Hear me Roar!
Summary : Naruto had many names : the pride of the Lannisters, the bastard child of Tywin, the prodigy. One thing is certain; he will do his utmost to uphold the name of his prestigious House. The Seven Kingdoms shall hear him roar!
Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto or A Song of Ice and Fire. They belong to their respective author.
Warnings : Cuss words and a lemon at the end of the chapter. This is rated M for a reason. If you are not of legal age, you can skip this part, as it does not impact the story.
Greetings, my Lords and Ladies. I, your faithful servant offer to you the first installment of the Hear me Roar! Fanfiction. Please, be at ease and enjoy the ride.
(Hear me Roar! – The pride of the Lannisters)
The pride of the Lannisters. That's how his grandfather called him; that fair-haired, blue-eyed bastard. Oh, he was no Lannister. He lacked the precious green eyes that distinguished the most powerful House of the realm.
He was his polar opposite. Whereas he was cruel, vindictive and hot-headed, he was kind, forgiving and collected. He was arrogant whereas he was humble. He was more handsome than him. He was loved by the guards, loved by the commoners, loved by his mother and uncle and everyone.
Joffrey fumed as he stood in front of his nemesis, the so-called bastard. He held his wooden sword in shaking hands, barely suppressing the urge to rush in and beat the boy senseless with the weapon. The worse thing was that he wasn't even amused or smug that he held such superiority over him. He stood calmly, with an air of bored indifference on his face, as if giving a thought on his opponent was too much of a bother.
With a battle cry, he propelled himself forward and struck with a vertical strike. The bane of his existence simply side-stepped the attack and lightly struck him in the back of the head.
"Anger makes you clumsy. Didn't Jaime taught you that?" He taunted.
Growling, he turned and attacked with renewed vigor, unleashing a fury of thrusts upon his opponent. The boy either avoided the attacks by side-stepping, bending forward, or countered with his own sword. However, with each strike he missed, he received two blows on his vital spots. Kidney, throat, heart, neck, no organ was spared.
How the boy could display so much accuracy and speed was beyond him.
Finally stopping, Joffrey stood bent forward, panting, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He cast a glance at his uncle standing near the doorway. His face displayed his amusement at the bout but he could also see that he disappointed him. It wasn't his fault if his self-appointed mortal rival was so strong!
He was interrupted from his angry thoughts as he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist which made him drop his sword. The sensation of a cool object touching his delicate throat brought him to the harsh reality; he had lost.
"Never turn your eyes from your opponent. I believe you're dead, my Prince."
Loud clapping echoed in the dome like sparing room. Jaime Lannister, son of Tywin Lannister strode confidently forward, his steps making nary a noise on the polished marble floor of the Red Keep's training chamber.
"Impressive as always. Kids these days… I'm not even sure I would be able to beat you…" Jaimie scratched his chin, pondering.
"You give me too much credit. I have to give it to Joffrey though; he has improved since our last spar." This was said without an ounce of humor, but Joffrey was certain the blond was mocking him.
"Shut up! Like a bastard like you could give me lessons on swordsmanship!" He yelled, angry.
The corners of the bastard's mouth lifted up and he was struggling not to grin at the petulant brat.
"Oh, I'm sorry my Prince. Did I huwt youw feelings?" He mocked, putting his hands over his heart, looking scandalized.
Joffrey left without a word, planning his revenge on the insufferable prick. The sound of his uncle's loud laugher dug deeply in his pride.
"That was harsh," the Kingslayer said as he controlled his laugher, "I have to ask, do you hate him?" he asked in all seriousness.
The boy gave a long-suffering sigh.
"No, I don't," he shook his head. That surprised Jaime, "but-"
"I think that he's a cruel and vicious cunt," the other interrupted him, "and he could definitely use some humility, but he's still a child. A terribly misguided one, but a brat nonetheless,"
The two of them spoke well into the evening, having not had any time to catch up during the last few weeks.
"Hmm, Joffrey is late. He was supposed to be here over an hour ago to review his performance…" Jaime trailed off uncertainly, worrying over his nephew's whereabouts.
"You're right," the boy frowned, "I'm gonna look for him. Maybe the idiot got lost or something."
"Be careful Naruto, the town is a shady place in the dark of the night."
(Hear me Roar! – The Cleaver and the Lion)
Joffrey kicked a rock in his path as he planned his revenge. The commoners stood a fair distance away from his, watching in amusement as the pampered little prince fumed. It was always entertaining to watch the arrogant snotty brat being brought down a peg or two by his unofficial uncle.
So caught up in his dark thoughts, Joffrey failed to notice the curtain of night rapidly falling over the great King's Landing. Unbeknownst to him, three shadows trailed him as he walked upon the seldom trodden cobbled pathways of the Old Quartier.
He was abruptly torn away from his thoughts for the second time today as he collided with a hard wall. Well he thought so anyway. Grumbling he looked up and took a step back as he beheld the 'wall'.
It was a very imposing man, at least two feet tall, with rippling muscles under his leather jacket. Two other men stood alongside the giant, both well-built, with nasty sneer upon their scarred faces.
Joffrey took another step back as he recognized them. They were outlaws of the worst sort; rapist and child murderers. They would not hesitate to cut his throat if it struck their fancy. And looking at the mad bloodlust shining in their eyes, struck their fancy it had.
Negotiation was a big no-no. They were mad hounds out for blood. Begging would bring naught but laughs. He had only two options; to fight or to flee. Fleeing was out of the equation as he was sure his scrawny legs could not in a thousand years distance these veterans of the war. With shaking hands, he went to unsheathe his sword, but he was stopped by a crushing grip on his forearm, stopping the motion.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A royal sheepling lost in the big bad wolf's lair…" The mountain of a man chortled. The two other bandits chuckled at the joke.
"Say, boss, what should do with the princess? Should we fuck her?" The man on the left asked with a perverted leer.
"No, no, I say we look if the muscles beneath a noble's skin is as red as ours…" the other took out a flaying knife.
Now Joffrey was positively terrified. Neither the thought of being raped or being flayed alive appealed to him.
"Know what guys? I think we should see how many bones we can crush before he looses consciousness. Then we can rape him and flay his Lordship!"
The other men quickly agreed, impatient as they were to fulfill their phantasm on the trembling young boy.
"I'm afraid you can't do that," a new voice interrupted, and Joffrey nearly wept in relief as his savior came.
"Three men ganging on a lone teen; how unsightly. Do you know the punishment for harming a member of the Royal Family is?" Naruto asked.
"Tch," the leader spoke, spitting on the pavement, "of course I know. Do you think you have what it takes to stop us, shrimp?" the mountain taunted.
Faster than he could see, the hand holding Joffrey fell to the ground with a disgusting sound. The spectators' eyes widened in disbelief. Fast!
"M-m-m-my hand ARGHHH!" The leader thrashed as the pain registered over the shock of his limb. With a wild thrash, he hit Joffrey in the nose. The prince fell with a grunt, clutching his bleeding nose.
"You want some too?" Naruto looked at the shocked men.
A common misconception was that, when faced with a superior number of opponents, one should aim for the strongest man. It is true when in large battles; the faster the general fell, the faster the army followed. It may also be the case when there is a monstrous gap of power between the strongest man and the rest of the group. In this case however, it simply angered the two remaining men.
They charged with a primal roar tearing itself from their throats. In less time that it took to say "Dear Lord", one was clutching his throat as the blond's blade slit it, the other coughed and wheezed as his right lung was punctured. The leader was quickly beheaded.
With a sharp swipe of his sword, Naruto freed the blade of blood, then put the sword back on his sheath. He extended a hand to Joffrey, a small smile etched on his face.
"Should we head back, my Prince?"
Joffrey Baratheon hesitantly nodded and took the offered appendage.
Whereas before the silence between them was tense, it now laid comfortably between the Lannister and the Baratheon.
(Hear me Roar! – Bumping through the ranks, youngling?)
Naruto kneeled in front of his King, his head bowed. Murmurs of how the boy had saved the prince and killed Abbot the Cleaver and his band of wrongdoers had travelled fast in the court. Abbot had after all felled men thrice as old and experienced as him.
The King of the Seven Kingoms, Robert Baratheon stood and walked toward the subject of the latest gossip. He unsheathed his sword and laid it lightly against the blond's left shoulder.
"I, Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, hereby name Naruto Lannister Friend of the Crown."
"It is an honor, my King," Naruto spoke calmly, yet his eyes burned with an inextinguishable fire.
"Now shoo, brat, Tywin is calling for you." Robert said in his rough voice.
(Hear me Roar! – The Lion King and its youngling)
"I heard about your promotion. I believe congratulations are in order."
Tywin Lannister was not only the richest man on the land, he was one of the most respected and feared men too. A boy of eighteen, he crushed House Reyne of Castamere. He brutally quelled any upstart wanting to make a name for himself. He married his cousin, a Lannister and had two beautiful children (he did not consider this thing as his child), one of which became the Queen of the realm, the other a prodigious knight; the infamous Kingslayer.
However, one of his greatest achievements to date was raising the young man in front of him. He was the paragon of what a Lannister should be; strong, handsome, righteous, kind but ruthless on the field, collected and smart. But most important of all, he was entirely devoted to his family.
The most ironic thing was that he was not a Lannister per se. He had found him, crying in a soft orange blanked next to the cold corpse of what must have been his mother. Such a shame, he had thought, to die so young. However he didn't think much of it; in war, even babies met death. He took the babe in his arms and examined him. He could have been a Lannister if not for his sapphire blue eyes.
He wondered if he should take him in. He had so much money that providing for an orphan would barely make a dent on his accounts, but he didn't think he had the patience to deal with children. He had had enough on his hands with his three children. Two of them turned to be incestuous twins, while the third spent his time fornicating and tainting their House's name.
The more Tywin looked at the infant, the more the thought of leaving him there repulsed him. There was an otherworldly quality to him, and it was ridiculous to say it about a child, but a charisma exuded from the tiny body, one that drew people in. There was a plethora of adjectives to qualify Tywin, but cruel was not one of them. He may be ruthless on the field and cold, but he never cautioned cruelty. And abandoning a child to his untimely death was cruel even in his standards.
The necklace around the small neck identified him as Naruto. So Tywin and the newly christened Naruto Lannister headed back to Casterly Rock.
He had raised Naruto as had his own sons, imparting on him the value of the Lannisters that were passed down from countless generations. He taught him politics and strategy, while he left other important subjects such as mathematics or chemistry to a few trusted tutors (the same as his sons'). He hired the best swordsmen of the Kingdoms to teach his adoptive son swordsmanship, and the boy took to it like a fish to water. His growth rate was so impressive his teachers surmised he would be taken to the Kingsguard before he reached sixteen.
Even if he didn't show it, Tywin was immensely proud of the boy.
"You must be wondering why I summoned you there." It was more of a statement than a question but Naruto nodded nonetheless. Tywin Lannister did not issue summons for trivial matters such as a promotions.
"I have decided to make you, Naruto Lannister, the sole heir of the House of Lannister!"
Naruto's eyes widened comically, before he controlled his facial features. He had thought the title would have belonged to Jaime or his spoilt grandson, not him; an outsider, not even a true Lannister.
"As such," he continued without heeding the boy's inner turmoil, "all my properties, wealth and titles shall belong to you upon my passing. I believe that you will know what to do with them, for the House of Lannisters to prosper for ages to come."
"I shall not disappoint." Naruto spoke solemnly.
A tiny smile graced Tywin's features. People said that he hadn't smiled since his beloved wife, Joanna's passing. Only Naruto managed to bring a smile on his face.
"That is all for today. And keep it under wraps, it would be most unfortunate if it were to fall in some ears…" He trailed off pensively.
"Before I forget, Naruto, you are now fourteen. You have come to an age where some things are expected of you, to perpetuate the name of your line."
A frown appeared on Naruto's face, then a blush assaulted him like a legion of Greyjoy.
"Y-Yes, I understand my Lord."
"What do you think of Lady Sansa?" Tywin asked out of the blue.
Naruto took a moment or two to collect his wits, then spoke hesitantly,
"She is intelligent, well-mannered and polite. She knows how to sew, cook and accomplish every task in the household. But what-" then it downed on him, "you want me to m-marry her?" he squeaked.
"Indeed," Tywin nodded solemnly, "if we could secure an alliance with the House of Starks, it would propel our military might well above most if not all the Kingdoms combined."
'Figures,' Naruto thought somewhat bitterly, 'he only wants to secure an alliance'. Though Naruto couldn't blame him, after all this alliance would be highly profitable to the family, as it would stave off any rebellion or extern assault.
"Our family comes first," Naruto nodded, "if I must marry Lady Sansa to protect it, then so be it."
Tywin had indeed raised him well. Unlike his deformed son, his adoptive son cared about his family and its image.
"Tomorrow you shall accompany that lazy slob and your family to Winterfell. Do us proud, Naruto."
With these parting words, the blond was dismissed.
(Hear me Roar! – Enshrouded in shadows)
"I see," a soft voice spoke from beneath a thick hood. "Tywin has made his move. It is high time we move our own pawn."
"What do you think of that other rumor?" His partner, equally hooded asked.
"About the Targaryen woman? It is mere speculation at best. Though we must stay cautious. After all, the greatest folly of the Mad King was that he threw caution to the win."
(Hear me Roar! – A procession of Lions)
"How long 'till we reach Winterfell?" Joffrey complained.
"Patience is a virtue." Naruto answered implacably.
"And you speak like an old man. You spend too much time around Tywin." Jaime jested.
A vein throbbed in his temple. Jaime and his wits drove him to the end of his, no pun intended.
"Look, we can see the Keep."
"So that's Winterfell? That's much less impressive than father made it out to be." Joffrey spoke with disappointment laced in his tone.
"To a boy hailing from King's Landing, that may be so, but it is still the most prominent structure in the North." Jaime chided him.
The procession reached the great gates without any further interaction. They passed quite a lot of rows of guards and finally arrived. The carriage came to a halt and out came Jaime, marching regally, like he owned the place. Joffrey followed soon after that. Then Naruto came out, his steps confident, and face betraying none of the awe upon seeing the magnificent castle.
Tradition dictated that the King and his Consort must travel alone in a carriage, which means they were the last to come out.
After the King, Jaime, Cersei and Joffrey were introducted, the King introducted Naruto,
"This, here is my brother-in-law and Friend of the Crown, Naruto Lannister."
Eddard's eyebrow rose at the "brother-in-law" comment, as it was well known that Tywin Lannister's wife, Joanna, died during Tyrion's childbirth. The man had never taken another wife, and he would never be unfaithful by committing an affair either. That only left adoption as a plausible solution.
"Friend of the Crown? That's a high achievement for one so young." Eddard Stark asked instead.
"Yeah, the boy saved my son from a certain death by killing Abbot the Cleaver and his band."
Whispers spread like wildfire at the shocking news. Abbot was a swordsman of a certain renowned, and had already killed three men at once with his massive meat cleaver he called a sword.
Eddard Stark hummed appreciatively. Who knew there was so much strength in a body so frail? He then proceeded to introduce his family.
"This is Catelyn, Robb, Bran, Arya, Rickon and Sansa."
Naruto bowed deeply and drew his arm forward, revealing a magnificent bouquet of exotic flowers.
"A bouquet of Everbloom is a meager gift, for they pale in comparison to your beauty, my Lady."
Indeed a Lannister, Eddard thought sardonically. The flowers only grew in extreme conditions; they could only thrived on grounds that had been bathed in a dragon's fire. They easily cost his weight in gold, though seeing as the Lannisters possessed the quasi-totality of the gold mines; it was not a surprise he could obtain them.
Lady Sansa blushed at those words but accepted the flowers nonetheless. He sure was a smooth talker. She hadn't had the chance to look at him, but now that she took a look, she couldn't stop the glee that someone like him took an interest in her.
He was handsome to say the least. His shoulder-length blond hair framed his sharp aristocratic features. His high cheekbone and strong jaw for a boy his age gave him a regal air. His skin was tanned and smooth. He had startling blue eyes that shone with kindness and affection.
So caught up she was in her examination, she failed to notice the angry glare directed at him by the prince.
"I'm afraid we must curtail this meeting. You and your men must surely be tired and hungry. The feast will soon be served." Lord Stark interrupted, amused.
"Finally, yeah, I could eat a horse!" King Robert's voice boomed as he laughed.
(Hear me Roar! – The Bastard and the Lion)
The stench of sex hung heavy in the air, and he could see a few bottles of expensive wine strewn haphazardly on the wooden floor.
"Debauched much, dear Tyrion?" A youthful voice asked sternly.
Tyrion looked down from his position on the bed and found the scowling face of one Naruto Lannister.
Naruto, a boy holding so much raw talent inside his lean frame that it was a never ending surprise that he didn't blow up in a giant display of talented pyrotechnics.
That was one of the things for which Tyrion would never forgive his father. He had bereft the boy of a happy childhood, turning the small bundle of energy into a collected and calculating mind.
And what a mind it was. It was one of the most brilliant of the realm. He was absorbing knowledge like a thirsty man in the northern wastes drank water, was able to juggle with abstract concepts and come up with outstanding battle strategies. It was second to his, that went without saying, but still remarkable nonetheless. The boy had inherited it from his father doubtlessly.
"You simply fail to appreciate the finer aspects of life, dear brother; tits and wine!" He replied joyfully.
Naruto pinched his nose to stop the horrid smell from invading his senses.
"It seems I do," he answered dryly, "come now, dinner will be served in a few minutes."
"Aye aye, I'm coming,"
He got up, the blanked sliding from his short form, uncovering his self-dubbed glorious assets, and the perky tits of his companion.
"You could use some modesty," Naruto chided, shaking his head.
"And you could use some cunt."
Naruto huffed and left. Damn Tyrion and his wits.
(Hear me Roar!)
Jon Snow was practicing his sword skills, alone. He felt a little betrayed that he hadn't been introduced to the Lannisters and the King, but it was to be expected. After all, he was Ned's bastard.
He didn't notice a shadow creeping nearer and nearer. Only when he felt the cold steel of a sword, did he notice it. It was a boy of fourteen at most. He gazed at him with sharp blue eyes.
"Were I an enemy, you would be dead." He silently appraised the black-clad young man in front of him. Wavy black hair fell like a curtain on two strong shoulders. He was muscled though lean and held himself like any proud prince. Although he was a bastard, he was still Eddard Stark's son, the Prince of the North.
"I did not sense you coming," Jon asked in wonder.
"That much is obvious," Naruto said. His eyes glinted mischievously then, "tell you what, let's make a deal. You want to go to the Wall, don't you? If you beat me, I let you go, but if I beat you, you become my Sworn Sword."
Jon's eyes widened. Becoming a Sworn Sword was no light matter. The consequences were numerous and far-reaching. They were basically like a squire, protecting the Lord of a Noble House. This yielded a lot of boons, like a Noble title, access to ancient libraries and obscure and powerful artifacts. But it was also constraining. A Sworn Sword had to obey every order of the Lord he protected. He also had no right to marry without consulting his Lord. And every possession of his would belong to his Lord.
"That is quite a deal. You have a lot to gain, but I don't. You just let me go?" He snorted.
"Ah, I can add something to make the balance lean the other way. This," he unsheathed his sword. It was one of the finest Jon had ever thin. Perfect length and balance, but he could see that there was something else. His eyes widened when he saw the emblem carved on the handle, "is a Valeryan Steel sword. It was forged in the Chasm over a thousand years ago. It is said that it has slain the Great Dragon Ballistor."
That was one hell of a deal. This sword could, if sold to the right person, buy armies. He wondered how a kid so young could obtain such an exquisite artifact.
"You… you're no ordinary Lord, are you not?"
"That is correct. My name is Naruto Lannister, son of Tywin."
"Well, Naruto, consider it a deal. Prepare to relinquish your possession of the sword."
He got into the stance drilled into him by his father.
"Cocky, aren't you? Come at me with your best, Snow."
Naruto too got into his stance. It privileged fast and precise strikes, aiming do debilitate his opponent, rather than overpowering him.
Jon came at him with strong strikes. He tended to overextend himself with his forward thrust, and Naruto capitalized on that. With a lightning fast swipe of his sword, Jon's cheek cut open, and a thin line of blood appeared on the pale, smooth skin.
"First blood!" Naruto declared.
Not to be deterred, Jon continued his assault. He realized one thing. The more the fight dragged on, the wider the chasm between their abilities widened. This was simply ridiculous. He was at least four years his junior and he fought like a man thrice his age, a seasoned veteran.
The limits of his abilities was made apparent as he failed to deliver one true strike, while his body was littered with cuts and bruises from Naruto's strikes with the pointy end and the flat of his sword. Finally the edge of the blade rested near his Adam apple, while his sword clattered with a loud noise on the pavement nearby.
"Check Mate"
Jon sighed as he went to pick his sword up. He was indeed a sword wielding prodigy. It utterly baffled him how a boy so young could fight and disarm him with such ease.
Now he had to become his Sworn Sword. It was ironic, really, as a Sworn Sword was supposed to be stronger than his Lord, so he could protect him efficiently, not the other way around.
He carded a hand through his lush hair. He wondered how his father and surrogate mother would take the piece of news.
"Come, the dinner must have already begun. You must be hungry."
As if on cue, his stomach roared hungrily, and he looked away, embarrassed. Naruto's soft laugher echoed in the empty courtyard.
(Hear me Roar! – A feast of Death)
"Ah, the topic of the latest gossip has finally graced us with his presence." Tyrion lifted his goblet of wine, "Let us drink, in honor of the God of wine who continues to grace us with the finest Red in the Seven Kingdoms!"
The men cheered loudly and drank noisily the liquor of the gods.
Naruto shook his head at the display and went to seat at a table, choosing to sit next to Joffrey.
He tuned out all the conversation around him, only saying one or two words to confirm or disprove a rumor.
A snippet of conversation caught his undivided attention though.
"Rumor says that they have been sighted North of the Wall." Hushed whispers milled about the table.
"Ridiculous!" One of the men scoffed, "It's been thousands of years since they have trodden the land of the living."
"I dunno man. That Will was a good lad. He may not have been the bravest of the pack, but he would never flee from the enemy. I am inclined to believe him…"
More whispers were exchanged. Naruto's eyes narrowed. That could spell disaster upon the realm and every living being in general. It was but a rumor, yet it still needed to be carefully checked.
(Hear me Roar! – The She-wolf and the Lion)
Arya Stark scowled as she picked up herbs and mushrooms for tonight's dinner. Sansa and she had gotten into a heated argument about the latest pain in her neck, namely one Naruto Lannister.
She could not understand why her sister acted like he was the best thing to come to the Seven Kingdoms since the butter knife.
She gagged as she remembers his mushy words. So he thought he was a romantic huh?
"Stupid blond." She muttered.
She bent over to pick up a white mushroom.
"Not this one. It's venomous."
"And how do you know?" she barked without looking at the interloper.
"Its color is pure white. It's an Amanita Exitialis. It is said that 50 gram of its toxin has enough toxicity to kill an adult." He picked up a yellow mushroom from her basket.
"And this is an Amanita Gemmata. It contains muscimol, a psychoactive alkaloid which induces sedative-hypnotize effects and ibotenic acid, a powerful neurotoxin. It is known to cause visual hallucination, vomiting, coma, convulsions or sometimes… death."
He threw the mushroom far away. "I do not fancy dying poisoned." He announced dryly.
She had the decency to blush.
"Don't think that because you helped me, I will like you!" She stuck out her tongue and turned sharply on her heels.
Naruto followed her, pointing out dangerous mushrooms and others good for consumption.
"You're a botanist or what?" She asked, infuriating by his never-ending knowledge.
"Nope, but when you travel, you must know all there is to know about edible plants. Oh, and also, I studied my chemistry."
She dropped her basket and poked him with a finger.
"You're all my sister talks about! Naruto this, Naruto that… What's so special about you anyway? You don't even look strong!"
"You should not judge a book by its cover. I may not look strong, but I still defeated Jon." He grinned at the disbelief on her face, "You can ask him later if you want."
The shock was replace by admiration, "That's neat! Can you teach me your secret techniques?!"
Naruto laughed and ruffled her hair, "There's no secret technique, only hard work and dedication. Although…" He got pensive. He motioned for her to come nearer. Once she did so, he bent forward to whisper in her ear.
"Strike them in the nuts." He laughed once more at her incredulous face and light blush marring her cheeks.
(Hear me Roar! – The Houses of the Wolf and the House of the Stag)
"I see your girl is enamored with young Naruto, eh, Ned?" The King gave a deep belly laugh while Eddard Stark chuckled.
"It seems so, indeed. What do you think of it?" Eddard wanted to see his friend's insight on this matter.
"Well, I would have preferred if Joffrey got dips first, but…" he heaved a deep sigh, "he… would not be right for your daughter."
Ned's eyebrow rose. Joffrey had acted courteous and had been a perfect gentleman. He could not see the problem.
"I hate to say this about my own son, but Joffrey is cruel. I have begun training session with Naruto in order to curb his bad tendencies, but I'm afraid this one shall never disappear."
"I see. And what do you think of this Naruto character?"
The King pondered before giving his honest answer,
"I must say that I like the kid. Do you know how the old goat Tywin calls him?" At Ned's headshake, he exclaimed, "The pride of the Lannisters!"
Eddard whistled. It was indeed an achievement to hear the stoic head of the House of the Lion call one of his own as such.
"My thoughts exactly. He is also gentle and caring, and is fiercely loyal to those he calls his "precious people", which consist mainly of his family. He will be a devoted husband, and a good protector of his wife, and her family."
Eddard nodded. That would be a good match. Moreover it seemed his daughter was a hundred percent willing to be his match. He cringed at the thought of announcing it to his wife. She still thought that Sansa was her little baby that had to be sheltered at all cost. They had been the same age as her when their parents arranged their marriage.
Seeing his distress, Robert patted his shoulder, "Yeah, it will be a hard pill to swallow for Cat!" he laughed long and hard.
(Hear me Roar! – The Will of the Berserker)
That night, Naruto couldn't sleep. No matter how much he turned in his bed, Morpheus did not embrace him.
He decided he might as well get up and fill his empty stomach. Stretching, he put on his warm slippers and left the bedroom, silent as death, and headed to the kitchens.
On his way, he heard strange noises coming from a bedroom, not far from Sansa's.
Curiosity got the best of him and almost against his will he chanced a glance through the keyhole. What he saw made him blush furiously and take a step back in surprise. He tried to tell himself that he was not aroused by the sight.
Indeed, inside were two very naked and curvaceous women doing unspeakable things to each other.
"Come in." A sultry voice beckoned. Gulping loudly, his shaking hands turned the door handle.
Now, Naruto was accustomed to seeing naked women as his brother Tyrion often indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, but it still was something to see two succubi, for the vile temptresses could only be demon, urging him to do this to them.
Hormones were warring ferociously against his conscience, and it seemed that they won, as he stepped forward, advancing on the bed to meet the tantalizing flesh.
Little did he know that this all was a plot formulated by the Master of Whisperers to break any form of affection between the Lannister and the Lady Stark. It was painfully simple and brutally efficient. Naruto would make love to the whores, and their cries would wake Lady Sansa, who slept conveniently near. Then she would walk in on them and all plans of marriage would fly out of the window.
"I-I can't. Lady Sansa…" Naruto managed to pant as an expert hand rubbed the bulge in his pants.
"Leave the stupid girl out of this, it is only us now." One of the hookers played with the hem of his boxer. She was stopped by an iron, unyielding grip.
A feral growl escaped Naruto's throat. Red eyes, blazing like hellfire stared unflinchingly at the two harlots, whose eyes had widened in unadulterated fear.
"Do not speak of her like that ever!" His voice had a rough and raw quality that made them shiver uncontrollably.
A spark of recognition ignited in their eyes as they beheld the changed blond. It was the famed Will of the Berserker that transformed him. The Will was a hereditary trait passed down from the Whirlpool House. Even then, it was extremely rare to possess it. Furthermore, the House had been exterminated, which meant that the bloodline was thought extinct.
Naruto released the appendage and without further ado left the bedroom.
(Hear me Roar! – Scheming in the dark)
Lord Baelish, also known as Littlefinger in certain circles read a letter from one of his spies in Winterfell.
"That is fascinating!"
"What is?" his partner, one of the greatest knights of his time, Selmy Barristan, asked.
"It seems that the young Lion is full of surprises. He has inherited the Will of the Berserker."
A confused frown marred his companion's face, "The Will of the Berserker?"
"I'm not surprised that you don't know about it," Littlefinger chuckled, "after all, it is a well-kept secret. In fact, if not for my extensive spy network I would not even know about it. The Will of the Berserk hails from the time dragons roamed freely across the lands. One particular tribe was subjected to their wrath.
The Whirlpool House, led by the fierce warlord Kogan faced the dragons fearlessly, but even he was powerless to stop the rampage. As a desperate bid to save his people, he summoned an ancient evil, willingly damning his soul to have the power to slay the beasts. The evil entity agreed and give him a blessing - or is that a curse? – The Will of the Berserker. Under its influence, the man developed superhuman speed, strength and reflexes.
Dragonfire melt his skin, but he shook it off as the regenerative power kicked in, a second skin growing in mere seconds. Powerful paws broke his bones, but they immediately mended and grew stronger. A true immortal and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. He slayed countless dragons and saved his people.
Eventually he died, but his powers passed down to his children, and the children of his children. However, it is said to awaken only in people that are bless with the divine's will.
There has not been a Berserker for two hundred years. If there had been, the world would have been dominated by the Whirlpool House like it was in the times of Kogan. To think that the mythical bloodline would awaken now of all times…"
This explained a lot of things. Naruto's strength, inhuman reflexes and fabulous speed were due to his bloodline.
This just made the young Lannister's value skyrocket. After all, every Kingdom would fight wars to have an immortal warrior among them.
Ser Barristan couldn't wait to get his hands on the boy. He had wanted him in his Kingsguard since the moment he had seen the boy's prowess with a sword. Under his tutelage, he would grow to be the most powerful warrior the realm had ever seen since Aemon Targaryen. Maybe he would even surpass him.
Meanwhile, Lord Baelish created and discarded options at an impressive rate.
Plans needed to be made. Great plans indeed…
(Hear me Roar! – The voice from within)
Naruto tried to clear his head from the haze that had settled in it. It was like a red curtain had fallen over his eyes, his vision tunneling, only focusing on the two women in front of him.
Then the urge had come, surging from his belly with the force of a geyser, asking –no demanding- their blood. It was a heady feeling. His brain had turned to mush, and his body shook with tremors of near-orgasmic pleasure as raw power coursed through his veins.
He wanted to tear them apart, limb from limb, and feast on their dismembered bodies. He wanted to partake in the sinful pleasures of the flesh while he carved deep gouges on their corpses.
He had to leave, as with each passing second, his willpower was dimming, and the beast menaced to overtake him.
The cool night breeze caressed him, appeasing his temper like a soothing balm dulls a burn.
The most frightening thing however was that voice that resonated deep in his head. It held an otherworldly quality that frightened him and put him on guard.
"The pact… must be completed." It said, "The advent shall come soon, young Berserker…"
He tried to tune it out. He really did. But no matter how much you try to ignore something, a part of you always knows.
"You are not prepared for my return."
Without another word, the presence in his mind disappeared.
"Can't sleep?" Jaime asked. He was standing behind him, arms crossed.
"No. Voices in my head…"
Jaime looked at him long and hard for a few seconds, and his head was thrown back as he laughed.
"It is a true tragedy that schizophrenia would strike one so young." He said mirth in his eyes.
Naruto groaned. Well, said like that, it was true that it could indicate this condition.
"Do you know anything about a Berserker?" He asked instead.
Jaime scratched his chin before replying, "That depends. Berserker is a title given to powerful warlords gone crazy, like the Mad King. And I guess there are these Berserkers…"
Seeing Naruto's raised eyebrow, he explained all he knew about the Will of the Berserker. Naruto listened with rapt attention, asking a few questions about the House or the time of the dragons.
It was quite a lengthy albeit interesting tale.
"You should get some sleep. We leave tomorrow." Jaime said as he vacated the premises.
"Berserker, huh?" Naruto asked to no one. Yawning, he decided to postpone these considerations. A good night of sleep helps clear one's head.
(Hear me Roar! – The accident)
Naruto had a bad feeling. As if something terrible was going to happen. He shook his head and strode purposefully toward the Great Hall, intent on filling his stomach with North's great food.
He sat down next to Tyrion, in front of Cersei. There was something not right. The atmosphere was tense. Cersei was glaring at Tyrion, who was eating nonchalantly a slice of bacon on toasted bread.
"Is something the matter?" He asked as he buttered a slice of bread.
"Nope. We were just talking about this terrible accident that befell Bran." Tyrion said.
"Accident?"
"He fell off the watchtower. It was quite a fall seeing as he fell into a coma. I asked his mother, and it was the first time he slipped. Quite the accident indeed." He cast obvious glances at his blood brother and sister.
"What are you implying?" Cersei hissed.
"Me? Nothing, just stating the state of affairs. Well then, by your leave, brothers, sister."
He stood up and left, whistling a jaunty tune.
Naruto had an inkling about what happened.
"You don't believe him, do you?" She asked Naruto, worry creeping in her eyes.
Naruto closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened them, they were calm, belying the inner turmoil that shook him.
"Family above all." He said with an air of finality.
And it hurt to say that. It hurt so bad he wanted to weep. His hands were clutching the expensive material of his pants so hard they had turned white.
"If that is all." Naruto got up, dusting off his pants. "I shall take my leave."
"You see," Jaime said once he was gone, "I knew we could count on him. He appreciates the value of a family, unlike Tyrion."
It was a wonder that the morally upright Naruto turned a blind eye on their wrongdoings. It proved how much he cared about family. It may be due to the fact that he would have been an orphan had Tywin not taken him in.
"You're right." Cersei released a shaky breath. "We are really blessed to have a sibling such as he."
"You hurt me," Jaime jested, his hands over his heart. "I thought that I was the only sibling that mattered."
"Idiot." Cersei elbowed him in the ribs, earning an 'Oof' from her twin.
(Hear me Roar! – Tough choices)
One of the deciding factors that stayed Naruto's hand in this sordid matter was the fact that Bran was still alive. Depending on the severity of his coma, he had more or less chances to be saved, but he could still be saved nonetheless.
He went to find the boy. He saw Jon Snow leaving the room. He was quite pale, paler than his normal complexion.
Knocking on the room, he waited for the "enter" from the mistress of the House and penetrated in the room.
She looked truly miserable. Her long hair was dishevelled and her eyes were red from crying.
Naruto looked gloom as he beheld the sorry state of her son.
"I am sorry to intrude, my Lady, but I thought that I may be of some help."
"How can you help?" Her voice broke, "Can you bring my baby back?" she asked desperately.
"I am afraid I cannot guaranty that. However, I have something that may hasten his recovery." He pulled out a vial from his jacket's pocket.
"This is Liquid Panacea. It is made of several extremely rare plants that grow north of the Wall, deep inside the Haunted Forest. It goes without saying that it is insanely expensive. A small vial like it is worth both our weight combined in diamond."
He uncorked the vial and showed it to Lady Catelyn.
"How do I know it is not poison? You may very well be an assassin sent to end my son's life."
Naruto sighed. Very carefully, he put a few drops of the mixture on his tongue, then swallowed.
Catelyn sagged in relief. If it was truly Liquid Panacea, then the chances of Bran awakening went through the roof.
"Do you expect payment now? I can fetch the necessary gold…" Catelyn would spend any amount of money as her son's wellbeing was the only thing that mattered.
"No, this will be free. I think it is my duty to do whatever I can to insure your son stays safe." Catelyn looked perplexed and he elaborated, "We are your guest, and if something were to happen to you or your family, it would reflect very badly on the House of Lannister."
'Not to mention that, if it really is who I think it is, we owe you this at the very least.'
Nodding gratefully, Catelyn only watched as he poured the liquid into her son's mouth. He massaged his throat gently to get the boy to swallow.
They only had to wait for a few minutes for the panacea to take full effect. Bran's eyelids fluttered open, and he had to blink a few times to adjust to the light assaulting his irises.
"Bran! Thank the old gods, you are well."
She cried as she hugged her son. She turned her head to Naruto, still holding her son.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I don't know how we can repay you…"
Naruto smiled, "Seeing such a scene is all the payment I could ever need." Though internally he winced. His father was going to gut him once he learned of the misuse of the potion he had made his son promise to carry in all circumstances.
"Now Bran, do stop if it hurts, but do you remember anything about your accident."
Asking a recently out of coma patient was stretching it, but Naruto really had to know if he recalled any event that happened before he fell.
Concentrating, Bran pulled a lot of funny faces that made Naruto smile as he tried to remember but shook his head.
Naruto heaved a sigh of relief internally. Thankfully the boy did not remember anything. It meant no measures had to be taken.
With a slight bow, he excused himself and left the mother and son to their devices.
(Hear me Roar! - Departure)
"I cannot thank you enough." Lord Eddard Stark bowed his head. He had heard about the helping hand Naruto had lent to his son and couldn't help but feel overwhelming gratefulness toward the blond.
"You do not need to thank me as I only did what I felt was the right thing." Naruto said, a bit embarrassed at the attention.
"If you need anything, we would be honoured to provide it. Do know that you are forever welcome within our walls."
Naruto bowed, "I'll keep that in mind, thank you for your offer."
The journey back to King's Landing was an uneventful one. Naruto asked a few questions to his Sworn Sword, mainly to know the man better. He liked this Jon Snow. He had guts and was fiercely loyal to his family, both traits they shared and could appreciate.
He wondered how he could use the recent indebtedness of the House of Stark. He was not one to let occasions such as these slip through his fingers, and this was a golden one. He was sure his father would be proud. After all, to have two of the most powerful Houses of the Seven Kingdoms in his debt at fourteen was nothing short of outstanding.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Joffrey casting him brief glances. He sighed, carding a hand through his hair, and looked at his nephew.
"Is there something you want to say?"
Joffrey looked away. There was something on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated. Finally, he spoke uncertainly.
"I never thanked you for having rescued me." He said.
Naruto's eyebrows rose. He never thought in a thousand years that the conceited brat would thank him.
"Think nothing of it. I already told you that while we may not always get along, you're family. I would die a thousand times over to protect my precious people."
Unbeknownst to him, Joffrey shook with a mix of rage and shame. What had he done to deserve someone like him? He had spat on him on more than one occasion, denying their kinship.
He laughed humorlessly. "You fool."
Naruto twitched but did not answer.
Night's curtain fell rapidly over the group. They set a camp in a clearing near a stream. He could hear the pitter patter of water and quickly deduced that there was a waterfall nearby. Naruto fetched a bow and a few arrows from a carriage. He always hunted and cooked his own food. Greater men than him had died from poisoning. Furthermore he liked the thrill he got from hunting.
With marksman accuracy, he fired three arrows in a quick succession. He smirked as the deer toppled, dead. He had to strike fast and true, otherwise the meat would be hard because of the animal's stress.
With great difficulty, he carried the deer to the campfire. He methodically cut the flesh, removed the innards and pulled the meat free from the bones.
"You look like you could use some help." Jon Snow said as he saw Naruto struggling to cut a particularly hard muscle. Naruto merely grunted, and with Jon's help they soon had the deer meat in a neat pile.
They each took a part of the stack and cooked it over the fire. A comfortable silence stretched between them, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the noises of the grasshoppers.
"So," Jon said, having finished his first piece of meat, "do you always hunt your own game?"
Naruto nodded. "It is a habit my father drilled into me. Old habits die hard." He said, swallowing a mouthful of the succulent dish.
"What did your father say about you becoming my Sworn Sword?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"He said that I should bear the title with pride. Your house is a prestigious one, and it is an honor to be able to serve it. I shall do it to the best of my ability." He said with an unshakable determination.
"I would also like to thank you for saving Bran." He said, head bowed.
Naruto was starting to get annoyed. Were all the Starks going to thank him? Assuring him that it was nothing, he finished his meal and excused himself, pretexting having to answer to nature's call.
On his way out of the camp, a sight made him stop dead in his tracks. Heat spread across his face and toward a certain part of his anatomy, and he had to shift subtly to hide his obvious arousal. There, under the waterfall was a naked Lady Sansa in all her splendor, bathing in the no-doubt chilling water. Her back faced him but he could still see the outline of her luscious body.
He must have stayed for a long time, observing as she scrubbed her body and applied soap to her hair. He knew that it was indecent, and he would later berate himself for his shameful conduct, but he could not tear his eyes from the sight. The cold of the night must have gotten through him as he shivered and sneezed loudly.
Sansa jumped at the sound, like a deer caught in headlight and turned to face the intruder, her arms covering her private parts. Not fast enough as Naruto caught an eyeful of the glorious naked body. Some blood trickled down his nose, which he wiped with the sleeve of his jacket.
Naruto turned over. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look. Not that it wasn't a great sight – no I meant…" he fumbled, digging his grave deeper with each passing second.
He heard the rustling of clothes and soft footsteps approaching.
"It's alright, my Lord." Sansa said. She was shocked that someone as well-brought-up as Naruto would peep, but if he said that it was a mistake, then a mistake it surely was. She would believe in him.
It still didn't make the situation any less awkward and a heavy blush still coated her cheeks. He had said that she was a great sight, and that made butterflies go wild in her stomach.
"Right, I believe I should leave." Naruto said, stepping away from the waterfall.
"No please. Stay with me." Sansa didn't want to be alone. Not tonight.
Naruto granted her request and they both sat in a companionable silence, listening to the sound of falling water.
"Did you make up with your sister?" Naruto asked out of the blue.
Sansa looked surprised, "How did you know that we had an argument?"
Naruto chuckled, "Well, little Arya was in a foul mood when I found her a few days ago."
Sansa seethed inside. She had better not have taken her anger out on Naruto. Naruto raised his hands in a placating manner.
"Don't worry, we got along just fine. She's such a little spitfire, this one." He chuckled good-naturedly.
They talked for a few more hours about their lives in general. It was getting late, and the cold wind was more biting than ever. He saw her shivering and undid the clasp of his cloak, covering her with the warm, expensive fabric. He did a small victory dance inside; honor redeemed.
He escorted her to her tent and went to his after bidding her farewell.
He lay in his bed tossing and turning as he couldn't find sleep's embrace. It seemed to be a common occurrence as of late. He would have to investigate this matter.
Finally he succumbed to blissful sleep.
(Hear me Roar! – Of wet dreams)
Warning, Lime!
Naruto stood with his back to the naked Sansa. He was sporting a raging boner and his hormones were driven crazy. He heard soft footsteps approaching. He stiffened; pardon the pun, as he felt two mounds of flesh against his back.
Two arms encircled his chest making his heart beat a furious tattoo against his ribcage.
"I'm flattered, my Lord." Her hot breath tickled his ear and made his a shuddering mess.
A small hand deftly slid under his pants and boxer and caught his throbbing member in a gentle grip. Naruto barely repressed a moan as the hand slid up and down his length, ever so slowly. She was driving mad with need and she knew it, the little minx.
The tempo picked up in pace, and he felt her other hand gently fondle his balls. It nearly undid him. But he had his pride, and he would not come yet. The movements stopped abruptly, and he whined at the loss.
He saw her walk around him and she kneeled in front of him. She pulled his pants down and gripped his tights. He stared at her in disbelief. Surely she was not going to…
His head was thrown back as she licked his head tentatively. He did not repress a moan this time. She grew more confident and liked the underside of his sex, tongue leaving wet trails over his veins. Then she took more and more of his member into her mouth and he moaned loudly as she reached the hilt.
Now, Naruto may not be the biggest of the bunch, but he was still well endowed for his age, and so was Sansa. It amazed him that she managed to take him whole without gagging. She really knew her stuff. There went the image of the pure maiden.
He did not ponder on it long as her head bobbing up and down brought forth other concerns. His hands gripped her hair tightly –though not enough to bruise- and he accompanied her movement, hips thrusting rhythmically with her bobbing.
"I-I'm gonna…" He tried to warn her, pulling back, but she surprised him when she leaned forward, his member still lodged in her throat.
With a cry of "Sansa!" he came, spilling his seed deep inside her throat.
End Lime.
He woke up with a start, his body still shivering. Looking down, he groaned at his embarrassing problem. Now, how to clean the sticky mess without being seen…
Joffrey grinned evilly inside the tent next to Naruto's. He had heard Naruto cry out "Sansa" in his sleep. Blackmail material…
(Hear me Roar! – End of Chapter 1)
Warning : huge author's note coming up!
Well, folks, that's it for the first installment. I hope it pleases you, and I'm certain you have a few questions and remarks.
First off, yes Naruto was adopted by Tywin Lannister. The circumstances of the adoption will be explained at a later date and will be a crucial plot twist.
You may have wondered about Naruto's strength. Yes, he is strong. Unbelievably so.
He was trained by the best knights in the Seven Realms thanks to his father's fortune and connections. Plus he has inherited his ancestor's superhuman speed, strength and reflexes.
However, I would like to point out that many knights like Ser Barristan and Jaime Lannister still wipe the floor with him. He may be good for someone his age, he still lacks the experience forged by countless battles. It shall come in due time, but for the time being, he is relatively weak.
Beating a few thugs, a younger pampered boy and an inexperienced young man do not count as great achievements in my book.
Then, there is Naruto's vast knowledge. Tywin made it a point to have each one of his children as knowledgeable as possible. He had many learned men teach his sons about all the aspects of life, be it politics, mathematics of chemistry.
You may wonder about Naruto's smooth talk and personality in general. He was taught how to court women from a young age. Indeed, arranged marriage is very common in the realm, the Starks being a prime example. As such, it is expected of all Heir Lords to know how to charm anybody, to avoid a massive blunder that would reflect badly on their House.
Now, about his personality… Truth be told, when he was a child, Naruto was a bubbly knucklehead. However, under Tywin's strict tutelage, he outgrew his childish tendencies and became the collected young man you now know. He still retains some traits, as he often laughs and sometime jests. Plus, he is really loyal to his family.
Well, that is all. Please, if you could be so kind as to review, I would greatly appreciate that. Anyway, see you soon for the next chapter of Hear me Roar! !
