Summary, Disclaimer, Warnings, and Prologue

Pieta, the city of the Northern Border… It was here that a legion of monsters known as the Awakened approached. Their intent was unknown, but one thing was certain; they must not pass. The only problem was that twenty-four warriors simply didn't make the cut… but that was in the past. The problem at hand was… well, what the hell happened! Jean did not know. She was sure she had died! She… had died, right? Well, if she did, then how and why was she here? In fact… where exactly was 'here'? Who was that blonde boy? Why was he treated so badly? Why did he have a Yoki signature? Wait… why the hell was she the same age as him! He's five! All in all, Jean, the Organization's Warrior Number Nine had a lot on her plate… and now, the most important question was this: can she really cope with all of these changes?


Disclaimer:

I will say this once. I do not own the anime, manga, artwork, characters, or anything other elements associated with the fictional stories known as "Naruto", "Claymore", and "Bleach". The individuals who do are Masashi Kishimoto, Yagi Norihiro, and Tite Kubo, respectively.

This story is completely fan-based, and is not, in any way, for the sake or hope of profitable compensation.


Content Warnings:

I will say this once. This Fanfiction is rated Mature due to the following content: Extensive Violence, Descriptive Gore and Dismemberment, Descriptive Sexual Content (Heterosexual and Lesbian (Yuri)), Crude Humor, and Common Use of Vulgar Language.

(Said profanity will probably include, but not likely be limited to the words "bastard", "bitch", "fuck", "ass", "shit", "hell", and most, if not all, of their variants. These words, though, will be the most common and will doubtlessly be used by Character and Author, alike.)

All this said, you have been given fair warning, and will not be warned again of such content, when it is to occur, due to its bad tendency to distract the reader. In accordance to the rules of the sight, however, said content will not exceed the given limitations of the Mature Rating.

Special Warnings:

I will say this once. The Warnings for this Fanfiction that are unassociated with the Mature rating include the following; Characters that are "Out of Character" (or "OOC"), an Alternate Universe plotline (otherwise referred to as "AU"), the containment of Original Characters (or "OCs"), and the Altercation of Characters to My Design (including but not limited to appearance and, in some cases, even gender).

(The original Characters however will vary from foreign townsfolk to various people with mild-to-moderate roles. The most significant of these Characters will be named Aburame Shiroari (Shino's older sister) and Morihana Kiku (a Kirigakure Hunter-Class Kunoichi and, eventually, diplomat). These two, however will not, in any way, be over-powered, stereotypical or any other such nonsense that usually tends to be associated with Original Characters, as I am no more a fan of such things as any other person who's seen more than his fare share of them.)

This concludes this Fanfic's list of general content warnings. Anyone who has anything against any of the aforementioned elements is highly advised to stop reading now, because you have been warned!


Cold… stiff… numb… was she dead? Yes… yes, she was. She had died while helping her friend, Clare. Yes… it was all so clear, now…


All of this was near the end of the Northern Campaign, a last crusade in the Northern city of Pieta, where twenty-four of the Organization's warriors had gathered to fend off an army of monsters known as the Awakened. Jean, the Organization's Warrior Number Nine, along with four others, had split the other nineteen warriors to five groups with the strongest one in each unit was assigned as its leader. Jean was admittedly disappointed, though, that Clare was not on her team. After all, she still had a debt to repay towards the Organization's Warrior Number Forty-Seven and, supposedly, weakest fighter. Still, it wasn't Jean's call, it was Miria's.

The final battle was a disaster. The first wave wasn't so bad; only three little assholes that seemed too damn big for their own pants. Definitely not a real problem, the worst of them was the giant, spiky turtle-lizard-thing-guy. He was annoying as hell! In the end, though, Clare surprised them all, further cementing Jean's doubts about the other girl's status as a basic wimp, and the only casualty was another warrior's arm.

Who cares? It was just an arm, she could grow it back!

Wow… that really did sound cruel and unusual, didn't it? Eh, screw it, that wasn't important. What was important was now, because, now, they were fighting off this giant army if big sons of bitches! The warriors were dropping like flies; their numbers were cut in half within ten minutes, three of the leaders were killed by one asshole and… wait, 'three'?

Oh, shit, she was alive!

'No!' she thought, 'I'm not dead, yet! I refuse to die like this!'

It was Jean, and to put it lightly, she'd seen better days; bloody, broken, tired… sporting a gaping hole in her abdomen that you could clearly see objects on the other end through… yeah, she had definitely seen better days. It went without saying that she was in bad shape. She could also feel Clare's Yoki surging, and not in a good way, but Jean just couldn't get up! A severed spine really did tend to do that to a person, even if they're Half-Yoma…

'I must help her!' Jean demanded of herself. Her hands curled into fists, but the rest of her body still remained immobile. 'I will not let my debt go unpaid!'

Again, her will answered, and by its force, alone, she defied even nature, itself! Despite the fact that her legs were no longer internally connected, Jean was able to wobble to her feet, even if barely so, and despite their severity, her wounds had become little more than a hindrance. It was a pretty damn big one, mind you, but it was still just another obstacle. As Jean shambled over to where she sensed Clare's Yoki, she thought it to be a good idea to take a head count… to see their progress.

'Still well over thirty Awakened Beings running about, and only six warriors left, minus myself and Clare,' she counted. Then, she coughed up what she swore was her liver… or maybe it was a kidney. She couldn't really tell. '…that and I'm not lasting very long with this hole in my gut…'


"Please, Helen," Clare implored, as she panicked, "I can only stop these blades for a moment! Cut of my head! You're the only one who can do it from a safe distance! I want to die as a human!"

Yes, it went without saying that things were only getting worse, from here on out. The instant that Rigaldo person popped up and basically slaughtered the team leaders, the already dreadful situation had gone downhill. When he struck Jean down, Clare basically saw red. The only thing her mind could muster throughout the entire ordeal was that he must die. Sadly, her victory had come with a price…

Now, Clare had almost awakened, as well. The Half-Yoma flesh that was implanted within her by the Organization was now corrupting the rest of her body. Basically, that meant she was now turning into what she had been killing for the past few hours: an Awakened Being. Yeah… that sucked.

Helen, Deneve, and Miria were silent. Neither of them really knew what to do. It was heartbreaking, but Helen knew that Clare was right.

"Damn it, Clare!" the short-tempered warrior yelled. She then took aim, pointing the tip of her sword at Clare's throat, and prepared to lance the other woman from afar. "I will never forgive you for making me do this!"

Then, Helen felt a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up to see who it was, and her jaw went slack. Miria and Deneve were in the same state of shock.

"Jean!" Clare cried.

Yes, it was Jean. Considering her condition, though, Helen couldn't help but wonder how the horrifically injured woman was even able to stand. Miria and Deneve were wondering how they didn't notice her hobbling by. Clare thought she was seeing things, at first. All that, and it was also a mystery as to how gravity, itself, had yet to snap Jean in half, considering the obvious lack of skeletal foundation…

Ah, yes, the laws of gravity, physics and nature… they never did apply in Anime, did they?

Jean let loose a weary, mirthless chuckle as she looked up at Clare. "It would seem that our roles have reversed."

Clare's eyes went wide. She knew exactly what Jean meant by that.

"N-no," Clare pleaded, as Jean approached, "Stay back! I can't control these blades!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Jean replied. She then took a moment to take in Clare's appearance.

It was very daunting, to say the least. Her legs now bent back and warped into metallic hooves, like those of a horse. Her torso was now bulky and muscular. Clare's left arm was just warped beyond recognition; now little more than a grotesque, massive claw. The blades that Clare had earlier referred to were a mass of razor-edged extensions sprouting from her shoulders and arms, similar to tentacles—each curling back similar to a scorpion's tail.

Despite Clare's warning though, Jean did not halt. Sadly, her advance was rewarded with Clare's blades biting into her flesh. Much to the shock of all involved, Jean was the only one who did not flinch. As she embraced Clare with her now only good arm, Jean spoke.

"Turn back, Clare," she said, "Synchronize your Yoki with mine. Just like last time…"

"No, Jean, please," Clare begged, "it's too late for me. Get away and focus on healing!"

"That won't work, Clare," Jean said, "I'm an Offensive-Class Warrior. The wound Rigaldo gave me is lethal. Please, Clare, let me do this. I want you to live on. Let me use my last strength to make sure you do."

At that, Clare could not say "no". It was then that a great golden light engulfed the city of Pieta, as Clare's Yoki subconsciously flared out and intertwined with Jean's. Then, as the light faded, a young woman with pale skin, silver eyes, and hay-colored hair stood above the bloody corpse of her comrade. It was Clare and her body had returned to normal, before she even realized it. Looking upon Jean's fallen form, her knees buckled. It didn't matter to her that nearly thirty Awakened Ones were still out there and running amok, or that her other comrades were dying by the masses, Clare needed time to mourn… until Deneve slapped her, that is.

'I'm sorry, Claire,' were Jean's last thoughts, 'had we known each other for longer, we could've been very close friends…'


Yes… she could remember it all so well… but, what now? What was to become of her, now that she had died? Was there something more, like a second life, beyond the grave? Was someone coming to take her to heaven? Or… did heaven even exi—

"Oh, there you are!"

Jean's eyes shot open, startled by the sudden visitor. She found herself staring at a tall blonde man who seemed to be somewhere in his twenties.

He was wearing traditional Japanese robes that were black in color, plain straw sandals, white tabi, and a white bucket hat with green stripes. He had pale skin, and unruly blonde hair that, with his hat, shrouded his eyes in an eerie shadow, despite his playful expression. Finally, a long, white robe hung loosely upon his shoulders. Jean also noted that the man was lazily tilted upon a simple, wooden cane that even she could tell wasn't required for lack of mobility.

"I was wondering where you landed," the man said.

"'Landed'…?" Jean quoted weakly, unsure if she heard him right.

"Yup!" was the playful reply, "that blast of Yoki sent your soul flying a good half-mile away." The man then pulled out a small paper fan and… fanned himself with it as he continued, "It was fun to watch. You're in pretty bad shape though. It's a good thing you're already dead. The impact would've ripped you apart, otherwise."

Jean shuddered. She just couldn't help but find this guy creepy. She didn't know why she did, though, and that was… somehow… even creepier! Still, it was probably best to just humor him and keep talking. He might get bored go away… eventually.

"R-right," she said, her eyes mindlessly traveled downwards to find that her 'spiritual' body was still in the same state as it was when she died, down to having the same clothing. Basically, that meant she looked like shit. What caught her eye, though, was a large, broken chain that seemed to be bolted to her chest.

"W-what's this!" Jean sputtered, giving the chain a good yank. She received a light swat on the wrist for her trouble. The strange one withdrew his pimp cane before answering.

"Perfectly normal," he cheerfully said, "it's called your Chain of Fate, and ripping it out is the last thing you want to do, trust me."

"Why? What do you mea—?"

Jean was interrupted when "Mr. Bucket Hat," as she would later call him, poked her in the forehead with the base of his cane. After that was done, everything went completely blank…


From the mighty DMS:

FINALLY! I got my first serious story posted!

For anyone interested, though, I'm actually writing this Fic for quite a few reasons:

First off, there is no other Fic of this pairing, and, out of everyone in Claymore, Jean seems to fit into this particular role the best, considering her personality. Sure there are plenty of other girls to choose from, but again, Jean just fits.

The second reason is that in almost every other well-written Cross-Fic I've ever read, Naruto is the one crossing over! Seriously, people, is the girl you intend for him really that hard to picture crossing! Sure, this little fact makes SnG more original, but I sincerely wish that wasn't the case, as I've only seen three exceptions, so far! THREE! Not only that, but neither of them are even listed in the Crossover Section! Good God, people, BROADEN YOUR DAMN HORIZONS AND MAKE THEM EASIER TO FIND, WHEN YOU DO! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR!

Finally, the last reason I have for writing this story is that Jean, in general, has seen a depressing lack of attention and major significance on this sight. That said, I'm writing a story in which she is important. I like her.

For the record, the Bleach Cross will only be minor at best. For the most part, it explains just how Jean ends up in the Narutoverse and Urahara Kisuke (Mr. Bucket Hat, for those who haven't guessed that, yet) will be the only Bleach Character with any semblance of a role, in this Fic. It will also explain a lot of other shit I have planned for the near future.

With all that said, I bid ye all farewell. As I clearly typed at the top of the page, this is only a Prologue, and I can assure you all that Chapter One will be longer and far more interesting. Happy Halloween!

(As a side note, this Chapter has been edited as of July 28, 2010.)

ALL FLAMES SHALL BE LAUGHED AT! I SCOFF AT YE ALL, FLAME-BOYS SCOFF, SCOFF! MWAHAHAHAHA!