Tyrant King Fox Blade

by Dylan Millwood

Adopted from 0 Jordinio 0, & renamed. Naruto finds himself lost in a world far different from his own. There, battles are fought through spinning tops and beasts of mass destruction. Wanting merely to return home, Naruto is drawn into the events of that world when his compassion gets the better of him and he saves one of the wounded beasts. Oh well, at least he had an ally now.

1. Chapter 1

He'd been hearing them ever since he arrived in this odd world.

Voices.

No...not just voices, but animalistic roars and snarls,;each and every one reaching out to him, begging for him to claim them.

To be honest, he'd had little care for them. He already had one cynical beast out to make his life a living hell, he had no need for another.

He was far to busy anyway to deal with these 'Bit Beasts' as the people of this world called them. Sacred spirits that empowered the humans through partnerships an inhabit their 'Beyblades'. Figuring out a way to get back home to the Elemental Nations to continue his training to get back Sasuke, take down the Akatsuki and become Hokage was far more important to him than some silly fighting tops game.

But no matter how hard he tried, they were always calling to him. And most of the events he found himself watching involved the so called world champions, the BladeBreakers.

Those Cyber Bit Beasts cried out in agony from the moment of their birth and their shrill cries for help in binary still made his ears ring even now, weeks later.

It was disgusting just how many greedy humans there were in this world. But at least those Cyber Bit Beasts were put out of their misery by the BladeBreakers and had found peace. He actually found himself hoping so.

He ended up spelling his own doom to participate in this Beyblading thing though, when he scavenged that facility looking for anything of use to help tide him by living in this world.

He'd found an intact Beyblade in among the rubble and countless destroyed blades. It was nothing special, just a generic and drab grey one that had miraculously survived the onslaught from that team of self-righteous annoyances that called themselves the Saint Shields.

Foolishly, he'd kept it.

The voices still came. Every one louder than the last, begging and pleading for him to become their master.

He'd been tempted not long after; WildFox it had been called, and it drew him in. A fox spirit Bit Beast that had the ability to clone itself, control mild winds and leaf style illusions. But in the end he'd held back, sick of ALWAYS being affiliated with foxes, and the beast had been forced to escape into the earth to recover its' injuries.

It wouldn't be much later, though, that things really changed. He'd been drawn to the cries of another beast, one forced to take in too much power, more than it could handle and literally imploded in itself. He'd felt sorry for it. Used, abused, and tossed away like trash. And maybe that was why he'd held up the empty, generic Beyblade he'd scavenged. Either way, it didn't matter because the spirit of the dying beast had taken the offer and escaped into the Beyblade to recover.

Naruto sat silently within the dark warehouse he'd taken to squatting in ever since arriving in this world and stared silently at the object within his hand.

A drab, grey colored Beyblade, and within the middle occupying the Bit piece was the picture a fierce ebony black colored dinosaur. It had six gleaming green eyes starting at it's forehead and moving shortly down it's snout. It had wicked, massive teeth and the Tyrannosaurus' body was adorned atop the head, upper arms, spine and upper thighs by a gleaming burnt orange armor while it's claws and fangs were a nearly golden shade of yellow.

Tyranno, it was called, and it had changed upon changing it's allegiance to him. It's scales were once dark brown, it's eyes crimson, and armor had been purple.

Once he had taken up up Tyranno, however, he was pleased that the voices he'd been hearing had stopped calling for his attention. The fourteen year old blonde in orange clothing sighed morosely as he stared at the Beyblade, "I guess I'm stuck with you now, huh?" he sighed in annoyance.

He stored it in his equipment pouch and kicked back atop a crate with his arms reclined behind his head. "At the very least, I guess you can help me win a few of those stupid Beyblade tournaments for the prize money to live on." He mused.

It was bound to be more lucrative than stealing the crap he had been lately, and maybe he could get a few more answers to the history of these beasts. They were weaker, but so similar to the Tailed Beasts, and he was curious.