A/N: Hello there, dear reader! I was recently presented with an interesting idea for a NarutoxShigenki no Kyojin crossover. I'm sure most of you have already read "I'm only Human" of course but this story flows in an entirely different vein. At first, I wasn't going to try it at all. Unfortunately, what with being laid off now, I have far too much time on my hands so I figured what the hell. You may also notice I've teamed up with someone this time. I've agreed to help co-write this for a new author, someone who's relatively new to the Fanfiction scene. His name is Vfsmark, and I, being the good soul that I am, decided to lend him a hand with this story. We sincreley hope you enjoyed our combined effort!
And on that note...
...away we go!
"I get the succint feeling I'm not in Konoha anymore...
~?
Prologue
"Obito!"
The sound of his name brought Uchiha Obito back to consciousness. Just barely. His mind hung by a thread, tethered only by the sound of his name being called. It would be so easy to drift off now-to just let sleep take him and enfold him in its velvety embrace. He'd fought well, hadn't he? Proved that he was worthy of the Uchiha name? Of course he had. He'd done his best, given it his all. Everyone would be proud of him back in the village. His parents, his clan, Minato, Kakashi, maybe even...
"Obito!"
Persistence paid off in the end, however, giving him the strength needed to fight off death's grasp.
"Obito, don't you do this! Stay with me!"
Rin? The blackness in the corners of his vision seemed to recede as her pleasant voice, piqued now in panic, pierced the fog in his mind.What am...where am I..nrrgh?!
The next thing the young Uchiha noticed was the excruciating, crushing pain in the right half of his body. Oh, right. Now he remembered. he'd pushed Kakashi out of the way of a falling boulder. That's why being awake hurt so damned much, caused him this pain. Ha! Pain was a massive understatement. This wasagonypure and simples; terrible and unbearable, filling every fiber of his being, threatening to end him at any moment. By some miracle he could still feel his arm and leg on that side, his fingers and toes wriggling when he tried to move them. He must've broken some ribs or worse...gods this hurt!
Gradually his sight resolved into more meaningful shapes, blurs and shadows morphing into the face of his teammate. She was staring down at him, her eyes wide and filled with tears. Why was she crying for him, he'd wondered? Weren't those tears wasted on someone like him?
"Rin...
The young kunocihi started when he called
"Rin...you should -no, you have to run. Get away from here. Reinforcements must be on the way…." He coughed weakly, flecks of blood staining his lips from the effort. "You need to escape. Take Kakashi and run. I can't get free."
He managed to turn his face enough to see the tears well up in her eyes.
"Go, Rin. Find Kakashi and leave me."
As if summoned by his words, sudden shock of white suddenly appeared in his peripherals, flinging itself recklessly over the mound of boulders he was buried under.
"Rin! He's right, we need to leave now!" Kakashi's voice was frantic, a testament to how much trouble they were in if the "cool genius" was starting to lose his composure. He hastily grabbed Rin and tossed her over his shoulder before she could react, swiftly making his way out of the rocky grave Obito lay in.
"Obito! No!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a present for you promotion Kakashi. Maybe in the next life huh?" That got a watery chuckle from the older boy.
"Yeah, maybe." And with that he disappeared over the edge of the pit and out of sight.
The sound of steel crashing against steel greeted Obito's ears almost immediately afterwards. A wet gurgle resounded just outside his rocky tomb, punctuated by the sounds of steel meeting steel.
"NO! NO! NO!" The reinforcements can't be here already! Desperate, he of tried to wiggle out from under the immense weight of the rocks stacked on top of him but it's no use. Too much. Too heavy. Too weak. Despite the clash of steel is silenced momentarily, only to be replaced by a far more chilling sound. A thousand birds chirping, all at once. Then silence. Not that. Anything but that. If there was noise then he could at least think about the outcome of the battle. But if there was no sound, none at all then that must mean...
They're dead. He'd failed. They'd all failed. Failed to complete their mission but more than that; failed to survive and make it back together. He could feel the darkness pressing down around him, the sorrow threatening to break him entirely. His right eye, the one uncrushed by the boulder, began to ache. Everything was blurring around him now; bending, warping, twisting...
This time when the blackness came, he didn't fight it.
Obito's eyes fluttered open a small eternity later, seemingly of their own accord. The boy almost wished they hadn't. He found himself staring not at the forest canopy of his demise but rather a wooden ceiling indicitave of someone's home-his body laid out on a soft bed and matress. Sparsely decorated furnishings hung about him, what little he could see without raising his head. Was he dead? No. A jolt of pain down his spin shattered that illusion. If he was dead, truly dead and gone, then he wouldn't be in so much pain. If he were dead, his arm and leg wouldn't feel so...odd.
What in the world...?
A quick glance down the at himself confirmed that his right arm and leg were bound up in a cast, the entire side of his body sheathed in bandages that had be at least several inches thick. Ah. So that was why the right side of his body felt so off. Hissing in pain as he became more and increasingly aware of his surroundings, every breath grinding the shattered bones grinding together, he managed to sit himself upright enough to lean his body weight back against the pillow and headboard. Everything hurt, his limbs, ribs, even his eyes were sore! Someone must've treated his wounds, he realized.
But that meant he was alive. And if he was alive, then someone must've pried his body out from under the boulder, which also meant they'd brought him here-wherever here was-also meaning...
I'm about to meet them.
A heartbeat later his words proved prophetic.
"It's about time you showed some signs of life, you stubborn brat."
Obito squinted through eyes that felt filled with shards of glass to regard the one who had spoken to him; to finally become aware of the dark-haired man standing at the foot of his bed. He wasn't alone. He stood there surrounded by others. The lone constant among them seemed to be the dark green cloak they woere, and their hardened gazes. But the dark-haired man stood out amongst them somehow-Obito couldn't put his finger on it, but there was just something about him that suggested the aura of command.
"Who are...?"
"Levi." The dark-haired man answered. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, kid."
"You're...happy?!" Obito's deadpan was barely concealed. Well, he certainly didn't look it! In fact, if one were to glance at Levi, they wouldn't have thought much of him at all. Short, with straight black hair, sharp eyes and an almost perpetually disinterested expression caused him to look as though he wasn't interested in anything or downright apathetic, despite the contrary. He almost reminded Obito of Kakashi in a way; minus the silver hair, though he'd never have said that aloud. Kakashi. Just the thought of his old teammate was almost enough to bring tears back to his eyes. If his friend's scream had been anything to go by then Kakashi was almost certainly dead, and Rin with him. As for himself he was here in this place...where the hell was here anyway?
"Oi, Erwin." Levi grunted, not giving him any time to process those words, "Get the doc in here. Kid's awake."
Obito started as the door swung open, admitting another individual.
Whereas Levi's appearance contrasted his demeanor, this commander proved the exact opposite. Stoic and stern with short cropped blonde air and grey eyes, he radiated a no-nonsense aura, one of command and cold logic. And yet there was no hint of menace about him as he approached the bed and knelt to face Obito. None whatsoever.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Considering I got crushed by a boulder?" Obito frowned. "Shitty." Ordinarily he wouldn't have cursed at all, but suffice it to say losing his friends had made him more than a little grouchy! To his disbelief, his deadpann didn't earn him a beating. Quite the contrary! A slight smile quirked at the commander's visage, like a fine crack etching across a stone's surface.
"Understandable."
"He's awake?!"
Begrudgingly, the Scouting Corps made way for a brown haired woman, wearing thick glasses and the same brown, and white uniform as the other two men. Bodies shuffled aside as she pushed forward to the center of the room, all but rushing the foot of the bed in her haste to meet him.
"I see you're as lively as ever, Hanji-san." Erwin replied, unmoved by the exuberant display.
"Of course commander!" Without pause or preamble she turned the full weight of her goggled gaze upon Obito.
"Glad to see you up and about, boy." her hazel eyes practically twinkled with interest. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it."
'Well, at least that makes two of us.' Obito though morosely before his thoughts drifted back towards the unfortunate fate of his longtime friends. Rin...Kakashi...they were dead. Gone. It all his fault; how was he going to tell Minato-sensei that they'd perished because of him? How? The questioned welled up inside him like a pit, blotting out all else. Sensei would hate him for this. Surely. All the same, there was nothing he could do to but mourn their loss the only way he knew how. With tears. He felt his fists crumple around the edges of his sheets until they drew blood, staining them crimson around the edges.
Damnit...
Abruptly the door swung open for what he sincerely hoped was the last time, admitting a scholarly looking, bespectacled man with long dark hair. Obito was too bereft to lend the fellow further description. Perhaps this was the doctor Levi-sand had spoken of. Perhaps not. Regardless, he couldn't bear the thought of a stranger seeing his sorrow. Just who were these people that had taken him in, anyway? None of them wore hitiate at all and yet, they carried themselves like a collective unit. Mercenaries, then? If that was the case, then who was this? Only one way to find out.
"And just who might you be, sir?" Obito swiftly scrubbed at his eyes, finding himself asking the same question for must've been the upteenth time since he'd finally opened his eyes. There were too many faces and names to remember here; more and more he found himself ill at ease. Just who were all these people? What interest did they have in him? More importantly, what did they want with him? Too many questions! Not enough answers!
"Grisha Jaeger." the man replied with a kindly smile. "I'm a doctor; the one who tended your wounds." He gestured at the crowded guest room. "This is my home."
"So?" Obito didn't waste any time asking the obvious; he'd never been one to beat around the bush to begin with. "Am I," And here he did swallow, "Going to lose anything?"
The doctor sighed and adjusted his spectacles.
"Well, the good news is that your right arm and leg will be just fine. You'll have to wear a cast for them, and you'll be bedridden for a few weeks. The bad news is that your muscles have been severely damaged; they'll heal in time, but they'll never be as strong as they once were on that side. Considering what happened to you, you're lucky to be alive at all." He looked like he might've said more, had not that damned door opened for still a third time! Obito was just about to protest the seemingly neverending flow of visitors when he heard the newcomer speak.
"How's he doing, dear?" A woman's voice asked from around the bend.
"Better than expected, given the circumstances." Grisha replied.
"Great." Levi grumbled crossly to himself. "As if we didn't have enough people in here already."
Obito craned his neck round in vain to search for the newcomer; the motion proved almost impossible with his battered body. It wasn't until they'd nudged their way through the throng of bodies that he was finally able to get a good long look at their facce. Once more, the young Uchiha found himself jolted by an eerie sense of familiarity. Much to his disbelief he found himself peering at a middle-aged woman, her heart-shaped visage bearing dark eyes and framed by even darker hair, a sea of ebony locks cascading down her back and dress. Was she an Uchiha, he wondered? No, that wasn't possible. Every single one of his clan members always had a chronic case of the dreaded "stick up their ass" disease. Honestly, the females were even worse!
Whereas this woman seemed positively placid.
"I thought you might be hungry." she pushed a plate of piping hot food into his lap.
Despite his wounds, Obito flushed.
"Th-Thank you, ma'am." he said, stunned by her generosity.
"Ara, aren't you polite?"
"Yes ma'am." Poor Obito; he was practically salivating as meal's warm aroma reached his nose. "My parents raised me to always respect my elders."
Levi snorted, looking almost as if he were amused.
"So I'm your elder, huh?" Carla idly asked as she sat down on the edge of his bed. "I didn't think I was that old."
"Err…Umm… No ma'am?" Obito recounted lamely, embarrassment coloring his face.
"Relax young man. My wife was teasing." Grisha stated, humor coloring his voice. "Eren, come in here and introduce yourself to our guest."
At Doctor Jeager's insistence, a little boy of about nine years old shuffled slowly into the room, his green eyes warily flicking across the room. He appeared to have a reverential attitude towards the members of the Scouting Legion in the room, every time he glanced their direction his eyes lit up with barely concealed curiosity and delight. It was only when he approached the bedside that he made eye contact with Obito. Upon realizing that he wasn't one of the adults in the room he seemed to relax a bit, his brilliant green eyes filled with curiosity.
"I'm Eren." he introduced himself without preamble, punctuated immediately thereafter by a question. "What happened to your face?"
This time both Levi and Erwin let fly with amused snorts, Hanji smiled, Grisha looked highly amused, while Carla looked affronted.
"Eren Jaeger! That's not something you ask in polite conversation!"
"But, Mom! It looks all squished… Were you fighting Titans?!" Carla apparently decided she'd heard enough of that talk as she grabbed Eren's arm and escorted him out of the room.
Erwin's expression changed to serious.
"That's something I'd like to ask you as well young man. We found you outside Maria lying facedown in a field. Were you attacked by Titans?"
Obito took a few seconds to ponder the information before speaking.
"Two questions: who is Maria, and what the hell is a Titan?"
The shocked expressions he received in return were not comforting answers. Without thinking, he activated his Sharigan, ignoring the gasps his newfound eyes earned him. None. None of them had the slighest flow of chakra in their bodies; not even Erwin and Levi. Everything suddenly made sense. No mention of shinobi. The lack of hitiate, no chakra of any sort. This talk of Titans, and the strange way everyone was looking at him, not to mention the primitive tending of his wounds. It all made sense now!
"Oh man." The young Uchiha gulped, feeling a bleak pit growing in his stomach. "I'm...
...not in the Elemental Nations anymore, am I?"
AN: And there you have it. Uchiha Obito has arrived in the Shingeki no Kyojin universe! Will this affect things for good or ill? Now, I know some of you might cry foul, that you might say Obito was BADLY maimed by that boulder. Ah, but that is what fanfiction is for, is it not? The power of one's imagination! Now, a word from my co-writer. He's the one who came up with this idea in the first place!
Vsf: Howdy hey everyone! VSFMark here! Thanks for reading! That's the prologue for you! Big huge shoutout to NeonZangetsu! This story wouldn't exist without him! He's been such a huge help editing this, (he even inspired me to write it with his fic "I'm Only Human.") So in the Prologue we see Obito lose his teammates and find himself surrounded by strangers asking questions he doesn't know the answer to! I'm really looking forward to this story shaping up! It's an incredible feeling seeing my thoughts and ideas about this story finally hitting paper! It's my first attempt at writing fiction so bear with me. I hope you like it. So for a little clarification for the readers out there, Obito has both of his eyes in this fic, there just wasn't enough time for Rin to do the surgery before the situation there went south.
Secondly, Obito's right arm and leg are badly broken. Not crushed to a pulp like in cannon. Just for the sake of not handicapping the protagonist a bit of tweaking was necessary. Thirdly NeonZangetsu and I have been debating who should be paired with Obito, or if he should be paired at all. My list of potential pairs are: Mikasa, Sasha, Annie, Petra, and Mina. Now before all the cannon hounds howl at the moon about a Obito/Mikasa pairing being impossible because of her obsession with Eren, have faith. I have a brilliant plan to integrate in naturally if I do say so myself. I'd love to hear your opinions about which pair, and the story in general! Here's my profile URL so you can PM me with questions/comments/concerns since this story is being published on NeonZangetsu's profile. Thanks for reading, stay tuned!
NZ: And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed this first taste of things to come!
So, in the immortal words of Atlas...
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