This fanfiction is not a SasuNaru, and I'm sorry if you thought so, but please don't hate me? This is a friendship character based on Naruto and Sasuke, and it was inspired by Game of Thrones. The hell I know what I am talking about, so you can kill me later after you look at this for starters (I see you reader with your pitchfork and fire!). I only got to episode three, so I still have no idea what I am doing here; but this is inspired by the kickass show I wanna live my life in as Daenerys' sister and Jon Snow's lover *-*" What a weird fantasy I have, ne? Don't judge.
Each chapter is a song I listened to for it, not an actualy chapter name. If anyone has a song to request for it, please feel free to tell me! Leave a Review, Follow, Favorite or nothing at all, just be a happy person today! *-*
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The Game of Sannins has been played for centuries, the story of becoming the greatest warrior and ruler of the world passed on by royal families; The title of Sannin was the next best thing from becoming a god.
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To presume this title, one must own an army and go into the battle that will risk lives of both innocent and guilty - Led by the wished contestant to run the party. The breaking point will be at the Valley of the End to claim the throne...
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The one who sheds the most blood, the one who grows the biggest army; and the one who stands up last will win the Game.
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Light 'em Up
Chapter One
Time Is Running Out- Muse
Uzumaki Naruto held his sword as it clashed with his fighting partner's, pushing all his strength into his arms before leaping back, his dark haired companion grunted out loud as he pushed himself forward.
"Don't move back!" he roared at Naruto, causing the said man to smile toothly before dropping the amazing weapon and pull out two daggers. "If you move back too far, you'll stumble, and then your enemy will surely catch your back and stab you right through!"
"C'mon, Teme. When was the last time we just fooled around? You haven't gone all high and mighty on me, have you?" Naruto taunted as he spun his daggers at his fingertips.
Smirking, Uchiha Sasuke stood straight as he looked over his good friend. He snorted when Naruto's dagger slipped from his hand and nearly pierced him through the foot. "If you want to fool around, I might as well get you your wooden toys."
"Duck-ass!"
"Hn." Smirking, Sasuke sheathed his sword, calling quits of anymore of their training. Naruto agreed with a toothy smile and hurried over to his friend's side to fall to the earth, sprawling under as he sighed in content. Sasuke slowly sat by him and looked up to the sky. "Naruto..."
"Ne, Sasuke-teme?"
"I had a dream last night," Sasuke mumbled, looking up to the sky. "It was about you...and a flower with flames all around you."
Opening his eyes, Naruto looked at the young man that grew up with him; an orphaned child from a far away kingdom, a bastard of a supposively high ranked man and a low ranked wrench, this man was Naruto's best friend and right-hand-man - probably the highest rank before Prince or King. Sasuke ran the army, trained Naruto from sunrise to sunset after he graduated from his mentor's class. On the inside, however, Naruto's right-hand-man possessed a gift of foretelling by the symbolism of his dreams.
"What do you think it means?" Naruto asked seriously, meaning the only support to his friend.
"The flower, I don't know... But the flames mean something drastic and and dark coming your way, since it was directed with you in mind," Sasuke rubbed his temples with slight worry. "For now, don't do anything stupid, will you?"
"Teme, you're telling me not to be an idiot? When am I ever?" Naruto grinned to comfort, although it really wasn't working. "You should know that I won't put us to war, or anything!"
"Right...like you would be put to war."
Grinning, Naruto nudged Sasuke's side, hoping to relax him better. "Tell me more of your dream, Teme. What specifically happened?"
Looking at the sky with a blank face, Sasuke breathed out with a grunt. "First, there was blood splattered on a black-tiled floor... And then, there was a clean table in the middle of the room with the sun putting a spotlight upon it. It was really dark, but the blood was rising inside the room like a bath. Upon the table, there was an odd flower on it; it was a pastel pink color, on a branch, with a few leaves like it came from a tree."
"I never heard of a flower like that," Naruto confessed. "Maybe Grandfather would know what it is... Keep going!"
"The flower was small and it stood out from everything else," Sasuke continued. "And then, you emerged from the shadows and stood infront of the table with the flower. Your face was odd, too, as if you didn't want to be there."
"Then the fire?"
"Yeah...then the fire."
This was how life was for Uzumaki Naruto, from the House of the Uzumaki; a prince orphaned by both of his parents at a young age, he was raised by his grandfather, the current King, Jiraiya, and grew up with his right-hand-man, Sasuke. As the Prince of the Uzumaki Kingdom, Naruto lived his life peacefully in the southern part of the world near the ocean that seperated the different worlds of South and North.
He lived in the castle, a Medival-styled building built on the great plains of green grass and happy villagefolk. For him, he could be as happy as ever with his life and no regrets.
Closing his eyes for a moment, the Prince pushed himself up from the earthy floor, taking his friend's attention right away. Standing tall and proud, Naruto sheathed his daggers before looking to his friend with a serious expression.
"Do you know of a time?" he asked.
Sasuke thought it over mutely, then shrugged in his navy armor. "I would suspect a week or so..."
"Then," Naruto cracked his neck as he puffed his chest out, "whatever it comes to, Sasuke-teme, I will go at it with a sword at hand and and iron determination. So, get off your ass and train with me, this instant!"
Smirking, Sasuke stood up from his spot on the grass, his pale hand gripping the handle of his sword as he thought over the next plan for their daily sport. "How about we try hand-to-hand combat now; you need to work on the muscles like a soldier, you eat too much fats in your diet."
"Hey!"
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The rules happen to be required for follow:
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Only the dead will say who may participate in the game with their will spoken at the funrel.
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Those who join the game without being asked for the contract will be executed...
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That is...if the person will be caught.
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Sarutobi Hiruzen looked out of the window, the Medival-styled building was fit to perfection for the Sannin man; elderly for his age and crippled, this man was more then he appeared. He conqured the greatest armies in the world, took it to the end took the throne as a Sannin to rule all the kingdoms. It was the title below a god, but higher then anything mortal, and he was the world's King as it should be.
His wrinkled hands twitched at the noise of his throneroom's door being pushed open. It took three soldiers to open the door, but the sounds of footsteps only meant that one man stood along with him. Sighing in distaste, Hiruzen closed his eyes and tapped his fingers of the cemented windowsill.
"What may I help you with, my good soul...to burst into my chamber by yourself when I specifically asked my soldiers to tend to their needs?" the old man slowly turned himself carefully, minding his aching bones on the inside. Seeing the cloaked figure standing in the middle of the room. "What wish do you have for me, hmm? You wish for my fate to be put into your hands, do you not?"
Slowly, the cloaked figure drew out a long sword with a black handle, raising the point towards the old man. Hiruzen smiled somewhat sadly, shaking his head as he lifted his sleeve, revealing his own sword made out of pure steel and gold; a beautiful craft that has been passed down from Sannin to Sannin for generations.
"You find me as an old man, but not a willing victim, I'm afraid," Hiruzen smirked, his eyes sparking with the youthful energy he hides oh-so-well. "You're going to have to fight for it, my good criminal."
The figure never said anything, rather, his sword's tip scraped the tiled floor, leaving scratching imprints upon it. Like a dancer, the cloak swirled with the body it clung to as the form started running toward the Sannin. The old man let out a raspy laugh as his steel-toed footwear dug into the floor and clashed his sword with his opponent, becoming equal with the strength.
"For starters, I am appauld that you are putting so little effort into this duel," Hiruzen tsked like an adult to a child. He pushed the figure away for it to fall to the floor a few feet away. Standing tall, the Sannin King swung his sword left and right as he strolled the body with a dominant look in his features.
"Now, when you dare to duel a Sannin, you bow to him, as you would to your relative," Hiruzen hissed, jabbing the tip carefully to the figure's chest, causing it to grunt. "If you want to do this right, you better listen... Come now, get off your ass and present yourself to me like a real enemy!"
Stomping away, Hiruzen removed his royal cape, letting it fall to the floor like a waterfall as he made it to the end of the room, by the door. He noticed that it wasn't locked, as expected from a silly enemy. He knew the intruder wanted a body to be found by the guards. Turning around, Hiruzen saw the body standing, its cloak lightly stained with red from the prick he caused on the chest.
"Now, let's introduce ourselves again," Hiruzen suggested as he bowed low, his eyes never leaving the body across the room. "Be graceful, it will tell the other how serious you are being."
Grunting, the cloaked figure complied by bowing at an equal height as the Sannin, pleasing the old man. "Good, now you are a threat to me," Hiruzen chuckled. "Do you know what to do next, my good enemy?"
The figure didn't say anything, making the old man rise up at the same time as the figure; his expression from playful and helpful, turned into deadly and ruthless as he raised his gold sword. When the figure did the same, Hiruzen said his last words.
"Now, we show no mercy. I want to be killed by a real foe, not a sorry bitch."
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The contestants are resorted to building their own armies.
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Allies and Dictatorship over small lands will also be helpful
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The last one standing will win.
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Halfway across the world, in a Kingdom totally styled differently from the Uzumaki Kingdom, a different era completely, another royal being's life will be changed forever as she knew it. Inside a castle styled as Julius Ceasar or even Zeus's palace, a dark-haired woman helps her sister-in-law undress from her bathing robe, being careful not to tangle her pink hair in the metal hooks keeping the thin material together. Hyuuga Hinata hummed in satisfaction for her Queen to take her bath in the stoned-styled pool of the water filling from the waterfall.
The servants tending to the water were trying to stop the steaming water ruining the bath they were trying to cool down, and Hinata placed her hands on her Queen's small shoulders, telling her that her bath wasn't ready for her yet. The pink-haired woman nodded softly as she looked down to her bare hands, looking at the silver bracelets that decorated her wrists.
"My Queen..." Hinata started off softly, stopping herself as she changed to a different language. The common language that her sister-in-law has worked hard for. "Khaleesi..."
Looking up, pale lavender eyes looked into beautiful green orbs. Assuring softly, Hinata wrapped her arms around the naked body as she buried her face into the pastel hair and inhaled the perfect scent of flowers and scented oils.
"Mm?" the Queen whispered softly, pretending to be strong for her.
"It was inevitable," Hinata whispered quietly, feeling how Sakura's heartbeat was starting to stutter. "You know he died with no pain..."
"It is not myself I am worried about,"the Queen said with a unhappy sigh. "I worry about-!"
"KHALEESI!"
Snapping every head to look, a tanned-skin woman with dark hair and eyes stumbled in, clutching to her swollen belly with a flushed face. Standing up, Hinata's sister-in-law hurried over to the woman in less decorative clothing, kneeling down with wide as she held onto the woman's face.
"Tenten?" Sakura demanded with a worried tone, looking at the belly as her left hand trailed down to her abdomen. "Is it the baby? Did your water-?"
Coming over with concern, Hinata stood by her Queen when Tenten shook her head furiously. Glancing at each other, Hinata and Sakura were taken to confusion until the woman with her buns in her hair got to her knees and assumed the position of praying, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Sannin. The Sannin," Tenten spoke in the Common Language. The only words she knew offhand from being around the other royal family of Hinata's in-laws. Her long fingers wrapped around the Queen's thumbs as the servants surrounded the two worriedly, murmuring concerns for the brown-haired woman's actions to the Queen. "The Sannin. Dead Sannin!"
Sakura, being a hardworker with the Hyuuga-language, kissed the knuckles of her friend. "It is okay, my darling... Tell me when you are calm."
"My Queen, what is it that the King's lover cries for?" one of the servants asked softly, clinging to each other's dresses as the hysterical woman eventually calmed down. "Is her pregnancy scaring her once more?"
"No, no," Sakura shook her head carefully. Looking up to the sister of the dead King of the nomadic Hyuuga Kingdom, she gave a look of questioning.
Nodding, Hinata crounched down and allowed the shaking woman cling to her dress, listening to the whispers of the language Sakura was nearly fluent in. Nodding here and there, Hinata's eyes widened as she leaned back, unable to meet anyone's eyes as Tenten buried her face into her breats and she wrapped her arms around the weeping woman.
"Hinata..?" Sakura pressed her hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder. "What is it that she said?"
"Lady Hinata?" one of the servants tried when tears swelled into her pale eyes.
Looking down, Hinata allowed a single tear to slip down her cheeks. "The Sannin is dead by murder... The throne for Sannin is now open, and we will be attending the funrel."
Frozening her features to a blank face, Sakura slowly peeled herself away from the bodies of women cowering over her in shock. Standing up in her naked glory, Sakura slowly turned herself around and walked on the stoned floor.
"My Queen?"
Ignoring the sounds of her servants, Sakura continued her way over to the overly-steaming bath, her expressionless face focused soley on the bath. Slowly, Sakura stepped up to the ledge of the stairs that would descend her into the water.
"My Queen, the water is much to hot!" a servant gasped worriedly as their ruler took her first step into the boiling water, shocking the servants and Tenten, who was still on the floor clinging to Hinata. The Hyuuga woman closed her eyes as she kept her back to the woman who saved her.
"S-she is angry, my ladies," Hinata whispered to the servants, continuing to pet the hair of the woman who was conceived with her brother's child as his wife dipped herself into the bath to burn away her anger. "Leave h-her be..."
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Let the game begin.
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AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE- Because Kitty is horrible with first parts c: Next part will be better...I hope? Please, feel free to Review, Follow, Favorite or do nothing c:
To answer the questions I'm sure you have in mind:
-Sasuke has dreams that foretell futures, but they never make total sense until it happens. This idea was requested by a very dear friend of mine, so this is for her :3
-Sannin means legendary ninja, but I'm using the word for the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Are there seven Kingdoms? I'm working on that right now c:
-Yes, Sakura is married to Neji and Tenten is pregnant with Neji's child, but wait until the later parts for an explanation, okay?
Thank you and have a wonderful day, you sexy people ;D