Introduction

Hey, guys! It's my first time writing a fan fiction, so I'll need a good amount of reviews and the help I need to see if I have to do some improvements. And I mean it, feel free TO BE A GRAMMAR NAZI. Even though I'm familiar with English, I'm not fluent in it. This is an MLP/Naruto crossover, plus an OC.

Legend:

Narrative and speech

Thoughts

Clues, terms and hints

As he was seated in the right side of the school bus, with Ema Skye in his left, he stared out of the window, recalling the events that transpired throughout the whole year. Some are scary, some are awesome, some are sad, and some have mixed emotions. "I'm at the end of my school days in third year, the last day, the farewell party. Right now, I'm feeling sappy." he thought with a stare outside the bus, still aware of his batch mate Ema, but not a classmate.

Inside the bus was the noisy batch of students: they have been proud of Max's achievements and his expertise in the games he performed when he was in school. In fact, they are so happy and proud, even the bus driver didn't mind the noise; all he cared is for the young men and women have their happy time.

"Hey, let's gather in the Mall of America! We shall celebrate the victories Max has won for us!" one proposed.

"Well, it's too early for me. It looks like we are having a reunion with our batch after 1 decade, but it's technically not a reunion, so I approve of this." another one said, leaning at a corner.

"Let's play paintball: Boys vs. girls! Then, Team Max vs. Team Ron!" Ron said as he recalled the rivalry between Max and himself, with Max having no interest in having a rivalry with him but accepted it without enthusiasm.

Ron is a teenager with a height of 5'5. He has a white complexion, and sports a white shirt hugged by a blue jacket. He has blue eyes, and wears blue jeans standing over Nike shoes. His hair is confusion: Hair spikes looks down on his right side of his head, and four, large spikes look up on his left.

"But wait, we should consult our master. Max, do you approve?" one said as stared on Max, sending the "I'm begging you" message.

He transitioned his eyes to them, and gave a reply: "Yep. I'm sure of it. Go ahead, formulate your plans. Just don't have too much fun; you'll end up wasted in the floor. Oh, and not too much liquor. It's bad for your liver and for yourselves." He said with a smile.

The whole batch roared with screams of excitement, and it was so influential, even the driver straightened his back as if touched by fire, paid attentively to his senses, eyes on the road, and ears on the students. It was a sudden surge of ecstasy for them. Hearing about Max's decision, they immediately planned what to do. One pulled out a notebook full of pages with a format specially designed for organizing.

Ron yelled, pointing at the boy, "He is credit to batch!"

As the bus stopped and had its doors open, Max stood up with his bag, saying, "Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Everyone heard him. They formed two straight lines of students facing each other. As Max passed through on each pair, they simultaneously saluted. "Fans. Always like this." He thought.

As he turned around to look at the bus once more, he saw them so happy. He smiled back, flooded with joy as he turned the knob on the door. With a click, he quicly got inside of his house.

He's living all alone in his house that he bought with the money he earned along with his brother, Simon/Gant, as he usually saves insane numbers of them. He flicked the switch and one by one, the lights awakened, showing the living room, with a flight of stairs in the left, and a table in the right. He used his legs to jump quickly up to the second floor, and to the door of his own room. He opened the door, showing a fairly wide and neat room, with the bookshelf in the near left clean and dust-free, books placed in order, a comfy bed far left and a window far middle in the wall that provides a decent birds-eye view with a computer set in the right, flat-screen, complete with necessary hardware, closet, middle left, with a large mirror, and some hygienic stuff.

As he put down his bag, he gazed at the clock, showing it's 4:25. "I think I'll take a nap." He said to himself as he tucked in the bed after changing his clothes. As soon as he lay down on the soft mattress, his body got offline for good.

A bright light emanated from his side that caused his wake. He scratched his spiky hair as he looked at the clock, pointing its hands that tell him it's 6:00 PM. He tilted his head lazily to the right, and sprang up when he saw something that is scientifically impossible. A portal that is in perfect circle. It has a thin, bright border, while in its middle shows an image of a grassy hill. As he examined the details carefully, he saw spears, and helmets made of gold, with a brush on top of it. Strangely, it seemed so familiar.

He said in a sleepy voice, "Dafuq is a portal doing here?"

He came up with an idea. He crossed his two hands with two fingers, and said, "Wood clone Jutsu!"

He stared at the portal, and then to his clone, saying "Stay here. You are a repeating clone. You can send info anytime to me while I'm away. You also can't disappear until I dispel you so. For the meantime, act as the real me. Do leisure and productive activities, okay? And send me the info you gathered right before you sleep. I'm gonna go to Equestria."

"Got it." His clone replied. A hand seal was performed by the clone to create another clone.

Max put on his travelling set, then wore the Akatsuki robes he made. He carried a lot of kunai and shuriken, different kinds of explosive tags and explosives, and a large roll of wire string. As he inhaled and exhaled, he braced himself. "Hello, Equestria." The clone's clone and Max jumped into the portal, and it closed, leaving no trace of anything happened recently.


So, do you like it? I'm gonna release chapters every week because of school days. But anyway, I'm working on the next chapter. Sorry again for grammar mistakes because, second language.