Wasteland Wandering Fox
Prologue- Wandering Through Festivals and Deserts
Disclaimer- Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and the Fallout Series is the property of Bethesda and I suppose also Obsidian Entertainment since their working on Fallout: New Vegas and then there's Interplay I mean what is happening with that. Wow this is confusing okay Naruto is definitely the property of Masashi Kishimoto as for everything else I'll have to get back to you on that. Hey if Bethseda and Obsidian are developing the game whose publishing it, crud I'm going to be up all night.
The Honourable Godaime was angry, who was she angry at you might ask? Well there are a lot of candidates Orochimaru, Akatsuki members, that bastard Sasuke, hell even Jiraiya if he peeked on her in the bath (or, y'know, breathed) was an option. However it was none of these people that she was angry with at this moment. No at this moment she was angry at THE ENTIRE HIDDEN VILLAGE OF KONOHA.
As Tsunade-dono looked out over the streets below from out her office window as the villagers celebrating their favourite unofficial holiday. It took lot for Tsunade to hold back her killing intent. In other words it took a lot of sake.
Whenever this day came around her urge to slaughter thousands of civilian villagers seemed to rise. She was not alone in this regard. In fact it was a sentiment that was shared by many of the village's Shinobi and Kunoichi. In particular was a group of young, but highly skilled ninja, known simply as the Konoha 10.
Tsunade sighed as she remembered less than three years ago when the group were known as the Konoha 11. Sparing another quick glance over the village before returning to her sake. What she did see quicly put thoughts of sake out of her mind (for the moment at least) as she witnessed what looked like a brawl happening on the streets.
Feeding chakra into her eyes so as to extend her range of vision till she could clearly make out the fight. Various events over the years had taught her the lesson of 'look before you deploy the elite shadowy killers'. Once she figured out what she was looking at a small smile graced her lips. The fight, as much as a one sided beat down could be called a fight, seemed to consist of three civilian beating up on several, very tipsy, very rowdy, civilians. Normally she'd send the ANBU out right away, however she had already recognised the three civilians as some of the few shop keepers that had served Naruto in his youth. While the tipsy civilians she remembered to be some of his more vocal disparagers.
The fight, she noticed, was taking place outside a ramen shop that was well known for its influx of visitors on this day, as various ninjas came to honour a boy the way they know he would have wanted to be honoured. Over a hot steaming bowl of miso ramen. Despite the booming business the shop's owner was never happy and was often quoted to say he'd give up all his business to have his Number 1 Customer back.
The Hokage's grin widened when she saw that, not only where the shop keepers wining, several more had joined the fight. Including one very enraged ramen waitress. At the rate it was progressing it was bound to turn into an all out street war in a matter of minutes... oh well.
Tsunade trusted the ANBU to interfere if anyone was in risk of getting seriously hurt and the paper work the next morning would be worth it to see to have some of the more worthless villagers with bruises and black eyes. For now she wanted to be left alone with her memories and her sake like many of the Konoha Ninja's that night. Naruto you might never be able to achieve your dream now but I'll make sure to do a hell of a job in your place, even if half these villagers don't deserve it.
With that Tsunade took a swig of her rice wine and settled back into her chair. 'Paper work be damned.' She though and for this one night no one would blame her. The third anniversary of November 1st, the day she lost her otouto-san.
The day, almost thirty days after the blonde went missing, was the day Naruto Uzumaki was officially declared Killed in Action. The day many a civilian villager and council member celebrated, soon after denying the blonde's name the right to grace the Memorial Stone.
The day even the most hardened of the clan heads lost their selves in a dish of sake and where no ninja really blamed them as they were probably doing it themselves. Wether drinking in glee or despair on November 1st all knew it was the day Naruto Uzumaki, body or not, had been buried. For many of the Konoha villagers it was the glorious end of the demon brat. For the Ninja, and not just limited to the ones in the Hidden Leaf, it was the day they realised all too late that they had lost a boy who didn't just have the potential to be one of the finest Shinobi Leaf had ever seen. But a boy who was already one of the finest Shinobi the Leaf had ever seen.
Naruto Uzumaki, Shinobi of Konohagukare, Jinchuriku of the Nine Tailed Demon Fox and a fine friend was no longer in this world.
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What they didn't know was that he was in another one.
(Another World where the bombs had fallen)
The group of three wanderers had spent months traversing from the Capital Wastelands, travelling through Nevada and currently passing across the border of the Mojave Desert. Soon their feet would touch the sidewalk of the city of New Vegas.
It would have taken weeks for the three travellers to cover this distance had the three not suffered from the notorious strain of attention destroying OCD that seemed to affect everyone who wore the name of Wasteland Wanderer (or one of its many variations). Thankfully their guide, as well as the unofficial leader of the group, who seemed to bear the title only due to the fact that he had the best sense of direction, in reality he was simply smart enough to look at the map enough. It also helped that out of three wanderers he had the mildest form of the OCD strain which served to keep the group on the straight and narrow. Otherwise the trip could very well have taken years.
The three travellers were an odd pack, so to say that they looked strange (though they did), in fact the what was strange was the fact that they were travelling in a group in the first place. These travellers eluded the air of a Wasteland Wanderer, namely well travelled, highly skilled, heavily armed, highly creative and damn lucky and not in a fully sane state of mind. By nature Wasteland Wanderers were solitary figures. Notorious for travelling alone teaming up only when the situation warranted it. The only exception being followers. There is a reason many followers are brainwashed, emotionless, animalistic or robotic in some way.
These three though were different. They travelled out of a combination of trust, paranoia and selfish desire. Yet each would give their lives for one another.
For the people in the Wastelands a Wanderer was a strange sort of person. They generally lived by their reputations and in the Wasteland if you lived long enough to get a reputation you generally earned it. For a Wastelander a Wanderer could either prove to be their great saviour just as easily as they would kill them all just because someone happens to be carrying around a fancy gun, sword and/or piece of clothing. Most times a Wanderer could prove to be both.
The three didn't travel unattended trailing a few feet behind like a rear guard were a shotgun wielding ghoul, a mangy dog and strangely enough what appeared to be a tamed Yao Guai. The Wanderers themselves appeared to be just as strange and more than likely far more dangerous.
The figure situated furthest to the left of the three was the one who the dog and ghoul trailed faithfully behind, both on guard for anyone who would attack their mistress. The woman was dressed in body hugging combat armour, which to the trained eye could be recognised as the uniformed armour of the Talon Company Mercenaries. The normal claw insignia of the Mercenaries though had been torn off, so it was unlikely that this woman had much association with the group that extended beyond being shot at by them. Another difference between Talon's armour was that under the short selves of the armour were armoured metal gauntlets that covered the young woman's arms, with the exception of her left forearm which was covered in a Pip-Boy 3000 a blue glow radiating from its screen. Her skin was oddly fair and smooth for the wasteland and had she not been wearing her blacked out security helmet vibriant green eyes would have been seen focused intently forward on the path. Even with two Pip-Boy Lights shining the immediate area the woman didn't want to accidently trip or miss a hostile, or worse, miss some loot.
To those who only saw her physically and talked only in passing would believe her as a pretty and sweet lass. Those who she allowed close would know her a psychopathic bitch with a silver tongue and vicious wit. The woman was more than willing to use ever tool at her disposal to get what she wanted, from her custom Xuanlong Chinese Assault Rifle, a 10mm Sub-Machinegun and the silenced Perforator on her hip, her flaming Shishkeba sword on her back and even her... womanly charms.
The woman's face was obscured by a security guard helmet but, if the curves shown off by the body hugging armour where anything to go by, she was likely quite the beauty. Radiant blue hair, which seemed to glow as much as her Pip-Boy screen did, flowing straight along her back and down to her rear had been in collected in a simple ponytail.(1)
The woman was named Alpha. A strange name perhaps but to the girl it held meaning as it had been taken from her mother's favoured bible passage. The mangy dog, trailing so close that his snout nipped at her heel, had the coat of black and grey fur of the Blue Heeler Cattle Dog and strange heterochromic blue and brown eyes (2). The mutt went by the name given to him by his last owner, Dogmeat. That didn't mean however that the canine wasn't devoted to his current mistress. Despite Dogmeat's wariness of strangers and wiliness to attack on sight, the canine seemed to have as much of a happy-go-lucky attitude. At least as much as the Wasteland would allow without the individual being regarding as insane.
The ghoul that was dressed in leather armour on the other hand was quite simply cold. His mind was twisted from a young age to be loyal to the holder of his contract even if he hated them with a passion. Never before though did he have someone like Alpha holding his contract, that is someone he liked... very, very much. He was the stoic mercenary Charon.
Walking in the middle of the group was a tall man and the only one of the group not wearing a Pip-Boy of any design. Something his companions pestered him to no end about despite the fact that he helped reprogram the one on the thirds travellers arm. Despite that he was the one who had guided the group so far using only primitive maps and a surprisingly reliable intuition. Then again the few mistakes he did make ended up with them getting into strangest and most dangerous of situations.
He covered his form with a large flowing dirt brown Dry-as-a-Bone coat. His forearms, free of technology, were covered by leather greaves and his hands covered by leather gloves.
Underneath his coat he wore dark brown leather armour two belts on his hips carried several ammo pouchs and the holster for his pair of six shooter pistols. While the pistols was the only weapon visible on him only a fool would think that the large baggy coat of his was only for keeping dry and warm. As any experienced wanderer would tell you, such a coat is perfect for hiding weapons in. Judging from the clink of glass on glass as the man walked he also used his coat to hide a large supply of Nuka-Cola.
The most unusual of his equipment was his headwear which appeared to be a soldier's helmet with an attached gas-mask which was evidenced by the layered metal breathing filter over the mouth and red glass lenses over the eyes. As well as the leather satchel that hung off his shoulder bearing the words 'The Courier' in red writing. The Courier and occasionally Courier 6 were merely titles his actual name was Cain (3).
The final wanderer on the far right who, rather than being focused intently on the road in front of him, had his helmeted face darting from side to side like a kid in candy store as if he was trying to see everything at once. Despite the fact that the dark of the night prevented any human from being able to see beyond the field of light produced by his and Alpha's Pip-Boys. In spite of such difficulties he walked evenly and gracefully over the loose rocks and dirt. His own feat protected by knee high black leather boots. Even with the display of skill and grace one couldn't help but notice the gait in his step. Something which suggested that unlike the dog his happy-go-lucky attitude had long since passed the point of insanity. The boy, and as evidenced by his height and build he could not have been more than fifteen, was dressed in an attire some would find highly unusual, even not taking into account the helmet that seemed to cover his entire face, that attire being the brown leather coat of a Regulator duster. Unlike others he wore his with the sleeves rolled down over his arms, except over his left forearm which had to be rolled up to fit the Pip-Boy 3000 he wore it's screen radiating an unusual dark orange glow. Despite the seeming impossibility of the Lawbringers of the Capital Wasteland inducting a teenager into their services there was no denying that this was a real duster a mark of a real Regulator. Indeed regardless of his youth there was no Regulator that would deny Kit was part of their ranks. After all Kit was one of the best, if most colourful, of the bounty hunting Lawbringers.
His choice of weaponry was unorthodox of the Regulators though. On his back attached to thick leather strap that wrapped around his chest, where attached with smaller straps laid three small tightly wrapped scrolls, was probably the only Japanese Samurai Sword in the entirety of the United States of America. Next to it was the red and gold handle of an ornate Chinese Officer Sword which, if one were to look closely at, they would see random sparks of electricity dancing across the sword's blade. This one of a kind weapon was the electrified Jingwei's Shocksword. In spite of his age and personality though the teen wielded the two blades with a skill that would have sent many ancient Samurai slicing open their guts in shame. That is assuming Kit didn't do it for them.
While he carried fewer guns than his companions a Combat Shotgun could be seen hanging off his belt. Dangling near another, larger, scroll affixed to the back of his belt. The scroll itself was attached over a switchblade that was slipped to the back of his belt. Unlike the swords on his back the small knife seemed more auxiliary than combat minded.
The shotgun itself was no ordinary shotgun as this one was specially modified to deal an obscene amount of damage in exchange for a deal of its accuracy and an addition of almost half the weight of a normal shotgun. Neither of these factors seemed to bother the boy when using or carrying the weapon. Going by the name of The Terrible Shotgun it had been a gift from a trader for helping him set up shop in Rivet City following a Regulator raid on the Slaver camp the trader had been stuck in.
Like the dog that nipped at the heels of the blue headed wanderer the boy had an animal companion of his own, though his was bigger and far more unusual. It being a mutated black bear, though only a few patches of black fur remained to cover the bear's dark skin. The bear was only a cub and a small one at that. While the bear was smaller than most of its breed it fulfilled all the criteria gived to its breed by the effects of breeding and potent radiation and then some. The bear was strong, fast and deadly, the companion was a member of one of the most fearsome species of creature in the wasteland. Yao Guai. This one answered to the name Kuma-kun. Or just Kuma.
Let us move on to what must be the boy's most distinguishing feature that being the helmet that covered his distinguishing features. The helmet itself was unlike any found on the waste having been made and modified specially by the boy himself. The base of the helmet was a Metal Helmet which covered the majority of the head but placed over the glass visor was something akin to a Welder's Mask. Unlike the Welder's mask there was no raised eye hole and instead there were four long slits, two over each eye, each of the slits had a LED light fitted in it which glowed the same dark orange of his Pip-Boy. All of this gave the helmet a very eerie feeling to it not to mention a defence greater than the sum of its parts (4).
For whatever reason the boy seemed to want to make absolutely certain that his head was covered in its entirety. Taking far more care of his head than he did the rest of his body as the duster served as his only body armour. Right down to the navy blue headband wrapped around the back of his neck. Granting the top of his spinal cord with the protection of headband's surprisingly clean metal plate, this bore the symbol of a leaf.
As the sun rose in the distance the three wanderers and their followers continued their journey.
End Notes- Well my second story, I have always been a little Attention Deficit, personally I don't think it's that bad considering this chapter is primarily to introduce the wanderer's character designs and a little background on what happened in the Narutoverse (there will be a larger explanation later). This chapter was pretty much to establish the situation and show what the wanderers look like (all the characters in the Naruto world look like they do during the beginning of Shippunden so don't expect me to describe them) hopefully I didn't make anything too vague.
For the time being I'll be working more on Evil Academy Junior Class and with school starting it might be safe to not expect the next chapter for a while. I'm not going to say wait until Fallout: New Vegas since the next chapter will show off the wanderer's personalities a little more and how they interact rather than any major places in New Vegas. I just did a bit of time to write it so I'll just say updates will be sporadic.
Anyway before any fangirls send me computer viruses the 'bastard Sasuke' comment is more to show what the characters themselves think of Sasuke rather than me. While you can't deny that his mental state is reaching Light or Zero levels of bat shit insane I don't partically hate him (the Sharigan is getting a bit cheap, I do think Amateratsu pretty cool though), or anyone really, so don't expect bashing. That doesn't mean the ninjas are going to be kissing his ass. I do have a plan for him that won't involve him being too much of an asshole.
(1)- Alpha is based off my character from Fallout 3, armour, name, hairstyle, hair colour, companions, preferred weapons etc. Actually she was my second character. Originally I had a male character (whose name escapes me) but I had done a crud job with him so I just started over.
(2)- According to the Vault (Fallout wikia) Fallout 3's Dogmeat is a Cattle Dog with heterochromic eyes, just wanted you to know I didn't pull this out of my ass.
(3)- Just think of the character from the Fallout: New Vegas box-art, if you have no idea what I'm talking about just goggle 'courier fallout' and look for the boxes. The name Cain comes from Tim Cain who is referred to as the original mastermind behind the Fallout series and setting. He was the producer and lead programmer on Fallout 1. Currently he works at Carbine Studios.
(4)- When thinking of this helmet, as it is very important to the character, I had in mind the helmet from dead space but cobbled together from whatever could be found in the wastes and with the glowing lines on the face a bit different.
If you're ever confused about any of the elements from the Naruto or Fallout worlds use the Naruto Wikia (Narutopedia) and the Fallout Wikia (The Vault) after all that's what I used.
