Full summary: Did he found his salvation or was doomed to damnation? Before he can find out, he must learn to harvest the power to which to save the world. However, it might cost him his insanity and all he loves. Naruto with Elfen Lied themes.
A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the sequel to When the Storms Subside, Nothing to Fear! So many people were asking for this, it made me so happy! Ending WTSS was hard but I'm glad to continue it. So enjoy!
First, replies to some reviews:
Chornostorm: Yes, this is my only Naruto/Hinata story. And here's the second installment to it.
Ivellios: Here's the sequel! Like always, your reviews have always been a motivation to continue, even when I am in a slump. Thank you very much and I dedicate this chapter to you.
Syn'ri: Didn't use it because I wanted Lucy to sing it instead.
Ironman 7, noname00, GraityTheWizard: Here's the sequel.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Elfen Lied.
Vector One: The Judge
Listen…
Can you hear it? The steady beating of the earth, resonating like a human's heart. That of which remains with us even as we lie in the grave, as our bodies decay, our bones crumble, and nothing is left of us but our ashes. The noise in the ground that surrounds your soul, of which a person makes when their bodies are crushed or ripped apart, pain filling every nerve ending emitting a sound most foul. A scream? No, that is not it. For the sound of a scream is what a living person makes.
Yes, we are dead. Or at least I am. I did not have any epiphany or "living flashing before my eyes" sort of thing. I just died and that was that. All I could hear then was that sound, the sound of the world dying. It was lonely and I think I cried. I am not entirely sure but something did pour from my eyes in a torrent.
It's ironic. I was told (or least overheard) that all the tears had been beaten out of me. If Director Yakushi could only see me now…
I feel cold and in pain. I am confused. Do the dead feel anything at all? It was strange.
Oh yeah. I forgot. I was reborn. That's right. Reborn as the pure prince of the BIJUs. My name is Naruto Uzumaki. My father is a traitor, and my mother is the woman who loved him. I was forced into this existence because of that love, and I had to give up the only person I would ever love.
I have to save the world, I have to save humanity. That's what Gaia said. I have the power to change history. That's what my father and his cronies say. But really, I don't plan to do what they want.
I'm going to do what I want. The world and humanity be damned. Ready or not, General. Here I come.
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"All rise! Court is in session."
The persons surrounding the small pedestal stood at the cue, all solemn and crapped in the small space. All bowed their heads in solemn respect, as someone walked towards the pedestal, standing behind it and waited as the plaintiff and the defendant stood opposite sides. The short stature was overlooked by the pure pressure of integrity and cold judgment that emitted from the person, dressed entirely in white robes with a crown of which cloth hung obscured the face. Such a small person and yet already both the plaintiff and defendant quivered in fear and awe, both hoping their cases convincing enough to sway the person their way.
"Let the trail began. Hanabachi vs. Takama. Sir Takama has brought Sir Hanabachi today on the charge of arson with the intent to kill him as he slept. Begin with the plaintiff, Sir Takama!"
Takama, a big man with a bald head wearing a hakama of flowers that looked new, rose bravely to the stand. "Three nights ago, I had laid upon my bed to sleep when I smelled the acrid smell of smoke. Naturally, I go to seek the source, when I found the bastard in the act, spilling gasoline all over my belongings in the living room and lighting it."
"Do you have the container of which he used to carried it?" asked the solemn judge.
"Right here, Sire." The attending security held the said object in his hands, encased in plastic coating to contain the evidence within. He handed it over to the white person who held it in one hand. The object appeared glow for a moment before the object was returned.
"Sir Hanabachi, to what have you prepared for your defense?" The judge turned towards the defendant, nothing in the tone of voice or stance of what the object had meant in this trail.
"Sire, it was a mistake. As you may have seen, it was not oil but water I had spilled. You know me, Sire, as a clumsy oaf around the barracks! I don't know how the fire started but I had no hand in it!" protested Hanabachi.
"Your evidence?"
"The can, of course! It contains no oil."
The audience around shook their heads at the defendant ; his third mistake. The first was coming here on a lie, the second wasting this particular judge's time, and the third, giving a stupid excuse for the spilled liquid. This trial was over the moment it was announced.
"Sir Hanabachi, you are to die by Sir Takama in retaliation for your near murdering him. Make the deed, Sir."
"But Sire! I-" The man's body exploded and the audience backed away before any of the gore hit them. Soft comments were made, following the cruel judge as they past the gloating Takama, who wiped his blade clean of his rival's blood.
The doors closed behind the security and the judge was left alone to think over pathetic trial. It hadn't been worth the time or effort the judge had given. Finally, a hand was lifted to tear the crown from the head, allowing for waves of black hair to fall. Faint, lavender tinted eyes that were hard with fatigue and burden of being the judge of this rotten place.
The last, Hyuuga judge.
"Judge Hyuuga?"
The young teenage girl turned to the sound of her title. She came faced to face with one of the Elders, the group of people with knowledge and heritage of the old ways. The one in front of her was Sasori, an impatient red haired man with an affinity for puppetry. It was said that his own nephew was the container of the first BIJU. However, those were only rumors.
"Yes, Master Sasori? Are you in need of something?" the girl asked politely.
"Your presence in the Great hall is needed. The famed prince of ours has finally arrived," the man rasped, as though talking was a waste of his time.
Her eyes widened, the only reaction to his words on her face. She nodded and returned the crown to her head. "Right away, Master."
"Then hurry up. I hate waiting." Turning, Sasori began to lead the way, not even looking back to see if the girl followed. Both were left to their thoughts, both of the prince.
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The wind roared over head, as though rejoicing over the fact that the two had survived their wounds. The plane came to a stop still as the propellers lessened and the engine died. The door was opened and out jumped two men, one after another, a blonde one with a large bang shielding his left eye and a tall blue skinned man, huge and incredibly lethal in appearance. The two set up a ramp staircase so that the others that remained can come down.
First came a red haired teenager, bandaged up almost like a mummy. His movements were slow, though filled with pain yet nothing appeared on his face. He was helped along by the blue man, yet his hold seemed to cause more pain as a grimace formed on his face.
Time after he descended the stairs, another teenager came out, blonde as well only his stood in spikes. He, too, was bandaged just as heavily as the first boy, yet he moved fluidly, as if he didn't feel them. There seem to be something about the boy that made it as though he was something else, someone else, an otherworldly force that was rudely born into this world.
"Welcome to Los Angeles, Naruto-kun," the last man, a black haired stoic person, told the boy from behind. "The start of your kingdom."
Naruto looked up towards the sky, noticing how similar it was compared to the one back there. The land of his birth where she was waiting for him.
"It smells like shit."
A/N: Finally, the first chapter! Sorry for the long wait, guys, but a lot of things had been going on and starting this was bit of a hassle for me, seeing how it was hard how to exactly start it. I wasn't really sure how to introduce the ice queen Hanabi. Well, tell me what you think, guys, and I'll concentrate on the next chapter. Tootles!