It's me with a new story! I'm taking a pseudo break from Naruto for two reasons.

Halo 4

And the fact that this has just a tiny bit of Naruto in it, and nobody ever makes a crossover this way.

Enjoy!

"Too slow!"

The boy was quickly struck by a blow he was too slow to dodge, throwing him to the ground roughly. It was like this daily, training endlessly so he could survive. Normal children played outside and went to school, not them.

In their culture, there was no place for frivolous pursuits. You could waste your time when you were an adult, childhood was to be spent growing properly. They did not need buildings of instruction, they taught their children what was necessary to know once they began to follow their own path. Math, science, and english were covered along with most subjects the average person spent most of their lives learning. However here these lessons were far more instinctual than most, due to the fact that everyone would need these to survive.

They were not coddled like other humans, such foolishness was detrimental to their very existence. They were Mandalorians!

A proud warrior race was what they were. Humans was the technical term for their species but it was a frivolous term anyway. They were all humans. Who needed to call each other that? Human was the name of the coddled, weaker, less disciplined members of their species. Weakness was not allowed in their culture.

If not for the fact that mandalorians were warriors without exception, they're planet would have killed them long ago. Teeming with dangerous flora and fauna, as well as few hospitable spots to live. Not to mention the fact that the planet was always changing, locations switching, constantly forcing them to move.

It was because of this the mandalorians were always on the move, making sure they're possessions were easily transportable. A warrior who was not adaptable was a dead one.

His son was the prime example of a growing warrior. Five years old and already possessing willpower and spirit that rivaled mandalore himself. Hondo could not be prouder.

The boy was of average height for his age, but that was the only thing about him that could be considered average. He was of asian and european descent, with bright cerulean eyes filled with fire and spirit as he glared at his father from his position on the floor.

Tanned skin and slightly spiky blond hair that shaded his eyes from the unforgiving sun, something the boy was quite grateful for as he spat blood from his lips, slowly rose to his feet, and growled at his father. Exposing his larger and far sharper than average canines. The light reflected off of the tattoo on his left shoulder, they symbol the mandalorian people wore. A mythosaur. The Horned beast's face was far larger than average and stretched from the top of his shoulder to a few inches below his elbow. So overgrown because once the boy grew, the tattoo would only reach a bit above his elbow.

All their children got the tattoo, although some got it later. It was actually seared into their flesh, and more than one child had been horribly burned because they could not stay still during the painful procedure.

It never ceased to fascinate Hondo how his son was so interesting. There was an underlying feeling to the boy, like a growing predator. If not because of his incredibly sharp canines, or the fact that every growl and snarl from his throat was identical to that of a tiger's, it was definitely the whisker marks on his cheeks. Hondo had thought them to be tattoos originally, but he was surprised when he felt them, and it was actually grooved in the boy's cheeks.

"Mandokarla," he said warmly. The boy stopped his would be charge before smiling at the praise.

"Vor'e," he replied.

Blackness clouding his vision.

Why are there screams?

Roars that even his people do not make when they fight. Screeches and howls.

Fire, fire everywhere.

Why do I hide?

I am mandalorian!

Hiding is beneath us.

Warriors fight, bullets fly, shell casings litter the floor.

The cave is dark.

I have been told to emerge when there is no sound at all, or until someone comes to get me.

Where are the others?

Father says to watch my back.

Tion'ad hukaat'kama?

There is no more noise.

Emerging to find a land changed.

Flame and skulls everywhere.

The armored bodies of my people litter the ground. Am I alone?

Travelling through, searching for someone, anyone.

I will not cry. Mandalorians do not cry.

A loud noise blows through. A ship?

A man emerges, old, weathered, yet having the aura only the elders give off. Powerful, dangerous, experienced.

The covenant?

Hatred surges through me at the name.

The chance for vengeance he tells me. To become a warrior unlike any other.

Yes, there is no better chance than this.

Accepting the offer. Boarding this strange ship as I leave the planet.

Flames become embers, and embers fade away from view.

They are not dead, they live in my mind.

Only one thing can be said.

Ret'urcye mhi.

Maybe we'll meet again.

Well, that's the first chapter, don't worry, the rest will be longer.

I've shown some of his past, there will be more, but not for a while. I rather like Mandalorians, as they're basically the unaugmented version of Spartans.

Oh, and I want to clear something up. Since this is the haloverse, there is no jutsu, ninja, chakra, or any of that crap. Naruto is not an idealistic moron who wastes his entire life on self delusion, if you don't like that then read something else.

And I've always wondered what Naruto would look like if he were in the haloverse, so i'm gonna describe him for ya.

He has the same facial features as cloud strife, but less pale and with whisker marks. And his hair is like Raiden from metal gear revengeance when he lets it down. And the growling thing is like the thundercats in the newer version. Oh, and he's got teeth like Wolverine, you know, big, sharp canines that look like fangs but don't stick out of his mouth.

Eh, tell me what you think. Wulvenbeast out.

P.S. They're speaking Mando'a, the mandalorian language. Look it up on wookiepedia