"I live, I die. I LIVE AGAIN!"-Nux; Mad Max Fury Road

The smell of salt, and the cold patter of water on his feet woke him up. He blinked, bright blue eyes staring up into the overarching sun above. The sky was a deep, deep blue. Only a few scant clouds hung above him. Something else was in the air as well, more than the scent off the sea, or the water lapping against his feet. Blood, and fish, and shit, cooking oil, and spices he'd never dreamed of smelling. He looked up back at the sky, and blinked at the brilliant bright blue sky above him, before rolling over and standing to his feet. Where was he? This wasn't Konoha.

Konoha didn't have an island in the middle of it. It didn't have a lake in the middle of it either, the more he thought of it. And for a fact, he knew it didn't have any ancient temples on an island, on a lake, that it didn't have in the middle of it. So he wasn't in Konoha…

What had been the last thing he'd done…? He tried to recall, but his mind came away blank, and all he got was phantom aches from the depths of his stomach. He looked down, and then frowned as he looked around again. Maybe he could swim to shore and ask around, off in the distance he could hear voices being carried off into the wind, and the occasional sights of white sailed boats made it clear that there were people here.

He looked back at the temple, at its strange massive black and white doors, then around him again. He didn't think he could swim that far to land, and besides…the water had been cold when he'd woken on the lowest steps of this island. He looked back at the door, it would hurt to knock.

He walked up and knocked. Once, then twice, then a third, and a fourth. No reply. He looked around and frowned.

"Hello? Any one there?"

He knocked again. "Hello?" Once more no reply. He frowned walked back to the lowest step on the island and leaned back against the steps. The sun had risen higher and the heat in his jacket was burning him. He took it off and dipped his feet in the water, turning his eyes back to the lake beyond and watching, waiting, watching. He could see a boat moving closer off in the distance it slow pace moving towards the island. He waited and watched. Eventually it got closer stopping a few feet away from him before a young dark haired man stepped off of it, into the water and started to walk his way towards the temple. Naruto ran up as the man climbed his way towards him, somewhat excited to see a human face for the first time since waking up. The man looked at him, raised a questioning face, and spoke in a language he'd never heard before.

"I can't understand you."

He spoke more harshly at Naruto, then walked passed and upwards towards the strange temple with black and white doors. He knocked and said two words, then the doors swung open, and the man went inside. Naruto blinked, looked at the boat which was already too far away for him to swim, and back at the door. He walked up, and knocked again.

He stumbled over the words in the strange tongue the man had said. "Valar morghulis". The words felt strange in his mouth, like he was saying gibberish with and tongue couldn't reproduce half the sounds.

The door opened…

A skull was what he saw, a near skinless rotting mask of flesh crawling with death, and maggots and other terrible things. He reached out with his hand on instinct, but blinked as the skull man caught his punch. The skull disappeared, and an old man, older than jii-san even stared back at him. His skin was a dark, dark, brown, and his face was etched with age. Lines seemed to run through his face, far, and deep.

Then the man spoke in that strange tongue again.

"Hey!" He was annoyed now, at the strange language and the strange old man and his stupid lame genjutsu. The old man blinked, tried speaking again, and more gibberish spewed from his mouth. "Are you making fun of me?"

The old man blinked again, then sighed. His hand reached out like lighting, and scratched against his face, a trickle of blood falling down his cheek before the wound healed up. The old man took the single droplet of blood, and placed it in his mouth. He spoke, slowly….

"Tell…me…boy…"

"HI!" He could understand the old man now.

"Can you understand me now?" He smiled, he could.

"Yeah!" He shouted, he couldn't help but shout as loud as he could. "Hey where is this place? And what were those strange words you keep saying? I couldn't understand you at all. Who are you? What's with your strange doors old man? And why did you scratch me?"

The old man watched him, dull grey eyes, unmoving and as stoic as stone. "Such a strange tongue, and such strange blood. Old, and rich, and powerful…yet from one so young. Good blood." He stopped for a moment. "Powerful blood. Tainted with the touch of the many faced god." He leaned forward.

"Tell me boy." His old hand reached out again, and touched him. "What has brought you to the temple of the god of many faces?"

"What?"

"What brought you here?" The old man asked him again, slower this time.

"I don't know, I just…woke up on the beach, and I knocked on your weird door and no one answered. And when I asked people they spoke weird."

"The old man was silent, grey sharp eyes watching like a hawks.

"Come. Some of you questions may be answered with ease, others even I don't hold the answer too…but maybe time will tell."

-Naruto-

"Who are you?" The old man asked in his withered whisper-like voice.

"No one." He lied. He wasn't no one. He was Uzumaki Naruto, before he'd woken up on the rocky of a shore of the temple of the many faced god, he'd wanted to be a ninja. He'd dreamed of being Hokage and finally gaining the recognition of the village he'd always craved. He was Uzumaki Naruto, and at the same time, after spending nearly two weeks here, he wished he wasn't.

"You lie, worst yet you lie poorly." The old man's hand lashed out and the whip like stick he used during these sessions smashed into his side, causing him to yelp in pain. "Learn to lie better."

-Naruto-

He looked at the tall, brown skinned man. His hair was slicked back, his skin like bronze, and pale yellow eyes to match. He was clothed in bright hues of purple, and blue and gold. At his side was a great long blade, and his face held a wicked smirk.

He could barely understand the man, but what he could understand didn't bode well.

"Terro…" Something or the other. Naruto, realized it must have been his name. The words fight slipped into there, and the man pulled his long blade from his side... "Challenge…" He'd learned that word early, challenge, the acolytes used the word when they sparred. They sparred harshly. "Challenge," challenge was they always used, though beating would have been a better word. "Fight, or die." That he didn't understand, but he got the inference.

He pulled his kunai out and launched forward, dodged left and down, allowing the blade to sweep high past his head, and jumped forward with his kunai extended. It slipped through the man's clothes and punched deep into his side. He screamed and Naruto dashed back. The man's sword was thin and long, like a razor edged needle dancing across his side it left a long deep gash that spilled blood low water from a stream. He grunted, ignoring the pain and the blood, dashing forwards, his kunai extended he blocked another swing of the man's sword then buried the blade as deep as he could into his neck.

The man blinked, looked down at the blade in his neck and laughed. "Terro.." The man said more words, his bright yellow eyes glittering and the sounds coming out wet and sick. He laughed. Then the brightness in his eyes faded and he fell over. Dead.

He'd killed a man.

-Naruto

He returns to the temple covered in blood, the acolytes say nothing. He goes to his room, and it is there that he finds the old man.

"The many faced god's presence reeks on you." The old man looks him over, his eyes cold and ashen and grey. The old man stands up, walks over and lifts up his stained clothes. The old man stares at his stomach, where he now notices the strange and numerous marks of obvious fuinjutsu, glowing, subtly at the touch of blood fresh spilt on his seal.

"Come. Follow." He does. He goes into a courtyard where the moon hangs above, a bright blue sphere that takes up the entirety of the sky. He blinks, in the courtyard is a man, tall, with hair so long and sleek it reminded him of a river. Its black hue shone blue in the moon's light. The man wore the duel tone garb of the acolytes of the many faced god.

"If you wish to go out into the city, in those bright clothes of yours you should learn how to fight. The bravos move in groups of three most of the time. A boy is lucky to face one and only one."

"I know how to fight."

"With those knives, yes, a little. But to fight in this world you need a blade, and a good teacher. He will teach you. This." The old man caught the sword that had been thrown by the strange tall man. It was thin, and long, unlike any sword he'd ever seen before. It shone like water in the night, its steel rippling like waves. "Will be your weapon and he your teacher."

The tall man said nothing, instead he leapt, high into the air and arching. Naruto blinked and barely jumped back in time.

-Naruto-

He'd been here for six months. Six long months. Outside the temple walls he could see the falling arch of the sun, its waylaid lights spanning across the temple ground causing long shadows to form.

"Say the words." He stepped forwards. Words long memorized mixing with thoughts he'd done his best to express. The sounds of the tongue sounded strange to him even as he moved forward, and no doubt his accent was atrocious but still the words.

"I swear loyalty to the many faced god." The shadows seemed to extend. To spread far and wide flickering as the sun's light seemed incapable of breaching the temple's walls. "I swear loyalty to the faceless men of braavos." The pool of dark black liquid shuddered. Waves birthing where there were none before. He grunted and did his best to ignore the swirling pain in the depths of his belly.

"The gift of the many faced god makes all men equal. In my loyalty I give away myself. I decry my dreams. I am no one." The pain in his belly grew, a fire birthed in his bowls, and he had to bite his tongue to staunch a scream. "I give myself to the many faced god, to the faceless men. I swear away all ties, all loyalties." He finished and his new brothers grabbed him and helped him to the pools. His stomach was glowing, great swirling marks shining bright in the darkly lit temple. The brother said nothing, and he walked to the pool.

Then they drowned him. They grabbed his hands, his feet, and his small body and held him and forced his head beneath the pool of water. He struggled, did his best to fight against them. His stomach twisted and churned like butter. He died. The water filled his lungs and the heat burned and churned and twisted his stomach.

He died. With water filling his lungs and the fierce inferno in his belly.

-Naruto-

He gasped awake. Hot air filling his lungs and sweat covering his body like a thick disgusting second skin. He took deep long breaths. It took a few moments for him to realize he wasn't drowning. That no hands were holding him beneath the black pool in the temple. That he in-fact could breath, and wasn't drowning, and the inferno that seemed to burn in the depths of his belly had indeed cooled down some. Still, it left a phantom sensation, a deep long warmth that seemed to radiate from his core.

He blinked as he took a look around. He wasn't in the temple anymore. The high windows and stone walls were no longer there. The firm hay bed he'd taken months to get used to was gone. The sounds of waves crashing against the beachhead of the temple, of sea birds calling out distantly, of the city and the people were all gone.

He stared at his surroundings surprised.

He was back in Konoha. He was back in Konoha, back in his bed, like nothing had happened at all. Had it been a dream? He looked down at his hands, and noticed the duel tone sleeves of the temple robes. It hadn't been a dream. Dreams didn't actually affect the real world did they? He moved and felt something heavy with him on the bed. He glanced at it and stared owlishly at it.

His sword. He hadn't even had it with him when he'd been at the ceremony, and yet, there it was. Long as he was tall, as wide as his shoulders and the steel rippled. The morning light that hit it reflected like a pool of water. It rippled, twisting and turning and seeming alive.

He was back in Konoha….and yet he'd spent some time…somewhere else? He got up and walked to his bedroom windows and looked out, it was dawn, and a few people were moving about idly in the village streets.

When he'd been at the temple he'd been under the impression that'd he'd be there forever. He'd contemplated and thought, and pontificated all he could. He'd given himself up, the individual known as Uzumaki Naruto became no one. The old man at the temple had told him that to become an acolyte of the many faced god he'd have to surrender himself.

He had. And now, with the faces of the men he'd aspired to be like as long as he could remember looming over him he found his old dreams lacking. He'd wanted acknowledgement, recognition, respect. He'd wanted to be noticed. At the temple he'd lost those wants, who needed acknowledgement when the brothers of the many faced god accepted him as he was, saw him as he was and understood, and knew. Knew that he was a scared little boy, that he wanted to be acknowledged, understood respected, and wanted to be noticed. They'd helped him understand that to be acknowledged was pointless, to be respected was pointless, in the end the many faced god came for all men. In the end, all men met his embrace and received his gift.

So he gave up those things, the ambition and drive that had made him strive against it all, they ate with him, and thought him, and treated him like one of them. They thought him their language, and their arts. When he went into the free city of Braavos, people didn't stare, they glanced and a few pretty girls smiled but in the end he was another foreigner, another stranger in a city of strangers. Another normal person, something he'd never felt in Konoha.

He went from the window to the closet, and looked inside. His orange jumpsuit was gone, ruined in the free city when the Bravos had decided to test his blade on a brightly clothed youth. But he did have a set of other clothes he wore less often. He grabbed a white shirt, and some black shorts and a spare kunai pouch. He put those on, searched under his bed for the spare set of kunai he kept around and filled his pouch. He looked at the sword on his bed, the valyrian steel blade had slid and almost hit the ground. He grabbed it, it rippling surface gleamed in the light, and swung it, it felt like an extension of his hand. He grunted, slid it into his closet and under a pile of old clothes. He'd never used a sword before he'd woken up in bravos more than half a year before, and using one now would be suspicious. How much time had passed since he'd been gone? He looked at his alarm, it was pricey and special. It kept the time, and the day of the week.

It was Thursday, which meant he had to be in the academy today. But the clock told him it was twelve which meant he was far more than a little late and going today would be pointless. Instead he went to his fridge and looked inside for something to eat. He frowned, dejected when he realized it was empty. He went back to him roo, reached under his bed and removed the floorboards he kept his wallet under. He reached inside, just a little over 600 ryo, not enough to even buy him lunch.

He cursed.

He sat on his bed and thought. He felt hungry, and needed food as soon as possible. He scowled, he needed to figure out how go to the free city of Braavos as well. HE sat up and stretched, and blinked as he heard a rampant knocking on the door. He ignored it, instead deciding to focus on his thoughts, he'd drowned in the pool of the many faced god and woken up here. He'd died, and ended up back in Konoha. So…maybe he'd died before? But how?

He looked around his room. Nothing, it was just as he remembered. But then his memory of his room was foggy at best. His stomach rumbled and he groaned in pain. The door banged again, and again, and again. He sighed, resigned himself to opening it, and looked. It was Iruka.

He smiled, He'd missed his old sensei. Though, by the look on the man's face, he didn't seem to miss him that much at all.

"Naruto!" His face was lithe with anger and rage. "You Idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Iruka Sensei seemed really, truly angry. Yet the strange combination of fear, and excitement he normally felt when the man was angry at him, the fact that the man was showing he cared enough about him to get angry at him that brought these emotions to bear wasn't there. At least not in the unaltered rush it used to be.

-Iruka-

He stopped mid rant as he finally got a good look at the boy. He was pale, sickly pale, and deep bags ran under his eyes as if he'd gone days without sleep. He didn't seem frail, yet he did seem sickly, as if his body was shaking where he stood.

The deep growl from the boy's stomach made the worry expand even more. "Are you okay?"

"Just..." His words came out slow, and his voice quivered like a leaf in a distant breeze. "J-just a little hungry, and tired." He eyed the boy, concern growing, he wasn't wearing his normal jumpsuit, instead opting for a white shirt and dark black pants. Where was his jumpsuit? The iconic orange garb was synonymous with the youth, and seeing him without was also disheartening.

He wanted to rant, to be angry at the boy for missing so many days of classes' just weeks from the next graduation exam. But looking at him…

"Why don't we go get something to eat, eh? We can talk then." Naruto blinked in surprise, then a wry grin spread across his face. His voice was still unsteady when he responded. "Sure thing sensei." The enthusiasm he'd show wasn't there like usual though.

They walked in silence from his house to Ichiraku's. The boy said nothing the entire time, though his eyes scanned the crowd and their looks, or sometimes lack thereof at him. Iruka had never really noticed before, but people seemed to be in two camps when looking at the blond. They either pointedly ignored his existence, doing their best to pretend he wasn't there or made their disdain of him or perhaps what he contained obvious. He wondered what was going through the blonds mind at this moment. His face was stoic, unmoving and his deep blue eyes seemed to have turned into an endless arctic sea.

"You okay Naruto? You know sensei is here if anything's bothering you?" He was quiet for a moment. "You can always talk to me."

The boy stopped walking and took a look at him. His face flickered through an emotion for the shortest of moments, the flat line of his mouth warping downwards for the briefest of seconds.

"Yes," He looked around a touch of uncharacteristic paranoia on his face. "But, not here sensei. After Ichiraku, if you have time, let's go to the monument and we'll talk there."

Then he started walking again, ending the conversation in a way he'd never seen the boy do before. They arrived at the raman stand, and the boy plopped down at one of the bar stools and called out to the chef.

"Old man! One large bowl of shrimp ramen on Iruka-sensei." There was a reply from Ichiraku and the boy had eaten half the bowl by the time he ducked down to enter the stand. He ordered a small miso for himself and watched as the blond stuffed three more bowls down his stomach before he leaned back with a sigh of relief. Iruka paid, then the two started their walk to the Hokage monument. He looked up at the sky, he had about twenty minutes left before the students returned from their lunch breaks. The walk from Ichiraku to the monument took ten of those at a brisk pace. Once they were there though, the blond haired boy walked to the edge, looked over and flopped down into a sitting position.

"Do you know why people don't like me Iruka-sensei?" Iruka blinked in response. He wanted to answer and tell him, but…the law, his duty as a Konoha-nin kept his mouth close.

"No." He lied. Naruto nodded and sighed. He lifted his white shirt, where Iruka could now see the seal inked across his stomach, its intricate turns and twists forming a runic circle that somehow kept a demon at bay.

"I think it has something to do with this." He pointed to it. "I…don't belong here sensei." He said after a brief pause. "People don't like me, and other than you, and old man Hokage, old man Ichiraku and his daughter I don't think I like them that much either." He stood up walking closer to the edge of the monument.

"I never really realized how bad it was you know, perspective…" He laughed, then muttered something beneath his breath. It sounded like nonsense, fake words strewn together. He turned towards him, tears dripping down his face. The sun overhead made his golden locks glow, the wind caused them to flutter like grass. He was so pale…

"I don't want to be in Konoha anymore." He walked closer to the edge, and the feeling was like falling a thousand feet into an endless pit. "I don't want to be in this world anymore." He was moving before his body even knew what it was doing. But even then he was too slow. Too slow.

"Valar Morghulis." Nonsense words as Naruto leapt, not feel, leapt, from the cliff. He was too slow. The boy was falling. Seconds seemed to pass in hours. His blond student was smiling as he fell to his death, his bright blue eyes seeming far, far away. He reached to edge too late, all he could do was look over the cliff's face and watch as the blonds body hit the ground a few hundred feet below.

-Authors note-

A game of thrones Naruto crossover? Eh, I like the idea, but it's hard to implement. I like the idea of death being involved though, and it having something to do with the incarnation of the many faced god in his world. I also like how gods are very real in both worlds. So why shouldn't the many faced god exist in multiple worlds, and why shouldn't calling on one incarnation of his existence have an effect over multiple universes. I hope I can explain more, my other stories aren't dead, i've just wanted to do a crossover for…forever. I don't even really consider this a crossover, more like a cross infection, the time line that Naruto's in g.o.t is no where near close to the game/books. its a few hundred years away, and i did that because i don't really want the events of the show/city to affect this fic at all. This fic is about naruto, like almost all my fics and i want to keep it that way.