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HELLO WORLD TO MY FIRST FANFICTION! I got this idea when I was reading a crossover story and I thought, why not make my own? Did that, failed, did this, and wondered if I can make it really good. I have no other story, so I can update fast, I think. Depends since I wrote this on my phone, and I REALLY hate typing on a small screen. So without further ado, read on my fellow fans!

Chapter 1

You know you're having a shitty day when your brother dearest wants to kill you and ends up transporting you to another dimension...or time. This all just happened when Indra, my older brother, was a sore loser and couldn't believe that his younger sibling was stronger than him.

Ha, suck it Indra.

What happened at first was not an exaggeration, it started out when my old man spouts out a boring speech of peace, tranquility, and that other stuff old people say when they're dying. Then he just out right said something that will change my life forever, give or take an eternity or two.

"Ashura, you have realized the value of hard work, determination, and blah blah blah blah..."

What, you thought I was listening?

"-you are my successor."

Once he said these words, I KNEW he just indirectly said I was stronger than Indra. I took a glance at Indra, and I swear I could see his anger rolling in waves. He then spoke in his most formal, annoying dialect,

"Father, you choose to have Ashura as your successor? I believe I'M more worthy to be your heir, as I am more stronger, more mature and-"

"Yo Indra, he chose ME! Not you, me. Doesn't that mean IM stronger than you? I mean, if he-"

"ENOUGH"

Wow, even on his death bed, Dad still has enough breath to scold us

"Indra, you are still my eldest son, yet you lust for power, and you do not understand my dreams and ideals like Ashura does. Ashura understands my goals to unite all people and work together as a whole. That is why you are not my successor."

Aw shucks, thanks Dad. I feel all warm and happy inside.

"I see." said Indra. "Then I will go."

He departs out of the room, shutting the door, loudly mind you.

"So, uh, do I go after him or-"

"Leave him. He is just distraught that he was not chosen as my heir," Old Man Sage said.

I stared at him into those weird purple eyes he calls the Rinnegan.

"So I DON'T go after him? Thats cool with me ya know, and thanks for making me your heir Old man. I am honored."

I saw him smile in amusement, chuckling inside that his youngest son is so rude and informal to him. I grinned at him, tears in my eyes, knowing what he was thinking. We both said our tearful goodbyes, him closing his eyes as though he were asleep. I went to sleep in my room, crying myself to sleep, and ready to hear Indra's complaint in the morning. What I didn't know was that the Old Man would disappear a day later, never to be seen again.

That same day, I was challenged by Indra, take a guess why, to see who is more worthy to be Father's heir. I accepted, knowing I could win and to see the look on Indra's face when I win.

Thats when I knew something was wrong; Indra was looking at me with anger, usually he's almost always stoic, and he had his sword poised, stance ready to attack with the intent to kill.

I unsheathed my shakujo, a ringed staff with a sphere on tope with rings attached and held it at Indra.

Nothing moved, then both of us blurred to each other.

*Clang* *Clang* *Clang*

I blocked all three of Indra's strikes in succession, all the while seeing his face grow more outraged by the second.

Indra tsked. He jumped back and activated his Sharingan, a mutation of the Rinnegan. He usually had three tomoes and a red iris, but now, he had a swirl replacing the tomoes.

I jumped back, shakujo at the ready. I knew Indra had something up his slee-

"SUSANOO!"

OI, Be a little more considerate when Im having an internal dialogue here!

I looked up, yep, up. Indra was smirking, that god awful smirk that made me want to punch his face every time, in what looked like a purple warrior with a long nose and armor similar to our villages' militia.

...I can work with this.

"Say hello to my perfect Susanoo Ashura. Make sure die as painfully as possible for me." As he said that, he unsheathed two katanas from his shoulders, two long katanas ready to pierce, slice, and stab me in many ways possible.

Ok, not so bad.

"AMETERASU!"

Black flames enveloped both swords, creating what looked like a very painful way for me to die.

Ok, I might have a problem here.

"These flames are hotter than the Sun itself Ashura! Prepare yourself!"

...Hotter than the Sun huh?

Yup, Im fucked.

How was it? Good? Bad? Needs ALOT of work? Why not review for me so I can write better? Also, can I have some help or advice from from betas or better writers? Thanks! Stay tuned for another chapter of My Best Friend Ashura!