Disclaimer: I dont own Naruto

Hey guys, I'm back with another update, which I feel sets the moods of the characters and introduces a few more main characters too. This one doesnt have Naruto and Sasuke in it, though they'll be back in another few chapters.

This chapter has massive spoilers, if you haven't read the recent Naruto Chapters. All of you fans should know that the big secret has been revealed. Sure a lot of people saw it coming, but it was a great delivery (well i at least think so). Anyway enjoy the chapter

The Ultimate Saviours

Chapter 7: Golden Fox and Dark warrior

J Jonah Jameson was a man of principals and pride, but also a man of regret. He'd made his mistakes, ones that cost him his wife, his son and even his reputation as a writer. The Daily Bugle had once been New York's grandest news company; you'd find their papers at every store in the city. But disaster and the advancement of the times led to them no longer printing news. The digital age had taken over and the Daily Bugle became a mere news website. Jameson hadn't written an article for a while now, and he missed the familiar sound of printers spouting hundreds of his prided papers.

The fifty four year old man stood in the middle of an abandoned printing factory. He still owned the deed but with print now dead and the Bugle failing, Jameson no longer had the money to employ a full factory. But above that he was incapable of writing again because of his regret. Above the death of his wife, above the disownment from his son was the knowledge that he had been wrong. He'd been wrong about Spider-man.

'Menace' he had called him, distrustful of the mask and above all the power he wielded. Those days when he spoke out against mutants and super heroes seemed like a lifetime ago. His outrage had been infamous at the office, in fact Jameson recalled firing people just for disagreeing with him. But now he knew without a shred of doubt that Peter Parker was a hero. It all began during Ultimatum, when he witnessed first hand the hero he had been decrying rescuing people. While the X-men were fighting for survival, the Ultimates fighting amongst themselves (and occasionally actually fighting a super villain) Spider-man was protecting the little guy. He was the hero of the people, but amazingly he was a teenager. Someone who wasn't even old enough to join the army was risking his life to do the right thing. Jameson recalled a quote from Edmund Burke, a man whose history he had recently taken an interest in.

'The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.' Good men were still out there, but they needed something to push them into taking action. Jameson hoped Peter's death would be it. But the world simply went tumbling downwards in a spiral of hatred. Mutants were executed or enslaved and in turn rose up in rebellion. Super heroes were failing and even the successors struggled to pick up the pieces. But amidst all of this sorrow was something that gave Jameson back his inspiration. Two men, no teenagers like Peter Parker had done what no one thought could be done. They had restored hope.

So Jameson sat on a box in the middle of a dusty, crumbling and abandoned warehouse doing what he had struggled to do since Peter's death. Putting his pen to paper he began with a headline.

Rise!

It was the simple title to an extraordinary story. He'd heard about it on the streets, but he didn't own a computer so he couldn't look it up on the Internet. Apparently Jameson had been the first person to actually publish something about the two mysterious heroes that had destroyed the Sentinel fleet. He managed to stop one of his fellow homeless men from using the crumbled article as a toilet tissue. No body bothered him about it, they were all afraid of him after all. To them he was a freak, even if the mutant response patrols ignored him. His abilities weren't given to him by the mutant nanites. Everything he was came from someone else and the bump on his back was science's cruel attempt to make him better. Once he had been mad, feral and in a way he guessed he was still insane. Every night he saw the memories, hearing of a man's death, a man that wasn't his uncle. He saw an education that wasn't his, kisses from a girl he loved but never knew and the pain from punches he'd never taken. That was his life, a canvas of someone else's memories and experiences.

When people passed him on the street they saw a homeless teenager. His wardrobe consisted of dirty sneakers, gloves and a red cap. He kept his face hidden with the hood of a blue sweater. Finding that hoody was something he was thankful for, he wasn't old enough to grow a full beard yet and not even the long strands of his brown hair helped to hide his copied face. He didn't even have a name yet, but lately he'd begun thinking of a goal. It was something that had never occurred to him until today, when out and about he had come upon a crowd.

They had all gathered to watch the TV on display at the electronics store. For once children weren't pointing out his hunched back. Everyone was completely focused on the scene-taking place on the TV. He snuck through the crowd and watched the sight that had so many in awe. A golden fox and a dark warrior destroyed the sentinels and inspired good men and women to protect mutants. Ever since seeing that, he had looked at the first thing he had ever made in his life. He'd pricked his fingers once or twice when making it, but that didn't matter. Making it had given him something besides his existence to focus on. The eyes in particular entranced him and for a moment he thought he saw the images of the golden fox and the dark warrior. He remembered a philosophy that guided the person he was a copy of.

'Maybe I could follow that too,' he thought.

There was already a new Spider-man, but who said there had to be one? He wasn't Peter Parker, but that didn't mean he couldn't live the kind of life Peter lived.

"The dark warrior and the golden fox, that's what they're calling them," S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Sharon Carter said as she screwed up the newspaper. "Several ordinary human beings retreat with the mutants they helped to escape, several more form a line in the sewer to stop authorities from following and then there's you, the man that spoke out first, who smiled at the leaders and stayed behind. Your also the only person here worth naming in my report, Michael Van Patrick!"

Michael Van Patrick merely smirked at Sharon Carters attempts to intimidate him.

"Your normally supposed to have someone else with you, a good cop to reach out to me, you don't make me feel like the answering questions kind of guy," Michael chuckled as he leant back on his chair.

Carter had commandeered the local precinct's interview room. The police were playing no part in the hunt for the escaped mutants, but they didn't interfere with S.H.I.E.L.D. or the MRD's investigations. Sharon had plucked Michael from the MRD, only because she had been ordered too.

"You expect me to believe that this was a random occurrence, that you had no prior contact with those two and that they had only just inspired you to help?" Sharon asked.

"What can I say they do a grand sight better than the Ultimates, Earths mightiest heroes my ass," Michael growled.

Sharon was about to come out with a retort when the door opened behind her. She immediately stood to attention, looking upon her superior.

"General Fury, MR Van Patrick is not cooperating, but if I have more time…"

"Dismissed agent," Fury cut off Sharon's excuses and pointed to the door.

Michael shot Sharon a friendly wave as she walked out of the office. Fury took Sharon's seat and looked Michael Van Patrick in the eyes.

"You've gotten taller I see, the exercise regime is working out for you I see," Fury said, making small talk with the young man.

"Well I'm going to have train if you expect me to fit into the stars and stripes," Michael huffed.

"Be honest Michael, was this random, did you have any contact with them before hand?" Fury asked.

"No Fury I didn't, it was all a cosmic coincidence, no god guiding me down the path and no secret orders," Michael explained.

"So tell me Michael, why did you get involved?"

Michael lowered his head for a moment and crossed his arms. They stayed in the room for at least five minutes and Fury made no sign of leaving.

"Honestly," Michael finally spoke, looking Fury in the eye.

"Honestly?" Fury waited again for an answer.

"For the longest time I had been thinking, 'this is wrong, this is so wrong'. A few days ago I read in the papers about some guy in the suburbs that killed his daughter, she was what…10…11…I don't know, and he shot her, right in the head with a shotgun, he didn't even wake her up, he wore one of those Magneto helmets they're selling at the price of an Ipod. You know what the police did with him don't you?"

"Nothing," Fury sighed, "They didn't charge him, didn't even keep him in a cell when he asked them to."

"Yeah, it's fucking disgusting," Michael slammed his fist into the table, causing it to vibrate. "I was just walking along the street and then BANG! A cop walking right by me gets shot in the head, these zealots start swarming times square and then pull a loud of mutants out of these trucks. They were gonna kill them Fury, they were gonna kill every last one of them, and then they arrived."

"They aren't heroes Michael, they didn't go through the program and we have no prior evidence of them even existing," Fury said.

"But they arrived at the right time and did the right thing. Do you know what that feels like Fury? Doing the right thing? Cause just turning your back on it and saying 'eventually I'll get to it' is wrong!"

"You listen to me, I've got responsibilities, and I have to prioritise what incidents and threats I respond to."

"Thanks, I bet that's a real comfort to the mutants who are now living in prison camps, who right this second are probably being tortured simply because they exist," Michael explained.

"You are turning this into a bigger problem then it has to be!"

"Human right abuses are never exaggerated Fury, now I've answered your question, they inspired me to do the right thing for a change," Michael turned his head away from the general, ending the interview on his own whim.

Fury sighed as he opened the door.

"Your father paid your bail, your free to go, the world doesn't go the way you want it to Michael, the reality is that good things happen and nothing can be done about it," Fury explained.

Michael picked up his jersey and walked past Fury, ignoring the man. A limo waited by the station, its doors opening as Michael approached. He climbed into the car, sitting on its fine leather seats. Across from him stood a man his opposite, with finely cut hair and an even finer suit.

"I assume you refused Fury's job offer again," the man said.

Michael ignored him, looking out of the tinted window. The man shook his head in disappointment.

"Michael you are wasting your talent, being a teacher and a volunteer is a waste of a life, put your intelligence to use in a lab just like your grandfather did," Brian Van Patrick explained.

"Dad don't bring grandpa into this again, I want to couch athletes, teach them to bring out their potential not force it out of them with a needle," Michael said.

"Michael Fury needs super soldiers to keep the world safe."

"Aren't there enough, who says we have to keep making super soldiers, that's what's leading our society into this mess. We're making more disasters with these experiments and drawing our eyes away from the real concerns of this world," Michael explained.

"You cant change the world Michael, you can though give your country a fighting chance," Brian emphasized his words, nearly pleading with his son now.

"What like grandpa did, he saw what was really going on in Germany, he saw what was happening in the camps and he turned to the allies, but they did nothing, people still died there because grandpas actions weren't as direct as Schindler's or all the other righteous…"

"There are other ways to make a difference, your grandfather still made a difference!"

"Dad…"

"His super soldier has saved the world damn it…"

"DAD! There are people dying because they've done the right thing, there are people in the world who have been called criminals by twisted societies because they did the right thing, I have no right, no right at all to do anything less than them," Michael explained.

"But where do you draw the line Michael? At doing the right thing and being just another terrorist, hiding behind accusations and intentions?"

His voice was devoid of its scolding father tone and held more wisdom and compassion than before. Michael lowered his head and looked to the driver.

"Stop here please," he said.

Brian nodded to the driver and the limo stopped by the bus station.

"Part of human rights Michael is having the right to turn your back, to keep yourself safe, your grandfather did that and it saved my mother, I'll always be proud of you no matter what Michael, but I don't want to bury a martyr!" Brian explained.

"And I don't want to turn my back anymore," Michael sighed.

The young man walked away from the limo, not even giving his father a second glance. He walked through the streets, looking upon the city in the aftermath of the extraordinary event that occurred in Times Square. Everyone was discussing what had happened and Michael heard many opinions. Could the fox and the warrior have been mutants tired of being pushed? Were they super humans or heroes looking to do the right thing? There were many theories, but one that intrigued Michael came from an awed blonde haired girl.

"God must have sent them, to punish us all for our sins!"

'God,' Michael huffed.

However they got here, Michael liked to think that they were ordinary men who saw something wrong with the world and decided to change it. He smiled as he saw graffiti artists spraying a new tag over the MRD recruitment posters. It was two words Michael thought would envision what the whole world would have to do:

'Accept change!'

Fury let out a sigh as he entered the situation room of the Triskelion. He took a single sip from his coffee and set it down on the table. With his energy levels recharged his usual attitude returned and he faced those whom he would be briefing. Of the Ultimates he spoke with his right hand man Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye. Tony Stark couldn't, or rather wouldn't attend the briefing, which was no longer a surprise to Nick. Scott Lang sat with Thor, debating the accuracy of the god status of the Asgardians. The latest recruit to S.H.I.E.L.D. was Jessica Drew, the female Peter Parker clone. She sat with the members of Ultimate X, or as Fury had come to call them Project Runaways. This small team included their field leader Karen Grant, the woman who had formerly been known as Jean Grey, next to her sat Bruce Banner, kept under control by Karen's immensely powerful telepathy. In front of them and sitting with Jessica was Liz Allen, otherwise known as Firestar and Derek Morgan.

"You really seem to look familiar, are you sure we haven't met before?" Liz asked Jessica.

Jessica awkwardly turned away from Liz and blushed as Derek turned his head away from her. The clone was an attractive girl and more than once Fury had reprimanded his men for flirting with her. He then focused on his ex wife Monica Chang. The woman was now in charge of Project Avenger, which employed Tony's old friend and rival James Rhodes, the mass murderer and vigilante Frank Castle and the former Liberator codenamed Red Wasp.

"All right," Fury caught their attention, activating the screen behind him. "What you are seeing now are images taken directly from our observer in Times Square two nights ago. As many of you are aware two beings from another dimension seemingly randomly landed in the city, our agent reported that they met up with former members of the X-men and the Fantastic Four."

"Are we bringing in any of the other members for this op?" Monica asked.

"No, I doubt Sue Storm will want to arrest her brother…"

"Is it going to come to that?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know, right now we're discussing the situation, you've all seen the you tube and face book videos as well as the censored news footage. These two beings used power beyond our initial threat assessment and destroyed the Nimrod fleet. Right now we theorise they contain destructive powers potentially equal to that of the Phoenix," Fury focused his gaze on Karen, measuring her shock.

"That's impossible, the Phoenix can fly into the deepest reaches of space in a matter of seconds and bring life to…"

"He said destructive power Miss Grant, everything else remains to be see!"

The gathered agents and super humans looked to the doorway as Kabuto stepped into the room. He was wearing his white shirt and purple overalls, smirking as he pressed his glasses up his nose.

"Who the fuck is that?" Hawkeye asked.

"Everyone, meet a native from the dimension the two threats came from, Kabuto Yakushi," Fury said.

"You don't look Chinese," Liz said.

"Much of our world's culture is similar to Japan, which really has nothing in common with China," Kabuto smirked.

Liz blushed in embarrassment as Monica shot her a glare.

"The two 'threats' you refer to are missing ninjas from my village Konoha. One killed his entire clan, and the other destroyed our village. Their names are Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha," Kabuto pressed the buttons on the table, highlighting the zoomed images that portrayed Naruto and Sasuke's faces.

"Wow, the blondes a real cutie, especially with those whisker marks but that dark haired guy is really hot," Liz sighed.

"They're supposed to be ninjas? They don't exactly scream stealth," Hawkeye said.

"They just scream," Frank added. "But if we're supposed to take them out I want to know exactly what they did before I start shooting kids," the Punisher explained.

"Oh they aren't mere teenagers, they both lived incredibly hard lives. You see the blonde one Naruto Uzumaki was someone I once admired," Kabuto admitted.

"Why exactly?" Jessica asked.

"He never knew his parents, his mother died in child birth and his father, a war criminal known as the Yellow Flash sealed a demon into the infant child. Our Hokage took the child in and showed him much kindness. Yet the entire village rejected Naruto, no matter how hard he worked they wouldn't accept him, alls they saw was the demon that killed their comrades. Every day Naruto was chased and beaten by the villagers, and at times mortally wounded by the very ninja that were assigned to protect him. His own sensei Iruka refused to teach him the necessary skills to survive as a ninja!"

"Those foul villagers, how could they do such a thing to a child?" Thor asked.

Kabuto repressed the urge to laugh as he turned to the supposed god.

"But Naruto got back up and he worked hard, eventually becoming a ninja and even forming a friendship with the only child of the Uchiha clan. Sasuke Uchiha was a prodigy amongst the Uchiha, their pride and joy, but there was something wrong with that child, he looked for too much power and even began pursuing forbidden Uchiha techniques. Those black flames were all a result of the Uchiha Sharingan, gained when Sasuke killed the most important person in his life, his girlfriend Sakura Haruno!"

"But where does Naruto fit into all of this?" Scott asked.

"They were best friends, when Sasuke fled Naruto was sent to pursue him. Despite the difficulty Naruto succeeded and brought Sasuke home. But instead of praising him, they shunned him, they said that he should have killed Sasuke, his only friend, can you imagine how hard it must have been for Naruto?"

"It was the last straw wasn't it?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, Naruto wasn't going to put up with the abuse anymore. He went mad, surrendering himself to the demon and destroying the village, killing everyone, even the Hokage. I and a few others survived, we warned the other villages but Naruto had chosen an ally from the rubble of the village."

"Sasuke Uchiha," Karen said.

Kabuto nodded his head, faking a glare at Naruto and Sasuke.

"They led other missing ninjas in an attack against the other villages, beginning our fourth Shinobi war, we slowly turned the tide and eventually cornered them. Sasuke and Naruto attempted to destroy us in a suicide attack, colliding their own signature moves together. Unexpectedly they opened a tear in the walls separating our worlds, I don't entirely know of the science behind what they did, regardless of how it happened its happened and they're now here to wreak havoc on your world," he explained.

The heroes sat with a mix of shock and awe at the story. Fury looked to Karen for answers.

"His thoughts are so focused, I cant even tell if he's lying or not," she spoke telepathically and eyed Kabuto suspiciously as she looked between her and Fury.

"That's the situation people, when we're ready we'll find them, the Avengers and Runaways will be the first wave, take them down covertly and if that fails, the Ultimates will take over," Fury explained.

The others either nodded or saluted to confirm the General's order. He dismissed them and each team went their separate ways. Frank would most likely go back to hunting the streets until Fury called on him again. Part of their deal was for Frank to occasionally do a favour for Fury and in return Fury would let him carry on his 'war' on crime.

"Oh excuse me General, but could I speak with Miss Grant for a moment?" Kabuto asked.

Fury looked over at Karen, whom nodded her head in agreement. They were both confident that whatever Kabuto had to say or do would be no problem for a former avatar of the Phoenix. He walked past Karen, giving her a reassuring pat. The man then stopped and shot Kabuto a one eyed glared. The ninja sheepishly got off of Fury's chair, raising his hands in surrender.

"Remember helmet, I've got my eye on you," Fury said.

'How corny can you get,' Kabuto thought, causing Karen to chuckle.

Nick walked out of the room, leaving Karen and Kabuto alone. He crossed his legs as he sat in a meditative pose.

"Wont you join me Miss Grant, there was something I was meaning to ask you," Kabuto said.

"What is it?" Karen asked, sitting in front of Kabuto.

"Well I noticed that you were trying to read my mind, please understand that I like my privacy, not only because I have important plans that'll change this world but also because, well I have had a difficult life and I have made mistakes, mistakes I hope to make up for," Kabuto explained.

"I know about those," Karen sighed.

"Yes, you've had a difficult life to haven't you?" Kabuto asked.

"Being put in a mental hospital, becoming a hero only for it all to end when my entire species is condemned, but I also learn that I'm not the next phase in evolution, I and everyone else like me is just an experiment," Karen explained.

"Yes, Fury told me about the X-men and I managed to come to my own conclusions, I could understand why you'd want to be someone else. My whole life has been about changing myself, about hiding behind personas and at one point in my life I even tried to become someone. But I fought a man whom convinced me to be my own person," Kabuto sighed as he thought of his battle between the Uchiha brothers.

"Who was he?" Karen asked.

"Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha's big brother," Kabuto smirked.

Karen gasped as looked to the cameras throughout the room.

"Don't bother, they can't hear what we're talking about, you're currently in a Genjutsu, one that's interacting directly with your telepathy. Alls they see is two people sitting down and having a rather interesting (though they'll think its boring) conversation about the cultural differences of our worlds. Don't be alarmed Miss Grant, I don't intend to hurt you, in fact I really wanted to help you!"

"Help me how?" Karen asked suspiciously.

"By releasing you from the Genjutsu you've trapped yourself in," Kabuto smiled as Karen widened her eyes. "Lets face it, you've hidden who you really are, built a persona of bitterness and sorrow and even given yourself a new name. I learnt the hard way that its better to be yourself, to be your own person, don't you agree…Miss Grant?"

Karen nodded her head as the dye on her hair slithered away, like an upwards rain storm. Her natural red hair seemed to shine in the light and she looked Kabuto in the eyes, smiling at him.

"Call me Jean Grey!"

Mary Jane Watson had more than once in the past few months considered suicide. At every point in the day she would be in her bathroom and she'd look at the objects in the room. She'd see herself in the mirror and consider breaking it, using the shards as blades for her wrists. Or she'd look at the assortment of antidepressants and heart treatment pills her mother kept (rather secretly from the rest of the neighbourhood) and entertain the thought of an overdose. In Mary Jane's eyes her life was over because it no longer had him in it. After the funeral she gave herself a purpose, to ruin General Fury. But he ruined it by showing her the truth that he was really just an old man filled with regret. She still hated him for Peter's death, but she understood that in some ways the world needed Nick Fury.

'But the world needed Peter too, not this other guy that's replaced him,' she thought bitterly.

If Peter had seen what was going on with the mutants then he would have spoken out. People would have seen him as a hero and they would have followed him. But he was gone, gone and forgotten by the rest of the world. Yet she was still here and once again in front of this mirror. Her mother was out, either shopping or trying to get another therapist (for herself, not Mary Jane) and for once Mary Jane didn't contemplate suicide because just two days ago she had seen something that had filled her with hope. She'd been there at Times Square and she saw them!

"The golden fox and the dark warrior," she whispered the name she had coined.

She'd recorded them on her phone, posted it on the Internet and even before the real media wrote an article of her own. It had been small but simple and stated that the two mysterious teenagers had stood against the government, against a whole army to save lives. Now the only thing Mary Jane contemplated was the next step of her plan. She removed her jewellery, throwing it into the bath, then got a wet tissue and traced it across her mouth. Mary Jane threw the now red tissue into the bath with her wrist and finger bands. She discarded all of her lipstick and any makeup she once kept in the house. Her clothes had already been thrown into the trash, she'd searched through her wardrobe to find the clothes she never wore. Gone were the styled dressed and feminine outfits she once wore, replaced by baggy cargo trousers and a hoody that did nothing to compliment her model frame. She took the contact lenses, putting them into her eyes, and then shattered her glasses against the bath.

"You can do this," she told herself as she picked up the scissors.

They were for cutting paper, so cutting her hair was extra difficult. Not just because of the unsuitable tools, but because Peter had always liked her hair. She cut away strand after strand, trimming it until it was just the right length. Her long hair was gone, cut so short that it couldn't be styled into anything beautiful anymore. Tears ran down her face as she looked at the sink, clogged by her own hair. She took the showerhead and the brown dye (again something her mother kept from the town, she was a natural redhead) and began changing the hair even further. When all was done and her hair was dry, Mar Jane looked at her new self in the mirror. No makeup and no smile but still she had hope. She had to find those two boys; she had to know what drove them. Throwing her phone against the wall, Mary Jane packed the cameras she had bought into her duffel bag and gathered the cash her mom kept in her room.

"Mary Jane guess what, May and Gwen are back," Anna Watson arrived moments too late.

The woman looked at the note on the dinner table. She fell to her knees, overcome by grief as she read the words her daughter wrote:

'Don't try to find me!'

May and Gwen smiled as they walked into their home. Stark had been kind enough to keep it off the market, pulling strings to make sure the house would be waiting for them. Gwen jumped onto the sofa, sighing in relief.

"I know I suggested leaving, but I've really missed this place," she said.

"I know," May smiled.

She hadn't lived here long, but the best year of her life had been spent here. It was here where she had raised not one, but three incredible boys, all she hoped would go on to great things. But the world they lived in was cruel and it tore them away from their dreams. Tobi appeared out of the wall, as if he was actually part of it. He returned to his natural form, placing his fan blade on the dinner table.

"No bugs I see," he muttered.

"Yeah that does seem strange, I thought they would have made nests by now," Gwen chuckled.

"Not those kind of bugs," May sighed.

"No I actually meant no insects like cockroaches," Gwen shivered at Tobi's statement, "Moths, ants and…" Tobi paused, knowing that if he said spiders he would have bought up bad memories for the two women.

He watched May walk up the stairs, no doubt intending to unpack.

"I wonder if the phones still working, I want to ask Mary Jane about those two guys that appeared in Times Square," Gwen said as she picked up the phone. "Well I suppose asking Stark to pay our electric bill would be too much," she sighed and put the phone down.

"Mr Tobi!"

The masked man looked to the stairs and tilted his head in curiosity. May walked into the living room, carrying a pile of men's clothes.

"These belonged to my husband, you look like you could fit into them, we certainly cant have you wearing that cloak all the time," May smiled as she placed them on the table.

Tobi stroked his chin, intrigued by May's point. He couldn't just keep to the shadows, sometimes the best way to hide was in plain sight. His scars would be easy to explain since everyone was sympathising with Ultimatum victims.

"You are right, thank you Mrs Parker," Tobi picked up one of the black shirts, slightly admiring the fabric.

"Excellent, Gwen and I will leave you alone for a moment," May said.

"Mrs Parker please wait," Tobi said.

May and Gwen stopped at the door, turning to Tobi.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay and for keeping my presence a secret from Mr Stark, but I think it would be better if we did this here," Tobi raised his hand to his mask.

May and Gwen gasped as the man pulled off his mask. He placed the mask on the table and flashed an innocent 'ear to ear' grin.

"And please enough 'Mr Tobi', call me by my real name, Obito Uchiha!"

Next Chapter 8: The City and the Village

I know my reveal wasnt as climatic and dramatic as the manga reveal, but there will be more drama later on. Next time the Creator and his children of tomorrow cross into Naruto's world and turn their sights on one particular village.