A/N: Hey everyone! Here is a crossover I've been working on while I was at camp. By the way, I've decided to give Obito some weapons from other popular movie and game characters. If you have a weapon that you would like to see Obito use, submit it in a review. Enjoy!

. . . . Oh and I don't own Naruto, The Legend of Zelda, or any of the tech from Assassin's Creed or Van Helsing. I only own my OC's.

The Land of Hyrule

Two figures, their features hidden beneath hooded cloaks, slowly made their way across the desert. The wind tossed the sand effortlessly into the sky, reducing their visibility. As a result, one of them tripped over something heavy and solid, falling flat on his face into the sand. Casting an eye over the object in question, Sheik found that it was a human body, the surrounding sand soaked in blood. Evidence of a battle, such as broken arrows and armor, littered the sands around him. Sheik turned the body over, and suddenly found herself staring into the face of a boy, about 17 years old, unconscious before her. The rhythmic rising and falling of his chest confirmed that he was indeed alive. Her companion, his face hidden beneath his bandages, drew a knife from it's sheath and advanced to the boy's exposed neck. The dagger's blade was within an inch of his throat when Sheik grabbed his arm. The look he gave her was one of complete outrage.

"What do you think you are doing? You most of all know the laws of our people. He is within the boundaries of our village. We cannot let this stranger live!" he growled, trying to wrench his arm out of her grip, but Sheik held firm. Sheik's visible eye glanced back toward the unconscious boy before focusing hard on her companion.

"There is something. . . . different about this one. We will take him with us."

With barely concealed disgust, he sheathed his weapon as she carried the boy over her shoulder. Sheik struggled for a moment under her burden, but managed to straighten herself without toppling into the sand.

"Marik, if you please?" Sheik asked. Her companion sighed before throwing a Deku nut. They vanished, along with their newly acquired visitor, in a puff of smoke.

Obito awoke to the sweet smell of freshly made tea. He was lying in a soft sleeping bag, next to a warm fire. Resting on the fire was a small kettle, from which steam gently floated upward from the spout. The ninja tried to sit himself up, when a great pain shot across his body. He gasped, wrapping an arm around his side when he suddenly realized that his body was covered in bandages. Next to him were his old clothes, stained crimson with blood, sending a chill down his spine. His precious goggles lay shattered beyond repair, while his leaf headband, adorned with a long horizontal slash across the symbol, was draped over his other weapons.

"Ah, you're finally awake." called a voice from the adjacent room. Obito tensed as a masked stranger entered the room. The stranger was garbed in a blue body suit, adorned with a red eye. Instinctively, Obito's hand went to his eye where the Sharingan was hidden. The stranger's hair and bandages hid most of their face, save for their right eye, which seemed to pierce his soul with it's red color. His breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of the weapons hanging from their belt, and he instinctively went to release his hidden-blade. But to his horror, he found that the device was not on his wrist. He started to back himself from the stranger, until he felt the cold stone of the wall against his back. The stranger stopped and held out their hands in a placating gesture.

"Please," the stranger said, "Do not be afraid, I'm here to help you."

Obito didn't move an inch, casting a glance at his weapons a mere five feet away. The stranger reached up and pulled the wrappings off their face, revealing the face of a woman, about 17 years of age, like him. Her red eyes held a sort fierce pride, but also something else, a softness and light hidden beneath that pride.

"Who are you?" Obito asked, entranced by her beautiful yet piercing eyes.

"My name is Sheik. I am part of a clan of warriors and assassins known as the Sheikah" she replied in a smooth voice.

"Were you sent here to kill me?" Obito shot back, causing her to laugh lightly at his retort.

"If I wanted to kill you, my friend, I would have done it already" she answered. She turned her attention to Obito's hidden –blade. "Your weapon is of a design unknown to our people. How did you acquire it?"

"A friend built it for me" he answered, silently thanking his friend Leonardo for that blade, which saved his life on a number of occasions. He tried to rise to his feet, but a searing pain flared across his chest. Sheik caught him before he could fall. She helped him to the sleeping bag, where she offered him a cup filled with a potion.

"Drink this," she urged, offering the cup, "It will help you heal."

Obito hesitated, but he took the cup, downing it in a few gulps.

Sheik remained silent, then asked, "What are you doing in Hyrule?"

"I left my village years ago, and for the past few years I have learned the ways of other warriors."

"Which brings you here." Sheik finished. Obito nodded.

"Have you no other family?" she asked. Obito shook his head. Deep in her heart, she grieved for the boy, knowing his pain.

"Do you wish to stay and become one of us? Do you wish to become a Sheikah like me?"

Obito thought for a moment before nodding, a grin spreading over his face. "I am young, I will learn."

A/N: So . . . what did you think? BTW I am making Sheik her own person so she's not Zelda in this fic. Remember to read and review, and feel free to suggest some weapons that you would like to see Obito wield, but they must be bladed weapons wielded by a famous character. Thanks for reading!