The Will of Black Fire
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Digimon
Chapter 1
Naruto lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood, his body battered and broken. He could hear the sounds of the mob leaving, finally having satisfied their bloodlust and bragging to each other about the pain they had inflicted on the "demon."
Hearing his tormentors leaving, Naruto gathered his strength and began to force himself to rise. Naruto squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, fighting back both a fresh wave of pain and the urge to pass out. Still even as his body and wounds screamed in protest, Naruto forced himself to his feet. He just stood there for a moment, his bloody arms hanging limply at his sides, his knees trembling, and his vision blurring.
Still, Naruto forced one foot forward, more dragging it along the ground then lifting it. Then, when he shifted his weight to the leg he had just moved forward, Naruto pitch forward as his leg refused to support him.
Naruto hit the ground with a wet thud, having lost too much blood to react fast enough to stop his fall. Still, Naruto was barely on the ground for a moment before he was again rising. He then began to limp forward, teeth clenched, too determined to cry out. And with that, Naruto slowly limped out of the alley.
And as he left, unknown to him, he was being watch by a pair of eyes as black as the void, eyes darker than the shadow they lay in. And as he left, you could almost see smirk gleaming in those eyes as they vanished.
Later that night, Naruto lay in his bed. His wounds had already begun to heal and would be gone by morning, as they always were. Naruto slept peacefully in the still night, what had happened earlier was too common of an event for it to trouble him.
As he slept on, the shadows in his small apartment began to silently writhe and twist. Soon a dark figure, which seemed to be almost woven out of the shadows themselves, emerged at Naruto's bedside. He slowly raised a clawed hand until he just barely made contact with Naruto's forehead. Then the figure began to speak.
"Such a small child, such a frail form, yet, you are so much more," the figure's voice seemed to whisper from the shadows, soft, yet strong. Something about his voice seemed to faintly echo of power, the shadows shifting in tone to his words, seemingly enamored by them. And something in his tone made his words almost seductive . . . "I can feel it even now as I stand here. I've traveled far and wide, meet the greatest of heroes and the most dastardly of villains, and yet I've never seen a soul like yours. A sea of rage and hatred, yet you are untainted, untouched by it. And above that sea of darkness, is an endless inferno of determination and passion. It burns brighter than the wills of even the mightiest of heroes, yet you are just a boy with a small frail body. Even now you continue to prove that you are far more than what you seem. The mere sound of my voice has brought despair to heroes and given villains the most horrifying of thoughts, even corrupted the most noble and pure hearted of angels. And yet you take no notice of my presence and are untouched by my corruptive voice. Truly, you are something special. I can see great things in your future."
"Yet, what form will this greatness take. The darkness of your soul is a devil's fondest dream, but you are untouched by it, seemingly immune to the poisonous nature of hate. And your incomparable will has enough force to shake heaven to its very foundations, but you are just a child. A black flame, darker than the depths of hell, but brighter than the highest reaches of heaven. A paradox in and of itself, completely new and holding unimaginable potential; already I can tell that your actions will shake both heaven and hell to their very foundations. Whatever grand destiny fate has in store for you, it won't be enough, which is why you shall forge your own destiny. After all, how could someone as extraordinary as you ever be satisfied with the limited scope of fate?"
"And that is why I have come. I bring with me gifts that will speed you on your path to greatness. I will be watching young Naruto, and I know that whatever your choices may be, you will not disappoint me." And with that said, the figure withdrew his claw, brushing briefly beside where Naruto's right hand lay, and then the shadows in the room seemed to leap forward and spiral around him, consuming him completely.
When this miniature cyclone of shadows subsided and the shadows silently slid back to their proper places, the figure was gone. Where he once stood, now there were three large eggs, two as black as the figure that left them, the other one, however, was a blazing orange that seemed to glow even in the absence of light. And one Naruto's hand, where the figure's claw had briefly touched, there was a small metallic black gauntlet with a blood red crimson spiral on the back.
And Naruto slept on, unaware of the events that had taken place that night, and just how drastically they would change the course of his life.
Okay, so here it is. My first attempt at a Naruto Digimon crossover. Let me know what you think of it and if you have any ideas about who the figure was or what the eggs will hatch into, be as a guess made simply for the fun of it or as a suggestion, be sure to leave a review. And as you leave your feedback, keep in mind that I can go back and change this, it doesn't have to conform to my current draft.