Authoress Speaking, here. This is not, by any means, the first story I've written. It is, however, the first I've posted. So, if anyone sees anywhere that can be improved, or spelling mistakes (because spell check seems to have it out for me right now), and suchlike, I'd appriciate it. Constructive Critique is welcomed. Flames are not, and will be used to burn Young!Naruto's orange jumpsuits(the black and orange one he got during the timeskip looks much better, doyouagree?). Thank you. And please, whatever you have to say(mostly), review, review, review. It feeds my currently deceased confidence, and they will help to revive it.
WARNING(S): This story will have swearing. It will have yaoi, which for those who don't know is boyxboy love, of the sideways tango variety, which is to say intimate relations of the sexual kind. If this offends your delicate sensibilities, at some corner of your browser is a nifty thing called a back button. You're welcome to it. There is also the possibility of a threesome, between who I've yet to decide. I'm not terribly up to date on recent happenings in the Naruto manga, because the bit where it got to Uchiha Drama was simultaneously boring me to tears and ticking me off. I've barely watched Fate/Stay Night, and most of my knowledge comes from TV Tropes. So there's that . . . Oh, Jiraiya's, Kushina's, and Naruto's perversions and attempts to corrupt EMIYA, Minato's much more subtle and dignified perversions (I don't buy he got away from 5+ years being taught by Jiraiya completely unscathed), and . . . Ah! I've not been able to find a credible, hard-fact source of info on Counter Guardians, most of what I know comes from a mixture of lurking in Beast's Lair, TV Tropes, and guesswork, so any corrections on that backed up by credible fact are welcome. I do believe that's it. Does all this fit under a T rating, or do I need to bump it up a notch?
Onwards, my fellow Readers! Onwards, to the glory that is the written word! Witness, the majesty that was begotten from-*the Story cuts it's Authoress off, eager to be known.*
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He didn't know how long it'd been. One decade, he'd gotten bored enough he'd have slit his own wrists just for something to do and, for that it would do anything but make a mess he'd later clean up, he'd been sorely tempted any way. He was that bored. Just for something, anything, to do, he decided to find out just how old he was. It was hard to tell.
After all, he was the only magus in all the infinite worlds of the kaleidoscope that had been ignorant and stupid enough to swear himself to Alaya. Which meant he wasn't a Counter Guardian, he was the Counter Guardian. All those worlds, it wasn't just an endless slaughter, it was the same endless slaughter, and for all the repitions, he'd never been able, never had the control, to do a damn thing different. That, more than it happening in the first place was why he'd given up. Really, why bother when he couldn't do anything?
All of which was him getting off track. His age. Endless slaughter or no, humanity had existed for quite some time. He wasn't sure how long, but the earliest he'd been called, as far as he could tell, humanity had barely evolved enough to be aware of itself. That time, he'd actually been helping the humans, because that was what they Willed. And what Humanity Willed, Alaya saw accomplished. No matter the when or how. Or the cost to him.
So, that time he'd gotten bored, he'd actually spent that decade counting and, once he'd reached a conclusion, recounting, his age. He'd done it a few hundred times by the end of that memorable ten years, and was reasonably sure he was around one million years old. That much, he was certain of, because he'd never gotten a number lower than that, so that was bare minimum. He'd gotten between that and three million each time, so his age was somewhere in between.
"Huh", he'd exhaled sardonically, the smirk that never failed to piss off Rin on his bronzed face, " I must be the oldest codger in existence."
For something to do, just to pass his eternity as Alaya's slave, he'd tried to keep track of his age. He'd been able to tack on another thousand years since that decade. So his minimum was now one million, one hundred thousand. Not that anyone would care. And he wouldn't let anyone. Hell though it was, he literally would not wish it on even his worst enemy, so it just being him was a blessing, hoever unintended on Alaya's part.
It was a whirring sound, like a windmill thwiping in the breeze, but more . . . concentrated, that broke his contemplations. He looked up, in the sectioned off area of the Throne of Heroes that Alaya had made to be his room in between summons, and saw what was unmistakably a portal, blue in color, swirling like a whirlpool in the air.
"If this is some type of summons," he murmured aloud, aware talking to oneself was the first sign of insanity and ignoring that fact, "it is the oddest I've seen."
The portal evidently heard him, because it'd apparently gotten impatient waiting, zipped over and snatched him up before he could so much as twitch. And, cliché though it was, everything did indeed go black.
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