A/N: Well, its official! I've played Bioshock Infinite! Just finished the game today, and for me-at first-the ending as a total mindfuck, but then, after witnessing the credits and thinking about it, I can actually say I quite enjoyed the ending. Going to Rapture toward the end was fun, too. Such a shame that they...well, ya know. Anywho I promised myself I would write at least onecrossover once I finished the game, and something about this scene when I first played it simply...struck me. God, I find inspiration in the strangest of places, don't I? I plan to focus mainly on this fic and my latest masterpiece, Die Another Day, alongside Beyond the Shadows. Those two are each a pure Naruto fic, whilst this is a simple-and probably the first-Bioshock Infinite crossover.

With that being said...

...I hope you enjoy it!

"To see a wrong and not expose it, is to become a silent partner to its continuance."

~?

Sage

Uzumaki Naruto was perversely pleased with himself.

Finally. Finally he was free of this accursed loop! What's more, the rest of his abilities-yatta!-had also returned unto him. Sweet blessed chakra coursed through his veins empowering each strike, allowing him to crush men's skulls like carboard and that was without sage mode. With sage mode...well, it was like shooting fish in a barrel, as the saying went up here. Naruto had never truly understood that saying until now. Now as he ruthlessly ripped a chunk of flesh from an officer's arm, he understood. These men were no match for him. It was all they could do to flee, and even then he picked them off one by one. Fish in a barrel indeed!

"Don't you need a weapon?!" he heard Booker's shout echo somewhere behind him.

"Nope!" Naruto answered as he boxed a man in the face, effectively shattering his lower jaw. And it was true. He didn't. He knew how to wield the weapons but chose not to; he'd much rather get up close and personal with his enemy at the moment, watch the light leave their eyes as they died. And he did just that, sullying his suit with blood and gore for each victim sent to the underworld. Those he didn't reach, Booker made rather short work of with his pistol, or turned on one another with the Possession vigour.

Naruto wasn't quite sure how he felt about this Booker Dewitt, this ally of his. He'd seen the man countless times in the loop, yet never had a chance to speak to him; to warn him of what was to come. But now that the man had chosen tails, they had met and the accursed loop was dead and gone. Or was it? Was he destined to escape from one paradox only to become trapped in another? Ugh! He didnt want to think about that. Just a thought like that was nearly enough to drive him to madness. He would make it to the tower this time, and he would get the hell out of this world and back to his own. Just how he knew the tower entailed this, he knew not. Only that something was tugging him in that direction like a siren call, whispering his name over and over aganin...

Naruto...

"Call out the fireman!"

"Fireman?!"

Naruto frowned at the cry; he didn't like the sound of that one. From what little the loop had allowed him to see of this world, he was beginning to learn that anything related to fire was foul. Fire bad. Fire veeery bad. A laugh danced on the edge of his lips at the thought. He was going to enjoy exacting punishment on the ones who had brought him to this world, moreso those who'd trapped him in this infernal loop. But first, fiirst, he'd entertain these fools-these cretins!-who dared to think he could stand in his way!

Grinning, he raised a hand. He was going to enjoy this.

"Chou...Odama...

Supremely!

Booker was left aghast as his unlikely ally made short work of the police. The man moved like a creature possessed, breaking necks and severing limbs like it was no one's bussiness. And all without any kind of weapon to aid him. Barehanded! On occasion he would utilize strange symbols with his attacks, creating copies-living, breathing clones-to assist him in his extermination. Booker still believe there was some strange sort of vigor at work here; after all, one did not simply create copies of oneself without assistance. He wanted to be shut of this madness! Get the girl, bring her to New York, and be shut of this maddened world! And yet Naruto was doing most of the work for him, so why was he stopping on a sudden? Why, for that matter, was the blond raising his hand-lord!

"Chou Odama Rasengan!"

Dewitt nearly ducked as a spiraling sphere, even larger than the last, came crashing down upon the hapless squad of soldiers. Naruto tossed it like a bowling ball, obliterating them like pitiful pins. "Striiiiiiike!" the blond cackled madly to himself as he skipped back to Booker's side. Was the man actually enjoying himself? It certainly seemed so.

"It's the fireman!" Came the cry as Booker obliterated a hapless turret. "He's here! He'll take care of those sonsa bitches!"

Naruto and Booker exchanged a terse glance.

"Did he just say fireman?" the former pinkerton grimaced.

"I think so." Naruto shrugged.

"What's a fireman?"

"I thought you knew."

"I thought you did!"

"Well, I don't."

"But I thought you did."

"Obviously, I don't!"

Booker opened his mouth to reply. Snapped it shut.

"We're starting to sound like those twins, aren't we?"

"Quite." Naruto agreed.

"Lets stop, then."

"Lets."

Together, they strode down the street without another word; leaving Booker keenly aware of the blonde's rapid pace. This Naruto fellow certainly seemed to know where he was going, or at the very least he had a good sense of direction. He couldn't bring himself to be certain of either. And how could he walk about with his clothes in such a state? Naruto was still covered in blood from his gory exploits; his suit utterly soiled by streaks of black and crimson viscera. What's more, he seemed utterly unfazed by it.

"Oh, this?" Naruto blinked, tugging at a tattered sleeve. "Hmm, I suppose I should undo the genjutsu now. No point in pretending to be something I'm not now that we've come this far, ya know?"

"Gen-what?"

Rather than explain, the shinobi pressed his hands together.

"Kai!"

His clothes seemed to shimmer, the pin-striped suit and tie vanishing in a haze of murky fog. When Booker could finally see properly, he was mildly alarmed to find the boy was clad in something he'd never seen before in all his life. A dull green vest covered the entirety of his chest, laid atop a dark-sleeved shirt ending in formidabble looking bracers on either arm. Loose slacks had replaced the pin-striped pants he'd been wearing less than a minute before, flaring out to reveal open-toed sandals as his chosen footwear.

A strange metal band circled his forehead, pushing up the tattered mess of his hair. What was that insignia? It looked like...a leaf?

"Ah!" The blond stretched with a pleasant sigh. "You have no idea how good it feels to be back in my old chunin gear again! It's been years since I wore-" His smile was swift to fade, however, as he turned his attention to Booker, finding him listening intently. "Nevermind." Sobered by some thought or another, the blond pressed on ahead of him.

"I should warn you though," He advised as they neared the gate, "Things are about to become very strange for you, Mr. Dewitt."

"No kidding. And will you stop calling me that?" he sighed. "I told you back in the plaza, its Booker. Just Booker will do."

The oriental gentleman snickered on a sudden; he seemed to find something infinitely amusing about what had just been said. He guffawed, his chest rising and falling with rapid breath, nearly heaving with unabashed mirth. Baffled by the blonde's burst of enthusiasm, he could only wait for his fit of giggles to subside before asking the burning question.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing." Naruto chuckled, wiping a mirthful tear from his right eye. "Its just...

A sudden explosion stole his words. They exchanged a glance.

"I suppose that's our cue." Naruto strode forward, stopping just within range of a large gate, placing his back to it. He gestured imperiously, a smile prancing at the edges of his mouth. "Would you kindly, Booker-san?"

"It getting hot." Booker gasped, keenly aware of the sweat beading upon his brow as he pushed open the gate. "What's going on?"

"..."

They soon found their answer.

Standing there in the square was a creature straight out of nightmare. It had been a man, once. No longer. Trapped in an iron-maidenesque suit from head to toe, the poor soul loosed a searing scream to greet the two of them, its keening mournful cries reverberating within its metal helm. With a roar, it stomped towards them. And then it started flinging fireballs. Great, blazing balls of fire, as though they were grenades! A rattling of sound and fury reverberated beyond its helm as it stormed forward.

"Burn in the name of the prophet!"

Naruto blanched.

"Incoming!"

The pair of green dumpsters next to then suddenly exploded as the flaming missiles descended upon them, missing the pair by a hair's width before incinerating the metal containers. Naruto rolled off to the side as the Fireman's blast extinguished upon the concrete, the sleeves of his uniform sizzling from the heat, his eyes burning like hot coals as he gazed across the burning plaza. With a quick twist of his body, he spun himself off the concrete and quickly launched into the air at his grotesuqe it was Dewitt's turn to blanch.

What on earth was he thinking?!

"Oh great!" Booker growled, his molars grinding in aggravation as he sought shelter behind a building and opened fire with the pistol. As if their situation weren't dire enough! Now, they had a monster flinging fireballs at them! What more could possibly go-

"Eat this!" Naruto's enraged cry reverberated across the charred landscape to ring sound in his ears. Booker saw him make those strange symbols with his hands again. This time no clones emerged. The blond drew in a mighty breath, his chest swelling with rising air. Before he could ask just what the devil he was doing, he exhaled. Sharply.

"Suiton." He hissed angrily, his eyes flashing a scintilating shade of scarlet. "Mizurappa!"

For once, Booker shared the Fireman's disbelief. This had to be another vigour; this tidal wave of water that burst from the blonde's lips to sweep across the flaming plaza to extinguish the flames. Naruto exhaled for a second time; a tight, concentrated pulse slammed into the unprepared fireman, ripping him from his feet like a thing alive. A mournful wail left that suit as the blast flung him over the wall, through a gondola, and cast him over the edge to his doom

He dropped something as he fell, the item clattering at the ledge. A bottle?

Booker bent to retrieve it, contemplated the crimson bottle.

"Devil's kiss, huh?" he eyed the flask warily. Another vigour, then. Lord knew he could use the help."Well, you only live once."

"Ah, Dewitt!" Naruto warned. "I wouldn't-

Unscrewing the cap, the former pinkerton knocked a bit back and forced himself to swallow. That was a mistake. Scarce had he done so than he felt it. Pain. He could only yelp in shock and surprise as he began to burn like wildfire, the flesh of his hands charring away beneath a smoldering wave of heat. "Aaaagh!" The flask slipped from his now skinless hands, leaving him writhing in agony. And then, then, just when he was certain it would grow no worse, that he could take no more...

...the pain stopped.

Booker blinked through the red haze and marveled at his hands. They were complete. Untouched. Whole. Had it all been an illusion then? A figment of his own imagination? He flexed his fingers, just to be certain.

"Well," he coughed, "That wasn't no sample."

"That one never gets old."

Naruto never did have a chance to finish that sentence; because a nearby gate swung open, disgorging a horde of officers.

"Talk later!" Booker growled. "Shoot now!"

Naruto rolled his shoulders in a shrug and followed him into the Blue Ribbon restaurant. Remarkably he held his silence...until they reached the bar.

"Not this again!"

"We have company." the gentleman anounched, pausing in his cleaning of the bar counter.

"We do indeed."

"Why are you following me?" Booker demanded, "Er, I mean us." he ammended at Naruto's displeased grunt."

"We were already here." the gentleman replied. "Why are YOU following US? I...

"Aparitiff?" his companion inquired.

Naruto snickered again.

"Heh."

Booker glowered.

"Some inside joke you wanna let me in on?"

"Oh no." The blond shook his head in the negative. "Its just...amusing, ya know?" He returned his attention to the engimatic pair, his gaze gliding to the try the woman held and the strange, golden vial perched atop it. "You might want to drink that, though." Dewitt arched an eyebrow. Naruto shrugged. "Or not. If you fancy dying...

Fo

"Ugh...what was that?" Booker gagged.

"Hmm." the woman remarked. "Surprising."

"Surprising that it worked?" her companion inquired.

"Surprising that it didn't kill him."

"But a magnetic repulsive field around one's body can come in handy."

"If it doesn't kill you."

"A fair point."

Booker sighed as they pressed on, leaving the odd pair behind. It wasn't all that long before they encountered their next obstacle; a lack of solid ground to traverse. The only feasible way across appeared to be a select number of hooks hanging from the rooftop. Dewitt eyed the Skyhook on his arm thoughtfully. Nothing to lose-except his life!-and everything to gain. He drew back several paces.

"Maybe I could hook onto them with the Skyhook." With a running leap, he lunged for the hook, only to be yanked upright. "Whoa!" He cried! "Damn thing must be magnetized!" Naruto's laughter echoed somewhere to the south of him, and it was only then that Dewitt realized their conundrum; the blond didn't possess a skyhook of his own.

"Over here!"

Booker nearly fell from the hook; such was his shock! The man was standing on the wall beside him, grinning from ear to ear. Standing. Defying the very laws of gravity themselves.

"How the hell are you doing that?!" Booker balked. "What kind of vigour is-"

"Vigour?" Naruto scoffed. "Puh-lease! This is chakra."

"What-

"Sh!" The blond pressed two fingers to his lips, his gaze sliding toward a nearby landing. A lone guard patrolled just below, blissfully unaware of the two men hanging over his head. He whistled tunelessly, glanced this way and that, but finding nothing, continued on.

Naruto eyed the guard with an almost predatory grin.

"Shall I?" he enquired.

"Do it." Booker agreed.

With a running start and a bloodcurdling war whoop, the blond leapt from the wall's edge and landed firmly atop the guard driving the hapless man to the ground in a tangle of arms and limbs and strangled curses. The man's struggles quelled the moment the shinobi's hands latched onto his neck and gave a savage twist. Even as he fell the blond was already moving on; pouncing upon a hapless guard armed only with a billy club. He was almost grateful for the fog, Booker was, as a bloodcurdling scream grated his ears. By the time Booker managed to land, Naruto had already dispensed of the last of them.

"Everyone stay calm!" A female voice blared through the loudspeakers of a nearby gunship. "And lock your doors if you can." It swept closer still, revealing a host of soldiers, each armed to the teeth. And still, the voice droned endlessly on. "The prophet foresaw this day would come and he is prepared. The answer is not in panic, but in prayer! We must-

"Prayer?"

Booker turned, just in time to witness Naruto's body lock up. The blond froze in midstep, his eyes bulging so large he was certain they'd bulge right out of his head.

Then he began to grin.

A tiny smile broke out on Naruto's chiseled face, like a crack etching along a stone surface. He laughed, then; it was a deep, throaty sound, not a thing like himself. The wind, keening like a lost child, stirred his ragged blond hair caressing it with cold fingers, gathering in the palm of his hand as Dewitt looked on.

"I am getting reallly...fucking tired...of hearing this shit!"

Naruto snarled, his pupils dilating as increased adrenaline began to pump through his system, his visible eye blue. And bright with bloodlust.

Shit, Dewitt wondered nervously as he watched the man. A thrill of fear ran its flighty fingers up his spine. Just...

... who the hell is this guy?!

Naruto's teeth gleamed wolfishly in the shadow of his ragged locks.

"Ya might want to step back a bit, Dewitt." His voice rose over the din. "I wouldn't want you to be caught in the backlash."

"Ha?"

...here it comes!"

The keening of the wind erupted into a furious roar; a veritable tornado swirling in his palm, compressed into a sinister sphere. Booker balked at it, his crew balked at it, hell, everyone did! Naruto thrust his hand toward the skies, his scream lost over the howling storm.

"That's some screech," The former pinkerton winced, cringing as the wind whipped itself higher and higher. Even at this range he found he had to cover his own ear just to drown out the incessant shrieking of the rising maelstrom. The bitter keening of the wind rose in pitch, scouring the tormented hell that they found themselves in. And still it spiraled higher, sparking and spitting in the blonde's upturned palm. His eyes flashed a foul crimson color, his pupils snapping slitted as he brought his arm back to launch the massive technique.

"Would you kindly step aside?" he asked pleasantly.

Booker Dewitt had less than an instant to register these words before Naruto flung his technique forward. He lurched into motion, arching his back in mid-lunge. His hair blew across his face, as something passed with impossible speed overhead. He glimpsed nothing more than a ripple in the air itself, the faintest whisp of steam or mist wadded into a ball like so much discarded parchment. Had he not been looking right at it, indeed, expecting something very much like it, he'd never have known it was there.

The gunship didn't even have time to bank away; one moment Naruto was holding it, the next, he flung it, just like its namesake.

"Rasenshuriken!"

The world erupted.

Sundered stone and shattered debris was the blood of the sky, gushing from the wound inflicted by its attacker's invisible hammer. A ferocious tide slammed into Booker, threatening to knock him from his feet and fling him off the edge of Columbia. For the first time he was actually grateful of his grip on the nearby guardrail. Blood, bullets, bits of cloth-even a smattering of dead bodies and arms-rained across them, blinding Booker to almost anything, everything else. He dared to open an eye

Naruto looked on, smug with satisfaction. As he looked on, the blond raised a hand, pressed two his thumb and index finger together. A smaller, but by no means less deadly rasenshuriken hung between them. Naruto raised his arm, drew his wrists back in preparation.

"Wait for it...

He made a flicking motion with his fingers and the world burned white.

BA-KRAM!

Dewitt's ears rang with a second, deafening crrrraaaaaack, follwed by an equally enormous explosion as something-undoubtedly that gunship-dropped from the sky, sinking like a stone. Blood spattered his face, the surface of the floor itself roiling against his legs and even without sight Booker Dewitt knew something had happened. Even as he struggled to come to terms with it all, he could hear Naruto speaking to him. Just as he could feel the blond tugging at his arm, guiding him onward while his vision recovered.

"C'mon," the sage muttered, ushering him forth. "We can't keep that little lady waiting now, can we ?"

Numbed, Booker allowed himself to be led on. And all the while, he wondered:

Just who are you, Naruto?

A/N: And there you have it! For those of you who wonder what Naruto's doing here, I have one thing to say: Tear. For those of you who realized; yes, this fic may cross with my other Bioshock fic "Daddy Won't You Please Come Home" in several ways. I mean, think about it. Infinite, time period-wise, is essentially a prequel to both Bioshock 1 & 2. Vigors are also the predecessors I believe of Plasmids. Teleport may not have to go through just space, it could easily phase through do time, too...See where this is going?

Two Naruto's?! Madness I say! MADNESS!

Kudos to those of you who may have guessed this; Elizabeth's fascination is with Japan this time around, not Paris. Hence her sudden fixation with Naruto. I honestly just want to Rasenshuriken that damned songbird but I caaaaaaaan't. At least not yet. I still need him around for the purpose of the story...

I also imagine Elizabeth might be able to speak Japanese after being cooped up in her tower for so long; I mean if she can pick locks merely from reading than who's to say what else she might've learned? This'll be one hell of a crossover as the name suggests, infinite paths , infinite possibilities, infinite endings. Hence, the harem bit. I know we're not in Rapture at the moment, but I'll say in anway just for the hell of it:

In the immortal words of Altas...

...review, would you kindly? I'm also open to ideas for the pairing(s)! WE GET TO SEE ELIZABETH NEXT CHAPPY!

R&R! =D