Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Kane Chronicles (First ever Naruto/Kane Chronicles Crossover on this site!)

Honest to god (read as gods), I am surprised as fuck that nobody before me did a Naruto/Kane Chronicles crossover. It's like, if people do Percy Jackson Crossovers, why not Kane Chronicles? But I digress.

Chapter 2: Truth? Lies? Awake?

When Sadie had woken up, the police were rushing around, as was to be expected. They separated her from Carter, which she actually didn't particularly mind. She thought he was a massive pain in her ass. But then they locked her with the unconscious blonde in the curator's office for ages. And they used their bicycle chain to do it. 'Cretins,' Sadie thought.

She was shattered, of course. She had been knocked out by a fiery red bloke. She had watched her dad get packed in a sarcophagus and shot through the door. She tried tried to tell the police about all that, but did they care? No.

Worst of all: she had a lingering chill, as if someone was pushing ice-cold needles into the back of her neck. It had started when she looked at those blue glowing words Julius had drawn on the Rosetta Stone and she knew what they meant. 'A family disease, perhaps?' She mused. 'Can knowledge of boring Egyptian stuff be hereditary? With my luck.'

Long after her gum had gone stale, a policewoman finally retrieved her from the curator's office, along with the handsome, in her opinion, unconscious blonde. She asked Sadie no questions. She just trundled the two of them into a police car and took her home. Even then, she wasn't allowed to explain to her grandparents about what had happened. The policewoman just tossed the two into her room. So Sadie waited. And waited.

She didn't like waiting.

She paced the floor. Her room was nothing posh, just an attic space with a window and a bed and a desk. There wasn't much to do. Muffin, her cat, sniffed her legs and her tail puffed up like a bottlebrush. Sadie guessed that Muffin didn't like the smell of museums. The cat then bounced over to the blonde and sniffed. It hissed loudly, almost in worry, and disappeared under the bed.

Sadie blinked and then shrugged. She opened the door, but the policewoman was standing guard.

"The inspector will be with you in a moment," she told her. "Please stay inside."

She could see downstairs- just a glimpse of her grandfather pacing the room, wringing his hands, while Carter and a police inspector talked on the sofa. She couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Could I just use the loo?" Sadie asked the nice officer.

"No." She closed the door in Sadie's face. As if she might rig an explosion in the toilet.

Sadie dug out her iPod and scrolled through her playlist. Nothing struck her. She threw it on her bed, just by the blonde, in disgust. When she was too distracted for music, it was a very sad thing. She wondered why Carter got to talk to the police first. It wasn't fair.

She began to fiddle with the necklace that he father had given her. She had never been sure what the symbol meant. Carter's was obviously an eye, but hers looked a bit like an angel...or perhaps a killer alien robot.

'Why on earth would Dad ask if I still had it?' she thought to herself. 'Of course I still have it. It's the only give he's ever given me. Well, except from Muffin, and with that damned cat's attitude I'm not sure she is actually a proper gift.'

You see, Sadie had felt that Julius had practically abandoned her at the age of six. The necklace was the only link she had to him. On good days she would stare at it and remember him fondly. On bad days (which were sadly far more frequent) she would fling it across the room and stomp on it and cure him for not being around, which she found quite therapeutic. But in the end, she would always put it back on.

Sadie thought about this for another reason. At the museum- she was certain it was real- the necklace got hotter. She nearly took it off, but she couldn't help wondering if she was truly being protected by it somehow.

"I'll make things right," Julius had told them, with that same guilty look he often gave Sadie.

'Well, colossal fail, Dad,' Sadie thought bitterly.

"You shouldn't blame him," a voice said from behind. She whirled around, and a hot blush spread across her cheeks. The formerly unconscious blonde was now sitting up on her bed, the cloak still covering most of his body, except now she noticed he wore a rather large necklace, with 9 strange shapes- Magatama- running along the chord. The boy had golden blonde hair that looked soft despite being so spiky, kind cerulean blue eyes that warmed her from her head to toes, and a soft smile that made her feel happier immediately. And those whisker marks on his cheeks made him seem so...exotic.

"Uh..." Sadie said with most excellent vocabulary. She berated herself for being so stupid, and tried again. "When did you-"

"Wake up?" The blonde cut her off, much to her annoyance, but she couldn't stay mad, not when that smile was on his lips. "Around the time you started fiddling with your amulet."

"Amulet?" She asked and looked down. It didn't seem like an amulet to her.

He blinked, then shook his head. "I mean necklace."

"Oh," she said. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to stop your train of thought," he said honestly. "You seemed quite deep in thought, seeing as you didn't notice me sitting up when you glanced at me."

Sadie had the decency to blush, then looked away. Her eyes ended up across her room and fixed on her desk.

'No,' she thought. 'Not going to do it.'

But, unfortunately for her, she couldn't resist. She walked over and opened the drawer. She shoved aside a few old magazines, her stash of sweets, a stack of maths homework she'd forgotten to hand in and a few pictures of her and her friends Liz and Emma trying on ridiculous hats in Camden Market. And there, at the bottom of it all, was the picture of her mother.

Her grandparents had loads of pictures. They kept a shrine to Ruby- her mother- in the hall cupboard- her childhood artwork, her O-level results, her graduation picture from university, her favourite jewellery. It was quite mental in her opinion. She barely remembered her mother, after all, and nothing could change the fact that she was dead.

But Sadie did keep one picture. It was of her mother and her at their house in Los Angeles, just after she was born. Ruby stood out on the balcony, the Pacific Ocean behind her, holding a wrinkled pudgy lump of baby that would some day grow up to be the Sadie Kane that was known now. Baby Sadie was not much to look at, but her mother was gorgeous, even in shorts and a tattered T-shirt. Her eyes were deep blue. Her blonde hair was clipped back. Her skin was perfect. Quite depressing compared to Sadie's. People always said she looked at her, but Sadie couldn't get the spot off her own chin, much less look so mature and beautiful (in her opinion).

The photo fascinated her because she hardly remembered their lives together at all. But the main reason she'd kept the photo because of the symbol on Ruby's T-shirt: the hieroglyph for life- an ankh.

"Who is that?" The whiskered teen asked her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She hadn't even heard him move!

"My mother," she said in a depressed tone.

"Dead I take it," he said bluntly. Sadie nodded somberly. "How long?"

"6 years," Sadie replied. "I was 6 at the time."

"I'm sorry to hear," he told her honestly. "She seems like she meant a lot to you, despite being so young."

"She did," Sadie agreed.

"Your very lucky to have had such a beautiful mother," he said. "I suppose now I know where you get that beautiful hair of yours from, right?"

Sadie blushed heatedly. Yeah, boys at school had complimented her plenty of times, but they usually made comments about her body, which infuriated her to no end. But the blonde had made a completely sincere comment about her hair, which was one of the few things she wouldn't consider attractive about herself.

"Th-thanks," she muttered, blushing hotly.

The blonde simply nodded, still looking at the picture. "An ankh...symbol for life," he said. "Ironic for someone who is dead."

Sadie couldn't stop the hollow chuckle that came out. "Yeah..." Sadie agreed with him. Her dead mother wearing the symbol for life? Nothing could've been sadder. But she smiled at the camera as if she knew a secret. As if Julius and her were sharing a private joke.

Something tugged at the back of her mind. That stocky man in the trench coat- Amos- who'd been arguing with Julius across the streed- he'd said something about Per Ankh.

Had he meant ankh as in the symbol for life and, if so, what was a per? She guessed he didn't mean pear as in the fruit. She frowned in frustration. Though she did have an eerie feeling that if she saw the words Per Ankh written in hieroglyphics that she would know what they meant.

"Penny for your thoughts?" The blonde spoke.

"What Per Ankh?" She muttered.

"Written in hieroglyphs?" He asked her. She was surprised that he knew what she wanted, but she nodded. "Got a pencil?" Sadie quickly fished out a pencil from her drawer, and turned over some homework. She handed him the pencil, and waited.

Just as he touched pencil to paper, the bedroom door opened. "Miss Kane?"

Sadie whirled, while the blonde boy put the pencil down, turning to look.

A police inspector stood frowning in the doorway. "What are you two doing?"

"I was helping her with some Maths," the blonde lied smoothly, and Sadie had to suppress a grin.

The ceiling was quite low, so the inspector had to stoop to come in. He wore a lint-coloured suit that matched his grey hair and his ashen face. "Now then, Sadie. I'm Chief Inspector Williams. Let's have a chat, shall we? Sit down."

She didn't sit, and neither did the inspector, which must've annoyed him. It's hard to in charge when you're hunched over like Quasimodo.

"And you sir?" The inspector glanced at the blonde. "Who are you?"

"I am Uzuma..." the blonde cursed. "No sorry, that should be backwards. I am Naruto Uzumaki. A pleasure, Inspector Williams."

"Yes," the inspector responded. "Will you sit?"

Naruto shook his head. "After being unconscious as long as I have, stretching my leg muscles will do me good."

The inspector nodded in acceptance, then looked at Sadie again. "Tell me everything, please," he said, "from the time your father came round to get you."

"I already told the police at the museum."

"Again, if you don't mind."

So she told him everything. Why not? His left eyebrow crept higher and higher as she told him strange parts like the glowing letters and the serpent staff.

He then looked to Naruto. "And you? Where do you come into the story?"

Naruto shrugged. "I appeared the same time as the fiery man, partially conscious. It wasn't until after he had sent Sadie's father through the floor that I appeared, as Sadie already said."

The inspector sighed. "Well, Sadie, Naruto," Inspector Williams said. "You've both quite the imagination."

Naruto remained silent, and smirked at what Sadie said next. "I'm not lying, Inspector. And I think your eyebrow is trying to escape."

He tried to look at his own eyebrows, then scowled. "Now, Sadie, I'm sure this is very hard on you. I understand you want to protect your father's reputation. But he's gone now-"

"You mean through the floor in a coffin," she insisted. "He's not dead."

"Sarcophagus," Naruto cut in, getting a look from Sadie and the Inspector. "It was a Sarcophagus."

Inspector williams spread his hands. "Be that as it may, it makes little difference-" Naruto snorted,bu the inspector continued. "Sadie, I'm very sorry. But we must find out why he did this act of...well..."

"Act of what?" Sadie asked in a very dangerous tone.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Your father destroyed priceless artefacts and apparently killed himself in the process. We'd very much like to know why."

Sadie stared at him. "Are you saying my father's a terrorist. Are you mad?"

"We've made calls to some of your father's associates. I understand his behaviour had become erratic since your mother's death. He'd become withdrawn and obsessive in his studies, spending more and more time in Egypt-"

"He's an Egyptologist! You should be looking for him, not asking stupid questions!"

"I concur," Naruto added. "You have no solid evidence that Sadie's father committed any sort of crime. The evidence points towards it, yes, but you have not appeared to considered that someone broke in through the window, caused the explosion, then kidnapped Dr Kane."

The inspector held back a snort. "Highly unlikely. Explain the fiery man and sarcophagus described by Miss Sadie and yourself."

Naruto sent a apologetic look to Sadie. "A mirage," he spoke. "We all know heat can mess with your head, we may have very well imagined the fiery man. All I know is I was unconscious until I began to slowly wake up with Julius to my right."

The inspector chose to ignore Naruto and looked to Sadie. "Sadie," he said, and they could hear in his voice that he was resisting the urge to strange the two of them. Sadie got that a lot from adults, but Naruto simply smirked as if this was the most fun he'd ever had. "There are extremist groups in Egypt that object to Egyptian artefacts being kept in other countries' museums. These people might have approached your father. Perhaps in his state, your father became an easy target for them. If you've heard him mention any names-"

Sadie stormed past Inspector Williams, so angry she could hardly think. Naruto frowned at her state, placing a hand on her shoulder supportively. She didn't blush, but was grateful. Sadie refused to believe her father was dead. No, no, no! And a terrorist? Please. 'Why do adults have to be so thick?' She thought in anger. 'They ALWAYS say "tell the truth", and when you do they don't believe you! What;s the point!'

She stared down at the dark street. Suddenly that cold tingly feeling got worse than ever. She focused on the dead tree where she'd met Julius earlier. Standing there now, in the dim light of the streetlamp, looking up at her, was the pudgy bloke in the black trench coat and the round glasses and the fedora- the man Julius had called Amons.

She supposed that Amos should've been threatening, seeing as he was staring up at her in the dark of night. But his expression was full of concern. And he looked so familiar to her. It was driving her mad that she couldn't remember why.

Behind her, the Inspector cleared his throat. "Sadie, no one blames you for the attack on the museum. We understand you were dragged into this against your will."

She whirled on him again, turning away from the window. "Against my will? I chained the curator in his office?"

Sadie could have sworn she heard Naruto murmur. "Not bad...gotta use that sometime."

The inspector's eyebrow started to creep up again. "Be that as it may, surely you didn't understand what your father meant to do. Perhaps your brother was involved?"

She snorted. "Carter? Please."

"So you are determined to protect him as well. You consider him a proper brother, do you?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed dangerously, but Sadie's gaze was far more destructive. She couldn't believe the nerve of this man! She wanted to smack him in the face. "What's that suppose to mean? Because he doesn't look like me?"

The inspector blinked. "I only meant-"

"I know what you meant. Of course he's my brother!"

Inspector Williams held up his hands apologetically, but Sadie was still seething. As much as Carter annoyed her, she absolutely hated it when people assumed they weren't related, or looked at her father askance when he said the three of us were a family- like they'd done something wrong. Stupid Dr Martin at the museum. Inspector Williams. It happened every time Carter, Sadie and their father were all together. Every single time.

"I'm sorry, Sadie," the inspector said. "I only wanted to make sure we separate the innocent from the guilty. It will go much easier for everyone if you cooperate. Any information. Anything your father said. People he might've mentioned."

"Amos," Sadie blurted out, mostly to see his reaction, partly curious. "He met a man named Amos."

Inspector Williams sighed. "Sadie, he couldn't have done. Surely you know that. We spoke with Amos not one hour ago, on the phone from his home in New York."

He sin't in New York!" Sadie insisted. "He's right-"

She glanced out of the window and Amos was gone.

"That's not possible," she said.

"Exactly," the inspector said.

"But he was here!" She exclaimed. "Who is he? One of Dad's colleagues? How did you know to call him?"

"Really, Sadie. This acting must stop."

"Acting?" She asked with no hint of anger to her tone.

"Enough," Naruto said, which immediately stopped that part of the conversation. "Inspector Williams, we did not come here to discuss how Amos was here and how he may not be here. We are here to discuss the matter of Julius. And you have the audacity, to think this young, pure, beautiful girl is lying about what happened to her own father?" Sadie blushed at the complement.

The inspector blinked. "I only-"

"I know what you want, Williams," Naruto said in an ice cold tone. "We are done here."

"It does not matter," Williams said. "We've already had the truth from Carter. I didn't want to upset you, but he told us everything. He understands there's no point protecting Julius Kane now. You might as well help us, and there will be no charges against you."

Naruto looked into the Inspector's eye and saw no honesty in what he said. "Your lying Williams. You are a horrible liar."

"You shouldn't lie to children!" Sadie screamed at him, hoping her voice carried all the way downstairs. "Carter would never say a word against Dad, and neither will I!"

The inspector didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed.

He crossed his arms. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Sadie, Naru-"

"Do not refer to me by name," he said coldly. "You have no right."

The inspector blinked. "Very well, Mr Uzumaki. I'm afraid it's time we went downstairs...to discuss consequences with your grandparents."

Naruto looked at the inspector with a cold gaze that made the man flinch. "Then lead the way Inspector Williams," He said in a plainly sarcastic voice, that showed he didn't care. It brought a smile to Sadie's lips.