An: my first story :)

english is my first language but my mastery of it is kinda poor cause I speak two languages.

Tbh I don't even know why I wrote this but I had a lot of ideas in my head which involved Azula finding Naruto at different ages and I finally decided to write one on after the fire lords defeat. I also find it veryunrealistic that Zuko was able to hold his own against Azula because she was given advanced training and strived for perfection while he struggled to try to learn the concepts. So, I'm throwing my own twist in. Criticisms are welcomed and lessons to help improve my grammar will be gladly accepted.

Disclamer: Avatar the last airbender and Naruto belong to their own respective owners. I own nothing.

'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

Flashbacks

She has lost. Lost her prestige, her power, her father's favor. So when given one good thing just one, even when it may not be so, she takes hold of it and never lets go.

Thinking back she knew when she had lost everything, her fathers betrayal only cemented it. The last one in a long line of betrayals. First, mother's at the age of nine, brothers's at ten, uncle's at eleven her two best friend's at fourteen and lastly her father's at fifteen. All her life she had been betrayed. For what? Wanting attention? Wanting praise? For wanting to be wanted?

She had always known that the actions she took while following her father was wrong. She was a prodigy. Thus, she obviously knew that her actions would be considered unethical. In fact, she had known from a young age and couldn't be bothered. Acting out was just one way she could get attention and she basked in it. After all, she always only got let off with a light punishment and she also got recognition she craved, no matter how insignificant, from her father; a scolding here and there, a reminder not to act out again yet always he would spend some of his precious time with her, for her. It was why she kept acting out to get his attention, however short, because at least he gave her some unlike both her mother and brother. Was it so wrong that all she wanted, all she cared about was his approval especially since her mother had not bothered to give her any? As a little girl only wanting the same undivided attention she turned to her other parent even if it would be a grave mistake.

She had spent many sleepless nights refining her persona, her personal prodigious ability to split her own yin and yang, to split her mind from her body, to split what she really was from how she outwardly acted. (She still remembers smirking cruelly in the throne room as she burned a traitor to death. Than crying herself to sleep once back in the confines of her royal chambers. Still remembers how the mask snaps when her only two friends betray her. How she raged outwardly in public only to breakdown in to tears in her self-imposed isolation) Years of perfecting the outside mask allowed her to master lightning near instantly by seamlessly splitting her ying and yang, her mind from her body. Hours spent outside training after dark, unseen by her brother or mother, to further her already prodigious ability helped her discover a whole new branch of firebending arts, a precision art she now unconsciously performed that focused flames to such a high extent they turned blue.

And for what? Her pride? Definitely! Recognition? Of course! A chance to show off, to prove that she was undeniably the best of her generation? Her goal her life dream. But all of that, all of that she would put aside just for a chance, a chance to gain her father's favor and time whenever she wanted because all these aspects of hers, all these traits, she had developed to be the perfect child to her father. The perfect weapon for his use.

Her sadism, her cruelty a farce. Her narcissism and overconfidence, a defense mechanism. Her ability to push aside her empathy, to not pity traitors or fools, all a tool to serve her father more efficiently.

Did she truly believe in her right to rule? No. But because her father said she was his chosen, she had believed. The fire lord was right because he was father and because he had believed her ability to rule to be true it was so.

Than he betrayed her.

"Azula you have failed me. Why did you even request to see me?" His frown covered the visible parts of his face, shadowed by the dimming outside light.

'Father! I tried I really did if not for that meddling water-bender.' She tried to say. She was out of breath struggling, unable to breath, she had followed his orders to the letter and tried to execute but messed up at the last step and he was blaming her for her first and last moment of incompetence.

"The perfect fire-bender I raised, raised with resources from all over fire country lost to an outcast with limited diminishing resources and one teacher in the form of an old fool." She saw him turn away, his back facing her, as if to turn away from his greatest failure, his greatest embarrassment to denounce her even after her steadfast loyalty, though he employed inefficient fools like admiral Zhao.

'FATHER I TRIED!' She tried to say but the words were caught in her throat and her body constricted by full body binds to prevent her from moving a muscle.

"Obviously you are not the chosen than, if you lost to that fool. Get out of my sight, you are a disgrace. I have no use of you."

He fully turned and all that faced her was his back broad, tall as though he had committed no fault.

'FATHER NO!' A last effort to try to gain his attention to see if he would try to change his mind on his betrayal.

"Your useless leave."

"Ahhhhhhhh" Azula hears the sound finally leave her throat, her agony streaming out in one long stream as the specter of her father hovers over her. Always reminding her of her first and last mistake in service to him.

"She's hyperventilating hold her down remember lord Zuko wants her unhurt!" The guard is uncaring, fire-benders were like so. They deferred to the fire lords judgments and respected every victor of any Agni Kai. For they were most spiritual after the air-benders and believed the winner was always right, as long as he won his way to the throne.

"Yes sir!" She felt rough hands grab her forcibly dragging her back to reality. Yes, here she was guarded by a full platoon of royal fire-bending masters. She could break free and leave anytime her level of skill and precise analysis told her so despite her severe handicap. But, she had lost all will to continue, lost her unfaltering ungiving drive as a result of a lack of purpose. Death now would be a mercy, a compassion, for the shell of the girl once known as princess Azula, the confident narcissistic tyrant, an insecure little girl that only wanted to be loved.

'Zuko... brother... my precious Zuzu... if after all I have done, after all my past transgressions you still hold any compassion for me... do not leave me in this sorry state... let me die.' She prayed, prayed for salvation, because at least in death this agony could end.

Prayed for death because her death would at least give her purpose again, even if it was only to unite the nation for him or as a martyr for her people. (which would never happen, for no one would want to crown an unstable tyrant. That way lead to the ruin for any noble and divided without anyone as a figurehead, none would dare stand out)

She was a failure a complete and utter failure. A failure without the drive to live. She had tried to talk when in the presence of her father, a final request to Zuko before he sentenced her, but had been unable to. Than she was sentenced. A lifetime in a mental hospital to try to recover her sanity.

But what was there to recover. What was there to build back on a foundation that relied only on one rock that had denounced her. Like, a house directly above the epicenter of a fissure. There was no place to rebuild what was not there. No way to form blocks to save her when she didn't want to be saved.

She had bled, (pushing her body far past its limits to meet his expectations) she had slaved, (putting in hours and hours of deep meditation and training just to increase her already advanced skills by an iota of a fraction), she had sacrificed (her time, her body, her luxuries, her friendships, her family, her everything) for him just to be rebuked. She had built her everything to his wishes for him, and she had turned up wanting.

Looking past her guards, past the caravan containing her immobile form, past the camp into the night sky, she sees a single falling star streaking across the sky and the girl watches it impassively.

'If you wish upon a star your dreams come true! Zuko would you like to make one?'

'Sure! I WANT TO BE THE FIRE LORD!'

'Haha silly boy you're the heir you will be fire lord eventually.'

The two doted on one another and nuzzled together in the cold night ignoring the shadowed form of the girl behind just watching, watching and wanting to be a part but never truly invited. Like a third wheel stepping in to a dating couple. She had scoffed than after seeing the scene, denouncing Zuko as an insecure buffoon only to be sent back to her room by Ursa. Sent back to cry herself to sleep at night just for wanting the same praise.

The girl had never been a believer in these things. A shooting star granting wishes? Preposterous! Not only was there never any spirits in existence which could grant such a thing but it just was not logically possible.

But maybe, maybe there was some stock in this. Zuko did become fire lord after all. So, so...

'If this is true, if this wish making star is truly true. Please, I beg of you, give me someone who will never betray me. Whom I can give all my heart to, whom I can trust to accept me for whoever I am, regardless of whatever I've done. Whom will love me for me, and... and... even if he or she cannot do all those... at least give me someone who will never abandon me, who will never leave me alone again.' Because at her core, the girl had never really grew up and only wanted someone to love her and never leave her.

"Wait... GUARDS RUN IT'S A METEORITE FALLING OVER US! SQUAD SCATTER!" Her eyes were closed but still she picked up the sound of the guard captain heard the sound of boots clamoring in all directions except South east. Heard the sound of crackling. Of fire.

Instincts saved Azula as she escaped from her restraints with a quick application of flexibility, to take cover behind the caravan.

Than the world exploded into light.

She turned her head back towards the caravan, which had been obliterated. Even when she wished to die, she would not be able to kill herself like this. Not with how well-trained a weapon her body had become. Her golden eyes scanned the field, more out of instinct than a willingness to act. It travelled over the curved in terrain only to land on a head of yellow hair flicking past the lingering black fires. She nearly had a breakdown then and there. Maneuvering over the flames, without bending, she moved closer to observe his form.

"Ah... ah..." she was gasping, she was unpresentable, she was imperfect. And he, he had sun kissed golden hair and brown tanned skin. He had a stump for a right arm and three whisker marks across his face. He wore a destroyed mesh tunic which was completely ripped all the way up his right shoulder and orange pants which were ripped just below the knee. His body was filled with bruises and he was bloodied all over in the middle of the crater. (Perfect in every single way her dream, her wish come to fruition.)

But he was perfect, because he came from her wish. Because he had turned up just as she lost her purpose. Because he was the one who would never leave her who would be her light, her sun, her purpose. For the first time in her life Azula was grateful she listened to Ursa's advice.

It took all of point two seconds for Azula to process this and move over to his battered form. She glanced up looking into his eyes. She felt lost yet found. They contained pain. Unimaginable pain. She could feel it. Yet, yet they shined so bright in the setting sun(full of hope for the future) the cerulean blue making her shiver. Than they disappeared transforming into white as he feel into unconsciousness. Behind her shout's of surprise started as the guards tried to navigate through the black flames back to her caravan. She moved on instinct grabbing his body and running into the woods, the flames sensing her intent parted for her while obstructing the fire-benders. She took care to not leave any obvious tracks and escaped into the forest. These were fire-benders not trackers. They did not matter. They could never track her down in time. Her status as a prisoner did not matter. Her savior would never find out. Nothing mattered as much as his survival all that she cared about now, was to get him away, all actions that she took from now on would be taken to optimize his survival.

Because he was her new rock. The last and final stone that would try to balance the instabilities of her unstable psyche.

Because if he were to leave her, if he were to be one more on the list of already long betrayals...

She really would die.

And she would bring him with her so it would be like he never left.

"What the she's dead?!" His scarred face twisted at the unthinkable.

"Yes your majesty. Either that or she escaped. It is unlikely though her temporary prison was completely destroyed..." Zuko's frown deepened a giant black fire ball what were the chances.

"For what it's worth you have my condolences." The messenger was the stoic captain of the guard force, his face neutral to not convey any emotion. Zuko contemplated if they had helped Azula escape before deciding they probably had not. After all no one he knew of was able to summon a burning fire ball from the sky instead of themselves. Chi was an internal energy, brought out of the body to manipulate ones immediate surroundings and not from afar. Azula's death occurred in the middle of a forest, far from any mountain, from any place high enough to fire a fireball of that size onto her caravan. Moreover there had never been any sign of anyone being able to use black fire(which was unbendable and still burning). Azula's blue was the strongest known in fire-bending history

"Leave... I need some time to think..." his face twisted. Even if she was psychotic she was still his sister. She could probably be reformed too, because she had been the product of father's dreams and now that he had denounced her she could try to be her own person.

"Yes sire!" The man bowed before turning and moving out.

"... unbelievable is it not Mai... Azula seemed so invincible." Even he believed that. In his opinion, she had wanted just one more person in that final fight. She had not given her all and it was obvious. She had either been shaken by her friend's betrayal and was shaken herself or had wanted just one more person in her corner. He would not question her indecision. After all it had benefitted him, but he felt bad for her nonetheless. She was obviously the best of the generation.

"Yet you managed to defeat her dear... I have mixed feelings though... Azula was a dear friend even if she did imprison me it is just..." Mai trailed off than her voice ending in a question more than statement. As though she needed his prompting to continue her point.

"Yes?" She nodded her head resolving herself.

"She would not have been taken out so easily... she has either accepted her death or found peace. She would not die any other way" she was too skilled too efficient too analytical too machine to be taken out like this. It went unsaid but both knew.

"Than let us hope it is the later." He saw Mai nodding. It helped to resolve his decision. Helped him to come to peace with what had occurred.

"Naruto..." A black haired boy in a grey over shirt, his left sleeve ripped to shreds. His left hand was blasted off. Almost like a symmetrical mirror to the blonde one on his left lying beside him.

"Hahahaha... I told you we would win, Sasuke." The blonde boy smiled through his battered form, his bleeding stump, his dying body.

The war had gone differently than what either had expected. It went completely pear-shaped the moment black Zetsu betrayed Madara and forced him to summon its amother, the rabbit goddess herself, Kaguya Otsutsuki herself. The goddess while inexperienced and unskilled, unlike Madara, was still a goddess comparing the sheer amount of power she contained in comparison to Madara was like comparing a lake to an ocean. The sheer power she possessed, despite her lack of proficiency in using it far eclipsed all of Madara's skill and strategy through sheer strength and speed.

She crossed borders at light-speed killing thousands in the nanoseconds. Her immunity to all forms of ninjutsu, except senjutsu, the natural energy from the world, and the rinnegan's abilities along with her sheer speed prevented shinobi from retaliating. Her abilities the all killing ash bone and yomotsu hirasaka allowed her to take down even the elite before they noticed. Even Naruto and Sasuke with their abilities to keep up were helpless to stop her from continuing her massacre. They were just too random going from earth to water country to kill one person in each before moving to fire to kill another, all on a whim. They had tried to chase after her after she disappeared to take her down only to leave the allied shinobi forces unguarded and vulnerable. Her twentieth target had been Kiba. The dog boy had not even had the time to blink before breaking into dust. The thirty asecond Kakashi, who had been trying to kamui his comrades to a pocket dimension and thus seen as a threat. He was quickly disposed of. Sakura was the thirty third killed while trying to heal Kakashi. Shino, Hinata, Lee, TenTen, Ino, Sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, Tsunade, all the kages eradicated in seconds. Hinata had been the last one to go. Able to tell Naruto she loved him before she left the mortal plane.

Than Kaguya was before them having destroyed the rest of the elemental nations, leaving none alive. Neither he nor Sasuke could have done anything to stop her she was too unpredictable, having no plan other than the annihilation of all thinks which contained chakra, and the willingness to avoid them to ensure it happened. Trying to protect a castle against an enemy who could teleport in was impossible and they had failed.

So they were the last. The last of a class, a village, the last of their generation, their kind, the shinobi, the last of their era. Than Kaguya turned towards them. The last two of their kind, the final line against her even though they had already lost what they wanted to protect.

The battle had been quick and decisive, every move teared up the landscape, destroying their already tattered continent. It had started off nothing like the usual battles of shinobi, a contrast to the kunai in the dark, the short slice into the soft of neck to end the target. The target dying before he notices anything wrong or retaliating and leaving the attacker dead before he attacked.

No. This battle tore up the already fragile landscape. A battle of pure power and explosions, which only ended after the bijuu all decided to power two jutsus with their life-force two ultimate moves, clashing against each other with kaguya in the middle. The move only pulled off due to her inexperience.

"Sasuke... let's end it... even if we die..." Naruto's face twisted.

"Hn" Sasuke's body twisted as it disappeared under a teleportation.

"I tire of destroying your useless comrades for the last time I shall tell you to leave. Leave and witness the futility of your actions against a goddess and I shall let you experience one more day in this wasteland before I end you." Kaguya sneered down at him. Naruto ignored her charging his final attack. She continued floating above head arrogant and unheeding of his charging form.

"SAGE MODE: RASENSHURIKEN" a rasenshuriken emboldened by what was left of nature fueled by the rest of kurama's chakra. He launched his body upwards towards her stationary body in hopes to land this final attack.

"PEST WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH" both hands were extended out to counter the move to try to tank the power. The moment she moved Naruto smirked.

"Now Sasuke!" Storm clouds had started the gather above, a lone warrior stood, a partial susanoo formed around his body his left eye using Izanagi to overwrite reality to gather all the lightning charges left in the elemental nations above him. The chakra required being drawn from the rest of the bijuu's remaining chakra.

"Kirin!" The lightning dragon struck his outstretched hand empowering his already forming chidori. The black haired teen dived down towards the goddess's exposed back his left hand thrusting out. It struck true connecting.

"Argh! Wait your turn!" Kaguya's third eye opened preparing a shinra tensei to push them away.

"Amaterasu!" Only for it to be interrupted by a burst of black flames from the boys remaining rinnesharingan eye.

"Sasuke end it!" He could feel it they were close!

"Bansho tensei." The jutsu pulled the destructive chakras together to where his hand was pierced, into Kaguya's stomach compressing the destructive energy into that single point in her body. The energies merged causing a small blackhole at that location causing their arms to get shredded to pieces. Sasuke bore it with stoicism while Naruto let out a large grin, all teeth, in triumph.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh" Kaguya's features twisted as she was obliterated by the force held together by the two most powerful attacks by the last two shinobi.

Thus they succeeded. Succeeded in killing the rabbit goddess. At the cost of their last allies, and their lives.

"Hahaha we won. We won Sasuke that goddess will never threaten anyone ever again." His huge grin still hadn't faded the feeling of triumph in his chest was exhilarating the only thing keeping away the crushing feeling of the death of his loved ones. "I always knew we would die side by side like this, even after you betrayed us... I willl always believe you will come back..." The sky cleared of thunder clouds showing the glistening stars in the sky. Through the speech Sasuke kept quiet the only sound passing being the rough rise and fall of each of their breaths. The last sign of life in this desolate world. "I guess we can die now than... join our friends in the pure lands, ya know?" The chuckle he released after was resigned but satisfied, resigned at the extinction of life on this planet and yet satisfied that more would not be affected. He had accepted this as his end and was satisfied.

"Hn... not yet dobe." It was than that Naruto realized as he tilted his head towards his best friend, his brother that the eternal mangekyo sharingan had changed in design and that he was staring straight at him. Looking into his eyes he felt more than saw the effects of kamui.

"Wait... no... Sasuke..." He could feel the pull now, greedier, stronger, hungrily sucking him in. Trying to remove him from this wasteland.

"Stop fighting me dobe. You're the last of us. Your stupid regeneration can probably help you heal from these injuries you will live I will not. We cannot survive in this wasteland with no resources you will die a slow death so let me do my last deed in peace." His struggles stopped as he watched blood drip from his friends sharingan eye it was rejecting him, not originally being a jutsu that he could use, the sharingan within spinning wildly.

All he could do was watch. Watch as his brother sacrificed himself for his continual survival. To send him away from this wasteland.

"Amaterasu: Flame wrapping fire" the preparation was complete as a small protective layer of black flames surrounded his body. He could feel the kamui taking hold as he stopped struggling, as the jutsu chose a random destination to fling him to.

"Listen dobe and listen well. I will say this once. Live a long life and I better not see you anytime soon." He felt the jerk smirk. That all knowing smirk he always pulled off in his youth to showcase his superiority. "We'll wait for you however long we need to wait so get a wife and lead a good life." The last sight he saw before he was transported was his best friends body both eyes listless. Blind. As he departed to the next dimension.

He felt the dimensions shift by a kaleidoscope of colors flashed by. Kamui used to transport past dimensions was very different from transportation into obito's world. He couldn't feel the vacuum pass by around him as he was transported into another world but he could see the susanoo constrict as it was pushed to its maximum to protect him in conjunction with the flames of amaterasu.

Than he landed in a blaze of fire, the amaterasu branching out into a circle around him. He glanced up feeling pain shoot through his nerves as his back made contact with the rough ground. He could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. But he held. He would not die yet. He could not. He held on until he saw a pair of yellow golden eyes. They were empty, and reminded him of an old foe, an old friend.

'Haku...' than he watched them transform filling up with purpose, a single minded determination. He watched them fill with warmth and knew she wouldn't hurt him.

So he took a leap of faith. He could feel her warmth, a twisted blue flame yet he knew he would not be burnt. He felt the world dull around him. Felt the fall to unconsciousness. He embraced it. 'Keep us both safe and I'll fulfill one promise to you' the world faded to black. 'And i always keep my promises. Dattebayo.'

End of chapter 1

An: yeah haha Sasuke used Izanagi again to change his sharingan from that form to Kakashi's one for a few seconds than died from chakra exhaustion. I think it's a creative way to get new mangekyo abilities. Also very sure I've never seen anyone write a Fanfiction with Danzo able to do this so I hope I'm the first.

So yeah I took up writing as a hobby because I'm currently in camp and we are on time out. So I have all the time in the world to write instead of get distracted. I'll come back to this again eventually when I feel like it. Peace

Edit: added breaks cause I'm on mobile and didn't know I couldn't use sgwiggly lines and a disclaimer

edit2: removed a line thanks darkshadowraven for the idea :)