So recently a newer anime/manga has caught my interest: Akame ga Kill. Let me be Frank here…well not Frank exactly but…(sigh), never mind. It's awesome. We'll leave it at that. Anyway, I was reading up on the story and all of the sudden I have an idea for a new fanfic. One involving Akame ga Kill in no particular way whatsoever other than the uniform of the generals. That's right! This has pretty much been a waste!
Sorry.
Anyway, really this story was inspired by the new development in Fairy Tail, that is, the presence of the Alvarez (Albareth?) Empire, the identity of Emperor Spriggan, the introduction of the super-powerful Spriggan Twelve, and the new continent that is apparently a superpower. Yeah, my first through in reading the latest chapter (444 I believe) was: "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" my second thought was making a fanfic about these new developments. My third involved the realization that I knew next to nothing about this new faction since nothing has been done yet. My final thoughts regarding the matter was realizing how much I love this new turn of events and wondering if I could incorporate elements of Naruto into a fanfiction. After two minutes of well-thought-out and meticulous planning I scrapped the idea all together!
Now I'm just gonna make a damn crossover story featuring Naruto in the Fairy Tail world. If you've read my other fic (sorry for lack of updates by the way, kind of at a mental roadblock at the moment) you know I'm attempting to write a fic where Naruto isn't overpowered.
That shit isn't happening in this fic.
He's OP. I really couldn't help it in this one. For it all to work out he has to be strong. I'm not talking just strong. I mean uber-DUPER strong! Ok maybe not God-like, but pretty damn close. He and Zeref are about on the same level.
I've talked enough, I have a rant at the end of the chapter…well more of a promise to you readers regarding reviews (nothing bad I assure you). Anyway, let's get this bitch on the road!
Intervention
Gray was scared.
No. Not scared. 'Scared' didn't even begin to cover what exactly it was that he was feeling. Fear caused anxiety, that numb, uncomfortable feeling that could be felt throughout the body's extremities. Fear incited a response, be it preparing the body to defend itself in the wake of the owner's inability to react rationally, or similarly prepping the body to remove itself from the situation entirely.
Fight or flight if you will.
No, Gray didn't feel fear. Fear implied that his body was ready to either fight off the being that had put it in such a state of duress (the option he would usually prefer), or get the hell away from the monsters that now stood on either side of him.
That woman, Brandish, she scared him, inspired fear within him.
This other man—this monster! This blonde engine of destruction clad in white military garb, standing just ten feet away and smiling as if nothing was wrong, he was the cause of this feeling of utter hopelessness.
Gray directed his gaze down, staring blatantly at the blonde's well-polished stark-white dress-shoes. The shoes of a high-ranking military official. Actually, Gray wasn't really focusing on the slightly dirtied shoes, both of which were muddled by a thin layer of dirt, grim, and blood, but rather on the figure who lay directly behind the tall blonde. Well, could it even really be called one complete figure in its current state?
Nearly bisected in half, a rictus of pain and horror etched forever upon his face, Marin Hollow lay completely and utterly destroyed at the feet of his blonde adversary. Blood pooled from the immense cut that nearly spanned the length of his entire body.
There was no question that he was dead, however, that isn't what truly terrified Gray. No, it was the time it took for the Spatial-mage to realize what exactly had happened to him. For exactly ten seconds, the fool gloated and goaded the blonde after landing a hit upon him. Ten seconds during which his body didn't even realize that it had been killed.
That was something Gray had only ever heard of in fantasy, someone dying—being murdered—so quickly that they were still animatedly moving—existing even! Marin Hollow was dead and continued to be unaware of that fact, ten seconds had passed before realization had struck and—if his expression of unbelievable torment was anything to go by—with it came the ungodly pain of death(Gray could only assume such).
Yes the Alvarez soldier's death terrified Gray, however, even that was not what had Gray rooted to his current locus. While the recently deceased had been strong, Gray firmly believed that he and Natsu were more than capable of dealing with him. It wasn't the actions of the white-clad blonde that filled Gray with this unending dread. Nor was it the seemingly bored casual look upon the handsome man's whiskered-marked face.
It was officer's magic power, or rather, the fact that Gray couldn't exactly comprehend the amount of magical power that was being exuded.
It was…endless.
Never before had Gray felt so utterly helpless. It was like he was face-to-face with Acnologia himself, paralyzed under the gaze of a being who might as well have considered him an ant.
How the hell did a monster such as this exist? The ice-mage could understand something like Acnologia having such tremendous power. Acnologia was a dragon—the dragon king even! The Apocalypse Dragon was supposed to be an engine of limitless energy! But this…this human man before him? It wasn't natural! No man should naturally be this strong!
Yes, Uzumaki Naruto couldn't possibly be human. No human had ever made Gray feel like this.
Erza
Wasn't entirely sure what was happening. One moment she was floating in that…nightmare of a world.
She shuddered. No place, no matter how magical and fluffy, should be filled with that much happiness and love. It was…unnatural.
The re-quip mage would have continued to ponder on the unimaginable horror of what she had just witnessed had she not felt the overwhelming force of magical pressure being exuded by two individuals whom she had never seen before.
Erza's eyes widened considerably. This…this was unlike anything she had ever experienced! It was unholy, the sheer amount of power that saturated the air. A veritable mountain of pressure had been dropped upon her shoulders, sucking the very air from her lungs. It was becoming increasingly harder to breath, such was the vastness of this magic power. Despite the panic that had started to set in, Erza found the resolve to at least locate the source of this terrifying power.
A quick glance to the crimson-haired beauty's left revealed an equally beautiful figure. The woman's ice-blue hair reached her chin, highlighting a beautiful face. Twin cross-shaped accessories sat atop the woman's head, adding a sense of eccentricity to the Alvarez mage. She was dressed in a rather skimpy black bikini covered in white polka-dots, the top of which was connected to a black choker. The ensemble was completed by the presence of a black fur-line robe and black, open-toed high heels.
The Alvarez stamp on her outer right thigh made it rather obvious to whom she pledged her loyalty.
'She's strong,' Erza deduced, 'but she's not the source of this…this ocean of power.' A better metaphor could not be had, for what was this vast expanse of magical power other than a veritable ocean, an ocean that stretched on past the horizon, never ceasing, never relenting in its course to completely engulf all of those foolish enough to bear witness to its magnificence.
No, the beautiful denizen of Alvarez was strong. Hell, had this ungodly power and its source not shown up, the Spriggin Shield would have, without a doubt, been the most powerful individual Erza had ever met. However, that was not the case. Brandish (as Erza would soon come to know her) was powerful, but not nearly powerful enough to output this level of unending magical supremacy. Thus, Erza directed her gaze to her right.
And there he stood.
Dear gods above gazing directly at him was so much worse! The sight of this man had caused the influence of his magical pressure to increase tenfold. Such was the pressure that her senses were under duress, limiting her considerably. Despite this, the Scarlet was able to glean a surprisingly accurate picture of the man who stood lazily ten feet to her direct right.
White, that was what stood out to Erza the most. The spiky-haired blonde (another detail she noticed) was garbed nearly completely in white, contrasting rather pleasantly with his lightly-tanned skin. He donned was the uniform of an officer that much was clear. The jacket he donned was long-sleeved and double-breasted, littered with strategically placed black buttons and complemented by black trim around the collar. Black, fingerless gloves took up arms upon his hands. His pants retained the same coloration and design as that of his jacket. White shoes resided upon his feet, complemented by the slight view of black socks that Erza could make out just below his pants. The outfit was completed by the presence of a large, white, ankle-length coat with black trim and the white and black officer's cap that sat atop his blonde head, slightly casting his face in shadow.
The electric blue-eyes were mesmerizing, despite the boredom they exhibited. The slight frown further emphasized his current state of tedium. Despite this lackadaisical feeling he exuded, the magical pressure that was being put-forth clearly illustrated the massive threat that this man posed. This man was dangerous. Actually, dangerous didn't even come close to describing this monster who so casually stood before her, hands thrown haphazardly in his pockets. This titan was clearly a god in human form, designed with the sole purpose of completely wiping humanity off of the face of Earthland.
Those whisker marks were cute, though.
General
Oh dear gods, Brandish was gonna die. This was it, the end of her life. She truly didn't want to go out here, like this. She would much rather die peacefully, passing away in her sleep at a moderately apropos age for such a thing. That's what she really wanted to do, but no, she was going to die here and now, on this god-forsaken island, right in front of these god-forsaken fairies! It wasn't fair!
This had started out as such a simple day. The beautiful shield had gotten wind of members of Fairy Tail heading toward Alvarez territory, more specifically Caracol Island. Her job had been simple, go to Caracol, stop the fairies, no enemy casualties. Simple, no? Just a brief display of strength and then she could sail back to her home continent, perhaps even with mango gelato in her hands!
It was easy, it was tedious, it got her out of the capital, it promised her mango gelato, hell she might even have been able to get rid of that perverted fool Marrow while she was at it.
BUT NO! It could never be that convenient for her could it? Why the hell would it ever be that easy? Everything was going smoothly, sans the mango gelato part. Brandish had shown up, the fairies were scared of her, she was about to make Marrow give the girls back, then she'd blow him up. Perfect, right?
And then who should appear before her eyes but a goddamn Westalian general.
But not just any Westalian general, oh no! It had to be Uzumaki-fucking-army-killing-Naruto!
'What exactly have I done to deserve this?' A loaded question really. However, such ponderings were for another time. Perhaps if the current situation were dealt with in a delicate and intricate manner, Brandish may just get out of this situation with most of her limbs.
"Uzumaki Naruto," Oh hell yeah, good start! Keep it cool and monotonous. Don't let him know that you're having a mildly major panic attack,' "what exactly is the head of the Westalian army doing on an insignificant island such as this?"
His beautiful blue eyes met her gaze. Holy shit, she didn't know whether she was about to urinate or cum…perhaps both. His smile was a flash of white, professing innocence, but also belying immense danger. Those canines sure seemed sharp…and pronounced.
Yup, Brandish was pretty sure she was about to relieve herself in both senses of the word.
"Couldn't I inquire the same of you, Ms. µ?"
Dear god that husky voice of his was sexy.
"As I seem to recall," the blonde continued, "Alvarez has no jurisdiction on Caracol Island."
Ah shit, okay she had to be brave here; brave, but not stupid. "I don't seem to recall Westalia having any such jurisdiction either. Yet here you are, killing my men." Uh oh, that had been a fuck up. Realizing her mistake too late, Brandish continued to hold the blonde's gaze, completely ignoring the company that she had entertained up until the monster before her had shown up.
"Hehehe," even his laughter was sexy, Brandish realized she truly stood no chance. Perhaps he'd at least let her look upon his magnificent visage as she died? Was that really hoping for too much?
"Touché, Ms. µ." Mirth filled the blonde's eyes, yet no matter how soft those beautiful globes of sapphire appeared their stare remained piercing. His gaze shifted suddenly, relinquishing Brandish of his unconscious hold over her. His eyes trained on the eviscerated form that lay sprawled slightly behind his left leg. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly in disgust. "I would apologize, but honestly I think I did you a favor."
Brandish squashed the urge to laugh like it was a bug beneath her heel. "That you did. He had it coming." The poor bastard had never earned himself any favors in her presence, good riddance for all she cared. "I would have eventually ended him myself, to be quite honest."
The blonde's gaze returned to her, however, this time his stature was even more at ease than before, perhaps this common ground between them had proven favorable to the Spriggin Shield's survival.
"So, Ms. µ-"
"Brandish, please."
'Oh ho! Somebody fancies herself a charmer.' The blonde smiled good-naturedly at his blue-haired adversary. "Brandish," he corrected himself, "may I inquire as to your business here on Caracol?"
Ah shit, now the potential for hostility had reared its ugly metaphorical head! 'Okay Brandish on the fly, thinkin' on the fly!' Why did this have to be so hard? Why did the very sexy man have to be her enemy? Why couldn't they just forget everything, drop their clothes and screw in front of these fai—oh…OH!
Brandish gestured towards the downed fairies between the two of them. "As you can see, this little rag-tag group of fairies have lost their way. Being the generous citizen of Alvarez that I am, I merely decided to show them the way back to their home."
It wasn't really a lie. Actually it was the complete and honest truth. Ah, how powerful and wondrous the truth was, saving her ass once again!
"Ah, fairies?" Naruto's gaze trained upon the cowed individuals between himself and the rather comely Spriggin Shield. Of course he had noticed before any of this conflict had begun that these individuals were, in fact, rather prominent members of Fiore's strongest guild. Actually, that was the entire reason he was here in the first place, otherwise he would have gladly let Alvarez claim Caracol as their own. However, the presence of Fairy Tail within this part of the world had caught his interest. Well, he was really only interested in one particular fairy.
The only one that wasn't paralyzed by terror. As a matter of fact, based on posture and that fierce scowl directed his way, Naruto would assume that the salmon-haired youth didn't share his fellow fairies' fear of him.
Although, that really wasn't all too surprising to the blonde general. Considering Natsu's family history…well, Naruto would expect no less from a Dragneel.
"Ahem."
Huh? Oh, right. He was in the midst of a conversation with a rather beautiful denizen of Spriggan's "glorious" regime. Naruto scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, presenting a rather sheepish smile to his adversary. "Ah, sorry…well, perhaps it would be in our best interest to forget this ever happened?"
Brandish rose a delicate brow, directing her gaze down to the…exploded (?) remains that once made up her subordinate.
Following her gaze, Naruto immediately sweat dropped. "Sorry?"
"…s'ok."
"Wha?"
Brandish couldn't help but blush at the cute look of bewilderment on the blonde's face. While appearing aloof and uncaring, the Spriggan Shield was actually jumping for joy on the inside. She hadn't expected to make it off of this island without having to fight the rather handsome monster before her. That fight would have certainly resulted in her complete and utter destruction, and perhaps, more importantly, it might have spurred the Westalian general to march toward Alvarez. Something that would have been most "troublesome."
The bluenette had done what she had originally intended to do anyway. The fairies were scared—well the pink-haired one wasn't but that didn't really matter to her—and, perhaps even more importantly, Brandish was now free of that perverted idiot Marrow forever! Now all she had to do was get the hell off of this island and never leave the imperial city ever again!
Life as a nun was better than no life at all.
Her blonde adversary continued to rub his head, presenting a confused disposition. "You know, I can bring him back if you'd—"
"NO!"
"Ah, alrighty then," the cheerful smile returned to the white-clad man's face. "So, we are in agreement?"
"Yes," relief almost ruined her practiced monotone. "My mission has been completed, a subordinate I originally intended to eliminate has been terminated, unfortunately I was unable to obtain mango gelato, but procuring some now would be rather tedious, so I shall return to Alvarez. I wish you well in your own return trip to Westalia."
The blonde smiled lightly at her. Was that a blush on his face?! "Ah, the same to you Brandish-chan!"
The Spriggan Shield squashed the blush that was rising on her face and directed her gaze to the forgotten fairies. "Makarov is alive." She almost smirked at their widened eyes. "Although, I can't guarantee that such will be true…if you continue your excursion into Alvarez territory." With her piece said, Brandish cast one last look to the blonde general before teleporting herself to the nearest Alvarez warship.
'Uzumaki Naruto…you're far too troublesome…' a blush lit up her face.
SKIP!
"Damn, you fairies sure know how to get yourselves into some deep shit dontcha?"
Said fairies instantly snapped out of any inner contemplations at the blonde's declaration. Collectively Team Natsu (with additions) returned their attention to the unnervingly strong blonde.
Erza and Gray noticed that the overwhelming aura no longer seemed so oppressive. Make no mistake, the immense power was still there, however, there was no malicious intent, no insurmountable mountain of concentrated bloodlust. Relief flooded the fairies, followed by trepidation. The lack of mind-numbing fear was certainly a welcome reprieve, however, the fact remained that the individual (for the term man did no justice in describing a being such as him) before them was indeed the source of the ungodly power to which they had previously been subjected. The idea that one person had that much power…it just didn't seem possible! It shouldn't have been possible!
"Sorry about earlier," his voice once again broke them out of their ruminating. The same sheepish expression he had given Brandish was plastered on his visage, "sometimes I get a bit carried away. Well, hell you guys are from Fairy Tail, you understand."
The idea that they might have anything in common with this monster was implausible. Well, such were the musings of most of the fairies, one in particular was contemplating something entirely different.
'Why the hell do I know this guy?' Natsu was confused, but before he had a chance to inquire vocally his thoughts and feelings he and the other members of the Makarov Rescue Squad (patent pending) were floored by the blonde's next statement.
"She's waiting for you, you know?" the blonde gave a knowing smirk, "your spy that is."
Before anyone could blink all members of Fairy Tail on the island found themselves at the same locus, an underground castle, being greeted by an individual most of them had thought they would never see again.
Back on Caracol
(This whole fanfic is pretty much a spoiler if you're not caught up yet, but I'll warn you anyway)
"Hmhmhm. Ah, Natsu, how you've grown." Naruto's face was lit by a genuine smile, his eyes misty and farseeing, reminiscence dancing in his gaze towards nothing. 'Time sure does change people.' The general's wistful gaze was replaced with a look of contemplation as he began to ruminate on the matter of the Alvarez Empire and its "fairy emperor."
'Obviously Zeref is planning on starting the Dragon King Festival ahead of schedule. Although, I don't think he expects Westalia to make an appearance.' Naruto could only chuckle sardonically at the hubris of the dark mage. Like those that had come before it would surely cost him dearly. The blonde shook his head, ridding himself of worthless musings; now was certainly not the time for useless pondering. It was imperative that he relay his current findings to her highness back in Ignellia.
"Hehehe, perhaps that's just what the doctor ordered…"
"…this world is due for a good war."
The sun was lost in a mire of dark, storm clouds. Rain began to fall heavily upon the cobblestone streets of Caracol.
Heaven wept.
Chapter End
Woo! You know I was planning on having this chapter be a lot longer but…after writing that last line I couldn't in good conscience end it later than that. I might have waited a bit to put that last line in buuuuuuuuuuuut, I'm lazy.
Sue me.
Tell me what you think about it! I'll say there are four other generals of Westalia (a southern country I made up for this fic to oppose Alvarez) who have already been named and decided upon...but I need twelve other characters to make up the captains of Westalia. Anyway, I know OP Naruto is a bit unoriginal and Brandish is kind of weak as a character right now, BUT DAMNIT I'M TRYING! I needed to get this out there so I can actually start getting everything together. Expect some slight xover with other series and some OCs…none of whom are in anyway like me…at all…period. OCs come from you guys or they are connected to characters already in the series, none of that self-insert crap I worry about when reading an oc story.
…yeah…so…more below.
So yeah, I'm sitting here, writing this chapter out and an idea hits me like a bullet-train straight out of hell. I have seen many fanfics involving Natsu being ostracized or leaving the guild just before the seven year time skip. Many of them are superb stories that have time and again evoked the fires of my passion, calling out to me like a great trumpet of war, asking—hay FORCING—me to write my own odes to fairy tail's salamander…ahem…anyway, I have yet to see a fanfic involving Natsu moving on and joining the ranks of Alvarez/Albareth/whatever-the-hell-its-name-really-is. I get waiting to see and understand more about the Spriggin Twelve and the rest of the Alvarez (the name I'm sticking with) Empire, but still I've seen authors on this site do far more with much less information. Regardless, while somewhat unorthodox I'd like to issue a challenge of sorts, hell you guys have my permission to issue this challenge yourselves, I don't care about getting the credit for the issue I just really want to see a fanfic with an Alvarez-loyal Natsu. So, details are below…
The story starts with Natsu leaving, being banished, being forgotten, or (the option I'd really like to see) being left behind and hating what becomes of the guild. If you can come up with something else and/or feel the above is rather cliché feel free to do whatever you'd like, the end result just needs to be Natsu leaving the guild, feeling at the very least a modicum of resentment for the place.
I'd rather have Natsu coming to Alvarez and pledging loyalty to be omitted until later in the fic, being told through flashbacks that appear sporadically or methodically throughout the early-middle chapters. Once again, this is completely up to the author, however, I must stress that in order for a story like this flow that the author skip Natsu's training or perhaps describe it through a flashback with only a bit of detail. There have been very good fanfics out there with great premises that have ended up losing me because the authors spent far too much time describing the main characters training. Character build-up in a story like this comes more from Natsu's actions following his joining of Alvarez.
The story really starts after the time-skip, from here Natsu's interactions with the guild members is entirely up to the author. Pairings are also up to the author. I only ask that yaoi be avoided (people are entitled to what they like, but I don't particularly like reading yaoi fics) as well as a Natsu x Lucy pairing (it's been done to death and is probably canon so…). Regardless, I might suggest putting Brandish in there…perhaps some yandere from one female or another (these are just suggestions, that's all).
Other than that, have fun with it. The last thing involves Natsu being a member of the Spriggin Twelve and Igneel has already been ejected from his body. Natsu should be pretty OP in this story, perhaps even god-like. Once again, have fun with it if you decide to do it, feel free to spread the challenge around, I don't mind if you copy and paste the challenge here in the author's note…just not my story. Anyway, thank you all for the reading this and I have one quick promise to make to you below…
End Challenge
So, I've noticed something some authors on this site do. They demand reviews in exchange for parts of their story to be released. Only some have done this and I'm not condemning anyone, I can understand wanting reviews…but I don't exactly agree with holding your own story hostage from people who want to read it. Personally I like reviews, but I'm not going to shit all over you for not reviewing, taking the time to read through my story is good enough for me. Once again I'm not saying what some authors are doing is wrong (I really do understand where they are coming from), but it seems kind of petty sometimes…well when the author is actively being antagonistic towards the viewing audience that is. If you wanna wait for a certain amount of reviews before you release the next chapter that's cool. Insulting and/or referring to the audience in a condescending matter isn't gonna earn you any friends, or reviews for that matter. I certainly wouldn't acquiesce to the whims of someone who actively antagonizes me in order to promote reviews…it kind of seems like it's more about stroking your ego at that point. So, having said such, I hereby make a promise to any and all people who are kind enough to read through my stories and my authors note: I promise to never hold one of my stories hostage in order to up review numbers. Chapters being delayed or not being updated are a result of laziness, writer's block, or being busy, never will I keep a chapter from you all to boost reviews.
That being said if the view numbers are low I'm not updating SHIT!
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JK
Thank you guys, sorry for the walls of text in my long-ass A.N.s. I promise they won't be this bad later on. Actually, disregard that second promise…the first one is still good though.
Thank you for reading! Please review and give me suggestions. I'm gonna need O.C.s for later in the story so feel free to p.m. me with suggestions!