Finally, I have finally put this idea on to paper, or at least into my computer.

If I owned Naruto, Sasuke would be dead.

If I owned D&D, 4th edition would be very different.

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It was a cloudy, rainy, late afternoon. A covered wagon was rumbling along a rough dirt road through the country. The scenery was that of farms, rocks, and dead bodies. Lots of dead bodies.

Inside the wagon, two figures could be heard arguing. One wore a black robe, covering his entire body, the other, shorter one was wearing an outfit similar to a monks, but black as night. There was another lying on the floor, drooling on their boots. The driver wore a long flowing black and green robe, two katanas at his side.

"I say that we should just blow the whole castle up. It's the only way to be sure.

"Blip thinks that we should search the castle for shiny stuff, then blow it up."

"But If we search for 'shiny stuff', we won't have time to stop the

Necromancer."

"So what. Blip just wants shiny stuff."

"Hey Lothas. Do we HAVE to take this guy?"

"Yes half-breed, we have to take the scum, and the footstool." The driver replied.

"Blip is not scum, but Blip is hungry." The shortest of them replied.

"Don't call Strum a footstool." The taller of the passengers replied.

"What are you using him as? Hmm, Animus Half-Human."

"He deserves it for getting drunk." Animus replied, gently stabbing Strum in the side with his heel.

"Blip thinks that a Dwarf getting drunk is funny." Blip said.

"Do you know what else is funny?" Strum grunted as he got up. "A Gully Dwarf being hung for talking too much. And I wasn't drunk; I just have 'hic' a speech impediment." He said as he vomited out the back "and a stomach virus." He said as he fell to the floor with a 'thunk'. "And an inner ear infection." He said as he once again drifted into sleep, the smell of Alcohol on his breath.

The road became less bumpy as they finally reached the town of the castle. The doors of the villager's houses were closed, and almost all of the windows boarded up with rotting wooden planks.

"Are we there yet?" Blip asked, "This place sure is a dump."

"And you should be talking trash-dweller." Lothas spat back, getting up, and stepping out of the wagon.

The others followed suit, with the exception of Animus, who hauled Strum out, landing him nicely on the ground headfirst.

"I sense dark power nearby." Animus said, as he took off his black robe, revealing black bracers and gloves on his arms and hands.

"That is merely the stench one smells after prolonged exposure to gutter scum." Lothas said as he pulled out his swords.

"Blip is a Gully Dwarf, not a gutter scum, gutter scum are mean, they tried to take my food once." Blip said as he pulled shuriken out of his pouch, one held between each finger.

Animus gave Strum a kick in the side, and he slowly got up. "Where are we?" He asked, as he fetched his battleaxe from the wagon.

"Fetch me my greatsword." Animus said, as he cracked his knuckles.

"Blip wonders why a wizard uses a sword." Blip said, as he picked his nose.

"And you will continue wondering until you can figure out the answer." Animus said, swinging the sword, and cleaving a tree in half.

The group walked up the dirt path to the castle, their boots now caked with mud.

They eventually reached the castle, its walls and towers looming far above their heads. Arrows rained down on them from the towers, unseen archers firing upon them.

"Step back." Animus said as he took one of his hands off his sword, and his hand started to glow red.

"Don't bother, there is probably anti-magic." Lothas said, as he stepped back.

"I don't care." Animus said back, as he let out a blast of fire from his hands, which overpowered the anti-magic, and sent the stone wall flying apart, burying part of the village.

"Yay! Fireworks!" Blip said, his eyes glowing with excitement.

They marched in to the castle, their weapons seeming to glow in the torchlight, Blip stopping whenever he saw something shiny.

As they came to a tight corridor, Lothas took the lead, followed by Strum, Blip, and Animus, single file.

As they were reaching the end, they heard a loud cackle coming from the chamber ahead.

As they quietly slipped into the chamber, they found it to be vast, ceilings reaching beyond their sight. A Stone altar took the center of the room, a man in a black robe standing over it, waving his hands, both muttering and screaming incantations.

He stopped abruptly, flicked his wrist, and guards rushed at them from the other side of the alter. The man raised his hand, a knife now held tightly, and he swung it down onto the altar, blood spurting out as they heard a boy scream.

"The sacrifice has been made." The man said. As a black portal started to open.

Weapons clanged, and blood spurted on to the granite floor and walls as battle ensued. Lothas took two of the minions down, their heads rolling onto the floor. Blip's shuriken found the necks of six of them; poison entering their bloodstream, leaving them unconscious. Strum cleaved through one of the enemy's sword with his axe, along with their skull.

Animus waded through, decapitating them with his sword, his clothes stained with blood. He reached the altar, turned, and flung the sword into the melee, pinning three enemies to the wall. He took off his gloves and bracers, dropping them to the floor, uncovering his arms. They had markings of blue, black, and gold flames up to the shoulder.

And then, they started glowing. "Fool Necromancer! Do you think that you are the only one here with power?" Animus shouted, his eyes glowing a pulsating red, his arms spread out, he started floating into the air. Energy crackled around him, the atmosphere of the room humidified by the sheer magical energy. He channeled the energy directly into the portal, sparks flying from it as it fluctuated in size and intensity.

The two wizards battled to keep control as the others tried not to be distracted from their own battles. Blue light shone from the portal, as it exploded, waves of energy rippling from that point, shattering the plane of existence, with the castle at the epicenter.

"NO!" The Necromancer could have been heard screaming, if sound could exist outside of reality.

Then the necromancer saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing, smelled nothing, and tasted nothing. He thought nothing. He only existed. Then he opened his eyes. He saw a blond boy standing over him. "Hi, I'm Uzumaki Naruto, how did you get here?"

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It's short, but it's only an introduction, the next chapter should be a lot longer.