"This is a stick up! Hand over your valuables if you know what's good for you…!"

He was not a violent man. Don't get him wrong, he can be violent, he just wasn't the kind to lash out at every little inconvenience that came his way. That was more of Sakura-chan's and Tsunade-baachan's – Kami rest their souls – thing.

"Kyaaa!"

"W-What?!"

"A-Are we getting robbed..?!"

His lips thinned, the sound of startled passengers going off. Women were shrieking, men were pleading for their lives, babies were crying… the whole ordeal. Four men dressed in tracksuits of varying color with tacky ski masks over their faces were robbing the bus he was currently using the commute to school.

"That's right folks!" One of them shouted, no doubt the fool who was calling the shots. The man had a pistol, which impressed him considering that this country was very strict when it came to firearm laws. "Put everything you have in the bag! Money, phone, wallet, jewelry! Everything inside or we'll kill you!"

The man's command and threat of death made the people comply. People were fearfully handing over their belongings to the criminals, obviously not wanting to test their patience. Two of them were busy doing the main stick up, while the other two were occupied with the driver. Judging by how fast they're going, it was safe to assume that they're no longer abiding by traffic laws.

"Hey!" One of the goons, a different one carrying a sack, walked over to him. "Hand over your stuff you shitty gaijin!"

The blonde's left eyebrow twitched. He lowered his gaze at the shorter bandit, his blue eyed stare boring through the no-do-gooder's soul, making the fool sweat a tad bit underneath his balaclava. The hijacker gulped, undoubtedly perplexed at the lack of response from the tall blonde dressed in a high school uniform.

"O-Oi didn't you hear me?!" He raised his voice, to the point where it's making the others nearby cringe. "Hand over your belongings or I'll kill you, you blonde haired bastard!"

The other passengers watching the scene play out were of the same thought: what the hell was that blonde gaijin doing?! Why wasn't he complying? Did he want to get killed?! Mothers were covering the eyes of their kids so as to shield them from the inevitable, some men dressed in suits were mouthing at him to do what the hijackers said.

He didn't budge. He continued to stand there, holding on to the hand-rail with as much enjoyment as one could get watching paint dry. This not only made the hijacker even more agitated, but it also made him angrier.

See, when you have a gun in your hand and the ability to pretty much make the people around you do anything, you started to think you're invincible. Untouchable. Top of the world, like that movie with the sinking ship he watched a while back. This feeling then made them more prone to do stupid things that they would never otherwise do on a normal basis.

Like robbing a bus full of people in one of the world's busiest city.

Before we proceed, let him break things down a bit. If he had to guess, one of them – the leader most likely – got his hands on a couple guns. Idiot probably got it from from the, though not prominent but still present, black market. He then called up three of his friends and began selling them the – at least in his own opinion – genius idea of robbing a bus during the morning transit. And since idiots often come in groups, it didn't take much to convince the others.

Blue eyes glanced towards the tip of the gun barrel currently pointed at their owner. It didn't take much to notice that the idiot holding the gun was shaking. This gave him relief.

He'll say it again; he's not a violent person. He's a person who could do violent acts. So did the guy behind the gun and his three friends, the bus driver they're currently harassing, the old lady sobbing on her chair, the high school girl currently hugging her boyfriend for dear life… everyone in this bus was capable of violence. All it took was the right trigger.

But no matter.

"Listen here yo-guh!"

No one was as capable as him.

An appendage blurred, flicking through the air. It went so fast that even the person seated closest to them had no idea what just happened. The masked robber clutched his neck, his body slowly making a tumble down to the narrow floor, all the while making disturbing gurgling noise that drew the attention of his fellow criminals.

"What the hell happ-gah!"

This time, it was clear as day, only because he had a lot more distance to cover. A fist to the gut knocked the air out of the leader of this band of misfits, hunching forward he also dropped the firearm to the floor. It didn't end there for him, however. A firm chop to an otherwise unknown vital part immediately rendered him unconscious, before dropping harshly to the ground.

"Oi, what's happening here?!" A third crook rushed to the back of the bus where the commotion was happening. He was greeted by the sight of two of his friends unconscious on the floor and a blonde high schooler standing triumphantly over them. "D-Did you do this?! Answer me motherfucker!" he demanded, raising his pistol and trained it at the blonde.

"Whaddaya think, ya' idjit…" a very heavy Kansai accented voice drawled out of the blonde's mouth. His previously pensive scowl now twisted to show a prominent frown. With his chin raised and gaze locked down at the would-be shooter, it made him look like a protagonist straight out of a shounen manga.

"Y-You…!"

"Oi, what's going on back there?!" The last crook who was busy dealing with the driver shouted from all the way in front of the bus. "We've got cops on our ass, let's go on with the plan already!"

True enough, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was already responding to the hijacking. The cherries and berries accompanied with the blaring of sirens were enough of a sign that these criminals' job was over.

"Shit…!" The crook cussed. "Shit! This was supposed to be easy, damn it! Fuck!"

"Heh," the blonde rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Nothing's ever easy, buddy. Didn't yer' folks teach ya' that?"

"What do you know you yankee fuck!"

"A whole lot' more than ya' and yer' idjit friends, that's for sure." The blonde grinned, crossing his arms as if he was not being held at gun point. "Now, be a good sport and lower yer' gun will ya'? Ya' can still get away with robbery."

But he wasn't listening. The gun wielding robber was too stressed, too afraid, and too angry to think straight. It was supposed to be an easy job. Just rob a bunch of folks, jump off the bus into some alley, and book it from there! But no… because of some Kansai-talking blonde yankee the police was already here…

"You… you… fucker!" His finger squeezed the trigger and…

"…"

"...eh…?"

Nothing. The gun clicked, not dispensing the projectile it was designed to shoot out. Cluelessly, the criminal began repeated pulling the trigger, panic filling him.

"Ah, wait, erm, fuck!" The crook turned to look at the person who he just held at gun point. "Fuck, wait, no!"

"My turn." With a smirk, the blonde cocked his hand back and hit the masked robber square at the jaw, dislocating it while also knocking him unconscious.

Meanwhile, in front, the last guy was busy 'convincing' the bus driver to keep on driving. They're on a highway now and traffic was pretty much cleared. Unlike his friends, he was at least a little bit smarter and knew that it was only because the cops already had something planned for them that the streets were getting less crowded. This meant either a blockade was waiting for them somewhere down the road, or they're going to send a helicopter to shoot the tires of the bus they're on.

Either way, he knew they can't win.

It's here that the last robber began to feel regret settling in. Why did he agree to do this? It's bad enough that they hijacked a bus and robbing people, but using real guns?! He knew Tanaka had a death wish when he pitched them this plan! He should've just gone the normal route and stick to loan-sharking or plain 'ol scamming! Robbery with a firearm was a serious offense in this country… he's in deep shit if he made it out of here alive.

"Oi." A voice snapped him out of his inner thoughts. A blonde haired yankee looking guy in a high school uniform was looking down at him – both literally and figuratively – with eyes that made him sweat under his mask. "Let the bus driver go."

"S-Stay back!" Instead of doing what was asked of him, panic and fear overtook his senses and he did the opposite. With the barrel of a loaded pistol pressed to the temple of the bus driver, the criminal now had a hostage. "Move any closer and this guy gets it!"

"...please." The middle aged bus driver pleaded tearfully. His shoulders were shaking, but he was still mustering the strength to keep the bus under control. A brave man. Braver than the fool who was holding him hostage. "Please don't… I have a daughter… please…!"

This made the blonde angry, but his face did not show it. His blue eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. "Let. go." The high schooler said again. "I'm givin' ya' one last chance."

The masked criminal gulped. He got nothing to lose. If he let go and surrender, they'd take him to jail where he'll rot for the rest of his life behind bars. That's… as good as death as far as he's concerned. His mind made up, the criminal made his choice. His finger squeezed the trigger—

"Oh no you don't!" The gaijin's tall figure dashed towards the gunman. He gripped the masked man's hand holding the gun so hardly that it made him scream and drop the gun. Turning his head, the blonde shouted to the bus driver, "HIT THE BREAKS OJI-SAN!"

The bus driver's foot slammed hard on the break, causing the bus to skid to a halt. Unfortunately for those not seated or strapped to a rail, physics took place and ran its course. The blonde and the robber he was holding on to was launched out of the windshield, crashing out of it like a pair of crash test dummies. They flew out to the asphalt, rolling on the hard ground before eventually stopping.

"Ah… fuck…" The blonde high schooler cursed, slowly bringing himself up. He nursed the back of his head, where he took a nasty hit with the ground. Thankfully, he was something of a special case and didn't need to worry about lasting damages. Looking around, he spotted the criminal he was trying to apprehend on the ground not too far from him. Unmoving, but alive. Good.

"Shit…" Looking around, the blonde cursed. He tried to make himself look as pristine as he had been moments ago, before he got flung out of the bus and through the windshield. He tried. "Can this get any worse…"

He shouldn't have said anything.

A very bright spotlight was trained at him from the air above, the rhythmic fast paced sound breaking to the air couldn't be anything but the sound of helicopter blades spinning. Covering his eyes with his arm, he looked upwards.

"Individual standing in front of the bus, lay down on the ground with your hands behind your back!" A loud booming voice thundered from the speakers fixed to the helicopter.

"Are ya' fucking kidding me?!" the blonde exclaimed incredulously.

"If you do not comply we will shoot!"

He couldn't believe this. Narrowing his eyes, he realized that his morning was about to get even worse. "Ah shit, here they come…" Nothing but a sea of red and blues riding towards him in the distance. He considered doing something about his current predicament, but even he knew he couldn't just disappear into thin air and make it look normal. Sighing, it was clear there's only one thing he could do.

Slowly lowering himself to his knees, he complied with the police's orders. It didn't take long until men in SWAT gear approached to secure him while another squad was sent to secure the bus.

"Easy fellas, I ain't one of them…" As expected, they began cuffing him. He wasn't too worried, considering that he could break out of them any time he wanted. They dragged him back up, roughly. "Ouch, oi! Gently, will ya'?"

"You have the right to remain silent, boy." One of the SWAT officers grunted as he and another member of his team escorted him away from the bus.

"Like I'm telling ya'll, I ain't one of them. I was a passenger, darn it!"

While he was getting dragged into the back of the police van, more and more officers were responding to the scene. It didn't take long until press vans and news media personnel began swarming the location like the vultures they were, outnumbering the amount of police officers even. He saw the passengers being led out of the bus with first responders distributing blankets amongst them. But before he could see observe them any longer, the engine started and he was being driven off the scene.


A Caius Regulus Rexus Fanfiction

In association with:

Naruto (TM) Masashi Kishimoto

Fate/Stay Night (TM) Type-Moon

Starring:

Uzumaki Naruto

Kurama

Emiya Shirou

Tohsaka Rin

Saber (Artoria Pendragon)

Matou Sakura

Ilyasviel von Einzbern

Fujimura Taiga

Rider (Medusa)

Archer (EMIYA)

Presents:

Grail of Sacrifice: Moonlit Friends


"You're an idiot."

"...yer' telling me."

In a police station somewhere in Tokyo, a forty year old Japanese man dressed in a sleek black suit with a matching black tie and a pair of black oxfords. The man's name was of no importance, what was important was his reason being here. The reason being to bail out a certain high school boy who just made this morning's breaking news.

He stared disapprovingly at the boy inside the holding cell. A pair of lazy blue eyes were staring back at him as if to say 'not my fault I'm here', annoying him even further. Caressing his scalp, he suppressed an incoming headache with a sharp wince. Sighing, he relaxed his shoulders.

"Hey, let him out," the older man called out, to which a police officer began unlocking the cell door.

"Thanks," the blonde grunted, stepping out of cell. He gave the officer who unlocked his cell the stink-eye, before turning to look at the man who just bailed him out. "I thought yer' never gonna come."

"I was tempted," the older man scoffed, scratching the back of his head. "But we owe you too much not to help you."

"Oh, gee, I can totally feel the love there…"

"Heh, don't mention it."

They returned him his belongings. His bag, phone, wallet, and what was supposed to be today's school work, but he got the feeling that he won't be needing the latter anymore. Now inside of a car, the older man drove them out of the station with the blonde seated on the front passenger seat.

"How the hell did you get into a mess like that so soon?" The driver questioned, his tone carrying a slight amount of disbelief. "I was expecting something like a fight on your first day of school or something, but getting involved with armed robbers? Not even I was that dumb at your age!"

"Yer' barking up the wrong tree." The blonde snapped back. "How was I s'posed ta' know that I was getting' robbed on that bus? S'not like I was askin' for it, now was I?"

"Knowing you, you probably enjoyed kicking those thugs' teeth in."

"Hah," a mocking laugh escaped the younger man's mouth. "I ain't gonna lie, I kinda did. But ya' know me well enough now, I'm not the type a' guy to unnecessarily endanger folks' lives like that. That's why I dealt with them quickly."

"Heh," the man cracked a smile, "true, true."

"So, where are we goin'?" The blonde noticed that they'd been driving for a while now, and not towards a direction he was familiar with. "Yer' not takin' me ta' school, are ya'?"

"Nope," the older man replied. "What happened with you in that bus seals the deal; we're firing you."

He blinked once. Twice. Thrice. "What?!" the high school boy exclaimed, unable to hold his surprise. His eyes wide and mouth ajar, he was looking at the driver of the BMW he's in as if he had just say the most outrageous thing ever; which he basically did. "Care ta' repeat that?"

"We're firing you, kid." The man repeated in an even tone of voice, completely unperturbed by his reaction. One might say he even anticipated it. "What happened back there made national news, you betch'er ass we saw what you did."

"But how? I wasn't there when those news folks started swarming the scene!"

"Kid… this is the twenty first century, video cameras and mobile phones are a thing!" The driver said in an exasperated manner. "A recording of you dishing out kicks and punches was uploaded to the net, someone must've been recording you while you were busy."

"No way…" the blonde muttered. "B-But that's no reason to fire me? R-Right?"

"Kid… I don't know what to say, but with the recent happenings, we ain't exactly in the position to be getting prime time coverage in the morning news."

"…shit."

The older man glanced at his companion. Now he felt bad. "But cheer up, kid, we're not gonna just let you go like that."

The blonde perked up.

"We ain't really firing you. It's more along the lines of a… transfer, yeah, transfer."

"Whaddaya mean?"

"The boss and everyone else know that you've done a great job for us. Hell, I'll even go as far as to say that we wouldn't be here without you." A genuine smile formed on the man's face. "We ain't just gonna cut you off like that; gangsters we may be, we ain't thankless assholes."

"...that's debatable…"

"Psh! This kid… anyway, with all that said, word has gotten out about the reason for our recent successes, and that's you by the way." The man snorted, seeing his blonde friend rolling his eyes. "We've been gaining grounds a little bit too fast for some of the others' liking that they've started taking actions."

"...was there a rat?" The blonde asked, his voice noticeably a few tones deeper.

"...no, nothing like that'." The older man shook his head. "In any case, the Oyabun and some of the Kashiras decided it'd be best to place you somewhere else for a while, just in case they decided to send dogs to sniff you out."

"Heh, ya'll know it'll take more than that to catch me."

"I know, and if it was any other circumstances, I'd be the first to say something about it." This time, the blonde noticed how tense his friend was becoming. "But there's been talks about… a certain group of people sniffing around."

"Oho?" A blonde eyebrow rose, "Now I see why yer' all sweating. Who else know about this aside from ya' and the Oyabun?"

"No one else, as far as I know." The man grunted, shrugging his shoulders quickly. Then, the driver sighed. "Look, kid, you know that I ain't the superstitious sort. But after meeting you and seeing half the shit you do on the daily basis, I'm beginning to believe. See, the problem is that if I'd known that I'd be a lot safer not knowing that a bunch of hocus-pocus folks exist and are more than capable of making me disappear without a trace whenever they want to, I wouldn't be sticking around no more."

"I told you, I ain't one of those 'hocus-pocus' folks." The blonde gruffly insisted, actually sounding annoyed at the accusation.

"I don't care. Bottom line being, I would be a lot happier if I hadn't known about this part of life." The driver sighed. "Anyway, we're almost at the airport. There's a briefcase on the backseat with a passport, ID, a plane ticket, enough cash to get you started, and your luggage is in the trunk."

The blonde mulled over the words spoken by the man. "Where are ya' sending me?"

"Don't worry, you'll still be in Japan."

"I figured, but where exactly?"

The man smiled.

"A small town called Fuyuki."


Tohsaka Rin did not have it easy.

Sometimes she wondered if it was worth it to continue being a Magus, but then she was consistently reminded that being a Magus was all that she had going for her. Her family's research, generations worth of work and effort had all been directed to this one goal. A goal that her ancestors and late father have yet to reach, but steadily paving the way for her to walk on.

The Holy Grail War. Or, as it was formally known, the Heaven's Feel ritual.

Being one of the three founding families responsible for establishing the ritual, her participation in the event was mandatory. She could not not be involved. Not to mention, her status as this city's Second Owner necessitated her overseeing the general going-ons within the city anyway.

Of course, she could not have done everything alone. She had her, and she's using the term lightly, caretaker taking care of her family's estate while she prepared herself for that fateful day. Yet, even so, she felt like the amount of work she had to do had been mounting regardless.

Between her regular duties and the upcoming event that was about to happen, she was absolutely pooped. But she knew this would happen, so she won't complain. At least not verbally.

"Oh well, at least I've summoned my Servant." The Tohsaka heiress's eyes narrowed. "Even if it's not a Saber…"

There was no ignoring how miffed she sounded. To think that her father would do something as whimsical as messing with the clocks in her house as a way to trick her, thus messing up her Servant summoning ritual. She knew it a was test her late father devised for her, but she would be lying if she said she didn't find it annoying.

"My, my… perhaps you should've triedredoing the summoning after all, Master." Her eyes twitched when an already familiar voice echoed inside her mind, telepathically speaking to her from who knows where.

'Like that's an option.' She's used up her catalyst, and redoing a Servant summoning ritual now would be a waste of her time and resources. 'You're the Servant I've summoned, so you can't be all that bad.'

"Heh," the disembodied voice in her head somehow managed to sound cocky even when the owner wasn't physically nearby. "What a confident Master I have."

'...and what an annoying sarcastic ass of a Servant I have.'

Truthfully speaking, she would've preferred a Servant of the Saber class. Historically, the Saber class was the only class to be so close in winning the Holy Grail. At least that's what her father's journal was to be believed. Then again, the Archer class was one of the four noble subcategory of Knights class in the ritual.

But, really, it wasn't her Servant's skills she's worried about –they'd have all the time in the world to show her soon enough – but it's the fact that her Servant had suffered some form of amnesia in which they could not properly recall who they were.

Obviously, it was close to being a deal breaker. Knowledge was a very important factor into winning this war – all wars, in fact. It's bad enough that she knew nothing about her Servant's identity, experience, skills, and whatnot. But when the Servant themselves didn't know? Luck just wasn't on her side, it seemed.

"Master, watch out!"

"Oof!"

"Gah!"

The Servant's warning was too late. She had just bumped into a solid frame, causing her to stumble a few steps backwards. She managed to catch herself from falling flat on her back, but it was only due to her quick footwork she was able to do that. Wincing, just what had she bumped into? A wall?

"Itatata… huh? Dang, ya'lright there miss?"

Her 'wall' turned out to be a person. A taller, male with distinctively Western features as proven by his glistening blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. Realizing that she was staring at him, she snapped out of her stupor to regain her bearings.

"I'm alright," she said with a practice smile on her face. Years of being an honors student had prepared her for situations like this. "How about you, we bumped into each other quite hard."

A smile formed on the foreigner's face. "I'm fine, thanks fer' askin'."

Rin noticed his accent. It was very distinct and thick, something that no foreigner could ever have. Was he actually a Japanese citizen? A returnee?

"That's good then." She flashed one last smile, cluing her departure. "Then, please, excuse me."

"Ah, say miss," the boy who, despite his taller height, could not be any much older than her called out. A sheepish expression formed on his face. "I was supposed ta' find this place I'm supposed ta' be at, but my driver seemed ta' have dropped me off at the wrong spot." he told her, holding a slip of paper.

"Let me see." She politely received the paper the boy handed to her. After taking a few moments to read the slip of paper, she handed it back to him. "You're looking for the business center over at Shinto, it's on the other side of the river."

"The other side? Dang it, I knew I shouldn't have let that cab driver take me sightseeing…" the blonde sighed in exasperation. "I was just there a while ago. Oh well, I guess I'll make my way there."

The business center and the particular address written on the paper she had briefly read were of no particular importance. So he was some sort of tourist new to the city. A bit strange, since it's not until a few months for the holidays. And judging by the clothes he's wearing, he must be a student, but not from any school she was familiar with.

"Thanks for the help, miss." The boy thanked her with a two finger salute. 'I 'ppreciate it!"

Rin then watched as the boy walked away towards Shinto, to where he was supposed to. She then felt her Servant materializing nearby, away from the eyes of passerby, but felt only to her.

"Master, that boy…" her Servant said.

'Hm, what's wrong Archer?' Rin asked.

"...nothing. I must be paranoid." Her Servant reassured her, dismissing whatever topic they were about to bring out.

'It's okay, we're technically at the brink of war.' Rin assured them to their link. 'I was on edge too.'

"You're right." Unlike their Master, the Servant's far superior vision managed to keep track of the boy even when he was clearly out of sight. "Can't be too careful…"


"...no denyin' it, the little miss's one of them…" he murmured. "And sumthin's telling me she ain't exactly by herself… these Magus folks're something else…"

It's been four years since he found himself in Japan. Well, more like another world, really. He'd entertained the idea of a different dimension before, since he'd experience of being flung into several before courtesy of a certain Rabbit Goddess. Unlike those times, he didn't have a certain avenger with him to valet him back home. He's on his own.

Not only that, it seemed that whatever extradimensional fuckery that he'd undergone also messed with his body.

For starters, he's back to being a teenager. He's right around the age when the Great Shinobi War started, so around seventeen or so. This wasn't the worse thing, rather a good one. He didn't have back pains anymore and his once missing arm was back. The bad was the fact he's not able to use chakra properly.

"...fuck." He cursed, annoying himself at the reminder. He couldn't even do something as simple as making a clone without getting winded, something that put him at a disadvantage.

He hated to admit it, but Sasuke was right. The core of his fighting prowess stemmed from his ability to use clones, so not being able to conjure some without feeling like he'd just ran a marathon really sucked.

'...Kurama, buddy, you still there?'

"...what is it, Naruto?" A familiar, deep voice rumbled from within the seal in his body. The voice had lost its usual powerful grumble, sounding lethargic and almost sleepy instead. "I told you not to wake me up unless it's very important."

'I think I just bumped into one of them Magus folks a while ago.' Naruto said.

"...hm. Did they do anything to you?"

'Uh, no?'

"Good." The Nine Tailed Fox grumbled. "Now leave me be and let me rest."

Sighing, the lost otherworlder let his furry friend rest. Yet another problem for them ever since they ended up in this world. Kurama, a being of pure chakra and power, was somehow weakened. He could still talk to the big fella, but apparently it took a lot of energy just for them to talk. Forget about using Kurama's chakra, it's not something he could just do without thinking now.

There were silver linings, however.

'The missy earlier could mean there're more of these Magus folks roaming about…' Naruto thought. 'It's a good thing I had a clone gatherin' up Nature Energy, just in case.'

Sage Mode was still accessible to him, for some reason. Rather, it was noticeably easier to gather Nature Energy in this new world than back home. It wasn't as easy as it was when he was training in the Toad's home of Myoboku Mountain, though.

Still, gathering Nature Energy was a time consuming process. Usually he'd be able to spare three or five clones, but now he could only conjure one to do the gathering. Basically, Sage Mode had been relegated to a last resort for him.

This meant he had only taijutsu to fall back to, which wasn't as bad as it sounded. In this world, the people were at relative peace. Things weren't as unstable as it was back home. Not everyone had access to things like chakra or magic, which made his job easier.

"Alright, mister, we're here." The driver of the cab announced, stopping the car to a halt.

Speaking of jobs, looks like he's almost where he's supposed to be at. He looked up to take in the sight of the building which he'll be entering. It's nothing special, it's not a high-rise complex or anything like that. On the outside, it's a normal office building like any other he drove past by.

What made this one different, however, was the group who owned it.

Entering the building, he was greeted by a sight he'd grown accustomed to. Gruff and rough looking men dressed suits of varying quality had their attention pinned at him. If he was any other guy, he would've been intimidated. But he wasn't, and they're expecting him.

"Greetings, Uzumaki-san," a fairly sketchy looking man with sunglasses covering his eyes greeted him. He was flanked by two other guys, accompanying him. "We've been expecting you. Please, if we can proceed right away, the Oyabun will see you right away."

"Sure," he saw no reason to delay. He needed to set his luggage and things down; it's beginning to become a pain carrying them around.

As he was lead by the men, he couldn't help but notice the way some of them reacted to his presence. Looks like they're made aware of him, or at least what he'd done. It made sense, after all, seeing as he'd technically be working for them for the foreseeable future… at least until things calmed down and he could get back to Tokyo.

"Right this way," they stopped in front of a door on the second floor, "the Oyabun is waiting for you inside."

He entered the room, figuring it out to be an office of some sort. He was right, and he was also face to face with the Oyabun himself. An old man, way older than his previous one employer, but he'd be an idiot to find that trifling.

Dressed in traditional clothing with tiger stripes motifs, it was safe to say that he'd be working under an interesting fellow. A wrinkled smile was on the Oyabun's face, and it would normally be an intimidating sight. But, again, they'd need to try harder to shake him.

Behind his desk, the man gave a curt nod.

"Uzumaki Naruto-kun," the raspy but wizened voice greeted, "thank you for coming here."

"Pleasure's all mine," he said. "Sorry I was late, the driver dropped me off the wrong place."

"It's alright, as long as you're here, that's all that matters." the older man reassured. "Now, let's get down to business shall we? Please, take a seat."

He'd read about his future employer and their group. The Fujimura Group wasn't as well known as the other crime family in the region, but that's only because they stick to their home turf of Fuyuki. They had made several attempts of expanding their influence outside of the city, but recently the group had seemingly stopped any attempts on doing that.

This wasn't strange on its own. What's strange was, despite being a smaller group, they still managed to stay afloat without being taken out by larger rival families. There wasn't any clear reasons as to why it's like that, but there was an interesting footnote about a localized tragedy that happened ten years ago.

Maybe that scared off competitors? They probably thought that the place was a bad omen or something like that.

"It's not every day we get to meet the infamous Onryō." The blonde tried not to wince at the use of the embarrassing nickname. "When I got the call that someone from Tokyo was coming for a transfer, I thought it would be an attempt by some upstart family to plant a mole in my family."

Raiga Fujimura grinned. "But imagine my surprise when the person who called was the head of the Yamaguchi group himself, telling me that my family would be hosting the Onryō himself." He laughed. "I'd nearly soiled my underwear, I'll tell you. I'm confident in the abilities of my men, but the onryō himself? I was just about ready to hand over the family business to my next of kin, if there's going to be anything left of it anyway…"

The laughing and easy going tone might fool anyone hearing, but to everyone present in that room – being himself, Raiga, and the three members of the Fujimura group – the mood was thicker than mochi. Still, Naruto was unfazed. So far, he wasn't sensing any hostilities from anyone, just paranoia. And, to be fair, he couldn't blame them.

"I'll be frank," Raiga began in a much lower tone of voice. "We won't be able to go against you if you choose to bury what little we have to the ground. I was already tense when the head of the Yamaguchi family himself made a phone call, but I'm over it when I heard they're sending you here. Please. If you are here to end us, just kill me and let it be over it."

Silence settled and permeated the air, despite being in a well ventilated office room. Raiga, for a moment, held the face of someone who had made peace with himself. This made Naruto nervous for a whole different reason. Sighing, the blonde raised his hands, alarming the three henchmen for a moment.

"Nah, nah. I ain't here for anything like that." He told the man. "Ya' don't have ta' worry about me endin' yer' family legacy or anything, old man, I'm just here for employment."

Raiga's face did not change. For a moment, Naruto thought he wouldn't believe him. But, after a while, a smile returned to the man's face. "That's good then! Great news!" It was, judging by the amount of relieved sighs Naruto heard.

"Heh, looks like I wrote that will for nothing then," Raiga muttered. "In any case, Uzumaki Naruto-kun, if it's employment you want, then it's what you'll get. Starting from now on, until further notice, you're a member of the Fujimura family."

"Glad to be a part of it," he'd walk over to the man and shake his hand himself, if it wasn't for the fact that it'd only agitate the others. "So, what's my first assignment, Oyabun? Any businesses not paying rent? Someone's movin' in where they ain't supposed to? Need me to rough up a few public officials?"

"Oh, no, no." Raiga waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing like that. Those kind of jobs are for the less experienced members, you're way above them, hahaha!"

"I'm not above doing those kind'a jobs, just sayin'."

"I'm sure you're not, but it's a waste to put someone like you into doing menial work." Raiga said. "I'm thinking of putting you to a more permanent job, one that'll work well with you being a minor."

"Oh yeah, what's it then?"

"My granddaughter." Raiga started. "From now on, you're my granddaughter's bodyguard."

Naruto blinked at the, surprisingly, not unusual assignment. Bodyguarding wasn't anything unique to him. It was a very common part of his job to look after and guard people who work in the shadier side of business. Usually it would be a person closely related to the organization, and it seems like it's no different now.

"And what do you mean it'll work well with me bein' a minor?"

"She's an English teacher at a high school in the city," Raiga elaborated.

"Ah," realization dawned upon Naruto. "I see what yer' getting at. Damn, I was hoping not to go to school again…"

"Think about it like this: it'll be a nice cover for you while you work. I'm not trying to imply anything, but you look like you get accosted by the police quite often due to your appearance, right?" Raiga asked.

"Like ya' wouldn't believe." Japan was very weird when it came to foreigners. Maybe it's just him, but he found himself being questioned by police officers quite often even when he's just lounging around. He even got taken to the station multiple times in the past just because they thought he looked suspicious. Of course, they backed off when they realize he's a Japanese citizen... even if his paperwork was forgery.

"If you're a student, then they'll just think you're a truant. And instead of bringing you to the station, they'll just drive you back to school." Raiga paused. "Hopefully."

"I feel like yer' being rude to me at the end there…"

"B-Bah! Forget about it!" Maybe it's just him, but Raiga's laughter sounded shaky for a moment there. "Anyway, so, what do you think? You in?"

Naruto grinned. "You betcha."

"Great, you can begin right away then-"

"Wait a minute," Naruto interrupted. If he had been any other guy, he would've landed himself in trouble. "What about my pay?"

"Oh don't worry about it! Your previous employer gave me your usual rates." Raiga then smirked, reminding Naruto that he was dealing with an Oyabun. "As a matter of fact… let me sweeten the deal for you…"

He got the feeling that he's not going to like what the old man had in store for him…


Q: Will Naruto be nerfed?

A: Yes, for the purpose of the story, he will. It's a matter of contest with NarutoxFate fics out there when it came to power levels. You have your own opinions, I have mine. We're here to enjoy a story, not develop a cure for cancer.

Q: Why do you make Naruto talk like that?

A: Cuz it's fun. And I love writing apostrophes.

Q: Will there be a pairing?

A: As of now, nothing concrete yet. You'll just have to wait and see.

Q: Why do you even bother writing a crossover of these two series? They're so different and-

A: Again, it's a fanfiction. Why are you putting so much thought into this? Why am I putting so much thought into this? It's the question that will never get answered.

Q: Update schedule?

A: Like my sex life, I don't have any.

If you want to offer help and I do mean real help, please don't hesitate to PM me. It'll take a while for me to reply since I'm in the middle of applying for a job. This also means it'll probably be a while until the next chapter, sorry.