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Summary: Memories- they are like grains of sand that can slip away or be forced into a compacted space. Who is he really? What is the path he must take? He has forgotten those times to be left waiting for the call. Yet on all hallows eve a mistake shall awaken him

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Anime > NoirDarkstarShadowroseFR1816115,005412047,24125 Apr 0615 Aug 06No

Chapter One: The Forsaken Children

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire slayer, Noir, or Naruto. All rights belong to their creators and producers so please do not sue.

Author Note 1: This is my second attempt at a BTVS fanfic and my first attempt at a crossover of this magnitude so make sure to give me feedback.

Author note 2: To those who know my work no I have not given up on “Mazoku” I do intend to finish it but this story will not die in my head and demands to be written.

Author note 3: I am in the market for a beta reader please let me know in the review if you would like the job as I am quite desperate.

Author note 4: I have never attempted a story like this and anyone who truly knows the world of “Noir” that might help me out after this chapter I would greatly appreciate it.

Summary: Memories- they are like grains of sand that can slip away or be forced into a compacted space. Who is he really? What is the path he must take? He has forgotten those times to be left waiting for the call. Yet on all hallows eve a mistake shall awaken what he has lost. Given the mind of a genius murderer and the return of what he never knew he lost. The legacy of the third will be written in blood.

Now on with the Show


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Alexander
Chapter One: The forsaken children

My first memory is of Althena and the mansion. I do not recall a mother or father or ever being anywhere else. She was always training me and reciting the prophecies of Noir and Soldats. I was never to be one of the chosen two as Noir were girls but I would be something else, something better. I was given the name Alexander at some point and that was the only name I would ever need. When Althena was not training me personally she was with Kirika overseeing her development as one of Noir. The second hand of Noir was trained elsewhere for the most part. When the three of us were reunited no matter how short a visit the time was cherished and the companionship welcomed. Chloe, Kirika, and I held a bond much like brother and sisters it was our only true solace.

I was trained relentlessly in all forms of combat from armed to unarmed. Often Althena would pit my skills against Kirika and no matte the outcome expect better of us both. We were not human, we were weapons and that was the way we saw our lives or at least how I saw mine. When we both turned four Althena gave us each a gun and a target.

A man in Tuscany had broken his word to Soldats and it was my order to end his life. Being a child I had no idea that I was about to do wrong or commit a great sin. I remember the look in the mans eyes when he saw me raise the gun without any hesitation. He was silenced before a sound was uttered and his blood splashed across my face, I am told I wore a smile after the incident. Two more years passed more intense then before as if I was being prepared for something. When I turned six the world as I knew it changed. Soldats stripped me of my memories and sent me into the real world with my first gun as my only reminder.

Alexander then Became Alexander Lavelle Harris

Alexander Lavelle Harris then became Xander when he met a red head by the name of Willow Rosenberg on his first day of kindergarten.

Whenever a bully would threaten him his mind knew exactly how to disable or even kill him. After an incident of breaking a child’s arm when he stole Willow’s favorite coloring book Xander began to ignore the voice telling him to fight back but he never allowed those skills to vanish. He was afraid to loose something he could not remember gaining.


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Many Years Later

Buffy, Willow, and Xander were walking down the hall towards their lockers when they saw Principal Snyder at a table set up in the hallway. A sign taped to the table read: Halloween Safety Program.

Snyder reached out and grabbed a passing girl, pulling her towards the table.

"Hey!" she protested.

Snyder picked one of the clipboards off the table and pushed it at her, along with a pen. "You're volunteering."

“But I have to get to class!” came the sound of a teenage girl who was using the only excuse she could think of to get away from the prison warden glare of Principal Snyder.

The troll just shrugged and forced the clipboard and pen into the young woman’s hands without restraint.

“Snyder must be in charge of the volunteer safety program for Halloween this year.” Willow said as she felt some pity for the poor teen that had strayed a little too close to Snyder.

“Note his interesting take on the volunteer concept.” Xander commented in his usual smart-ass manner.

“What's the deal?” Buffy asked as she looked to see the girl concede to Snyder’s intimidation.

“Oh, a bunch of little kids need people to take them trick-or-treating. Sign up and get your own pack of sugar-hyped little runts for the night.” Xander replied as they reached Willow’s locker.

“Yikes. I'll stick to vampires.” Buffy said with a grimace as she imagined having to maintain control of a group of kids that would gradually become more energetic with sugar as the day wore on. Xander could only nod at her response.

Unfortunately at that precise moment fate seemed to rear its head and bring Murphy’s Law crashing down upon them, since a moment later Snyder’s hand clamped down on Buffy’s shoulder and spun her around.

“Miss Summers. Just the juvenile delinquent I've been looking for.” Snyder said with his permanent scowl firmly on his face.

“Principal Snyder!” Buffy said in surprise as she tried to reign in her desire to deck the man for manhandling her.

“Halloween must be a big night for you. Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples, one pathetic cry for help after another. Well, not this year, missy” Snyder said

Both Xander and Willow shared a look before looking for a quick escape route and lacking that preparing their own excuses as well as lies to help cover for the Slayer.

“Gosh, I'd love to sign up, but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight.” Buffy said in a voice that was probably meant to be honesty with just a hint of sarcasm but wound up being sarcasm with just a hint of honesty.

All Snyder did was hold up a clipboard and pen before saying

“The program starts at four; the children have to be back at six.”

Buffy looked ready to protest a moment longer before she took the pen and signed the paper.

Willow was getting a kick out of the sight of one of her strongest friends bowing down to someone not much taller than herself. Xander too was highly amused but that came to a halt when Snyder grabbed two more clipboards from the table and shoved them into his and Willow’s hands. For a moment both of them contemplated trying to come up with some kind of excuse to get out of it but a stern look from Snyder and loyalty to their friend won out and they signed their names on the dotted line.

“I can't believe this. We have to get dressed up and the whole deal?” Xander said with no little anger at being shanghaied by someone that looked like a Ferengi from Star Trek.

“Snyder said costumes were mandatory.” Willow replied grimly though not as much as her two friends as she always tried to look on the bright side of things.

“Great. I was gonna stay in and veg. The one night a year things are supposed to be quiet for me.” Buffy said with exasperation as she seemed determined to vent her frustration rather than look towards the proverbial silver lining.

“Halloween quiet? Oh, I figured it'd be a big old vamp scare-apalooza.” Xander said with some surprise given what he thought vampires were like up until then.

“Not according to Giles. He swears that tomorrow night is, like, dead for the undead. They stay in” Buffy said as they all plopped down on one of the lounge couches.

“Those wacky vampires! That's why I love 'em! They just keep you guessing!” Xander remarked with some amusement before standing up,

“I’m going to get a soda. You guys want one?”

Both of them shook their heads in the negative so with a shrug he went over to the soda machine and started plunking in quarters.

Just as he was about to choose which brand he wanted a meaty hand came down on his shoulder and spun him around to find Larry the Jock standing in front of him.

“Hey, Lar. You're lookin' Cro-Mag as usual. What can I do you for?” Xander said not wanting to get the muscle bound brute mad.

“You and Buffy, you're just friends, right?” Larry asked before giving a quick glance in the Slayer’s direction.

“I like to think of it less as a friendship and more as a solid foundation for future bliss.” Xander replied as he had a bad feeling he knew the real reason behind the jock’s question.

“So, she, she's not your girlfriend?” Larry asked as a bit of something was in his eyes.

“Alas, no.” Xander replied truthfully

Walking around him Larry got himself into a better position to scope Buffy out before asking

“Do you think she'd go out with me?”

Deciding to shut the jock down right now Xander replied “Well, Lar, that's a tough question to... No. Not a chance.”

Turning around with a bit of anger in his voice Larry asked “Why not? I heard some guys say she was fast.”

“I hope you mean like the wind.” Xander replied in a voice that most friends knew was code for ‘think again or else’.

“Yeah, you know what I mean.” Larry said clearly stating that not only did he believe the rumors but also that Xander believed them as well.

“That's my friend that you're talkin' about!” Xander said with hostility as all traces of his usual carefree demeanor left him.

“Oh, yeah? Well, what're you gonna do about it?” Larry said with a tone that told the Zeppo he ranked Xander’s threat level somewhere below a slug’s threat level.

Use a palm thrust to his chest first to push him back and knock the air out of his lungs. Then deliver a sharp kick to his left knee forcing him off his feet. End it with a disabling knife hand strike to the back of the neck or snap his neck in order to kill him. The information seemed to simply fill his mind and his muscles had already begun to execute the orders as if he had done this a million times in the past.

He was stopped a moment later by Buffy who slammed Larry into the soda machine hard his right hand held behind his back.

“Get gone” she said and let the jock go running down the hall.

“Oooh, diet!” she said happily as she reached down and snagged the can that popped out of the machine due to her assault.


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Ethan’s Costume Shop

Xander shook his head as he watched Buffy and Willow practically drool over the 18th century noblewoman’s dress. The owner of the store seemed to only be stoking the fire as well offering Buffy a large discount on the costume.

"Angel this angel that" he said with an angry tone, "Ohh Angel don't I look fluffy, just like the girls you used to drain and drive insane."

"I'm starting to think Hyena boy was right" he murmured starting to look around the store for a costume since he had spotted a kid grab the last plastic rifle. He had wanted to be solider originally seeing as he had all the parts save the gun at home.

“Can I help you with something young man?” asked a male British voice behind him with a tone that sounded like the person was tired of appearing so cheerful to people.

Spinning around on pure instinct Xander barely stopped himself from lashing out and disabling the poor man. Instead it appeared that he had lost his balance and fallen in surprise. He heard the laughter from other costumers and expected the same of the owner but when he looked up he only found the man smiling in amusement and holding a hand out to help him up.

“I’m sorry if I startled you young sir. I’m afraid that I cannot prevent myself from doing so to just about everyone no matter how hard I try.” He said after he had helped Xander get to his feet.

“No problem I suppose this is karma getting back at me for all the jokes I make at Giles expense” he stated offhandedly trying to minimize his embarrassment.

“Giles? That wouldn’t happen to be Rupert Giles now would it” the proprietor asked.

“You know the G-man? Wow talk about a small world my name is Xander BTW” he answered

"My name is Ethan Rayne. Now tell me what you would like to be this night?" asks Ethan seeing someone who enjoys tormenting his old friend as he himself does...

"I'm looking for a toy gun. I have old army fatigues at home but I noticed a kid grab the last one out of the box though."

"A simple soldier? A generic grunt? You must have more imagination then that my boy. "Says Ethan,

“I do but I really can’t afford much more then a toy gun to go with the fatigues and dog tags I have at home” was the response.

“If it means you'll walk away an individual I’ll give you a discount”

“Why?”

“Ripper and I are old friends and it simply wouldn’t be right if I allowed one of his charges to be short changed on a night like tonight” Ethan replied with a certain gleam in his eyes.

“You mean it?” Xander asked ignoring his growing paranoia.

“It would be an honor my boy”

“You have yourself a deal then”

“Good, good now then you look the hero type or maybe the comedic sidekick to the real hero” he surmised pushing a few buttons in the boy.

“Nothing like that” Xander responded breaking Ethan from his thoughts.

“Then what do you have in mind?”

Xander closed his eyes for a second and let his imagination and mind wander. There were hidden depths to himself that no one not even Willow knew about. It was the same depths that always filled his mind with ways to fight or disappear when Tony Harris was in a particularly abusive mood. He had no idea where it came from but he was thankful it was there. Opening his eyes he knew what he wanted to be tonight.

“Someone dark and mysterious. An assassin or a ninja, cold hearted and methodical with no qualms about killing” He said with conviction to which Ethan only smiled and ran off to collect one of his ‘special costumes’.

He returned a minute later and dragged Xander into the back of the store near the curtain that separated the store proper from the storeroom. Once there Xander eyes fell on a costume arranged on a mannequin. There was a black high collared cloak with blood red clouds on it each one outlined in white. The undershirt was dark blue or purple with a netted section on the front and the pants were black though taped to the legs from the calf to the ankle. The costume came with open toed sandals for shoes and a tag read ‘Ask owner for other accessories’.

“Who is this and what are the other accessories?” Xander asked in awe of the costume

“Itachi Uchiha a character from an anime if I recall correctly. He was raised in a culture of ninja and among them he was a genius. He rose through the ranks before he was even a teenager. After killing his best friend, though why is unknown he obtained a great personal power levels above his families. One night he betrayed his blood and killed all but his little brother before fleeing the village of his birth. He is cold, ruthless, highly intelligent, and deadly he is both an assassin and a ninja. The accessories are a straw hat that will hide what the cloak does not. A pair of colored contacts to replicate his unique kind of eyes. A forehead protector with the mark his village on it slashed through the middle and finally a katana along with a large quantity of other weapons.” He spoke with pride listing everything he had gathered together for this specific costume.

Xander ran his hand along the cloak. It was almost perfect it just needed something special to complete what he wanted.

“Can we add a couple of things to it just to make it more original?” He asked not taking his eyes off the material.

“Like what my boy?” Ethan responded though inside he was feeling glee if this kid was half as imaginative as he hoped tonight would be pure fun for him.

“Two pistols placed in the cloaks lining if you can find one I know I have another at my house not right for a solider but perfect for an assassin and a laptop that looks top of line or above. If he is a true assassin of this world or any other he has to be a genius at computer skills to get any job. The ammo for the guns should vary from normal bullet to bullets strong enough or explosive enough to kill a vampire or demon… if those things existed that is” By the time he had finished talking Xander’s eyes were bright and he was waving his arms around wildly trying to illustrate his point.

‘This boy is a genius with those changes he will completely alter the costume and even I don’t know what chaos that will cause. I have to do this I cannot call myself a worshipper of chaos if I don’t.’ Ethan thought as he made a little show of trying to think if Xander’s idea was doable.

“Let me take this into the back and gather everything up and see if I have the rest how about that?” At Xander’s nod Ethan took everything off the display and headed into the storeroom.

Ten minutes passed before Ethan appeared again carrying a stack of rectangular boxes that he passed off to Xander as quickly as he could. Leading Xander to the register the teen was able to put down his load and stare at the Englishman.

“Sorry it took so long but I had to find the additional stuff and then write out some extra directions for putting the costume on to accommodate for your add-ons” he half-lied it had only taken him a moment to conjure the laptop and gun and gather the other pieces. The instructions he had written out though did need to be updated.

“Even with the discount do I have enough to rent this costume?” Xander asked eyeing the pile.

“You my boy are the first person to show any creativity since I opened up this morning. For that alone take the costume and use it tonight all I ask is you tell everyone where you got it so I get some free advertising out of you. Do we have a deal?” He asked unwilling to let this opportunity pass him by.

“Thank you I will tell everyone where I got this and get you so much business you will think its Halloween every year” Xander stated happily while grabbing the boxes and fleeing before Ethan could change his mind.

Ethan smiled wickedly tonight would indeed be a night to remember.


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Harris Residence

Xander set the boxes down on his bed before moving to his closet and began rifling through the clutter in search of something special. It was something that he never knew the origins of but had always been with him. It didn’t belong to Tony and the drunk of a father figure never took it away from him so it was his and his alone.

“Eureka” he said as he found it and moved out of the closet. In his right hand now rested a Berretta hand gun shinning like it had just been made for use.

Xander shivered holding it but not in fear or apprehension but contentment. Every time he had his hands around it he felt complete and safe. There were even times he would see flashes of a place or of a man staring at him. He placed the gun on his bed and started the task of applying his Halloween costume.

He was surprised when he discovered the katana, kunai, and shuriken were all very real and very sharp. Even more so when he discovered the gun was as real as his own as well as a matching Berretta to his own only a newer model. Slowly he began putting on the outfit and then loading the weapons into each hidden pocket or holster. The guns were placed in the cloak as well each surrounded by four clips each with a different colored band around it to make it easy to identify what to use. Lastly he picked up the laptop case and without checking inside he placed the strap around himself so that the laptop was hidden within the cloak. Finally he placed the contacts in and added the wig along with the straw hat.

Completely dressed he looked into the mirror and instantly understood what Ethan had meant by unique eyes. His entire eye was blood red with three black comma marks along with something else linking all three in a circle. Picking up the information card that was included Xander started to read about how to be Itachi Uchiha.


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1630 Revello Drive

Joyce Summers was slightly startled when she opened her door that evening and found Xander his face set in a cold uncaring look wearing his costume. It was the eyes those though that had scared her more then anything.

“Xander is that really you?” she asked after a moment only to see the cold look melt into the boy’s usual lopsided grin.

“A good evening to you Mrs. Summers” he greeted her though his voice was low and held no emotion his face returning to the cold look.

“My goodness that's an excellent costume, how long did it take you to get ready though?"

“It is of no concern how long it took me to prepare but if you must know I was finished within two hours” was the reply with no hint of any emotion behind it.

"Who are you tonight?" Joyce asked.

“”I am death wreathed in silence and shadow. Both Ninja and assassin who walks the path of death” He spoke in that same voice actually succeeding in creeping out Joyce.

Xander allowed himself to grin at her before he spoke again.

“It’s originally a character from an Anime but the store owner and I added some things on to make it more creative so there really isn’t a name for it. The guy it’s based off of is named Itachi Uchiha though”

“No drawing a blank here but it still is a very good costume” She replied before both turned their attention to the stairs.

“Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex,” Xander called as she came down the stairs with the swishing of her dress.

“Why thank you kind sir” She said giving a slight curtsey.

"Well, if you think this is great wait till you see..."

They turned to look up the stairs at Willow, hearing the noise of footsteps. But the Jewish girl had put on the ghost outfit, unable to deal with her extreme panic attack; and Xander could not help noticing the white bed sheet said 'BOO!' on the front, in large bold letters.

"Hi."

Buffy trailed off in disappointment, "...Casper."

Xander said in an upbeat way, "Hey, Will! That's a fine boo you got there."


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Sunnydale High school

At the high school, children were arriving in costume to be taken trick-or-treating. Buffy was thus standing in the hall by the stairs holding a clipboard, waiting for her charges.

Snyder brought them to her, as well as his own bad attitude. "This is your group, Summers. No need to speak to them. The last thing they need is your influence! Just bring them back in one piece, and I won't expel you." He started to leave...

The young woman bent down to the kids and said to the kids, "Hi."

Snyder said at once, "Ah, ah!"

Not far away, Xander was briefing his group of kids - with his own special brand of Harris wisdom. "Okay, on sleazing extra candy: tears are key. Tears will normally get you the double-bagger. You can also try the old 'you missed me' routine, but it's risky. Only go there for chocolate. Understood?" The children all nodded their little heads. "Okay, then let's get going..."

Elsewhere, Oz was checking his guitar at his locker. And as luck would have it Cordelia came into the hall, wearing a very cleavage-y cat suit with her hair loose and a pair of fake ears with a tail. All of the boys in the corridor were practically drooling at the sight of her, even more so than usual...

Uncharacteristically ignoring the attention, Cordelia walked up to the musician, "Oz! Oz!"

The soon-to-be werewolf looked up at her, the one unfazed male in the crowd. "Hey, Cordelia."

Rolling her hazel eyes, the beauty queen replied, "Are you guys playing tonight?"

The guy who often dreamed of reaching E-flat, diminished ninth nodded sagely. "Yeah, at the Shelter Club."

Cordelia looked annoyed. "Is Mr. I'm-the-lead-singer-I'm-so-great-I-don't-have-to-show-up-for-my-date-or-eve n-call gonna be there?"

Oz just said deadpan, "Yeah, y'know, he's just going by 'Devon' now."

The cheerleader ignored his dry sarcasm. "Well, you can tell him that I don't care, and that I didn't even mention it. And that I didn't even see you. So that's just fine."

The young man could not help being somewhat confused, "So, what do I tell him?"

Cordelia snapped, "Nothing! Geez! Get with the program." She then walked off in a huff.

Daniel Osborne said even more sarcastically to himself, "Why can't I meet a nice girl like that?"

It was at that moment fate decreed the musician and the hacker meet in a rather painful collision.


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Sunnydale Streets

Later out on the streets, nightfall had come. A student dressed as a vampire was escorting his own group of the bratty little prepubescent; and they walked by Buffy's group, coming back from a house.

The blonde born in L.A. stopped and crouched down, to see what they'd gotten. She asked, "What did Mrs. Davis give you?"

They all pulled out toothbrushes, and the Chosen One almost blanched. "She must be stopped..."

The Slayer then got up, talking to her group of kids, "Let's hit one more house. We still have a few more minutes, before I need to get you back..."


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Ethan’s Costume Shop

Ethan Rayne, chaos mage and erstwhile friend of certain English watchers locked his front door with a large smile. Then with a manic chuckle he slapped his hands together and rubbed them together with glee, "Finally, it's time."

He walked quickly through his shop into a back room. Then he stepped up to a curtained off area and pulled back the heavy drape in a single movement. There was a table with a bust on it, a bust of Janus the multi headed Roman god.

Ethan knelt before his statue of Janus. He pressed his hands together and winces in pain. He pulled them apart his palms bled freely.

“The world that denies thee, thou inhabit.” Ethan dabbed the blood from his hand over his right eyelid. “The peace that ignores thee…” then he dabbed some over his left eyelid, “…thou corrupt.” Then he quickly made the sign of the cross on his forehead.

“Chaos. I remain, as ever, thy faithful, degenerate son.”
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Willow walked her brood up to the door with resignation, so far the night hadn’t actually been too bad, the kids where fun and every house that they had knocked at had given them some candy. A kindly old lady opened the door and smiled down at the kids, “Oh what lovely costumes. Are you all little monsters?” she said with a smile at Willow who was nodding.

Suddenly Willow felt a little feint and grabbed onto the door frame. “Now what have we got for you” the old lady said digging around in a large bucket full of candy. Suddenly she felt the bucket being tugged on.

“Now, Now, wait just a moment” she said looking at the suddenly realistic costumes, “What…” she said as one of the mini demons jumped up and ripped off her glasses.

Willow started forward with a weak, “Hey” but suddenly she felt too weak to go on and promptly dropped to the floor like a stone. The mini demons gave a collective snarl and pulled the old lady down.


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Across the street looking bored Buffy Summers, the slayer of Sunnydale also feinted dead away folding up onto the floor with a little sign and the creaking of whalebone. Her band of pirates all cheered and took whatever valuables they could before running off flourishing what had been plastic cutlass’s but where now steel and deadly sharp.

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Power flowed through the night spreading across the town, working chaos's will. The trouble with true chaos is that it's chaotic. No one, even Janus himself knew what was going to happen. It was worse when you didn't do your planning properly. If he had, then Ethan Rayne would not have changed Xander’s costume the way he had asked.
Xander collapsed to his knee’s as the wave hit him his group of children quickly scattering to do there own will. The power to call on the spirit and let it inhabit the host flowed through his mind obliterating the blocks placed upon him nearly a decade ago opening the floodgates for his lost memory. Now the spell was warping as most of the costume was to call on an enhanced Itachi Uchiha but the added gun didn’t belong to him instead it was the relic and reminder of Alexander. Images bombarded him and pain filled every muscle of his being as his body adjusted itself to fit both Itachi and the memories of his training.

In the dead of night Xander Harris collapsed.


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Xander’s Mind

Xander found himself standing on a marble floor in a place that seemed to never end and yet all you could see was a dark purple void. Before him stood two figures. The first wore the same costume as he did yet he looked to not be wearing the costume but to the embodiment of it. The other was a child version of himself only his eyes were cold and dead and he wore all black.

“Where am I and who the heck are you guys?” He asked aloud to them and felt the sound echo all around him.

“I am you or at least the person you used to be before they took away our memory” said the child.

“I suppose I am the spirit of the fictional person you dressed up as” replied the tall one.

“As for where you are. We are in our mind Xander you body and brain couldn’t take the stress it was going through so it retreated here.” It seemed the child was the one to speak most often.

“What the hell is going on then?” Xander was getting angrier by the minute around these two.

“Whatever is going on has somehow unlocked the block that was placed on our earliest memories and most of our intelligence. I would guess when you wake up all the knowledge and skills that we learned will be returned”

“I am here because of what happened in essence I am the person you wanted to dress up as given substance and shape” Itachi theorized.

“So I’ve been possessed, AGAIN!”

“No I can no more control your body then you can right now I doubt this was the original intention of whomever caused all this”

“In either case when this wears off things are going to be very different which is why I want to ask you to do something Xander” the child took over again.

“You and I are going to merge since I only represent the part of you that was lost but I lack a lot of skills so I want you to please allow Itachi’s spirit to merge with our own so that we can use his knowledge”

“NO! I refuse to share my body again or lose myself” he yelled as soon as the favor was asked.

“I will not be sharing your mind I will simply pass on my knowledge and memories to you along with my bloodline and the ability to be a ninja of my world” the tall one defended.

“If it goes wrong we know Giles can fix the problem and remove him but think of what we can accomplish with the skills. I know your scared now but when you get your full memories back you’ll understand”

“Will it help me protect my friends” Xander asked his resolve weakening with the offer.

“Once you remember only you can choose what do with the knowledge of your true past” was the only reply from the child to which Itachi added a nod.

“Then I’ll do it”

The child stepped forward and sunk into Xander’s mental body bringing with it his true past. Next came Itachi who nodded and stepped into him only meeting minor resistance.

Xander was suddenly bombarded with memories of three people. The memories of himself clear from before he woke up in the Harris Household. The Itachi Uchiha’s memories from the world of the Naruto Anime. Finally the streamlined memories of the Itachi Uchiha he had dressed complete with skills.


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Library

Xander groaned and sat up reaching a hand up he rubbed his throbbing head to try to ease the pain. Feeling someone grab his shoulder he acted without thought he grabbed the hand by the wrist with his left and forced the person forward bringing their arm behind them his right hand striking out towards their neck barely stopping before impact as he registered where he was and who was grabbing him.

“Xander I didn’t mean to startle you I just heard you groan and came to check on your” came a male British voice.

“Oh god I am so sorry Giles I acted on instinct” He apologized releasing the watcher.

“Yes well it is quite understandable Xander considering last night’s activities” he replied taking his glasses off and beginning to clean them and explain about the Halloween debacle.

“So everyone is alright then?” he asked once Giles finished.

“Yes thankfully Angel found you and brought you to the others until he could get everyone safe once Willow informed me of what was happening I took care of the spell. I tried to call your parents also but they seemed rather indisposed so we decided to let you rest here.”

“You mean of course they too drunk to care or even notice I was missing let alone the hell from last night right?” Xander said though his voice showed no surprise or any emotion it seemed.

“Um, well yes”

“Did you keep all my stuff here by any chance G-man?”

“Well we took off the cloak and your weapons but there in the book cage. Why on earth were you walking around with real guns?”

“Only one of them was supposed to be real seems Rayne decided the rest should be as well. If it is alright can I get the stuff and head home I got a lot on my mind” he said shrugging it off.

“Actually if you want I do have an extra room in my apartment just going to waste and as you said your parents won’t notice your gone for at least a day. Perhaps you can use that time to really rest” He couldn’t just let Xander walk back into that environment especially with weapons and a quick strike complex.

“No I don’t want to be a bother” he responded.

‘I need time to go through my memories and organize my thoughts and I can’t do that if Giles is playing ‘Father Hen’’ He thought while stretching his arms a bit.

“You will not be a bother now come and get your things I simply refuse to take no for an answer” he stated with a note of finality in his voice.

Xander simply nodded and followed the man out to gather his cloak and his gear.


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Giles Place

Xander stood in front of the bed in the room Giles had provided for him. It was the normal size with a window, dresser, closet, nightstand, and desk. Laid out on the bed was everything left over from Halloween. The guns had remained along with the full clips of different ammunition, which meant that he would need to find a way to make more incase he ever ran across a demon or vampire. He had plenty of kunai and shuriken though he would need to have them blessed or make a few wooden ones. The katana was as fine as the day it would have been forged and could split a hair easily meaning the edge was perfect. Lifting the blade he gazed at his reflection and smiled when his chocolate brown orbs turned crimson.

The biggest surprise had by far been when he opened the laptop bag and instead of a weight or some toy he found a state-of-the-art machine with all the necessary accessories a constantly moving assassin would require.

‘The man has a true skill for conjuring in order to make all of this stuff. I suppose I should thank him if not for his love of chaos I would just have useless plastic gear instead of this’ He thought briefly before sitting down on the one clear spot on the bed.

‘What is my next move? I can pretend none of this ever happened and go back to being Xander but then I can never go back to being like that. I can explain this all to G-man and the gang and continue the fight here on the Hellmouth but odds are Buffy will see me as competition and try to get Giles to do something to me claiming I was possessed again. I can attempt to contact Soldats and wait for orders but I have no idea what has gone on since I was placed here or why it was done to begin with so I could be signing my own death certificate that way. The only option I really have is too do what I was created and trained for. Sooner or later Soldats and Althena will take notice of me and I will have my answers’. He considered himself created because he lacked parents or a true last name and weapons were not true living beings to begin with.

‘There are many questions left unanswered it seems I will have to find them by leaving a trail of bodies. I need time to accustom myself to both my old moves and Itachi’s Sunnydale will be the perfect place for that and the perfect cover for myself until I am ready to move away.’

Rising he began setting up the computer. He was going to be busy from now on that was for sure.

Alexander smiled as the laptop loaded up.

“You never know you miss something until it’s taken away from you. Thank goodness I got it back” he mused. If he had been betrayed by his creators then they would learn there mistake.

Alexander had returned.


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End Chapter 1

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Ending note 1: I know there was not a lot of action or Noir in this chapter but it is coming.

Ending note 2: I know most likely this chapter needs corrections so that is why I am looking for a Good Beta reader.

Ending note 3: it is up to you the reader’s whether or not I continue this story so choose world.

Ending note 4: I know already some people will think I am making Xander too powerful already. However if you give me the next chapter to explain you will see he is not ridiculously overpowered for the world of Noir. This is assuming there is a chapter 2

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