder... But what was this?

A mischievous cerulean eye blinked down at the bundle, a playful grin following as a younger man moved next to the crib that held the whimpering form. "Wow..." The young man pushed aside his long blonde bangs, revealing the orb of yellow citrine that was embedded in place of his left eye. "You're an ugly little thing, aren't you? I can't believe we lost Minato... But now we have you." He blinked and his eye and the citrine orb switched places, the bundle in the crib beginning to wail again as the young man moved away to sit down, a brief flush appearing over his golden skin before it faded.

Why was this happening? The space was too negative, too cold! All the bundle wanted to do was to get out of here! But no one was coming to help him. He didn't want to suffer. He didn't come into this world to suffer.

So

Why?

The light that was giving a brief respite to the bundle was blocked off. The bundle looked up, whimpering again at the massive form looming over him.

Broad shoulders, a muscular stature, with purple hair falling down his back and cheeks in wild spikes, some of it tied in a pony-tail. Though it was superfluous.

The newcomer's face was imposing as well: a square jaw, a passive expression, and the eyes...

One was a piercing black while the other was a swirling red.

This man, with his purple skin-tone and an orb that was half blue tanzanite and half cinnabar embedded in his chest, looked down into the crib for a long while.

Observing. Taking in the site of the foreign pile of flesh.

Finally, he reached into the crib. He took the squirming bundle in his large but delicate hands and cradled him close to his chest. He carried the bundle out of the charged room and stepped onto the balcony: the cool evening air almost drowning out the city noise below.

Almost.

The man sat down in the nearest chair he could find, holding the bundle (who had calmed down by a longshot) and gently rocking him.

This was... better, the bundle realized. This was warm, this was... nice. Positive. This was what he wanted; what he needed.

"Hello. Minato - Sardius." The large man said, the bundle looking up at him. The man looked down, a lop-sided grin on his face. "No. That is incorrect. You are no longer Minato. You are his son."

The man held the whining form of a newborn babe: his blonde hair still wet from the nurse's wash and his cheeks soft and pudgy. The baby looked up at him with those sparkling blue eyes but the most stunning feature had to have been the star-shaped piece of sardius in his right hand.

"He promised me," The purple man went on, "That everything would be alright for me... For all of us. If I just believed in him. I guess that... that I have to believe in you now. Alright then." He nodded, "Naruto – Sardius... I believe in you. I know you won't disappoint me or any other Crystal who comes to you for leadership. And I will do my best to help protect you and everyone you hold dear."

A/N:

1. First of all, the names. It wouldn't really make sense to replace canon characters' names with gems (for those who it applies to) so I made it part of the names that they would refer to each other with in either formal times, angry times, or initial introductions.

2. Samehada's description should give some hinting as to one of the pairings in this fic.

And... that's all I have for now. I really don't know if I'll keep up with this one, since fanfiction has somewhat lost its spice for me in favor of original work and commissions, so... Yeah. Review if you'd like.

- Tyranno's girl.