Prologue

A different end to two eras

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic and has bounced around inside my airy cranium for months. Hope you guys like it and i will hopefully be able to update at least once a month due to uni and my job.

One Piece and Naruto are property of Eiichiro Oda and Masashi Kishimoto respectively, I merely play with their creations for my amusement. Please support the official releases.

In the east blue resides a bustling port city on the Polestar islands just out of sight of the impossible entrance to the world's strongest ocean, Reverse Mountain. This town was famous for resupplying the ships, marine and pirate alike that planning on entering the Grand Line, a city of beginnings and ends, Loguetown.

One man was about to experience both, born in this bustling port as Gol D. Roger, he set out with his crew to do conquer the world's strongest sea. His adventures became things of legend, everyone sounding impossible and yet were often the truth, having slain giants, destroyed fleets, met God and proved himself one of the strongest men in the world. The world can to know him as Gold Roger, The King of the Pirates, the most wanted man in the world but unknown to him was the fact that Gold Roger was dying. So in the last days of his life Gold Roger surrendered himself to save his crew.

So now in the blistering heat of the summer sun he was slowly marched through the crowd of onlookers to the city's main square where the newly erected execution platform was waiting to fulfil its purpose. Many rookie pirates and children that would become legends watched with confusion at the prisoner's composure, walking like a king to his coronation with a wide grin that seemed wrong for a man feared the world over.

All those present were unable to look away as he slowly walked up the stairs to his death without a care in the world, his ever-present smile never wavering even as he stood before his executioners. "Any last words?" asked the taller of the two executioners, sweat visibly dripping from his face, terrified of the man before him as well as the heat of the summer sun.

Roger slowly turned his head, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his brow, "Can you take these off?" he asked calmly, holding up his bound wrists, "It's chafing me."

"I cannot do that!"

Roger lowered his hands, "Why would I run away now?" he said, glancing at the nervous marine before sitting cross-legged between them, seeming as care free as a child relaxing in the summer sun then a man facing his death. "Well go ahead and finish it." He said, without a care on the world as the executioners readied their spears to strike at his heart.

"OI! PIRATE KING!" came a shout from the crowd, drawing everyone gaze from the doomed man above them. "What did you do with your treasure? It's somewhere in the Grand Line, isn't it? You have it don't you? The greatest treasure in the world?!"

"Insolent! Hold your tongue!" barked the taller of the two men poised to strike at Roger.

The man ignored the executioner, continuing to shout at Roger, "Your one special treasure? ONE PIECE!"

The crowd fell silent and turned when they heard the sound of laughter, seeing the Pirate King laughing despite this imminent death, "My treasure?" he began, his voice carrying over the silence crowd.

"All right! That's enough!" barked his executioners, pulling their spears back to kill the world's most wanted man.

"My wealth and treasure? If you want it, I'll let you have it! Look for it! I left it at that place!" he cried out just as the blades drove into his heart. Roger looked up one last time, his smile never-fading even as his life slipped away as the crowd cheered loudly for the beginning of the new era, an era of dreams and adventure. Unseen by the crowd who were celebrating Roger's death was a small ball of light, no larger than a pin float gently down and landed over the fallen Pirate King's heart. Slowly, as the marines came to carry him away, a trail of faint golden light drifted into the sky, going unnoticed by the departing crowd.

A single marine Vice-admiral saw the faint trail of light and smiled sadly, watching it slowly rise into the clear sky, the once brown hair greying around his temples and the deep wrinkles around his eyes, forehead and around the corner of his mouths showing his decline into old age and the end of his prime. He let out a brief laugh that caused the young marines around him to jump in surprise but dismissed it as one of the admirals many eccentricities. It seems that he has other plans for you Roger. I just hope that wherever you go you find what you're looking for, the vice-admiral thought as he turned away, to look at the dispersing crowd, knowing that in his death Roger had spite the marines as only he could, I just hope the world is ready for your legacy.


22 years later

The island of Marineford, the headquarters of the world's peacekeepers and home of Justice lay in ruin, where once a peaceful castle filled with disciplined recruits training tirelessly now lay broken with you bodies of Marines and pirates alike scattered amidst the blood and rubble created from cannon and the monstrous strength of the men assembled in the war of the best.

One of those assembled stood before the marines, a colossal man of immense strength and fortitude, his body destroyed from the numerous wounds that littered his powerful body. His guts roasted from having magma poured through a hole just beneath his heart, his face covered in blood with half of his famous crescent white moustache that earned his name. Yet despite these grievous injuries that would have long since ended most men and the last of his life ebbed away, he still stood proud, defiant and unyielding against his foes. He spoke of the last time he saw his friend and rival Gold Roger and his message to him, he looked at the coward before him and at the two men who remained of Roger's time before throwing back his head and roared, "ONE PIECE! REALLY EXISTS!" he roared in defiance for the entire world to hear. His eyes closed slowly as the last of his life left him, standing unyielding even in death.

The world's strongest man, Edward Newgate, known to most as the dreaded Yonko Whitebeard was dead and with his death a new era of chaos began where common men took to the sea with renewed hope of discovering Roger's legendary treasure. Unseen to the combatants in this war of the best was a pale light that left giant man's body, departing into the sky into a hole in the world no bigger than pinhead leaving the world of grand oceans filled with wonders and terrors that defy all sense.


Unknown location, unknown time

The world was white, long drained of the colour that may have once filled the space lit by a light with no source. A single throne stood out in the vast space, over 10 foot tall, looking like it had been grown on the sea floor over a thousand years, the aged coral shifting in colour so it was impossible to say the colour at any given time. Shells and barnacles clung to its rough surface while small fish and coruscations defying gravity as they swam around the throne or floated on an invisible current.

Two glowing spheres slowly formed before the throne, slowly taking the form of two young men, one giant a man with the body of a Titan standing over 12ft in height and made of thick slabs of solid muscle and sinew. He was dressed in loose light tan trousers tugged in high black combat boots with a regal purple sash tied around his waist and a white captain's coat that reached down to just above his ankles hung open on his shoulders, revealing his muscular arms and torso with a single viscous scar lying over where his heart. A plain black bandanna failed to contained the long wavy blonde locks that fell down to his shoulders, his pale yellow eyes showing a fierce will but also a deep kindness and compassion. His long cleanly shaven face set in a stony expression as he looked at the blank world around him until it rested on the other man half his height causing his stern face to crack into a warm smile. "Gurarara. So this is your doing you Roger?" The giant chuckled, sounding like the grinding of stone.

The man next to him grinned broadly, covering almost a third of his face. His messy black hair casting his eyes in shadows and dark stubble cast his cheerful face further in darkness. He was dress in a black shirt with the top few buttons open, revealing his toned chest beneath, under a crimson captain's coat reaching just past his knees. A dark blue sash held up his grey trousers tugged into loose brown boots. If the giant was the unmoving mountain of strength then this man was the wind, care free and wild. "Come on Whitebeard, you really think I planned this?" he asked the giant man, never losing his trademark grin, "Not that I'm complaining, I haven't felt this good in years like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders." Roger said, rolling his shoulders experimentally, satisfied with the ease and responsiveness of his body.

Whitebeard grunted, silently agreeing with his old friend and rival, he felt and looked like he did back in his prime, not long after eating the Gura-Gura Fruit. His eyes settled on the throne before him, scanning its jagged and broken surface, what is this place? He thought, his eyes following the fish darting through the air and into the coral throne before them.

"This a the world between." said a new voice, seeming to come from everywhere, both men's eyes darting around them before settling on the throne and it's occupant. A man observed them with a sly smirk, he was dressed in a light sea blue open shirt, revealing his swimmer physique underneath, navy cargo trousers and black sea boots. He reclined lazily in his throne, his long sea green hair tied back in a simple ponytail, his clothes and hair floating and moving like he was immersed under water, moving with unseen currents. "I've been waiting for some time for you, Gol D. Roger, King of Pirates and you Edward Newgate, the World's Strongest Man."

"Why? Who are you? What do you want with us?" asked the shorter of the two men, frowning only slightly as his grin vanished as he looked over the man before them, his relaxed posture and the golden trident in his right hand sending waves of sheer power greater than anything the two strongest men of the stronger sea had ever felt before.

The man smiled lazily as he regarded the two men before him, "I have many mans, Poseidon, Neptune, Earth-Splitter, Susanoo, Njord, Davy Jones… the list goes on and on." He said, producing a notebook filled with a list of names, "However you can call me Trident. As for what I want and why I have an interest in you. Well that is simple, I want to offer two of the greatest men to sail the seas a second chance." He said, letting go of the notebook which floated in space next to his head, "I want to offer you a start in a world unlike any you have ever seen or heard of in all your travels."

"That seems an offer to good to be true, what's the catch?" asked Whitebeard, narrowing his eyes at the strange man.

"Catch?" Trident asked in surprise, "It's only a catch if you are forced to make this decision, you'll get to go to this new world without any catch but…" he said, pausing as he straightened, fixing his piercing blue eyes that spoke of centuries of hard living, losing completely the lazy posture as the invisible current around him picked up. "If you want your precious people to come with you then you will listen to what I say very carefully and follow my offer to the letter."

Both men looked at each other, realising just how little choice they had. "What are your terms… Trident-san?" I asked the former pirate king slowly.

Trident smiled warmly, the currents around him calming as he lay back, "I will bring across a set number of men and woman from your world but in exchange you must agree to seek out a village in this world and join as a new clan, you will have your chance to prove yourself before you meet their leader. Only after you have set up a clan for yourselves will I send you're your friends across." He said, eyeing the two, noting their reluctance to obey any form of authority being used to the World Government that ruled their world. "And don't worry government there is nowhere near as corrupt as your World Government."

Both men looked at each other, "It doesn't seem we have much choice Roger." said the larger man of the two men in defeat.

"No it doesn't." said Roger quietly, deep in thought, "I say we agree, it makes no sense to throw away a second chance at life away from those bastards in the marines and World Nobles."

Whitebeard nodded slowly, "We agree to your offer Trident but you had better keep your word or trust me you will suffer." The now facial hair free man growled at him.

"When an immortal gives his word he is bound to keep it no matter how much he wishes to break it." He said, crossing his heart, leaving a glowing blood-red cross that lifted from his chest and formed an aged scroll, a blood contract. "Just sign with your blood and our business will be complete." He said, offering the tip of his trident to them as the contract floated toward them.

Both men reluctantly pricked their fingers on the tip and a drop of blood from each fell onto the parchment, dissolving into the paper and reforming into their signatures. "What happens now?" asked Edward Newgate, unnerved by the mischievous smile on the immortal's face.

"Now?" he chuckled, lifting his weapon above his head and drew a perfect circle in the air forming a portal over the two pirates. "Now you fight for your lives and those of the people in your new home." he said smirking before the portal dropped, swallowing the two notorious pirates into a world filled almost as strange as their own and ninja with powers almost as strange as their own.


October 10, Forest around Konoha

The usually peaceful and tranquil sea of trees surrounding Konoha, home to the ninja clans of the Land of Fire, was ablaze with crimson fires that lit the night. Konoha's ninja shot through the trees, trying with little effect to repel the source of destruction slowly marching toward their village. A giant fox with nine swaying tails roared in anger as kunai, shuriken and jutsu bounced of its body leaving little harm. A single elderly ninja dressed in a black jumpsuit with armoured mesh segments over the lower parts of his limbs and an armoured hood watched tried his best to organise the dwindling forces of Konoha's Ninja. "Sandaime-sama! Where is the Yondaime Hokage-sama?" asked a Jonin next to him, his eye forced shut from a gash across his eyes.

It was a good question, one that the elderly ninja had asked himself since the attack had begun. He worried for his successor and his young wife, knowing that for the Fox to be here that something must have gone terribly wrong. What could have happened…?

He was knocked out of his musings when a young Chunin shouted next to him and pointed into the sky above them. The elder ex-kage looked toward the area the young Chunin was indicating and his eyes widened in surprise. A small circular white area, no bigger than 2 meters across, formed in the air above them, while that was odd by most accounts the figures falling from the whitened space drew everyone's eyes, following them as they fell.

The smaller of the two figures landed lightly despite falling over 50ft from the portal, he was dressed in an odd crimson coat and loose closed toe brown boots that seemed cumbersome to the ninja around him. He turned to look at the ex-kage, revealing his carefree grin on his lightly stubble covered face topped with long messy black hair, a half open black shirt and loose grey trousers tied on with a deep blue sash beneath his odd calf length coat.

The ninja barely had time to take in this stranger before the second figure landed; shaking the earth on impact, causing many ninja to stumble and fall yet the two men remained upright. He stood twice as tall as all the men gathered, well over 12ft tall dressed in a white coat that appeared to be the same design as the first man hanging off his shoulders but unlike the smaller man he had a stony expression that spoke of a strength that could crush mountains. He wore loose tan trousers tugged into high black boots and tied off by a purple sash similar to the smaller man. He wore a bandana with no forehead protector that failed to contain his shoulder length locks but what was drawing the most looks, from men and woman alike was the slabs of solid muscle covering the giant's bare arms, neck and torso.

The ninja present quickly brought up kunai and dropped into combat stances, the ex-kage holding a giant staff that looked ridiculous held by such a slim and small man. The two strangers turned to each other and the larger indicated for the smaller to take the lead but both froze for a second before turning as one to face the demon behind them, fixing its crimson eyes on the newcomers. "So that's what the bastard was talking about…" said the shorter man, crossing his arms over his chest.

The giant grunted, looking down at his companion, "So it seems…. do you want to go first?" asked the larger man, his voice vibrating through the earth or so it seemed to the ninja around him.

"Age before beauty…," the shorter man began before pausing, a contemplative look on his cheerful features, "You know I don't know what to call you know you've lost that moon on your top lip of yours… Eddie?" asked the shorter man, completely undaunted by the killing intent directed toward them by the demon which made even the ex-kage sweat in fear.

"Whatever suits you brat, it won't stop you calling me it." said the larger man stepping forward slowly toward the Nine-tails in silent confidence, slowly picking up speed until he was running faster than most Chunin there. The shorter man's grin widened and raced off after the giant, laughing to himself as he quickly caught up with the man.

"Hizashi." said the bewildered ex-kage said as he turned to a pale eyed Jonin nearby whose normally impassive face and posture was stunned and shaken, "What did you see?"

Hizashi met the eyes of the ex-kage with a look that had not been seen in his clan in years, terror. "T-They… They are… impossible…." Was all the man could manage, unable to say the sheer power, so akin chakra and yet so much more potent that the men let off in waves as if unable to hold it all in at once. "They are…monsters…" he said and turned wide-eyed in the direction the men had run toward, the Nine-Tails.

The other ninja's followed his gaze to see two figures leap toward the beast before a giant wave of light blue energy unlike anything they had seen before collided with the Fox, causing it to roar in anger and something that no one expected, pain, rearing onto its hind legs as it cried out. Time seemed to slow for those watching as they saw something that defied all logic, the air in front of the beast's stomach was cracking, forming a glowing spider web as the cracks lengthened and thickened. The air held that shape for a split second before it shattered like glass, causing a shockwave that threw the Fox and ninja off their feet. Seconds later a second break formed in the air beneath the falling Fox and broke, throwing it through the air away from the village before a series of blue energy waves struck the mightiest of the bijuu.

The ex-kage gaped at the sight, unable to believe that two men not only injured a bijuu but also knocked it down, a feat only an army or a Kage could hope to accomplish. What are they…?

Again his thoughts were interrupted, as a giant red-orange toad wearing a blue open samurai shirt, wielding a giant tanto and smoking a giant pipe drew the beast's attention from the newcomers. A figure with golden hair could be seen briefly on the monstrous toad's back as he formed a complex series of hand seals before a blinding light filled the night, forcing the ninja there to lift up their arms before their faces to protect their eyes.

When the light faded the fox and toad had vanished along with the newcomers, leaving everyone praying that their last hope could defeat the beast.


Undisclosed chamber Konoha, 2 hours later

Sarutobi Hiruzen sat tiredly, smoking on his famous pipe as he looked at the other occupants of the room with eyes that showed his growing age. He sighed as he remembered the scene an hour earlier when the two strangers before him had reappeared after the Kyuubi vanished, the larger of the two carrying two bodies and the smaller carrying a small wrapped bundle.

Flashback

Two figures slowly marched toward Konoha where a platoon of Jonin were waiting ready behind Hiruzen, eyeing the strange newcomers warily. His eyes widened as they came closer and he saw the two wrapped bodies in the giant's arms, fearing the worst until he saw a small wriggling bundle in the shorter man's arms. He soon realised it was much worse than he feared. A small crowd began to form, consisting of ninja and civilian alike as the figures came to a stop a few feet from Hiruzen. The giant slowly knelt and gingerly lay down the bodies he was carrying, a sad look cracking his stony features.

Hiruzen slowly knelt and reached out with a trembling hand to one of the sheets covering the body closest to him and lifted it enough to see the closed eye face, topped with blonde hair that he knew so well. He looked up at the giant before him, narrowing his eyes before looking at the bundle in the second man's arms and slowly stood to see the sleeping face of a blonde hair boy with six scars along his rosy cheeks and a black seal over it's naval. A shinobi nearby saw the child and came to the same conclusion as Hiruzen, "A Jinchuurki." he whispered in fear, causing a murmur to spread through the crowd. The murmurs slowly turned from shock to hate and anger till there were calls for the boys blood.

"Kill the Kyuubi!"

"Kill the brat!"

"Kill the demon!"

"It must be destroyed!"

Hizuren turned and released his potent killing intent silencing the crowd before turning back to the newcomers and gasping at the sheer pressure they were releasing. "Kill a small, innocent child? A child who has done nothing to you?" growled the giant, standing to his full height. "What kind of monsters are you?"

A brave civilian spoke up, "He is the Kyuubi reborn! Killing him will kill the beast!" she called out, snapping the crowd into frenzy. Two Chunin darted forward with kunai drawn, ready to end the child's life, knowing little the power of the men before them. Faster than seemed physically possible for his frame the giant grabbed the first and hurled him into Konoha's walls with a sickening crack. His other hand came round in a fist as hard as stone, connecting with the Chunin's ribs before the air cracked around the giant's fist, shattering the air with a concentrated shock wave. The Chunin's torso exploded with blood as his body was torn to pieces by the earth shattering force behind the single blow, showering those gathered in a shower of body and gore.

The crowd stood speechless before more charged toward the men, Hiruzen lifted his hand to order the ninja there to stop them but was stopped by the shorter of the two strangers. He met the man's eyes and left something he had not felt in all his years as Hokage, powerless. The crowd leapt, weapons drawn as the man stepped forward slowly, lifting his head to glare at the attackers. A power exploded from the man, something far more potent than any killing intent that the ninja there had felt, greater than even that of the Kyuubi. The attackers couldn't even register this terrible aura the small man was producing as they were knocked out where they stood.

Hiruzen sweated heavily, barely able to breathe for what seemed like hours, but what could have been only a few seconds, that the presence filled the air before it vanished as quickly as it came. The two men turned to the aging ex-kage, looking him up and down, "Are you Sarutobi Hiruzen?" the giant asked, shaking the earth with his voice, the ex-kage could only nod as he stared dumbly at the two men, "We need to talk."

End Flashback

Hiruzen examined the men gathered; Jiriaya, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuuga Hiashi and the two strange men with the baby boy resting on the table in front of them. "So you say you are both from another world, a world mostly dominated by sea and where you two are among two of the most notorious pirates?" asked Hiruzen, fixing his gaze on the two strangers who nodded slowly, "And the man who sent you here said for you to prove yourself to our village enough to join us as a new clan before some of your crew and families can be brought across to this world to join you?" The two strangers nodded again, "And you did this by fighting the strongest of the Bijuu with nothing but a sword, fists and a strange powers you call Devil Fruits and Haki which is unique to your world?"

"The Gura-Gura fruit to be exact." The shorter man added.

"You were then sent with the beast to a location several miles from here where you witnessed the sealing of the Kyuubi into this boy?"

The shorter man nodded, set a pair of bloodstained scrolls on the table, "Well I don't know what you call it but that overgrown Kitsune was pulling into the weird mark on the kid's stomach after as his parents were dying. The father gave this to me to give to a man called Jiriaya and to tell him that he had better look after the kid or I'm to give this someone called Tsunade." said the shorter man, revealing a bloodstained scroll sealed with a red spiral before stowing it away again, "Someone about the first Icha Icha book." He said, causing the ninja in the room to sweatdrop and the white-haired man next to him pale, "Take it that's you?" he asked curious as to who this Tsunade was. The self-proclaimed super pervert could only nod and accepted the two scrolls of the table.

Hiruzen pushed that information aside and focussed again on the two men, "What proof do you have of these claims? Who sent you here?"

"I believe I can answer that Sandaime-san." sounded a new voice which caused the two strangers to stiffen as they turned to see a handsome man dressed in a light sea blue open shirt, doing nothing to hide the swimmer physique underneath, navy cargo trousers and black boots like the larger of the two strangers. He looked at the two dimension travellers, "Roger." He said calmly, getting a nod from the shorter man who grinned broadly.

"San-ossan" he said cheekily, getting a laugh from the newcomer.

"We were wondering when you would show up." The giant said calmly, the table shaking at the sound of his voice, causing the small child on it to squirm for a moment in his sleep before settling down again.

The newcomer smiled at the giant, "Edward." He said warmly, greeting him like an old friend, "You met your side of the bargain so I will be sending you to your new clan compound…."

At this moment Hiruzen managed to regain his composure at the sudden appearance of the newcomer, who somehow made it passed over 300 ninja's to reach them. "You presume that we will be giving them clan status." He said calmly. Now the Sandaime was not a stupid man, he hadn't survived this long by making stupid mistakes. He knew that the two men in front of him would be invaluable to the village, probably acting as great a deterrent as, if not greater than, a Jinchuurki but he still had no idea what their true goal was. "Even if we did what else would you want from us?"

Trident smiled, like he was amused at the act of a child, making the old Kage to feel like a Genin fresh out of the academy, "Oh nothing really, they just wish for the same rights as the rest of your ninja, with a large compound and for the right to some of their stronger members to deny missions."

Hiruzen frowned as he thought over the terms, "Why should we give you your last term? All ninja must do their part."

Trident nodded at the elderly kage's statement, "True but most ninja can't destroy islands with their hands and knock out armies with a burst of Conqueror's haki." Reasoned the immortal, "And if certain… individual's somehow slipped in a mission that would provoke a war with Kumo or Suna or Iwa or even Kiri, you'd break the elemental nationals when you unleashed the members of this new clan."

Hiruzen nodded, catching the meaning behind Trident's words, "Very well but it will take time to build the compound and at the moment the rebuilding efforts take priority. Also you won't become an official clan until the council agrees to the proposal." He said slowly, already dreading the mess of papaerwork that was about to fall onto his shoulders… again.

"That won't be a problem, someone one will be coming across that will take care of the compound." He said with a knowing smile as he glanced at Roger, "Oro Jackson can vouch for him." He said, causing Roger's eyes to widen and his grin to broaden, producing a scroll filled with the details of the new clan's rights and privileges as well as the ownership of a large plot of land near the edge of the city. "So do we have a deal?" the immortal said, a pen appearing seeming out of nowhere as he flicked his wrist.

Hiruzen hesitantly took the pen, reading the contract, noting the wording made it so only he could give them orders, making them out as a new force in Konoha that gave them the freedom they required but the loyalty that the village needed. He smiled when he saw it also ensured that the council had little say in what was done with the clan with the exception of breaches of the law. It was completely loophole free, something that never happened these days. He smiled, realising how much this would piss off the civilian council and Danzo, and, with no small measure of satisfaction, signed on the dotted line.

The immortal grinned, "Good choice, the rest will be at the new compound site tomorrow. Good day gentlemen." He said, bowing before he vanished, filling the room with the pleasant scent of the ocean.

So the gears were set in motion for a better destiny for Konoha and the elemental nations. Setting the foundations of a plan 5 years from being set into motion and the beginning of a second chance for those that earned it in a world as crazy as their own.

A/N: And their the Prologue. Please review as would like to know what people think and input from any readers though please try and be constructive in your criticisms. I will seriously consider any ides or couple suggestions at this stage as still planning most this out.

Ja Ne