So, this is my first fanfiction. I have written a little bit before, but I just wanted to say that is my first attempt of this genre. I'm always looking forward to new stories, and I finally wanted to try my own hand at it. So. Here goes.

I do not own Naruto or Ender's Game.

It all started on an irregular Tuesday. Ender found himself in a daze, staring around the room. What was it called again? With a little exhale it came back to him, a classroom. Yes that's what it was. Returning to his little doodles, he looked up as a message appeared on his desk. Third. Watching it march around and spin made him smile, if only slightly. Now he was only a third. He fit in with the others, now that the monitor was gone. Looking away from his little message for a moment, he glanced out of the window, only to double take. Standing by a tree outside, was a dark figure, with what seemed to be the snarling visage of a fox.

Looking away, he dared to take another glance outside, only for there to be nothing. Rubbing the bandage on the back of his neck, he furrowed his eyebrows. He had never seen anything like that before, and he had never been one for imagining things so vividly before. He let it go with a shake of his head, something he usually wouldn't do. Perhaps it was simply due to the removal of his monitor. Taking a deep breath, he returned to the world of lessons, just in time for the bell to ring. Grabbing his supplies, he left the room, still pondering on the figure outside of that window.

"How will he do?"

"It is too soon for even me to tell. He saw me though. Although he seemed to dismiss my appearance, something that I thought would be unlikely."

"He did just have a major part of his life removed. That may be the cause."

"Tabun."

"Please refrain from using, what was it you said, Japanese? English is standard. The only holdouts are the French and you. No one can understand what you say."

A snort was heard, before the connection was cut. "Maybe that's the entire point." The figure shook his head in amusement before vanishing yet again, this time leaving a small grouping of leaves behind as the only indication.

"So bugger, how is it without your little monitor? Gonna cry yet?" Now home, Ender's head was finally clear. He felt ashamed after he had beat his classmate, afraid that he was going to be just like the sibling who was blocking his entrance at this very moment. "Please. Not today Peter." Trying to move past, Peter shoulder checked him, and trailed him into the house. "Is the little bugger upset? I know what should cheer you up. Let's play buggers and astronauts. I call astronaut." With a malicious sneer, Peter grabbed his shoulder, and began to lead him up the stairs. "You know what that means, right?"

Going into one of his drawers, Peter pulled out a Bugger mask. Throwing it at Ender, he turned back to the drawer, looking for something else to include in their 'game'. "Really Peter. Please, can we just not do this?" Fitting the mask onto his face, Ender squinted slightly, disliking the feel of the rubber once again. Whipping around, there was a dull thud as the older sibling struck his brother in the head with a club. "Shut it! You will play. And I will enjoy it. Now, why don't you just be a good bugger and let me vivisect you?" Kneeling down, he put his knee just under the boy's sternum. "I bet this would take care of you real quick, wouldn't it? Just keep pressing, and pressing, and soon enough, no more Third. No more Ender. No more Andrew."

"PETER STOP!" With a cry of dismay, Valentine rushed Peter, trying to dislodge him of the now gasping Andrew. Grunting, Peter shoved her away and kept his knee in place. "If you're that eager to save the little bugger, I'm sure I could include you in our little game." With his words, a sudden feeling of dread filled the room. But the source wasn't from the eldest sibling, as he slumped away from the youngest. "W….wh…what was that? What's going on?" The feeling persisted, causing the young Ender to continue gasping long after the pressure was removed from chest. "Make it stop! It's hurting Ender!" With a desperate plea, Valentine moved over her gasping brother, thinking that shielding him from whatever it was would help. The feeling persisted, until Peter finally broke.

With a frightened scramble, Peter tripped and ran on his hands and knees, trying to run from what he believed to be the source. Ender. After he left the room, the feeling suddenly disappeared, as if it was never there. Crying, Valentine stayed over her brother until his breathing finally evened out. "What happened? What happened Ender?"

"The boy needs to be removed if you plan to use him for your little plan. And soon. That brother of his is too much. I have let this slide for now, since he held back while the monitor was in place. But if you do not take him within the next week, I will."

"And why do you say that? I thought we were in agreement, we would observe as we pleased, and you would assist when asked as long as we did not reveal your identity. Is that null and void?"

"Not yet. But you want a commander, not a shell of a six year old to damaged to be able to effectively lead his forces when they're actually counting on him. And if you continue down this path, that is what you will have. A shell. Able to be repaired only once, and that by a long shot. Besides. I've already shown that I can disappear when needs be. How do you plan on ousting me?"

"We. We will take your position into account. Thank you for your time Na….Kitsune."

"Not a problem. Contact me when you go to collect your commander. Remember, one week. Ja ne."

Snapping the old phone shut, 'Kitsune' smirked beneath his mask. "I love torturing those guys. Always so easy." With a small flourish of his bandaged hand, the phone vanished, as if it had never existed in the first place. Running the same hand through his long blonde hair, he vanished yet again, the Wiggins roof gaining a few more leaves.

The next morning came all too quickly, with even the supposedly unflappable Peter keeping quiet. "What's wrong guys? You all look like you saw a ghost." At the word ghost, Ender perked up, a sudden thought bursting through his mind like a firework. A firework that had waited to fire until the right words had been spoken. "A ghost." Muttering under his breath, no one noticed Ender's new found thought. Shaking his head, he dismissed it almost as quickly as it came. The family of five all continued to eat their breakfast, until a soft tone rang throughout the house. "Who could that be at this hour? The bus hasn't even come yet." Standing up, their mother went to get the door. "Honey? Can you come here for a moment?"

"I wonder what's going on that she needs me." Leaving his newspaper active on his desk, their father got up for the front door as well. With a look at his other siblings, Ender decided to be the one to sneak off and try to figure out who was at the front door without getting caught. When he peeked around the corner, his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. It was IF officer, a large and imposing African American man who seemed to be able to pin a person with his gaze alone.

"Sorry to bother you at this time Mr. and Mrs. Wiggin, but I'm here to collect Andrew."

So, here's my start. Not terribly long I know, but I didn't want to throw absolutely everything in to start. This was to bring in some characters, and give a small idea of what's going to change in this. I want to start small, with interference, just enough to tweak some things, before it becomes a full on change from canon. Don't worry, Naruto will make an actual appearance in the next chapter. I hope to get it up tomorrow, just to help start this story, but I make no promises. Let me know what you guys think of this crossover, I hope its something different that you may come to enjoy.