A God Awakening: Naruto x Tomb Raider Crossover
Disclaimer: This story is fiction, all the characters, names and places belong to their respective owners.
M-Rated: Blood, gore, and among other things.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Names of Things
"Memory Lane"
"Demonic Voice"
(Thought Bubbles)
Important Stuff
This story is dark! Naruto Namikaze is uncaring to others and very, very deadly! This story is set in the reboot of Tomb Raider (2013), and no, you don't need to fully know that story is about to understand this as it becomes AU of sort. I will try to explain thing as I go along as usual.
=[A God Awakening]=
New Assignment
"A famous explorer one said that the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are. I'd finally set out to make my mark; to find adventure. But instead, adventure found me."
"And this adventure… is it over?"
"No; not by a long shot," she replied.
XxXxX
"GARGHHH," the blond-haired man roared as the held blade dig deeper into his thigh trying to find the metal slug that managed to pierce through his skin moment ago. Twisting left and right in the muscle tendons, the metal edge of the weapon finally found its mark. With a powerful tug by his hand, he was able to expel it from his leg along with a small chunk of his own flesh. The small knife flew out of his grip in the process as he brushed away the sweats that now covered his forehead. It was painful, but needed.
"You shouldn't have done that," the blond said with some anger. He was looking up at his attacker and down the barrel of a gun. He exhaled deeply, feeling his body trying to heal itself as it usually did. The bullet wound in his thigh closed rapidly as muscles and tissue fiber regenerated and reattaching itself with incredible speed. If he didn't take the bullet out then, the flesh would heal over that and become very difficult to remove later. The impossible feat caught the attention of his attacker.
"What the hell are you?" the slightly shocked bearded man called out, waving his handgun side to side and could not believe what he was seeing. The ground shook as the chamber they were in had become much more unstable, forcing him to lose his balance as his shoulder collided with the corridor's harden stone wall.
The blond saw this as his chance and quickly placed both of his foot firmly to the cobber floor in a crouching position. He immediately lurched forwards, tackling the gunman down to the earth as dirt and sands fell off the side walls from the rumbling. He managed to knock off the gun from his attacker and impacted his fist against that person's jaw. It was powerful enough to dislocate it and possible shattered some bones as his keen hearing heard the crunch. He then smashed downward at the laying man, but missed the head as the stone tiles broke apart from the enraged fist.
"Holy shit, you monster," the one who evaded saw what that fist had done to the ground. There was no possible way for someone to do that without breaking their wrist in the process.
"Yeah, I probably am," the blond said. He didn't know why he had such power. He only had memories to a few years back and nothing before that. Without further delay, the air around them circulated into one of his palm. The phenomenon became clearer as the air pressure increased. It then spiraled into a small sphere, about the size of a softball, as he held that hand up while the other held the other man down. No one could break out of his inhuman strength.
"What the fuck is that?" the person pressed to the ground asked with panic. He was shocked that his former-partner could do something like this. They had teamed up to find this tomb deep beneath the surface. When they reach the end of the catacomb with the goal in sight, where wealth and treasures filled the floor, he decided to kill off his partner. Unfortunately, it didn't go as plan as he only managed to shot the blond in the leg. A flying knife from his partner jammed his gun afterward, and then everything just went downhill from there.
The blond didn't reply as it was pointless to explain his ability. Instead, he slammed the sphere into the person beneath him right in the chest. Ribcage and flesh were shredded by some invisible blade and quickly turned its target into a bloody mess. The blond rolled off the dead man, avoiding the spurts of crimson liquids. He pulled himself up to the side wall, rubbing his leg as the damage had not completely healed yet.
"FUCK! Can't believe I got double crossed! I'm the one who do the double crossing, what the fuck!" the blond shouted at the deceased. The rumbling of the tunnel stopped after a few more minutes while he regulated his breathing once more and drank some liquid from a container by his side.
"Greg, you moron. How long have we known each other? I would have share at least 10-90, heck, 20-80 if you asked nicely. Now what you have? Nothing, you're dead, dumbass," the blond scolded the carcass before picking up the lit torch by his side. Amazingly, the fire didn't go out when they had their little disagreement and fell out of his hand.
"Whatever, at least I got nice haul this time," he muttered, walking over the Greg's body and into the chamber. He quickly spun to the side, dodging a metal disc that came out from its hidden spot in the wall that previously closest to him. It almost sliced his body in half as he sweated a little, seeing the still spinning blade.
"How the fuck did they make this with sticks and stones?" the blond asked, looking at the spinning disk. He then looked at the neatly tiled floor ahead and felt that it probably was filled with traps if he stepped on it. He decided to do the right thing and make use of the dead body of his partner by picking it up and throwing it onto those suspicious stone. Spears erupted below, piercing the carcass as the blond clapped his hand together with a smile. He walked to that carcass and reuses it to clear out more traps. After a while, he finally reached his goal.
"Okay, let see," he muttered as he took out several small scrolls by his waist. He unfurled one, placing it onto the floor. He then started piling as much jewels, gems, or anything valuable on it before doing a hand seal, making them disappeared in a white puff of smoke, leaving only the scroll behind. He looked at the new sketches in the previous blank sheet with a smile.
"Sure beats carrying backpack around, huh Greg… oh right," he said, looking to his side and remembered he just killed his partner only a moment ago. The blond frowned a little at that and quickly repeated with other blank scroll, claiming all the treasures in sight. Before long, the vault of the tomb was emptied. He walked back out through the same way and kneeled before Greg's body. With some sighing, he did another hand seal and inhaled. Seconds later, Greg's body was set alight, quickly turning to ash as he exited down the corridor. The blocked entrance by falling rocks didn't hinder his progress at all as he just carved out another exit through them.
XxXxX
"Where is your partner, Greg, Naruto?" A much older man in a very expensive suit asked once the blond entered the private room. A massive glass window was behind him, letting much sunshine in, giving the man some sort of bright glow. The suit was sitting behind his intricate patterned and well ornate desk. It was situated at one end in a nicely decorated room, housing many other expensive furniture and objects. Naruto smiled a little as he sat down on one of the comfortable sofa to the side wall.
"Dead… how much did you pay him to get rid of me?" Naruto asked, looking at his employer with indifferent.
"What do you mean?" the man denied the accusation from his seat. Naruto raised an eyebrow as several guards entered the room from the door and close it behind him. Naruto had a glance at them.
"Okay, my mistake. Let's move on. It was harder than I thought getting into that tomb and I almost die several times, but I got them as requested," Naruto said, turning back to the employer, ignoring the muscles thugs now standing in front of the only exit.
"Where is it?" the employer asked but Naruto shrugged a little at the request.
"My payment first… I believe 2 million, in cash; thank you very much," Naruto said, glancing around the room leisurely, checking out some of the painting.
"2 million? That wasn't the deal, it was-"
"I know Mr… whatever, a million… each, but since my partner is dead, and I don't think he would say anything about me taking his share; compensation if you will for the trauma I suffered. Plus, he also needs to pay for my medical bill after he tried to kill me," Naruto interrupted, looking lazily at the man. The suit huffed a little at the insult, but otherwise did nothing out of place.
"That's… very well," the man said after some self-reflection while Naruto was rubbing his fingernail with his thumb in one hand, not paying attention to the man. He watched the blond a few seconds before whipping out his phone, dialed some number and spoke into it.
"Your money will be here soon, Tomb Raider Naruto," the man said after finishing the conversation with his phone. He had ordered them to get the money for the blond as well as getting some more guards to await orders. Naruto overheard that with his sharp hearing, but was playing ignorance.
"Tomb Raider huh… I prefer Grave Robber to that, because it's more correct to what I did for this job. I break into people graves and steal their stuff so it could be displayed in some old geezer's home, probably just to impress his mistress due to his short coming," Naruto sneered a little, looking at his watch to check the time and didn't bother to notice the annoyed face of his employer. The blond had never failed a job and his reputation speaks for itself. Still, people still tried to kill him for one reason or another.
"You should be grateful that I'm paying you that much for it," the man said, suppressing his anger.
"Really? Even with my shitty appraisal skill, I still can estimated that I could get at least 5 million for them, but I'm too lazy selling bit by bit and the merchandise just too damn hot on me," Naruto snorted. He wasn't an archeologist or something along that line so he wouldn't know exactly, but he assumed it would be a lot from Greg's behavior.
The man decided not to speak to the blond anymore as it vexed him greatly. A few minutes went by before the door of the room opened up. Another goon entered with a briefcase this time. With a hand gesture from his boss, he opened it in front of the blond to check. Naruto looked at the bills, flipped through a few and nodded with approval as the brief case closed and handed to him.
"Now, where are they?" the employer asked.
"Oh that…" Naruto began with a smile, running up to the desk very quickly and sent a powerful kick at its front. The force pushed the heavy wooden furniture into the man, and both of them went out the shattered window. His bodyguards took out their gun in haste and tried to shoot the blond, who was jumping out the window as well along with the briefcase in one hand. With the other hand as he exited the window, he threw two deadly blades at the gunmen. Each of the blade found its mark in someone skull and soft brain matter within.
"AHHHHH," the man screamed as he fell out of his office on the top level of a multistory building. Naruto was falling close to his side with a smile on. The blond was watching the horror on his former employer's face. It was payback; pure and simple.
"The gold is here…" Naruto threw a locker key at the falling man, but he didn't bother to catch it. His arms and legs where doing something else, trying to fly perhaps.
" and this is for trying to kill me, asshole," Naruto called out as they both hit the pavement except Naruto landed on his feet sending up dirt and rubbles while the older man went splat, making a gruesome puddle with twisted limbs and bones. Everyone on the street screamed, seeing the bloody mess on the street, ignoring the blond altogether as he moved swiftly through the crowd hidden from sight.
XxXxX
"A moment of your time, Mr. Uzumaki," a Japanese man said, entering a hotel room. A few more men followed him behind, but they remained expressionless. The blond looked up from his bed at the trespassers with a frown. A naked woman squirmed under the blanket by his side as she was a little exhausted from their fun.
"Let me sleep a bit more," she muttered as Naruto shook her shoulder to wake her up.
"Sure if you're fine with all these men watching you and all," Naruto hinted as she opened her eyes slowly. She glanced at the menacing men in the room before shrieking. Everyone in the room remained impassive at the numbing sounds trying to destroy their eardrum.
Naruto had gotten out of Europe and stayed low for some time after he practically murdered one of the more influent members of that society. The deceased's family members were not happy, but they couldn't do much about at the time since they were preoccupied with the power vacuum he accidently created. Other prominent families took the given opportunity, and Naruto became a necessary evil of sort for that society. As long as they didn't try to double cross him, he wouldn't leave a trail of body in his wake. Still, there are people who wanted him dead… very badly.
"I am-," he was about to introduce himself, but Naruto interrupted.
"No need for the introduction, Mr. Nishimura. I was a bit surprise that you personally come to find me, but I'm honor that a powerful media tycoon like you would care about little old me," Naruto said with some pride. In his job, he knew many powerful people even though they might not know him personally. Nishimura was one of those powerful people who have ties to the police and mafia in the Japan.
"Okay, before we do this, can this girl go? I only get to know her for half a day, and she's not really my type, but I don't want to be alone in bed and I'm kind of done with her," Naruto requested with a grin. The girl would have slapped him there, but she was too frightened to. However, at least now, she stopped screaming.
"You must misunderstood, Mr. Uzumaki, I am here on business," Nishimura said after allowing the girl to go. She made quiet an exit without wearing her clothes as the goon actually smirked now.
"Okay, so what can I do for you?" Naruto said stoically while channeling strange energy through his body, readying for a fight. Business could mean many things in his profession; mostly in blood.
"You are the best retriever in your profession, I have heard much about you from my associates if I ever needed someone for the job as your success rate is always one hundred percent; you have never failed once you took on a task," Nishimura said.
"Uh huh, thanks for the compliment, I know what I do, Mr. Nishimura. You still haven't answered my question," Naruto replied, calming his nerve a little since it wasn't a fight they wanted. Nishimura ordered his men to leave the room and took out a small device. He pressed the play button.
"Mayday Mayday, this is the Endurance, we hit a severe storm, the ship is breaking apart… if anyone can hear this… we're…," was the sound came out from the audio device before a thunderous boom, then followed by metal breaking apart and then only static remained.
"Okay… nice shipwreck, you want me to salvage the ship?" Naruto asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn't the most bizarre job request he ever gotten, but it was close enough.
"That was a distress signal sent out from the research vessel Endurance a day ago. I acquired it through my media contact. The ship's last location was recorded to be somewhere in the Dragon's Triangle. I need you to retrieve someone, and I hope it's not too late to do so. I should never have allowed her to go on such expedition. I will pay you 5 million euro for your service," Nishimura offered.
"No thanks… that place is really dangerous. Besides, it might be better for search and rescue; you have a pull with them don't you? ... and she might already be dead," Naruto pointed out hesitantly. He didn't care much about a rich girl who wanted to go on some adventure, but he did care about money. If the amount was right, he would do it. However, that job seemed like a fool errand more than anything.
"I am a father, Mr. Uzumaki. Everything I done is for the wellbeing of my daughter. I might have spoiled her too much, but I still love her as a father should. If there is a chance she might still be alive, I will do everything in my power to hold onto that chance," Nishimura said. He also had search and rescue going around that area, but severe weather had hindered their effort, but the more helper the better. The blond before him had completed some seemingly impossible job from what he had heard.
"And if she's already dead?" Naruto asked. He didn't want to waste time to retrieve someone that was already dead.
"If that was the case, my wife needs closure, I need closure," Nishimura said as he knocked on the close door of the room. A man opened it and handed him a briefcase. He placed down that briefcase onto the bed and continued: "I know your reputation; Mr. Uzumaki. As long as you get pay, you will do the task to the best of your ability. Here is your payment, all in cash as you preferred, I hope you accept it."
Nishimura pushed the briefcase to the blond along the bed. Naruto grabbed it and opened the lid. He had a quick glance inside, seeing all the bills and shrugged a little.
"I need a boat… just a small one is fine," Naruto said as he accepted the payment and the job.
Author Note:
There you go, first chapter. Naruto isn't a tomb raider or grave robber per se, he's a retrieval specialist so if he was asked to retrieve treasures in a tomb; he would act like a tomb raider. Currently, he accepted a retrieval mission of one Samantha Nishimura (dead or alive).
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