A/N: Still I return again! Things have been absolutely crazy for me as of the last few months what with the surgeries and all, but now at long last, I feel I can devote my attentions to this fic anew as I've intended to do! Of course, now that they're not cutting me OPEN anymore to work on my heart I've also come up with a quite a few new ideas! I can promise ya'll that the next few chappys are going to be nothing short of absolutely brilliant! So sorry for the wait! There's a bit of a long author's note this time, because there are a few matters I want to address.

But I also want to bring something to your attention. I've been putting this off for a while, but this needed to be done. I have PURGED many of my older works and begun updating those that truly are works of art. That's right, I've either deleted or adopted off many of the stories that I will no longer be continuing. Fear not, my most popular fics will remain, but most of my old stuff from back in 2008 and 2009, when I had no idea what I was doing is being all but removed from the site. Out with the old, in with the new, as they say! Still, if anyone is interested in any of my old stuff, say the word and its yours to continue. But I've held ya'll up long enough!

Now that we've addressed all those issues, I just wanted to say: Thank you. To all of you who reviewed and have yet to review, and especially those who noticed my improved writing style. You all know who you are. I look forward to hearing more from you as we continue down the strange, convulted path that is this story. I honestly cannot believe I've already gotten so many reviews for the first chapter alone, and now its so damn high I could cry with joy! Hopefully I won't dissapoint you guys!

Which brings me to my next point of interest. I'm sick. Really sick of getting flak from people for dedicating time and precious resources to my works, only to be assailed by those who are always dissapointed that I'm not going to stick to canon in some of my stories. This is fanfiction, damnit!

The latest chapter of Imperfection is a prime example of this and its beginning to grate on my last nerve. So, I...say this. I'm DONE. Just, done. If ya'll don't want to read some of my works then I won't grace you with them. My health is atrocious, and I'm STILL dedicating time to this site, knowing that some like my works. But I'm sick and tirned of all the hate I've been gettingin this last year- which is seriously causing me to wonder whether I should just drop this site altogether and move on. I dunno. Maybe I just don't like it when I've devoted so much time to something and a large group of people dedicate themselves to tearing it down. Who knows?

Truth be told, I got the idea for the concept by getting a glimpse at the preview of a certain show. Eternity it was called. I'd been planning on a Pacific Rim crossover for some time but when I was able to glimpse the footage I just thought, hey this could work. And thus, this idea was born. Again, I own nothing! Now...

...behold the fruits of my labor!

"You need only one blow to end an enemy...so long as it is the right one."

~Sage.

Monster

Eternity.

A time without end.

Eternal.

Endless; interminable. A being without beginning or end. Continuing without interruption. Perpetual. The act of constantly existing. In some cases, this pertains to immortality. A state of being without end. In others, an endless cycle of rebirth. Long has humanity aspired to claim this state of being, constantly striving to find ways to extend their lifespan beyond that of the mundane and mortal.

They have yet to succeed.

Countless experiments ended in immediate failure or worse, blighted results not fit for the eyes of their world. Cloning didn't work. Gene therapy didn't work. Cryogenic freezing was also a failure. Despite their very best of intentions and major scientific advancements in the last decade, there were no breakthroughs. Eventually even this interest in this field died out as interest waned; as more and more of the still burgeoning population began to turn their attention to more mundane matters such as the cure for cancer and other life-threatening diseases.

In a way Uzumaki Naruto found their feeble efforts to be rather ironic, especially given his unique position in the world of today. Why would you want to live forever? It just made living all the more painful. Better to live a short and meaningful life than to suffer through a long one-a hellish existence full of pain and anguish. So he drifts, and he watchs the worl float by.

He's a beast apart, something not man-nor monster. A hybrid. But even can't understand why the rest of the human race wants to live forever. The longer you're alive-the longer you're alone. He pondered this as he dragged himself out of the San Francisco Bay, naked as the day he'd been born. He's just died. Car accident. One of the few days he'd decided to take the ol' Porsche out for a spin, and he got himself clobbered by a drunk driver at a stoplight. A tractor trailer, no less.

And yet, here he he was, slogging out of the bay, nine miles from his accident. No matter how or where he died he always seemed to reincarnate-if it could truly be called that-in the most random of places. He'd lost his life in Japan this time, yet here he was, halfway around the world. Just like that. It usually meant something big was about to happen. The last time he'd woken up somewhere new was when the Americans dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. Now here he was in San Francisco, the golden gate bridge at his back.

Shivering, he stumbled out onto the stony bank, halting after only a few yards at a nearby fence.

A wave of his hand summoned forth a towel and new set of clothes from the seal on his arm. Pair of blue jeans, underwear, a dark shirt, and a leather jacket. Naruto donned them slowly and methodically-going through the same motions as he had a hundred times before. This was his thousandth death. He supposed he should ought to count himself fortunate. Whatever cruel and calllous trick fate was playing on him...it didn't seem to be through with him just yet.

But he was tired of being kept in his body against his will. He'd done everything right-absorbed the menace that threatened his homeland; taken it into himself to prevent it from ever spreading again. That was his very first death. The first of many. He hadn't thought much of it at first-that he was simply reborn seconds after his death, the old body he'd inhabited turning to ash at his passing. Now, countless years after the end of that era, after his time, he was still here.

He knew it had to be for a reason but what was that reason?

For the longest time he'd confined himself to Japan, trying to do good where he could and keep a low profile. And what did it get him? Scorn. There were rules they said. Couldn't do that, they said. Everywhere he tried to turn he was behest by naysayers, by those who didnt want-or need-the help he could provide. So eventually he just...stopped. Stopped caring. Listening. He'd confined himself to his own goals, his own tasks, awhile, as the world rotted around him.

He won't sit idly by while others come to tell him of his failure. He swings his legs over into the jeans, grimaces and stands. A dizzying wave of vertigo hits him, sending the world spinnning like a top. Its always like this whenever he is "born" again. The crushing nausea, the illness. It always passes. He takes some breaths and wills himself to not lose his footing. He won't reach out for support. He doesn't need it. Won't accept it. There is no need. None at all.

"Aw."

"Eh?"

Raising his gaze, he found himself looking at something...unexpected.

The shrouded black creature fluttered onto the fence, clattering the metal with its claws and stirring the morning air.

"Shoo." he motioned at the beast.

"Aw!"

It cocked its head, wings snapping at its side before letting out a sharp piercing caw.

"No," he snapped at it. "I'm not happy. Why would I be?"

"Aw?"

"We are not having this conversation. I can't believe I'm even talking to ya. People will think I'm crazy! Me! A successful businessman, talking to a damned bird! Might as well be in a mental institution!" That much, was true. Not the crazy part; the part about being filthy stinking rich. Over the years he'd created several alliases for himself, one of which he was still using to this day. Uzumaki Naruto wasn't his name here. Not in this era-in this age he was Namikaze Minato, head of Namikaze Industries, a private creator/contractor of cutting edge, chakra-based technology in Japan. His chakra.

Gotta love those copyrights.

Money meant nothing to him, howver. It was merely a means by which to live. Reputation didn't bother him either; so what if the world saw him as a cold, unfeeling cynic? He took a tiny bit of pride in knowing that this tech helped the people of his homeland, but nothing more.

"Aw?!"

Naruto frowned up at the damned crow and its persistence, glaring at its noisy behavior. He reached down to pull a stone off the bank, tossing the small pebble menacingly. He grumbled softly to himself reaching up to toss the tiny rock into the air at the crow's feet below the fence and shoo the thing away.

"Get outta here! Get!" His hand whipped about.

The crow's feet shifted, wings rising once more to intimidate the intruder. The cawing persisted, small black eyes staring at the the shinobi indifferently.

"Alright, that's it!"

Naruto snarled, finally tossing another pebble completely at the bird. It smacked against the metal fence and the crow lifted into the air squawking in protest before shooting past him down the alleyway to land safely in a corner of trash and filth.

"Nothing but a rat with wings, you are." He called after it.

The crow fluffed in offense, its neck elongating to shoot a nasty caw back at him.

Naruto opened his mouth to reply-

And all hell broke loose.

The crow cawed once more and took off, fleeing from some unseen force. Naruto didn't have long to ponder what this new threat was.

Suddenly, and without warning, the waters of the bay erupted. Everything happened too fast after that. A great hulking creature, tall as a skycraper and twice as wide, dragged itself out of the ocean, smashing through the Golden Gate Bridge as it hauled its hulking bulk onto dry land. Uzumaki Naruto, despite all that he'd seen and said and done over the centuries of his endless reincarnation-was stricken speechless. His brain refused to believe, to comprehend, what it was seeing. And when it finally did, he only managed one sound:

Naruto whistled softly.

"Well, that's...new."

This thing was a monster, plain and simple. Words alone couldn't even begin to quantify the enormity -or deformity- of this big brute-only that it seemed intent upon one thing, as its slavering jaws crunched down upon a building, tramping dozens of terrified bystanders beneath its bulk. There was no offering of peace from this alien entity. No offer of parley. It had only one purpose.

Destruction.

For a long moment Naruto considered just leaving the city to its fate; he'd never felt much for the Americans. But a thorn of pride pricked him and held him back. Thanks to his new tenants, it was well and truly within his power to stop this creature. It might be difficult after all these years, yet surely he was up to the task. He could hear their screams even from here, feel their terror. Anxiety. Fear. No. he shook his head. Its not my fight. I'm done playing the hero.' He tried to ignore the sounds. Those of children weeping. Mothers screaming. 'Its not my fight. Not my fight, not-

He could hear a little girl crying.

In that instant, as he watched it lay wast to the bay area, something stirred. People were screaming. Crying. Dying. Was he really going to leave them? He supposed he already knew that answer. Sapphire eyes stained themselves a sick, slitted scarlet. The dark chakra he'd kept locked away all these years came roaring back. He started walking back into the water, forsaking his newly dried clothes as the change began. Bones popped and bulged, his skeleton forcibly rearranging itself as he began to grow to inhuman proportions.

By the time he was completely submerged, his body was almost completely covered in orange fur, shimmering with bleak energies, dread energies that burned his flesh and twisted his mouth into a snarling snout. He'd not felt this for ages, adrenaline burning through his veins as he slogged forward into a run. This was but one of the nine inhabiting him. The strongest. Containing the Juubi had been impossible, he'd been forced to alll but separate it back into its lesser forms. And seal those forms within himself.

The bay was surprisingly deep. It hid him well, his body little more than a dark shape beneath the water. The monster, whatever it was, paid no attention to him, focused instead on wreaking as much havoc as possible on the shoreline while it could. It neither saw now the massive fox lurking behind it until it was far too late. With a long, triumphant roar, Kurama emerged from the water, nine tails lashing as the shore, propelling it at the monstrosity with all the speed of a hellfire missile.

It saw the Kaiju and swiveled down to sink its teeth deep into its neck, those deadly fangs plunging through muscle and sinew and bone as though they were made of wet tissue paper. A single bite. That was all it took to get the things attention. Then the beast went berserk. It bucked, writhing against this new and unexpected foe. But its body was too large, unable to reach around and pluck off the larger beast slamming it down to the concrete, then the ground, then the sand, then the water...

Naruto wrenched again, yanking the strange creature away from the city and into deeper water. His gums stung from where they'd tasted the thing's blood, his regeneration working frantically to restore his teeth even as the beast blundered around toward him. Naruto opened his maw and spat. The partially formed bijudama sheered straight through his prey, leaving its body to crumple like a house of cards.

The Kaiju Lost its footing and toppled sideways, away from the city and back into the bay. The water boiled, reacting to the mixture of salt and the abomination's corrosive blood. The motions of its large arms became less and less coordinated. Its mishappen skull began to sink below the waves. He didn't wait. Scarce had it fallen than he began to charge another blast, this one swelling before his snout in a tide of dark onyx. Feeble, the beast tried to rise-

Naruto roared and fired again.

The year was 2013. The month of August. Today was the eleventh day.

The day Trespasser hit San Francisco.

A/N: There we go! My first official NarutoxPacific Rim Crossover! Not sure if Naruto is going to get his own jeager or not. I'll leave that to ya'll. Pairing is NarutoxMako, folks! Hope ya'll enjoy all of the insane monster fighting action that is to come! Also, a fair bit of humor, as you'll see. It explores what happened before the movie and of course, during it.

So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly? And of course...enjoy the Preview!

(Preview)

"This is crazy. You know that, right? You're fucking crazy. Giant robots? That shit'll never work."

Naruto cocked his head aside at Stacker Pentecost and fought the urge to laugh. The man was quiet. Authoritative. British. Everything he loathed. He'd never been one for authority, and this new JAEGER program quite literally smacked of it. Figures. he thought. You do one good deed and the world thinks you're a saint. Make one mistake, and yer the fucking devil. He had offered his own plan, one that was vying with that of this odd and, in his opinion, doomed to fail.

His was better. Take the other biju out of him-save Kurama-and use it to empower eight new Jinchuuriki. of his choosing Creatures far superior to...bots made of tin.

The pilot looked him up and down with thinly veiled scorn. "This coming from a green recruit."

"Recruit...?" The hybrid spat, took another long drag of his cigar. Then he blew smoke in the man's face. "With all due respect, I got the first Kaiju kill." A gloved finger thrust itself into the man's uniformed chest. "That gives me bragging rights. And besides, my plan is better."

Stacker Pentecost looked on the verge of apocalyptic fury.

"Bloody hell, do you hear yourself?! Are you insane?!"

"Not at all." Naruto laughed; it was a soft, throaty sound. "I'm just saying. What better way to fight monters...

Blue eyes flashed red.

...than with actual monsters?"

R&R =D