Author's Note : Hey guys. I have seen others do fanfictions on World War Two and others like Attack on Titan, so I thought to throw my hat into the ring. This is not meant to insult those who died in this horrible war, and I don't plan to hold back on how destructive it got. Star Wars and Ratchet and Clank don't belong to me, but to their current owners. The anime Attack on titan, Fullmetal Alchemist, Assassination Classroom, and Naruto belong to their perspective creators. Let's get started.
December of 1937, Nanking, China.
A Chinese teen, dressed in white, torn-up rags, looked on at the marching of the conquering forces of the Japanese Empire. Marching in a forward straight line from the gates, on foot, on horses, and inside tanks, with airplanes circling and roaring around the entire city. Soon came forward the High Command of this battlefront, with Prince Asaka, uncle of Emperor Hirohito of Japan, towering above the other commanders on the back of his mighty horse.
The teen watched as all the Generals dismounted their horses, and began whispering to themselves, nobody able to make out what they were saying, due to the quiet and foreign language. As the troops waited for orders, they stood silently with a predatory look of hate on their faces as they saw the citizens of Nanking. Once the discussion between Generals was over, Asaka gave a snap from the fingers of his right hand to the lower officers, who spread out to alert the other troopers of their new orders. The High Command then went into the government building of the city, recently abandoned by the leaders of China, with the people of the city left at the mercy of the Japanese occupiers.
Just then, the teen noticed a child had walked up to a soldier. Unlike most of the residents in the city, this little girl, around the age of nine by the looks of it, had brown skin, red eyes, and white hair. An Ishvalan, a recently discovered Ethnic group that had migrated from Afghanistan to China, spreading their newer religion to every coastline of China.
The teen watched with interest to see what was about to happen. The little Ishvalan girl smiled at the soldier, who still had a look of hate on his face as they faced each other. After a second of watching from the outside corner of his rundown house, the teen noticed the Japanese soldier pull out a pistol at the child's face.
For a second, the Ishvalan had a look of horror and realization on her face, as the Japanese soldier changed his expression to one of glee. A moment later, the heart-stopping sound of a bullet ejecting from the gun into the child's skull screeched across the block, the little body crashing down onto the road, with blood and brain-matter etched onto the concreate!
Every citizen in the block looked at the site, and collectively let out a massive scream! The scream was so loud, it signaled the rest of the Citizens of Nanking to join in, realizing what was to come. The scream became a call for all the soldiers of the Japanese Empire to let loose, and within minutes, civilians were being beheaded, shot, and bayoneted, as more were dragged off to meet worse fates. Men, women, and children alike were targeted by the Japanese, everyone hiding in their homes or running for a way out, while they were round up by the soldiers.
The teen just watched on, not a single muscle on his face moved. He wasn't bothered by any of it. He had seen it already, over and over again, for the past year, having come from the ruined path from the Battle of Shanghai. He had become numb to it all already.
He then rose up, and climbed up his house, jumping from building to building, avoiding those already on fire with screams of agony coming from inside. He made it to the top of the city walls, and with unnatural speed, he jumped to the other side, and landed swiftly on his own two feet. Dozens of Japanese soldiers stationed outside the city noticed him land, and before they could move a muscle further, he flicked his left hand, and with a loud crunch, their necks broke in less than a second, as they all fell down.
The teen knew at this point, that to survive in this cruel world, he needed three things: money, skill, and the willingness to kill! He didn't have a name anymore, his old self died in Shanghai, and the trauma erased any memory of it. From this moment forward, he was now, The Reaper...and his hunt for prey was only beginning.
Above Earth's Orbit, One Year before the Clone Wars, Tantive IV
"I can't believe this is happening," Karasuma said with a low-toned sorrow in his voice. As the Tantive IV was beginning to descend into the atmosphere, they were followed by larger civilian transport shuttles of Alderaanian design. "I mean, the fact that humans are capable of such atrocities," Karasuma finished, as the Japanese man adjusted his spiked black hair and black robes in the shape of a business suit. "Anyone is capable of such atrocities," Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan replied, covered in blue snowy robes.
Karasuma then left the bridge to go to the landing pad. There, he greeted his fellow Jedi from Earth. "We're almost there. Everybody, be careful. We can't hurt any of the soldiers, the Senate doesn't want us to intervene in this war. This is just a simple civilian aid mission." Karasuma warned in a steady tone. Some of the Jedi were barely out of their time as a Youngling, since the council thought it would be a good learning experience for them. Karasuma shook his head in disagreement while thinking on that.
Kakashi Hatake, with one eye covered, along with his mouth, wearing a green heavy vest, and adorning white spikey hair, nodded at Karasuma. Hinata Hyuuga stood their silently, nervousness clear in her lavender eyes, and shaking long black hair and purple robes. Ling Yao had his yellow jacket closed, along with his eyes, and kept his black hair in a spikey ponytail as they began to land outside the city gates. He was here to help translate in Chinese, while Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackermann were to help translate with Grisha Yeager, since their father-tongue was German. The rest were to translate Japanese, while all other Earth Jedi were out on other missions elsewhere in the galaxy.
With a final shake, the Tantive IV opened its landing hatch, with the Senator and his Jedi entourage following him out. Just then, Prince Asaka, along with his personal guards, greeted them. "State your business, off-worlder!" Prince Asaka declared in his native Japanese language. Karasuma got between the Prince and Senator, and spoke, "We are here to provide aid to the Nanking Safety Zone, on a request from German Diplomat Grisha Yeager." The prince rubbed his chin for a second, and then pointed to the soldiers to get moving. "Follow me," Asaka decided.
As the Jedi and Senator began heading to the safety zone, Mikasa huddled closer to Eren, her jet-black long hair and his short, brown hair blowing in the winter breeze. Eren then held her other arm, and his green eyes stared into her dark purple ones. "Just stay by me, and we'll be okay. Your parents can handle themselves," Eren reminded her.
Once inside the city, they Jedi stopped in their tracks at the sight they were greeted by. The entire city as far as their eyes could see had bodies on the ground. Some men, women, or children, some without heads, some with stab wounds or bullet holes, and others charred to a crisp. In the distance, they could see smoke rising from the other side of the city. As they continued walking, they had trouble moving with their shoes. Looking down, they saw the streets were soaked in blood, gushing from piled bodies on top of piled bodies.
After a few more minutes of walking through the ruins, they saw a long-haired German man wearing glasses in front of a group of thousands of refugees. Eren then walked up to him, and the German man looked shocked to see his child no older than twelve in front of him. "Hello, father," Eren said authoritatively, getting straight to the point. "We are the Jedi you requested to aid your citizens of Nanking. I am Jedi Padawan Eren Yeager, translating for Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan!" Eren reported to the man in the German language. "Tell the senator I want you Jedi to spread across the city and deliver as many people here to the refugee zone as possible," he replied. Eren then signaled for Senator Organa to lower himself and spoke the translation into the senator's left ear, who repeated the words to the other Jedi, who began to spread out.
Grisha then noticed Ling Yao had remained unmoved, clenching his fists in anger, tears begging to be released from his eyes. "I'm sure this is hard for you especially." Grisha said in fluent Chinese. "These soldiers are butchering my people, and I'm expected to not bring any harm to them!?" Ling yelled with venom in his words. Ling then slowly walked away to do what he was instructed.
Another ship landed beside the Safety Zone just then. Once the landing pad was lowered, a short German man, with matching hair and eyes to Mikasa's, and in a light brown robe, walked out of it and walked up to Grisha. "My name is Levi Ackermann. Get everyone from the zone in this ship, and we will take them off world. More ships will do the same for other refugees," informed Levi in his German tongue. Grisha went off and repeated the orders.
Levi then took out a small locket from his robe, and opened it, revealing a black and white picture of a women with long jet black hair and a man with short brown hair. The man was labeled Andrew Ackermann, and the woman Kaede Uchiha. He sighed, remembering how his brother left the order to be with the women they often dueled over. Before their last goodbye, he remembered a promise he made to them when taking Mikasa to the Temple: to always protect her! Hopefully, he would find them in this city, since they moved here after leaving the Jedi. He could worry about that later however. Levi could already feel all the death around him through the Force, holding himself and feeling nauseous. Even so, the feeling of this power in the force felt...tempting.
Author's note: There is going to be another chapter on the Nanking Massacre, before getting to the war itself. I thought I could put it into one chapter, but I am out of time. See you then.
Edit: I replaced John Rabe with Grisha Yeager to tie into the crossover part of this. Plus, it makes sense with Grisha being a doctor.