1: It All Began With two Cars!

Minata Namikaze: So, I've decided on doing another Transformers: Prime and Naruto crossover story where Senju Tobirama had a Daughter, who meet, fall in love, and had a Son of her own with an Uzumaki male. Anyways onto the disclaimer: I don't own Naruto cause if I did then Sakura wouldn't be a useless fangirl in Pre-Shippuden and Naruto would have his Father's smarts while keeping his Mother's personality and knows about seals and how to use them and I also do not own Transformers cause if I did then Bumblebee would be able speak by the Third movie and Hotshot, Red Alert, and Leobreaker would have been added into the movies and the new animations art work wouldn't suck, I do. however, own Satoru Senju. Remember to Read and Review to let me know what you think, but it you don't the twist that I make then stop reading and find something else. Also don't leave a review that's flame or I will block you. Ja ne.

...My Line...

Senju Satoru is a member of both the Senju and Uzumaki Clans and the Grandson of Tobirama Senju. After his cousin Tsunade becomes the Fifth Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato, he was sent on a mission to try and find more about the lands outside of the Elemental Nations for them past the barrier that kept two sets of Humans apart. But, when he's 18, with his Neighbors help, their Son, Samuel James Witwicky and him get a car and a motorcycle that turns out to be alive, the young Senju finds himself trying to help save his planet. But, Satoru also finds himself slowly falling in love with the Leader of the Autobots. Is he welling to give up his Shinobi live style or well, he give up the one being that managed to win his heart without even trying? Slow going Optimus Prime/Original Male Character(s)

...My Line...

No one knows what's awaits for them after death, but some have a good idea involving seeing the love ones that they've lost and no one believed that more than Senju Tobirama, the Second Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato. He had lived his 51 years to the fullest, he had protected the village his brother had fought so hard to make and left it in the hands of his beloved student.

He had even married a beautiful and strong woman, who hailed from the Uzumaki Clan, named Uzumaki Nagisa. Nagisa had then given him a son that he had named Senju Itama, both of whom were his splitting image. And Itama is his pride and joy.

As he took his last breath and closed his eyes finally succumbing to his multiple injuries, the Second Hokage was happy. He thought that he would be seeing all of his brothers again. But, if there was one regret that he had it was leaving his wife alone to raise their son on her own, he now would have to grow up without a Father.

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(24 years later: the Kyuubi no Kitsune Attack!)

12 years ago a Nine-Tailed Fox suddenly appeared. Its tails lashed out mashing mountains and sending tidal waves crashing to the shores. The Ninjas rose up to defend their villages against the attack.

"Hold the attack!" a Leaf Ninja ordered. "And wait for the Fourth Hokage!"

"It's getting closer!" another yelled as the first jumped into action. "Don't let it near the village!"

Just then a big red toad wearing a dark blue cloak appeared on the battle field facing the fox and on its head stood a young sunny blonde haired man wearing a white haori with crimson red flames on the bottom.

One Shinobi faced the Nine-Tailed Fox in mortal combat. He sacrifice his life to capture the beast and sealed into a human body.

The young man did hand seals as he faced the fox before there was a bright light.

This Ninja was known as the Fourth Hokage.

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Before time began there was...the Cube.

We know not were comes from, only that it has the power to create worlds and fill them with life.

That is how our race was born.

For a time we lived in harmony, but like all great power, some wanted it for good...others for evil.

And so began the war: A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space.

We scattered across the Galaxy hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every star, every world.

And just when all hope seemed lost, a message of the new discovery, drew us to unknown planet called...Earth.

But, we were already too late. - Optimus Prime

...My Line...

(12 to 13 years after the Kyuubi no Kitsune attack: Konohagakure no Sato!)

A young male about the age of 17 to 18, who wearing a white wolf shape mask that has two blue like slashes, could be found kneeling in front of a blonde haired woman, who sat behind a desk, looking at him.

"You do understand your mission, Wolf?" she asked him.

"Hai, Lady Hokage (Yes, Lady Fire Shadow)," he answered with a nod.

"Good," she sighed as she sat forward and lanced her hands together in front of her face. "Do be careful though."

"I understand Milady," he said before in a swirl of water, he was gone.

"May Kami be with you, Satoru," the Hokage whispered before she let out a sigh.

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(Two Days before Meet: Qatar!)

Flying high over the desert of Qatar were two Osprey military helicopters with one carrying an eight man Special Ops Team.

"Oh, God, five months of this," one of the men sighed happily. "I can't wait to get a little taste of home. A plate of mama's alligators étouffée... Mmm."

"You've been talking about barbecued 'gators and crickets for the last two weeks," another stated. "I'm never going to your mama's house, Fig. I promise."

"But Bobby, Bobby-" a young man known as Figueroa or Fig to his friends started.

"I'm never going to your mama's house," Robert Epps most commonly known as Epps stated.

"Bobby, 'gators are known to have the most succulent meat," Figs went on as if Epps didn't say anything.

"I understand," Epps nodded as then to the rest of the teams annoyances Fig started to speak in Spanish so Epps starts to mimic Figueroa's Spanish words. "English, please."

"English," William Lennox, leader of the team stated with finality in his voice. "I don't- I mean, how many times have we- we don't speak Spanish. I told you that."

"Why you got to ruin it for me, man?" Fig asked him. "That's my heritage."

He then went back to speaking in Spanish.

"Fine," Lennox sighed. "Go with the Spanish. Whatever."

"Hey, you guys remember weekends?" another man named Donnelly asked. "Huh? The Sox at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer."

"Perfect day," sighed Epps.

"What about you, Captain?" Fig asked them with a smile. "You got a perfect day?"

"Nah, I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time," answered Lennox.

"Awww..." some of the soldiers awed.

"He's adorable," Donnelly joked.

"That's too-" Epps went to join in.

"Shut up," Lennox ordered.

There was a lot of various chatter by the base soldiers as they got off the plans after landing.

"Hey, I'm ready to do this," Epps told them with a smile. "Hey, any of y'all grow some balls, come see me on the court, man."

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"Hey, hey!" a soldier yelled.

"Watch this crossover, baby," Epps told the solider he was playing with. "Like Jordan in his prime, pushing through the front line."

…My Line…

"Step aside, ladies," Fig ordered as he pushed some of the soldiers that were showering out of the way.

"Oh, man."

"What? Oh-"

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"Lennox!" a local boy named Mahfouz called out as he ran up.

"Hey, how you doing?"

"Water?" Mahfouz asked

"Oh, thank you," Lennox smiled at him. "Are you gonna help me with the gear?"

…My Line…

It wasn't long till Lennox walked into the tent and looked at the soldier there.

"My wife on?" he asked a soldier nearby.

"Yes, Captain."

Lennox smiled as he walked over to another computer where Sarah Lennox face was on with a baby girl in her arms.

"Ahahaha! My ladies!"

"Look," she told their Daughter, who made baby noises.

"Oh, my goodness," gasped Lennox. "Look at her. She's getting so big. Look at those cheeks. I just wanna chew on them. Baby, we made a good-looking kid. I know that people say that all the time, but... Wow, we made one good-looking kid. Nice work."

"She has your laugh," informed Sarah.

"She laughed?" asked Lennox as his Daughter made more baby noises.

"Her first one, yeah," nodded Sarah

"You la- you sure she didn't just fart?" William went to say before asking.

"No, she's a lady," Sarah sighed before the baby girl started to cry. "She doesn't know you yet, but she will." It was then that the computers started to go on the fritz. "Will?"

"Sarah?" asked Lennox. "Hey, Sarah, if you can hear me, I love you and I'll be home soon. Damn."

Will let out a sigh before standing up straight and looking and without a second thought he left the tent.

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Once outside and noticing that it was already dark out making Lennox let out a grunt though they were wondering what was going on as everyone was running around in a panic.

"They bombed the antenna farm!" Epps yelled as he run towards him. "We're under attack!"

Without a second thought he grabbed guns that were nearby before rushing towards the tanks.

"Here, come here!" Will ordered his team and Mahfouz, who let out a squeal. "Come here!" The strange machine let outs strange noise while soldiers where shouting. "Here, hide in here!"

"Oh, my God," gasped Fig. "Okay."

"No!" yelled Epps as he tripped and fall onto his back under the machine. "Oh! Oh-" He then left out a pair of binoculars to his eyes which had the thing looking at him. Fig holds up a mini cannon and fired at the machine before it could attack Epps, who stumbled up to his feet. "What the f-"

"Epps, let's go!" Lennox yelled as Epps almost collapse next to him

The team all took off running while the machine attacked the base after setting another machine after the ones that got away.

...My Line...

(Tranquility, Nevada!)

Senju Satoru is a young 18-year-old boy, who has neck length windswept untamable silver hair with his bangs covering his forehead as the rest frame his ivory tone face, his eyes when opened are rumored to be almond shape that were an electric aqua blue color that really stood out, and thanks to being a running back for the high schools football team he had a strong looking build. Satoru also has an angler face with high cheek bones upon which had a horizontal thin pale red lines right under his eyes upon each cheek with a vertical thin pale red line on his chin, and a strong jaw that many find on nobles. He was sitting in the back of a classroom making plans to return in the Elemental Nations for the Summers to visit and report back to the Fifth Hokage, Senju Tsunade.

"Mr Senju!"

He snapped his eyes up to the teacher.

"Yes?" the young Senju asked.

"Would you please pay attention?" the teacher asked which made him to roll his eyes as he looked at his list of names. "Sam Witwicky, your up."

Satoru watched as Samuel James Witwicky got up from his desk, went to the front, and then dump out the contents of his backpack.

"Sorry, I've got a lot of stuff," he said making the silver haired teen to sigh. "For my family gen..."

The young Senju let out a sigh as a jock in front of him used a rubber band to hit Sam.

"Baka (Idiot) Trent," he growled under his breath.

"Who did...who did that?" the teacher asked as he stood and then pointed at the room of teens. "People! Responsibility!"

Satoru rolled his eyes again as he didn't look threatening unlike his Mother and Aunt when they were angered.

"Okay," Sam started again. "So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explore." He reached out to take a paper with a map on it. "In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctice Circle, which is a big deal."

'Oh, joy,' Satoru thought.

"In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf, Sam explained. "So that's the story."

The young Senju completely tuned him out, but then stood up when the bell rung, however, he froze as his eyes stared at a pair of glasses that Sam was holding up. He noticed a map was imprinted on them, but he shock his head before grabbing everything and putting them away. Satoru walked out of the classroom while Sam kept trying to sell the glasses.

"Satoru, wait up!" a female voice called out making the silver haired adult to stop and look over his shoulder to see a dark haired girl running towards him.

"Mikaela?" he asked.

"I wanted to know if your coming to the lake party later?" Mikaela asked as she caught up.

Satoru looked at her as they walked out of the school building.

"Yeah, I'll be there," the Senju answered.

"Great," Mikaela cheered before heading towards Trent and the group of jock. "See you there!"

The silver haired male nodded before walking over to a green convertible Porsche car with an older man.

"Hello, Mr Witwicky," he greeted with a blank expression as he got into the back of the car.

"So, have a good day in school, Satoru?"

"School was fine Mr Witwicky," was the answer he got.

"So, where's Sam?" Ron asked him.

All the silver haired male did was point where the said boy was running towards them waving around a piece of paper.

"Yes!" yelled Sam happily. "Yes, yes. I got it. I got it."

"So?" Ron asked

"A-minus," was the answer. "It's an A, though."

"Wait, wait, wait," Ron said as he went to take the paper. "I can't see." He then looked at it and liked he was thinking about it. "It's an A."

"So I'm good?" asked Sam.

"You're good," was the answer that Ron gave him.

All Satoru did was close to his eyes as Ron pulled away from the school.

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"I got a little surprise for you, son," Ron said as he pulled into a Porsche dealership.

The young Senju just raised a silver eyebrow though his blue eyes shinned in amusement.

"What kind of s-" Sam trailed off as he saw the Porsches.

"Yeah, a little surprise," smirked the older Witwicky.

"No. No, no, no, no!" Sam started to freak out as he looked around in excitement. "Dad! Oh, you got to be kidding me."

"Yeah. I am," Ron told him with a laugh. "You're not getting a Porsche."

The silver haired teen snorted before tuning them out as they pulled up to a dealership with cars and trucks that belong in the junkshop.

"Here?" Sam asked in outrage. "No, no, no, what is this? You said- you said half a car, not half a piece of crap, dad."

The three males got of the car before walking into the lot and Satoru put his hands into the pockets of his dark blue skinny jeans that was hanging of his hips slightly.

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine."

"Okay, let me explain something to you." Sam stated as he looked at the cars. "Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-year-old virgin."

"Ah, okay."

"You want me to live that life? Hmm?"

"No sacrifice-"

"Yeah, no victory."

"No victory."

"You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, dad."

"Right."

"Gentlemen," an African American greeted them. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." The Senju slightly glared at the man as he laughed. "How can I help you?"

"Well, my son and his friend here...are looking to buy their first car."

"You come to see me?"

"We had to," Sam answered.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."

"Sam."

"Satoru

"Sam, Satoru, let me talk to you. Sam, Satoru, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, son. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver.

"Mm."

Rolling his eyes, Satoru look around the lot as some yellow and black along with white mixed with red, blue, and black flash past by his eyes. So, he walked over to check it out with a small smile.

"Wow," he breathed as he ran his hands over the hood of both a 1977 Chevy Camaro and 1936 Martini Porsche 935 Turbo racing car that both have faded paint jobs. "Now what are handsome cars like you two doing here, hm?" To his shock the Camaro car shivered under his hand. "What in the hell?" Satoru removed to his hand as he looked at the car with narrow eyes before he then looked over his shoulder to the other three males. "Sam! Mr Witwicky!" All men turned towards his. "Come over here! And check out these Cars!"

Sam walked over to him and the car.

"What did you find, Satoru?"

"A 1977 Chevy Camaro and a 1936 Martini Porsche 935 Turbo racing car," the silver haired male answered with a smile. "They are a beauty, huh?"

"Yeah," he answered. "This one ain't bad." He ran his hand over the length of the Camaro. "This one's has got racing stripes."

Satoru moved to stand in front of the racing car to take a look under the hood as Ron moved to stand next to Sam while the car salesman Bobby went to stand behind it to begin his pitch.

"Yeah, it got racing..." he began, but trailed off looking highly confused again. "Yeah, what is this? What the heck is this?" Bobby looked around as his voice rosed in volume. "I don't know nothing about these cars. Manny!"

Sam slunk into the diver's seat while Satoru popped the hood of the Porsche opened to take a look under it while Bobby looked away.

"Oh my Kami (God)," the blue eyed teen breathed in awe. "This engine is amazing." He eyes narrowed even more then before closing the hood of the race car. "Well I can say that Mikaela would no doubt go nuts over this engine if he saw it." This of course had him looking at the race car with a subsuspicious look while wondering if it was the same for the other car. 'I wonder...'

While Satoru was looking over the engine, Sam's picturing himself driving it around town.

"Feels good," he mumbled running his hand over the steering wheel before he noticed an odd emblem in the center of the wheel that made him lean closer to it as he removed the dust with his finger. "Hey, Satoru!"

"Yeah?" the young Senju asked as he closed the Porsche's hood.

"Come here for a second?" asked the young Witwicky.

Rising an eyebrow the blue eyed 17-year-old walked around the car and to the driver's side door of the Camaro.

"What's up?" he asked as he leaned in.

"This symbol..." Sam began as he pointed it out to him.

Satoru looked more closely to it as he crossed his arms over his chest as his hands then gripped his arms above the elbows while he was wearing his muscle blue shirt while the sleeves went to his elbows. He pulled out his cell phone and took a picture of the kind robotic face that was on display in the center of the wheel before he tune back in.

"How much?" Ron asked.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels, and paint job..." Bobby told them with a smile.

"But, the paints faded," Sam stated as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but it's custom," Bobby retorted.

'This guy is ridiculous,' Satoru thought annoyed. 'Not even Jiraiya-Sensei is this ridiculous.'

"So, it's custom faded?" Sam asked from the diver's seat as Bobby leaned down to look at the male teen.

"Well, it's your first car so I wouldn't expect you to understand," Bobby told him before standing back up and made eye contact with Ron as the Senju rolled his eyes. "5 grand."

"Nope, I'm not paying over 4," Ron said as he crossed his arms while shaking his head. "Sorry."

"And what of this car, Bobby?" Satoru asked as he leaned against the race car after he rolled his blue eyes while putting his phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

"While seeing as it's a race car from the 1936 than it's about 10 grand," was the dealership owner answer.

'That's about right,' the silver haired adult thought before he handed the 10 grand and signed the paperwork that employ brought out to him.

"Greater then man..." the 17-year-old heard the radio play which had him looking at the Camaro with a raised eyebrow. "Get down and cover your head Son."

14 years of ninja training, 11 years of bounty hunting and 6 months missions had taught him to never question any thing and so without thinking about it, Satoru dropped to the ground while throwing his arms over his head as a high pitch sound came from the car. The silver haired teen stood up slowly noticing that the other three males where doing the same thing before Bobby turned slowly in a circle to see very car in the lot, minus the Camaro and Porshe, was windowless.

"4,000," he squeaked as he swirled around on his heels and held up 4 fingers.

A pair of blue eyes snapped towards the Camaro with a glare as Sam and Ron went inside to sign the paperwork for the car. The young Shinobi crossed his arms over his chest as he gave the disapproved look to the car that he now knew was not not normal.

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The Autobot Scout, Bumblebee, for reasons that he couldn't explain why he felt upset that he made the silver haired and blue eyed friend of Samuel James Witwicky disappointed with him. It also made him wonder how this boy could give a look that made him feel this emotion when the only one, who has been able to do that, up till now was his leader, Optimus Prime. There was also seems to be a problem that he was catching onto him thanks to him. Dear Primus, was he in trouble.

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"Satoru!" Sam called out as he run out waving a set of keys. "The car is mine!"

The Senju looked at Sam with a smile that felt fake to him.

"That's good Sam," he told him as he walked over to his own car. "Hey, I'll see you at home."

"Ok," agreed the young Witwicky with a nod.

Satoru watched as Sam got in, started the engine, and drove the Camaro out of the car dealership's lot. The smile fall from the Senju's face as he got into his own car and headed out of the dealership to an autoshop for paint and wax.

...My Line...

The Autobot Saboteur, Jazz, watched as his charge headed into the autoshop that they pulled to a stop in front of. He waited a few kilks before he opened up the com. unit to his team's leader.

::Jazz to Optimus Prime:: the Saboteur called.

::Optimus Prime here:: a deep baritone mechanical male answered back. ::Are you with the Senju boy?::

::Yes, sir:: Jazz answered as he saw the boy walk by the window with four cans of paints, two kinds of tap, two cans of wax, and a cloth for the wax. ::Optimus, I think that you should know that this boy has natural silver hair and electric aqua blue eyes::

::How is that possible?:: the Prime asked.

::Pit if I know:: answered the mech as the boy came back out with the items in bags that he put in the truck of the race car. ::All I know is that I ran a scan on him without his knowing cause I have not seen a human that coloring before and...it came back that it's his natural hair and eye color::

::That's add:: mumbled Optimus. ::But, anyways, keep a visual on him and find out what makes the Decepticons want him so bad for::

::Got it:: the mech said as the boy got it and he allowed the male human to start his engine. ::Jazz out::

Deciding to get some recharge after speaking with his leader Jazz allowed the silver haired mech that for some reason reminds him of a human mech teenage Optimus only with a temper to do the driving.

...My Line...

Once the Senju got home, he let out a sigh as he walked into the house from the back door while taking off his shoes that are always left by the door. Satoru threw his book bags on the dining room table with another sigh before the young Senju walked up a set of stairs and into his room. The electric aqua blue-eyed teen's room was designed to looked like a modern style bedroom to it.

The four walls were painted an ocean blue with a wave and sea life designs along the bottom in a sea green color. Against the right hand side wall sat the only Japanese thing which is a tomaru platform bed with blue sheets and pillowcases while the comforter was as silver as steel. His night side sat next to his bed holding his alarm clock and bedside lamp while against the left hand side wall sat a desk that held a cyan laptop that had been colored an ocean blue color with a sea foam green trident on top along with a few text books. Along the rest of the right side was a book shelf that had a few scrolls, books, and manga.

All of his furniture was made out of white oak that had been painted the colors of the sea with waves and sea life designs. The young Senju walked over to his dresser that sat near the bedroom door and pulled out a blue swim trunks that has a green waves designs. Satoru had always felt drawn to not only the colors of the sea, but also dark colors as well.

With a third sigh that day, the silver haired boy walked into his bathroom and stripped down before throwing on the swimming trunks along with an open short sleeve black muscle shirt. Once dressed, the blue-eyed teen looked into his mirror as he ran his fingers through his hair while staring at his reflection. With a fourth sight that day, Satoru walked out of the bathroom and down the flight of stairs heading for the back door where he threw on a pair of black flip flops before he headed out the door and to his car.