SilverTail
Noble Warrior of Woodsclan
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AN - Okay, this is the first FF i've done that involves actual Canon characters from a show, so go with me on it, alright?
Plot - Konohagakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Leaves, is home to a many number of residents. One of whom causes trouble on a daily basis. That person, is Uzumaki Naruto. However, when a strange meteor shower catches the village in awe, that boy witll discover he is the only chance his world has to survive being swallowed by darkness.
Disclaimer - I do not, in any way, own Naruto or Kingdom Hearts, nor any of their characters. I do however, own certain variations of Heartless that may be contained within, although not the Heartless in general.
Link to FF version - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4301449/1/
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Naruto - A Destined Heart
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Chapter 1 - Awakening
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A young boy, no older than twelve or thirteen, lay, facedown, on the ground, seemingly asleep. Slowly, as conciousness returned to him, he raised his head and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Yawning, he slowly opened them to reveal the crystaline blue coloring below them. Adjusting the goggles that rest atop his head slightly as he surveyed his surroundings, he took in one fact.
This was not where he had fallen asleep.
Leaping to his feet in an instant, he looked around quickly, his eyes flicking from place to place around the darkness at teh edge of the platform he stood atop. Sensing none of the ominous feelings that usually fortold of danger, nor the presence of malicious intent that followed him around, he let himself relax, glancing down at the floor below him.
He was standing atop what appeared to be a stained glass window of sorts, although he couldn't see it exactly, he could tell that it was of a young girl, very young by the looks of it, with dark hair and deep, lavander eyes. She was facing away from him at an angle, so he could not see her full face, but she was wearing a black kimono with silver cuffs and obi, and she was holding a blossoming lotus in her cupped hands. Around her in smaller circles were faces he didn't recognise, but they all had those same, lavander eyes. The top circle however, he did recognise...vaguely. She looked much like what he could see of the young girl at the center, but had shorter, lighter hair, and was smiling warmly from what he could tell.
It was then a loud, ecchoing voice boomed from the nothingness at the edges of the lighted platform, drawing the young boy out of his trance and back to reality.
"So much to do, so little time... Take your time. Don't be afraid. The door is still shut. Now, step forwards. Can you do it?"
To say the boy was puzzled would be an understatement. His confusion, and suspicion, grew as a beam of light flew shown from the nothingness above, and landed directly at the center of the large platform. The boy merely looked aroud suspiciously, stepping back twords the edge of the platform and getting ready to jump, if it meant he could escape the possibility of being harmed...that light could be a trap, or-
"Do not be afraid, young shinobi. You shall not be harmed, no. No one will trick you here, there is no trap, and you cannot be lured out when you are not hidden."
The young blond was even more surprised now. This voice had apparently read his thoughts down to the letter, and it began to scare him more. Taking cautious steps, he moved forwards into the light, it reflecting slightly off his florange jacket and trousers, making him glow slightly. Suddenly, four small platforms rasied from the surface of the larger one he stood on, atop each floated a sheild, a staff, and a katana. The voice spoke again as the boy jumped back, knowing it would be a trap of some sort.
"Do not worry, young hero. If you give it form... it will give you strength. Choose well."
Not bothering to ask what the voice meant, the boy stepped forwards, twords the shining katana that had caught his eye to his left. His focus, however, was quckly drawn away from it, and instaid, to the large, leaf imprinted shield that had floated harmlessly behind him. Stepping quickly up to the platform, he hesitantly took the shield, and the light surrounding it intensified as he held it. Again, the voice spoke.
"The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?"
A quick nod of the head was the only reply the boy gave, as, the shield vanished from his arm, shimmering dust falling to the ground as he looked out upon the other pedistals.
"Your path is set, now, what will you give up in exchange?"
His eyes were drawn now to the staff, simple in it's elegance. Polished wood coated at the center in bandages for grip, it glowed with some sort of mystical energy, radiating from the shimmering and swirling sappire atop it. Moving off the platform on which he stood, he moved twords it, standing atop it as well, he took the staff lightly.
"The power of the mystic. Inner Strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you wish to give up?"
The boy lulled it over in his head, before setting the staff down and jumping off the platform lightly, moving twords the shining katana that had caught his eye before, he stepped onto the platform and claimed it, the voice booming yet again, sounding slightly impatiant if anything else.
"The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you wish to give up?"
Nodding quickly, the sword also dissapeared, leaving the boy looking around the darkness as the staff also dissapeared. The voice spoke once more.
"You've chosen the power of the guardian. You've given up the power of the warrior. Is this the form you chose?"
The boy nodded once more, before the platform he was standing on shifted jaggedly, falling downwards as the floor fell out beneath him.
When he awoke again, he found himself laying, face down again, on the image of a girl, just like before. This girl however, had brown hair, flowing free in some kind of wind, her bangs hanging over dark chocolate eyes. She wore a pink Kimono, with yellow and red cuffs and obi, and while the previous had been holding a lotus, this girl carried a glowing red rose, covered in needle sharp thorns that reminded him of kunai knives. Around the edges, where pictures of people had been on the previous platform, now rested images of all sorts of weapons, from kunai and halberds, to knunchaku and bo-staves.
The leaf-imprinted shield returned to the boy's hand as the billowing voice spoke again.
"You have gained the power to fight."
Blinking, the boy swung the shield, with little resistance as the material seemed weightless.
"All right! You've got it. Use this power to protect yourself and others."
All around the boy, dark spots began to form upon the platform without him realising as he continued to marvel at the weightlessness of the sheld in his hand. It was only when the voice boomed again, drawing him from his trance as that smaller voice in the back of his head alerted him to danger.
"There will be times when you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong"
Creatures rose from the dark spots, insect-like in their appearance. Completely black with glowing yellow eyes, the boy could see the antenna jutting from their heads and curling into menacing spirals, along with the slightly dripping claws of the creatures' front legs. They twitched as they moved, prepairing to leap at the boy as he swung out with the shield, catching one in the face and casting it back into oblivion. One managed to catch him by surprise, and lashed out with a clawed talon to catch him on the shoulder of his right arm, his shield being held in his left however, meant he could swing around into a counter attack and cleave the being in two with the pointed lower edge of the shield. It dissapeared as he hissed in pain from the searing wound on his shoulder.
Fending off the rest of the small beasts however, was realatively easy. Being trained as a shinobi had done the boy wonders as he carefully, albeit akwardly, flipped over one and bashed the shield into it's face. Two more remained as he charged, and kicked one straight into the other, sending them bolth exploding into nothingness. More dark spots began to form around him however, adn the voice boomed again.
"Watch out! Behind you!"
Leaping into action, the boy sprung and attacked the newcomers with as much vigor as he did the last, but still earned another slash across his cheek along one of the whisker-like marks that rested there, while another had cracked the goggles he wore. Panting slightly at the end of the battle, he rests once the onslaught of creatures stops, the shield having dissapeared again as he looked around, a shimmering, transclucent door appearing in his field of vision.
Blinking at this startling appearance, he regained his breath and stood, walking twords it and trying to touch it, only for his hand to slip through the handle as a dull thud meets his ears from behind him , turning to look he sees a large crate with a star printed on the side sitting where he had been sitting only moments ago. Gulping slightly at how very creepy this was all turning out to be, he moves tords it, blinking as something in his mind urges him to smash it. Pulling back a fist, he feels the gentle, weightless feel of the sheild's grip in his hand as he swings it twords the box, chipping it and swinging again, the box shatters into thousands of pieces, rewarding him with a bowl of instant ramen, which he quickly stowed in the rather large pack at his waist. A barrel soon appeared, and, after removing it from the picture, he turned to see light shine upon the door, which is now solid.
Blinking in surprise, he steps forwardstouching the door as it swings forwards, revealing a blinding light that obscures his entire field of vision. As the light grows more intense, he can hear the voice again.
"Hold on. The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself."
When the light fades, he blinks the stars out of his eyes and looks around to see himself standing in a classroom from the academy. Three figures stand at different portions of the room, turning to look, he sees they are all farmiliar.
The first one he knew well, the silver hair and calm face of Mizuki meeting him and making him shiver slightly in his blue sandals. Walking to meet his sensei, the boy went to speak up, before being cut off rudely by the chilling teacher, who asked a question.
"What are you afraid of?"
Mulling it over in his mind, the boy quickly decides on something, although he dosn't say a word, Mizuki tilts his head and speaks quietly.
"Is being indecicive really so scary?"
Mizuki turned to his right, follwing his gaze the blond looks to see another farmiliar face. The greying, yet tanned skin, wrinkles, and robe and hat combination of the Third Hokage, has an inviting look upon his face. Turning to look back at Mizuki, the boy finds that he is no longer looking at him. Deciding it is best to leave his sensei alone, he walks to the old man, attempting to greet him but is again cut off with a question.
"What is most important to you?" Asked the old hokage's gruff, yet kind voice.
Again, the boy turned it over in his mind. Looking up as he decided on something, the aged Hokage answered for him, just as Mizuki had.
"Is friendship such a big deal?"
The elderly shinobi turned to look to his right, the blond's eyes also following as they fall on the sight of another person in his life, with brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and a scar across his nose between his chocolate eyes, was his sensei, Iruka. Running to see him, he sees the care-free look on his sensei's face, and goes to open his mouth, only for Iruka to cut him off like the first two, asking a queston like them.
"What do you want out of life?"
This question took less than a second, getting ready to let the answer burst from his throat, Iruka simply stated,
"Is being number one such a big deal?"
Feeling slightly downtrodden at Iruka's responce, he heard the loud voice, which was seeming to stalk him. Glaring as it spoke up, the boy couldnt, however, shake the fact that he had heard that voice a long time ago...
"You're afraid of being indecicive. You want friendship. You want to be number one. Your adventure begins in the dead of night. Your road won't be easy, but a rising sun awaits your journy's end. The day you will open the door is bolth far off and very near."
Nodding quietly, light suddenly engulfed the room, blinding him again before revealing him to be standing on yet another platform. This one having a blond girl with short, blond hair like his own. She was layed back on what appeared to be a tan bed, laying in a beautifully decoreated violet kimiono with a red obi. Cupped in her hands just over her navel, was a desert flower of some sort. The peaceful, sleeping expresson on her face however, was contrasted greatly by the twining tendrils of what appeared to be sand coiling around the frame of the platform, cracking and splintering all but three circles, one which held what appeared to be a boy with a cat-shaped hood and face paint, another with a fan displaying three smaller circles, and the last with the image of a boy turned from her, holding his face with curled fingers.
A light shone at the center of this platform. Moving twords it, the boy stepped under it's refreshing beam before feeling an imence sence of calm take over him. Looking at his wounds, he noticed they had healed in record time, and feeling his goggles, he noticed they had also been repaired somehow. Shrugging it off to be some sort of genjutsu, the boy noticed glowing steps appear from one side of the platform, and, moving twords them, he watched as they revealed a path to a much higher, brightly lit towered platform, a shimmering golden light hanging above it.
Running as fast as he could up the steps, the boy failed to notice the dissapearing act the steps behind him were preforming, fading back into the nothing from whence they came. Reaching the top, the boy stepped into this new tower of light, but no warmth accompanied it. The voiced boomed again.
"The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes..."
Turning to look behind him, the boy sees the image of his shadow, accompanied by nine, flowing tails. Shocked, he takes a step back and as he dose, the shadow raises itself from the ground, it's face long, and narrow, with long ears as it molds into the cunning figure of the Kyuubi Kitsune no Yoko, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox that nearly destroyed Konoha nearly thirteen years ago...
"But don't be afraid. You hold the mightiest weapon of all."
Turning to run, the boy stumbles as he sees that his pathway to the previous platform has dissapeared, the bright light shimmering off in the distance, far too far for even a shinobi to jump in one go. Turning to face the demon before him, the boy hardened his resolve, knowing what he must do, before rushing the mighty beast, shield in hand as it swung one of it's mighty tails twords him.
Leaping over the tail and rolling under another one, the boy jumped forwards and slammed his shield into the toe of one of the beasts's large front paws, right at the base of it's mighty talon. Crying out in pain, the beast lunged at him with open jaws, determined to devour him in one bite.
But it would not be so, jumping to the side, just in time, the boy manged to escape disaster as the beast crashed into the remarkably strong surface of the platform below, stunning it slightly as he ran forwards, swinging the shield's sharp lower edge into the eyelids of the great beast, gouging into the soft material that lay below and earning another howl from the beast as it thrashed, half blind and in excruciating pain, with all nine of it's mighty tails.
Sticking close to it's body, the boy waited for his chance and swung at the beast's foreleg, tearing a shallow gouge through the reddish fur and into the beast's hide, causing it to yelp and lunge at him again, only for him to roll out of the way and have it crash, with twice the previous force from anger and pain, into the platform, nearly knocking the great demon lord unconcious. The orange-clad shinobi-to-be threw the shield, with all his might, at the beast's eye, hitting it dead center and causing the beast to thrash about even more viciously, wall the while the voice begain to speak again, scratchy as if over a recording as the tower began to shake from the beast's violent tantrum.
"But don't be afraid. And don't forget..."
The demon thrashed again, toppling forwards slightly.
"But don't be afraid. You hold the mightiest weapon of all."
The beast caught itself before swinging backwards, it's tails dragging it back as the floor begain to swim with darkness.
"So don't forget..."
"You are the one, who will open the door."
The boy struggles with all his might before being completely engulfed by the darkness at the floor of the tower.
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"Naruto-kun! Naruto-kun!" Cried out a slightly amused Ayame as she shook her best customer slightly. Jumping up, said blond looked around. I was about eleven judging by the foggy image of the clock on the far wall. Looking up at the slowly focusing image of Ichiraku Ayame, Naruto blinkd. Had it all been just a dream? It felt so real! The images flashed back to him, and, finding his voice he spoke up.
"Ayame-neechan, it was amazing! I was on these weird tower things, I mean, at first I thought I'd gotten kidnnapped again and dragged off to another warehouse, but instaid I was ontop of this really big pillar thing, and I faced off against a demon lord, but then I got swallowed up and-itai!" He cried out as a hand knocked into the side of his head, rousing him from his musings.
"Naruto-san! You ordered twenty bowls of ramen, ate them all in five minutes, and passed out! You've been sitting here for over an hour!" Cried out Ichiraku Teuchi, adjusting his small white hat that covered his slowly balding head as he looked upon Naruto with narrow eyes. "You're my best customer, there's no arguing that, But it seems that you also scare off the rest of my customers when you fall asleep at the counter!" He said, in what could be taken as an irratable tone by anyone else, but was obvoiusly a humorous one to the other two present.
Giggling, Ayame spoke up as naruto rubbed his aching head. "Ne, Naruto-san, aren't the genin tests today?" She asked gently, while arching her brow "They start in just a few minutes don't they?"
Forgetting his pain for the moment, and glancing up at the clock with sharper vision, he noticed that she was right. He had five minutes to make it the several blocks to the academy before he was failed.
Pulling out his toad-shaped wallet, a sight that always got Ayame into corouses of giggles because of 'how cute' it was, he dropped the bills on the table as he leapt from the stool, returning the wallet to his pouch as his fingers brushed against the sturdy packaging of his cup ramen, freezing slightly he made it off as forgetting he had packed some for lunch today or something, before yelling his thanks and a note of 'keep the change' to the man behind the counter as he leapt twords the acadamy via the rooftops.
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AN - Alright, who can tell me who naruto saw on each of the stained glass platforms? Ne? Ne? Anyways, what did you all think of the oh-so anti-climactic fight between naruto and the 'minor' kyuubi.(kyuubi will be making an appearnce later, and he will be much stronger btw) So, read(past tense) and review please!
Next chapter - To the loser go the spoils...
Plot - Konohagakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Leaves, is home to a many number of residents. One of whom causes trouble on a daily basis. That person, is Uzumaki Naruto. However, when a strange meteor shower catches the village in awe, that boy witll discover he is the only chance his world has to survive being swallowed by darkness.
Disclaimer - I do not, in any way, own Naruto or Kingdom Hearts, nor any of their characters. I do however, own certain variations of Heartless that may be contained within, although not the Heartless in general.
Link to FF version - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4301449/1/
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Naruto - A Destined Heart
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Chapter 1 - Awakening
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A young boy, no older than twelve or thirteen, lay, facedown, on the ground, seemingly asleep. Slowly, as conciousness returned to him, he raised his head and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Yawning, he slowly opened them to reveal the crystaline blue coloring below them. Adjusting the goggles that rest atop his head slightly as he surveyed his surroundings, he took in one fact.
This was not where he had fallen asleep.
Leaping to his feet in an instant, he looked around quickly, his eyes flicking from place to place around the darkness at teh edge of the platform he stood atop. Sensing none of the ominous feelings that usually fortold of danger, nor the presence of malicious intent that followed him around, he let himself relax, glancing down at the floor below him.
He was standing atop what appeared to be a stained glass window of sorts, although he couldn't see it exactly, he could tell that it was of a young girl, very young by the looks of it, with dark hair and deep, lavander eyes. She was facing away from him at an angle, so he could not see her full face, but she was wearing a black kimono with silver cuffs and obi, and she was holding a blossoming lotus in her cupped hands. Around her in smaller circles were faces he didn't recognise, but they all had those same, lavander eyes. The top circle however, he did recognise...vaguely. She looked much like what he could see of the young girl at the center, but had shorter, lighter hair, and was smiling warmly from what he could tell.
It was then a loud, ecchoing voice boomed from the nothingness at the edges of the lighted platform, drawing the young boy out of his trance and back to reality.
"So much to do, so little time... Take your time. Don't be afraid. The door is still shut. Now, step forwards. Can you do it?"
To say the boy was puzzled would be an understatement. His confusion, and suspicion, grew as a beam of light flew shown from the nothingness above, and landed directly at the center of the large platform. The boy merely looked aroud suspiciously, stepping back twords the edge of the platform and getting ready to jump, if it meant he could escape the possibility of being harmed...that light could be a trap, or-
"Do not be afraid, young shinobi. You shall not be harmed, no. No one will trick you here, there is no trap, and you cannot be lured out when you are not hidden."
The young blond was even more surprised now. This voice had apparently read his thoughts down to the letter, and it began to scare him more. Taking cautious steps, he moved forwards into the light, it reflecting slightly off his florange jacket and trousers, making him glow slightly. Suddenly, four small platforms rasied from the surface of the larger one he stood on, atop each floated a sheild, a staff, and a katana. The voice spoke again as the boy jumped back, knowing it would be a trap of some sort.
"Do not worry, young hero. If you give it form... it will give you strength. Choose well."
Not bothering to ask what the voice meant, the boy stepped forwards, twords the shining katana that had caught his eye to his left. His focus, however, was quckly drawn away from it, and instaid, to the large, leaf imprinted shield that had floated harmlessly behind him. Stepping quickly up to the platform, he hesitantly took the shield, and the light surrounding it intensified as he held it. Again, the voice spoke.
"The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?"
A quick nod of the head was the only reply the boy gave, as, the shield vanished from his arm, shimmering dust falling to the ground as he looked out upon the other pedistals.
"Your path is set, now, what will you give up in exchange?"
His eyes were drawn now to the staff, simple in it's elegance. Polished wood coated at the center in bandages for grip, it glowed with some sort of mystical energy, radiating from the shimmering and swirling sappire atop it. Moving off the platform on which he stood, he moved twords it, standing atop it as well, he took the staff lightly.
"The power of the mystic. Inner Strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you wish to give up?"
The boy lulled it over in his head, before setting the staff down and jumping off the platform lightly, moving twords the shining katana that had caught his eye before, he stepped onto the platform and claimed it, the voice booming yet again, sounding slightly impatiant if anything else.
"The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you wish to give up?"
Nodding quickly, the sword also dissapeared, leaving the boy looking around the darkness as the staff also dissapeared. The voice spoke once more.
"You've chosen the power of the guardian. You've given up the power of the warrior. Is this the form you chose?"
The boy nodded once more, before the platform he was standing on shifted jaggedly, falling downwards as the floor fell out beneath him.
When he awoke again, he found himself laying, face down again, on the image of a girl, just like before. This girl however, had brown hair, flowing free in some kind of wind, her bangs hanging over dark chocolate eyes. She wore a pink Kimono, with yellow and red cuffs and obi, and while the previous had been holding a lotus, this girl carried a glowing red rose, covered in needle sharp thorns that reminded him of kunai knives. Around the edges, where pictures of people had been on the previous platform, now rested images of all sorts of weapons, from kunai and halberds, to knunchaku and bo-staves.
The leaf-imprinted shield returned to the boy's hand as the billowing voice spoke again.
"You have gained the power to fight."
Blinking, the boy swung the shield, with little resistance as the material seemed weightless.
"All right! You've got it. Use this power to protect yourself and others."
All around the boy, dark spots began to form upon the platform without him realising as he continued to marvel at the weightlessness of the sheld in his hand. It was only when the voice boomed again, drawing him from his trance as that smaller voice in the back of his head alerted him to danger.
"There will be times when you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong"
Creatures rose from the dark spots, insect-like in their appearance. Completely black with glowing yellow eyes, the boy could see the antenna jutting from their heads and curling into menacing spirals, along with the slightly dripping claws of the creatures' front legs. They twitched as they moved, prepairing to leap at the boy as he swung out with the shield, catching one in the face and casting it back into oblivion. One managed to catch him by surprise, and lashed out with a clawed talon to catch him on the shoulder of his right arm, his shield being held in his left however, meant he could swing around into a counter attack and cleave the being in two with the pointed lower edge of the shield. It dissapeared as he hissed in pain from the searing wound on his shoulder.
Fending off the rest of the small beasts however, was realatively easy. Being trained as a shinobi had done the boy wonders as he carefully, albeit akwardly, flipped over one and bashed the shield into it's face. Two more remained as he charged, and kicked one straight into the other, sending them bolth exploding into nothingness. More dark spots began to form around him however, adn the voice boomed again.
"Watch out! Behind you!"
Leaping into action, the boy sprung and attacked the newcomers with as much vigor as he did the last, but still earned another slash across his cheek along one of the whisker-like marks that rested there, while another had cracked the goggles he wore. Panting slightly at the end of the battle, he rests once the onslaught of creatures stops, the shield having dissapeared again as he looked around, a shimmering, transclucent door appearing in his field of vision.
Blinking at this startling appearance, he regained his breath and stood, walking twords it and trying to touch it, only for his hand to slip through the handle as a dull thud meets his ears from behind him , turning to look he sees a large crate with a star printed on the side sitting where he had been sitting only moments ago. Gulping slightly at how very creepy this was all turning out to be, he moves tords it, blinking as something in his mind urges him to smash it. Pulling back a fist, he feels the gentle, weightless feel of the sheild's grip in his hand as he swings it twords the box, chipping it and swinging again, the box shatters into thousands of pieces, rewarding him with a bowl of instant ramen, which he quickly stowed in the rather large pack at his waist. A barrel soon appeared, and, after removing it from the picture, he turned to see light shine upon the door, which is now solid.
Blinking in surprise, he steps forwardstouching the door as it swings forwards, revealing a blinding light that obscures his entire field of vision. As the light grows more intense, he can hear the voice again.
"Hold on. The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself."
When the light fades, he blinks the stars out of his eyes and looks around to see himself standing in a classroom from the academy. Three figures stand at different portions of the room, turning to look, he sees they are all farmiliar.
The first one he knew well, the silver hair and calm face of Mizuki meeting him and making him shiver slightly in his blue sandals. Walking to meet his sensei, the boy went to speak up, before being cut off rudely by the chilling teacher, who asked a question.
"What are you afraid of?"
Mulling it over in his mind, the boy quickly decides on something, although he dosn't say a word, Mizuki tilts his head and speaks quietly.
"Is being indecicive really so scary?"
Mizuki turned to his right, follwing his gaze the blond looks to see another farmiliar face. The greying, yet tanned skin, wrinkles, and robe and hat combination of the Third Hokage, has an inviting look upon his face. Turning to look back at Mizuki, the boy finds that he is no longer looking at him. Deciding it is best to leave his sensei alone, he walks to the old man, attempting to greet him but is again cut off with a question.
"What is most important to you?" Asked the old hokage's gruff, yet kind voice.
Again, the boy turned it over in his mind. Looking up as he decided on something, the aged Hokage answered for him, just as Mizuki had.
"Is friendship such a big deal?"
The elderly shinobi turned to look to his right, the blond's eyes also following as they fall on the sight of another person in his life, with brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and a scar across his nose between his chocolate eyes, was his sensei, Iruka. Running to see him, he sees the care-free look on his sensei's face, and goes to open his mouth, only for Iruka to cut him off like the first two, asking a queston like them.
"What do you want out of life?"
This question took less than a second, getting ready to let the answer burst from his throat, Iruka simply stated,
"Is being number one such a big deal?"
Feeling slightly downtrodden at Iruka's responce, he heard the loud voice, which was seeming to stalk him. Glaring as it spoke up, the boy couldnt, however, shake the fact that he had heard that voice a long time ago...
"You're afraid of being indecicive. You want friendship. You want to be number one. Your adventure begins in the dead of night. Your road won't be easy, but a rising sun awaits your journy's end. The day you will open the door is bolth far off and very near."
Nodding quietly, light suddenly engulfed the room, blinding him again before revealing him to be standing on yet another platform. This one having a blond girl with short, blond hair like his own. She was layed back on what appeared to be a tan bed, laying in a beautifully decoreated violet kimiono with a red obi. Cupped in her hands just over her navel, was a desert flower of some sort. The peaceful, sleeping expresson on her face however, was contrasted greatly by the twining tendrils of what appeared to be sand coiling around the frame of the platform, cracking and splintering all but three circles, one which held what appeared to be a boy with a cat-shaped hood and face paint, another with a fan displaying three smaller circles, and the last with the image of a boy turned from her, holding his face with curled fingers.
A light shone at the center of this platform. Moving twords it, the boy stepped under it's refreshing beam before feeling an imence sence of calm take over him. Looking at his wounds, he noticed they had healed in record time, and feeling his goggles, he noticed they had also been repaired somehow. Shrugging it off to be some sort of genjutsu, the boy noticed glowing steps appear from one side of the platform, and, moving twords them, he watched as they revealed a path to a much higher, brightly lit towered platform, a shimmering golden light hanging above it.
Running as fast as he could up the steps, the boy failed to notice the dissapearing act the steps behind him were preforming, fading back into the nothing from whence they came. Reaching the top, the boy stepped into this new tower of light, but no warmth accompanied it. The voiced boomed again.
"The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes..."
Turning to look behind him, the boy sees the image of his shadow, accompanied by nine, flowing tails. Shocked, he takes a step back and as he dose, the shadow raises itself from the ground, it's face long, and narrow, with long ears as it molds into the cunning figure of the Kyuubi Kitsune no Yoko, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox that nearly destroyed Konoha nearly thirteen years ago...
"But don't be afraid. You hold the mightiest weapon of all."
Turning to run, the boy stumbles as he sees that his pathway to the previous platform has dissapeared, the bright light shimmering off in the distance, far too far for even a shinobi to jump in one go. Turning to face the demon before him, the boy hardened his resolve, knowing what he must do, before rushing the mighty beast, shield in hand as it swung one of it's mighty tails twords him.
Leaping over the tail and rolling under another one, the boy jumped forwards and slammed his shield into the toe of one of the beasts's large front paws, right at the base of it's mighty talon. Crying out in pain, the beast lunged at him with open jaws, determined to devour him in one bite.
But it would not be so, jumping to the side, just in time, the boy manged to escape disaster as the beast crashed into the remarkably strong surface of the platform below, stunning it slightly as he ran forwards, swinging the shield's sharp lower edge into the eyelids of the great beast, gouging into the soft material that lay below and earning another howl from the beast as it thrashed, half blind and in excruciating pain, with all nine of it's mighty tails.
Sticking close to it's body, the boy waited for his chance and swung at the beast's foreleg, tearing a shallow gouge through the reddish fur and into the beast's hide, causing it to yelp and lunge at him again, only for him to roll out of the way and have it crash, with twice the previous force from anger and pain, into the platform, nearly knocking the great demon lord unconcious. The orange-clad shinobi-to-be threw the shield, with all his might, at the beast's eye, hitting it dead center and causing the beast to thrash about even more viciously, wall the while the voice begain to speak again, scratchy as if over a recording as the tower began to shake from the beast's violent tantrum.
"But don't be afraid. And don't forget..."
The demon thrashed again, toppling forwards slightly.
"But don't be afraid. You hold the mightiest weapon of all."
The beast caught itself before swinging backwards, it's tails dragging it back as the floor begain to swim with darkness.
"So don't forget..."
"You are the one, who will open the door."
The boy struggles with all his might before being completely engulfed by the darkness at the floor of the tower.
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"Naruto-kun! Naruto-kun!" Cried out a slightly amused Ayame as she shook her best customer slightly. Jumping up, said blond looked around. I was about eleven judging by the foggy image of the clock on the far wall. Looking up at the slowly focusing image of Ichiraku Ayame, Naruto blinkd. Had it all been just a dream? It felt so real! The images flashed back to him, and, finding his voice he spoke up.
"Ayame-neechan, it was amazing! I was on these weird tower things, I mean, at first I thought I'd gotten kidnnapped again and dragged off to another warehouse, but instaid I was ontop of this really big pillar thing, and I faced off against a demon lord, but then I got swallowed up and-itai!" He cried out as a hand knocked into the side of his head, rousing him from his musings.
"Naruto-san! You ordered twenty bowls of ramen, ate them all in five minutes, and passed out! You've been sitting here for over an hour!" Cried out Ichiraku Teuchi, adjusting his small white hat that covered his slowly balding head as he looked upon Naruto with narrow eyes. "You're my best customer, there's no arguing that, But it seems that you also scare off the rest of my customers when you fall asleep at the counter!" He said, in what could be taken as an irratable tone by anyone else, but was obvoiusly a humorous one to the other two present.
Giggling, Ayame spoke up as naruto rubbed his aching head. "Ne, Naruto-san, aren't the genin tests today?" She asked gently, while arching her brow "They start in just a few minutes don't they?"
Forgetting his pain for the moment, and glancing up at the clock with sharper vision, he noticed that she was right. He had five minutes to make it the several blocks to the academy before he was failed.
Pulling out his toad-shaped wallet, a sight that always got Ayame into corouses of giggles because of 'how cute' it was, he dropped the bills on the table as he leapt from the stool, returning the wallet to his pouch as his fingers brushed against the sturdy packaging of his cup ramen, freezing slightly he made it off as forgetting he had packed some for lunch today or something, before yelling his thanks and a note of 'keep the change' to the man behind the counter as he leapt twords the acadamy via the rooftops.
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AN - Alright, who can tell me who naruto saw on each of the stained glass platforms? Ne? Ne? Anyways, what did you all think of the oh-so anti-climactic fight between naruto and the 'minor' kyuubi.(kyuubi will be making an appearnce later, and he will be much stronger btw) So, read(past tense) and review please!
Next chapter - To the loser go the spoils...
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