Now, before you read this story, please read these notes before continuing:
- Killing and other darker themes are noticeable in this story. This story isn't all about it, but it will be there when it needs to be.
- Naruto won't become the most powerful being in the universe.
- There will be more than three OC's in this story.
- Themes of the game DarkSiders will be present.
- Comedy will be here despite it being slightly more serious than Fairy Tail itself. Can't help it - I like laughing.
- Low quality writing warning. Sorry, my skills just don't match with my ideas.
- Of course, swearing will be present.
I also wanted to point out that this story is inspired by BookishTen8's own story 'Pride Of The Phoniex's'. You'll notice something very similar here to that story (Naruto's background) and I can say confidently that BookishTen8 has given me permission to do so.
Obviously, I don't own neither Naruto or Fairy Tail. I won't say anything more - here's the story.
"Y'know, there's been this pretty scary rumour around the area lately."
Wakaba rose an eyebrow. Out of all the things to spout from Macao's mouth, rumours would be the last thing he'd expect.
If he was being completely honest with himself, the smoker would say that he, out of the two, would be the most likely to indulge themselves in rumours when the chance presented themselves. Grunting, he leaned forward with interest. "What's up?"
Macao sighed, and it wasn't the relieved kind of sigh. He's heard the rumours lingering around the town and while he wasn't one to believe them so easily, the looks on their faces seemed too... real to be faked. "Heard of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"
Wakaba frowned, his pipe setting downwards at a negative angle. "Nope. Who're they?"
"They're apparently four mages that set out to kill other mages." Macao scrunched his lips, swirling the beer in his hand. "It's horrible and all, but the only ones they kill are dark mages."
"It's still killing." Wakaba snorted, puffing a cloud of smoke before continuing. "No matter how much they've wronged in their life, you're no better than them if you stoop as low as killing."
Macao nodded, taking a small sip of his beer. "I had a feeling you'd say that. Apparently, they're based off some warriors from a book that proclaims about salvation and stuff like that."
"So much for salvation."
"They said they're from the darker parts of the book." The blue haired man added, shrugging. "And don't ask me how I know so much. They talked with a mayor of the company and he later on told the Sorcerer Magazine."
"You..." Wakaba coughed into his fist to hide his laughter. "You read that?"
Macao kept a blank face devoid of any emotion before he realised his mistake. With a dust of pink on his cheeks, he looked away with an annoyed look on his face. "I'm just interested in the latest news, that's all."
Wakaba couldn't help it - he laughed away as he slammed his fist against the table. "From the Sorcerer Magazine out of all places!"
"Shut up!"
After a few seconds of Wakaba laughing his ass off and Macao mumbling about how he'd get his friend to shut up, the former wiped away his tears as he let the last few chuckles out. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I promise I won't spill your secrets of reading kid's magazines to the rest of the guild."
"It's not a kid's magazine."
The smoker snickered. After lamenting on the words Macao had said, he looked down at the table with a raised eyebrow. "Hey Macao, what's the name of these... killers? Horsemen?"
Macao growled, his face still slightly pink from the whole ordeal. "Why would you wanna know?"
"Look, I'm not like you who's always burying his face in magazines so I wouldn't know." Wakaba shrugged, hands raising in the air for emphasis. "And besides, you got me all curious about this whole horsemen apocalypse thingy. I at least wanna know their names just in case we meet one of them."
"You'd meet them by sexually harassing Mirajane before being labelled as a dark mage."
"Oi."
Feeling as if he's gotten his revenge, the blue haired man looked up in thought. "They didn't give us too much information, really. I think only one name was revealed from the four."
Wakaba rose an eyebrow once more. "What is it?"
Macao's finger tapped against the glass that held his beer.
"If I remember correctly, he called himself Death."
He Says He's Death
Prologue
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
"These men must be stopped!"
It was at this point Siegrain knew that this meeting was pointless.
Why was he here again? He grumbled mostly to himself, though he heard Ultear giggling in the distance. Judging from that, it was safe to assume that Ultear thought the same as well.
Of course, it was the oh so mighty Gran Doma that had issued the meeting. Being one with the authority to do so, the other council members could only mumble underneath their breaths and oblige.
The tattooed man leaned against his hand, his eyes showing the evident boredom he had for the meeting. He was sure that the old man had started the meeting with intentions of notifying others of these 'Four Horsemen of Apocalypse' but even while he did indeed do the intended objective for this meeting, somewhere along the lines he went borderline insane with his rant.
It was a common occurrence but Siegrain knew that this specific case was... special, to say the least.
"These 'Four Horsemen' must be stopped at all costs!" Doma proclaimed, clenching his staff tightly in anger. "Who knows when they'll run rampant and not only kill dark mages but innocent ones as well?!"
"Do we even have enough information to stop them, though?" A daring council member countered. "All we know is the name of one and I highly doubt that name's real."
Siegrain nodded as he added, "I, too, agree that we know too little of them. Aren't you being a bit too hasty, Chairman?"
One reason why Siegrain was one of the more regarded mages was because he was cunning. He's yet to say anything absolutely absurd but when he spoke what he felt was right, he would ease in without effort and escape as quickly as he had entered. No one has ever beaten Siegrain in an argument.
Of course, few know better than the mask he showed but they kept quiet for the meantime. For now, Siegrain was going to change the flow to his liking.
Gran Doma locked eyes with Siegrain in a fit of rage but he knew that the younger man was right. He closed his eyes before nodding and sitting down once more. "Yes, you are right, Siegrain. However, these 'Horsemen' need to be taught that killing is a violation against the law."
This was where he would strike. The blue haired man lifted a hand with a smirk hidden underneath his smile. "If I may, I'd like to suggest a solution for this."
While Siegrain was regarded as a sensible man, he's never made too many requests in his time as a member of the Magic Council and when he did, they were... questionable, to say the least. Nevertheless, Gran Doma placed his trust in the tattooed man as he nodded. "Go on."
"Ultear and I-" It was common knowledge that him and Ultear were partners for work, though nobody knew more than that. "-will keep a closer eye on the dark guilds and when we see activity regarding these horsemen, we will take action."
In other situations, the air would become more dense than usual and the atmosphere would become heavy. However, to hear news that one of the Magic Council members would fight against these killers was no bad news. Others clapped while Gran Doma offered him a smile. "Thank you for your thought, Siegrain. We knew our trust in you would not be misplaced."
He couldn't help it. His face became extremely smug, yet he made sure that nobody would be able to see the emotions flying across his face. As everybody ceased their clapping and continued the meeting for other various issues, Ultear gave him a quick glance with amusement dancing in her eyes. "Adding more pawns to your army? You know that only eight soldiers can fit on a chessboard."
Siegrain huffed, his gaze moving from Ultear to the ceiling.
"Who said we were playing chess?"
"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse sounds like a piece of shit to me!"
The others who heard the insult roared in laughter, some smashing their fists against the table and others chanting 'More! More!'.
"I'd give them a good kick in the ass if I ever met 'em." One snorted, his teeth sinking into a chicken drumstick. "Fuckin' bastards, killing our allies and shit."
"I'll say!" A different man roared. "I can't steal shit now from the other guilds if they're dead!"
Another roar of laughter filled the halls of the vicinity. It was, to most standards, a barbaric and savage feast - men of all different shapes and sizes laughing and eating away without a care for the outside world.
From above, a lone figure sat on the pillar that held the ceiling in place. While the shadows covered his body, the toothy grin he gave off couldn't be ignored. He chuckled, arms crossed as his eyes scanned the many men under him.
His grin only became wider. "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, huh? Gehehe. Sounds like fun."
In another place, Jose Porla leaned over with his fingers laced in front of him. The article in front of him talked about four mages running around, killing all dark mages in their sight.
He knew better. From the deaths that's reached his ears, all of the deceased mages were twisted beyond belief, corruption that took root in their hearts years ago that couldn't be taken out unless the tree of darkness that overtook their heart was uprooted.
The Wizard Saint saw their actions, and had a good guess of their reasons. Perhaps with the status of his guild not being a dark guild, he could persuade them to come to his side and fight for his name.
"With this power, Phantom Lord will certainly become the best in all of Fiore." His eyes gleamed. "Or maybe even the world!"
Sick laughter filled the hallways soon after.
Blood was abundant.
It was everywhere; the floor, ceiling, walls - wherever you looked, red would always be in sight.
Limbs of both arms and legs sprayed blood across the room, heads with eyes wide and mouths agape rolling on the floor. Red puddles started forming at the feet of the one responsible for all this.
"...no... n-no!" The man cried, falling over and shuffling backwards. "Y-You can't kill m-me! You... you monster!"
The air itself was becoming thick with blood. Something out of a horrific nightmare had come to life, and it was staring right back at him.
In his fear, the man's tunnel vision considerately narrowed as his full attention was on the one who brought death into this room. He could only see the horror that was in his eyes - it stared right into his soul.
"...what a pitiful look you have on your face."
Left eye glowing red through the white mask that hid his face, his pulled one of his scythes out of the forehead of one of the guards he had killed easily. Blood splurted from the small cut he gave him and sprayed all over his clothes, but nothing stopped him from walking towards his victim.
"S-Stay away!" He cried, eyes terrified. His pupils shrunk, shaking in absolute fear. "What have I done to you?!"
He heard a low grunt. His executioner whipped his head backwards, black hair ruffling from the gesture. "You're absolutely pathetic, you know that?"
"I haven't done ANYTHING to you!" The man cried, his voice becoming shaky. "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?!"
The scythe wielder shook his head as he kneeled down. "Tell that to the twenty women you've raped and killed over the course of two months."
"THEY'RE ALL USELESS OBJECTS FOR MY OWN PERSONAL GOOD!" It was clear that he had crossed the border to insanity. "WHY MUST I BE PUNISHED FOR DOING THE RIGHT THING?!"
"He's fucking insane." The black haired killer sighed. He lifted the small scythe in his right hand at positioned it at the man's throat from the side, making his screams turn louder than before. "Before I slice your throat and pull your tongue out, I'll give you a little parting gift."
He was pale at this point, but he obviously did little to care. "WHAT COULD YOU GIVE ME?!"
"Names that I'm known for are the Reaper, Executioner, and Death."
He jerked his hand to the left.
"But those aren't obviously my real name."
His right eye opened, revealing a cerulean blue that watched as the blood bubbled in his mouth.
"It's Naruto."
AN: Thank you for reading 'He Says He's Death'! I hope you had a good read!
I'm sorry for the last scene. While it wasn't meant for horror fans, I at least tried to portray the brutal killing styles Naruto could and would deliver when he was at work. Sorry if it either made you uncomfortable or, y'know, disgusted by the lack of skills I used to create that scene.
Obviously, not ALL the notes up at the start of the story could make its point valid but as it is only the prologue, give it time and I'll come around to it eventually.
If you have any questions, please ask me through PM or by reviewing. All reviews are appreciated! Even the flames!
I'll just use them to warm me up during the winter season. It's getting cold out here.
By the way, sorry for the horror tag. I... I just had no idea what else I could put into there. Sure, it's adventure, but... horror could fit? Maybe?
Any mistakes I have made... well... this story isn't professional, right? I-I mean, at least let me off by... a few mistakes... PLEEEAAASE!
Updates WILL be slow since I'm not incredibly active (the ones who follow me know that too well) but I will eventually come about to publishing a second chapter.
Thank you once again!
Not-aThinker14, currently playing the shit out of DarkSiders II. Seriously. Good game, trust me.