This is a Naruto/John Carter Crossover Fan Fiction Story Only.

For those that want Naruto to be a homicidal maniac, I would highly suggest you look at other stories cause you will only hate this one. You have been warned.

Through the many years, I lived something always felt odd, as the Four Shinobi World War came to end, my life was never quite the same again, well let's face it, for a few hundred years I was pretty much alone, and after a few years, people began to appear. Not the most sociable but at the very least they were like the people I remembered back in my childhood.

This might come to you as a shock but my people could use an energy that apparently nobody else can use anymore, even me. My people followed a much different way of life. We called ourselves Shinobi, but most people just called us Ninjas. The strange energy I mentioned before was something we made from within ourselves it was by fusing mental and physical energy together it was called Chakra.

We could do all manner of now unbelievable things, we could manipulate the elements, make tangible copies of ourselves, walk on any surface we needed, even water, and heal any injury faster than you could blink, but that all came to an end when a maniac decided that since he had really special eyes he deserved to rule the world.

He tried to use nine beings who were actually had no body and were made completely from the energy of nature, I and my fellow Ninja didn't like that idea and so we ended up fighting for our freedom or else we would be made his sock puppets for all eternity, that is how he wanted to gain control of the world, brainwash the entire world to live for him, and only for him.

The battle ended and most of the people I called friends died, who am I kidding, everyone but me ended up dying at the end of the war, I was the last ninja alive, but something strange happened to me, I could no longer use my techniques anymore, sure I was as strong as ever, and getting stronger but I could no longer use Chakra like I could.

It took me awhile to get used to the fact that I could no longer use my Wind Jutsu Arsenal, or how difficult life would be without my shadow clones, but there are two things that I knew I didn't have before whatever happened to me, first I was not aging anymore, I was twenty-one at the end of the war, and after hundreds or even thousands of years I still look the same.

The second thing is no matter how much someone or something actually tried to harm me, I simply healed faster than they could harm me, I was free of injuries and sickness, in truth it actually was a good thing, since my new neighbors seemed to resolve everything by beating each other with a wooden mace.

I guess it was true after all, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I was never considered someone that you would call brilliant, nothing like a Nara anyways, but my new neighbors were even dumber than I was, the first time they saw lightning hit a dry tree was hilarious, they looked at it like it was something divine.

Now I don't mean to say that I couldn't get along with them at all, just not all of them. I tried my best to teach them as much as I could, but their lack of understanding was made that almost impossible, second thing I never figured was why is it that I seem to have a thing for women who have red hair.

In time one of the women in the tribe as I called it became sort of my wife, I would say sort of because unlike the others in my tribe I actually tried to be nice to her, be gentle and caring, and didn't force myself on her like the other men in the tribe did with the women that lived with them. I had a few dozen kids with her and I got to say my life was pretty good, except that she did age, and so did my kids.

Nothing kills romantic feelings faster it seems that to look at yourself, seeing how she slowly became older and older, and she at first disliking the fact that I remained the same and she was growing older, and then she outright hating my guts for it.

I moved from tribe to tribe, and the cycle would repeat all over again, I lost count how many times I saw the beautiful woman who once called me the love of her life, turns into this bitter old woman who hated me like nothing else in her life, my kids growing up, growing old and dying.

My descendants ignorant of the fact that I was even there, I came to believe that like my first kids, they too came to believe that if they ignored me I would simply cease to exist, who knew my own children would treat me like the people in my home village did while I was growing up.

My descendants having the ability to learn quickly began to gather together into communities, then kingdoms, I watched as they formed distinct cultures depending on where on the planet they were, the once large continent divided and the one thing constant was that I was still ever the same. I lived in the kingdoms my descendants made, and I had to admit I actually learned quite a few things from the different places.

Spent a few years as a slave in a place they called Egypt, I fought as a gladiator in another place they called Rome, I went to find spices with a guy named Marco, and even sailed the seas with Chris who wanted to find a better route to the spice merchants of a place he called India.

All those years I had little else to do but read, learn, and live. Thousands of years, thousands of experiences and all I could say is that in reality, I didn't know much at all, no matter how much I learned, read or studied it was simply not enough to say I knew everything. It would be quite foolish to call myself all knowing.

As I settled in the new continent I somehow end up catching the eye of some red haired beauty, and sure enough I end up married again, have a few kids and the cycle repeats all over again, after the war that was called the seven year war, because that is exactly how long it lasted, I decided that I would try to settle somewhere else, somewhere that had not as many people, and that my presence would not cause people to use me as an excuse to kill each other called the people they were jealous of witches.

In my travels in the new territories I met many tribes and learned some of their languages, some of these tribes were friendly and somewhere not, I came to settle down on a place they called Virginia, it was a nice place to live, the land was a little tough to work but all in all it was a nice place to settle down and try and survive.

If one thing I disliked about the way the people in these so called States treated each other, it was their understanding and concept of slavery. In the old days, slavery was not associated with beatings and cruel treatment, not even the Pharaoh would treat a slave poorly, he knew that he depended on them, more so that they on him.

It was a means to pay off debt, a way to buy some things that were beyond a person's ability to buy, it was temporary, and most of the times it was a beneficial arrangement for both sides, the person would be a slave for a set amount of time, and during that time that person learned a new skill or learn a new way of making a living, the period of end and he would be free to go.

Very few actually realized that the true benefit they received for their time as a slave was an education, slaves were at most, at least when I was one, treated fairly, and taken care off, like I said the owner of said slaves depended on his slaves to work his large farms, mines, or making bricks, you don't beat a person to death if you actually depend on the work of that person, it was simply not practical.

The people in the Confederate states of America, yes that is what they called their nation, I really should say our nation but the way they treated their slaves didn't make me want to do that, they bought people like they were beasts of burden, in a market, kidnapped and sold like animals. They treated them as animals, well that is not exactly true, they did enjoy sleeping with the women they bought even if they did behave like the idiot cavemen I once knew.

I took it upon myself to build a farm as far away from the others as possible, and I too bought some slaves, the difference is I knew their languages, and I treated them as slaves should be treated, as people rather than a mule, I provided them with a nice place to live, I taught them a few things, and they even managed to make quite a bit of money working on things when they were on their own.

Little by little the farm became a small community and I was happy to see that the people in that community were sociable, fair, and open minded people. That all came to an end when the War of Northern Aggression came upon us. The people on the north considered us savages and wanted to take away our property or so many people said.

A large group of states didn't like the idea and broke free from the nation and began calling themselves the Confederate States of America, I never liked how the people in my own state treated their slaves, but I never liked bullies either, I joined the Confederate Army to fight for the freedom of the people in my little community.

That group of men, women, and children were like a family to me, of course, I would once again pick up my sword and musket, to fight to defend them. My friend Powell joined me and together we fought through some of the most horrible battles I had ever seen, the battle of Gettysburg was one such a battle that only reminded me of the time I fought in the Fourth Shinobi World War.

In the end either by providence or by the twisted whims of fate, the north won, I was able to return to my home, to the community I and my so called family had made together, but the sight that greeted me was one that I would call a warm welcome. My home was burned to the ground, Cathy and my son were left burned and not even given a proper burial, left to be picked clean by vultures, the other homes fared pretty much the same way mine did.

The husbands came home to find that they had no home to return to, my friends, my neighbors, former slaves, people that I built this community with finding their lives as shattered as mine, so came to end the happy little community we built together, I realized that the real power now was money, and if I had enough money I would be able to live a more secure and happy life.

I always believed that working together, looking out for each other was the way we should live, but it turns out people had a different idea altogether, they looked at their own needs first and everyone else was left to fend for themselves. The idea of me first and to hell with everyone else, I didn't like the idea, but I guess I have to accept it, at least for now.

I heard stories from some of my tribal friends that there was a large gold deposit in a cave, but the cave was cursed, the place was said that nobody went in it and came back alive, it had this strange formation of rock at the top of it, it looked like a large spider ready to jump on prey. It was called the spider cave by some.

I was able to find myself a bit of gold and went to the local merchant to buy some supplies. I didn't like the way the people were looking at me truth be told. I walked up to the counter and looked at Jeff.

I barely set my shopping list on the counter when I heard him, "No, your cut off Uzumaki, no more. I already took every bit of money from you, no more tales of that stupid cave you hear, just get on out of here and go home!"

One of the drunks seated on the table in the back moved, or so it seemed to me. "Now no need to be disrespectful, it's the evil spider cave of gold." I heard several men walk towards me. I didn't like the way things were happening, didn't like it one bit. "Now our friend here told you to git."

I didn't turn around as one grabbed my shoulder, I told them I was not going anywhere till I finished buying my supplies. They took out their guns, idiots, you don't take out a pistol just for a threat. I beat all four of them in a second, and I pointed my knife at Jeff at the end.

"I know I owe you a hundred dollars, but I found me some gold." I threw him the appraised piece of gold to him. "Now that piece should cover my debt and then some, now the first line is beans." That is when another group came in, and quite frankly after the last group I was in no mood for another bunch of idiots.

"Naruto Uzumaki, your presence is requested at the fort, I suggest you come peacefully." I turned around and they were all wearing those blue uniforms that the very people I once called enemies wore. I turned around and looked at Jeff who was putting my supplies together in a hurry. I guess he finally got my point and so I placed my boot knife away.

"Look, kid, I will surely come to the fort, but how about you let me get my supplies first alright, better yet, why don't you be a decent youngster and help an old man with his shopping, that would be mighty decent of you."

Next thing I know someone hit me and everything went black, next thing I know someone is waking me up by throwing a bucket of water on my face. I began shaking my head and trying to dry my hear till I heard someone I knew laughing.

"I should have known it was you, no wonder these punks don't have any manners. You have a lot of nerve calling me to this Fort Powell." I got hit right in the gut with the stock of a rifle when I said that. "That is Colonel Powell to you! You should show some respect to your betters!"

That second I wish I still had my ninja techniques, I would cut that idiot into so many pieces they would be picking them for till next month. "You sure have a way to make an impression don't you Naruto, always did. As you can see I got a promotion since last we met. You really shouldn't hit my friend like that Private, he might not look it but this old man is not only one of my oldest friends, but also used to babysit me when I was still unable to walk or talk."

I looked at him and he could tell I was not entirely pleased with their treatment of my person. "Some friend you are, first you betray me by joining the enemy, then you send these punks to find me, and let me guess you idiots didn't bother to pick up my groceries did you? No, I don't imagine they did. So mind telling me why did you have these men drag me here?"

I saw him walk towards his desk, he picked up a piece of paper. "Captain Naruto Uzumaki, of the Army of Northern Virginia, Confederate States Of America, decorated twice with the southern cross for valor. Why you never made Colonel I will never figure it out. We have a situation here Naruto, we are up to our shin straps in Apaches, people are being murdered in their own homes."

"You are one of the few people I know can talk with them, so as an officer of these United States Army I am thinking of getting you to work for your country as a translator at the very best, and no one could beat you with a sword, a soldier at the very worst."

I looked at him and spit some blood on the wooden floor before looking at him. "You got two problems with that, first I ain't a soldier of your army and I never intend to be one. I don't serve an army that burned my little community, killed and left my wife and child to be picked by buzzards. You can try to deny it James, but I know the markings on the bullets these punk use."

I looked at them and then at my old friend, "I don't care what your trouble with these Apaches is, and I stopped caring about what your so called federal government wants when they used started to use their constitution as butt paper. No man shall be deprived of life, liberty or property without due process of the law. "

"Your men dragged me when I was buying groceries, so they didn't only deprive me of my liberty, but also they didn't pick up my groceries so they deprived me of my property, I don't think they meant that the due process was to tie me up like this and throw a bucket of water on my face. So mind telling me old friend why should I even consider help you and your not so honorable employers?"

I could see the man walking over to me and for a second he actually looked sorry that I was the way I was, "I wish the situation was better Naruto, I really do, but you see the situation really is desperate, tell you what, you help me find out why the Apache are so hell bent on killing our people off, and I will let you go, but not before I help you buy those groceries again, I owe you that much at the very least."

I looked at him and began to shake my head, "You owe me $250 Confederate dollars from the time we played poker too. Not that it would mean anything to these punks since that money is useless nowadays."

The next morning we headed to find ourselves some Apache, and sure enough, we had to bump into the very strong arm of the local Apache tribe. I greeted the men and asked them why they were attacking the people, not of their tribe. The response was not something to my liking.

"Naruto mind telling me what are they saying?" I looked as James and couldn't help but to shake my head at him. I had a feeling he was not going to like the answer.

"These men attacked your settlements to get revenge, it seems men from your Fort took some liberties with the women of their tribe, your soldiers brutally raped and murdered fifty-two women in ten tribe groups this month alone. They knew they would never get justice from you, so they took arms and went to get their own justice with their own hands. So tell Colonel James K. Powell how long have you known you were the head of a band of rapists?"

James looked at his men and just as he did one of them shot one of the Apaches, oh hell, that was definitely not the way to do things. I looked at James as he was shot by one of his own men and I picked him up and put him on my back as I pushed my horse to run as fast as he could away from the place. "You still think your Army is deserving of your loyalty James?"