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Two men stood in the doorway of a laboratory. Light glinted off silicone flooring, tiles separated by sheets of high-grade metal and bolts. Monitors stacked and separated by flat lined boxes were screwed down in the corners. Dead animal carcasses and even humans littered the many stainless steel tables, which instruments of research and manufacture lay motionless next to. The only thing to dampen the manufacture style room would be the blood smeared across the luminescent squares that made up the ground.

The figure on the right, a man with bleach-white hair that spiked into a mane on his back, spoke up, green eyes gleaming dangerously in the shadows. "This child… tell me, why is he so important? Why is he so dangerous?"

The other figure with distinctly red hair pocketed the matching book, focusing his piercing blue gaze on the first. "He is… how should I say…?" There was a short pause. "…Truly a unique specimen," he finished with a short snort. "It would be easiest to meet him, as I would rather not bore you with the details."

The first chuckled. "But, my kind sir, I live for details. I am but a kindly scientist looking towards the future."

"The future, you say? The one where you sit on a throne high up, above the world? You must be joking."

"And you, my friend, shouldn't talk. Your grandeur couldn't be more false. To dream is to aspire, and aspiration is to be like somebody else. To aspire to be a god is to aspire to be like The God." The white-haired man flipped a white bang out of his eye.

The red-haired man followed suit and brushed the silky hair back behind his ear. "But, without aspirations, there can be naught but misery and disarray. In order to move forward, one must move back and see what others had done before."

"Enough of this drivel, Kira. Take me to this boy who you claim is so important."

Kira flicked the rest of his red hair out of his face and smiled. "Of course. Just follow me."

It wasn't long before both of them had stepped to the other side of the room and stood before a clear door. It had a plastic consistency and aberration. The white-haired man thought it looked like plexi-glass, and it was probably as durable as it was. Several slots had been drilled through the material, a dried food stain present on the edge of one.

Through the door stood an empty room save a single oak four-pillared writing desk with excruciating lacerations. Blood splatter pooled on the edge of the oaken desk. A single chair sat, askew with the desk, just as many gouges cut through the matching chair. Both were rudimentary, not expensive enough to matter. The blocky manufactured style of it all led to that obvious assumption.

The floor was just as shiny and cubical as the lab. Some blood smeared itself across the tiles, reminiscent of the outside chambers. It was expected to the two, neither showing any reaction to the state of the room. In the center of the room sat an orange towel, frayed at both ends and browned from blood. In the center of the towel sat a twelve year old boy.

The boy's bright blonde hair contrasted deeply with the frigid cold atmosphere. His eyes stayed closed, unseeing of the two hawks watching him. The pale yet strong body stayed tensed, alert to all sounds which may come. Black spandex covered his body, wrapping around it like a warm blanket. His eyes opened- a cold blue, not unlike those of Kira, and slightly glossy like he wasn't quite perceiving anything, merely seeing.

There was a calm resonating across the entire structure. An aura of peace crept into both men's souls.

Slightly dazed, the white-haired man threw his eyes into the blonde-haired boy's soulless blue ones. "Is that the boy?" he asked. It was a stupid question. That boy was the only other living thing in the lab.

Kira gave a quick glance to his partner before looking back at the blonde-haired boy with a smile. "Yes, it is. If you wish, I may call him over?"

"Of course," the other drunkenly muttered. "Of course…"

Without any prompt, the blond stalked to the door in silence. The movements were jerky and stumbled, but it still took little time for the child to cross the expanse, however small.

Kira shoved the other to the side of the door quite suddenly. The white-haired man, unsuspecting of the sudden movement, didn't stop himself, sending both stumbling back several feet until Kira stopped them at a metal table. Just as the white-haired man was close to protest, he saw the door.

A serrated black blade was stuck through one of the slots, aimed right where he had been standing. Grafted on the blade was "Genesis Project" in a sterling silver. Odd textures on the blade suggested it had been drenched in a dried liquid of some kind, most probably more blood.

"Be careful. I've lost more than a few researchers that way. It's become a custom for me to pull people away from that door." Kira gave another smile and straightened himself, pulling the other up by the arm.

"What the fuck was that!? How did he even get that sword! The room was fucking empty!"

Kira watched the man pant lightly from the yelling. "That is the anomaly. That is my test subject. You should ask him yourself, actually. I'm sure he'll answer you."

"There's no way I'm getting near him. I'll be dead sooner than Everith from the Anaconda experiment group."

A laugh escaped Kira's mouth. "I'll protect you."

"Dammit. Fine. But I'm counting on you not to let me die."

They shared a small chuckle. The white-haired man indulged the idea and stood near the glass, though not near enough for the sword to touch him. Sometime in the lapse of attention, the blade had been removed and placed back wherever it had been before.

"What is your name?" he asked first. It was simple and straightforward. Something that could be easily interpret and answered.

The blond met the man's eyes before answering. "Uzumaki. Naruto Uzumaki. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cyris Leon."

"How did you know my name?" This conversation was already disconcerting. Cyris didn't want to admit it, but he was incredibly frightened of this child.

"The world opens up to those who wish to see."

The answer made no sense. Cyris decided to disregard it until it became important. Instead, he asked "How old are you?"

"I am old enough to have experienced life and young enough to not die, as time is dictated by light. I find myself very gray."

Cyris thought the answer sounded more like a refusal to answer, but he got the feeling the boy was answering truthfully. It almost sounded like one of the legendary Ancients, yet different. More vague, and bordering on psychotic. Was the kid crazy?

"He answers the truth. It only needs interpret. He is nine, by the way, and one of the most powerful individuals I have ever had the chance to meet. He already kills with the efficiency of General Sephiroth."

"That is… disturbing," Cyris commented quietly. "Can you show me? I wish to see this specimen in the field."

Kira's smile grew wider. "Was that first show not enough? Even the commander cannot do such a silent and deadly stab. I have had my heart punctured once, and didn't even realize it until I was on the ground. How do you think I have gotten so good at predicting he strikes?"

The blond boy stood to the side of the door, staring with a fierce intensity onto the conversation. Cyris sent frequent glances in his direction, probably out of fear or nervousness.

"I want to know as much as I can about him, not as little as I can. He has gotten my interest."

"Of course," Kira almost sang. "Follow me."

The two walked across the wall into a bland corner, Kira picking up a manila folder off of an abandoned chair on the way. The red-head swooshed his hand under the nearby desk, and the wall moved to the side not long after, a clicking accompanying every inch the edge moved. When it lay motionless once again, a shaded arch led into a lit room.

The room itself was a viewing platform. Windows lined one wall, looking down onto a modifiable chamber. It had computers set into every crevice, many hooked up to monitor vital components of multiple subjects' health. Only three currently held data on them, all for the one child in the facility. The other monitors routed to microscopic cameras fixed into the walls of the chamber below, giving off blank feed.

Kira held out the manila folder to Cyris, the other man taking it carelessly and flipping it open. Eyes roved through the information, darting to the important words and files. As the man went on, his eyes grew wider with each passing second. Then, skipping to the last page, his eyes stopped at a single line.

"Are you sure this data is correct?" Cyris asked, suddenly.

Kira gave an annoyed glare at the man. "Of course! I recorded it myself. Do you think I'd lie about such a project as this?"

"But this- it's incredible! It's so incredible it's impossible! This can't be real."

"No, nothing is impossible- there are no limits to human ingenuity- it is simply improbable, but possible. And I have proved that here."

Cyris kept a disbelieving visage. "Then I want to see it. I want to see your 'project,' and then I'll determine if what you say is true."

"Understood."

Kira walked over to a console and flipped an obviously used switch. A door opened on the far side of the stage below, revealing a back door to the cage the boy was secluded in. The boy was already standing at the door, like he had anticipated it. Cyris found that to be just as creepy as everything else about the boy.

The boy stumbled forward, looking around and taking in the chrome walls and square floor. He seemed to measure every crack, and every imperfection. Everything was at the mercy of that murky glass gaze. It picked everything apart, tore reality to shreds, and put it back together. Those eyes held understanding of impossibility.

"Will this window hold?" Cyris asked suddenly.

"Yes. Do you not trust me? Do you think me inept? This window is made of Crystallized multi-linderchrome compound, infused with several liters of liquid mako and a barrier spell materia. There is no way it will break."

"Understood," Cyris breathed. He focused back at the window while Kira held down the comm. button. He listened as Kira spoke into the microphone.

"Attention. Attention. There is an intruder on B-2 of the Shinra Corporation building, room 24-L. Code: Black-Alpha-Gamma-Theta. I repeat- There is an intruder on B-2 of the Shinra Corporation building, room 24-L. Code: Black-Alpha-Gamma-Theta. Come immediately."

Cyris smirked, somewhat. "You're such a bastard. If this kid's as good as your file reads, any second class that comes will be dead before he makes it two feet."

"I know. You wanted to see his capabilities, though. I'm giving you that chance."

"You're worse than that asshole Hojo. At least he has the sense of mind not to sacrifice the building's defense."

Kira's ever-present smile grew bigger. "We have all the defense we will ever need, as soon as I perfect this project. We will be unbeatable."

"We will see. Look, the door is opening."

A man rushed forwards through the pane of the door, followed by two others. Heavy plates of metal hung limp over their bodies and heads. Blue uniforms, with "Shinra" printed onto the cuffs, hung loosely over the metal, sagging at the base the shirt and matching pants. Their eyes were an emerald, sparkling, lighting up the darkness of the room; an unnatural side-effect of the power of the earth.

Before any of them made it three feet, Naruto was upon them, looming over their dead corpses. No blade seemed to have been drawn, yet the second class SOLDIER operatives had deep lacerations in their abdomens. One was spilling blood so intensely it was obvious the heart had been everything but torn out. Another had no legs anymore, nor arms. The third seemed to be missing his head. None were alive, and none could be saved.

Naruto glanced up towards the observation deck, hidden by a one-way window, the outside showing only the same monochrome wall as everything else. Kira's smile faded, though only slightly, as he observed this phenomenon. He should have gotten over it; the boy always knowing which observation deck he was in. He couldn't get rid of the sense of unease, though, whenever the boy somehow knew something he shouldn't be able to know.

"That was a waste of life. Those three men could have been great assets to this corporation. Who knows what they could have amounted to?"

"No," Naruto spoke up, suddenly. "Their lives were not wasted. They furthered your understanding; they made no waste."

Cyris glanced at Kira, looking for a reaction. He was disappointed to see no obvious facial contortions. "How did he hear us?"

"I have no idea. But, maybe we should call off the remaining forces before we find ourselves in a predicament?"

"I agree."

Kira flipped the intercom on. "Attention, attention. The threat has been eliminated. I repeat the threat has been eliminated. Please go back to your stations. Have a nice day," he added almost as a joke.

"I believe you, now," Cyris commented. "but tell me, for what reason have you brought me here?"

"I wanted to treat you to such a sight as to provoke your interest. In the next few days, I have to finish dismantling this lab, and I would have you, or a beneficiary of yours, watch this subject for me. Only until I set up in a more private sector."

"So that is what this is about. You've been fired! I never thought I'd see the day the fat bastard Shinra would fire his favorite scientist."

Kira's smile never wavered. "Too much suspicion has been directed at me. Hojo has done an excellent job of redirecting that suspicion, but it has only lasted so long. Shinra is profiling me and my work, so I have to disappear for a while."

Cyris glanced out of the observation window, checking on the state of the boy. There was a distinct lack of bodies, and the boy had already returned to his cell. The blood was still there, though. Splattered and pooling on the ground, coagulating and congealing in a nasty manner.

"Where did the bodies go?" Cyris asked, curious.

Kira's smile widened once again. "I don't know. The boy did something with them."

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?"

"Nobody knows. I've searched and searched, but never are there any bodies found. It's like there were never any to even find."

Cyris once again felt uneasy. "Have you ever asked him?"

"Yes. And every time he answers, he says 'They go where they need to go, and nowhere else.' It is just another mystery."

"How could there be so many mysteries about him? He grew up here, in this cage under constant supervision and cameras. How could so many things slip by?"

"I don't know. I really don't know."

"But you-"

"Enough," Kira said, firmly. "We should get back. Have you decided on your course of action regarding the subject?"

"I have a general acquaintance you may know that I'm sure I can convince to take charge of the boy. His name is Angeal Hewley." The look of recognition was obvious. "He'll be perfect, especially with his particular condition."

"That you know where he is, is treasonous, Cyris. How could you even think about that?"

It was in a joking manner, Cyris realized. "I believe we should leave. And don't you think it would be safer to close the doors so the boy doesn't escape?"

"He would not escape, because, in his own words, 'there is nothing out there for me. I do not know the world, and I do not know life. It is pointless to leave.' That is why I do not bother with the usual security. There is nothing to secure. Now, let us go. You should prepare the transfer."

"Of course."

At the exit from the lab into the corridor, they were stopped by a voice. Cyris turned, but Kira didn't bother. It was Naruto, the subject of such disastrous experiments. His words were, for once, certain and delicate, like they were caressing a fragile world ready to fall. Cyris didn't know why, but for some reason, they chilled him to the bone.

"Be careful. It's going to rain soon."

Kira looked over to Cyris. "Well, better watch the sky."

And then they were gone, both the words and the people. Naruto was once again left, blind in the unending dark, his only company the cold grated floor and his warm, bloody towel. It took only moments for him to fall asleep, smiling, because soon, everything would be as it should have been.

Subject: X25-LPM-23

Name: Naruto Uzumaki.

Born: Unknown.

Found: As an infant near Harrace Bridge in the 'Wretch' district of Midgar.

Warning: Do not approach without explicit permission. Dangerous subject.

General information: Found by Lieutenant Asimov in the Trevize district of Midgar. He has grown up in a controlled environment to study adverse effects from genetic alteration and programming. Each experiment was exceedingly successful where every other went wrong. Subject has shown abnormal healing rates. Introduction of Mako energy has increased the aforementioned healing ability. An unknown residue with a similar energy signature to the Banishment materia has been reported at the abduction site. Has also shown knowledge of abilities beyond the scope of human beings. Possibly a side-effect of the combination of certain genes.

Project notes: First successful introduction of the genesis gene discovered in Halbard Rock Cave. Second successful subject of the Jenova cells, the first being Commander Sephiroth. First successful subject of the Phoenix gene. Third successful subject to have a modified integrated skeletal system, first two also showed phenomenal healing rates. First successful subject of Project Beast. Second successful subject of Project Glass, first showed intense mutations not visible in Subject X25-LPM-23.

Unforeseen Side effects: Eyes have shown mutations (See calculated mutations). Body structure and growth are accelerated, unknown consequences. A form of telepathy, unknown strength. Possible future sightings? Has predicted the deaths of twelve employees in some form. Can somehow incorporate and adapt under duress.

I'm writing this because I've seen so few good Final Fantasy 7 crossover fics, and many other people have been complaining, too. So, here it is!

I tried to make the scene slightly disturbing and mysterious, so I would appreciate knowing how I did. For those of you who are wondering, yes, Naruto is a bit crazy. He speaks the truth, though, always. I would like to see how different people interpret what he says. Sometimes it alludes to the future, sometimes it shows what's happening behind the scenes. Sometimes it is a piece of philosophy that shows something in another way.

So, I ask you all this:

1) What do you think Naruto did with the bodies? Where could they have gone?

2) What did Naruto mean by "it will rain soon?" and what did it have to do with the two scientists?

3) What is this 'more private sector' Kira speaks of?

4) Why is Naruto the way he is (Guesses are welcome. I want to see how far off people can get from what I have in mind)?

If you feel inclined to answer the above questions in a review, good for you. If you happen to get one of them correct, or, god forbid, ALL of them, there will be prizes.

And, lastly, I hope you enjoyed what I had to write. But, understand, that if you like this story, then I need your support. I look for follows, specifically, but favorites are okay, too.

I also look forward to reviews. I want criticism so I know what you, the people, like. If I don't know what you like, then I'm liable to screw the entire thing up.

Benedark. "Let death bring us equal, and life throw us to hell."