DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or Warcraft they are owned by Kishimoto and Blizzard Entertainment respectively. If I did own them do you really think I would be doing this? Also for you buggers, this is the only time I'm saying it.
A.N. So here it is the Naruto/Warcraft x-over, this is from the poll. I don't plan on it being maudlin or anything like my usual works, more of a comedy/romance with a twist of drama then anything. Should be an interesting job for me since most of my work is dark.
Also, if you don't play WoW. This story will be VERY confusing, a lot of lore and Warcrafty goodness will be mentioned. I'll do my best to make it so all you non-WoW:er's (I think I just made a FUBAR word to describe all you non-gamers) ca n get into the story.
As a warning I will not, let me repeat not have a pairing poll for this story. This work is mainly for my own entertainment. So, if you have an issue with it let me warn you now that you most likely will not enjoy this story.
For those of you that want more 'Naruto: Beast' and 'The Hunter' chapters to come out, well this story has been percolating in my mind for months now. I ran that poll to see if people would read it, when it won (after two weeks of waiting and I still only got 15 votes) I decided to put the others on the shelf to get this damn thing out of my head.
Hopefully now I will be able to continue all three without going bonkers cause this story wont shut up in the back of my mind now that its being written.
Anywho... here we go.
Here is your little guideline:
"Blah blah blah!" ← regular speech
'who am I? where am I? who are you?' ← thoughts
"I AM KYUUBI HEAR ME ROAR!" ← furball/demons speaking
"THOUSAND YEARS OF PAIN IN YA ASS!" ← jutsu/magic
Middle of bumfuck nowhere ← location
Prologue
A Melding of Worlds
Dalaran
A bustling metropolis of dreams, that would be the best description of the floating city of Dalaran.
The home of the Kirin Tor; hovering high above the clouds, held up by powerful arcane magics. Magnificent buildings and spires topped its skyline, casting shadows over the populace. The races of both Factions; Horde and Alliance, saw this city as sanctuary. Letting feuds rest while travelers and weary warriors rested their bones within its walls.
For tonight many a warrior and traveler had reason for celebration!
Arthas, the Lich King had fallen.
A collaboration of heroes from both sides rose up! Storming the shores of Northrend to face the all consuming scourge, led by the fallen prince of Lordaeron. With his demise the world of Azeroth had bought peace, at a terrible price. Many had fallen at the Wrath Gate. Many more within the icy halls of Ice Crown Citadel itself.
Was the cost of life really worth it? A question on many minds.
Amidst the cheers and laughter, the toasts and guzzling of ale's; hundreds grieved. For the loved ones who fell to the undead crusade...
The bar smelled of tobacco and alcohol, of sweat and of grime. The voices of mingling patrons filled the air in a staccato of cheers, toasts and jeers. In this symphony of chaos a slim, petite figure could be seen making its way through man and woman heading towards the bar. A pale blue and white cloak was wrapped around their shoulders, it was faded with time yet the fabric still shone in the smoggy air.
Squeezing between a pair of humans to reach a spot at the counter the figure spoke up.
"BARKEEP! ANOTHER PINT OF ALE!" Katra Silverwind slightly stumbled into the oak counter, alcohol and the men beside her having made reaching her destination difficult. Brushing aside a large number of empty glass mugs and tumblers, she waved at the bartender. A male blood elf, who had been giving her the eye throughout the night.
Like her, he also had long tapering ears though unlike how the Night Elves ears were swept back theirs stood straighter. The most telling trait announcing their race however were the glowing green eyes from the consumption of Fel magic. Nearly four thousand years ago their people had been forced to use demonic energy to sustain their magical addiction when the Sunwell,a fount of mystical power, was tainted beyond repair.
Arthas the now dead Lich King, had used the massive quantity of arcane magic the Sunwell had contained to raise the Archmage Kel'thuzad from the dead. Forever tainting the source of magic that had sustained her needs. Without that magic to support them many of the young, the weak, and the elderly had passed on. The effects of magical addiction being to much for their bodies to handle...
Katra shook her head, willing the bad memories away. "A pint of ale please..." she asked in a much less exuberant tone, the recall of painful thoughts killing her happy mood.
"A wondrous occasion this night." the bartender said giving her a large lecherous grin. "What's a pretty girl like you doing on your own?"
Laughter as delicate as glass wind chimes filled the air, many appreciative glances were directed towards her as she shook her head causing her long blonde locks to dance in the dim light.
"There is nothing wondrous about death." Katra replied gently, she sighed to herself looking at the other people of all races celebrating and filling the air with merriment. "But I won't let our losses outweigh our gains," she whispered then smiled softly flashing brilliant white teeth. "Your right, it is a time for joy. Maudlin thoughts have no place here."
The barkeeper had by then placed a large, far larger then a pints worth mug in front of her. She looked at it then glanced at him with a quizzical expression wondering what he was up to.
"On the house."
Nodding her head in appreciation she picked up the mug with both hands; her small hands barely reaching around its girth, raised it in the air and after a brief silent prayer to the fallen brought it to her pale pink hued lips and drank deeply.
Katra felt the rush of warmth in her belly from the potent beverage and even though she couldn't see it knew that her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue. She drank until it was nearly a quarter gone before setting it down gently and offered the man a small smile "Thank you." she whispered, "I needed that."
The bartender stood silently continuing to clean the glasses that had been left unattended by an earlier patron before speaking once more "I am Aelis Wildstar,"
Katra gave him a questioning glance after his introduction. She had not offered her own and she was curious of what he was going to say next. "A pleasure to meet you Aelis." she gave him a slight bow ignoring the fact that she had still not told the man her name.
"Perhaps I could keep you company, or at least walk let me walk you back to your resting place for the night." Aelis set down the glass he had been working on and was now resting against the counter giving her a toothy smile. "Tis dangerous for a beautiful woman such as yourself to walk alone." she saw a small gleam appear in the mans eyes as he reached across the counter top, taking her small hands into his own as he finished his proposition "Or maybe we could take a stroll through the park? I hear that the fountains are quite enticing in the moonlight."
As the red flags in her mind went up, within the span of those milliseconds an absolutely delicious idea manifested itself in Katra's mind.
Pouting seductively Katra shook her head, pushing her glass out of the way as she leaned towards him. Taking her hands out of his she reached out to caress his left cheek, playing her nails across his skin while bringing her lips teasingly close to his own. From this distance she could see the lust in his eyes, "Why should we wait?" she asked in a husky whisper, swearing to herself that the man shuddered in anticipation. Moving closer so that her mouth was right next to his right ear she tickled it purposely with her breath as she spoke once more "Get your things and meet me out back..." she brushed her lips against his cheek in a tantalizing kiss promising much more as she pulled away.
The bartenders eyes had taken on a glazed look and he swallowed hard. Nodding vigorously he dashed away back into the kitchen no doubt to get his things and take her up on her offer.
Once Katra was sure he was out of earshot; she broke out into laughter, earning her odd looks from the men and women around her. Quieting herself quickly Katra dipped her hand beneath her travel cloak into a small leather pouch hanging from her waist and pulled out a few silver coins, putting them on the bar by her half empty drink.
Removing the payment necessary for the "gift" she had been given.
Then she turned and weaved her way through the crowd walking out of the bar into the cool and soothing embrace of the night air.
Slipping through the party goers milling about in the streets of the great city, Katra smiled wondering when the excitable barkeep would figure out she wasn't coming.
Spotting the inn she was staying at for the night Katra walked up to the wooden door; pushing it open and stepping inside. She spotted a few humans playing a game of cards at a table nearby in the lobby, they cast her a furtive glance and scowled.
A sanctuary Dalaran may be, but old hates linger in all hearts.
However when she slipped off her old and worn travel cloak; revealing her usual garb and other more noticeable features, Katra noted with disdain that a few of those dirty looks had turned into lecherous leers.
Long honey hued hair spilled down over slender shoulders hidden by silken red robes, an intricate golden filigree was embroidered into the plunging neckline as it flowed down over the generous swell of her breasts. From there the pattern spun down her sides pinching in at her slim waist then peaking over the curves of her hips. Tied to her waist were pouches and glowing blue flasks along a thin black belt with a simple metallic buckle. For those who paid close enough attention when she walked, they would spot a pair of fine leather boots peeking from beneath the red hem of her garment.
Katra knew of course that males of all races found her attractive, well maybe not the bovine Tauren or Undead for obvious reasons, but the majority did. Like the rest of her Blood elf kin she had a lithe yet curvaceous figure, something that her natural grace and beauty added to.
Though in her defense, she would give anything to be a bit less, well endowed. Over the many years of her life she had often been compared to cows... and even worse... Tauren women over the size of her feminine "attributes". She blamed the many looks she garnered from men to them as well, a reason why she wore a baggy travel cloak over her usual robes.
Most noticeable of Katra's apparel however was a finely crafted dagger hanging from her waist amidst the many potions and bags that she carried. A large ruby was embedded into the pommel, its shining metallic hilt was crafted from Truesilver, a precious ore well known for its ability to amplify magical effects. The serrated edge of the weapon shone in the dim light of the inn, it was not there for the use of cutting flesh and bone but to represent the fangs of the dragon etched into the blade.
All the leers in the room vanished instantly as they recognized that the attractive woman they had taken to mentally undressing was not to be trifled with...
For a mage could hand out punishments far worse than death.
Walking past the now cowed men at the table, Katra nodded at the dwarven innkeeper who returned the gesture as she walked purposefully to her room closing the door behind her. It was spartan in amenities, a simple bed sat in the corner, a large wooden dresser was set against the wall and a small vanity with a large mirror sat next to it. Though the rooms lone window had a view of the city that made up for all its lacks in comfort.
Aelis was right about one thing. The fountains in the park were beautiful, her rooms window showing them in all their glory for her to watch whenever she chose to look through it.
Slipping off her boots near the entrance Katra began to meticulously remove her gear, placing the many potions pouches and other items on her person placing them in a large bag she had secured that sat next to the bed, it already contained all of her other precious worldly items...
Clothing, ranging from elegant gowns to the most scandalous of negligees. Weapons, some for brokering some for actual use if she faced combat were magically sealed into precious runes that were bound into a large tome that she would often carry on the battlefield. Scrying glasses and other equipment, supplies for enchants and alchemy then lastly a large sum of gold and silver, her life's savings in fact.
A massive amount seeing that though she was loathe to admit it, Katra was nearly two millenia old.
Sighing, Katra walked over to her rooms bed 'A fools ploy many would call it...' she thought with a frown as she began to unbutton her robe, sliding it off her shoulders she removed the article of clothing folding it neatly before placing it on the vanity that sat beside her. 'To leave this world as the Orcs left Draenor long ago.' sitting down on the chair that was in front of the mirror she pulled out a brush from her bag, running it through her hair.
She loved her hair, not out of vanity but for its silky texture. The luxurious feel it created in her hands was relaxing, and Katra found great joy in just being able to play it. Something she often did when she was nervous.
A feeling that was filling her to the brim with a decision she had made not to long ago.
'I am weary of all the death and chaos in this world...' setting the brush down Katra stood stifling a yawn with her left hand as she glided silently across the floor towards her bed. 'Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I will go to the Dark Portal and finally be rid of it.'
Now clad only in a simple cotton blouse and black panties, Katra lifted the covers of the bed before slipping in between the soft linen sheets. Closing her eyes she did her best to get comfortable on the stiff mattress, awaiting arrival to one of the few sanctuaries she had been able to find for nearly a millenia.
Her dreams.
Warmth; comforting soothing bliss.
The blankets on her bed swept her up into their tender embrace as consciousness slowly returned. This feeling of joy was ruined however by a dull ache, a steady drumbeat sounding off the interior of her skull. Slowly cracking her eyes open Katra winced as the light filtering from the window assaulted her sleepy orbs.
"I hate hangovers..." she whispered pulling the comforter tighter to her form, rolling away from the window desperate to gain a few more precious moments of slumber.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Miss Silverwind!" a muffled voice entered her room from the closed door. "Breakfast has been served in the main hall, would you like me to set a bath for you afterward?"
"Asto're fandu'talah!" Katra shouted into the pillow, praying silently that the noisy menace known as room service would leave her in peace. Closing her eyes again trying to stem away the terrible headache that was to come.
Katra heard the door creaking open, now she was getting upset! Why on Azeroth would the maid enter her room without permission? Could they not comprehend the simple notion that she wanted to sleep!
"Miss Silverwi-"
"If you are not out of my room..." Katra interupted slowly pulled the covers down peeking over their edge and glared hard at the maid, a young human girl who couldn't be out of her teens. Most likely a new worker, "By the time I count to three." she slipped an arm out from underneath the blankets pointing the equivalent number of perfectly manicured nails into the air to emphasize her point. "I will Polymorph you into a lamb and sell you to a butcher!" she spat out venomously.
"One."
The ring finger dropped.
"Two..."
With a slowness that would put drying paint to shame Katra began to lower her middle finger.
The girl stood frozen in place fear etched across her now white features. Then as if struck by lightning she spontaneously exploded into action, "Y-yes of course Miss Silverwind," the girl began to backpedal out of the room bowing repeatedly "I will b-bring a bath-I mean a meal to your room!" the maid stammered with a final bow.
Reaching the door the girl nearly ripped it off its hinges before tearing down the hall, desperate to put as much distance between the angry tenant and herself as possible.
Katra sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling as a melancholic smile formed on her lips. Throwing off the blankets now that returning to sleep was out of the question she sat up, stretching her arms above her head with an accompanying yawn.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress she moaned in a near sensuous manner as the soles of her dainty feet touched the cold wooden floor, bringing her to full awareness. Rubbing the final remnants of night from her eyes Katra stood and walked over to her large rucksack, shuffling through her possessions in search of proper clothing for the work she had to accomplish before her departure.
Finding a comfortable sleeveless cotton vest and human styled pants that she had to taken a liking to, jeans if her memory served, Katra slipped into the outfit quickly, then walked to the small foyer of her room. Slipping her travel boots on she snapped her right thumb and middle fingers together , remembering something she needed before leaving.
Soft footfalls echoed in the empty room as she retrieved a small roll of parchment from the now bare desk.
The papers necessary to resign as a combat mage of the Kirin Tor.
Humming to herself, Katra opened the door exiting the room she had called home for nearly three months, intent on being completely ready by nightfall.
Inter-dimensional travel wasn't an exact science after all.
Outskirts of Hi no Kuni
Lush forests, tranquil rivers, teeming wildlife the Land of Fire was the epitome of growth and prosperity. Birds sang their sweet melodies, a peaceful lullaby for all to hear. Amidst these pleasant stereophonic rhythms an abrupt disturbance was about to occur.
"OI! Ero-sennin!" the shout of Uzumaki Naruto; now nearly 16 years of age broke the typical sounds of the forest as he hopped from one tree to the next in search of his elusive, cunning, powerful...
No, really just an overly perverted sensei.
They had been traveling for one and a half years, nearly the entire duration of the training journeys scheduled length. One thing Naruto had learned well enough so far was simple, if he ever turned out like his teacher he'd turn himself over to Tsunade for a thorough beating.
His overall appearance hadn't changed much, he still wore a lot of orange, the color wasn't altogether amazing as he had found it as a kid but it definitely was comforting to wear something familiar. Though now it was striped in certain areas with black. He had however grown a bit in the height department, and the majority of his kiddy fat had vanished from his torturous self regimen of physical training.
All in all in Naruto's own non-biased and humble opinion, he looked great!
Today halfway through one of their training sessions Naruto had noticed the so called "Perverts gleam" in his sensei's eyes. Not long after as he had expected Jiraiya left, leaving him unattended to practice his chakra exercises while he went to "research".
Naruto scanned the tree line for any impromptu screaming rockets of flesh made from his teachers body being sent skyward. A much more common sight then people would think, the Gama sannin being caught and disposed of by angry females with their fists.
Since they had left Konoha, Naruto had yet to learn anything that caught his interest. His sensei Jiraiya seemed more concerned with his ability to harness the Kyuubi's powers, then his own personal growth.
Kyuubi, the bane of his existence the nine-tailed demon fox trapped in his stomach was the cause of so many troubles that he couldn't even think of it without getting a headache. A band of s-rank nin were after him, for one. It was also the reason he had been hated as a child growing up, left to fend for himself because the people of Konoha couldn't differentiate a kunai from a storage scroll.
Hell those reasons were just the tip of the iceberg!
In fact, he was STILL a one trick pony, Kage Bunshin and the Rasengan being the most powerful jutsu in his arsenal... if not the only ones at all. How the hell was he going to fulfill his promise to Sakura-chan if he didn't have loads of amazing jutsu!
Naruto grimaced at the thought of his promise to bring Sasuke back, the closest thing he had to a brother. They were a lot alike after all, having no family... well Sasuke did have Itachi. Ok, well maybe not much alike at all but they were rivals and friends! He would be damned if he wasn't able to save Sasuke from Orochimaru.
However, none of that really mattered right now though seeing as the biggest migraine he had was locating his good for nothing teacher.
Jumping from branch to branch Naruto scoured his mind trying to think of the nearest hot springs... if anything Jiraiya was easy to understand; find a group of attractive half naked females, and you would find the self proclaimed super pervert.
Eastern Kingdoms – Bad Lands
A desolate burning wasteland, the easiest way to describe the demonically ravaged Bad Lands. Years ago with the opening of the Dark Portal that lead to the Outlands; legions of Fel Guards, Hounds and Infernals had swept across the land. Tainting it with their essence and turning it into a hellish nightmare turned reality.
Most would never dare to come here under even the most dire of circumstance. Even amongst the bravest members of the Horde and Alliance, few could say they had entered the Dark Portal and survived the horrors that lurked about on the other side.
Katra was one of those few.
Scanning the perimeter, she nodded to herself. With the relocation of the majority of the Horde and Alliance armies to Northrend, the Dark Portal had very few guards posted. A skeleton crew patrolled the area instead of the full regiment it had when it was first opened long ago. Slipping behind a small grouping of boulders, Katra peeked over the top keeping herself out of veiw as she watched a group of Draenei warriors circle around the portal once more.
She was happy now more then ever with her choice of clothing.
Instead of the "I'm right here kill me now" red and black garb her people were known for, Katra was dressed in a simple brown linen tunic and black mageweave pants. The light weight fabric blended in well with the darkly colored earth and the boulders she was currently hiding behind.
Sweaty, uncomfortable, and uncertain that her plan would work; Katra looked down at the bag by her side that contained her possessions...
Not an hour earlier she had said her goodbyes to the few friends and family members who were still among the living. Full of confidence she had given them all smiles and laughter as she skirted around their prodding about her plans.
Now though; not even a thousand feet from her goal, she was hesitant.
The plan was simple enough, overload the portal array with her own arcane magic. She had been conserving her Mana everyday since this plan had formulated in her mind originally, only using it when it was absolutely required. In addition she had many runes and talismans with her to help amplify those powers when she made her attempt.
It wasn't as if she was attempting to convert the entire portal into a new one, she knew well enough that such a thing was nigh impossible for a single person to do. Her plan required only an area large enough for her to pass through before the array she set up broke down.
Then after that, all that was left was pray to the Sunwell that instead of Outlands like it would normally take her, she would end up in a different world were she could live out the rest of her days in peace.
Maybe even find a nice guy and settle down.
Katra giggled into her palm at that thought.
If anything even if she failed she would be back where she started, still stuck on Azeroth. Meant to die one day on the battlefield, or to watch as her friends and loved ones died before her. A fate she was desperate to escape, in her long life Katra had dealt with those hurts many more times then she would have liked to.
Making this a gamble with extremely high payoffs and very little risk.
Well... her plan had one major drawback if it worked, it could transport her to an uninhabited world. She could even end up amidst the heart of the Burning Legions armies of demons... or maybe even a world that couldn't sustain life in its entirety! If any of those events were to occur, there was no way that she could think of that would get her back...
'Calm DOWN Katra Silverwind!' she mentally rebuked herself while placing a palm on her chest willing her racing heartbeat away, 'You survived the destruction of Quel'Thalas at the hands of the scourge, the ravages of the Burning Legion, and the horrors set upon Azeroth by the Lich King himself!' closing her eyes and taking a deep breath Katra steeled her resolve, 'I want to be free of these things, over thinking and second guessing myself now will not get me anywhere...'
Once more in full control of her emotions, Katra opened her eyes and let out a deep breath, noticing that the guards had vanished from sight. Looking around to see if any other patrols were in the area and assuring that no one would see what she was about to do.
Picking up her bag Katra cast a uncomplicated yet powerful invisibility spell on herself and began to slink stealthily towards the portal.
Outskirts Hi no Kuni
"For a famous nin, you're pretty pathetic..." Naruto muttered as he stared down at the disfigured features of his teacher. Jiraiya looked as if he had been on the business end of the Godaime Hokage's fist... half a dozen times.
He just couldn't understand why his sensei went ahead with his research when the man always found himself in the current situation. Many bruises, welts and reddening slap marks covered the Sannin's now lumpy face. It was comedic in that Naruto knew they would be gone in moments, as if never there.
Jiraiya "humph'd" as he stood back up brushing leaves and dirt from his clothing, "Gaki you just don't understand the beauty of the female body." a gleam appeared in the older mans eyes as he continued with his speech.
Naruto groaned slapping his forehead as he listened to Jiraiya babble on about the glorious gifts that women possessed. He had heard this lecture many times before and still couldn't understand half of it.
"That silky skin, those luscious curves..." drool was by now appearing in the corners of Jiraiya's mouth "My research is the culmination of mans destiny!" he shouted wiping away some of the spittle with the back of his left hand.
"Riiight," Naruto drawled as he rolled his eyes. "well I did all those meditation exercises you wanted me to do." crossing his arms over his chest the blonde leaned back against a tree, "So, now can you teach me some new jutsu?"
"How many times have I told you that the number of jutsu you can do has nothing to do with your quality as a ninja?" Jiraiya asked sternly as he pulled the last of the foliage from his shaggy white hair. "Plus you need to learn to control yourself when you draw on the Kyuubi's chakra!"
"But Ero-sennin!"
"No buts Naruto!"
Pouting Naruto kicked at a lump of dirt with his sandal clad foot, then grinned mischievously.
Something Jiraiya noticed instantly.
Forming the seal to one of his most infamous jutsu Naruto disappeared in a cloud of white smoke. As it wafted away it began to reveal a buxom pig-tailed blonde, the smoke cleared away until it barely covered the curves of her breasts and nether regions.
Oiroke no Jutsu, the pervert killer.
In her full voluptuous and nearly nude glory stood Naruto's female alter ego Naruko, a pout cute enough to put puppies to shame forming on her whisker marked face. Big soulful baby blue eyes welling up with tears, capable of shattering any straight males ability at coherent thought.
"Jiraiya-sama," 'Naruko' cooed "Wont you pleeease teach me some new jutsu?" she leaned forward pressing her impressive cleavage together "I promise to let you research me in return..."
"No means no Naruto, knock it off and get back to your meditations."
The world stood still.
Naruko's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and if a breeze had passed it would have knocked her over.
'What the hell!' Naruto still in the transformation thought to himself as he stared at the stone faced Jiraiya.'Ero-sennin saying no to my Oiroke no jutsu!' never one to back down from a challenge Naruto began to form another seal that he was well known for.
"Kage Bunshi-"
"OK OK OK!" Jiraiya shouted in defeat, waving his hands in the air exasperatedly "I'll teach you something! Just DON'T use that jutsu!" he groaned out slapping his forehead with his palm.
Naruko smirked and with a poof of white smoke revealed a smug looking and fully clothed male Naruto.
Jiraiya may have some sort of self control, but no man can resist the Harem jutsu.
"Awesome!" he shouted pumping a fist in the air. "So what are you going to teach me is it powerful!" Naruto began thinking which degenerated into him nearly salivating over the idea of learning new amazing jutsu "I can't wait! This is gonna be sooo coo-"
"Whoa calm down there Naruto, first I want you to practice cutting a waterfall in half with your wind chakra."
His rant interupted Naruto stared dumbfounded at his teacher before shouting to the heavens "SAY WHAT!"
Jiraiya sighed before crouching down beckoning Naruto to do the same. His student didn't move at all instead opting to stand with a flabbergasted look on his face. "I want you," he pointed at the catatonic blonde for emphasis "to cut a waterfall in half." when the silence continued Jiraiya rolled his eyes.
'1,2,3...'
"ERO-SENNIN ARE YOU INSANE!"
'That took less time then I thought' Jiraiya thought, "Look Naruto what I'm going to teach you will require a massive amount of control." peering at the horizon as he spoke the older man continued on, "It's nearly nightfall why don't you go find a place near a waterfall that we can set up camp."
Naruto stared, unblinking and impassively at his teacher. Though in his mind it was a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts running in overdrive.
'No way is he really going to teach me something he's trying to get out of teaching me... AGAIN!'
'THIS IS STUPID!'
'Maybe it really is an amazing jutsu.'
'A FUCKING WATERFALL THOUGH!'
'I guess I should set up camp though.'
'BUT A FUCKING WATERFALL!'
'That and I think I'm nearly out of ramen... shit.'
Coming out of his daze Naruto looked around, realizing finally that he had been ditched once more. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted slapping his forehead with his left palm. 'I swear to kami I'm going to get him for this!' the blonde added silently as he walked off into the setting sun.
Eastern Kingdoms – Badlands
"Shit..."
A single word that described her current situation perfectly.
Katra stood in front of the portal, around her on the ground were talismans and carefully written runes. She felt beads of sweat dripping down her brow, her long usually meticulously maintained blonde mane was matted to her face and the back of her neck from the perspiration. The once comfortable outfit she was wearing was now covered in dirt and grime giving her the appearance of a disheveled bum. Worst of all her Mana nearly gone from the effort it had taken to set everything up.
Yet that was not the reason for her sole epitaph.
Everything had gone perfectly, she had finished her work and completed the array flawlessly.
But no, she hadn't thought that the Kirin Tor had set up specially hidden alarms in case of tampering. Alerting them the instant she had run her Mana through the array to activate it. Really, Katra had figured that during her long career as one of their mages she would have come across such important information!
Katra had been forced to fight nearly twenty of her old accomplices, this was cause of the fires and frost littering the ground around her. Of them many had been knocked unconscious, frozen in blocks of ice, some she had even been forced to polymorph into sheep, monkey's, or penguins.
Nothing fatal but the healers wouldn't be very happy when they saw to their injuries.
Now she squared off against their leader and of ALL the people to be leading them it just had to be HIM!
"Let me pass Rhonin..."
Dressed in his billowing blue and gray robes, the red headed leader of the Kirin Tor spoke gently "Katra I think I understand what your trying to do... but it isn't the answer." he gestured towards the portal behind him "You haven't permanently wounded any of them I can tell. So stop this madness and come back to Dalaran." he gave her a sad smile, "I will do my best to see that your punishment isn't harsh."
Tempting... oh so tempting, she was exhausted, sore from fighting so many people at one time and wanted nothing more then to rest.
Even if it was in a prison cell.
But she was close, oh so close to her goal!
Even as Katra watched she saw the shimmering undulating outline of the portal she had created beginning to close, all that stood in her way was a man whom she had respected for many years. A close friend who had lead her into battle many times and saved her life or those she held dear just as often.
"Please Rhonin, let me go..." Katra pleaded edging her way closer not willing to harm the man, though with her current state she doubted that she could take him. "I'm tired, so tired of going from one war to the next. Having to bury my friends and family one after another."
The powerful leader of the Kirin Tor shook his head sagely, "I understand your feelings far to well Katra..." he waved gesturing to the portal behind him, "But running away isn't going to bring them back," with a sigh his shoulders slumped "You have no idea where that will take you either, you could die just walking through that thing."
Katra felt her worries return, the self doubt and despair that he was right. That it would not be a liveable world she was transported to...
'NO!' she mentally rebuked herself shaking her head of those thoughts'I'm so close to my goal and if it is doomed to fail I would welcome death with open arms!' "Then there is no problem with you letting me pass is there." she replied determinedly "I know I've broken many laws doing this Rhonin, but if it fails would that not be punishment enough?" Katra watched warily as she picked up her bag and continued to walk closer to the array, Rhonin showed no intention of stopping her.
With a heavy sigh, Rhonin gave her a melancholic smile. "Katra, you are a dear friend," he stepped aside revealing that the portal was barely large enough for her to fit through now. "If it wasn't for your support in the council Vereesa and I wouldn't have been able to marry... I'll let you pass, unofficially of course."
Relief flooded her being at those words, stepping close to the man she embraced him tightly which after a moment was softly returned. "Thank you Rhonin, thank you so much." she whispered. "Vereesa is going to be so pissed off at me for this isn't she."
She felt the man stiffen in her arms.
"Most likely, we're going to miss you." he answered and she released him from the embrace seconds later noticing the wry smile on his features "Now get going Katra, I'll clean up your mess like always."
Nodding she hugged him one more time before walking towards the array, turning around she gave Rhonin a slight bow before closing her eyes and entering the portal. Hoping against hope that she would find a world where she could finally find peace on the other side.
Weightless... it was an odd feeling for Katra, especially considering that her ruck sack wasn't exactly light weight. Opening her eyes she blinked in rapid succession noticing for the first time what seemed to be, clouds.
'Oh by the Sunwell this is not good.'
A shrill scream tore its way out of her throat as she looked in the direction she figured was down. Sure enough below her... far below her, she saw the blue bodies of water and the greens of lush forests.
'Well at least its not a volcanic ball of ash and hellfire...' was the final though on her mind amidst the ones screaming at her about how she was going to die.
Naruto's Campsite
'I swear I hear a lady screaming...' Naruto thought to himself as he put the finishing touches to the campfire in place. He had found a nice cove near a lake and had set up his and Jiraiya's tents, after fishing for dinner he worked on setting up the fire he was about to light when his sensitive hearing picked up what he could only identify as screams.
Looking around confusedly he searched for the screams origin. It seemed to be getting closer.
'It almost sounds like... its coming from above me...' Looking up Naruto spotted a small dot in the sky, narrowing his eyes he noticed that it indeed was a person falling.
True to his nature and never one to question things that didn't make sense, like how this person got up there in the first place. The one thought on Naruto's mind even as his body began to move to do what his brain was still processing.
'HOLY SHIT! I gotta help them!'
In the air with Katra
Stupid, was the best way to describe the current mixture of emotions Katra was experiencing.
The shock of finding herself thousands of feet in the air after coming through the portal had halted the most obvious thought process of casting a spell to survive the impact.
'Slowfall maybe...' the wind was whistling in her ears as she fell, nearly drowning her thoughts out with the racket it was making. Though now her descent held a bit more grace then previously seeing that she was no longer screaming bloody murder. 'No it wont work with this heavy bag.' checking off that spell from her mental checklist she continued down the list frowning when she came to the best option she had.
'Iceblock...' her features formed a grimace that was rarely there. How she hated the spell; being claustrophobic, purposefully encasing yourself in a block of ice never sat well with her. There was another reason but claustrophobia was definitely the major contributing factor.
'Well it should be alright as long as no one is nearby and I have a chance to get into my bag.' with that thought she began to chant an inner mantra that she used in preperation for her spell work, the slightest mistake with this spell could trap her alive indefinitely within the ice.
Cold tendrils crept over her skin, quickly encompassing her body as the magic went to work. It only took seconds and she prayed that it wouldn't malfunction the way it had last time...
Fire magic was her forte and frost type spells never suited her.
The ground was coming closer and Katra spotted something that caused her to redouble her prayers even more, what seemed to be a quickly moving person on the ground. Even though she was far away Katra was blessed with keen eyesight and could tell that this being was vaguely humanoid in size and shape; though moving far faster then she had ever seen a human move, her first contact with a hopefully intelligent creature from wherever she had ended up. Running the calculations in her mind she estimated that they would reach her just as she landed.
NOT good news.
A spell backfiring and causing a scene was not how she wanted to make introductions.
'I'm not much on religion, but any deities out there!' Katra silently pleaded as the last vestiges of ice covered her body 'Please let my spell work properly this time!'
The spell finished she waited for impact noticing that whoever had been running to meet her was slowing down.
On the ground with Naruto
'Well the screams stopped, maybe their ok.' Naruto thought, slowing down to a jog. Narrowing his eyes; giving him a fox like visage, something peculiar caught his eye even in the dimming light.
Whoever or whatever it was had taken on a nearly crystalline aspect, the evening sun shimmering on their body. Almost as if they were made of glass... or ice.
'Haku?'
Naruto still wasn't sure about the gir... nono Haku was a boy, he had fought with long ago in the Land of Waves.
The life lesson he had learned about fighting for those precious to you from Haku was something he had taken to heart and lived by. In addition to his never give up attitude and never breaking a promis-
Naruto's thoughts were interupted by a thunderous crash. He had zoned out, and in front of him he spotted what was definitely not a person!
A statue was a better description. Though even for a statue; the woman who had modeled for it was beautiful. She was dressed in a simple looking brown tunic and dusty colored jeans, like the ones he had seen a few civilians wear.
Now Naruto was no pervert, but he knew he had a bit of a perverted side to him. Something about this woman stuck him though, and it struck with a vengeance. He blamed it on being surrounded by perverts all the time. From Kakashi-sensei to the closet pervert Ebisu, his current teacher Jiraiya and even Jiraiya's teacher Hokage-jiji were perverts.
The craftsmen had been meticulous in detail. Obviously forgoing any shortcuts in its construction. Long hair the color of his own; no now that he looked closer it was a shade darker, marveling at the fact that he could even make out the individual strands he saw that it fell to the middle of the woman's back just above her waistline. Her face had an angular beauty to it not rough in that aspect as it was distinctly feminine, with its full pouty lips to the glowing emerald eyes.
'Wait what the hell!' Naruto blinked, wondering if the light was playing tricks on him then squinted checking the statues eyes once more. The eyes were indeed glowing, he wasn't a major art buff but he was pretty sure most statue's eyes DON'T glow.
'Weird.' storing that tidbit of information away he took a different approach starting at the bottom and working back up. Naruto could make out beneath her outfit the contours of her long legs and the curves of her hips, a thin waist and flat stomach... to breasts nearly the size of Tsunade-baa-chan.
His inner pervert was already throwing a fit, she was absolutely stunning.
Sakura-chan who?
Though he had never seen a person with ears like hers, they looked like the ears of an elf. Like the ones in those books he read when he was younger.
Her position was a bit awkward to, like that big bag slung over her shoulder.
'Really doesn't answer the question of how it got here though.' Naruto thought to himself as he walked closer, wanting to see the piece of art at different angles. Maybe by studying it some more he would find out where it came from.
STILL! The oddest thing about the thing in front of him was it really did look like it was a statue encased in a block made of ice! Heck as he walked closer to it the air around him was getting cooler, and Naruto was positive he saw steam coming off of it.
'Oh this is good.' Katra watched as what she could now tell was a human, or at least appeared appeared to be human, studied her intently. 'At least he appears civilized.'
The human was a blonde male, wearing a flashy orange and black outfit. He had bright sapphire blue eyes and a fox like appearance when he squinted at her, a feature that was accentuated by the odd whisker looking marks on his face. She could see the muscle definition on his arms and legs, obviously these people worked hard for a living if someone this young was so well developed.
If Katra had to wager a guess he was in his teens.
Though her heart soared as a very simple thought struck her.
The spell had worked. She definitely wasn't in the desolate Outlands, or any place in Azeroth from what she could tell. This humans style of clothing told her that they were not primitive apes, seeing that the fabric was well made.
Best yet she saw no visible weapons! They were a peaceful people.
'Well so far I can't sense the spell malfunctioning at all...' if she could Katra would have sighed in relief at that 'and I sense a source of magic coming from this boy.'
More good news, if these people could manipulate arcane energies she would be accepted much more readily instead of shunned for her powers and abilities. Silently thanking any deities names that came to mind Katra for her good fortune, she willed the Ice Block spell to fade away. Then watched with some amusement as the boy's eyes widened.
She smiled gently at the boy holding up her hands in a way she hoped would show him that she meant him no harm.
To her own personal joy, he reciprocated the gesture. Mimicking her actions.
"Hello, where am I?" Katra asked in common, the language that humans used in Azeroth. He gave her a confused look scratching the back of his head, 'He's kind of cute when he does that.' she thought to herself 'Though it seems that common isn't the language used here.'
A minor inconvenience with her spell work she could scry the information she needed necessary to communicate with them.
She smiled as the boy began gesticulating wildly obviously trying to tell her something, with how his face was turning red the boy was blushing... it was quite cute.
That amusement vanished seconds later and she cursed her luck as she felt something very wrong with her earlier spell work occur.
'Oh no.'
As the final traces of ice vanished Katra could feel the clothing she was wearing turn brittle, before shattering and falling off of her body like the leaves of a tree.
Leaving her completely nude.
Naruto had been surprised when the block of ice disappeared from the statue... no it wasn't a statue that was obvious now. It truly was a woman who had been encased in that block of ice. Now she was smiling at him, holding her hands out in a way he could only guess was a greeting.
Her smile caused him to flush slightly, he wasn't used to people giving him any form of acknowledgment other then scorn. Added to the fact that she was very attractive, well that only added to his lack of current speaking ability.
Then she spoke and Naruto swore that if angels existed they would sound like this woman. Though he couldn't understand a thing she said. Her voice was husky and musical, a playful flirty timbre that caused shocks to run along his spine.
Scratching the back of his head he was about to speak when he noticed the bottoms of her pants take on an odd sheen then fall apart revealing the silky skin of her calves, the clothing continued to fall apart running up her legs revealing her thighs and hips.
Throwing his hands up he tried to warn her what was happening, Naruto began babbling like an idiot. 'How can she not tell whats going on!' "Miss your CLOTHES ARE FALLING OFF!" he shouted
Naruto felt all the blood in his body rush towards two separate parts of his body, a natural occurrence that occurred when any male was offered the sight he was getting right at this moment.
In front of him was a naked goddess, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight. Blonde hair shimmering in the dim light like gold, her hands shot into action covering her breasts and... As his eyes trailed down her stomach towards the forbidden treasure trove she was hiding, Naruto's mind overloaded and something that he had never expected to happen to himself occurred.
His head was knocked back by the explosive force of blood from his nose as he was lulled into a perverted unconsciousness.
'I HATE ICEBLOCK!' Katra thought as she desperately tried to cover herself with her hands. Now she knew why the boy had been blushing like a madman.
It was an issue she had with the spell since the days of her apprenticeship, she could never get the mix of magic right. Always ending in a wardrobe malfunction like the predicament she currently found herself in. it had earned her some pretty derogatory nicknames in the ranks as well.
She could feel the boys eyes on her now, and she glared at him when he didn't stop ogling her. Just as she began a spell to teach the little pervert a lesson she watched with fascination as a small smile appeared on his face, then a waterfall of red erupted from his nose knocking him over and onto his back.
Curious Katra walked over and knelt besides the boy, he was unconscious. Though she frowned at the perverted smile on his face, shrugging and deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth she walked over to her bag and rummaged about her belongings grabbing a new outfit to replace the one her spell had destroyed.
Looking back to the unconscious boy she facepalmed as she tried to think of a way to explain this whole thing when he woke back up. The fact that she still wasn't able to communicate properly with him was a headache that she could deal with using a bit of simple spell work, but seeing that he couldn't consent to it in his current state all she could do was wait.
Pulling on a new robe, Katra sat down beside the unconscious blonde. Pulling a small cloth out of her bag she wiped away some of the blood from his face, 'He is kind of cute...' she thought as she studied his face. 'Well hopefully he wakes up soon, I really need to figure out where I am.'
Deciding that she could at least make him comfortable she gently lifted the blondes head and set it on her lap. Stroking his hair she found that it was softer then it looked, its texture nearly like fur.
"Wake up soon cutie," Katra whispered as she leaned back against a tree. "I have questions and I want you to answer them."
Gazing into the sky she allowed herself a small smile, she had escaped the horrors of Azeroth. She was in a new world where she could start anew, their were people here that she could learn to live with. She could carve out a new normal life here.
Oh how wrong was she...
Prologue End
A.N. Omg that was a long ass prologue...
So this is my twist to the Naruto Wow x-over norm. Usually its Naruto getting ported there somehow, well I wanted to be unique and I have it someone wanting to escape Azeroth coming to the Narutoverse.
Oh right!
For those of you that don't know Thalassian is the bloodelf language. So the:
"Asto're fandu'talah!"
From the scene in the room, I used the actual game to translate it. But it means "Fucking roomservice!" honestly I hate them!
Yes, clean my room but DO NOT DISTURB MY BEAUTY SLEEP!
Anyways Katra is my first completely original character, why a Blood elf you ask...well I play Horde, and I can't stand Alliance so their races were out of the question.
Undead would have been awkward! Tauren wouldn't have been received well in the Narutoverse, same with Trolls or Orcs. That left Bloodelves, her being a mage because it'll make it entertaining later... I have some fun things planned with magic in the story. Her backstory will be exposed more as the fic goes on.
To be honest I'm a bit nervous to see what you guys think of her.
So we're going to give you a small list of what she can do and about her so you can get a bit of a feel for her character.
Also if your going to be a bitch I'll just stop posting this and write it for fun...
Name: Katra Silverwind
Sex and Race: Female Blood Elf
Age: Refuses to tell me her actual age but is almost 2000 years old (I researched a bit on the races and like the Nightelves or Highborne, Blood elves can be extremely old. There's going to be a reason for it in the story later on so yes, shes a super baa-chan)
Sizes: *beats author over the head for asking*
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green (hard to tell since they glow)
Class: Combat mage, previously warlock
Specialization: Close quarter Fire combat
Weapon of Choice: Bladed Tonfa (yeah yeah so shoot me, hell I play a mage so I know they don't melee. But for the sake of this story she is not going to just sit there and pyroblast baddies all day from a distance...)
OMAKE! An interview with Katra:
Pr1nnyDUD3: So Kat-chan, I can call you that right? ( Katra nods impatiently) Good, anyways what do you think of the story so far and your interactions with Naruto?
Katra: (glares) Your an idiot.
Pr1nnyDUD3: I beg your pardon?
(silence)
Pr1nnyDUD3: Riiiight... so about you and Naruto, think it will work out ok?
(silence)
Pr1nnyDUD3: You know that's pretty rude of you, I created you after all. So ignoring me is kinda like ignoring your father.
Katra: … (looks away and whispers) why did I have to be naked...
Pr1nnyDUD3: Sorry, (cocks head to the side) say that again I couldn't make that out.
Katra: (stands up, hands begin to glow) I said why did I have to be naked you freak! (growls) That and you made me look like a slut!
Pr1nnyDUD3: (holds up hands defensively) Now Kat-chan calm down... the readers need a bit of fanservice here and there to keep them happy.
Katra: And that's the best excuse you have for making me seem like a harlot strung out on Bloodthistle! (advances on cowering writer) By the Sunwell, you have me glomping onto a teenager! (begins throwing fireballs)
Pr1nnyDUD3: Hey stop giving away things from later on in the story! (runs away from volatile female) ...Now let's not do anything you might regret! (ducks a fireball) Like killing your author!
Katra: (laughs menacingly) Regret? (cackles) Oh no I wont regret this at all... (forms a very large fireball) BUT YOU WILL PERVERT!
Pr1nnyDUD3: (sweatdrops) Hehe, well look at the time! I guess this is it for today, leave a review and all that other stuff! (runs like hell)
Katra: (chases after terrified author) GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE! (launches the now massive fireball) I SWEAR WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU'LL REGRET EVER BEING FUC-
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[PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCMENT]
Due to the excessively violent description of her plans, we regret to inform you that this interview has been cut short and will continue in the following chapter. After the tone please leave your reviews and helpful criticism. All flames will be forwarded to the IDGAF Foundation.
Thank you for your cooperation.
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