Hey everybody this is also an idea I had for a while.
Naruto born in the kick-ass Universe!
WARNING: I do not own Naruto, or Kick-Ass. They belong to their respective creators. Masashi Kishimoto, Mark Millar, and John Romita
You know how super heros put on mask, and costumes to hide their real identity right. I don't believe that's entirely true. I believe when a hero puts on their mask they show a part of themselves that's as real as their "true identity".
Clark Kent is real, but only half of a whole. To most of the world Clark Kent is just a clumsy reporter whos good at his job. Superman is strong, and powerful. Someone the world depends on. Only when he's Superman he could truly use his powers to save the day, without Clark Kent restraining him.
Batman is probably the greatest example of what I mean. Batman is the real persona. Bruce Wayne died when his parents were murdered. Batman was born on that night, even way before Bruce first put on the cowl. Bruce Wayne just became a facade to fund Batman, and protect his secrets. It's probably why I connect with him the most, besides other things. Bruce Wayne just became a necessity that still take's a big part of his life.
I think you get my point.
A super hero's "true identity" is only half. It's their so they could blend with society, and protect the people they love. It is still is big part of their life. Just as their super hero identity is their to do whats right with no other reason, because they choose to, and not put the one they love in danger. Both halfs are real, and make a whole.
Every super hero have these two parts of themselves. But not me.
The smiley lucky go dense idiotic blone that people know me as is a lie. He's a mask I use to lie to everybody around me. At one time he was real, but no more. He's dead, and I use his corpse to hide in plain view, to hide in society.
But when I discard the mask of a fool, the real me start's showing. When I put on my costume I'm no longer the scrawny kid my pears pick on, and mock. When I put my mask, my real face on, the pain, the rage, and the void I hide everyday is in plain view for all to see.
Only when I'm in costume I am me. The me that has purpose. The purpose to make every rapist, gangbanger, and douch bag criminals that are beyond redemption pay for the pain they've cause.
Theirs one ass hole though I have set my eyes on beyond the other scum of humanity. I will make Frank D'Amico pay for everything he's done. He will fear me. He will fear FOX SHADOW! And when I'm holding the tip of my sword next to his neck, and look in his eye's, seeing him realize how badly he fucked up. Then... Then I'll send him straight to hell.
Tell me what you think!
Oh, and tell me your ideas for this story. I like to know. Don't worry I will gve you credit. Till next time.
