Destiny's Rebirth
A/N: Hi there. I haven't been on for a long time, but recently the urge to write stories has resurfaced in me. This particular story...is going to be a tough one to write. It will have have a mixture of Naruto and the Roman culture. Therefore, I hope you guys won't chastise me if I get some things wrong or mistaken. There are going to be many differences in my story and the actual Naruto show so I'm taking a risk in writing this story. All will be explained in due time if you have patience...
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything involved in the anime.
*****Prologue*****
"So, I guess this it, huh?" my apprentice chuckled nervously. What little light shone from the end of the tunnel shone on his frightened face. I watched as sweat ran down his brow like a dew drop on a leaf. His shaking hand clutched his trident as if it were holding on to his very life source.
"It sure is," I answered strongly, returning my focus to his light blue eyes, which reflected the inner turmoil occuring in his head. "Forget not what I have taught you. We may be friends but the crowd does not care. All they want to see is an exciting fight."
"B-But I could never strike you,"he stuttered, his eyes widening.
"You did many times when we sparred," I raised my eyebrow,"Didn't seem like much of a problem then."
"That's different though! This time it's to kill!" he cried out.
"We both may come out this alive. But in order to ensure that we must give the crowd a great spectacle and attack to the best of our abilities. Perhaps then the crowd will show the defeated one their mercy."
His lip quivered and his eyes wandered to the musty soil at our feet. He looked so downtrodden that I realized advice was not what would bolster the young Retiarus.
I stepped forward, aware of the clanking of my heavy armor. My hand reached up to the top of his head, where his hair was in disarray. I stroked his spiky blonde hair; my one sign of affection. He raised his head and his eyes softened as they meet mine.
Our moment had ignited the fire in his eyes. Clamor from the end of the tunnel roused us from the silence. He smiled and showed me his best game face. He tapped his finger on my large oblong shield.
"Let's give 'em a great fight, old man," he grinned walking slowly out of the tunnel, "Bet you won't even be able to catch me."
"I told you not to call me that," I chuckled and followed him, letting the light engulf us both.
A/N: I apologize that this is so short, but if it interests you, I sure would appreciate reviews. :D They make me happy.