Witness Me
Disclaimers I don't own Naruto or RWBY, you know who does, please support any to all official releases.
Also it should be noted but it's set in an alternative universe.
Our story begins with a young man in his teen years as he sat outside a make shift tent that was mainly a tarp to keep the sun out as he held a knife while recollecting his thoughts like he's been doing every day.
When my life had began, the world had long since ended, thought the young man as his hair was blonde, but wild and mangy as it had even covered not only his eyes but his face.
Looking down at some photos, they were the last few bit of memoirs of his parents before they had died, as he remembered the story of their life, long before the one he had now.
A life where men and woman were able to go to places in vehicles, pick up food and exchanged it for something called money, and never having to spend the night with a knife under your pillow for the most part.
But then, he was lucky to not have been alive when his parents saw when shit hit the fan.
Soon rioting had not only became an everyday thing, but police brutality, when a concept like that made sense, became an unaccepted norm in order to maintain order.
Soon civil war broke, not amongst the state, prefectures or providences, but the people against all forms of authority as the common punk would fight cops, the everyday salary man would be caught strangling his boss, and where peaceful civic minded men either broke down to let themselves be consumed or allow themselves to be part of the anarchy.
Yes it had reigned supreme everywhere in the world, as people demanded change from their government, from their leaders, from their community, and for everyday that nothing was achieved was another day of hell on earth.
But then it came to an end when these leaders would soon send in their own men to put a permanent stop on all this anarchy did the world came to an end.
If there was a community too hot to let the police handle, send in the marines to wipe them all out.
If a soldier refused and defied orders, execute him on the spot.
And if the odd chance the military were to fail or it was determined to be a waste of effort and resources, nukem to hell.
It was of these actions that all forms of government had fallen indefinitely, and in its place came anarchy and freedom to all, who were willing to survived these new rules of the world.
And these new rules has what kept this young man alive for so long as he turned his head around and threw his knife into a snake that was lurking its way behind the man.
Getting up from his spot he went and pulled the knife out before grabbing the snake and proceeded to skin it.
Once it had been skinned he chopped the head and tail off respectively before sticking a large pointy stick through it and put it over on his soon to be lit spit.
Within 20 minutes his dinner was ready as he began to eat under the sun as he stared aimlessly back into the wasteland before him.
When will I be finally given the chance to die, so I can meet you again mom and dad, thought the young man as he took a bite out of his snake as he reflected on his parents.
His mother was someone he barely remembered but if anything stood out about her was her long red hair along with words that make his say love, warm, and food.
As for his dad, he lived a little longer, just long enough for him to die while trying to hide and protect his son and for what, for a couple of wasteland punks who wanted their bike.
Granted while it is unfair, it's not unheard of if not unseen by this young man, who has came to accept that in this new world, people will kill each other and one another for anything, for food, water, fuel, sex, and simply out of psychotic hate.
Does he regret not taking a stand, maybe at some point he did, but now, he keeps to himself and far away from those who would otherwise want to harm him and his home, and his home was nothing but a dirty mattress, a tarp, an old wall banner as a blanket, and the orange jacket he had claimed as rightfully his.
Only those that are strong, smart, or selfish will survive, while the weak, kind, and charitable are doomed to fail, he thought before finishing the rest of his snake before setting off back into the only settlement worth setting his foot in.
The place in question was called Murphy's Town, a small community now repurposed to serve as a trade settlement for those who need to make a pit stop or any locals looking for good, run by the fair mayor himself, Murphy.
Granted there was rules in place when setting foot here, everyone must turn in their weapons at the entrance, if a fight were to break lose, depending on the reason and the numbers of witnesses, punishment can result in permanent ban to on the spot execution, and more importantly no stealing.
Easy enough rules to follow for the young man as he turned in his knife and make himself towards his local spot.
"Well if it ain't the kid from out of town" greeted a man running some sort of food stand, "Hello" said the young man curtly.
"What do you got for me today" asked the man, "4 squirrel pelts, 5 snake skins, and honestly I don't know what the hell this thing is" said the young man as he managed to pull out the pelt of a raccoon.
"Well I'll tell you what, I'll give you the usual, but since you gave me some new pelt skin for the wife I'll throw in an extra half gallon of water, plus one of our more premium flavored noodle bowls" said the vendor.
"Sounds good" said the young man as he began to take a seat on the counter, next to a blonde haired woman who's left arm was prosthetic and fully functional.
Not paying her any mind, in spite of her being a beauty, the young man waited patiently before the vendor had set him a bowl of instant ramen noodles, with the promised premium ingredients, being the chicken broth flavor.
"Hey old man, what the hell are you pouring in his noodles" asked the beautiful blonde, "One of our famous premium spices to give it a little more flavor" said the vendor.
"Then pour some of that stuff in my noodles too" demanded the woman, "Sorry missy, but this comes with a price" said the vendor as the young man began to savor in the chicken flavor.
"What is a bag of lug nuts and gears not enough for what the hell I trade in for" said the woman, "More than enough, however if you want to try our premium flavors, you're gonna have to fork in at least 3 of those potatoes I gave you" said the vendor.
"Bullshit that's more than half and you know it" said the woman, "Hey those are my prices" said the vendor before the woman decided to splash the remaining contents of her noodles in the man's face.
"Screw you, I hope you run out of business" said the woman before she grabbed her backpack and looked down at the young man next to her before rolling her eyes.
"Ah, you win some you lose some, am I right kid" asked the vendor as the young man was just in bliss enjoying his new flavor of noodles.
Once he had his fill, he was ready to head back before he realized that a crowd of people were at the entrance.
Squeezing his way through, he saw that the reason everyone was at the gate was because they were examining some dead bodies, with their entire front side being disfigured from being dragged across the asphalt roads.
"Who could have done this to them" asked someone in the crowd, "Band of vandals maybe" said someone else, "Maybe it's someone new who's trying to move in here" said a different person.
It mattered not to the young man as he went to pick up his knife as he began to make his way back home, only to spot a motorcycle just down the hill from his home.
Pulling out his knife, he slowly crawled his way up the hill, ready to kill the thief who was on his property, however that never happened on account of him being greeted by the end of shotgun.
"Premium noodle guy, you're the last person I expected to see" said the blonde haired woman back in the settlement.
"Don't do anything funny now and drop that knife of yours" said the woman as the young man had no choice but to oblige.
"That's right" said the woman as she began to circle her way around the man before turning her head back to look at her bike.
"There had better not be so much as a part out of place you hear me" said the woman as the man said nothing but let out a grunt.
"No matter, you had nothing worth scavenging from that little spot of yours anyway, so consider yourself lucky" said the woman before she went behind the man and knocked him out cold with her shotgun.
The man in question wouldn't wake up till many hours later where he notice half his water was gone as he began to crawl his way back into his tent.
To hot from lying under the sun for so long he brushed his hair out of his eyes to reveal they were of blue color as he looked up aimlessly.
Another day alive in paradise, thought the young man as he heard the sounds of roaring engines from afar.
Getting up he saw that a car had been completely surrounded by other bikes and the driver and passenger were trying to flee or fend for themselves, before the bikers hopped out and forced them out of the vehicle.
What came next was a sight the man had no tolerance or stomach for as he turned away and ignored the faint cries of help and mercy, before hearing the engines roared for the last time.
Sitting back up he saw that the only thing visible from the sight of this raid was a dead body on the ground with potential loot or anything worth valuable to trade.
Making the short trip back down, he was surprise to see that the person on the ground was one of the bikers, more so he wasn't even dead yet as he began to crawl towards the young man.
"You scav… don't you dare… leave me here… to die…" wheezed the biker as the young man found this man to be pathetic in his hypocrisy.
"Then tell me, how many people you left behind to die" asked the young man as the biker continued to wheeze, "Fuck…you…" coughed the biker as he tried to force himself up.
It matter not to the young man as he began to pull out his knife and swiftly shoved it in the back of the man's head before he began to search his body, which wasn't a lot.
The only thing worth keeping was a small pack of disposable lighters, his Swiss army knife that had a can opener function, and a compass.
Otherwise his pants were to small as were his boots, and the jacket he wore wasn't his style, and it wasn't because it was covered in blood nor was it a color issue.
What made this young man to deter from it was how on the back it was embroided with the words 'Witness Me', as this quote has since became a common last famous words said by people ready to die or commit an atrocious act.
Sure this world is very unfair, it has no mercy for the weak, and any established settlements have since adopted the wild west rules, but with that being said there still exists strong men.
Men who are strong not only in strength in mass, but in grit, honor, and on principle to determine what is right and what is wrong and how to act upon it.
And unknown to the young man before us he was indeed one of these strong men this world needs now, whether he knows it or not, or wants to or not.
Walking back to his camp, he began to light himself a small fire as the sun had long since set as he took solace in where he was and thought back to times where he was happy.
"Naruto it's time for dinner" he remembered his mother saying to him before her untimely death and as her face was slowly being forgotten.
"Naruto, I'm proud of you my son" he remembered his father saying to him every day, even if there was nothing for him to be proud of.
"Naruto" whispered the young man under his breath as that was just about the only thing he ever bothers to remember and hold himself with pride with anymore in the wastelands of today.
So there you guys go, hope you all enjoyed it since this helps mark my return since I've been booted from my old account, and boy let me just say there's a lot of grinding and patronage I've got to earn back to those who knew me.
Otherwise I will republish a handful of my other stories, ones I did had intention to finish down at some point, so don't fret for those who were waiting.
This has been your Humble Narrator and official author Tobi Yaza. =3