Hey guys. Its finally break and I can write again. But don't worry for those of you who were looking forward to a new The Broken Ones update it's coming soon. Probably after Christmas. This was something that a friend of mine was interested in. I was telling her about Naruto and she decided she wanted to do a crossover. The only problem was that she knew jack shit about Naruto. So we're co-writing this one. I hope you like it. I've only seen this Idea done once I'm loving it. So I doing the same sorta thing. But in a different way. I hope you like it.
Annoyed. That pretty much summed up how Naruto Uzumaki was feeling at the moment. One second he was messing around with Flying Thunder God seal array, using Jiraiya's and his father's notes, and the next second it explodes and he wakes up to find himself in some city.
Now he hadn't been the sharpest kunai in the set in his early years and even into his teens but he had made it a point to become much smarter. And he had. He was on his way to Hokage before this mess. But that's not really important. The point was that he was smart and knowledgeable enough to know that seals could do some pretty impossible things. Things like hold back a millennia old chakra beast powerful enough to create tsunami's and level mountains with just a swipe of it's tails. So it wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume that they could transport a person to another world or dimension. And that was exactly what Naruto had assumed happened.
The reason he thought this was because no one in this new place spoke his language. Or at least not exactly. He was able to hold a conversation with a man who spoke a language called Japanese. It was quite similar but still had differences. And through this man he was able to learn English.
The man's name was Frederick Chase. Frederick was able to teach him English over the span of six months. It was around that time that he told Frederick about himself. It was only right because the man had let him room with him and provided for him. At first his friend didn't believe him and called him crazy. That was before Naruto showed him the Shadow Clone. Frederick had promptly fainted after this particular revelation but woke up soon after.
But then Frederick started asking limitless questions about where the blonde came from and the culture; mostly the military aspect. Naruto was happy to answer his friend's questions but he knew he had to work on becoming a part of society. He had thought it would have been hard but it was quite the opposite. All he had to do was use Genjutsu and ninja skills. Very soon Naruto had taken the oath and recited the pledge of allegiance and was an official citizen of the United States.
That brought him to the present and why he was annoyed. He was broke. No money. None. And he couldn't rely on Freddy, his nickname for Frederick, forever. He didn't want to work. That wasn't his style. He had become too much like Jiraiya for that to ever work !
'That's it!' he thought as he sat on the small couch in Freddy's dorm room. He reached into the pouch he had on him when he was transported to this place and he pulled out a small green book. The Tale of a Gutsy Ninja was the first book Jiraiya had ever written. In Naruto's opinion it was bestseller material but it had never taken off back home. However, Naruto figured that was because about eighty percent of men in the Elemental Nations were closet perverts that only enjoyed reading smut. And Naruto wasn't about to republish Icha Icha. He would never let that abomination loose in this world. So that's what he would do. He would republish Jiraiya's book and then write a few of his own based on his own experiences.
Naruto smiled to himself, "Ok! No more being dead broke. But first. Coffee." With that said he found Freddy's wallet and took out a few bucks. He'd be able to repay him later. Probably. He smiled and set out for downtown San Francisco.
...
She sighed, sipping slowly on her latte. Her dark hair was tucked up into a red beret, which matched her red and cream plaid shorts. Blending was crucial when one was as she was. She felt masculine eyes upon her from almost every side, and rolled her own. Strife and discord. Chaos.
She turned her eyes upon a classic surfer, and his eyes went blank. He suddenly walked into the center of the coffee shop and did the Funky Chicken all the way out the door. She sighed and relaxed, sipping at her latte again. There was one less problem. But there was always another that showed up to replace him.
She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, then crossed them again. She rolled her shoulders and tried to relax, tried to blend. But her goddess-temptations demanded to be scratched. She smiled as another blonde-haired blue-eyed youth replaced the surfer she had sent out the door dancing. Her eyes narrowed with interest, flashing red for a split second. There was something about him, something hiding. Something her libido liked.
She smirked softly, deciding to fuck with him. Just enough to test that chaos in his heart. She chuckled. She hadn't spent this much time scheming since the beginning of the Trojan War.
He was no Paris, but instead of a golden apple, he would get a golden coffee. He placed his order, eyes darting around, not nervous, but observatory. When she felt his eyes sweep her body, she moved, very slightly, but enough that his eyes darted back to her, back to her dark eyes, her neckline, her tattoos...
She focused on the barista taking his order. Something simple. She liked that in a man. Kept things less complicated. All he wanted was an espresso. BOR-ING. She smirked, and gently, carefully, twisted the Barista's hand on the cashier to a Venti, Vinalla Soy Decaf Latte with extra whip cream. She sipped at her drink again, and sat back to watch the scene.
He stood there for a while, and seemed to realize his order was taking longer than needed. He began to drum his fingers impatiently on the counter, rolling his eyes. When he was handed the cup, covered in black markings in the baristas rapid handwriting, he arched an eyebrow, then took a weary sip. His eyebrows shot up and he frowned.
She chuckled, her eyes narrowed in mischief. He carefully set down the cup, and his eyes turned... Different. He was turned away from her, so she couldn't exactly see their colour, but could tell they had gone from blue to another. She frowned and watched with fascinated eyes as he reached over the counter, and while the baristas back was turned, flipped a switch on the steamer. The air was quickly filled with hot water vapor, and the smoke alarms went crazy. A magnificent din was raised as the sprinklers came on, and the coffee shop was evacuated with the speed of lightning. She watched him run, pretending to be startled, and then upset that he was wet.
She started to laugh, long, deep hearty laughs. Her shirt may have been clinging to her like soaked second skin, but she could care less. A little bit of chaos always made her feel better. And gods, she knew she needed it. Then his eyes turned to her laughter, again scanning her tattoos, her neckline, the way her chest was moving because of her laughter. Her breath caught in her throat as she met his eyes, then she smiled shyly, but she let her eyes sparkle naughtily. What had she found now?
...
Why was she laughing? That one thought kept running through the blonde's head as he watched the woman. He should have ruined her day by pulling that little stunt, but she looked happy as if she had just won the lottery. Ok. Now she wasn't laughing anymore. But she seemed to be staring at him like a lioness would a wounded antelope; like she was ready to pounce on him and tear his throat out, or do something less violent but equally as frightening to his naive virgin mind.
Naruto pivoted around on his right foot and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, intent on getting as far away from the lady as possible. He was able to get a couple steps away before her voice rung out and made him freeze.
"I saw what you did back there."
Naruto sighed and looked back with an apologetic look on his face, "Look lady. I'm sorry about your clothes but they mucked up my order and I'm running on fumes as it is. I don't have enough money for that crap."
The woman just chuckled walked towards him sensually, "I said I saw what you did. I never said that I didn't like it. I liked it very much in fact. It was very...chaotic."
Naruto gulped as she got closer. She was really pretty and her wet clothes were not helping his case in the least. He tried to keep his eyes on her face as she walked towards him but he was failing miserably. He also managed to notice that she was smirking at him. Before he knew it the woman, who he had never met, was latched onto his arm. Naruto felt a surge tear through him as she touched him. It felt like lightening and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. But most of all, it made him feel vulnerable. He didn't know where it was coming from, but this woman had power in her. Lots of it.
"So. Do you like what you see?"
The sound of the woman's sultry voice brought Naruto back to reality. He couldn't help but be smothered by the woman's presence and aura. It was warm but also very charged and erratic. For some reason it felt similar to how he felt when he used Kurama's chakra. And that put him on guard. However, despite his suspicion, the woman's close proximity had him flustered. His reply to her question came out weak as he stumbled over his words, "I think you a-are very pretty. Much more so th-than other ladies I've s-seen."
The woman's eyes sparkled with michevious delight as she reached up with her right hand and traced the line of the blonde's jaw slowly with her index finger. Again, the electric surge ripped its way through Naruto's body and sent shivers down his spine as goosebumps rose on his skin.
"Awww. Such a sweet thing to say. You're such a gentleman," the woman whispered smugly, "You aren't too bad yourself, blondie." She stood on her tip toes and whispered huskily into his ear, "In fact, I would say that you are rather ravishing."
Naruto felt the heat rise into his neck and continue onto his face before finally pooling under his eyes in a bright red blush. He had to get away from this woman. She was confusing him and fucking with his head big time and he could tell that she was enjoying every second of it. He did the only thing he could think of and pulled the woman into his arms so that his hands were concealed behind her back.
The woman 'eeped' before looking up at him with an annoyed smirk, "Well, someone is certainly bold. First you get me soaking wet and now you do this. I don't even know your na-" The woman was cut off as the muscular blonde in front of her disappeared in a orange flash of light. Her smirk became an angry scowl.
Naruto leaned onto one of the giant trees of the Redwood forest that he had teleported to. He took in deep breaths and the flush slowly faded from his face. He sighed and started walking back towards the bridge. Walks were good for thinking and he had a lot to think about.
...
Her eyes narrowed in displeasure. Whatever... Animalistic... Part of him that was the center of the chaos that surrounded him... She wanted it. Badly. She smirked suavely, and began to calculate a way to get even with him. She turned away from the coffee shop, irritatedly drying her clothes, and changing them.
She turned down a dark alley, her hair pulled away from her face, braided to the back of her head, letting it hang free there. Now she wore black, a halter top that ended below the arch of her ribs, and tight black shorts that were as short as they came. She was whistled at, but paid no attention to it. She had a fixed destination in her mind, and at the end of the alley, turned back to the mouth of the alley and grinned at the people who had cat called after her, and vanished into a whisp of silver fog that dissipated in mere seconds.
She reappeared, crouched in a pile of dead leaves, with no sound. She watched him move through the forest, hands stuck in his pockets. She frowned. He moved like a warrior. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes darted to the shadows, watching for anything that might show itself and prove its idiocy.
She smirked, and her body shrank, covering itself with fur as her nose elongated and she grew a tail. She bounded through the leaves, a little black fox with amber eyes and a white-tipped tail. She let her pink tongue hang out of her mouth as she ran ahead of him,curling up in the roots of a giant redwood.
He walked past, kicking a small rock he had found on the trail, still scanning the shadows for any anomaly. She shut her eyes quickly, as he passed her, careful to remain absolutely still.
When she could see no more of the front of his shirt, she crept from her hiding spot and bolted after him. His ears twitched, and he rounded to face her, his stance defensive. She tucked her tail between her legs and flattened her ears, her wet little nose twitching in curiosity. She crept toward him, and took his pant leg in her teeth and tugged, bounding away. When he didn't follow, she returned, meek and cautious, tugging his pant leg harder, then leading him away again. He followed hesitantly, and she rolled in the leaves, trying to taunt him into chasing her. When he finally picked up the pace to a jog, she began to dart in and out of the trees like she owned them, making him veer off course suddenly, randomly.
Chaotically.
A briar thicket was her destination, a small tunnel having been dug into it, so only an animal about her size could enter. When she arrived, panting with exertion, and crawled into the thorns, she froze wondering if he would follow. She somehow turned around without getting pricked, and stuck her head out the small opening. She yelped at him, and made the closest thing she could to a smile while in this form, before entering the thicket.
She crawled slowly through the thicket, having heard him enter behind her. She crawled at ad faster, so all he ever saw was her white tipped tail vanishing around a corner. She then started to run, and he started to curse, struggling through the barbed plant with some creative vocabulary.
When he did emerge into the enter of the thicket, all he saw was her, submerged in a natural spring of crystal clear water, back in her mortal form. She was combing the braid out of her hair with her fingers, humming softly to herself, the smooth, pale skin of her back only interrupted by the dark ink of her tattoo. She heard him stop, and draw in a breath. She smiled, and stopped humming. She did not turn her body, but dropped one shoulder to growl at him, "How dare you even begin to think that you could run. No man ever flees my grasp."
The power and ferocity in his voice made her shiver, and she could feel the blonde's eyes on her. "I don't know what game this is. I dont want to play anymore."
She moved toward him, staying within her pool, resting her arms on the banks. "I think you do. If you win, there's a prize to be had."
He stiffened. She raised herself out of the pool, and sat on the bank, still turned away from him. He said angrily, making her shiver again, making fire run through her limbs. "You're going to tell me who you are. Now." He was making demands of her. Her eyes flashed red. How dare he.
She turned over her shoulder, letting her torso follow her, showing him a side profile. "My name is Aella. It's Greek." She could feel his eyes on her, and longed for them when they darted around the thicket, as if waiting for something to attack him.
"My name is Na-"
She stood and walked toward him, and he froze mid-name. She could care less. "It doesn't matter. I know what you are - and that's what matters."
He got tense again. Dammit.
"Remember if you play - you could win the prize." She laced her fingers in his, and he grew even more tense, ever so slightly leaning away from her, his stance still defensive and on edge.
He frowned, looking her up and down. She watched relief flood his eyes when he saw her bikini, which nearly matched her skin tone. He looked back to her face, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "What am I, then? What do you know?"
She stretched up, her eyes turning heated. She put her lips close to his ear, her hand on his shoulder. "I know you are a man." He shuddered, and she slowly began to move her hand over his right pectoral, down toward his navel. "I also know you have never known the..." He inhaled sharpley, and she stopped moving her hand, and drew it away from his waistband. "Never imagined..." She pressed herself closer, and his arms were around her; hands in the small of her back. She released a small sound of surprise, and pulled away, but his arms were like iron. She took another step back, actively fighting him, but he moved with her, his eyes locked on her face.
Her eyes flashed, and without thinking about it, she struck him, moving like a cobra, her hiss of displeasure echoing through the forest. He released her, then something happened, something that she had not expected. He moved so fast, all she saw was a blur, then he towered over her, hand drawn back into a tight fist, his eyes hard, angry and bright red with slitted pupils.
She saw a sudden flashback, another man who had towered over her with his fists drawn back, his eyes burning like two live coals embedded in his skull. He had struck her before, when she was young, when she was weak. When she couldn't protect herself.
He swung down, but didn't connect. He managed to stop himself, and she watched, tense, as his eyes flickered back and forth between blue and red. He turned away from her, and got back down on his hands and knees ready to crawl back through the briars.
"Strike me!"
He turned to her, looking confused. "Why?"
She grabbed him by the back of the shirt and hauled him to his feet, and snarled into his face. "You aren't even man enough to strike me? A helpless female?"
He snarled. "Real men don't abuse females."
She smacked him, raising a welt on his face with the flat palm of her hand. "What have you got between your legs?" His eyes were red again. She could care less. "Strike me!"
"No."
"You neutered little son of a bitch! There's nothing there, is there?!" She made a motion like she was jacking off, then her fist exploded in his general direction. She snarled, and strode toward him, her own eyes dark and dangerous. He watched her approach him, his stance tensed and his eyes red. She drew back, and swung forward. He snarled, smacked her wrist out of the way, grabbed her shoulder in a pincer-like hold and drove her to the ground.
He put his knee in the small of her back, pinning her to the cold, hard ground, with her arms twisted behind her back. She whimpered, and feeling him over her, dominant and tense, and so obviously dominant was enough to send her over the edge.
She whimpered, and hid her face. She disappeared, vanishing into silver smoke, leaving no trace of herself behind.
...
Naruto picked up himself up off the ground and ran a hand through his blonde locks as he let out a sigh. He took a look at his surrounding and noticed that the sun was getting lower in the sky.
He looked at the ground where the woman used to lay and grimaced in displeasure, "Aella. I have a feeling that I'll be seeing more of her. And I'm not sure whether or not that's a good thing."
He disappeared in an orange flash and reappeared in front of Freddy's dorm. When he entered the actual room he noticed Frederick on the couch with the biggest smile on his face and in comparison, Naruto had a rather large frown. They locked eyes as they both spoke at the same time.
"You won't believe the day I had. I met this girl..."
Naruto looked at his friend strangely before sighing and sitting down next to him. He made himself comfortable and motioned for Freddy to continue, "You first..."
So I'm assuming you know who Frederick is. If you do then you understand why I had him be the one to find/take in Naruto. And I'll give a shout out to whoever can guess who the goddess Naruto meets is. But yeah. I can't take total credit for this amazingness. My friend who was aforementioned did Aella's parts.
So review and all that jazz so I can feed my ego or go cry in a corner somewhere dark. Don't be too cruel.
P.S. I hope it wasn't too cliche for your likings. I didn't think it was.