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Chapter 1

"Do you have any work for me, Junior?"

Hei "Junior" Xiong craned his head to the side and spied the owner of the voice. A young man, probably no older than eighteen, sat at his bar. Normally he'd have questioned how someone snuck into his bar; but he was practically used to it after his men constantly failed to keep unwanted people out. He was really going to have to look into getting new people. Junior just had to accept it as something new in his life and move on.

The person in question kept his head down and a hood up to conceal sun kissed golden locks that barely could reach down to cover sapphire blue eyes. A tattered red cloak concealed most of his form, but what could be seen was silver forearm guard on his left arm with a spiral design resting over orange sleeves from a long sleeved shirt. His pants were black with an orange strip going down the sides of his legs. His one hand that was visible held on to a chain that disappeared up into the confines of his cloak. A fur belt twitched every so often.

"I can't say I do right now." He started cleaning a glass. Hei looked behind the young man towards his two body guards. He was waiting for them to notice him. His men certainly had already noticed them. They tensed when they walked by him. "What kind of job are you looking for?"

Scoffing, the mysterious man tapped the bar twice with his knuckle. He sat up just a tad bit more as if he were surprised by the hollow sound the bar had made when he tapped it. "Anything and everything. Assassination to extermination. Whatever is available."

Hei sat the cup down and eyed the figure funny. Aside from how he held himself, there wasn't much else to go on about him with his face as obscured as it was. Still, he did have enough information to know who he was dealing with.

"There are a few jobs I can think of," Hei admitted freely. Information, no matter how small it might be, came with a price. "Tell me something interesting first and I'll tell you what I know." Hei tensed when the figure slipped his hand into his cloak and withdrew a scroll. He set an image on it and slid it across the bar to him.

"Names have power, but that name is sacred. She was precious to me once, but now she's gone."

Junior eyed the image of a woman with pink hair. She wore a red dress and was done up nicely. Perhaps they were going to a bar. She was reaching for the cameraman, most likely the figure he was speaking with. Behind them was another man, one dawned in a small shroud of fog.

Sliding the scroll back to him, Hei inhaled deeply as he said, "There are a few jobs available; but they're extermination missions right now. No one is pissing off anyone enough to want an assassination."

"Payment?"

The bar owner pulled out a small lockbox and started flipping through the contents. He stopped and read something quietly to himself. "The two that I have right now are going for ten thousand lien. The locations are a little hush-hush right now. If local authorities were to get involved there'd be a lot of questions. Same if a huntsman got involved."

"Location?" Hei tossed a business card with an address on it. Taking it and getting to his feet, he reached out and dropped some lien for him. "You dabble in information, right? Can you find someone that's been hidden for years?"

"I can try." The scroll popped out again and this time it had a different image on it. A man with raven colored hair, blue high collar shirt, and a robotic right arm was now on it. Junior took all of it in as he looked over every detail of the man. Picking up another dirty glass he said, "It'll make it easier if I had a name to go with the face," as he started washing it.

Putting the scroll away, the figure chuckled. "If I survive this, I'll tell you the name if you promise to give me the jobs you get through here. I'll even split it with you. Seventy-thirty."

The bar owners' left eye twitched momentarily. Most of the jobs weren't exactly going to pay that well. And a no name mercenary taking on any kind of job wouldn't have the greatest of reputations at start. Still… Thirty percent wasn't as bad as it sounded. If he survived this then he could use his contacts to get this guys' name out there and pull in more requests, which meant more money, which would also mean more information. Drunken people talked just as nicely as every shadow in the world did.

"If you survive," Hei told him curtly with a nod.

The figure nodded his thanks as he turned the stool around and started walking away. His cloak hid the tip of a staff-like weapon on his back and as he walked you could the jingle of his chains striking metal. Junior watched him leave carefully as the young man got to the door, his hands in his pockets and spoke something to the bouncer at the door. The man tensed and opened it up for him hastily. The last thing Junior saw was his belt unraveling and swishing in the wind before the door was shut and the pale bouncer looking around nervously.

"So who was that?" Miltia asked. She sat down at the bar and eyed Junior carefully as the man snapped from his analytical mind to his normal self.

"A potential mercenary if he survives this job." Junior poured himself a drink. His eyes drifted back to the door. His guard still seemed fazed by something. What it was Junior could only guess at, but it was intriguing to watch as the man became slightly concerned with every shadow that passed him by. "He's going to Grants' farm."

"That man just got himself another body to bury." Miltia confessed softly. It was always a shame to see people go to him for work and die without ever getting paid. Oh well, the world was a cold and cruel place, despite what others would actually argue against. "Did you catch his name?"

"He didn't give it, but I know who he is." Junior gulped down the contents of his drink. The bitter taste it left was refreshing. He wanted to just drink away this job. Two years that man had been praying on huntsman and other mercenary types. Junior looked at the payment that was to be given out for the job if it was ever completed and wondered how much blood was now on it. "His name is Uzumaki Naruto, a fox Faunus, from Atlas."

"He doesn't look like he came from there. Maybe he was just raised there or…"

"He doesn't dress the part. His parents were from Vacuo and Mistral." Junior poured himself another drink. Miltia watched her boss seemingly drown his sorrows for what he did to the poor boy. "He was born and raised in Atlas. Went to a small academy to become a huntsman. Got turned down after he lost his left arm in combat. Reports are sketchy for how he lost it, but it's believed he lost it to friendly fire. He disappeared after his entry was revoked and now this is the first time anyone has seen him in two years."

"Where do you think he went?"

Junior shrugged and poured himself a third glass. His hands shook. He looked back to the bouncer at the door. The man was even more paranoid then he was before. "My guess is that he was dead and came back to life because he didn't like being dead. Wouldn't surprise me either. He was known for making anything impossible possible and never giving up. If he did die and came back to life, I fear why he truly came back."

Miltia glanced at her sister as she stalked towards them with a bored expression. There was no entertainment tonight.

(-)

Checking the card for the final time, Naruto pocketed it and stepped up to the door. He gave it three raps with his knuckle. A disgruntled cry sounded from behind the door and then a crash as someone fell. A few short seconds later the doors' locks could be heard clicking and the door was pulled open before it hit a small chain to keep it shut.

"Hello?"

"Are you Grant?"

"Yeah… Who wants to know?" Naruto raised the card he was given and the man stared at it for several seconds. "Oh! You're here to exterminate the Grimm in the area." He shut the door and then the final lock was removed. The door was thrown open and Grant stood with his one arm on his hip. "Thanks man. You have no idea on how hard it is out here. I'm trying to grow a garden and these little bastards keep showing up to kill my hands."

"I'll deal with them. Do they have a nest around here?"

Scratching his balding head, the man looked to the south and said, "Somewhat," if with a little worry. "They roam. Not uncommon for some Grimm, as they do look for spots with negative emotion, but these ones sort of just change areas frequently but always come here."

"So they have multiple nests?" Grant gave a sad nod. "I assume you used to go after them?"

"I did until one of them managed to get my arm a few months back. Around this time they all start showing up. My helpers are out of town today so I kind of need help now." He smacked his lips and looked back out to the south. "You can find them on the edge of the forest around this time. The main road isn't safe at night around these parts, but if you need to get somewhere, you usually got go down it. The council has been rather lax in trying to get a better way to travel through these parts. But until they get it fixed, it's the only road and the Grimm uses it as a hunting ground."

Naruto nodded and looked back to the south.

"My boys managed to clear out most of them a few days ago. But the little bastards keep multiplying. They had 'em down to 'bout fifteen or so. But I don't know what they're at now."

"I'll take care of it."

Grant grunted and shut the door.

Naruto slowly made his way to the location in question. He passed through the cornfields of the farmland. The rows of corn split and became other vegetable products that he either didn't like or just didn't care to know about. The main road was also easily identifiable. The main "road" was nothing more than a dirt path surrounded by a shady wooden fence on both sides with weeds growing up them; a clear sign of their negligence to properly maintain this area.

Jumping the fence, Naruto kept his hands in his pockets as he strolled through the dark forest in search of his targets.

Grimm attacks in these parts weren't uncommon. Huntsman usually patrolled the wall and a little more in order to keep people safe and secure when given the chance. This was part of the reason traveling by air became a must for most people. With more Grimm on the ground than in the air, air travel became the most used form of transportation between Kingdoms. But for towns in close proximity to one another traveling by ground was a more accessible thing than air travel. And when transporting cargo Huntsman would be called in to escort the cargo from one location to another.

Mercenaries weren't uncommon for these sorts of jobs either. In fact, a lot of questionable people used mercenaries or huntsman that went rogue to get their product across great distances for fear of an actual huntsman requesting information on the nature of what is being shipped. This didn't first come around until after a team of huntsman was transporting a new species of Grimm that was discovered and captured. The beast broke free of its restraints and then savagely killed all four members of the team. Video footage of their slaughter was found a year later when some people came across the remains of the transport and thought they could make some quick cash from it.

After that all products were given inspections before being transported by anyone, with the exception of mercenaries and huntsman that had turned away from their civic duties as protectors.

The sound of gravel under foot made him stop his train of thought and glance in the direction of the sound. Narrowing his sapphire eyes, Naruto reached for something on his back concealed by the cloak. A moment later a growl sounded and out stepped a Beowulf. It stood to its full height and snapped at him.

Then another appeared. Before long a horde of them had appeared and circled the blond. Naruto took his hand away from whatever he was reaching for on his back and instead reached to the small of his back for something else. The first Beowulf howled and charged him, eager to stop him from drawing whatever weapon he might conceal.

Naruto spun under its wide swing and whipped out a black pistol, firing one round into the chest of the Grimm as it whipped around to attack him again. The round put a fist sized hole in its right lung area and it staggered back from the force of its kinetic impact before it dropped to the ground dead. He used his other hand to withdraw a second one of equal size and start blasting each Grimm away.

As the Grimm got closer and closer Naruto grimaced and was forced back to the main road. He propped himself up on a post and reloaded his weapons. The Grimm stalked out on all four, hungrily staring at him. Gripping his weapons tightly, he smirked and swung them upwards. The handles fell straight with the barrel of the twin pistols and a three inch blade sprang out of the top of each barrel. He put his index finger through the ring around the trigger and twirled them before holding them in a reverse grip.

Undeterred by his weapons the remaining Grimm charged him. Slowly and methodically Naruto weaved between them, slicing through hide and bone with relative ease. He switched one to its pistol form and blasted a few while holding others at bay with the pistol-dagger.

It was a quick and easy clean up. The Grimm were slain and the blond peered off into the distance as the crunch of gravel under foot alerted him to a new presence. Slowly, he turned and found Grant holding a sawed off double-barrel shotgun in one hand. The man didn't flinch as he pulled the trigger. The round hit his aura shield and spun him around to one knee. Grant pulled back the hammer on the second chamber and shook his head. He pulled the trigger again. Naruto's hand jerked up as the hammer struck the round and ignited the dust inside it and stopped the tiny pellets from touching his flesh. His left hand was riddled with his holes, but he didn't mind that.

Now unarmed, Grant tossed his gun down and ran.

Naruto got to his feet and checked his left hand. The rounds hadn't done nearly as much damage as he had first thought. Still…

He grabbed one of his pistols, took aim at the fleeing man, and squeezed the trigger. He heard him scream and fall. Slowly, he stalked over towards him and found him attempting to crawl away whimpering all the while. "How often do you do this?" Naruto asked plainly. He kicked Grant onto his back and planted his foot on his chest. The one armed man huffed and spat up at him. Naruto's belt unraveled and turned into an orange fox tail. The mans' sneer only grew. "You're all the same, no matter the age, culture, or location. You're all the same."

Slowly, he grabbed his foot with his damaged hand and started hauling him through the cornfield, kicking and screaming all the way. Fishing out a red dust crystal from his pocket, Naruto examined it for a moment as he released Grant's leg and looked to where he was.

"So this is why this spot is so hush-hush," he mused quietly. Grant turned over and started trying to crawl away again. Naruto tossed the dust shard in the air a few times before pulling out his pistol and tossing the shard out into the field. He took aim as it began to fall and squeezed a round off as the shard began to disappear behind the tall plants. The round ignited the dust shard with energy and caused it to explode.

Grant turned over as the sound of the explosion drew his attention. "Oum please," he whimpered out. Naruto turned and faced him, his pistol still drawn. "Plea-"

Naruto shot him in the chest twice and kept on walking until he reached Grant's home. He pushed the door open and pilfered his money and ammo crates. They weren't the right rounds for his pistols, but he could always sell them to someone who needed ammo cheap. The last thing he took was a small cup of instant ramen before vacating the area as a storm of high winds and thunder began to rain down on the main road. He didn't question it. He just kept moving.

(-)

Junior loosened his tie and undid the top button to his shirt. It was after hours and he was getting ready to shut down for the night. With a glass of warm scotch in his left hand and the other holding an old fashion windup watch, he contemplated his life for all but a fraction of a second. This was where he wanted to be in his life. Information was power. Power was everything. His father taught him that and that if you didn't have information to back your power you were as good as dead.

He snapped the golden case shut on the watch, sipped on his drink, and watched the lights begin to dim.

Hei loved to watch the lights slowly dim to nothing as the day was brought to a close. It gave him another aspect of time and a chance to reflect on everything he did that day.

His father had another saying that he never understood as a child. It wasn't even really a saying. His fondest memory of his dad was watching him walk through a door and suddenly becoming something else. As a child he thought he had a split personality, but as time went on and he grew older, he understood what it all meant. His father wasn't changing. He was letting all the stress of the day wash away and stay behind the door in the room he left. It was probably how doctors acted when they walked out of the hospital even if they failed to save a life that day.

Rather than walk out the door and change to a man that forgot his troubles at work, he chose to leave them behind as the lights dimmed and slowly shut off.

"Are you about ready to go?" Miltia's voice pulled Junior from his daydreaming about the past. He took another sip of his drink before nodding. She folded her arms under her bust as she waited for him to clean the cup he used. "You usually don't drink scotch on the end of the day. What's wrong?"

Junior turned the water on and glanced down at the lockbox. His mind returned to the young man that had gone to his death for that job. Thirty-eight now, he mused silently to himself. The boy hadn't reported back and he hadn't gotten a phone call asking for the job to be pulled yet. "Nothing," he said sharply.

The water warmed and he began cleaning his cup. Miltia put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off and went to drying it. In the dim lighting he examined the glass and for a split second saw his younger self doing the same thing. His father used to own the club, and then he inherited it from his father when he vanished. Junior had looked for him for a while but gave up. He wasn't sure if he was dead or alive. He didn't care either. Only a few good memories came from their time together.

Setting the cup down on the rack, he reached around and grabbed his coat before stepped around the bar. Melanie looked bored and ready to leave. Junior couldn't remember where he found them all those years ago. They just showed up one day and started working for him. Maybe the alcohol was really affecting him ton-

A ding sounded from behind the bar. The three turned slowly to find the cloaked figure from before glowering at the microwave.

Junior's left eye twitched as he sobered up and stormed towards him. "How did you get in? It's after hours!" He reached behind the bar and grabbed his oversized bat. He flipped a switch and it shifted to a bazooka.

"Why does it always take three minutes?" Naruto mused silently to himself, ignoring the three. He tapped his foot impatiently as he watched the timer take its slow time winding down. "At least I'm not out in the woods anymore. That took way too long for me. Had to find water, make a fire, then boil the water, and only then could I really even eat the stuff after it set for about twenty minutes. Still… three minutes is just too long."

Melanie sighed and walked towards the bar, ready to throw out the ignorant man. "Hey! We're closed. So beat it."

Looking up from the timer, Naruto growled and sat some lien cards on the bar. Junior lowered his weapon and glanced at them. There was at least ten thousand lien right there on his bar. All of it offered up by the young man grumbling about time on a microwave for ramen.

Alright. He was intrigued by this.

Melanie caught the interaction between Junior and the unknown figure and sighed as a result. She didn't have time for this. She had a date with a hot bath back home and she wasn't going to waste those few hours soaking in the hot water and sweet soaps on some business deal.

"I'm going home," she told Junior in a dark voice. He nodded without paying any attention. "Come on, Miltia. Let's go home." The girl in red glanced back to Junior and then the unknown figure before complying with her twin sister.

No sooner had they left did the timer go off and Naruto pulled out a steaming cup of noodles. Junior sat his weapon down on the bar table and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of scotch. Naruto hopped the counter and sat down in the same spot he had earlier when Junior first saw him.

"So you survived your ordeal with him?" Naruto grabbed a remote and flicked a television on. Junior glanced up as he flipped through the channels until he found a news channel covering a fire. Hei could only listen in shock as they talked about the acts of one Grant Stone with a fire in the background. Footage of him being carted off in a body bag summed up the whole thing with mug shots from his life as a criminal some twenty years ago. "So he's dead? Real shame."

"Not really," Naruto confessed. He pulled his hood back and scratched at his spiky blond hair. "Atlas has been looking for him for years now. They gave up on the idea that he was alive some five years ago. The biggest known criminal hiding in plain sight. Acting as a farmer no less."

Hei nodded and poured the scotch for the two. He slid one to the blond as he blew on his steamy cup of ramen. Taking a sip of his drink, the bar owner blinked as a mental image of the blond from before came to his mind. His body was tense back then and his guard was always up. It was like he was waiting for some unseen attacker to present its self. But now he was relaxed, his words carried less weight and more joy. His gaze even seemed to soften. And the vibe he got from his was no longer some sort of "I'll kill you vibe," but rather something more akin to that of a prankster.

Smart kid, he mused as he downed the rest of his drink and refilled it. "You don't let work get the better of you, do you Uzumaki?" Naruto took a long sip from his drink and sat the cup down gently, an action that he noticed he did with his left arm. "Did you know what he was?"

"Grant?" Xiong nodded. Naruto looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded. "His wanted posters have him from how he looked twenty years ago in my town. Never really could work outside Atlas, though." Naruto slurped up some of the ramen and then took another swig of the drink, finishing it in one gulp. Junior grabbed the bottle and filled it up again. "Thanks…" He took another pull on the drink and said, "Atlas couldn't come out here and get him because they didn't know where to look and me finding him was only by chance. Honestly, if I had known his full name I might not have killed him. James really wanted him to stand trial for those deaths all those years ago."

"But the seven year limitation was up. Those deaths happened twenty some odd years ago. Jimmy wouldn't be able to touch him without a new body showing up. And even then, the man was good about covering his tracks." The blond haired teen nodded silently. He slurped up some more ramen while Hei asked, "So why come to me for work? You were revoked from joining Atlas Academy on the grounds that you had just gotten a robotic limb to replace you lost left arm. So why not become one of them, rather than a mercenary?"

Naruto finished his ramen, an event that lasted a full four minutes, before he answered. "Do you know the truth of the world?" Junior scoffed and poured himself another glass. "Crime always pays. You can make us much money as you want, work all the late night shifts, get all the overtime in the world, and still you'd only make a fraction to a thug or a drug dealer. They make real money. But they run the risk of being caught in the act, thrown in jail, and even then, based on their crimes, may even get out if they have enough money. So the world is once again at their mercy. People like James will send his people out to stop them, keep them in check, and just be the people that we want them to be. But the reality is that even he is controlled by those same people he puts away. The council is even infected with."

"So you became a mercenary to hunt down evil doers?" Junior laughed at that. That was a teens' fantasy of a hero filled with blood, bullets, fame, and sex. It was a dream he once slept soundly with. He was the hero, his dad was the villain.

"No." Naruto picked up the cup and stared at it through the dim lighting of the club. "I do what I do because I want to see the worlds' response to what I do. What does the world say when someone stands against them in a fit of rage to their actions? The world is splintered, shattered like a mirror. We look at one line and see our reflection twice. We see two paths we can take and the world that follows each is a mystery we want answered, but we can only follow one true path. Do you know what that path is? It's happiness. We all want to be happy, so we follow the path that makes us happy."

"So you're on the path to happiness?" Junior downed his drink and poured himself another. Biblical talks were a bore. Moral beliefs were even worse. It took the fun right out of him when he had to start these talks. They were a step above political talks in his most hated things to discuss.

"Whether I find happiness at the end of it, isn't really an option. I just want answers." Naruto pulled out his scroll and slid it across to him. Junior picked it up and saw the same image of the man from before. "His name is Uchiha Sasuke. I'm looking for him."

"To kill him?"

A sly grin spread along Naruto's lips. His whisker mark, up closer observation, weren't whisker marks. They were scars. "I'm looking for him for my own reasons. Perhaps I'll tell you. But you have to find him first for me." He finished his drink and cracked his back. "I don't suppose you know a good hotel or something I can stay at, do you?"

Junior blinked slowly, the alcohol was affecting him more than he thought it would. "I can think of a few places," he confessed tiredly.

"Thanks, Hei." Junior chuckled and grabbed his coat while putting his bat up. "I'll follow you unless you wanna give me directions." Grumbling, he wrote them down on a card and gave it to him. "Thanks. I'll come by later this even to see about more work."

"If you're as good as you say you are, I hope you pull in lots." Naruto waved to him and Junior chuckled to himself. Dad would be proud of me… I think.

A/N

So this is the first chapter in a Naruto RWBY story where these worlds are meshed together. I know this has sort of been done numerous times, but like I've always said, I write what I wanna read and to my knowledge and my thirty minutes of raiding the site for any story like this, I have turned up nothing; both on pairings, which I'm not going to disclose right now, and affiliations for Naruto. Other Naruto charctures will show up eventually, but for the time being, it's strictly Naruto. And as for a time line, this is just a bit before the series starts, going back to a few of the volume 1 trailers.

I also left Naruto partially obscured for his first appearance and toned down the whole fight because I have plans for him to show his stuff later. He's not super powerful, but as Roman would put it, he's a weird kid.