This story came to me when I was rewatching Scooby-Doo, and suddenly thought of how great it would be to combine Naruto,with the plot of Scooby-Doo. The only thing is I'm basing the story off of the area I'm from (D.C.) and making it set in 2006/2007. So yeah, please don't expect too much from this story cause I'm honestly just messing around. Hope you enjoy!
full summary:
In the gritty streets of early 2000s Washington, D.C., a group of misfit teens—Sasuke, Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, and Akamaru—form a makeshift detective gang, solving crimes that the authorities overlook. From petty thefts to unraveling drug rings, their unconventional methods and street smarts have earned them both notoriety and respect. However, their biggest case looms in the shadows: taking down Orochimaru, a ruthless drug lord wreaking havoc on the East Coast.
warnings:Cursing,mention of drugs
I don't own Naruto or Scooby-Doo!!!
The streets of Georgetown in early December smelled of wet pavement and cigarette smoke. It was that awkward part of winter when it wasn't quite cold enough for snow, but the frigid wind sliced through your jacket anyway, especially if it was the kind you bought secondhand for a few bucks at the Goodwill down on M Street. Rows of townhouses—brick-faced, ivy-draped, ridiculously overpriced—loomed on either side, their windows glowing warm against the evening gloom. This was D.C. for you: beautiful on the outside, with a whole lot of shit bubbling under the surface.
Naruto Namikaze was trouble. He wasn't dangerous, per se—unless you counted the time he tried to deep-fry a turkey in the alley behind his house and almost took out half the block. No, trouble just followed him, like a stray dog. Which was ironic, considering his best friend literally had a stray dog.
"Goddamn it, Naruto," Sasuke Uchiha growled, ducking as Naruto tripped over a loose cobblestone, sending his full 5'9" of chaos stumbling into him. Sasuke shoved him upright, his black scarf whipping in the wind. "Could you try not to kill us before we get there?"
"Not my fault the ground's a freaking death trap," Naruto snapped back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his oversized orange puffer jacket. It was so bright it practically glowed in the dark. "Maybe Georgetown should use some of that tax money to fix their shitty sidewalks instead of putting up another Starbucks."
"Yeah, I'll be sure to bring that up at the next town hall meeting," Sasuke deadpanned, voice dry as ash.
Behind them, Kiba Inuzuka stifled a laugh, tugging at Akamaru's leash. The massive white dog—part wolfhound, part god-knows-what—sniffed the air, his tail wagging like he smelled trouble. And if Akamaru smelled trouble, that meant they were in for a long night.
"Could you two not bicker for once? Or, I dunno, save it for when we're not about to break into an abandoned church?" Shikamaru Nara muttered.He was the only one who hadn't bothered with a coat, instead rocking his usual oversized hoodie with the fraying cuffs. His whole vibe screamed "I'd rather be home playing Halo 2 than dealing with your nonsense."
"First of all, it's not 'breaking in.' The door's already open. Second, it's not abandoned," Naruto said, kicking a loose rock down the alley. It clattered against a dumpster. "There's been creepy shit going on in there for weeks."
"'Creepy shit,'" Sasuke repeated flatly. "That's your professional assessment?"
"Yeah, Sherlock," Naruto shot back. "Shadows in the windows, weird noises, people saying they saw some guy in a mask lurking around. That sound normal to you?"
"I mean, it's Georgetown. That could just be some rich kid doing coke in his dad's vintage chapel," Kiba said, shrugging. "But hey, if there's a ghost, Akamaru'll sniff it out."
The church came into view at the end of the alley, its spire jutting into the dark sky like a broken tooth. It was old—older than anything had any right to be in a city that loved to bulldoze history for parking lots. The place had been boarded up for years, the ivy climbing its stone walls like skeletal fingers. But sure enough, as they crept closer, the faint glow of light spilled through the cracked stained glass windows.
Naruto grinned. "See? Told you. Ghost shit."
Sasuke rolled his eyes but said nothing. He adjusted the straps of the beat-up backpack slung over one shoulder, the weight of their usual "investigation kit" pulling it down. Flashlights, a crowbar, duct tape (because you always needed duct tape), and some spray paint, just in case. Not exactly standard police-issue, but Sasuke wasn't his dad, no matter how much Fugaku wanted him to be.
The air inside the church was colder, thick with the smell of mildew and something metallic, like old blood. Their flashlights sliced through the darkness, illuminating rows of broken pews and a crumbling altar covered in graffiti.
"You know, for once, I'd love to solve a mystery that doesn't involve potential tetanus," Shikamaru said, ducking under a low-hanging beam.
"Where's the fun in that?" Kiba asked, his flashlight sweeping across the altar. Akamaru barked once, his ears swiveling forward. The hairs on the back of Naruto's neck stood up.
"Did you hear that?" Naruto whispered.
"Hear what?" Sasuke asked, but his hand had already gone to the crowbar in his bag.
"Footsteps," Naruto said, spinning toward the far end of the church. "I swear to—"
The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a loud crash, followed by the unmistakable sound of a door slamming shut. Akamaru barked again, this time a deep, guttural warning. The group froze.
"Well, shit," Kiba muttered. "Guess we're not alone."
"No kidding," Sasuke said, his voice low. "Stay close. And for god's sake, Naruto, don't do anything stupid."
Naruto opened his mouth to argue but stopped when the shadows at the far end of the church started to move. Not just move—shift, like they were alive. A figure stepped out of the darkness, their face obscured by a mask. A knife glinted in their hand.
"Okay," Naruto whispered, his voice shaky but determined. "Now it's officially ghost shit."
Sasuke stepped in front of him without thinking, crowbar raised. "Stay back," he growled, his eyes locked on the masked figure.
But before anyone could move, the figure lunged.
And just like that, the night was chaos.
It wasn't until they were sprinting down the street ten minutes later—Naruto yelling at Sasuke for "grabbing his ass instead of his arm," Sasuke shouting back that it was "an accident, dumbass," and Kiba trying to keep Akamaru from bolting—that Naruto realized something important:
The figure had dropped something. And that something was still clutched in his hand—a small vial of white powder, with a snake coiled around the label.
"Orochimaru," he murmured under his breath, his heart pounding.
Sasuke glanced at him, dark eyes narrowing. "What?"
"Nothing," Naruto said, shoving the vial into his pocket. "Just…looks like we've got our next mystery."
The next morning, Georgetown looked deceptively calm. Winter sunlight gleamed off the Potomac, and the streets bustled with holiday shoppers in designer coats. It was easy to forget the city had a dark underbelly—a network of crime and corruption that seeped into even the most pristine corners. But for the four teenagers walking to class that morning, it was impossible to forget.
Naruto Namikaze was running late. Again.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he muttered under his breath, tying his scarf in a rushed knot as he darted down Prospect Street. His school bag thumped against his back, the vial of powder still hidden in the front pocket. He couldn't stop thinking about it—the way it had glinted in the dim light of the church, the coiled snake logo that felt all too familiar. Orochimaru.
But it wasn't just the mystery weighing on his mind. It was his father.
Minato Namikaze wasn't just the mayor of D.C.—he was a goddamn legend. The "Golden Boy" of Georgetown Prep, Harvard Law, and now the Democratic frontrunner for the presidency. Every inch of their house reflected that image: polished wood floors, framed photos of Minato shaking hands with senators and foreign dignitaries, and the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee, like ambition itself had a scent.
Naruto hated it.
Not his dad—just the image. The way everyone assumed the Namikaze family was perfect. They didn't know about the arguments, or how Minato spent more time on the campaign trail than at home, or how Naruto's mom—before she left—used to call it "the golden cage."
Naruto slammed through the gates of the high school just as the warning bell rang, his sneakers skidding against the wet pavement. "Made it!" he yelled, triumphantly throwing his arms in the air.
"Congratulations," Sasuke said dryly, leaning against one of the columns outside the building. His black pea coat and perfectly combed hair screamed "I don't even have to try." He was scrolling through his flip phone, looking unimpressed. "You're only twenty minutes late."
"Hey, it's progress," Naruto shot back, grinning. "Where's everyone else?"
"Inside," Sasuke said. "Kiba's probably trying to flirt with Hinata again, and Shikamaru's… existing."
Naruto chuckled as they headed toward the doors. "How was your morning? Did you get to bask in the warm glow of family love and togetherness?"
Sasuke gave him a withering look. "You mean did I survive another lecture from my dad about 'why I'm wasting my potential'? Yeah, sure. Family bonding at its finest."
Naruto glanced at him sideways, noting the tension in his shoulders. Fugaku Uchiha was practically a walking stereotype: stern, stoic, and obsessed with duty. As the Chief of Police, he'd built his career on being the city's moral compass—a sharp contrast to the criminals he hunted. But Naruto knew the pressure of living up to a legacy like that. It sucked.
"Did he at least let you eat breakfast before the lecture?" Naruto asked, smirking.
"I don't need breakfast," Sasuke muttered. "I need quiet."
Inside the school, Shikamaru and Kiba were already at their lockers. Shikamaru looked like he'd just rolled out of bed—because he probably had. His hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and his hoodie had coffee stains that might've been older than Naruto.
"Morning, sunshine," Naruto greeted him.
"Too early for sarcasm," Shikamaru replied, his voice a lazy drawl. "You guys see the news?"
"About what?" Sasuke asked, dropping his bag into his locker with a sharp metallic clang.
Shikamaru held up his phone, scrolling through a grainy photo of a crime scene taped off near Union Station. "Another drug bust. Police found a stash in a bakery basement. Guess whose name keeps coming up?"
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a look.
"Orochimaru," they said in unison.
Kiba sauntered over, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. "Man, that guy's like a bad rash. You think he's behind what happened at the church last night?"
"Probably," Naruto said. "But we've got nothing to prove it. Just this." He tapped his pocket, where the vial was hidden.
Kiba leaned against the lockers, crossing his arms. His leather jacket was scuffed and torn, probably from one too many alley chases with Akamaru. "Well, whatever we're doing next, count me in. I need a distraction before my mom asks me to 'help out with a case' again."
Tsume Inuzuka worked in Homeland Security, specializing in tracking underground networks. It was how Kiba had ended up with Akamaru—a retired K9 who'd been trained to sniff out explosives. But while Tsume had a reputation for being sharp as hell, her parenting style was… let's just say unconventional.
Shikamaru's parents, meanwhile, were practically D.C. royalty. His dad, Shikaku, was a high-ranking strategist for the CIA, and his mom worked for the NSA. The fact that Shikamaru hadn't ended up as some kind of child prodigy was a small miracle. But his laid-back attitude and genius-level IQ made him the group's default planner, even if he complained about it constantly.
As the group headed to their first class, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling that last night was just the beginning. The vial burned in his pocket, a reminder of the danger they were walking into. But if they could track down Orochimaru—if they could stop him—maybe they could finally make a dent in the chaos he was spreading.
And maybe, just maybe, they'd prove to themselves—and their parents—that they weren't just a bunch of screw-ups.
They were a team.
"Hey," Naruto said, nudging Sasuke's arm. "You think we'll catch him?"
Sasuke glanced at him, his dark eyes steady. "If we don't, who will?"
It wasn't exactly a comforting answer, but it was enough to make Naruto smile.
"Well," he said, slinging an arm around Sasuke's shoulders. "At least we'll look cool doing it."
Sasuke shoved him off with an annoyed huff, but there was a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
And for a moment, everything felt just a little less heavy.
Hope this was entertaining enough lol. I may or may not continue updating depending on if I can come up with an actual plot for the story haha.
Also happy new years!