Last time I stopped the story where it diverges from the original episode. Just for your information, this fic won't have the same ultimate conflict that the true shows have. This story will go off of what was already known at the time of the story. In the Narutoverse all that's known is all that's known at the time of the first series, where Kyuubi had suddenly attacked Konoha, the Akatsuki were an organization that were all for world conquest, no (SPOILER ALERT) Obito planning to recreate the Juubi, no Madara that somehow lived (END SPOILER ALERT) yadda-yadda-yadda, and in the Ben 10 universe, Alien force doesn't really effect anything. Kevin had somehow become good, maybe DNAliens-but as a minor threat that they had taken care of-, Rook is now Ben's partner, blah-blah-blah. I will add in certain facts, but as a whole, Alien Force and Ultimate _ never happened. Vilgax will still be a prisoner, Dr. Animo will still be crazy, Eon will be a minor annoyance, etc. This mainly focuses on the original series of both shows and some of Omniverse.

Unfortunately, I am not as much of a Ben 10 person as I am a Naruto girl. I like both, but I haven't gotten to watch all the Ben 10 episodes from the original series, while I HAVE been able to watch all the Naruto episodes. (blame that fact on how I got my Naruto phase during the summer, when I had tons of free time, and I only got the Ben 10 phase during this school year.)

Ok, I got two reviews last chapter (THANK YOU REXFAN1333 AND ARSLOTHES). Rex said 12, but I'm just marking that as 13 since it HAS to be either 13 or 10 for it to fit in my storyline. Meanwhile, Sloth (I see the word sloth in the username, don't judge meh) voted 13. So I'm having Ben be de-aged to 13 :P

And as such, here's Kitsune can be like Phoenixes, with Ben at 13, where he got a life-threatening injury, and where you see how this crosses over with Naruto, and if you think, how the title was chosen. (Darn me and these long A/N's)

KcblP Chapter 2—That CAN'T be Ben!

Rook 3rd person POV

Flinching from the suddenness and volume of the unfamiliar scream, Rook tried to look over at where his partner was supposed to be standing, but the light from the beam was too bright for him to see through. Giving up for the moment-he could look back when the light finally died down-Rook looked over towards Billy. The not so normal boy was still aiming the weird gun at them with a look of anger, which was dying down as if he were venting his frustration via the overly long 'gunshot'. Yet, Rook noticed that the rage was turning into a look of slight concern. He would be concerned as well. He wasn't in pain. Hardly. It was more tingly and draining than painful, so why was that ear shattering scream coming from his left?

He heard the scream finally die down as a light thump sounded from it's direction. Why did that scream come from his where his partner was standing, yet sound so different? It wasn't only younger, but a bit scratchier, and it somehow had a different dialect. The blinding beam of light finally died down, and with a start, Rook realized that his annoying-as-hell tail was back, and already causing a ruckus as it kept slapping him in the face. A groan of pain came from his left, and he saw Billy looking at who he hoped was still Ben with unconcealed shock.

Gathering up his courage, Rook looked towards his partner, and gasped.

During the de-aging—Billy 3rd person POV

He was happy. Scratch that, he was overjoyed! The light emanating from his de-aging gun was too bright around Tennyson to see what was happening, but the one around the Revonnahgander was dim enough for him to view the effects. The alien was shrinking, and gaining some baby-fat. His proto-suit got loose and baggy on his now-small frame, and a tail appeared behind him. It was working!

But then Billy frowned in slight worry. Why was Tennyson screaming so much? Was he so weak from relying on his aliens that such a slight shock could cause him so much pain? Billy grinned at the thought, though it probably looked more like a grimace what with his anger at his former classmate's newly revealed fame. He was the rich one, and everybody knew that the rich had all the power! Forget age and wisdom, money was the true strength of the world. One could buy the most loyal guards, the most valuable treasures, even material from space with it! So why did Tennyson have it all? A device he couldn't get with his money, fame that he didn't get with his money, allies that he didn't. Get. With. His. Money.

He couldn't have gotten it all with his so-called 'charm'. Charm had nothing to do with any success! His personality couldn't have done it! Sure, he always aimed to protect, but so did many others. And they weren't put on some pedestal or were appreciated like he was!

Little did Billy know that, despite how many people would have wanted to do something, most would have just backed out of it due to self-preservation. Something that Ben hardly did, leading to the majority of his admirers.

His face showed only anger now, since he just couldn't see what was so special about 'Ben 10'. He could break and rebuild the most complicated machines with ease, yet the makings of Benjamin Kirby Tennyson somehow confused him like nothing else. That anger was slowly chipping away, though, since the screams were still continuing. In fact, they had stopped for a moment before being replaced with different, more painful screams that had no relation to the original, slight screams. They were even louder than Ben's original shouts of pain, and getting louder every second.

Looking down at his master watch, Billy saw that the two were at 13 years, and decided that it was enough to get his 'lesson' across. Slowly turning off the gun, Billy mentally went over the drawbacks of simply shutting off the machine. The gun was supposed to work the body into regressing in years, nudging it by the molecular structure to replicate it's form when the body it was being used on was younger. In the alien's and Ben's case, it was supposed to manipulate the cells into re-creating it's cartilage and breaking back down the bone, muscles and nerves to their states when at the age shot at, which had been set to 10. (He was going to begin turning off the gun at 11 instead of setting it at said age since it ended up being easier to program it to ages that were either 1 or multiples of 5. He would have taken the time to program it to 11, but this device was just a side project he did while he was bored. His main focus had been making the portal back to his home dimension.)

Shutting off the machine with no warning would have sent the body into shock, since one second it would be shoved into reverse, and the next the force would be gone. Doing so would cause the body's balance to veer dangerously, as if it were a Jenga tower and one of the blocks had been removed with a bullet. Coming out of an AK-47. Followed by 30 more. In other words, the body might as well have been given its own earthquake on the molecular level. Activating the gun had no problems, since it's beam just wormed it's way into the DNA, slowly shifting the balance to make the body accept the beam as part of it. Slowly shutting it down let it worm it's way back out, but turning it off like a light switch was like playing now-you-see-me, now-you-don't with bodies, and making it loose a now-important puzzle piece. It was one of the few bugs he didn't work out, but the others were minor and hardly caused any problems. Well, other than slight food cravings, but thats not very worrying.

Billy's mouth twisted into a small concer-worried. He was not concerned for Tennyson. It was worrisome that, even though he made sure that there would only be a slight shock, Ben was still screaming. Was it even him screaming? It sounded nothing like the 16 year old, or like him when he was 11. Did Ben go through several voices during his puberty, was this an effect of screaming his voice raw, or was something else going on?

As the light dimmed, Billy could finally see Ben's silhouette. His hair seemed a bit spiky, but that must be from the shock of his invention. Colors were now barely visible, but they didn't exactly match up. Billy could barely see the now-tanned skin, but for some reason, he couldn't see the brown of his hair. Instead, it was like his hair was blending in with the gold of his creation's beam. As the screaming died down, he saw the shape of 'Ben'-he wasn't so sure if it was truly him anymore. The figure had a different voice, and his skin was now a pinkish color, different from Ben's regularly light skin!-crumple down and fall on his knees, hands bracing him on the floor like he was simply out-of-breath, which he was. The light fully died down, and he gaped.

Billy could see the revonnahgander as a younger kid, with a raccoon-like tail waving behind him, but the new appendage wasn't what got him so surprised, confused, and most of all, horrified.

Because, if memory served him right, Benjamin Kirby Tennyson never had bright blonde hair, and sure as hell never had a hole a bit bigger than a fist going clean through his upper left chest.

Not counting the A/N at the beginning, this chapter is, so far, two pages…to stop, or not to stop…Ah you all are lucky I said in the A/N that I was going to show why this has anything to do with Naruto. Although, you should already know by now, but I shall continue! *demonic voice* Be happy I did this for you. 0^0 But seriously I was just about to have the chapter end here.

3rd person POV ~~~Mindscape

The main thing going through ?'s mind was, 'Ow. Ow. Ow ow ow ow owowowowowowOW!' Other than that, very few things occupied his mindscape. Well, things that belonged to his mind. There was one not-so-small 'thing', or rather being, that occupied an entire room, and he was finally waking up after 16 years. (JUST SAW THAT I ACCIDENTALLY NAMED THIS FANFIC KITTENS CAN BE LIKE PHOENIXES, BUT I FIXED IT. STUPID AUTOCORRECT)

Opening his eyes, the being was met with the familiar sewer-like room that was slightly flooded. Absentmindedly he noticed that there were less broken and rusted pipes, and it seemed like the place was a bit more well lit than he remembered. The unlocked cage doors in front of him let him walk through as he shifted from his massive mountain-sized fox body to a more human one that wore a simple black, long-sleeved shirt-that weren't tight, mind you. He couldn't stand tighter clothes and preferred more loose ones like kimonos-and slightly baggy black pants. The pants had a silver chain leading from his back left to his front left pocket, and he wore a crimson vest over his shirt. His red hair, streaked with black, was tied in a high pony-tail that hung down to the middle of his back, and he had two major bangs accompanied by many smaller ones hanging in front of his face. Finally, he wore simple black with red strapped flip-flops that exposed his sharp nails. He looked like he was 13, the current physical age of his host.

He walked out of the cage and through the halls of his host's mindscape until he stopped before a door. Anyone who wasn't familiar with the place, so pretty much everyone but he and his host, wouldn't be able to tell the difference between this and any of the other doors in the place. Opening the door, he walked into a relatively empty room that had a 'table' in the middle. Stepping to it, he placed his hand on the surface, and it lit up, activating a hologram of a body that was mostly blue.

Mostly.

With a start, he noticed that there were red marks nearly everywhere that translated into bruises in the real body. That wasn't what worried him. It was the fact that the figure had one massive, bloody red hole going through his upper left chest. He thought that injury was from 16 years ago! There was no way that injuries followed someone after their reincarnation and stayed for that long without killing them! What the hell happened while he was resting?! Wait. Why was his host's body like this in the first place? Che, he'll figure that out later. He had an injury to heal, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let his host die again from the same injury.

3rd person POV ~~~Outside

The two guys and the cyborg babysitter looked in shock at the one in front of them. The slightly messy, yet still straight, earthy brown hair was replaced with a sunny and spiky mess. The eyes glaring at them-but mostly at Billy-weren't forest green but a startling sky blue. And his face, one that had no birthmarks as far as they could remember by, now had six lines acting like whisker marks, three on each side. He let out a slight groan of pain, and the three were quickly reminded about the freaking GAPING HOLE that was going CLEAN THROUGH the person in front of them. He made to stand up, but Rook quickly went into his Plumber Protocol mode (Patented!) and gently pushed him down where he was now laying on his back.

"I'm sorry, but you must stay put as I call the Plumbers to h-"

"Rook. Shut up, help me up, and call my parents."

"Your…parents?"

"Duh. It's still me, Ben. Well, not really but- Just call Carl and Sandra Tennyson, we'll all explain."

"Uhhh-"

"Oh for the love of- HELP ME UP."

"Oh. Sorry."

Not-really-Ben held up his right arm, and Rook helped him up as NR Ben's left arm hung lifelessly by his side. Once standing, his working hand began to tap against his thigh.

"I gotta burn some energy."

Rook and Billy looked at him in shock, and Billy voiced their thoughts aloud. "You… you have a gaping hole going through you, and yet you think it's a good idea to burn energy? Running would only cause you to lose more blood!"

"Oh, no. I'm not going to run."

Throughout the entire conversation, NR Ben had a small 'I know something you don't' smirk on his face that only grew.

Confused, Rook spoke, "But if you are not going to burn energy by running, ho-"

He was so rudely interrupted when NR Ben was suddenly surrounded by pure energy. It was so potent and there was so much of it that those seeing it, which was many more due to news crews arriving and taping it live on TV channels, could see tendrils of light blue energy flowing out of him. Most of it flared around him like a flame, though, sprouting out from what looked like the ground around his feet. In truth, the chakra was pouring out of every pore on his skin, taking every possible root out now that he had let his hold over it go.

Billy, seeing NR Ben's eyes drooping a bit and his form folding over from exhaustion, asked, "Why are you letting out so much of your energy?"

NR Ben's unwavering smirk grew. "I need to make room."

"For whom?" Rook was not letting himself stay this confused.

Everyone watching, live and from their homes, were given a slight heart attack when NR Ben was suddenly engulfed in even more energy. It grew to be at least 10 times the size of before, and was an angry red. Their surprise only grew when it began to form a shape.

A head grew, with long ears and sharp fangs resting in a long snout. A neck followed, furred and a torso came shortly after. Paw-like arms sprouted and two canine legs arrived. Finally, the rest of the energy flowed up to make a blob where the tail would be, as the figure was now on all fours over NR Ben, so huge that NR Ben would only be the size of it's eye. The remaining chakra formed itself into one huge, thick tail before bursting apart into nine, separate, waving tails.

The newly-formed figure spoke, its figure slowly solidifying as it's red slitted eyes stared down the one who de-aged his host, and, unknowingly, nearly killed him. Again. "For me."

CHAPTER 2 DONE! XD So now, three pages worth of words, and, counting the A/N's, about 3,000 words. Again, typed on Pages, and uploaded via TextEdit (because pages WONT. FREAKING. WORK.) Please Read and Review! :3