Chapter 1: Two Boys Frozen in Time

A boy shivered, wrapping his arms tighter around himself.

'Why does it have to be so cold…?'

"Why did we have to leave so late at night, Al?" whined another boy, walking beside the first.

The first boy, Al, sighed. "They found us again. I saw them."

The second boy stopped. "Again? How do they keep finding us? And don't they get tired of tracking us? I mean, they've been on our trails since the early 15th century! I would've figured it would've taken them at least a little longer to find us after we crossed the freaken border back into England!"

Al sighed again. "At least it took them a little longer to find us this time. Anyway, I'm tired." He yawned to emphasize his point. "So, let's just focus on finding somewhere to stay tonight, Naru."

"Alright." He looked around, "Let's let just stay in one of these ugly houses." he said, nodding towards the rows of matching ugly houses that surrounded them.

Al made a sound, "We can't just stay in a random person's house!"

"Well, what if we pay them?"

Al sighed. "I don't know—maybe?"

"Alright," Naru nodded, "Agreed, then. We'll choose a house, ask to stay the night, make up a story as to why, and if they say no—we try the next house. Good?"

Al thought for a moment, then started walking again, "Good."

"Good." Naru walked quickly to catch up with Al.

Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze and Allen Walker, were the full names of the two boys—or better yet men. The two of them were at least seven hundred years old, each. The both of them were born in the mid to late 19th century. They lived tragic lives, but somehow made it through. They defeated their enemies, and saved their loved ones. But in the end, everyone they loved or hated died. And for some unknown reason—they lived. They didn't age. Maybe it was God's way of thanking them for all that they did. Either way, they didn't see it that way. They saw it as a curse. All those that they loved, they watched grow old and die. They were the boys frozen in time.

As time progressed, they had to leave their homes. They couldn't stand watching all those that they knew and loved die. They couldn't stand being looked at as freaks that never aged.

Allen, an exorcist that existed to fight akuma, was no longer needed. The akuma were gone, along with the millennium earl—dealt with. No need for a gifted exorcist granted with the power to see the souls of akuma though his cursed left eye anymore. No need for him.

Naruto, a shinobi and jinchuriki of the Hidden Leaf Village, was no longer needed. Time progressed, and technology advanced. Ninja were no longer needed. And he watched the hidden villages die. There was no more need for ninjas trained to kill. It was easier to make a gun, than to spend years training a single shinobi—even if the shinobi could dodge bullets, and kill enemies just as well. It was much less expensive to buy a gun, rather than hire a team of ninja assassins. They were no longer needed. He was no longer needed.

And one day, somewhere in the 20th century, something happened. They both woke up, but in a different timeline, in a different dimension. In their sleep, they had fallen through a rip in time and space, and somehow found themselves, back in the 14th century, around where their history began to differ. The split in time, where one timeline led off to create the Millennium Earl, with his akuma and Noah, and the exorcists needed to fight them. Another led off in the direction of the shinobi—to create the Hidden Villages, and the shinobi who lived in them. And then there was this one.

Technology. Bikes. Trains. Cars. Computers. Movies. Laptops. Touchscreens. Other useless, and useful Tech.

And wizards.

They had discovered early on about the wizards. And in their search to find out more about them, they found something else instead.

Each other.

They don't know how, but they could just see it in the way the other walked, talked, how they held themselves.

They weren't from here. From this dimension.

From this timeline.

And they realized—they weren't alone. After comparing stories, they realized another thing… Perhaps the reason they were kept alive, was because they were still needed. And perhaps, God had enough heart to not leave them alone in this world. Perhaps, he had enough heart to give them a friend. A brother also stuck in time. Someone that wouldn't grow old and die, as they stayed the same, never changing.

A brother frozen in time.

And they knew, that God kept them alive for a reason. Put them both in the 14th century, the century where everything changed, for a reason.

So that they could learn. So that they'd experience all those changes. The parts of their history that were different, they'd know. So that they could survive, learn, and when the time came that they were needed, they could finally do what they were kept alive for seven hundred years for.

Allen had exorcists, Noah, and akuma.

Naruto had ninjas—shinobi, and tailed beasts.

Allen's main enemy—an enemy that appeared once in the past, and had come back after he was thought to be dead—was the Millennium Earl.

Naruto's main enemy—an enemy that appeared once in the past, and has come back after he was thought to be dead—was Madara.

Allen's enemies were defeated. The exorcists, noah, and akuma gone.

Naruto's enemies were defeated. The shinobi and tailed beast gone—sealed away forever.

This new world, had wizards.

This new worlds—their new—main enemy—who was it?

After centuries in the shadows, watching, gaining information, they learned of a great dark wizard known as Voldemort. But when they found out about him—he was dead.

Or so most thought.

But they knew. They knew, this had to be it—their new enemy. The enemy who appeared once in the past, and has come back after he was thought to be dead.

And when he comes back, they'll be ready.

But there was another thing they discovered. When they fell through that rip in space and time, they didn't come alone. They brought some remains of their own world with them. But those remains were weak—powerless. Were.

When the two met, so did these remains. And together, they combined to form something new.

Akubijuuma. That's what they decided to call them. TBA for short.

The TBA are horrible, disfigured creatures. They are mechanical, like the akuma, but in the form of a wild animal, and radiate an orange colored aura. They smell of burning flesh, and stand as if they were corpses. They claw you, and scratch you, infecting you and covering you in black pentagons. They then eat you alive.

They have no master. They kill for no reason, other than to have fun. And they're getting stronger. They're adapting.

They got something from each of the timelines that they were in. From Allen, their mechanical form, tortured faces, and corpse-like appearance, along with the way they infect you, covering your entire boy in pitch black pentagons, until you entire body has turned a rotten black.

From Naruto, their beast-like form, their orange aura, their smell of burning flesh, and the way they slaughter you.

And from this new world, they gained something different, something new.

Intelligence.

Sure, they had it before, but this was different. With no master, no Millennium Earl, no instincts telling them to kill everything in their path without a second thought—they began to think.

They kill for fun. So why let others destroy their fun? Why not… Use their minds, to think. To kill, without being discovered? Without being noticed? Without being…killed?

When they're killing, they make sure not to be seen.

When they're outnumbered, they flee.

When it's too crowded, they wait for them to be alone with their prey.

Sure, they're not all Einsteins, but they have enough of a mind to avoid detection.

And that makes it just that much harder to kill them.

But anyway, back to the present.

"So how are we gunna handle this?" asked Allen, looking at Naruto out of the corner of his eye.

"Like I said, we'll just go up to their door, ring the doorbell, ask to stay the night, and if asked why—we make up a story."

"Alright, settled then," Allen said, as they walked up the driveway of a random house.

Naruto rang the doorbell, and they waited for an answer.

'Number 4 Privet Drive, ka?'

End of Chapter.

R&R, pretty please? *puppy dog eyes*