Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or anything else I'm throwing into this story. And don't try and Sue me either, I don't have that much money, so its your loss of time, not mine.

Author Notes-

Yo! Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, or any other holiday that is going on in this wonderful Month of December! This is my early holiday present to you all, so enjoy!

I incline you to Review, as your words help me make better stories.

Future Warnings- their will be gore/ blood/ abuse/ torture/ swearing/ adult situation/ character deaths, and character bashings.

This is also and AU/crossover work in progress. Then there will be a lot, lot more. You believed Yin and Yang had too many series? I say it didn't have enough. So this one gets far more that the last. And this fic originally spawned that one, considering it was a Multi crossover with a different, but slightly cannon Naruto for it. Except this Naruto isn't going to run all around the elemental countries.

The first crossover- Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem X Naruto, and more series will be added as the story progresses.

Have fun, kiddy's.

Thoughts-'yo'

Telepathy / thought-speech-{Yo.}

Human / Basic speech-"Yo."

Demon / Alien speech "Yo."

[Prologue]

I could hear them chittering, crying out as we slaughtered them. My ears caught the bellows of pain and victory as my blood-brothers and blood-sisters fought against theses monsters.

I felt the air, hot, humid, oppressive around my body, droplets of perspiration forming on my armor, only to collect and stream down it as I ran, my large legs pumping and carrying me through the dark, sticky tunnels of organic flesh and carapace, killing everything but my blood-siblings as I went.

My blades sung and monsters screeched as I cut through exoskeleton bodies harder than steel, felt claws and teeth and tails tear and rip and shred futilely at my armored body as they tried to stop me, trying to protect their birth-mother, only for me to cut them down mercilessly.

I felt their blood splatter my armor, its corrosive properties eating away at the alien metal, a last defense to slow me, even if only slightly. My armor shrugged it off, made of a special metal, rare even for our kind, and immune to their acidic blood, and my best defense against them.

Another one of them flew out of the darkness of tunnel, desperately trying to defend their nest from us as it attacked me, only to screech as I flexed my left wrist, the double blades running its length making a steely hiss twice as the doubled in length to nearly four feet, before I drove the blade up and into the descending bug, piercing its chest and sliding out through its shoulder blades. Yellow, acidic blood flowed from the wound as it thrashed around on the end of my wrist blade, but I simply watched it as it impaled itself deeper, coming closer to its own death.

But, theses creatures cared little for their own. It was the queen, her life, and the life of future generations that mattered. It was quiet a strength, and I hated them, far more than any other prey I've encountered. I felt no pity as its struggles began to cease, and the body went limp.

It wasn't dead, however.

I twisted my wrist to the to the right as I tore my arm out sideways, watching in glee as the blades curved edges tore a bloody chunk out of its side as its body as it dropped in front of me, its screeching reaching a crescendo before I slammed an armored boot down on its elongated head, crushing its black exoskeleton and turning its brains to mush. I continued my trek, leaving the smoking body behind me as its blood ate away at its own flesh.

I fought against more of them as I lumbered my way through the tunnels, paying scant attention to them as I absently cut them down, my mind on other things. I blinked away the slight fog in my mind as I cam to the opening of the tunnel I had chosen, knowing that all tunnels eventually reaching the inner Hive, and the nesting chambers of the queen. Walking out of the opening, I growled at the sight of hundreds, perhaps thousands of eggs.

Strewn across the walls and floors were the bones and corpses of unknown races, most likely the previous top species of the planet. They were attached to the walls by coverings of mucus and wall membrane, anchoring them to the spot. Their chests had all been blow out, their ribs cracked outwards and dried or fresh blood coating them and around the openings.

Their deaths may have been a necessary one, they may have been a part of the great circle of life itself, but I would never wish such a death the host creatures suffered to bring these, monsters, to life with.

I've gotten to the chamber first, but the distant sound of blaster fire and roaring that grew clearer and louder informed me that my clan members were catching up. This was the most dangerous part of out mission, and I would take to chances with our success.

I still though it was fun, though.

I flexed both my wrists, a copy of the double wrist blade shinking from its sheath on my left forearm, while an additional pair of single blades shinked from my elbows and curved under my forearms until they reached the same length as my forearm wrist blades, as well as being a bit thicker and not possessing as many warping curves in the blades edges. I was now in possession of three blades per arm, the only one of my clan, and our history, to do so. I felt my back shoulders twitch slightly, even as my shoulder cannons detached from their positions flush against my back and swivelled upwards until they rested coiled over my shoulders, my targeting system coming online as they hummed with energy, I glared up and the nightmare in front of me, the reason we had come to this desolate world.

She was enormous, standing anywhere from twenty to thirty feet high, and if the bitch wasn't anchored to the wall by her egg-birthing sac, she was around fifty to seventy feet long from her arrow headed tail to the end of her wide crested head. She was midnight black in color, her exoskeleton the same shade and hue as that of her children. She had enormous, taloned feet that gave her upright walking movement, but lay tucked underneath herself near her egg sack, an enormous, yellow liquid-filled tubular protrusion that housed her species developing eggs before she laid them and they hatched.

She had two pairs of arms, two of them jutting out from massive shoulders and heavily muscled with multiple clawed digits, while her other arms had only a few fingers, and were much smaller and frail looking, jutting out from her chest. Her head was sleek and oblong, like that of her children's, but she had and enormous, fan like crest that jutted out and merged itself along her skull, her curved mouth slightly reminiscent of a smile, bearing fangs that could tear apart nearly any of our strongest armor.

I knew that she knew I was standing before her, as she turned her head and stared at me with her eyeless head, the skin over her mouth curling back as she bared her fangs at me and hissed softly in warning and slight curiosity a dozen meters away from me, and I felt her begin calling out to her remaining children to come to her as quickly as possible. Her species had slight psychic abilities, a mind link to one another, and she used this to control and communicate with her brood from any distance, from several feet to the other side of the planet . This was their greatest strength, to be as one mind and to all move towards their purpose.

However, I too have this link, and If I so wished, I can speak to them as if I was one of their own, one of her 'children'. She was currently calling her brood back to her, telling them to cease fighting the intruders and kill the predator in front of her, the one that carried the metal weapons and wore armor that they could not pierce. And her message held, to my astonishment, fear. It seems she must be a long lived one, if she knew so much about us. She must think I'm different from the others.

Difference to them meant I was deadly.

I confirmed it for her myself, directing her attention to me as the greatest threat to her own survival as I opened up a link to her, and 'spoke' to her about her fate.

{Listen, brood-mother. I have slaughtered many, many times what you have birthed of your kind, and many-many of your own children. I have too your link that makes you strong, and that what you fear most is capture by my kind, and then your children taken for our prey. But you have no fear of capture this day, for we are here to hunt only. To kill all your children, all your future children, and you as well, brood-mother.}

She understood me completely as she started thrashing around and screeching, desperately calling for her children to come and protect her, but they didn't come pouring out of the tunnels as they would normally from a nest of this size, as we killed the vast majority of them. Those that answered her call would be slaughtered before they reached her, and even if they escaped my clansmen, I'd turn them into smoking, bleeding corpses myself.

I took my time approaching her, my boots craunching on the bones and flesh beneath me as I walked at a steady pace, by blades glinting slightly from the dew that collected on them from the humid air, and my armor clinking as it thumped against my thighs, even as a small, vicious grin worked its way under my mask as my targeting laser beamed across the scattered eggs, followed by a sapphire plasma ball from my cannons, switching targets and thrumming as they fired again and again, an inferno growing as I randomly the destroyed eggs around me, setting them aflame as the hot plasma burned its way through eggs tough, outer shell and boiling the face-huggers inside them alive within their own liquids.

Her outraged screams as I killed off her future brood brought a vicious warmth to my heart.

I stopped several meters away from her and far out of reach of her tail, and simply stood my ground in front of the enraged queen, studying her for a few moments before turning my head towards the crunch of heavy boots. I knew that even behind my hunters mask my blood-sisters knew of the vindictive smile, and that they were happy for me, especially my mother.

I nodded once as they nodded back, before I re-sheathed my wrist and arm blades, and powered down my shoulder cannons as they jerked slightly on their mounts before swiveling back down to lay flat against by lower back.

Their own cannons hummed to life as they peeked across their left or right shoulders depending on their personal preference, their targeting sights lighting up and shining in the darkened room as they moved across the queen's skin, each stopping when they found a specific target. Each of us waited, and within a few minutes our blood-brothers had also arrived, as well as my adopted mother and father, and they fanned out into position, forming a semi circle around the queen as their cannons light up, and soon the queens body was peppered with the targeting retina's, three small dots in the shape of a triangle.

I was courteous enough to open up a link to the mother in her final moments before we killed her, as while we were going to kill her, she was prey, and we honored those we hunted.

{We have many more hunters than you, and you will die this day by the combined numbers of our clan, queen-mother.}

She screeched at me once before the clan opened fire on her, the blue and white plasma spheres reducing her body to acid, flames and ashes, and her rage filled screeches turned to screams of pain.

Me and my blood-sisters are particularly sadistic, and even as they were killing her, they always found their targets on non-critical points of the body, simply wounding her, and drawing out her suffering. Me and my mother's had the most reason to absoulutly despise the queen and her species, and my blood-sisters took up that hatred alongside us. Within minutes the queens body was nothing more than a flaming carcass, oozing acidic blood and quickly burning up into ash, smoke, and soot as me and my clansmen quietly left the death filled hive, are objective, the complete and utter obliteration of the xenomorphs colony that had infested this planet and wiped out all other living species, save for use as food or breeding stock for their parasitic life cycle.

We trudged our way through the humid tunnels before coming to the clans ship, and we all boarded, both the walking living and the carried dead, and those that had fallen in battle as warriors would be remembered, while the others who simply died, would be forgotten. Even as we crested the planets gravitational pull and began another trip through the vast expanses of space, we all watched, from the young-bloods to the elder-bloods, as one of our brother suicide sub-nuclear bombs went off, incinerating the Hive and reaching hundreds of miles away, before eventually glassing the planet.

It was specially made for such, as we wished only for the parasitic bastards to have few worlds which they could call home, and those that breached their quarantine worlds, by accident or hitching a ride, were either obliterated or we took the queens and then glassed the planets back into a primordial stage with nothing but bacteria left alive. I smirked as I watched the Hive disintegrate, before turning and regarding my clansmen. The majority of them had already left, going to do whatever they would, and I was left with my mother and blood-sisters, my adopted mother and father already having vanished.

Three of them were around seven feet tall and had hair in black, tentacle-like dread locks, their skin having a greenish-yellow cast with the occasional stripe or spot pattern, depending on the clan member. The skin not covered by armor was scarred or unblemished, depending on the sisters. And they were my sisters, as their armor's chest area was widened at the upper part for ease of comfort, and they were also a bit thinner than our brothers, lacking the extremely developed muscles they had, though that didn't mean they were any less lacking in strength or ferocity. The just weren't as pre-geneticated to have the strength like out brothers did.

The may have towered over my other sisters as well, but I was even bigger than them, topping out around eight feet, which was a record for our clan. Hehehe, even amongst family I was, unique. But such a body was the result of what you may believe to be a childhood accident, as well as my own genetics.

However, our trip was done, and we were no longer required to wear our masks, and they began to unclip them, first going for the breathing tubes at the side of their masks, before unlocking them with a slight hiss of air. I followed suit, my own scarred and decorated mask unlocking as I held it gently between my hands and I observed my blood-sisters. They were all of varying ages and even species, but they were family, and they would be those I would love and care for above all else.

Blood-sister Two-steps, Blood-sister Quarry, and Blood-sister Carrion were all part of the Yatuja species, and were the one's who had introduced me to their elders. They were all heavily muscled, loaded down with weapons and heavy armor, and had their black hair braided into dreadlocks like all members of their race. They were family because they were the children of my adopted mother and father, and they looked up to me as an elder brother, being born after I became a clan member and growing up hearing the stories of my hunts, challenges, and victories in the arena.

My other sisters were humans, or 'Terrans' as we were also called in other parts of space and by other races, and they were the one's who had come with me when I left my former 'home'. They had their own human names, but went by the names our clan gave them and wore said tribal names as badges of honor, though we used our real names in private.

Sister Blood Drinker wore a more, revealing, female hunters armor configuration, but she said it was for mobility. Her arms, chest, things were armored, the rest of her clad in steel fishnet, a carry-over from her previous life, and had painter her armor a sandy-tan, as well as wearing a large, tan trench coat that reached mid thigh Her hair was pulled up into a spiked tail at the back of her head, though a single, braided dreadlock lay across the back of her neck in-between her shoulder blades, and a necklace bearing a large, talon shaped fang lay around her neck.

Sister Mind Crusher was sister Blood Drinker's best friend at our former home, and wore just as revealing, though it was a, bit more conservative female hunter armor, and she had small, ringed shoulder and elbow pads painted a dark crimson with white streaks running through it. She and her friend were some of my favorite sisters, and they had often played and looked after me when I was a unbloodied youngling. This was incredible as I was an outcast from the place I was born. Her black hair lay messily down her back, broken up by the pair of long dreadlocks braided into it.

Sister Sword Dancer had purple armor that was heavier and far more covering than the other two sisters, and she carried a long, sheathed Katana across her back, a memorial from our past home, and one of the weapons she carried as sentimental value, as using it in combat would shatter it with the prey we hunted on a regular bases. Her hair was nearly as dark as sister Mind's, though it bloomed with a natural purple tint, and a single dreadlock lay near her brow, reaching down and over her left shoulder to her chest, while a black, swirling tattoo stood prominently against her left shoulder, a mark that showed her previous rank at out old home.

Sister Miracle Hand was a bit smaller and not as well endowed as the others, but she was just as much a fighter as the others, though her talents were more towards healing than killing. Her armor was more, conservative, and under it she wore dark, baggy clothing that covered a great deal of skin, though she could also hide many weapons. Her armor proved more defensive ability than the other three, covering much of herself in armor, but still allowing her for flexibility and agility. It was colored a dark, dark green with black highlights, and she too had a dreadlock at the side of her face like Sword, though it lay across her right shoulder instead, her black hair mingling with the color of her armor.

Sister Back Breaker was by far the physically strongest, and most well endowed of our sisters, easily outmatching even the clan elders in single, or multiple unarmed combat, and was the oldest amongst our group, though she looked only a bit older than the others. She work dark green armor that was a bit lighter shade that my others sisters armor with slight purple highlights, as well as splash of violet across her mask. Her blond hair lay a bit past shoulder length, and her two previous ponytails had been transferred into a single, large ponytail at the back of her head, and then braided into a long dreadlock as per Yatuja custom.

My last two sisters were some of the most influential, both physically and mentally in my development, and played the biggest part in my life besides that of my mother.

Big Sister Fire Storm had left her family and clan on earth to come with us, her previous mate being the main reason for her leaving. She had also already had a pair of young one's already, but they acted like her former mate did and they wished nothing to do with her. This hurt her quiet a bit, and me and my sisters continue to do what we can to help ease and erase the pain she suffered by them. She wore dark blue and black armor, and a small pin-wheel symbol was etched into the shoulder pads and over her heart.

Big Sister Silent Echo is one of the reasons I'm still alive today, and also why I joined the Yatuja as one of their own. She wore dark crimson armor with black highlights, and her crimson hair lay long against her back and reached her thighs, and had been braided into dozens of long, thin dreadlocks with gold rings instead of the typical black rings that were standard. Her fingers were clawed, and they drummed idly against her chest as she smirked at me, her ivory colored fangs peeking out slightly from her crimson painted lips. Her cheek marks flared slightly against her caramel colored skin, stretching and thinning with her expressions, even as her pointed, fuzzy elfin ears twitched occasionally, the fur the same color as her hair, while nine long, fuzzy tails of the same shade unraveled from behind her as she stretched, her bright, crimson eyes alight with desire as she sidled up against me and nuzzled my neck with her cheek, her arms around my waist as she began to purr, my own fingers gently running through her locks and occasionally brushing her tails or ears, her skin and fur warming with my ministrations.

She and all my sisters were very beautiful.

She cuddled against me as I watched the last of my family remove her mask, and while she and the sister pressed up against me had the same eye and hair color, their personalities were quiet different.

After all, a mothers gaze is very different when compared to that of a mates.

Her eyes shone with pride and love, and her smile was kind and warm, compared to the vicious smirk usually gracing my clinging sisters face. Her hunters mark was worn with pride, the scar faded but deep against her brow above her eyes, a pair of fang-like marks, the first pointing upwards and over the right brow, while another lay underneath it and arced downwards towards her eyes. My mothers and other sisters marks had healed over, while both mine and the foxy attachment to me had healed, but were colored the blood red of our blood from after we'd used the xenomorphs acidic blood to burn away the skin and mark ourselves to become adults. She wore white armor, a startling contrast to that of the normal gray armor, and was even a direct opposite of my black armor.

She was Kushina, my blood-mother, both in Yatuja and human terms, the women who had brought me into this world. I was grateful for the love and support she has given me for all these years. She was more than just my mother. She was also my confident, my friend, and, one of my mates. I would do anything for her, providing warmth and comfort for her, or butcher anyone who dared to harm or insult her.

While most societies would frown upon such ideas of close family love going beyond platonic feelings, but for the Yatuja race, females looked for strength, honor, and successful, deadly hunters for their partners. Their were no such barriers as blood relationships. If a females brother was a stronger warrior, and she herself was successful in hunts and could birth a strong brood, they would pair with one another. This was also a known custom at my old home, as many of the humans clans had paired their clan members together to make their blood 'stronger' and to protect and advance the bloodlines, so it bothered us little.

And having more then one mate was also acceptable.

The oldest and strongest warriors hade at least three mates, and so long as they could protect and provide for them, they could have as many as they wanted, which they did in order to secure their bloodlines into the future, provided they would keep their ranks. Females were also known to switch mates when one would die or was beaten at a challenge by a stronger male, but their were a few that stayed with their first mates.

Even as I detached my own mask, I 'felt' my family twitch as their base desirers awoke, their bodies fidgeting as they waited for me. They had a strange habit that I found both relaxing and pleasurable, but it was only done if we were alone, as we all transversed ourselves back to my personal quarters that I had once only shared with my mother and Silent Echo.

I sat myself down as my sister continued to nuzzle and purr against me, placing my scarred and decorated mask against my lap, and I sighed as they immediately went to work, their soft fingers running along my neck and cheeks, stroking, scratching, and tracing the three, dark and thin slash marks that decorated each of my cheeks, and I groaned slightly as my body began to relax and the tension left my muscles, my eyes drooping slightly as a low, but audible and contented purr making its way from my throat, a mix of both the clicking growls of the Yatuja language and my natural kitsune genes.

I felt my mother gently place herself in my lap, her fingers gently working against the clasps of my heavy armor as the others too began to work at them, and she intently watched each of the clasps slowly click and then slack as they opened up my armor further to them. Her fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the metal as she worked, before working their way upwards as she began undoing her own clasps before my fingers took over for her, helping her as she had me. My sisters were shedding their armor as well, and even as they squirmed their way into my embrace, I thought back....

Back to when I was still a child.

Back to when I was hated, despised by those that I was sacrificed to protect, and I had only my mother and a few others to support and protect me.

Back before the hunters and monsters had come.

Such a long time its been, since the day the hunters came.

Such a, very long time, since the day I became a Yatuja warrior.

Final Notes

Been awhile. This work came out as a combination of several request, and for those that gave the ideas for it and wanted it written, a big thanks to you guys, you know who you are.

As for the whole thing with Naruto and his mother? Their close in this story. Very close.

And a reviewer gave me a challenge of writing a Naruto X Kushina paring. So I incorporated it into this story for the man.

Killed two birds with one stone.

And you don't see much of that anyway. And those of you who may bitch about it, please look at the insane amount if Itachi/Sasuke, or Neji/Hinata stuff, and while I don't like the pairings, I wonder just how many women/homosexual fanfiction writers drool at the thoughts of such things.

Mine is similar, but different.

So bite me, hehehe!

Also, it's a harem. Just, putting that out.

But Fear Not! their will be a Fic in the future I will create that has Naruto with only TWO women! I just have to wright more for it first.

Shocking, isn't it?

But, that's a story for another day.

Over and out.