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A New Game

Chapter Two: Firebreaker

"This is the legendary King's Landing, eh? The seat of power from which the King of The Andals rules? It smells like a massive sewage pit."

Being Naruto's first and only visit to the supposed illustrious city, he was far from impressed with it at a glance. King's Landing or not, this was a place that left much to be desired in his opinion. When he first picked up on the stench of filth miles back he assumed it was some form of dead animal that was decomposing too close to the main road. But then he got closer to the city on Blackwater and with the proximity came a stronger toxicity that infested the once decent air. There was a moment in time where he thought he'd actually choke on the barely passable air that flooded his lungs.

His first delve into the city happened to coincide with the all-encompassing embrace of the night sky. Stars and the moon dotted an otherwise dark sky, celestial beacons that were omniscient to things unlike the people of the city. It was the stars that saw Naruto scale the wall. It was stars that revealed a blonde haired, whiskered man's infiltration, not the eyes of people.

"If you can get your nose past the smell, this place certainly does live up to the billing when it comes to things like size and structures. I wonder what people do around here for fun when they run out of money to spend on whores and booze?" Naruto was far enough back from the rest of the city that he could see that there wasn't a lot in the way of space for recreational activities- at least not healthy ones. He wasn't particularly qualified to speak on things like poisons or drugs. That wasn't his forte, not in the slightest.

Naruto didn't know how many people called this place their home but based solely on the elaborate, iconic structures that cast a shadow over everything else, Naruto assumed this was a place deserving of being called the world's greatest city. And as of now, there weren't any screams or flames that would indicate the Lannisters pouncing on Aerys II and his Iron Throne. There was a general uproar of sound that droned on constantly from what he assumed was a slum however.

"You'd think that the world's greatest city would be more readily guarded. Then again, I'd also think that the man who calls himself King would have the mental capability to know that burning people alive at the pyres is insane." Naruto paused here and took a moment to pay a glance at the man lying bled dry near his feet. This man wore the Kingsguard white and was the only unfortunate soul to wander close enough to potentially discover the sneaky blonde. "What do you think about our Mad King, friend?"

The masterful assassin waited patiently for a response like any reasonable person would. He remained calm and silent until a gentle whisper of wind whistled along the wall. Like the wind's song was a response, he nodded his head emphatically. "I know what you mean. You'd think someone like Aerys II would slip onto something sharp when there was a man like Rhaegar next in line for succession."

If there had been anyone around who was able to listen in on the young man's playful conversation with the wind then they'd no doubt call him insane- or they'd be amused enough to join in on the conversation. Thankfully such an examination of Naruto's behavior wouldn't be performed at this time and he was free to proceed as he wished. "Well, down I go!"

Settling in a deep crouch, he hopped down off the wall. His figure was lost in the darkness of the night until he landed on the ground. Now that his feet were planted back on solid ground, Naruto swept his gaze around and found his view had been reduced harshly from the one he had on the wall. Ground level or not, he could still see key spots like the Sept but from here on out he'd be working on feel.

He was low enough on the ground that the scent of the city wasn't nearly as overpowering as it was when he was up above the city. Here on the streets, he could smell things like steel and blood rushing for his nostrils. When that was piled onto the existing smells in his nose it was like breathing in a smog that never went away. It was a stench that would take even him some time to get used to. "Before I get used to anything I need a place where I can lay low."

A walk through Flea Bottom should have been a cakewalk for someone like Naruto. Yet it took him much longer than one might have expected. His reason for being so delayed was because he needed to dodge all of the requests for money from the poor people in the Bottom. He really wanted to hand out a few gold dragons but he knew that was something he couldn't do. If word got out that some mysterious man showed up and started to provide for the poor it would bring down too much attention. For the time being, he needed to sit back and observe what happened in King's Landing.

Once he was finally through the impoverished area of the city, Naruto was presented with a number of apparent choices as to where he could advance to next.

On one side there were the important sounding roads of Kings, Gold, and Sisters

Then there were the more simple sounding streets which included Flour, Silk, Steel, and Seeds.

Since he was on the hunt for a place to sleep tonight, it made the most sense in Naruto's mind to pick the place that sounded the most comfortable. It was this logic that led him to pick the Silkroad. His was a choice he felt comfortable with as he stepped down his chosen path with a poise that was natural to the young warrior. He wasn't even shaken when he realized that he was surrounded on both sides by columns of...

Brothels

On both sides of the road stood parallel, unbroken lines of brothels or pleasure houses. If he was of lesser experience to these kinds of things then Naruto might have been mortified by his new locale but that wasn't the kind of man that Naruto was. To help him better disregard the sounds leaking out of the buildings he turned to his thoughts. 'Okay, so it turned out that my initial choice was an… interesting one. I should probably turn around and ask for directions this time.'

He was a moment from doing just that when there was an unforeseen weight latching onto his arm. Somehow they had managed to get a solid grasp of his covered arm and were able to press two soft mounds against his bicep. "Hello my Lord~ What has you wandering the streets at this time of night?"

If he was in the middle of a smaller city with a lesser population then Naruto would have at least attempted to wring the woman from his arm. But this wasn't some simple village, this was King's Landing and every action had merit. He needed to play into the contact created by this whore who was looking for a client or else he'd raise poorly timed suspicions. "Hello, I'm just looking for a warm bed that I can spend my night in, nothing too elaborate I'm afraid."

Settling for his most charming look, he made his mouth gently curl into a serviceable smile that was more than enough to make the young woman hanging off his arm blush… but the genuineness of her response was questionable. He also made note that she proceeded to clutch his arm tighter into the shabby blouse that was strained by her average bust. "Allow me to be of service then. You can take me and my bed~"

He was torn between being entertained and irritated by how insistent this woman was on getting into his pants. Instead of being offended as most uptight people would be, Naruto decided to continue on with this song and dance. Naruto did have to give her credit for the quality of her bedroom voice internally. It wasn't working on him now that he knew it was coming but her first whisper paid off in the form of a shudder that traveled the length of his spine.

Trying his best to portray a sense of guilt that he didn't genuinely feel, he favored her with a smile that was a mash of apologetic and disappointed. "That sounds like an exceptional time but I'm afraid that I don't have the means to win your favor."

Naruto assumed that once she understood or at least thought he was poor this woman working her body for a payday would let him go. As it turned out, that's not what happened to the blonde. Instead, the woman with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes seemed to have other designs for him. "Don't worry my Lord, once we retire to my room I will personally strip you down and hunt for your missing fortune."

Caught off guard by the woman's reply, he was incapable of forming a proper response. Nor was he able to react in time to prevent the woman from literally hauling him into the nearest brothel. From the glimpse he snuck of the building before being pulled into the house of ecstasy, this building was known as The Moaning Minstrel.

Naruto wasn't certain of what to expect from a den of depravity like this so when he wasn't blasted with the reek of sex it was a good enough reason for him to be pleased. However the air was dense with the different spirits being served but that was fine by Naruto.

The dirty blonde around Naruto's age mistook his attention to the building as something else which is why she stepped in to hopefully recover his attention. "There's no reason to worry handsome, the night is winding down. I guarantee no one will interrupt your rest."

"Before that let's swing by the bar and grab a few drinks, yeah?" It wasn't his typical way to spend his time and money but it was the closest thing he was able to latch on to as a distraction. He was glad to see it worked when the employee of the lust house took the bait by guiding him across the floor to the bar.

"Moments ago you were without coin, now you wish to buy drinks? You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, my Lord?" The young woman chimed in with a hum. Her fingers were busied with the task of fiddling with the clasp that kept Naruto's cloak closed as she looked to Naruto for his answer.

"Maybe I wanted a few drinks in you so that you'd be more agreeable to taking a few more of your sisters in sin to bed with us? Can you blame me for that?" If being poor didn't deter her then Naruto counted on the implication that she wasn't good enough for him to do the job. He wasn't serious about the desire to have a personal orgy but if he needed to sound pretentious to get what he wanted then so be it. Words were like weapons, they were only tools for him to employ in ways that earned results.

And curses were words that he chose to bite back when the woman with him flashed a sly smile in his direction. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't against the idea like he counted on her being. "Is that what you desire, my Lord? All you had to do was request more~ I have a few friends that would love to-"

"Shivone dear, would you be a beauty and go help Lei with tonight's recovery? It has been quite the evening."

The new voice to the conversation had a breathy tone that was right at home here on the Street of Silk. The newcomer immediately grasped Naruto and Shivone's attention with their voice alone. Walking towards them was a woman not short on glamour. Her skin didn't have a blemish in sight and her body was a matured one that was only accentuated by a fine, green dress that showed the right amount of skin to be respectable while at the same time tempting those who gazed upon her figure. Her coffee-colored hair fell straight down like a curtain of silk and her green eyes shined like emeralds as they kept centered on Naruto as he studied her in turn.

Unlike Naruto, Shivone knew what this woman's presence meant. It was the reason that she wore a pout as she bowed her head in respect to this newcomer. "As you wish Mistress Marjolaine," The worker sent one more glance at Naruto to find him still gazing at her Mistress as she was forced to walk off.

Naruto would have wandered off too if not for the fact that this new woman seemed bent on speaking to him about who knew what. When Marjolaine finally stopped it was at a respectful distance from him but not far enough to prevent Naruto from smelling the rich aroma lingering on her. Unsure what he should do, Naruto merely offered her a smile that concealed his uncertainty.

His smile was an unintentional signal that motioned Marjolaine to counter with a smile all her own. Hers was a smile that was beautiful and rehearsed. It was a smile that any experienced woman in this field had mastered with a given amount of time. "I see that one of my girls pulled you into our home, Ser."

The blonde subtly checked behind him to verify no one was standing there as he inclined backwards against the lip of the bar that stabilized him eventually. "That she did, she mistook me requiring a bed for something else. Please call me Naruto by the way. I'm no knight."

Bringing up one of her finely manicured hands, the Mistress of the house placed her hand tenderly against her cheek. "Forgive me Naruto, I thought someone with your natural grace must be a knight, a young and handsome one no less~"

With Shivone acting like this he was able to be open with his responses. It was a different story when it came to this woman because Naruto understood that he needed to be cautious around her. There wasn't any doubt that Marjolaine was more than capable of utilizing her body and her wiles to wring out information from men and women alike.

If she could see the grace of a fighter in him from the seven steps that he took, then what else could she figure out given enough time? "No offense taken Lady Marjolaine, it was a simple misunderstanding. Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to find a place to retire for the night."

Naruto ached to move on, to whisk past her and disregard this whole encounter. He was denied the chance to do so when Marjolaine laid her hand on his chest. Placated for the moment, he peered down to her hand before he gazed into the woman's eyes which were just slightly beneath his blue ones. "How about one of the beds here at the Moaning Minstrel, Naruto?"

"Your girls are very beautiful but I'm really only looking for just a bed tonight." He carefully crafted his reply so that he didn't offend the woman who operated the brothel accidentally. It was something he'd done plenty of times in the past with his blunt personality.

Marjolaine took advantage of having a point of contact with Naruto by moving into him so that her ample chest was pressed tightly into his chest. Her elegant hair caressed Naruto's skin as her head moved. She whispered a few words dipped in honey to Naruto. "I wasn't talking about them Naruto. I was talking about my bed~"

Naruto wanted to resist her in the same way he resisted the previous woman's beauty but it was only getting more difficult for the young man to fight against his hormones. One attempt at a time his resistances were being worn down. Her breasts would push against his chest with each breath and her tempting words tickled against his ears each time her mouth opened. "I… I don't think that I can afford or keep up with your level of companionship, but I want to thank you for making me such a generous offer."

Giggling softly at the naivety in the whiskered man's words, her lips nibbled ever so subtly on his ear. Hers was an action that instantly made Naruto's spine stiffen. "There are more ways to pay a debt than with gold. You know that Naruto, right?"

Her insistence that she wasn't looking for the finance of gold or credit genuinely caught Naruto flat-footed. He was surprised enough that not even his quick wit could spare him from the beautiful woman who wasn't keen on hearing the answer of no from him. "I…"

"That settles it! Follow me Naruto, I'll show you to your bed." Only when he was literally dragged behind Marjolaine did Naruto realize that the previously active foyer was now void of everyone but he and Marjolaine. He looked at the woman in a new light, a glance that included the sway of her hips. He was fairly confident that she was the reason the building was cleared out so suddenly.

The blonde assassin was guided past a red silk sheet and along a pair of stairs by the Mistress of the establishment. She didn't say a word and she didn't need to because they arrived at their destination in short order. It was a massive space more than it was a room. The floor layout hinted at this being an entire floor that had its walls knocked down. There were sets of furniture placed strategically in the room which included a sizable bed, a sturdy desk, and white couches which all sat on deep crimson carpeting. A final glimpse exposed a washroom entrance set across from a wall lined with drinks on the opposite end of the room.

Naruto's cerulean pools ceased their inspection when his hostess released his hand. She swayed a few steps further from Naruto before she spun around gracefully to face her guest. She wore a devastatingly sinful smile that fanned something carnal in Naruto. "Is there anything I might do for you, Young Master?"

Her sultry purr was already fuel enough for his lust but add in the fact that she played the role of servitude and Naruto was enthralled. Her emphasizing that she had a mouth-watering, mature figure that any man would want to put his hands on caused Naruto to forget any plans of opposition he might have had previously. All he could do was stare in very attentive silence.

Marjolaine savored the blonde's silence in the same way she'd soak in the sounds of a compliment. With a smirk that'd put a temptress to shame, she nibbled on the edge of her finger while her green eyes followed over his obscured body. "Then allow me to start our night together~"

First, she shifted the left strap from her dress off her shoulder. The verdant gown that she called a dress dipped on that side which exposed a decent portion of her creamy body to Naruto's hungry gaze. The right strap came off just as swiftly and the dress crumbled into a pool of forgotten fabric that swirled around Marjolaine's ankles.

"Do you find me to your liking, Young Master?" Her seductive query came with the very powerful visual distraction of her hands running along her toned stomach. Those hands continued to wander upwards until her fingers were digging ever so slightly into her pair of lavish breasts. Her groping touch showed just how easily her breasts were to shape with a bit of pressure. "Ah!"

His blue eyes were overcome with a covetous haze as they greedily clung to the naked state of Marjolaine's body. He started with her endless legs that went on just long enough to feed into a pair of thighs that were closed only enough to hide her core from him. He saw her hips and how perfect they were for clutching, an idea that left Naruto's fingers twitching as he leered along her toned stomach to where her breasts were still being teased by her nimble fingers.

"Come to me Marjolaine."

The feather soft, slightly staggered moans coming from the Minstrel's Mistress stopped when she caught Naruto's call for her. Beaming, she dropped her hands and began to rub her thighs together at the smoldering look she was receiving from an aroused Naruto. Dark nipples standing proudly on a bed of pale skin, she licked her lips one final time before she slowly stepped forth. "Yes Ser~"

Next Morning

Naruto surprised himself with what he'd done last night. Not only had he fallen to the temptation of a naked Marjolaine but he also indulged in that pleasure for far longer than he expected. Part of him wondered how many hours he spent driving the moans out of Marjolaine's naked, sweaty body.

'From now on I'll be better aware of the dangers that come with beautiful women.' He was just thankful that their encounter was for the mutual enjoyment of another's body and nothing more.

He knew it was healthier for him to squash that line of thought before it got the better of him again, like it did last night. He promptly shook his head in a vigorous attempt to ward off any lingering ideas on that subject. Walking over to a nearby cart, Naruto took a piece of fruit which he then paid for with a piece of gold. As he tore into the fruit with his sharp teeth he also made sure to keep an ear out for anything interesting in the words of the common folk around him.

There was talk about how prices were inflated, how families were faring, and of course, there was a lot of talk regarding the war. Naruto was able to listen in on such conversations much easier because he no longer had his traveling cloak on his person. With his cloak left back at the Moaning Minstrel, he was able to blend in with the peoples of King's Landing much easier.

What was ordinarily underneath his cloak was left out to be viewed. What he wore now was a finished set of black leathers. They provided Naruto with the ideal combination of protection and fluidity. As a fighter trained to be on his toes and think with his instinct, the leather armor he wore was perfect. Just like how the silver buckles were perfect to keep the straps on his shoulders and looped around his sides fastened tight.

Naruto's rundown on what he wore was stopped by a series of hoarse whispers. Anyone else would have missed the sound but Naruto's ears seemed to be drawn to it.

"Hey, have you heard what happened at the gate?"

"No I haven't, what are you going on about this time?"

"It's the main gate, the Kingsguard has blocked up the main gate and when they were doing it they found a body on the wall!"

"Really? Well fuck… you don't think that one of Robert Baratheon's men got in do you? It's about time someone finally kills that maniac-"

"Shut the fuck up! You keep talking like that and you'll get us both burnt at the pyre with that damned Pyromancer's Piss!"

From there the conversation devolved into a mess of paranoia, a symptom of having a rabid king who only trusted Wildfire in power. Naruto ignored the speculation of the body because that was his doing. So alternatively he focused on the idea of the city being put under lockdown. 'This turn of events can be taken one of two ways from the way I see it. One, Aerys II thinks there is a spy in his city and has acted accordingly. I doubt it because them finding the man I left feels more like a coincidence than anything else.'

The other option that came to mind was enough to make the assassin sigh outwardly because of its implications. "Or he knows that the Prince has fallen, The Trident is lost and this is the King's best attempt at a last stand. It's harder to conquer a shutoff city than it is one with its doors wide open after all."

Either way the story went, to borrow a line from the Targaryens, what came next would be something bathed in Fire and Blood. He didn't wish that kind of fate on the innocent people of King's Landing. It was the variety of situation that someone like him excelled in, but ordinary people not so much.

There wasn't a shred of uncertainty in Naruto's mind that King's Landing was in sore need of a new King or Queen, not only for themselves but for all of Westeros. The kingdom simply couldn't stand the weight of debt, fear, and chaos that infected the world as it was now. Perhaps it could have survived years ago but as time went so did Aerys II's mind leaving them with the mayhem they had on their hands now.

"Stop right there!" Normally Naruto was an attentive man but he was so occupied in his thoughts that he failed to notice that someone was shadowing him through his aimless wandering. Thanks to this failure of recognition, he found himself cornered in some alley that was deserted apart from himself and the man barking after him. "I wasn't aware that father was sending someone ahead of time. Turn around so I can see your face."

Now confusion joined in with his annoyance. Naruto turned himself around gradually and he spotted a man waiting for him. This man had golden hair like himself and green eyes. There was a brief expanding from his eyes that told Naruto whoever this was assumed he was someone else up till now. Naruto tipped his head to the side and did his best to keep the awkwardness from leaking out of his throat and into his words. "Do I know you?"

Like someone thawed out of ice, the green-eyed man suddenly gained the ability to move and used it to cough into a hand that was balled up over his mouth. The young man had a head of slightly skewed hair and a clean-shaven face which made his embarrassment even more obvious in Naruto's eyes. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone from my house."

"No worries my man, I've been mistaken more times than I remember and I'm sure this won't be the last time it happens to me." Naruto gave the man a friendly smile that folded his eyes and pushed up the whisker marks ingrained across his cheeks. "So what's your name?"

Slightly surprised that the man across from him wasn't offended, the emerald-eyed blonde offered Naruto a brief smile because that's what his etiquette lessons told him to do. "My name's Jaime Lannister." He made certain his back was upright and his chin was pressing high as he announced himself just like his father drilled into him from a very young age.

Naruto's blue eyes concealed the recognition that came with learning Jaime's family name. His mentioning that his father was sending people also verified what he learned back in the Dorne. It also verified that Jaime knew something was going to occur. What Jaime didn't know was that Naruto knew these things as well, and that's where Naruto had his advantage. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Jaime. I'm Naruto. Say, is that the Kingsguard cloak?"

"It is, I'm a proud White Sword of King Aerys II, King of The Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men."

Even Jaime's best act wasn't enough to dupe Naruto… or anyone smart enough to read a person's countenance for that matter. The blonde with blue eyes could see the fib surface in Jaime's green eyes. Naruto didn't know how important if at all Jaime was in King's Landing… but he didn't need to be aware of any more than what he was seeing to know this man held no love for the King, his King. "Do you mind if I ask you a question, from one man to another?"

The royal knight extended one of his eyebrows before he went on to tell Naruto to ask his question. So Naruto did just that, "Why do you serve that mad man who calls himself the King? He's bringing the Seven Realms to ruin one day at a time. Everyone can see it and I know you can see it as well."

Naruto's question was a treasonous one, of that there was no doubt. Instead of apprehending Naruto as he should have Jaime sighed tiredly. In the time it took to blink, the young man looked like a tired soldier twice his actual age. Moving his hands away from his golden armor, Jaime placed his hand against the side of his temple and gave Naruto a strained look that was dripping with discontent. "This will stay between us?"

Naruto didn't have an interest or any intention in speaking to anyone about anything he knew regarding the storm that to come so it was with a clean conscious that he was able to nod his head.

Jaime looked over his shoulder. It was something that Naruto witnessed a lot of people doing in this breeding ground for fear that was called a city. When Jaime looked back at Naruto his face finally fell into a genuinely made frown. "I do it because I gave my word to serve the King. It's a choice I regret every morning that I wake."

Now it made sense, it was the life of duty that drove Jaime to do the things he did, even though it was a lifestyle that made him miserable. It was a type of life that Naruto knew all too well. It was empathy that controlled Naruto and it was empathy which made the respect he had for Jaime elevate to new levels. "A person's word should be as valuable as gold. I can respect wanting to abide by yours."

The two of them weren't friends or even acquaintances, however when Naruto openly stated he too valued the importance of an oath it felt like a weight was pulled off from Jaime's shoulders. "You and I might be the only two people in all of King's Landing who think so, Naruto."

"You know what they say about great minds!" Naruto's subsequent smirk and nonchalant shrug made a chuckle fester in Jaime before it left him alongside his tension. There was no disputing the conversation hit a lull so Naruto figured it was time to finish it. He reached out and offered his hand to Jamie. "I won't hold you back from doing your knightly duties. It was nice to meet you, Jaime."

The Kingsguard grasped Naruto's hand and gave it a firm shake. The motion of respect caused his white cloak to flutter which drew Jaime's attention down to the leather armor that Naruto wore. It was a piece of the blonde lost in the confusion of mistaken identity, one that Jaime only just recognized he'd been staring at all along. "You wouldn't happen to be a fighter, would you Naruto?"

Laughing along with the shaking of hands, Naruto shook his head no. "If that's what you call a man who learned self-defense to protect himself growing up in Essos?" Naruto's lie came smoothly through the spaces of his teeth, and what an excellent lie it was. There wasn't any hitch or pause and his tan complexion easily fit someone who had the blood of Essos in them. Naruto also figured that Jaime wouldn't be pleased if he knew that twenty of his kin were killed sometime before this conversation of theirs.

"I see… a piece of advice for you then, be careful in this nest of vipers. The coming days for King's Landing will be dangerous for us all."

A Week Later- Red Keep

The Red Keep was constructed to surpass and succeed Aegonfort as the place of power in Westeros. It was and remained to be a magnificent stonework creation that loomed ever vigilant from its place on the southeast corner of King's Landing. It cast a shadow that not only spread over the city but the Blackwater Bay and Narrow Sea too. It was a reminder to all of Westeros where Aegon The Conqueror first landed when he made the maiden voyage from Dragonstone.

The Keep's red brick dominated the skyline and that's precisely what King Aegon dreamed of when he had it built. He wanted people to look up at his great castle and be reminded of the fires that delivered them to heel, the flames from his trio of dragons. When he was King there was no deviating from his plan, he was a ruler that was absolute.

It was inside of the Great Hall in this castle fortress where King Aerys II sat with his small council. They were in the midst of an animated discussion pertaining to what they should do as the world collapsed around them, something that would have never happened during Aegon the Conqueror's kingship. Like most discussions, there were two opinions being argued and no one listening to the other point.

"Who does that fool Baratheon think he is? Does he think he'll get away with killing my son and marching on my city?" The gravel in the man's voice made it crackle as the King all but screamed from his spot on the Iron Throne. "He will pay with his blood!"

A stocky man with a beard fully wrapped around his jaw nodded his head to show that he concurred with the King. Before he said why he agreed with Aerys II, the man gestured to the window on the left side of the Great Hall. "All the more reason to allow Lord Tywin Lannister and his men into the city, my King! With their number we can crush the usurper's forces!" Grand Maester Pycelle said with a nervous twitch that made the multi-link necklace on his chest rattle.

This was when a bald man on the King's left side pushed his way into the conversation, his voice bringing forth his thoughts on the matter. While the King's descent into insanity was undeniable he still held a duty to advise him from foolish actions like what Pycelle suggested, and that's exactly what Varys would do. "My liege, you mustn't open the doors of King's Landing to Tywin Lannister! He's here to take the city from you, the throne! Why else would he be here in the flesh? Why not send a raven to tell us of his arrival?"

It went unnoticed by the King because he was sitting back in the throne with his eyes closed, but Jaime offered his agreement with Varys' reasoning in the form of nodding his head. The grim look on his face told a clear story that he was of the same mind as the Master of Whispers.

"Now is not the time for wild speculation Lord Varys! Lord Tywin served honorably as the Hand until our King decided to move forward with Lord Rossart! He can be trusted! With the men under the Lannister banner we can finally end this rebellion and solidify the King's reign!" Pycelle argued back so vehemently that it was actually enough to make his cheeks color with exertion.

This was an argument that would've continued if not for the King who shouted a demand for silence. "Silence! This is no time for your damned bitching!" Aerys II had a balding head but the few scraggly survivors that remained were gray and greasy like a majority of his poorly kept body. Turning his rabid gaze to his Hand, Aerys II made the silent gesture for the Wisdom to speak his mind.

Lord Hand Rossart, a Wisdom from the Alchemist's Guild was a brilliant scientific mind that was behind the invention of a volatile mixture that rivaled the power of the dragons of old. Wildfire, it was the tool that gave Aerys II the power to reign through fear for as long as he did. It was also the creation of Wildfire that won Rossart the position of Hand away from Tywin Lannister. "Tywin is a schemer… but we can use his men for our own purposes~"

The ugly man's sinister smile and desire to burn found a resonating home on the face of the Mad King. Lifting his gangly, pale hand from the arm of his Iron Throne, the sixteenth monarch made of incest pointed at one of the three guards -not including Jaime- that stood at the peripheral of the room. "You! Bring word that the gates to the city are to be opened!"

But he wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. The crazed King began to squeeze the other arm of his royal chair so tightly that his long, yellow nails chipped under the pressure he exerted.

No one, not Jaime, Varys or Pycelle said a word as Aerys II started to laugh so hard that his laughter actually caused him to wheeze. "The fool will march right to his timely death, a traitor's death in the flames! Rossart go light the Wildfire caches beneath the city! King's Landing will perish in a world of fire but I will return as a dragon made of Wildfire to claim what is mine!" Yes, it was finally time for him to show Tywin Lannister who was truly the most powerful man in Westeros, that damned lion.

Rossart being just as mentally touched as the King saw no problem with the order and bowed his head before he left the throne room to carry out The Plot. Everyone else who had half a mind was frozen by the implications of what a Wildfire bath meant for the city. Half a million people dead, that's what Aerys II and Rossart's plan meant.

'He's going to kill us all!'

'He thinks he can become a dragon?'

'I need to get out of here!'

Those were the thoughts of Jaime, Varys, and Pycelle but only one of them knew they could do something to spare the skins of everyone in the Landing. Jaime reached for the sword sheathed on his hip. His fingers were ready to curl around the hilt when he was stopped short by the King calling on him.

"Boy! You are to bring me your father's head! I have let that traitor plot against me for far too long! I want to see his head brought to me before I am reborn in the beautiful fire!" This was to be his last act before ascending to the skies as a dragon and what a fitting accomplishment it would be.

Jaime desperately wanted to hold to his word and be a loyal member of the Kingsguard. It was his reason for trying to keep the Lannister men out of the city. Yet the climate of the situation demanded that he make a choice, and make it quickly. Should he hold onto his word and sword or should he stop the Mad King from slaughtering 500,000 people?

It wasn't much of a choice to make. Jaime's hand quickly unleashed the blade on his hip which sang upon being released. He pointed his sword at the King, directing it above the two knights who rushed to stand between him and the King of the Seven Realms. Climbing to his feet, Aerys II glared hatefully at his traitorous guard. "I knew it! I knew you were a piece of traitorous spawn like your father! Kill him, kill him now!"

'I have to kill these maniacs fast or else Rossart will turn everything and everyone to ash!' With no time left to think, Jaime fell back onto his training and lunged at the two knights separating him and the mad monarch.

Beneath the Black Cells

The Black Cells existed as the prison ward that lived beneath the Keep to restrain criminals until they were ready to be judged. Admittedly these days there weren't many prisoners in the Cells because Aerys II preferred to see his enemies executed in a soak of Wildfire where he could watch them burn personally.

A shortage of traffic or no, the design of the Cells was as such that the only thing there was to have in abundance was the moisture on the sleek, molding stones. Every cell that spanned this level was cramped together and deep enough in that only the bar-fenced fronts of the cells got any real light from the torches flanking the stairs. There were also torches across from each cell however they were left unlit purposefully so as to mock the people in the cells... when they were there at least.

But there was one layer beneath that, a fourth level.

The fourth level of the Red Keep was so rarely seen or spoken of that many people in the city believed that its existence was not real. They thought it to be a myth meant to instill fear in those that might be tempted to go against the reigning King. This was far from the truth. The fourth level was very much real and its paths were being illuminated one slow-burning torch at a time.

Built deep within the ground where no natural light could hope to penetrate even the torches seemed to be smothered. Their light extended only far enough to reach the next torch but not any further. From a holistic view, it looked like a series of stepping stones made of light that were primed to fade back into the darkness at a moment's notice. The smell of blood was prominent down here but it didn't stop Rossart from marching forward with a deranged smile etched into his face.

Rossart felt right at home in the stagnant darkness of these corridors. His comfort took to his mouth which felt free to babble out the thoughts that passed through that devious brain of his. "The time has finally come! My brilliance will finally be brought to the world stage! The people will know of this day for ages to come, the day where Wildfire purged the world's largest city and killed a King! They will know it was the genius of Rossart who created this new level of destructive genius!"

He strolled past chambers with bloodied stretching tables and clogged flogging tools and he did so while inhaling the stench of stale blood. His upturned smile gave way to an excited giggle that mingled with the soft sound of his feet hitting the ground. He finally saw exactly what he was looking for. He was studying a bright light that leaked from beneath a sealed door.

"Don't worry my children, you'll have your time to shine very soon~" The man cooed at the musky wooden door that he had to unlock one rusted-over padlock at a time. Every turn brought him closer because they dropped a web of chains that hit the ground with a shattering rattle. It was a sound that was nearly orgasmic to the man who practically felt the heat waiting for him on the other side of the door.

"Come to father my children!" The only noise left to compete with his sickening exclamation of glee was the long and creaking sound of the door's ancient hinges coming to life with activity created by Rossart's short, stubby fingers which ushered the door open.

Once the worn slab of wood finally crept open a light that would have blinded most burst forth and welcomed the smiling Rossart. He didn't attempt to shield his eyes or even look away. He stared straight into the embrace of light, mesmerized by the brilliance he perceived within it. He stepped to the closest barrel and picked up one of the numerous Wildfire containers waiting there. "I'm here my children. There's no reason to cry any longer, father is here."

Running his fingers against the smooth surface that contained the green liquid that he could ignite into true Wildfire, Rossart shuddered against the feeling of heat that emanated through the thick glass in his hands. "It's finally time for you to attain your full potential. Your futures will be so bright that they rewrite history."

Rossart brought his hand out of his robes but when he did so it was not with a primer in hand. He was clutching a gnarled dagger that he then spun around and used to stab at the person who was foolish enough to pursue him below the Keep. The alchemist's eyes widened when instead of dying with a dagger in the throat, the person in the shadows took the dagger to his hand with the slightest of grunts.

"I'm actually surprised that you sensed me." An intrigued Naruto said as if he hadn't just been stabbed in the hand by a dagger that caused blood to flow openly from his palm. It by no means felt nice but showing pain wasn't something he was trained to do. The pain was a weakness and weakness was exploitable.

With a snarl on his face, Rossart held onto a pair of eyes that glimmered spitefully in the light that was generated by the Wildfire caches littered about the storeroom. "My children told me you were coming." What he meant by this was that Naruto's shadow had taken some of the Wildfire light and that's what alerted the Wisdom to the assassin's presence behind him.

"Those aren't children, not by a long shot. At best they are abominations that know no mercy." The whiskered blonde remarked with a definite frown on his face. It should have been obvious since it was this brain that made Wildfire but to hear how deep the insanity ran first hand caused Naruto to be overcome with unease. He wasn't tense because he was afraid of Rossart physically. He was tense because this man would remain dangerous for as long as he drew breath. Rossart needed to die, and die today.

"HOW DARE YOU! WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT GENIUS!?" The maniac's horrific howl bounced off the barren stone surfaces. The echoes of his voice layered on levels of loathing, all of it being directed at Naruto. Tightening his fingers around the globe of Wildfire, he launched it right at Naruto's face. The blonde was quick to evade the glass and let it shatter against the wall behind him.

There were pieces of glass soaking in a glowing green liquid that splashed down the grooves in the brick wall but Naruto emerged from it unscathed. When he saw this Rossart tried to shove his dagger clean through Naruto's hand but he didn't get far in his endeavor. All it took was one headbutt from Naruto to break Rossart's nose. Not only did he break Rossart's nose but he also sent the alchemist stumbling back with tears in his eyes. He went far enough back that he actually knocked over another stack of Wildfire boxes.

The crash of the boxes was followed in short order by the meaty thud of Rossart hitting the ground. It took him a moment to do so but when he realized what had happened he threw himself towards the spread out bottles of glass. He tried his best to keep all the Wildfire in a single, controlled space. "No! No! No! NO! Don't break, it will be okay, I'm here for you my children, you're safe." The maniac made his promise to the Wildfire that had a few cracks in their containers from the way that they hit the ground.

As he stood there and watched a man care about a substance more than he did his own bleeding body, the assassin realized that danger really came in all forms. It was reinforced in his mind that weapons weren't as dangerous as they were made out to be. It was the minds behind the weapons that made weapons dangerous.

"You'd dare to harm my precious children? They will have their revenge! You will be the first to taste their fiery fury!" Not deterred by the fact it didn't work earlier, Rossart hurled another container of Wildfire at Naruto's head. This time instead of dodging the projectile Naruto caught it with one hand. Now armed with his own bit of Wildfire, Naruto began to inspect the sloshing liquid within the glass.

"What do we have here?"

"Take your sullied hands off of that!" This scream was one different from the other screams cause this time around his voice was held by a growing sense of fear. Now if this was fear for himself or for the fire he had thought of as a child was another point altogether.

Naruto outright ignored what the bleeding alchemist had to say. He skimmed his thumb underneath the rim of the cork and popped off the stopper which opened the glass container with a hollow sound. Curiosity got the better of Naruto and he leaned in to take a sniff of the vibrant substance. The smell of it was powerful enough that one whiff was enough to make Naruto recoil back, and that was probably for the best since he already felt his nostrils beginning to burn.

Torn between reaching for the one that Naruto held in his hand and the nine on the floor behind him, Rossart's entire body was shaking with a twisted kind of longing that certainly didn't belong attached to an inanimate object. He couldn't leave the rest of his children unattended so the best he could do was reach at the blonde with his stubby fingers which were burnt black from the failed attempts to master his craft. "No! Don't you violate the purity of the flames with your filth!"

"Alright, that's enough out of you." The assassin sent the alchemist skidding backward with a single kick to the chest. His kick shot the bottles scattered around Rossart's body in every direction while the man's body went backward. The only reason that Rossart stopped was because his back and the back of his head crashed into a stack of boxes that buckled when he slammed into them.

Rossart was already suffering through a broken, bleeding nose but if that wasn't enough to do the deed then hitting his head a second time in short order certainly would leave the older of the two men with some level of concussion. Taking advantage of the way that Rossart slid to the ground, Naruto planted his foot on Rossart's chest and held him down on his back. "I have an idea," Naruto spoke with a smirk, one that was illuminated ominously by the Wildfire globe in his nearby hand.

Looking past the glazed, absent look in Rossart's eyes, Naruto crouched down low. He replaced his foot with his knee and brought the Wildfire down near the Lord Hand's face. "If you care for this stuff so dearly then it's only right you be one with it." There was a distinct lack of mercy from Naruto as he tipped the glass container and began to pour the vibrant liquid into Rossart's open mouth.

It took two seconds if that for Rossart's tongue to burn and a second more than that before the alchemist began to flail from the body-shaking pain. If the liquid wasn't so damn painful then Rossart might have been able to push Naruto off but he was so ensnared by the misery of ingesting the Wildfire that all he was able to do was blindly spasm.

The sound of his retching nor the burning stench of flesh prevented Naruto from fully turning over the last of the Wildfire. Now that the jar was devoid of its substance he was able to take a step back and take a lasting look at the effects.

Rossart had since slowed the number of times he twitched but he didn't need to to be fully still for the damages to be seen. His lips were burnt down to the point that Naruto was able to look into the man's mouth past his charred gums and melted down teeth. Rossart's tongue which got the highest dose of Wildfire showed the consequences of that. He didn't have a tongue any longer but in its place was a smoldering, black clump.

His deformities weren't limited to his mouth. The damage dealt went much further through the now corpse. Black spots and burst bubbles of boiled flesh dueled for dominance along Rossart's throat in one cruel contest that left a number of pits on him. The holes gave Naruto a deeper view of Rossart than he wanted. In fact, a number of the holes in his neck were trickling with Wildfire that didn't quite make it all the way down the alchemist's frame.

"I'd take a look at your stomach, but I really don't what to see what the rest of you looks like. Enjoy resting with your precious Wildfire until someone finds your body… if someone finds it." With nothing more to do, he walked out of the room with his hands in his pockets. He kicked the door closed behind him and only when he heard the door shut did Naruto allow himself a second to grin.

Maneuvering himself through a number of weaving hallways and then up a number of required stairs, the blonde was given lots of time to come to terms with what he'd done. "Heh. It's not often that anyone has the chance to save so many people. No one will know that it was me but it still feels good."

"It's the Lannisters! They are sacking the city! What do we do?"

"I don't fucking know! Get to the King, we have to keep Lord Aerys II safe!"

Their cries of panic may as well have been an alarm blaring through Naruto's senses.

He kept his ear out for any sign of lingering knights but found none in the immediate vicinity. Once he was convinced he was safe to do so, Naruto moved out of the Red Keep dungeons and out into the courtyard of the castle. He turned his head up to look into the gray, cloudy sky that hid the sun fully. "I smell fire and smoke, and not the Wildfire variety of fire."

Slapping his face to refocus himself, there was a moist slap that genuinely surprised Naruto. He peeled his hand back from his whiskered cheek and that's when he saw the blood. It was blood that was both fresh and dried. This and the hole in his hand reminded Naruto that he indeed had been stabbed by Rossart. "I better fix that."

Shutting his eyes down tightly enough that the rest of his face scrunched up on itself, there was a brief hiss that followed which made Naruto open his eyes- eyes that were flickering to blue. He saw that the incision was now sealed back up, gone as if it had never been there. Nodding in satisfaction, the assassin raced further into the castle grounds to see exactly what was going on.

END

Writer's Note: First off, I want to thank everyone who read, reviewed, favorited and followed me and this story after Chapter One. It had been so long since I put anything out there for others to read that I wasn't expecting much. In fact, I wasn't sure how it would go at all since I've never written for Naruto + Game of Thrones. You guys and gals blew it out of the water with all the support and I'll be thankful for that. That's enough of the sappy stuff.

I wanted to touch on one thing directly and that was the scene in the brothel. I think and always have thought that the bedroom is a very dangerous place in Game of Thrones. So much can come together or fall apart in a bedroom and I think that gets overlooked when things like dragons and magic come into the picture. This was my attempt to remind not only you guys and gals but myself of that.

Next chapter Elia comes into the picture which means Naruto's going to confront The Mountain That Rides! Till then!