D3ath Mess3nger: Hello everyone, Death Messenger here!

It's been quite a while since I've posted my first fic. I'm surprised and pleased so many people liked it. They even asked for a sequel! Believe me, those were huge boosters for my self-esteem and I thank you all who reviewed and faved both this story and little old me.

Now let's get down to business: This is a Naruto X Game of Thrones crossover. I've decided writing this because I don't see many good Naruto X Game of Thrones fics out there. This won't be a one shot, or a short fic. This is going to be, hopefully, a very long and elaborate story, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as you enjoyed Crossing Names, if not more. This fic will also have Arya as one of the main characters. As for the newcomers, I hope you all enjoy it and please check my first fic, "Crossing Names", it's a Supernatural X Game of Thrones crossover, your support is appreciated, thank you!

Now, the other reasons I decided to write this? Naruto, frankly, is a freaking disappointment to me. When I was 12 years old and I started watching it, I liked Naruto a lot! It was a good story, with a great plot, lots of potential, lots of interesting characters, a whole world to explore.

But then, after Shippuden, it started going to shit. If I start ranting on the reasons, this post might as well be called "Why I Hate Naruto" instead of the fic. People who have their heads straight, who like stories where the writer isn't some pretentious douchebag shoving his poorly-conceived morality and impromptu plot and derails good characters will understand. I won't even start on the ending, which I didn't even need to read to tell it was rushed, clichéd and completely nonsensical.

So how does someone fix a good story that was turned shit by its shitty author? One takes a great story from a great writer and makes an amazing crossover. Or at least tries to. XP

A friend of mine, and also a great fanfic writer, described Naruto as a great story from which to make fanfics, because it can always be improved upon. Well, that's more or less what he said. Here's the whole quote:

"KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Seriously, how fucked up can this story become?! Shit, I don't even know where to start… Okay, I could overlook that the character that has the story named after him is doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to further the plot. Think about it, all he ever does is yell and scream how he's gonna protect everyone and how he's gonna become Hokage and how he's gonna save Sasuke, all the while throwing Rasengans left and right. (Did I overlook anything?) But still, that's okay. Why is that okay? I'll tell you. You see, Naruto's universe is actually very good for a fanfic writer. Yeah, no plot whatsoever, a simple character, who can be turned in almost anything, demons, jutsus, girls with huge breasts… not many of those, but still. It's actually perfect if you think about it. A whole created universe for you to use and create everything you wish. A real paradise for a writer. And if you don't believe what I said, just try to write a Code Geass fanfic with a good plot. No, I'm not saying it is impossible, but I think it's impossible to make the plot better than the original one!"

(In case you're wondering, the writer is Darthemius, and he has three amazing Naruto fics. Be sure to check them out).

This chapter is a prologue, but the first chapter will be coming up soon. All ASOIAF books have an appetizer before the real first chapter.

P.S: While the Band of Pariah is listed as a Game of Thrones crossover, it will include elements from the books. I love the series, but it's missing a lot of good things. Seriously, if I ever find out who said they should cut Tysha's revelation from the last episode, I'm going to take him and his friends and serve him on a feast for White Walkers and Berserk's Apostles!

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or Naruto. If I did, Naruto would be a Badass, Sasuke would be able to kill his brother without any "Revenge is Baaaaad" bitching and Sakura would either be useful or non-existent. Also, I would be very rich, and probably not live in this hellhole called Brazil.

Prologue: Old Leaf

"Are these the last of today's reports?" Hiruzen Sarutobi asked tiredly, rifling the small stack of papers on his desk. For once, it was just a handful instead of the mountain it usually was. The secretary answered with a sympathetic smile "Yes, Lord Hokage. No more missions today, everyone's getting ready for the festival."

Sarutobi nodded and gave a little smile "Then you may leave as well, my dear. I'm sure you're looking forward to your date."

The blonde woman smiled and bowed her head "Thank you, Lord Hokage!", before running off.

It was a sad day for Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Today was the 15th Kyubi Festival, and already everyone was preparing for a night long celebration. Children ran happily around the streets, their parents shopping and/or helping with putting up banners and lanterns around. Shopkeepers, selling food and masks in all streets, especially in front of the Hokage Tower. Ninjas in their patrol duties, looking forward to the big feast in a few hours.

What all they forgot, too happily in Sarutobi's opinion, was that this day was also someone's birthday. Someone who hadn't been seen in the village for 11 years.

That someone was Naruto Uzumaki. The last heir of the Namikaze and Uzumaki Clans, son of Minato Namikaze, the Yellow Flash and Fourth Hokage, his successor sadly turned predecessor, and Kushina Uzumaki, the Blood Storm of Konoha. And the host of the Nine Tailed Fox. Though few knew those facts. Even Naruto knew nothing of it.

Naruto's parents died when he was born. Sarutobi still couldn't understand the full chain of events, but on that night, his wife and mother of his sons, Biwako, died while helping Kushina give birth to Naruto. The Nine-Tailed Fox, the most powerful and evil of the Tailed Beasts, had been set free from its host, and wreaked havoc and mayhem upon a great part of the village. Thousands had died, Ninja and civilians both, of all ages. Even as Sarutobi jumped on the field to help his subjects and countrymen, too many suffered and died. Minato, for some reason, took some time to fight back the Fox, and was forced to use the Death God's Seal to imprison the demon in a new host: His own son. But in the process, both he and Kushina died, leaving Naruto orphaned...

And Sarutobi without any answers. His wife, when they found her body and of her Med-Nin apprentices, had no marks of Kyubi's rage, but of a Ninja's weapons. Both Kushina and Minato's bodies bore the signs of battle, beyond the demon's killing blow that impaled them both at the same time. The truth of the matter died with them. But clearly, there was a third party involved.

But few even thought about the suspicious chain of events, especially since few were even aware of Kushina's relationship with Minato. Most of the council believed Naruto to be a fatherless son, despite the boy's uncanny resemblance to his father even at birth. They were either stupidly, irrationally denying reality… or being quietly intimated into ignoring it. Sarutobi could never figure out.

Sarutobi thought it wise to keep Naruto's true parentage and nature hidden, to give him the chance of a normal life, free of pressure and anxiety. He bore both a great burden, in the form of Kyubi, and an enormous responsibility. Not only was he Minato's son, but he was the last of Kushina's clan, the Uzumaki, the most ancient and trustworthy allies of Konoha. However, while Sarutobi could settle down rumors of Naruto's heritage, he could do little for Kyubi. People knew what taking down a Tailed Fox entailed. He had to tell the council the truth, and the fools obviously not just called for the boy's death, but made his status public.

Fear and sorrow poisoned the minds and hearts of his countrymen. They stopped thinking rationally, believing the boy to be the Fox reincarnated, or simply deeming him too dangerous to live. Sarutobi had always suspected just who played his part in spreading the truth of Naruto's Jinchuriki status. If he could not have the boy as his weapon, he would force Sarutobi to endure the boy's suffering quietly. Naruto grew up lonely, being feared or hated by everyone. Parents forbid children from being near him, he was thrown out of shops, and every once in a while some foolish villager attempted to chase and hurt him. Of course, the Ninjas were given explicit orders to stop physical harm upon Naruto, so most of these attempts were stopped. Of course, many Ninjas also held grudges, but stopped from causing harm for they knew the sentence was death or Ibiki Morino's gentle care. In time, Naruto became a prankster, both to gain attention as well as strike back at his abusers.

Then 10 years ago, Naruto vanished. Soon after the Uchiha Massacre, at that, when the village was under heavy guard and surveillance! At first, Sarutobi had worried Naruto ran away, tired of abuse and hatred and neglect by the villagers. However, the ANBU inspected his house and found Naruto had left all his possessions behind, even the toad money pouch and googles Sarutobi bought for him on his birthday. It was a broken vase, chair and a broken, bloodied fingernail on the window wall by the window, however, that made it clear Naruto had been kidnapped. The man must have tried to kidnap Naruto quietly, but the boy resisted, throwing objects at the man and trying to hold on as the man grabbed and dragged him out of the house, breaking one of Naruto's fingernails in the process.

Sarutobi searched tirelessly for him. He had called his apprentice Jiraya to use his network of spies, put Kakashi and his most trustworthy ANBU to search the country and beyond. Even the clan heads were asked to join in the search. Sadly, none were able to find him. Sarutobi had the Inuzuka track his scent from his clothes, the Hyuga to search every corner of the Konoha's territory with their special eyes, the Nara to build a think group to consider possible scenarios and causes. He even had the Yamanaka and Ibiki round up civilians known for hating Naruto and question them, but they knew nothing. He was then forced to stop from greater efforts by the Council. The worst part was that they actually presented sound arguments: If Naruto's disappearance became public to the other nations, Konoha's credibility would decrease. All great Ninja Villages had their own Demon Hosts, and losing one for whatever reason was considered a sign of weakness and incompetence, earned as it may be. Also, he could not hinder Konoha's economy and security by having so many of his Ninjas search for a single child.

Of course, that didn't stop Sarutobi and others from keeping the search, but the trail remained cold. Sarutobi had asked even for the Fire Daimyo's aid, but nothing changed. Naruto had not just disappeared from Konoha, but from the Land of Fire as a whole.

His initial fear was that Orochimaru had come and captured or, worse yet, persuaded Naruto to go with him. Orochimaru's desire for immortality and power knew no bounds, and using the poor boy for this profane goal wasn't beyond him. He had used his own apprentice, Anko, to further his experiments. What was the life of a boy, son of the man who took away Orochimaru's dreams of becoming Hokage? Sarutobi didn't know which possibility he loathed, feared and grieved most: That Orochimaru had taken Naruto and killed him… or turned him into his lackey. Like Naruto, Orochimaru wasn't entirely loved in his youth by the village, the result of being born with his unnatural looks and having no Ninja Clan of his own to explain such anomaly. His was the wits of a sharp and silver-tongued snake, and he wouldn't find it hard to manipulate Naruto, whose lack of family and friends and attention-seeking personality would make him gullible and sensitive. Sarutobi had tried his best to balance his duty to the village and his careful watch over Naruto, but it hadn't been enough.

His secondary fear was that he had been killed. But his hope lay in the fact that, if Naruto had been killed, the Kyubi would've freed himself, and all would hear of the destruction. Tailed Beasts had a hard time keeping to the shadows, given how they were mad monsters whose primary instinct was eat the nearest human settlements. If Naruto was killed, Kyubi would be released instantaneously, kill all present and go berserk. Wherever Naruto was, he was alive still, though perhaps wishing otherwise. Sarutobi had his share of nightmares, of his late successor's child chained in darkness and crying out to him while bleeding…

His third fear was of his colleagues. Many in the Civilian Council, and the Ninja Council, had wanted Naruto dead, or turned into a weapon without any will of his own. But there was little he could do to confirm these fears. He hated to admit it, but his former teammates had outdone him when it came to political games. He at least knew Koharu and Homura wanted the boy found, but didn't particularly care about his well-being, only about the fox.

Many suggested Itachi was the kidnapper, but Sarutobi knew it wasn't him, even as he couldn't explain why.

There had been rumors of a blonde child with whisker-marks on his face being seen by the eastern coast docks, but nothing had ever been confirmed.

And to this day, the mystery remained. Today, Naruto would be 15 years old. Nobody remembered. Nobody cared. And nobody knew if he was even alive to commemorate his own birthday.

The honor of the Hokage's Hat was also a burden to bear. In his heart, Sarutobi wanted nothing more than to remain in his office, go home to pass some time with his son and grandson, even visit the former Hokages in their resting places, to kneel before Minato's grave and beg his forgiveness. But being the village's leader meant he had to keep appearances. Smile and cheer and laugh and party along with his people, even as he wanted to do the exact opposite.

Sighing, Sarutobi rose from his chair to his old feet. No use sitting around, moping about things.

Suddenly, he heard a tapping, like a gentle rapping. He came to the door and opened it up, but there was no one there. The tapping began anew, and he turned to its source: The window.

Sarutobi reached for the handle and pulled.

A large, black bird came flying and cawing, surprising the old ninja. It flew around the room, before settling at the table, the portrait of Minato looming behind it.

Gulping, Sarutobi stared at the bird, sweat running down his forehead, and quickly realized it was a raven. On its leg, a letter was wrapped. It stood there, quietly, waiting for him to pick it up.

'This bodes ill…' Sarutobi thought to himself. Ravens and crows were always a bad omen. Sarutobi had received letters from ravens before. Pulling the string and taking the letter in his hands, he looked at the wax seal. It was red, and had the sigil of a fox with nine tails. Not the kind of paper or seal he used…

It was written in Japanese and readable, but it was clear whoever had written it hadn't had much practice with it.

Hello, Old Man.

You'll probably think this a joke, but it is me.

If you were wondering about my whereabouts, I assure you I'm not dead. Not for the lack of trying of many others. I was sent to a faraway continent in a slave galley, across the Great Ocean, They call it Sunset Sea here. A land called Westeros.

Much has happened. I now return to reclaim what is rightfully mine. I don't know what part you played in my kidnapping, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of doubt, and the right to speak for yourself. I have learned much, and I have questions for you.

I will arrive soon. If, upon my arrival, I am greeted with swords, I will know the truth.

And I will find you.

Lord Naruto of House Uzumaki, Lord of Uzushiogakure.

The clock ticked by, as Sarutobi dared not even to breathe. His eyes read the letter over and over, until he confirmed it wasn't some Genjutsu or even a prank.

Mixed feelings raged inside Sarutobi. First was joy. Naruto was alive! But then joy gave path to confusion, surprise and shock. Somehow, he had learned his heritage, at least his mother's side of it. The fact the seal had Kyubi on it made clear he also knew of Kyubi and his nature as a Jinchuriki.

And finally, a certain amount of dread. The tone of the letter was too formal and not-so vaguely menacing.

I will know the truth. And I will find you.

That certainly didn't sound like Naruto Uzumaki he knew. It was not the words of a cheerful, laidback child. No…

Those were the words of a warrior.

Sarutobi looked out the window and wondered what was to come.

He was getting to old for this.

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CLIFFHANGER!

Not to worry. Chapter 1 will be coming soon, and Naruto will be in it, along with some of your favorite ASOIAF characters. Who is the Band of Pariah?