Hello to you all! Dragon, reporting. Well, Today I decided to take on one of the most difficult projects yet! Writing a crossover between Naruto and Gorillaz! *dramatic Music* So, even though this could end in an epic failure (and likely it will), I am going to give this a shot. Please try not to murder me in the comments TOO much. Constructive criticism is always welcome though!
Now, I am POSSITIVE that I am going mad (who else would do a Gorillaz crossover with Naruto? Seriously, it is MADNESS!), so before I start talking to inanimate objects and they start answering me, let us begin this story!
P.S: I don't own Naruto or Gorillaz, or any song which I may use in the future in this Fan fiction.
Chapter 1: Portals and Music
KONG Studios, February 7, 2006
The black clouds engulfed the sky above the massive grounds of the KONG Studios Mansion, pelting the whole countryside with a barrage of raindrops and the occasional lightning streaking through the sky. It was a horrible day, so much so that even the zombies and ghouls that usually roamed the vast grounds of KONG were opting for a lazy day in their graves and crypts rather than haunting the grounds.
But the storm was of no concern for two the four members of the world famous band 'Gorillaz' that resided in the Mansion of KONG Studios. Down in the basement of the massive fifty room (or more; truth be told, the members weren't sure how many rooms the place had, even after years of living in the mansion they were still finding secret passages and hidden rooms that were built and left behind by the previous paranoid and crazy owners of the mansion) mansion, a twenty four year old blue-haired man that measured six feet and two inches in height, and had two eyes that were wholly black, as if his eyes had been replaced with two spheres containing black holes, and a Japanese sixteen year old, purple-haired girl, that measured maybe four feet with eleven inches in height, and that had the irises of her eyes as green as emerald, sat in front of a massive sixty-nine inch HD plasma screen, completely engrossed in their current video game.
They had been at it for nearly two hours straight now, and this was the tiebreaker. Whoever won this round would take the glory of the greatest 'Monster Madness' champion in the history of ever! And neither of them was going to make it easy for the other to get that title.
Finally, with lighting quick fingers, the blue hair man made a dragon-man in the screen spew a ball of fire that engulfed a werewolf woman along with half of the screen, causing him to be declared the winner of the game.
"YES!" The man screamed in excitement as he leaped high into the air.
"Aw, no fair 2D!" The girl said with a pout, "Didn't anyone ever tell you to go easy on girls?"
2D stopped jumping up and down only to turn to the girl with a wide grin on his face, revealing two missing top front teeth. It was quite remarkable really, or at least it was from the girl's point of view, that despite all the oddities of her friend he managed to look so good. He was lean but not scrawny, his muscles were well defined, plus he had high cheekbones, and a voice that could melt a million hearts of ice. And though he wasn't the brightest light bulb in the Christmas tree, he was so kind it was almost a fault, and he somehow he made those deep black eyes work for him. Hell, if she was a few years older she might have even tried to go out with him
"Ha! As if I could afford that with you, Noodle!" 2D's voice said loud enough to bring her back from her musings. "I know from experience that if I don't take you seriously from the start, I am going to get my butt handed to me in a silver platter. Besides, you swept the floor with me in 'Street Brawler May Die 4' before this, so I couldn't let our little Asian Axe Princes defeat me again, eh?" 2D said, finishing off with a wink one would expect to receive from a conspirator.
Noodle giggled at her friend's antics before offering him a wide smile.
"Ok, Ok. Fair enough, 2D."
"So whot do you want to do now Noods?"
Noodle crossed her arms over her still developing chest and sat cross-legged on the floor as she thought about the question. They couldn't go zombie hunting in this storm, or play outside, they had also already practiced some of their songs for a few hours, and they had just spent at least a couple of hours in video games…what else could they do?
"Oh I know!" She suddenly said, clapping her hands once as she came up with an idea. "Lets go look for Murdoc and Russel, last I saw them they were in the second floor working on one of Murdoc's crazy ideas. Maybe we can even help!"
2D frowned slightly, thinking about her idea. He had no problem with Russel, the big twenty nine year old Afro-American bald man with milky white eyes. He was an excellent drummer, recognized as one of the best in the world actually. Russel was quite knowledgeable in many subjects besides Music, and the father figure of Noodle, and a decent person over all. But 2D did have a problem with Murdoc.
The thirty six year old man known as Murdoc was a whole different story from Russel, he was a green-skinned, womanizing, alcoholic, chain-smoking, and sadistic man that took pleasure in torturing people, particularly 2D since he was the easiest to get his hands on to torture, and at the same height of Russel of five foot nine inches, he wasn't exactly a pushover. It didn't help that he had mismatched eyes, one of which had a brown iris and the other which had a red one, giving him a psychotic look when he smirked knowingly.
Then again, as long as he was with Noodle he should be fine. To Murdoc, Noodle was the illegitimate daughter he never had, and as such he tended to cut back on the cursing and indecent comments when she was around, plus he tried to not hurt 2D too much, since he was aware that they had some kind of Zen-bond thing going, a kind of spiritual connection between the two of them, and she would stand up in his defence any day, even if she was facing a horde of zombies.
After thinking about it for a couple of more seconds, 2D finally responded to Noodle.
"Yeah, sure lets do that." He smiled.
Both of them stood up and grabbed their instruments, 2D took his megaphone, microphone, and his keyboards and stuffed them in a backpack while Noodle grabbed her electric guitar and set it in its bag gently and threw it over her shoulder.
"Hey… Noods?" 2D asked.
"Yeah?"
"Race cha!"
As soon as those words were spoken, the blue-haired singer and the green-eyed guitarist bolted down the hall fast enough to make Olympic athletes jealous.
Lighting Country, 130 miles from the nearest major city.
Naruto awoke as the first beams of sunlight penetrated the window of the hotel and landed upon his face. Lazily he opened his eyes as he turned over to face his bedside clock. It read 6:23 AM.
Naruto groaned to himself when he saw the clock. It was so… Early. But he had to get up and go training with that white-haired perverted teacher of his. He had already been traveling with Jiraya for about half a year, and he was quickly improving, despite all the bad habits his current teacher and mentor had that got in the way. Like yesterday, when he was trying to sneak into the female public bath houses to peek at the girls. One day, Naruto thought amusedly, That pervy sage is going to die at the hands of a mob of pissed off women.
The thought brought a smile to his face. Yeah, that sounded like it could happen any day. But hopefully he wouldn't die before his training was done or he might just have to kill him. He had to get strong to beat Sasuke. Last time they fought their strength had been perfectly matched, but Sasuke luckily escaped being knocked out with him due to his head protector, which deflected just enough of the force of Naruto's blow so that he wouldn't be K.O'ed with him.
Naruto growled at the memory. He had to get strong enough so that luck and chance would be nearly meaningless in a fight. He had to become strong enough to overpower luck, chance, and fate along with whatever new powers Sasuke might gain. He wasn't going to fail again. He would bring Sasuke back to the village even if he had to break his arms and legs. After all, he had two very powerful reasons to do so, the first was that he couldn't let Sasuke screw up his life more than he already had, friends don't let friends fuck themselves up like that, and the second reason was that he had made a promise with a certain pink haired female ninja to bring Sasuke back to the village no matter what, and he never went back on his word. Ever.
With new found resolve, Naruto stood up and headed towards the washroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and a face that had determined blue eyes and messy yellow hair stared back at him.
"No slacking of today mister." He told his reflection seriously, "Jiraiya said he found something interesting with the very fabrics of the world and he was going to show you it. If you are lucky, you might, just might, be able to use it to harness some kind of power to fight that Teme (Bastard) called Sasuke."
And with that, he nodded to himself and turned to take a shower and get dressed. He took his sweet time in the shower, enjoying the warm water of the shower washing over his body. They had been on the road for months now, and even a shinobi (ninja) enjoys taking a decent shower once in a while, especially after weeks, if not months, with out warm water and soap.
After a nice twenty minutes of relaxing warm water running down his body, he finally turned off the water flow to the shower and dried himself with a satisfied sigh. Man, did that ever feel good!
Unfortunately that trail of thought was cut short when he looked at wall cock. 6:45 AM.
His eyes widened instantly. Oh, SHIT! And with the speed of the shinobi (ninja) he was, he darted through the hotel room and got dressed in a matter of seconds, then bolted towards the window by his, grabbing an apple from a fruit bowl that sat on a small table on the way, and jumped out the window.
He landed on the roof of a house that was next to the hotel, and began leaping through the roofs of the small village until he reached the edge of the forest, at which point he climbed the branches of the nearest tree he could find before he began leaping through the branches of the large trees of the forest.
I hope that that pervy toad sage found something interesting. Naruto thought absentmindedly as he leapt acrobatically from tree branch to tree branch.
Boy, was he in for a surprise.
KONG, second floor.
"WHAT THE BLEEDING HELL?" Murdoc screamed out in frustration as his seventh attempt in the last week at the alchemic seal failed. The green man was now beyond frustrated. He was an expert in magics! He had traveled to hell and back, literally, and he had even summoned creatures that were thought fantasy from other realms! So why couldn't he make this damn seal work? It was driving him up the wall not knowing.
He began to pace the wide room, muttering to himself in an endless stream of words laced with curses every so often. A milky white set of pupil-less eyes belonging to a certain Afro-American drummer watched him walk back and forth across the wide room. Russel didn't really care much for the seal. He wasn't even sure why he had come in the first place, since he knew little about magic, not much more than the basics actually, but he had been too intrigued to find out what could have caused Murdoc, who had an ego that was about the size of a whale, to stoop to asking for anyone's help, and as result had agreed to join Murdoc in his little experiment.
Murdoc had explained him the basics of the multi-layered seal. Apparently, it was a seal of seven layers, whose three functions were, in simple terms the following. The first function was to open a portal to an other world, the second to increase the affinities of whoever stood in the seal, and thirdly the ability to understand and physically act like the residents of the world to help reduce the suspicion of its inhabitants.
"You, Mudz!" Russel called to Murdoc from his seat, "Remind me again why you want to go to an other world, and why do you need me here."
Murdoc stopped pacing and turned to look at Russel, his face showing that he was clearly annoyed at the interruption, but he answered Russel anyways, lest he lost his helper to the temptation of sleep.
"Because I want to explore new aspects and ideas of music, you lard ass! Think about it! If we can gather ideas of music about other worlds and bring them to this world and rock it down to the very core! Think of all the fame! The glory! And especially all the women!" Murdoc grinned impishly at the last part of his statement. He loved women, Oh yes he did.
"Ah-ha…" Russel said, "Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that there are a bunch of cracker ass mercenaries and gangsters and even demons after your head because of all your God-damned shady deals?"
Murdoc stiffened at the mention of the mercenaries, gangsters, and demons. He had quite the score of people that would like to see him dead, and even a demon that would like to have his soul. But he'd be damned if he was going to make it easy for them to get anything from him! He was Murdoc Niccals! He was a master musician and swindler, and lightning strike him if he was paying up, or die, or going to hell. He was going to go to this other world and lay low for a couple of years, maybe even find a way to get that damn demon of his back permanently, and if he could do it while getting himself something that could increase his already large fame and income, then he would gladly do it.
"Maybe…" Murdoc allowed in a sly tone that made Russel frown. He knew that tone, and it usually meant trouble.
"Anyways," Murdoc continued, "I need you here because you are the only person that I know that can read multiple ancient languages and archaic symbols, so as far as I know you are the only one that can help me figure out what's wrong with this seal. After you do that and I fix it, we can call the blue-haired dullard and Noodle so we can go."
"I see…" Russel said thoughtfully. That made sense. "So, where is this thing you need me to read then?"
"Right there, Russ. It's that big opened leather bound book on the table besides you." Murdoc said as he pointed to an old and musty leather bound book with yellowing pages. The thing was easily two feet long, a foot and a half wide, and about a foot thick. It was massive. That thing had to weight at least thirty or forty pounds.
Russel pulled his chair closer towards the table were the open book now sat. He took a moment to examine the book, noting the age of the leather and the detail of the decorative symbols at the edges of the old yellow pages, leaving no doubt to him that this book was many times older than he was. Marking the page it had been left open at, he began flipping through the pages of the book. And what he found quickly boggled his mind.
The book was written in different languages! There was Arabic, Greek, Egyptian Hieroglyphs, English, French, German, Chinese, Japanese, Catalan, Mayan, and so on, and the closer you got to the cover of the book, the older the languages became. There were different handwritings too, proving that it all had been written by hand by a multitude of people. It was amazing. It was almost as if the book had been handed down from the oldest days of man kind to different people, each of whom had written a piece of knowledge into this book.
Russel finally reached the front cover of the book, it read 'Codex Magika'. The Codex of Magic.
"Where did you get this Mudz?" Russel asked in awe.
"Hmm? Oh, the book?" Murdoc said as he realised he was being talked to again, "I got it from some old guy in the Amazon Jungle in the territory of Colombia, after a party."
"Let me guess," Russel said, already suspecting what had occurred, "You got drunk, stole a small plane, decided to take it for a test run, crash landed it into the jungle, and some how survived and found the guy which you convinced to sell you the book."
Murdoc Froze instantly and turned to face Russel.
"How did you know?"
"I didn't." Russel smiled, "You just told me. "
Suddenly Murdoc realised what Russel had done. He had said something he suspected only to get a reaction out of him, which might lead him to the story. And all Murdoc could do was grumble about it. He hated being tricked.
"Yeah, well, you missed the part were he used his voodoo-hoodoo magic thingy to fix the plane to get me out of the jungle! Ha! Or the fact that I stole a helicopter, not a plane! Double ha!" Murdoc said triumphantly.
"Thanks for the info Mudz." Russel said, with a small smile gracing his lips, which further ticked off Murdoc. Russel was one of the few people that could out smart him from time to time, and getting outsmarted irked him.
Still, he at least Russel was someone with whom he could discuss more complicated things and subjects with, like robotics, which was a nice change from the simple conversations he had with 2D. Talking with 2D was like talking to a sixteen year old with a bad problem of ADD or ADHD. When the guy focused, like when he sang, it was truly amazing, enthralling even to a degree that was hardly human some would say. But besides those times, he got easily distracted with nearly anything, had problems understanding more intellectual conversations, and he didn't plan things out much, or think about things much for that matter.
"Whatever, lard ass!" Murdoc said grudgingly, "Just help me find what's wrong here. I taught you all the basics about seals and alchemic circles for a reason, you know?"
"Yeah, Yeah. Just let me read the frigging book man." Russel said dismissively as he began to read the book with interest. As much as he hated to admit that Murdoc's plan had some merit, and even if he was completely doing this seal to escape Lord-Knows-What, he couldn't help being a bit curious about what the music of other worlds sounded like.
After thirty minutes of heavy reading and examining of the book, Russel moved to examine the gigantic seal Murdoc had drawn on the floor out of white chalk and some semi-precious stones. It took him a good thirty minutes to identify the error of the seal due to the fact that it was maybe thirty feet wide with about twenty-three hundred characters and twenty-one stones.
"Ah-ha!" Russel screamed triumphantly as he finally found the error of the seal, "Here is the problem Mudz! You drew this symbol backwards and you need a power source in the center of the seal."
Right, but wha-AAAHH!"
Murdoc suddenly interrupted himself as the door of the room burst open, and a blur of blue and purple launched themselves into the room. At first Murdoc thought it was one of those assassins sent to get him, but soon he was relieved to find that it was just 2D and Noodle that had burst through the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.
"Ha! I win!" 2D said triumphantly at the short girl.
"No way! I was here first!" Noodle replied.
"Fine, call it a draw then?" 2D asked.
"Meh, sure, that works." Noodle said with a shrug and a smile so white 2D had to wonder if she washed her teeth with bleach.
"AHEM!" Murdoc interrupted with irritation, "If you haven't noticed, we are kinda BUSY here you dolts! So sit down there and be quiet! As soon as this is done, we are all going for a little trip… Now, what were you saying Russ?"
"Erm, yeah…The book mentions a secondary power source that acts as a trigger to the seal. With out it there is no way you are getting this thing to work. The book calls it chakra."
"Chakra? What the bleeding hell is chakra?" Murdoc growled in frustration. He needed to know what this was and how to find and soon, if he ever wanted to get away from those who were tracking him. He already knew that there was a plot to assault KONG to get him and all the other band members too, if necessary. Time was running out.
"How am I supposed to know?" Russel said with a shrug, "You are the master of all that Voodoo-Hoodoo-Cuckoo crap, shouldn't you know?"
"That book is much older than the British Empire you lard ass!" Murdoc countered, "I can't know everything that is written in that bloody book!"
"Erm… Chakra? I know whot that is." 2D said uncertain if he should interrupt their argument or not. Naturally, this caused Murdoc and Russel to turn to look at him as if he had grown a new head. Stuart Pot, better known as 2D, knew something that they did not know about, other than something about music. That was a first.
"…Er.. what?" 2D questioned, "Did I say something wrong?"
"I think that they are just in shock 2D." Noodle answered, "It's a first that you know something like this before they do."
"Oh." That was the brilliant response that 2D came up with.
"Well, out with it two dents," Murdoc commanded, "What's this chakra thingy? And how do you know?"
"Oh, well, I know 'cause I learned it in one of my trips to Tibet, when I was still Buddhist, I found a village of monks who in their past lives were Ninjas." 2D said dismissively, "But anyways, Chakra is the mix of your physical and spiritual and mental energy."
"Hmmm…. Say, face-ache? Can you use this chakra thingy?"
"Hmm? Well, yeah. I was living with these people for a few months and they taught me in exchange for some singing."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just stand in the center of the damn seal, right there!"
"Huh? Well, um… sure. Why?"
"We need you to channel some of that Chakra into the seal to kick start it." Russel supplied.
"Is this so we can go on that trip you and Murdoc were talking about?" Noodle asked curiously.
"That's right squirt." Murdoc answered, "And if all goes well, we'll be there real soon. Now, everybody git in the center around 2D. Russ, bring the book too."
Everybody stepped into the circle, with 2D kneeling down with his palms pressed to the seal at the heart of it. 2D really didn't know what to expect, but if Russel was going along with it, then it couldn't be all that bad…right?
"Ready dullard?" Murdoc asked as an impish grin spread across his face as he started pouring a golden-black elixir in a circle around them, "When I say 'now', you push some of that chakra into the seal, got it?"
Receiving a nod from the singer, Murdoc grunted in satisfaction before he finished pouring the elixir. With a swift flick of his wrist, he threw the vase that had contained the elixir against the wall behind him, shattering it into a thousand pieces. As soon as he heard the smashing noise come from the wall, he jumped into the ring he had created on top of the seal with the elixir and shouted out the signal.
"NOW!"
And in a flash of golden light, they were gone from the face of their world.
"HEYA PERVEY SAGE!" Naruto screamed as he launched himself in towards Jiraiya who was apparently waiting for him in a clearing in the forest, maybe standing twenty meters from the edge of the forest. It was a decently wide clearing, maybe a hundred-and-sixty or a hundred-and -seventy meters in diameter, and the soft hip-high grass that covered said clearing was a deep healthy green color.
"Naruto! Glad you could make it," Jiraiya said easily, "Now come over here, we got work to do."
Naruto walked towards Jiraiya curiously, closing whatever distance was left between the two of them, trying to figure out what the Toad Sage had in mind. But he didn't have much time to do so, as the Toad Sage quickly pulled him down with himself into a crouching position, hiding then both amongst the long grasses of the clearing, and made a gesture with his hand that meant that Naruto should not make any noise.
Puzzled, but willing to co-operate with the perverted Toad Sage, Naruto kept silent and his ears open, but for the next few seconds, nothing happened.
"Hey, pervy Sage," Naruto whispered at Jiraiya, "What's going on here?"
"Hush boy!" Jiraiya responded in hushed tones to Naruto, "Don't you feel that?"
"Feel wha…!" Naruto began to ask agitatedly, but suddenly his words began to fade as he realized what the Toad Sage meant.
The air seemed to be still, and the temperature of the small clearing seemed increase by a couple of degrees. It was a somewhat eerie feeling that made the back of his neck prickle a bit as the hairs of the back of his head stood on end. It was not a particularly evil nor powerful feeling what he felt, but it was unnatural; alien to this world even. And the feeling was slowly increasing in potency, as if someone was slowly opening the flow of water of a dam.
"What is that?" Naruto asked in his mentor still in a hushed voice. The odd feeling was putting him a bit on edge.
"That, Naruto," Said the Sanin known as Jiraiya, "Is what found out, and what I called you over to help me investigate. It's the seventh time this week that this has happened, and it seems to have to do with the very fabrics of the world for what I can tell. But as for what it is I have no idea. However, if we are lucky, today we will find out."
"What makes you say that?"
"The feeling, that odd sensation, it's getting stronger. It has always stopped at this point, but this time…. Its not; and something tells me that we'll soon see something interesting."
Those words only served to put Naruto more on edge, ad cause him to strain his senses for any other anomalies. Truth be told, Naruto wasn't sure that he could describe what he was feeling. It wasn't easily defined with words anyways. But if he had to describe it… It was like the moment in which you were waiting for an examination from a great master of some craft that you have always looked up to. What you would feel would be hope and fear bubble up within you as you tried to focus on the task at hand, and during those moments in which the world is dead to you, except for the master you idolize and the task at hand, you feel a sort of numbness take you while you force your senses to the limit.
That was more or less what Naruto Uzumaki felt for the next three minutes, as the odd alien sensation increased gradually, and then halted to a stop. Naruto counted the seconds during which nothing happened, as time seemed to stand still.
One second…Two seconds… Three sec-
FWOOOOSH!
In a massive display of blinding white light and luminescent fog, a gust of air swept the clearing with unexpected force, nearly throwing back Naruto against a tree. Not that he could have seen the tree, as his eyes were half blinded by the light and he remained half blind for a few moments before he could finally start making out what was in front of him.
Naruto blinked a couple of times, staring at the point of the clearing which was the source of the explosion of air and light. But what greeted him was an odd sight.
In the center of the clearing a large cloud of white fog rose up from the ground, thin lines of blue and purple lightning could be seen running within the folds that were created from the fog by the wind. The fog was easily fifteen feet in diameter and climbed in a column of nearly twenty feet high, and slowly climbing higher. Then the fog seemed to start spinning, creating what appeared to be an upside down tornado within which blue and purple lightning of many shades danced a terrible and enthralling dance.
And then, all at once, the mist exploded outwards, expanding, and but to the surprise of Naruto and the Toad Sage, there was no sound. The mist had just flown away from the center of the clearing at speeds that could only be described as monstrous, and shocking. Most importantly, the mist seemed to condense around the two ninja, blinding them and engulfing them in its own white folds, as the lightning licked their skin and clothes with out harming them.
Naturally, both Naruto and Jiraiya instantly started to try to lash out against the mist with both kicks and punches, and they even attempted to run and use their jutsu (ninja especial techniques that relay on chakra) to rid themselves of the fog, but to their surprise, they could not move, not an inch in any way, shape, or form, save for a slight leeway to their chest, that allowed them to breath. And that worried them.
One of the most basic rules of being a ninja is avoid being grounded on the spot for long, unless it had a purpose, such as luring an enemy into a trap. It was a very simple and very natural rule, because if you are stop moving then you are sitting duck. It is very simple for any foe to plot a trap, throw a knife, cast a genjutsu (allusion), or otherwise injure you, if you are not moving.
Simply put, Naruto and Jiraya were in great danger if this was an attack of some sort. Their enemy could easily just walk up to them and slash their throats and they wouldn't be able to do as much as even lift a finger to oppose them. They would be completely at their mercy.
As they this train of thought crossed their minds, the lightning still kept running over their bodies, as if examining their prisoners with great detail. It was odd, to say the least. The two ninja could feel the lightning running over their bodies, checking every muscle and ligament, and examining every tendon and bone, and in a matter of minutes, every tissue in their body had been checked… Except one. The brain.
At that point, two sets of lightning circled the head of each ninja, and they had the very uncomfortable feeling of having a something like a ghost of a breeze brush against their mind. Being ninja, both had natural mental defences that were stronger than the average person's, however, they felt zero strain on their mental barriers, which told them two things. First, whatever that lightning had done, it had had no intention of intruding deeply into their mind, secondly, it meant that whatever it was that lighting wanted was very superficial, very common knowledge.
Finally, after the lightning had scanned them completely, the lightning condensed into electrical spheres, and shot back towards the center of the clearing with the remains of the fog that had enveloped both ninja.
Instantly they felt their mobility return to them, but they made no move, too shocked and intrigued by the odd event unfolding in front of them to care to move.
They watched as the spheres of purple and blue that had shot from each ninja blended together into two spheres, one blue and one purple, while the fog that had once enveloped them retreated back to the center of the clearing, were most of the fog still spiralled lazily in a cone-like shape.
The spheres of lightning seemed to pulse twice, sending thin bolts of energy to each other, before they sped back towards the spiralling fog, plunging deep into its depths. And all at once the spiral began to speed up in a wild frenzy of lightning, explosions of blue and purple lighting up the tornado of fog from within.
The tornado roared with its inner lightning and rushing winds, and as the explosions of color continued, shadows quickly started to appear. A giant shadow of a hand seemed to materialise for a brief flash of purple, only to be replaced a moment later by a the shadow what seemed like monstrously large head imprinted in the fogs blue flash, and with a final roar of lightning, both a bullet of each lightning collided with the other, and the spiralling storm of fog and lightning ceased to spin and the lightning died away.
For ten heartbeats nothing could be heard, and nothing but the dissipating fog could be seen. But then their ears picked up something.
"Ah-HA! Victory!" A male voice said with triumphant smugness.
"Wow, I didn't expect it to be so quick," A deeper male voice said with a hint of awe, "Good job Mudz."
"Hmp, who do you think I am Russel?" Asked the first voice indignantly, "Of course it was quick."
"Bleagh, this mist and lightning felt funny," An other male voice that was more high-pitched than the last two spoke up, "And kinda creepy, wouldn't you agree Noods?"
"Hai," A distinctively female voice spoke up, "I agree with 2D-kun, it was like it was remodelling us. I didn't particularly like it."
"Oh, hush up you two." The voice from the man that was referred to as Mudz snapped back at the last two voices, " We are here aren't we?"
Naruto turned to look at his mentor slightly as the voices inside the fog bickered for a few moments longer, checking for what course of action they should take. But all the response he got was a slight shake of his head and a hand that told him to sit tight for now, and not do anything but watch for now.
Naruto gave a slight nod and returned to observing the fog.
The fog was dissipating quickly, and soon four humanoid shadows could be made out from within the remains of the fog. As fast as the fog was clearing, Naruto was getting rather impatient with it, as it hid the people that had created that incredible technique. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was a time-space bending jutsu. But that was impossible, the only one that had ever accomplished that was the Fourth Hokage. Still, the technique was quite impressive, and his impatience was increasing.
Apparently Jiraiya was of the same opinion as he made a few hand sings and a short, but only mildly aggressive, gust of wind blew the remains of the fog away, only to reveal the four unexpected guests of the ninja.
And all the two ninja could do was silently gasp at the appearance of the four new arrivals.
HELL YEAH! THE FIRST CHAPTER IS DONE! Now, I know its not the best story so far, and definitely not the most common, but please try not to murder me too much over it. Still, its kind of nice getting this idea off my mind, even if its just for a little bit.
Again, Constructive criticism is welcome! But no hating on the story alright? Please review and let me know what you think. EVER REVIEW IS APPRECIATED!