Naruto Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Undergruond War ❯ The Begining of the Underground War ( Chapter 1 )

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The Underground War

By The Obsidian Blade

Disclaimer-I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I do own this idea however. If I did own Naruto do you think I would bother with typing this stuff? Hell no! I would be fucking rich dude. Oh yeah a fair warning to flamers, if you have a problem with what I am typing KISS MY ASS! That is all.

Summary- This is a war that no one wants to be a part of. The war between us and what lurks in the darkness. My organization has been able to keep them in the dark for only so long. They see the claw marks on the abandoned alley ways and the dead bodies that litter them. They have their theories but after all they are only theories or that is what the government says. The government that I work for deals with these monsters of the shadows. I work for Legion and this is our war.

Chapter One- the beginning of the underground war

Blue eyes fluttered in the dark as the annoying ringing of the alarm clock went on. The teen's fist slammed onto the snooze button as he groggily got out of bed. His feet touched the rough carpet of the apartment floor. His body was lean but not scrawny. It seemed as if he could easily take care of himself. His long spiky blonde hair matted up is face and a few spikes seemed to defy gravity like bed head normally does. He was about five foot ten, five foot eleven and about eighteen years old (I hate how people will portray some of their characters as seven feet when it does not fit). His muscles were also lean, not over bulgy nor to weak but lean. His skin was pale but not ghastly pale, showing that he did spend some time out in the sun but not very often. His face had three whisker-like birth marks. Scars were all over is body and did not seemed like they were self inflicted wound either. A lot of the scars seemed to be from blades and the others seemed to be from bullets or something of the like. On his face were three whisker like scars on each cheek, counting six in total.

The apartment was more like a loft with the bed near the walk in closet that sat in the corner. His computer sat on a desk near the bed so the blond can use the bed as chair. It also held up the annoying alarm clock ns other office type items such as a stapler and pencils. The kitchen was identified by the tiled floor, counters, and other usual kitchen appliances used to cook stuff with. The bathroom was the only separate room in the whole loft. On one side of the loft was a large window. The loft may not have been well furnished but it was decent.

He grabbed some clothes from the dresser that was also near the bed and went off to take a long shower. He had time he figured so he could actually enjoy himself for once in his life. The blonde turned the water on and waited for it to reach a desired temperature. When it got hot enough he stepped in. The hot water pelted his skin. He winced a bit from the sensation of temperature change. He took his time in washing himself. When he was finished the bathroom was so filled with steam that he could not even see right. He clumsily put on his clothes. His black baggy denim pants were the first to come on along with a black silver studded belt to hold up the pants. Black socks were the second to go on and after that a scarlet tank top that clung to his skin. The blonde walked out of the bathroom, letting all the steam escape from the bathroom. The whiskered teen walked over to the closet and opened the door. He reached inside the closet and pulled out a black trench coat, one gun holster, two guns and two swords.

The gun holsters were made of black leather with a red stripe running the center of. One attached to his belt and the other goes on the upper torso with the holster snug against the right ribs. The guns themselves were odd. One was a revolver that was made of black metal. The chambers had red stripes running along the center and the handle was made of black wood. In blood red in Ominous was engraved in the handle. The other was even weirder. The barrel was a collection of camber that spun along a mechanism, firing the bullets in a rapid motion. The bullets were not slugs but long slender silver needles. The barrel seemed to double as a cartridge. The gun was mostly silver with a few gold accents like the gold silver studded rings that bound the cylinders together. There in gold letters read Grace. The swords were both unique. One was a katana with a light blue blade. Its hilt was wrapped in blue cloth wrapped around it, creating a gold diamond pattern. The sheath was a lacquer black. Its hand guard was a gold four pronged star. The word engraved on the blade was Bliss. The other sword had a darker feel to it. It was a scimitar. Its blade was black with a jagged, purple edge. The hand guard wrapped itself around the knuckles, just hovering a few inches above and was spiked. Tattered, crimson tape was wrapped around the hilt of it. The sheath was mad of dark brown leather. He put all the weapons and accessories on, the swords at his left hip, the holsters in their proper places, and Grace at his hip and Ominous at his ribs. He reached in there and grabbed four cartages four Bliss and about twenty bullets for Ominous and attached them to his left hip and the inside of his trench coat.

The blonde walked over to his computer and logged in. As he waited for the computer to load he was contemplating about the day. How many demons was he going to kill, how will he get out of trouble and other stuff. The computer finally loaded. He clicked the icon with a fox wrapping itself around the world and the text Mozilla Fire Fox underneath it. The page flashed into existence. He checked his email. Great, he had one new e-mail. He clicked on the read mail tab and when it appeared he cursed everything in existence.

Dear Namikaze Naruto

You have been summoned to the League for a mission. Be there by eight o' clock no Tuesday. This is a high paying mission so I would advise you to be there.

Sincerely

Sarutobi

Naruto looked at the clock and saw that it was seven thirty four. “Fuck!” he cursed out loud as he raced out the door. He jumped. His room was on the second floor of the complex but not incredibly high. He quickly jumped over the railing into the parking lot and raced off to a black motorcycle. The machine seemed as if it was meant for speed with its narrow design. He turned it on and sped off to the meeting place.

He made to a building that seemed to be empty. The walls were covered in graffiti and the paint was peeling away from the bricks. The windows were painted over black so no one would see what was on the inside. He parked the bike around back and went inside the back entrance. The inside contradicted everything that was on the outside of it. The walls were painted stark white with a few bulletin boards with different colored sheets of paper on them. The front desk was made of oak and many different people were conversing with one another or trying to badger the receptionist for a mission.

He moved to the front desk and saw a young lady with brown eyes, light brown hair and purple rectangles on her cheeks. “You are just on time,” the lady said in a light tone. She seemed to smile brightly as she looked at him with some sort of weird look.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know,” the blonde replied. Naruto frowned at the lady as he looked around. “What is so damn important that you have to call me on my god damn day off?” His voice was full of displeasure and lacked a certain light that only loss could take away.

The girl seemed to be ticked off at what and how the blonde replied to her. “I control your missions and who you are paired up with so I would not advise that you use that kind of tone with me,” she said in a warning tone.

“Yeah whatever Rin, so what is the important mission that you have me doing?” He really hated being called on his days off. Why even bother issuing the days if all you do is call the person back. The blonde never really had a day off because he was always called on it.

“There is a mansion at the edge of town with demon sightings from civilians. We have been able to keep them in the dark but we can't keep this up for much longer. We need you to deal with the problem.” Her tone of voice had this weird sound of seriousness to it that he found more suitable for their position.

“How many did you send in there already?” he asked, fearing the answer of what was inevitable.

“You are the tenth one.” He sighed. Just his luck, he always got the suicide missions. That is one of the main reason people never worked with him. Only a few were willing and they were usually nut cases that either was extremely good or they just did not make it out of the mission alive. The ones that came back were always treated for psychiatric problems. They were never the same again.

“I have no choice but to except, don't I?” he questioned Rin.

“That's the spirit,” she chirped. “Now let me tell you what the problem is. There is most likely a high powered demon that lives there. Stolen goods are most likely there as well. We want you to look around the whole mansion in case there is something that we might find useful.” She handed him a paper with directions on it.

“Will do Rin,” he said as he walked out the door. He looked at the paper: 1613 Misery road. What a great name for the city. He remembered why he joined this organization in the first place. The city was infested with demons. They were everywhere and they could take the forms of humans so they were near impossible to find unless they wanted to find you. Naruto was a big target for the demons that were against him. He made a big reputation for himself. There were demons that were on the Leagues side such as the Bijuu. He never seen them before but he has heard many stories about them. They were masters and were divided up into levels of nine. He of course did not believe they existed because he could not believe that there are people that strong. If there was why not use them for this war? It would be easily won. But the answer he got was that it would cause too much havoc and he would have no job. That was utter bullshit in his mind but he guessed that they did have some kind of a point. He got on to his motor cycle and started it up to drive off to his destination.

He remembered the first briefing he got from the League. It told him of the classes the demons were set in. The order was easy to remember.

Grunts were the weakest of the demon classes and attacked in large numbers.

Knights were strong but stupid so they were ranked near the grunts.

Special Strikers were commanders of all the lower class demons and Naruto only fought a few of them before. They were strong, fast, and knew how to take down an enemy easy. There strength and speed varied on which one you fought. They never were the same in anything. Each one was independent.

The highest levels were the Kings. The name was not really meant to be sexiest as there were quite a few female king level demons on the plane.

These rankings worked for both sides of the war. He fought quite a few Knights in his time as part of the League. The League has been an underground strike force that has been a part of Konoha for a few years now. The government did not even know they existed in the shadows as they too, were kept out of the dark. Hell, they had a few officials in offices at the government and other places such as the news paper press and the police station to keep them out of the dark. They always found away to keep everyone in the dark of what was really going on. It was really more or less only in their country with a few dealings and outposts in other countries and cities. There were five main outposts were called sectors because of the name of the cities they were located in. They were called the Iwa sector, the Kiri sector, the Kumo sector, the Suna sector, and finally the Konoha sector. Each sector was run by a Kage of sorts. They ran the main base of operations and were supposedly the strongest in the sector. They were labeled as the Tsuchikage, the Mizukage, the Raikage, the Kazekage, and the Hokage.

Naruto was really lucky that he survived the first demon that attacked him. It was weird. The demon said something about destroying the abomination before it got to great before it started attacking him. Before he knew it, darkness surrounded his vision and then nothing. When he came to he was in a strange facility that seemed to be like a laboratory. They explained that he was some kind of demon angel mix and that his demon powers have just awakened themselves. That was two years ago. He has obtained both forms however they drained his body like hell. Last time he changed he was in the middle of fighting a group of three Knights with one Special Striker. He was lucky to survive that because after his body was drained he was out for more than a month.

He finally reached the mansion. It was very old, as if time really hated its guts. The wood was rotting and mold grew freely. The smell was toxic to any normal person. He walked up to the front door slowly and surely. The water in the fountain was green and had what seemed like smoke emitted from it. He walked up to the front door with the wooden steps groaning under the pressure of his steps and kicked it down. Many grunts, like one hundred of them, varying in species, were right there and prepared to strike him with ease or at least try and attack him.

A/N Alright, this is my Bleach/Naruto crossover story. I posted this in fanficition but got no luck what so ever. So I post it here to see if it will get a better hit. So tell me what you guys think of this and the crossover part will begin around chapter three or four if I am correct. That is all, so review!