Dragon's Blood -Naruto Fan Fiction-
By HasiVA
Prologue
She kept staring at the stars that littered the dark expanse of the night sky. It was dark here, in this world. Very different from cheery Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Her thoughts seem to linger much on Konoha these last few days.
Not quite queer, little one, Saphira, her dragon, cut in, their consciousnesses melded as one. Not queer at all, actually.
Oh really? I wonder why, the Dragon Rider's thoughts were full of sarcasm. She knew the reason, of course. The Fourth Shinobi World War was approaching. Obviously, Madara Uchiha was proving to be quite a handful.
Sakura will be fine. So would the rest of the village. There's no point in lingering over those thoughts though and you know why. Saphira was resting in the Dragon Keep above the window the Rider was gazing through. Saphira's long neck looked down at her Rider.
This said Rider was sitting on the sill of the Gothic window, her gaze never leaving the glittering stars. There was a whole village before her; the flickering lights, happy chatter, jovial laughter… but her eyes never roamed the endless streets of the village below. They all reminded her of how her life was stuck in this tyrannical world, Alagaësia. They say it was better before; that it wasn't so different from the Ninja World. That her ancestor, Eragon, and Saphira had made sure of that.
But Eragon was dead, the world was all about politics, and there was no room for love or friendship. Saphira enlightened her with images of the before world, which their shared minds enabled. It was beautiful.
They say what happened was a miracle: Saphira had bonded with a second Rider, Eragon's blood descendant. An exotic girl with hair so dark red, that it was almost black. Her eyes were emerald orbs, linking her to her younger sister. She wasn't the only Rider though. There was her elder brother, Tatsu. Since Saphira had bonded with the first female Rider, people bestowed most of their attention on her brother, a more promising character.
She didn't care though. This was just an opportunity to do everything in a less public manner. People knew she was dangerous though. She had the blood of a ninja and of a Rider, after all. She had spent five years of her childhood in Konoha, training until she was chunin. Then she held a position in the ANBU along with fellow teammate Itachi Uchiha.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly at the mentally conjured image of the Uchiha. Then they promptly turned down when she remembered he was dead.
Ah, the Uchiha, Saphira broke in once again. Heard about his dying stunt, little one?
The Rider narrowed her eyes at the thought. Amaterasu. In Sasuke's eyes.
Yes, and against Madara too. Impressive, I'll say, Saphira stared at her Rider with one blue eye. It's too good to be true: Itachi Uchiha dead. Just like that.
He was unwell, the red-headed girl interjected. Spying on ninjas was too easy with magic.
Well, what about Madara?
What do you mean?
He survived the curse of age and still stands. Why not Itachi?
The redhead's mind whirled with disbelief and hope. What if Itachi was alive? But what the Rider wouldn't let herself believe that; it was too absurd. Their spies confirmed he was dead, so how could he be alive? That's absurd, Saphira. Madara had to do some cellular jutsu to be 'immortal' –
But he stands. Madara is a genius, so is Itachi. What stands in their way? Nothing worth bothering about. Sometimes we concentrate too much on the details. Thus, we miss the whole picture, Saphira reasoned, her years of wisdom backing her up. Itachi has always been ten steps ahead of everyone. Don't underestimate him.
Madara's return was only a minor detail in this tapestry. So were many other events, but the main picture showed a bigger threat. If Madara can return, so can some others.
Let fate rule over the ninja world, little one. We have no hand in their future.
"Yet," the Rider whispered.
Yet can be a long time. We are looking at the union of two worlds here, little one. Not two villages. Even if there is a possibility of a union, it's very much similar to a single thread.
What of Sakura? She's my sister, but a ninja. Isn't that reason enough for a union?
Obviously not. Our blood does not run in her veins, but it does in yours.
The young Rider snorted, causing Saphira's gaze on her to intensify. I am not joking, Dragon Rider!
The Rider furrowed her brows at Saphira's words. Saphira hardly called her 'Dragon Rider', but when she did, it was always wise to listen.
You know I know that. Apparently, it's not enough either. The Rider traced the cracks in the ancient window sill. The wood was comforting to her touch, sort of 'earthing' her.
Saphira sighed, wisps of smoke escaping through her deadly sharp teeth. Forget this talk. I have known your father for years. He is right in his own way. A union would throw both worlds off balance. Imagine ninjas in Alagaësia and dwarves in the Ninja World.
The Rider chuckled humourlessly. It's late. Get some rest. It's gonna be a busy day tomorrow.
It always is, little one.
Good night, Saphira.
Good night, Tora