**AN- so this is my shot at a naruto VDTO crossover, hope ya enjoy it.**
**I DON'T OWN NARUTO, THE ORIGINALS, OR VAMPIRE DIARIES**
Chapter 1
The Valley of the End was in ruins, looking like an army held an all-out-war; the statues of Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju were scattered all around in pieces and rubble.
Among the destroyed valley stood two young men: one had spiky blonde hair, whisker marks adorning his cheeks, and he was dressed in worn out attire in the form of a ninja wire shirt, orange ninja slacks, and black ninja sandals; while the other bluish black downward hair, and he was dressed in a grey high-collared short-sleeved shirt and black uchiha robes, a belt rope around his waist, and with dark blue wrist warmers while wearing similar sandals as the blonde.
These two young men were Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha, respectively, and they had finished the fight of their lives against Kaguya, the progenitor of chakra, and were now on their last legs concerning their own match against each other.
"Sasuke!"
"Naruto!"
They yelled as they sped off towards each other; Naruto thrusting forward a Rasengan in his right hand, while Sasuke thrust a Kagutsuchi-infused Chidori in his own.
The two techniques clashed, one trying to overpower the other until a bright light overtook everything. As the light died down, it revealed the two downed forms of Naruto and Sasuke; both whom were missing their right arm up to the elbow joint, and heavily panting.
"Sasuke, do you see now… that I am never going to stop until I get you off of this path of hatred. It will leave you with nothing if you finish your goal", Naruto said, trying to push himself up, but to no avail.
"~Cough~ I don't care what this path leads me to; I will have my vengeance and shape the ninja world in my image!", Sasuke yelled back, refusing to let go of his hatred or his twisted vision.
Hagomoro, having seen the fight between the two, decided to rectify his most recent mistake. He appeared between the two fallen fighters, and place one hand on Sasuke and the other on Naruto. It wasn't long until both begin to feel the effects of what Hagomoro was doing.
"W-what are you doing?", Sasuke exclaimed, as he felt the Yin sage power the sage granted him earlier being drained from him; while Naruto gasped as he felt his body becoming more empowered every second.
"I am rectifying my most recent mistake, and transferring the power I gave to you to someone I know will not abuse it for their own gain", Hagomoro said, keeping his sight on Sasuke.
Sasuke could feel his unique Rinnegan devolving back into the Eternal Mangeko Sharingan; while Naruto could feel his chakra becoming more balanced as well as his skull shifting on his forehead.
The transference of power was over in less one minute, leaving Sasuke terribly weakened and Naruto dazed.
Suddenly, something strange happened; something that neither Hagomoro could create nor control: a small wormhole opened up beneath Naruto, sucking him in, and transporting him to some other place of existence, never to be seen in the Elemental Nations again.
It felt weird falling through a wormhole, like free-falling in a warped version of the sky. The feeling continued until his back met the ground and the forceful impact drove the air from his lungs.
Naruto didn't know how long he laid there in the quiet, unable to move. As he lay there, he began newly made friend through war and common enemies, Kurama the Nine-tailed Fox. Despite having him extracted from his body, Naruto still had a small connection to Kurama, along with pieces of the other eight tailed beast the granted him some of their chakra, via the bit of chakra he took during their tug-a-war on Turtle Island; however, since his fallout through the wormhole, that connection, mentally at least, has been severed. It made him feel loss at the fact that his friend could no longer speak with him as he had gotten use to his yammering.
Suddenly, he heard rustling in the bushes, and, on instinct, he created and threw a truth-seeking rod at the noise. Imagine his surprise when out of the bushes, stumbles a young woman with a scratch on her cheek where his rod grazed her.
The young woman, who was wearing a simple toga dress, timidly walked up to him as she seen him pass out and his body go limp; figuring that he expended the majority of his remaining energy attacking her.
She is a traveler, and was led here by her senses going haywire; revealing to her a being of immense power, full of nature too. As she went along with the pull, it got stronger the more she moved towards it; imagine her fright when a strange black rod flew through the air nearly piercing her head, embedding itself in a tree next to her. She went through a few bushes ahead of her, and came into a clearing; seeing a young man with his arm extended.
'He must have been the one who threw that black rod', she thought as she cautiously and timidly made her way closer to him as his body went limp. She knelt to her knees to further inspect this strange being as well as cast a spell on him to keep him from waking for several hours; she didn't want a repeat performance ending with her death.
As she took in his features in greater detail, she couldn't lie to herself: he was quite handsome. His wild, spiky yellow hair, combined with his whisker marks gave him a feral feel. He also had horns on the top of his head, strange. In addition, his body, while not overly muscular, had a good amount of muscle, but seemed to be more suited towards speed than strength. She then noticed that his right arm, up to the elbow joint, was missing, 'He must have passed out from blood loss.'
She shook herself from her musing and focused on what brought her: this man's incredible power, which seemed to be heavily connected to nature; however, he didn't feel like a traveler or a witch.
Suddenly, a growl snapped her out of her thoughts as a wolf appeared out of the forest, unfortunately for her and the unconscious man; this was no mere wolf, this was a werewolf. It was snarling at the female, while sending glances at the downed man, its next meal.
The traveler knew that wouldn't be able to kill the creature at her current strength, but maybe, hopefully, she could cause it enough of a headache to get it to leave her location.
As she began to cause the aneurysm something strange happened; the wolf began thrashing violently until it collapsed to the ground with a thud, never to get up again. She was confused; this wasn't supposed to happen. She knew she couldn't normally create an aneurysm that could kill, so she began thinking what could have possibly caused this. Suddenly, it hit her like a fist in the face: the man…
Is it possible that, by being in his mere presence, her powers and capabilities were augmented?
She thought over it some more; it had to be the only thing that caused it since his presence was the only differentiating factor. She decided that the man must live no matter what. First off, she had to stop the bleeding from his wound. An idea suddenly popped into her head as she turned her head towards the dead werewolf, now in its human form. She cast a simple spell that relieved the corpse of its right arm, and then she brought it over to the one-armed one. She placed the arm next to his severed limb, taking his blood, and drawing lines along the werewolf limb. She then performed the same action with the werewolf limb, drawing lines all over his body in werewolf blood. Then, she closed her eyes and began to chant:
"Two merge and restore lost!"
She chanted the phrase over and over again for several minutes as the ritual finally began to show results.
The drawn blood on both the man's body and the severed limb glowed crimson, and then the werewolf limb began breaking down into a slush-like state. The slurry then moved, as if it had a mind of its own, into the open wound of the man. His veins expanded all across his body, showing that the bloody concoction was spreading throughout his body; unfortunately, this sensation was not pleasant as his body arched in pain. As the last of the bloody slurry entered his body, the drawn blood also was absorbed into the body, and now he was ready for the final piece of the ritual. Bones, muscle tissue, blood vessels, and light-blue corporeal vein-like roots were regenerating among the limb and locking new bone formations in place; to the point where skin was beginning to grow and stretch across the ghastly new limb until the entirety of the arm was covered, looking like he had never lost a limb.
As the ritual concluded, the traveler decided to examine her handy-work. The spell worked out just like she hoped, and she was ridiculously grateful that this man was able to augment her abilities, albeit unknowingly; otherwise, her regeneration of his arm would not have been possible.
Now, she just had to find a way so that he could be of permanent use for her people; however, the only way to do that was to make him immortal, but that was one of the forbidden absolutes her people had. She could bend the truth: say she "found" him; that "nature" decided to gift the travelers for enduring their hardships. That and the fact that if she were ever found out of her deeds, she would be most likely killed; she hoped bringing him in might be enough to save her life.
She thought over how he could help travelers besides augmenting their powers, and ultimately decided that he would be a protector of the traveler community. Now, she would just have to figure out how to give him the attributes of a protector; fortunately, she had overheard Qetsiyah talking to Silas about creating an immortality elixir so that their love can last forever. She could do something similar, yet different at the same time.
While the rest of her community despised immortality along with anything unnatural related to it, she didn't really have a problem with it. Qetsiyah only wants it to stay be her love's side forever, and doesn't have any ill intent with the principles of immortality. Besides, isn't that why they were excommunicated form the witch community in the first place: because they were willing to perform the more unconventional acts of magic?
After thinking on a way for a few minutes, she finally came up with an idea; now, she is hoping that it is successful. First, she needs something to bind the transformation to; an anchor. Then, she remembered the black rod he threw at her earlier; what better anchor to use than one he can create himself. Next she needs something that can amplify his current abilities as well as grant him new ones; then, she felt a massive amount of power albeit it seemed fractured. That was what she was going to use to make the ultimate protector of the travelers.
Acting quickly, she backtracked through the woods to find the black rod; having found and wiggled it out of the tree it was lodged in, she made her way back to him. She began to chant her improvised spell.
"Eternal, power of mind and body, create the ultimate being!"
As she chants this phrase over and over again, the black rod becomes ablaze; linking the transformation to the rod, while simultaneously utilizing her magic to channel the man's fractured power to amplify his current capabilities. And to complete the spell, she cut her figure, and let it bleed into his mouth. As the spell ends, the black rod disperses into dust, and something happens that the traveler doesn't expect…
The man's eyes suddenly snap open, and with unnatural speed, he lunges at her and rips into her throat; drinking her blood like a man about to die of thirst.
She screams and tries to escape by any means, but he ignores every attempt; solely focused on relieving this terrible thirst. The life in her eyes becomes dimmer and dimmer until she becomes limb; her body drained dry of her life blood. Her corpse falls to the ground, sounding a thud, and the man turns his head, shadows covering his face; but still revealing his cerulean blue eyes turning a primal gold.
The year is 2009 as a young man stands outside the boundaries of Mystic Falls. He is five foot ten, short-spiky blonde hair, cerulean-blue eyes, and has whisker marks adorning his cheeks. He is sporting open-toed sandals, a pair of burnt orange denim jeans, a light-brown t-shirt, and a black-leather jacket with a blood-red swirl stitched on the back to complete the look.
"Well, hello Mystic Falls… been a long time, but Naruto Uzumaki is back!", he said exuberantly, as he make his way across the town line and into a new adventure.
END