A Song of a Deranged Lion (Naruto x Game of Thrones)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All the characters, names and places belong to their respective owners.

M-Rated: Because it's game of throne (Blood, violence, body on body rubbing…)

Beta-ed: By Uzumaki-sama011

"Talking" – Thoughts/Implication – (Scenario) – Important Stuff – [Different-Language] – {Written Text}

This is a serious story, although there are some moments of insanity with the protagonist. Let us start with the first arc of the saga!


=[A Young Lion]=
1

"I told you, I am not insane!" a blond boy of around 17 years old shouted loudly, slamming down his fist onto the hard, wooden table before an older man. The gesture shook the table heavily, and it even left behind a small hand imprint in the hard material.

The boy's father eyed him before huffing slightly in annoyance. The boy's eyes weren't like those of his father, who had bright green, emerald like colored eyes. His were bright oceanic blue; he must have inherited them from his mother. He was born as a bastard, but he was still a Lannister.

Tywin Lannister, the head of house Lannister, the Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport and Warden of the West, leaned back against his chair and examined his youngest son with some self-reflection. He had had a moment of weakness after the sacking of King's Landing due to the atrocities he had committed. It occurred towards the end of Aerys II Targaryen's reign; the last member of House Targaryen to rule the Seven Kingdom.

Now a Stag was sitting on the Iron Throne in King's Landing instead of a Dragon.

Regardless, what was done was done; he had brought the boy back with him to Casterly Rock, the ancestral stronghold of House Lanninster after the boy had drawled in his first breath. He also sent the boy's mother to where a whore should go.

The Lord of Casterly Rock had three sons and they all turned out to be failures. One after another. However, his youngest had shown more promise than his first two and thus the boy was honored with the Lannister's name. Tywin had high hope for Jaime Lannister. Unfortunately, the incestuous son took an oath of a Kingsguard, which meant the moron was sworn to a life of knightly virtues, not be able to take a wife or sire any children in the Lannister's name.

Jaime couldn't be his heir, and really, did the boy really think that he didn't know about the little secret he kept with his twin sister, Cersei Lannister? So far, Tywin let it go simply because the resulting scandal – if it ever came to light – would definitely bring more shame to his House. He didn't even bother giving a thought about his second oldest son, Tyrion Lanninster, the ever so popular imp, who took the love of his life away the day it came into the world.

His last son was the seventeen year old boy named Kalan Lannister…

"Do you still hear voices?" Tywin asked slowly.

"No… SHUT UP!" Kalan denied before snapping at the air as if he heard something in the empty room. However, there wasn't anyone else in the room besides father and son, and perhaps the wind that was blowing in through the only 'open' window on one side of the chamber.

"Do you still have black outs? Do you still see strange flashes?" Tywin asked several more questions. Kalan looked at his father before cocking his head toward the ceiling, then at the floor, then at the wall in a string of agitated movements.

He repeated it a few more times.

"No..." Kalan finally answered with a lie after he got tired of looking around. He was constantly assaulted with strange visions of a life he'd never lived; in a world that was more violent than this one; with strange magic that dwarf all the tales he ever heard of when he was but a child. Those dreams – or nightmares if you will – shown beings with powers beyond one's imagination; they had the ability to crush mountains with but a simple gesture of their hand. They could summon armies of undead and have absolute command over the elements such as fire, earth, thunder, wind and water.

At least, that was what he had managed to gather from the disjointed memories so far.

It didn't seem plausible to his logical mind, yet the glimpses the dream's had shown felt so real – so detailed – even in the random fragments.

The life he had lived.

They first started to haunt him when he reached puberty at the age 12. Only small peeks far apart at first, sometimes months at a time, but now they became frequent to the point that it was starting to drive him a bit insane.

"I want to go to King's Landing," Kalan requested while putting his hand in a praying fashion.

"No," Tywin replied almost immediately. He would not hear any of it.

"But Otou-sama…" Kalan begun, but unfortunately, Tywin tilted his head at the strange word making the boy stopped his pleading. Not only was his son losing his mind, but he had started to use strange words in places of normal speech. Tywin understood the word "Otou-sama" well enough because it was used quite often.

It simply meant father in the most polite way.

However, there were many other words that still confused the old Lion. His son seemed to not notice of their usage most of the time.

Kalan noticed Tywin's expression.

"I mean, Father, I really am fine. I don't want to be locked up here anymore. It has been five years and oni… I mean big brother and sister had made a name for themselves! Jaime is a Kingslayer while Cersei is Queen of the Seven Kingdom! I want to make my own name! I want to see the world! I want to be…" Kalan called out while kicking the table leg near him, sending it crashing into the wall while the heavy table collapsed.

Tywin shook his head slightly while a few guardsmen entered the room in haste. They must have heard the ruckus inside. Their weapons were readied and eager to defend their liege lords. The old lion waved his hand to dismiss all of them.

"Kingslayer is not a prominent title. It is derogatory, it has brought nothing but shame to us," Tywin stated without any noticeable anger. He appeared to be calm and collective as he continued.

"I cannot and will not allow you to roam the land until you get that monstrous strength of your under control and this new habit of yours… use the door next time." Tywin refused his son and pointed at the shattered window that currently allowed the chilling air outside to get in. The metal bar had been bent inward to let the blond through earlier.

The room they both were in wasn't situated on the ground level of the keep, and there was no ladder placed on the outside wall. It was no problem at all since Kalan had simply walked up the height of the wall as if it was flat ground. The boy was magical; there was no doubt about it after he crashed through a solid stone wall without acquiring any visible injuries.

That was when he was only ten years old. At twelve, he was throwing men left and right. Fourteen, he was juggling them. Now… Tywin didn't really want to know since magic was frowned upon. He wondered sometimes if he had bedded a witch, but it seemed unlikely from the rather fuzzy memory.

He had trouble remembering what truly happened.

What should I do with you? Tywin thought when seeing Kalan walking back and forth in the room, talking to himself and yelling at the wall before punching it in frustration. A fist size hole in the solid stone was left afterwards. Tywin watched his son with a mixture of amusement and perhaps bewilderment. If Kalan could behave normally whenever possible the boy would make a good heir.

He was strong, intelligent but prone to childish things.

Tywin would gladly leave everything to the boy if he actually matured a bit.

"A Lion shouldn't be locked up in a cage. He should be allowed to roam the wild and see the land for himself," another older Lannister called out while attempting to climb through the window. He was sort of stuck half-way due to the size of his armor.

He also had to use a ladder since he couldn't actually walk up the wall like his nephew.

"Yeah, listen to uncle Kevan just said!" Kalan eagerly nodded in agreement with his uncle's statement before turning towards his father again in a hopeful attitude.

"Don't any of you use doors anymore? Why do we even have the bloody thing?" Tywin growled, slamming his hand on the broken table in front of him before he got up from his seat.

"What did he do now?" asked Tywin when he stood before his brother. His youngest son would never disobey his orders, but the boy was bored easily from being stuck at Casterly Rock for too long. Tywin didn't need to lock his son up in a room. It wasn't like there was a room that could hold him, but he had other means with which he could keep the boy in line.

Tywin had warned Kalan that if he ever left the stronghold without his permission, he would kill all of the boy's servants as a punishment. That actually stopped Kalan from running off.

Kalan was too gentle, too kind, too unlike a Lannister.

"Why do you always assume I did something wrong? Kevan-jiji might just drop by to have a chat!" Kalan called out, pointing accusingly and childishly at his father.

"Is that true?" the lord of Casterly Rock asked his brother without turning to face his son.

His brother shrugged a little, reflecting on it for a moment. "Aye, I just wanted to talk. My nephew didn't do anything wrong but we might need to gather materials and craft more spears for the men. Our stock in the armory has mysteriously disappeared," Kevan answered after a moment of thought.

"...What did you do with the weapons?" Tywin asked his son flatly, turning around to face him now.

Kalan looked around the chamber and rubbed the back of his head before shouting at the empty air in annoyance. Tywin immediately forced his brother to tell him where the spears have gone before collapsing back in his chair with the new knowledge. He rubbed his temple in irritation. His youngest son was still yelling at the air in an argument that only he would know while moving ever closer to another undamaged wall.

More fist size holes would be created soon.

Apparently, the blue-eyed idiot had taken the spears out of the armory and went "fishing" from the top of a keep's tower.

All the weapons were now underwater after he tried to harpoon something in the water. How could he see them from that far anyway?

The spears couldn't be salvaged as they now lay deep at the bottom of the ocean.

"ENOUGH!" Tywin roared, snapping Kalan out of an argument with the wall while bringing the boy back to reality.

"Get him out of here quickly or there will be another insane Lannister," Tywin ordered, feeling his rage rising. Kevan nodded and understood the message. Kevan quickly pulled Kalan out of the room right through the opened window, disappearing from Tywin's sight.

"Does anyone use doors anymore!?" Tywin asked himself angrily, seeing his youngest son – and possible heir – leave the chambers through the damaged window in the exact same way as he had entered.

The Lord of Casterly Rock made an attempt to calm himself. He was usually a calmed and calculating man, but his youngest son aggravated him son greatly on a daily basis.

There was a limit of what he could take.

XxXxX

"Kalan, you did it so your father would let you go didn't you?" Kevan asked as he climbed down the ladder.

Kalan, on the other hand, was walking along the wall by the side as if the laws of nature didn't affect him. He didn't need to use a ladder.

"Only you knew me so well, uncle! I just thought that if I drove father mad enough, he would let me go, it has worked before... I wonder how long will it take this time for father to regain his wisdom and send men after me. If that's the case, I think we should hurry up before father changed his mind!" Kalan replied with a sheepish smile and jumped off the wall from still high up. He landed perfectly on slightly muddy ground as today's air was damp.

Kalan didn't feel the strain from the fall when he landed.

"Slow down, nephew. I can't do feats like you. The Seven didn't gift me with such things," Kevan called out from above, his armor clattering noisily as he hurried down the wooden steps of the ladder.

"Do you still have those strange visions?" Kevan asked after he finally stood on solid earth once more. He also called up two horses from the nearby stable, and both got on their respective mount and started trotting towards the gate with great urgency.

"Yes uncle, it's weird but I did put some of the pieces together, just enough for it to make some sort of sense," Kalan replied as they increased the mount speed. A few guards ran out of the keep and started to look around for the two. Tywin Lannister appeared to have changed his mind but it was too late.

Two riders were already far out in the distance.

"I think I was called Naruko... SHUT UP FURBALL… sorry, Naruto," Kalan shouted and tried to calm himself. The voice in his head was constantly mocking and taunting him. It harassed him endlessly, "I also think I used to live in this place called Konohagakure no Sato…" he trailed off.

"Konohagakure no Sato? I've never heard of such place," Kevan said, trying to remember all the places in the known world. He would have heard of such a strange name before.

"I don't think anyone has. It actually meant the Village Hidden in the Leaves, so taking that literally, I assumed it supposed to be hidden… maybe it is in one of the Seven Heavens since apparently they gave me my magic along with my diminishing sanity," Kalan joked before shouting at the air and debated with something invisible to the naked eye about the abilities he had and how they were or weren't magic.

"I don't think you are going insane, nephew. Whoever you are speaking to seems to be real but it's just that I cannot see or hear it," Kevan said and Kalan smiled weakly. Looking around himself, the boy could see some sort of reddish tendrils wrap around him loosely. He tried to kill it to no avail.

"I really don't want to listen to it. I wish I could rip it apart, like this tree," Kalan said before a small swirling ball of white wind materialized in his hand and he threw at the tree. The created orb collided with its target, drilling quickly into the hard wood and finally expanded from the inside, shredding the tree's body into bits and showering the dirt road with the remains.

Kevan gulped after seeing that.

"I hope you never actually throw that at a person, I can't imagine how messy it will be. Have you told your father about all that you can do?" Kevan asked while shaking his head; still unable to believe some of the things that his nephew could do.

"Only you know everything, uncle. I'm getting the hang of it, I can throw it about a few yards now, it's really cool –ttebayo!" Kalan called out as his uncle raised an eyebrow.

"ttebayo? I never heard you use that word before," Kevan asked curiously.

"I'm… I'm not really sure what it means…" Kalan replied with a bit of confusion.

Both continued down the dirt road, heading toward King's Landing. Kalan always wanted to go there but his father didn't allow him. He had heard of dragons and powerful magic. He really wanted to see them. He felt isolated because of his powers and hoping there were others out there just like him.


Author Note:

Kalan's appearance is Naruto without whisker marks. He kept hearing voices in his head and strange hallucinations (which is Kurama) and tried to shut it up or punching it in rage which in turn caused widespread destruction. He also had flashes of memories, nothing substantial yet, but he will in the future as more of the memory is revealed. This is somewhere in middle of first season!