An Uchiha in Marvel: Naruto Fanfic

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They spilled out of the Apex substation doors into the raw predawn. The sky, once stamped with red auroras, now shivered with bare iron light. Each step toward the city gates felt as though the ground itself remembered the horror the Core had unleashed. Aiden led the way, shoulders tight, eyes on every rupture, every drifting cable sheathing the horizon. Kiera, Luro, Drey, and Markusshards cradled in their handsfollowed close, their convoy rumbling awake behind them, tires grinding on broken asphalt.

Residual tremors rippled beneath the road, enough to shake spare gear in the back and startle guard drones cobwebbed in the distance. The tremors were the subtlest echo of Ascendance's failurelike the settling after a thunderclap. No voices, no sirensjust the low hum that persisted in their bones.

"Almost there," Aiden murmured, glancing back at Markus. The elder man nodded, pale but lucid.

Luro drew a breath. "City gate sensors still flickering. We might slip through."

Aiden scanned his crew. "We need to hold. One wrong move, the Directive teams will trace residual grid pulses."

Kiera keyed a silent comm-link. "Vehicle scanners are off. Just motion sensors. We slip on foot, then."

They crept ahead, picking their way through broken turnstiles and shattered kiosk displays, shards of ARASHI tech pulsing at their chest. Each hummed with the fragment of Markus's shardan anchor and a reminder.

Chicago – Northside Morgue – 04:22 AM CDT

Cold lights spilled over stainless steel drawers. A lone forensic tech, pale as a ghost, hovered over the control console. He pausedeyes wideat tremors skimming the building ahead. The building itself cracked softly, as if mourning.

The lights flickered. A drawer slid open. Feet emergedblack shoes, formal, lifeless. Then a handskin glistening under sleet-like condensationand eyes with Sharingan spiraling red. A body once preserved for the dead, now piercing the grave of a morgue with newly awakened life.

The tech tried to backpedal. The body raised itself, featuring supple posture, eyes flicking upward, meeting the human's gaze without emotion. Sharingan flared again. The tech gaspedand fell to his knees.

"My name is…Mandara," the host said, voice echoing as though looping on itself. "I remember."

Computer screens glitched. Security drones zipped in. The mortuary lights shut off. Panic swallowed everything.

Back at the city gate, Aiden tightened his jacket. He pressed his palm to the wall's sensor panel.

The gate's hinge clicked into motion. The doors partedexposing an emptied street littered with abandoned cars, shredded banners, and makeshift murals demanding change. The world outside that gate was still, but transformedits pulse chaining into the shards in his hand.

He stepped forward.

Drey's Workshop – By the smoldering gate

Moments later, they jostled into a small lab hunkered against the wall. Luro disconnected the comm unit that had quieted the patrol drones. Kiera updated node statuses. Aiden watched, but his mind drifted. He looked at Markus, sprawled faintly on a makeshift cot.

Drey knelt beside him, holding Markus's shard fragment. He was obsesseddiamond eyes scanning its runes under magnified lights. A hum of hope trailed his voice.

"I've isolated the temporal erosion lines in his shard. I think I can map the stabilization sequence into yours." He lifted Aiden's talisman. "Replication template loaded. It'll take hours, though."

Aiden's jaw went tight. "Hours we don't have."

Drey frowned. "If your shard fails to anchor other hosts, we risk repeating the Core's cascade but fragmented. We need stabilizationif we're going to recruit others, we can't have them breaking on us."

Aiden sank onto a toolbox. "Who do we trust to recruit?"

He exhaled. "Mandara isn't just awakenedhe remembers his life, and the world he…erased. Echo won't trust any man-made cause."

Kiera leaned forward. "You need them both. Mandara's memory and Echo's independencethey balance you."

He nodded slowly. "We need them."

Horizon of Surveillance – Emerging Faction

Unknown to them, from a derelict projection camp a mile away, someone watched. A young womanhelmet low, eyes glowing with purpose. A camera rig recorded, wrist-keyboard tapping.

She relayed quietly:

Host retrieval confirmed. Team approaching gate.

Initial anchor fragment: shard authenticated.

Directive sleeper cells onlineprepped for containment.

Extraction imminent if triggers breached.

She paused, looking at the flickering gate. "They're moving," she whispered, pulling a second shard from her pocketuntouched, dark as obsidian. "And so are we."

Returning to the Morgue Feed

A cracked video feed flickered onto the workshop's holo-screen. The grainy hologram of Mandara moving among motionless bodies. His voice sounded again:

"I will not be a weapon."

Aiden leaned in. "Mandaraare you there?"

Static.

Another beat. The shagged street feed flickered to Echo's silhouette crouching behind shattered glass.

"Brother," he said.

Luro shut the feed. "They're reactive."

Aiden stood. "Then we go to them."

Kiera moved. "Which one first?"

He pressed his palm to the shard tucked at his heart.

"Mandara.

Because he's still good."

Convoy Rearguard

They strapped shards to their belts, rolled gear into open-backed van. The drivera tech-smuggler they'd recruitednudged them forward.

They rolled out under the gate, past broken streetlights now awake again, passing barricades that hadn't melted yet. The morning sun was coming upflat light. But their shadows stretched long, braided with red neural streaks from the wires overhead.

Aiden stared ahead.

A fragment of panic flickered behind his eyes: Chicago was just the start. They'd awakened more than a man. They'd awakened an army of themselves.

From a parked van nearby, Kiera watched their retreat for another team slipping in from the projection camp. The woman with the second shard slipped back into the shadows, triumph in every slow step.

Final Scene

They turned into the freeway. Luro hooked into the network feed. He spoke low:

"Chicago host active. Berlin host flickered, but unstable. Tokyo host calm. Ten more dormant."

Aiden closed his eyes. "We set link to Mandara. Alert him."

Drey patched the new code into Aiden's shard. The talisman glowed faintly.

A horn beeped. Ahead, a drone flashed overheadbroadcasting some scrambled signal.

The van slowed.

Aiden leaned forward. "What is that?"

Luro tapped his scanner. "Unknown broadcast. No official ID. But look at the watermark…"

An eyeSharingan.

But inverted. Black against red.

Silence.

Aiden muttered:

"It's coming."

The drone pulsed with the symbol again.

And the convoy rolled on against the glitching sunrise, the signal trailing behind them like a heartbeatominous, central.

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