Author's Note:
Hello and welcome to my very first fanfiction. Do be warned this may very well contain improper grammar and or spelling errors. If you notice any of these please copy and paste it into the comment section below, and list what is wrong. Please no flaming or stealing. If you'd like to use parts of any of my stories simply ask, and as long as you do not completely steal the story then I will most likely say yes.
I do not own Naruto or Star Wars, duh.
Anyways this story takes place in the Star Wars the Clone Wars TV series created by Disney. May also continue on into Star Wars Rebels, undecided as of yet.
Pairings also undecided, but I will say this, I will never make yaoi content.
May contain rated M, maybe lemons, maybe not. Depends on what you all want.
Well, let's get this started.
Chapter 1: Awakening
Legend of the True Sith'ari
During the early days of the Clone Wars, on one dark and stormy night, we find ourselves within a Grand palace upon the planet of Serenno. Deep within the depths we find him, the Separatist leader, the fallen Jedi, the Sith Lord, Count Dooku and or as some few call him, Darth Tyrannus. But he's doing something he would only do for one man, and one man alone, his master the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Sidious. But for Sidious to appear in person is most unusual, for you see he usually contacts his agents and spies through his holoprojector, whatever has occurred must truly be of grave importance to the Sith.
"Welcome my Master, I have set the Commando Droids on high alert, and Ventress will be on watch for any Republic spies who may report your presence." Said Dooku
" Excellent my apprentice, we have much work to do and very little time in which to accomplish it. For you see our plans of eradicating the Jedi have changed." Replied Sidious cryptically.
" What could happen to alter what we have sought after for so long?"
"... A tremor, a wound in the force that has not been seen since the days of the first Sith Lords. Since the Great Rakatan Empire was at its height. Former Sith Lords that would whisper secrets from their Holocrons are now screeching, calling for him, hailing his arrival."
"My master I do not understand?"
" Tyrannus, if I had to explain everything to you we Sith would be destroyed by the Jedi long before I could finish! Now follow me, we are running out of time." And so they walked through the long corridors in deathly silence, Sidious keeping his mind shielded, and Dooku left to ponder on what his master said. After walking for some time they finally arrived at Dooku's private library, in which lies Great Darkside artifacts and holocrons of a bygone era.
" Now Dooku tell me, what do you know of the Sith prophecy."
" Only that supposedly the Sith King, the only Sith King to every live would be reincarnated one day, eradicate all his foes, destroy armies single handedly, and rule the galaxy and the force. That he would be reincarnated in the body of his direct descendent. And only his direct descendent." Said Dooku confused as to why his master would bring up this fairy tale.
"Yes and no, you see the prophecy is the same as the Jedi prophecy at their cores. A being of immense force aptitude would be born, and have a connection to the force greater than any other. This being would have a choice to make, follow the Dark, the Light, or walk the path of Revan and Kreia, the path of Grey." Said Sidious matter of factly.
Now catching on, and remembering what his master said earlier about the force tremor, Dooku realizes this being must have awakened their connection to the force. "Master if you felt this being presence then the Jedi must have as well, however I am curious, why did I not feeling this tremor?"
" You wouldn't have, even this early into the war has caused so much death and suffering that the force has become clouded and dark, making it is hard to sense such things. Only beings of my caliber of force mastery such as master Yoda for example could feel such power and tell it comes from a single being and not battles being waged. We must find this being, and ensure their path to the darkside is complete and preordained."
" Yes my master, I will dispatch Ventress, Cade Bane, and Grievous to this person's location, and bring them broken before me." Stated Dooku proudly.
"No you will not, those three will only ruin my plans. They are not known for their discretion, or high success rate when dealing with Master rank Jedi. We will send the great Jedi killer Durge to the sector I felt the tremor originate from. He will be discreet, he will remain hidden, and find this being at all costs."
"Your bidding be done my master. Where did the tremor originate from?"
"The Unknown Regions, upon the very fringe of the galaxy."
Location: Unknown
Sector: Unknown Regions.
Planet: Elementia
We find ourselves now on this backwater planet that has yet to achieve minor aerial propulsion and flight. A planet torn apart by constant world wars. In a great village, hidden in leaves, we find a young boy running for his life. But this is no uncommon occurrence to the boy, for every year on this day of all days, is when is life is truly threatened. When the local villagers are reminded of their loss at the paws of the great fox demon just some years ago. The boy has blond hair, cerulean blue eyes, and whisker marks on his face.
'Dammit, why me, why do they always do this?! Keep running, do not stop, run through the pain. Soon I will make to Grandpa's office and he will protect me. Run , Run, Run, RUUUN!'
Turn left, right, left, into alleyway to catch breath.
Exhaustion taking over, and sliding onto the ground. 'Finally I can breathe. Friggin villagers getting better at this. Must have a couple of those masked guys with em. Okay, only a few more blocks to go, and then I am safe. I wonder if -THERE HE HE IS! CATCH HIM! -SHIT!
Run ,run, run, run! GAHHH!
Just as he was about to escape the alley a throwing knife embedded itself within his lower thigh. Bleeding heavily through his clenched fingers, he looks up to see himself surrounded by the mob.
"Fucking demon, thought you could get away, think again dumbass." Said one obviously from the smell, drunk middle aged man.
"Time for the fun to begin." One by one each person began their vicious and rapid assault upon the defenseless boy. Some would slash at him with broken glass, others would simply kick and punch him. This lasted for a good half hour, until one person, a girl with pink hair shouted out, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"Fuck off girl, we are teaching this monster a lesson."
"He's no monster. He is my classmate, a goofy and a moron, but no monster. If anything you are the monsters!"
Silently the crowd then turned on the girl, "What's this, a demon sympathizer, men ya know what we do with em demon whores right?" "YEAH!" Cheered the vile men within the mob who began leering disgustingly so at the girl.
Now freighted and too afraid to move, the girl simply backup and collapsed onto her back. That is when they pounced upon her. Holding her arms and legs, so she can't get away. One particular fat balding one licked her face, from bottom to top of her right side.
Seeing what they were about to do, and becoming angry that his failure to escape has endangered this girl, but more so that these people, no fycking monsters would do this, to an innocent girl no less, he felt nothing but rage and hatred. He wanted these blood sacks before him to pop, to die for what they are attempting to do.
Feeling everything inside him, every painful and traumatic memory, every lonely birthday singing to himself, every night as a toddler crying himself to sleep. He wants them to suffer, to feel his pain, feeling pure raw instinct and a voice tell him what to do, he looked at them and began directing everything at the men. He shouted out eleven years worth of pain.
"NOOOOO!" While reaching out with his hands.
Almost as if on queue, they then suddenly froze, letting the girl go, clawing at their own throats. Almost like they stopped breathing. The rest of the mob slowly turned to the boy wary of him, but this was not the same brat they wanted dead. His eyes flashed red, then yellow, then turned into a permanent mix of the two. Those men affected suddenly dropped dead, and as soon they their bodies hit the floor, HE showed up in full battle regalia. The village leader and his personal protectors.
They were stunned at what they were seeing. This boy who normally would turn the other cheek when attacked, just finally unleashed his rage and pure hatred when an innocent was in boy simply reached out and crushed the throats of those men.
Slowly turning his eyes towards the rest of the crowd, the boy saw the familiar faces of those who have tormented him his entire life. Every glare, whisper, abuse, rotten food, every bad memory came bubbling to the surface.
"RAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" With a tremendous roar the boy pointed his fingers at them, and lightning shot out from his finger tips. A torrent of intense lighting bolts of red, black, yellow, blue, purple, orange, and white struck their targets, causing them to contort into positions that are inhumanly possible to take. The sound of bones splintering, muscles tearing, ligaments fraying, and eyes literally popping filled the alley. Some were even outright disintegrated, while others were sent flying into the alleyway walls.
After everyone in the mob died, the boy's eyes turned back to their normal hue.
With a finally deep breath he collapsed, but before he could hit the floor the Village leader caught him.
"Take the girl to the hospital, clean up this mess, and no one is to speak of this, understood!" Ordered their leader.
"Yes sir!" And with a swirl of leaves everyone was gone save the leader and the boy. The girl missing and what remained of the mob cleaned up.
"Oh Naruto, what has happened to you? What has happened to my grandson? I have failed you."
Shedding a single tear down his weary old face. Once the drop hit the ground he too disappeared, and all that remained in the alley was swirling leaves.
So tell me what you think. I know it is a bit short, but i intended it to be. The rest of the chapters will be, much, much longer.