Here's a new story, everyone.
It's a Naruto/Samurai 7 crossover. I'm currently writing more chapters for it, and probably won't post number 2 until I finish another of my stories. This is just something like a teaser, to get some people interested in this. I'll probably write the rest of it later, in a couple months when I finish a story, or very soon. Also, just a warning to you, the title might change.
Summary: At the Kyuubi's sealing, the Third Hokage showed everyone the boy the Nin-Tailed Fox was sealed into. A week later, he was left in the wilderness to starve and die, by the village's decision. A traveler soon passes by, and hears the cries of Naruto. The man with blonde hair takes Naruto in, and raises him as something of an apprentice. As he grows older, Naruto learns that some days and some nights, that some live and some die. As a samurai, that is his only purpose, his only goal. To learn how to follow orders.
If the last part seems familiar, just know that I got that from the song Battlecry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Samurai 7, or anything you may recognize here.
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Chapter 1: The Normal Excuse for Prologues
The Kyuubi approached the gates of Konoha, its massive tails flowing behind it, slamming into the ground to cause shockwaves.
The shinobi at its feet fell by the hundreds, dying beneath the Nine-tailed fox's power. Screams of pain sounded in the air, as the shinobi gave their dying breaths to save their village. Cries of sadness washed over them, as they saw friends, comrades, and lovers lose their lives to the beast.
Still, the shinobi pressed on. This was their duty. This was what they had been trained to do. To follow orders.
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He looked out to the battlefield from the roof of the hospital, holding the empty blanket in his arms. He nearly winced, as he heard the cries and shouts of his people. People he had sent to their deaths, just to stall for time. It seems their sacrifices would be pointless, as they were being slaughtered, not at all deterring the fox.
The door burst open behind him, slamming into the wall as he heard footsteps come up behind him.
"Gaki," His former sensei panted, as the Yondaime Hokage turned to face him. He held out the blanket, and turned his head away.
He didn't want to do this. There were hundreds of other babies born today, so why did it have to be his son.
He felt the weight go in his arms, as he wrapped the blanket up, to protect his son from the cold.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jiraiya asked, after regaining his breath. He tried to plead with his student, hoping he would change his mind, "Isn't there any other way?"
The Yondaime Hokage sighed, as he stared at the boy in his arms. He was small, and would probably be small until he was older. Even though he had been born hours ago, he had a small mop of blonde hair sitting atop his head. His eyes were closed, sleeping and oblivious to the rest of the world. Before hand, he had drawn the seal onto his navel, the seal that would ensure his village's safety, and his son's doom.
"I don't want to do this." He told Jiraiya truthfully. "I really don't. But if I don't, no one else will."
He started walking forward, to the side of the hospital roof and prepared to summon Gamabunta, before Jiraiya's hand laid upon his shoulder. "Then let me do it," He told him, "Let me give my life, so this boy has one."
The Yondaime's eyes widened, as he looked to the white haired man. "Let me do it, gaki. I don't want that boy to suffer."
The Yondaime shook his head quickly, "No. You can't go through with the sacrifice."
"Why not!" Jiraiya cried, desperate to change his student's mind. "You can't do this!"
"You're… just too old." The Yondaime gave him a smile, before jumping off the hospital roof, and summoning Gamabunta in the air. He landed on his head, telling the frog boss to go to the battlefield, where they would fight together one last time.
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He walked like a zombie through the wasteland of bodies, as he shuffled or stepped over them, intent on reaching his goal.
At last he got there, and kneeled down. His former student lay there, dead. He had a smile on his face, and his eyes were closed. In his arms, there lay a small child.
He picked him up, as a crowd of people rushed over, to see what had befallen their Yondaime.
He mindlessly picked up the bundle, not caring as people crowded around him.
He held it up to his face, and stared.
The boy was looking around curiously, his slanted and slitted eyes staring and taking in all the dead bodies and people around him. His hair was highlighted with red, and looked a little rougher. Across each of his cheeks, were three black whisker marks. On his stomach, the seal was there, though a small part of it seemed like it had been smudged, or at least wiped off.
He held it high above his head, to show the rest of the shinobi present.
"This, is the Yondaime's son!" He proclaimed to them, looks of skepticism and anger written on their faces. "Your Hokage died to protect us, and sacrificed his only son to seal the Nine-Tailed fox inside! He would have expected this boy to be a hero, as he was! So, my fellow shinobi, let this treat this boy as a hero, and the last living legacy of our Yondaime Hokage!"
He had expected cheers to follow his proclamation, instead he got hell.
Shouts and screams of anger resounded across the battlefield, from every person there.
"That's not the Yondaime's son!"
"Yeah! That boy's the Kyuubi!"
"Demon! Beast! Monster!"
Those were the things they yelled. They demanded it's death, as it cried from the magnitude of their voices, acting as one.
A red wave pulsed over them, stemming from the boy as he cried. This only caused the crowd to respond even more angrily, and to demand the death of the "Demon" as soon as possible.
Jiraiya lowered the boy, cradling him in his arms. He looked at the Yondaime's body, and wondered why the hell he would sacrifice his life and son for this ungrateful village.
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"You can't kill him!" Jiraiya shouted, as he slammed his fist into the table, splintering it. "He's the Yondaime's son!"
"That boy," spat out Higura Hitomoe, one of the richest merchants in the city, one of council elected by the villager's, "Is a demon! He is not even human!"
Jiraiya held up the boy, as some of the council members back away, "Does this like a demon to you, you idiot!" He shoved the boy in Higura's face, as she backed away, disgusted by the mere thought of even being close to the boy. "Does it?"
The Sandaime sighed, as he watched Jiraiya shoving Naruto into the woman's face.
It was a week after the Kyuubi had attacked. They had discovered the boy Jiraiya held in his hands was definitely the Yondaime's son, as seen in the deceased Hokage's will. He had left everything he owned to the boy, including his special kunai set, and the secret of the Hiraishin no Jutsu, the Yondaime's personal technique, which he had used countless times to save lives.
Jiraiya had taken the boy immediately to him, and had asked what to do. The ninja were angry at the boy, thinking him to be the demon fox, and somehow, word had gotten to the villager's that the boy was really the Kyuubi reborn. They rioted in the streets, demanding the boy be sentenced to death.
"Jiraiya-san," called Danzo warily from his seat. He had been there the whole time, thinking of the situation from all points of view. Of course this boy wasn't the Demon Fox in disguise. If it was, it would have already killed them. "That's enough."
Jiraiya mumbled a few choice words to Higura, before returning to his seat and sitting down.
""Jiraiya-san." Hyuga Hiashi said, from the end of the table. "We have no choice. the boy has to die."
"No!" He screamed out loud, "You're not going to kill him!"
"Jiraiya, that's enough!" The Sandaimae screamed at him, shocking everyone. Already, a plan was forming in the man's mind. "He may not be the demon, and he may be the Yondaime's son, but you must think! The villagers do not like him, and will want him dead! Imagine if he grew up like that, under the hate and scorn of a village! He could very well harness the power of the Kyuubi, and turn on us!"
The Council members stood agape, looking at the Third Hokage in surprise. Just minutes before he had been naming all the reasons why they should keep him alive.
Jiraiya sat there speechless, as he looked at his sensei, who had a slight twinkle in his eye. He knew his sensei well, and he knew when he was planning something. Still, whatever his plan was, it had better be good.
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He brought him out, in the cover of the night, out of Fire Country, near the Earth Country border.
The Council had ordered his death, though they did not want to risk killing him there, for fear of awakening the Nine-Tailed Fox. Instead, using their devious minds, they planned for him to be left at the border for Iwa, just in case they were still sore after losing the war.
After the meeting, Jiraiya had taken him aside, and asked him his plan.
He told him that after a day, he would follow him to Iwa, where he would leave the boy. Then Jiraiya would take him, and train him to do whatever he wanted. To give him a life.
Behind the backs of the Council, he had also taken the set of special kunai the Yondaime had left for him, as a present. The boy's name was still attached to the box, because he was in a hurry to leave.
He reached the border, and set him there, behind a rock. Soon, he started crying, and the Sandaime patted him once on the head, before leaving the boy alone.
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He walked steadily and quietly along the mountain path, wandering.
The war had ended, many months ago, yet he had not found peace. He had wandered, hoping to find whatever it was he was searching for.
A cry distracted him from his musings, as he looked over, hands going to the blades on his back.
He drew them quickly and silently, years of drawing them making him able to avoid rubbing them along his sheath. He pressed himself against the wall, his mind calmly thinking of his situation.
'A cry, sounding like a baby. What would a baby be doing here? It smells like a trap.' He thought, as he moved closer to where the wails were coming from.
He jumped out, rushing to the sound of the voice, his battle driven instincts already making him move. He slashed down with the sword in his right hand, feeling as it carved its way through flesh, though not much.
He had killed many things in his life, and knew how it should feel when a sword was driven through someone's head. This cut only seemed to be a surface wound. He opened his eyes, and stared down in shock, flicking his sword to take the blood off it, then sheathing them both with a soft clink.
The baby was still alive, and was no longer crying. It seemed that by instinct, it had leaned back, and his blade had only slashed across the left side of his face, going down his eye and to his cheekbone. Still, that was impressive. He prided himself not on his strength, but on his skill and speed. For this baby to have instinctively dodged his blade…
He kneeled down, and examined the boy. He had a mop of blonde hair on his head, much like his own. He even had red colored highlights, much like his clothing, which was a crimson red coat, going down to his feet. From where he had slashed him, he was bleeding. It flowed down his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. Right at his naval, was a complex tattoo like thing, forming something of a spiral. His eyes traveled upwards, back to the boys face. On each side of the boys cheeks, there were six noticeable marks, three going across one side, three going across the other. He looked into the boys eyes, and found them blue and slitted, much like a fox's.
He looked around him, looking to see if anyone was near, to claim this child.
No one.
He looked back down at the boy, who was looking at him with curiosity. He didn't see it before, but a box was right beside the boy, with a tag on it.
He leaned over, grabbing hold of the tag. He read it once, and then looked over to the boy.
'He would make a fine apprentice.' He said in his mind, looking over at him once. It was true. The boy seemed to have natural skills, as if he had inherited him.
Making up his mind, he lifted him, taking the box with him, and holding the boy in his arms.
"Uzumaki Naruto…" Kyuzo said, looking down at the boy. It seemed hearing his name had caused the boy to smile, as if understanding its meaning.
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Well, there's chapter 1.
I'll probably post Shadow in the Leaves also, or I might not. Who knows?
This story will follow some of the Samurai 7 plot, but I won't say anything more. Sorry if the chapter was also a little weird, or seemed unrealistic in places. I'll probably go back and rewrite it. I just wrote this one chapter, to see if people were interested.
On a better note, Chapter 6 for Zero Pressure is going well for me, so expect it up a few days from now. I'm also working on the next chapters for the following stories: Hunter in the Night, Force of an Echo, and Shadow in the Leaves. The last story will be the same situation as this one, with me posting it just to see if people are interested.
Anyway, tell me if you see any inconsistencies, problems, have any questions, have suggestions, or if you just want to say something,
Dokugin
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