Hey, guys! So with all the NarutoxFire Emblem crossover stories I found, they were really much of a rarity. Only about 49 or so from K to M rating in total?
Well, here is another one just to add it to the small list.
From all I read so far, they really focused on our favorite blonde title character, Naruto. I was thinking "Why him? Why only him? Why not ever of the other characters from the show?" One thing led to another, and then I realized that Sasuke after the Fourth War traveling across the world would be a perfect fit to both without breaking continuity in the former. So here it is, no Naruto in Fire Emblem. This is possibly going to be the first: Sasuke in Fire Emblem. Because he frankly needs more love and we focus way too much on the title character that has been shot through multiple fandoms and it's all about him.
This is the end result of seeing way too many crossover stories with Naruto and Naruto being in each and every single one of them. Sasuke deserves love, and I'm sure as hell giving him one.
Let's begin.
Genre: Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, Action, Family, Fantasy
Rating: M (for blood and gore, mentions of character deaths, and sexual content)
Summary: A country wrought and destroyed by an entity of ancient times. Children of an army trying to survive against the entity, moving daily in fear, not knowing whether they will live today, die today, or see a friend die today or tomorrow. An avenger traveling to seek redemption for his sins discovers the children, vowing to protect and train them. This is the first in the tales of Sasuke Uchiha's travels after the Fourth Ninja War, written in Awakening
Eyes that have seen so much during the course of their lifetime. Eyes that have seen friends and enemies alike. Eyes that have been used to destroy, crush, and annihilate. Eyes that have seen suffering, caused suffering, and known suffering. It was all of this, and more.
Those were the eyes of a man. Who belonged to a man. A man who was once, a long time ago, an angry boy with an aspiration-a dream-to kill his older brother. That boy was a ninja in training. In a team, he was paired with a blonde sky eyed boy who was an idiot, was the worst student in their ninja training academy, or rather, school. It was both an insult and a fact. But that boy was also his best friend; who he considered a brother. Though he would never admit it during that time, because he was too into his own pride, his arrogance. His faults prevented him from ever communicating amiably back then in his lifetime, and therefore, they were rivals. Yet they were also friends. The boy never knew his parents, not until late into a war cooked up by a psychopath ancestor of his clan that wanted to destroy the entire world. The man who was once a boy was friends with the blonde boy, because both of them did not have a family. The blonde: loud, boisterous, and cheerful. And himself: cold, sullen, and quiet. They both became strong, training and completing missions with each other. And they grew closer; the blonde claimed they had a bond.
And he was also paired with a pink haired, green eyed girl who he thought was annoying and talentless, who would never amount to anything. The academy that she was in his class. She got the best grades; was a bookworm. She had an affinity in Genjutsu, though during that time he didn't know whether that merited anything or amounted to. He didn't know until later that she trained under a legendary ninja, one of the three Sannin growing in beauty and strength. He had no doubt that a punch from her could completely knock any lesser foe out cold or crack and break a few ribs from him. But she was once annoying and a nuisance, who kept chasing after him, even as he tried to kill her once, even as he pushed her away, even as she proclaimed that she loved him.
He didn't want them as his team from the beginning. He didn't want a team. Yet despite his objections, they were never voiced. He didn't want to voice them. Their teacher-also affectionately called Sensei-was a grey haired man. His headband was pulled down from one side, slanted, to cover his left eye, which would later be revealed to have his clan's famous ocular and one of the three legendary ocular eyes. His other eye wasn't covered, and what from the blonde idiot said, looked like a cyclops. Their teacher also had a notorious reputation to be late; as they discovered later, as when he arrived hours later, his teammates would scream that he was late. Their teacher would reply with a blatant lie ranging from many topics; he remembered the first one being a black cat crossed his path, a sign of bad luck, which meant he had no other option but to take a long way, which led to even more enraged cries from the two, denouncing him as a liar. He was also annoyed; their teacher was a lazy man who couldn't bother to try and come on time. Yet he didn't scream. He was quiet, and only voiced his own complaints of their teacher in his head. He only shot narrowed eyed glares at their teacher.
They were all a team. He, the blonde boy, the pink haired girl, and their teacher. They were called Team 7 by their teacher in the academy. They went on many missions. He remembered one being when they escorted and protected an actress of status from a movie with his teammates over a white covered land of snow. Mountains of white snow adorned the land; a blank slate of nothing and heaps of white nothing covering the landscape and a scream of action from the producers. The Land of Snow, it was called. The mission was not their first, but it was something the man could recall over the many other they completed from the village. It was indeed memorable.
That was a time where he enjoyed and had fun with his team. The team that became a second family to him. The blonde boy: his best friend, and a brother. The pink haired girl: an annoying girl that he felt was like a little sister that kept pestering him. And their teacher, who kept arriving late. Though for all that he felt towards them, he would never admit it.
His first was killed by his brother; his mother and father lying and soaking in a pool of their own blood, piled onto each other like chunks of peat, and he hated his brother. He was not family. He did not consider the murderer of his clan, his brother, to be his blood. That man lost any right to bear his resemblance or affiliation to him. So he had no family. Except for his team.
The brother who murdered his family and kin, his kin in their clan, leaving him the only sole survivor. He was a boy who left his home in order to obtain his goal of killing his brother. So he did. One evening, he packed up many essential items in week's worth and began to make a trek out the village. With promised power, he left his home, breaking the bond of his team in order to reach the power he desired. The blonde boy chased after him in order to bring him back, failing entirely. They fought, ending with the blonde knocked out cold. The man who was a boy left his former friend there, leaving him unconscious and bloody and beaten.
Years later, a young man who was much stronger, training under another of the Sannin; the man who promised him power so tempting. The Sannin was a traitor to the home village he was in, but so was he, for he had left his home in order to gain power. He became a traitor of his home in order to kill his brother because his brother was pure evil incarnate. He murdered children, elderly, and innocent people. At the time, he believed that his brother was pure evil; he needed to be stopped, his reign of terror and horrible deeds all would be brought to justice by his blade and only his blade, for he had wielded a sword. A sword of the Sannin he trained under.
Even then, he was never strong enough. He tamed the lightning element; it was his specialty along with the blaze of the fire element, and even then it wasn't enough. He molded his signature techniques into various and unique shapes and ways. Even with all his training, he knew he would still not beat his brother the way he was now, so he needed backup; allies of various sorts. He had three others; a sharp fanged man with the element of water; his hair the same blue but lighter. He could form his body into the oceans, and it was his own specialty. He also wielded a large sword; a sword of the first enemy the man and his former team fought against years ago. Now that enemy long ago was deceased.
Another man, with his hair of orange, and he was violent. When they first met, the man was a crazed screaming lunatic; he screamed profanity and curses at him. He was a deranged man who could not be calmed down, but he managed to do it. As a result, his other side, the side that held no violence, was a gentle but kind man; a beast tamed. His ability at the time was similar to his own, for the Sannin had placed a mark on him and his ally. Their skin turned into a grey. While the man grew wings, rough jagged appendages that formed out of his back as a result of the Sannin's mark and his hair grew longer, turning into a cobalt blue.. A side effect, and yet he and his ally were victims of a mark the Sannin placed upon them, his ally grew appendages; jagged and rough extensions out of his arm and his violent persona returned anew, ready to crush any enemy under his heel. A powerful ally, indeed. And very loyal.
His last ally was a girl with flaming red hair and glasses on her face. He briefly recalled her in an exam he and his former team had to take to become Chunin, the next rank after Genin long ago. The Chunin exams, it was titled. He remembered that she had the unique ability to heal by feeding people her energy-chakra. By letting those wounded bite her flesh, they were able to regenerate and heal from grievous wounds. In a sense, a medic. He discovered later that she was part of a clan believed to be extinct, sharing the same last name as his former blonde teammate. They had a relation he nor the blonde knew until later.
The man reminisces it over these events; the past of his involvement. He watches the crackling flame he made that smoldered and licked at nothing. Forming under a bundle of twigs and sticks, the flame fluctuated intensely.
Adjusting his gaze, he turns it up to the pitch night sky; his right eye was the same gaze of coal black. His left was something abnormal. It was entirely purple; ripples that formed in a circle, and from the ripples were many miniature tomoe, comma like markings. By standards, the eye would seem fake, but it was not. The power the eye granted him allowed him to perform many feats and abilities.
He stares up at the shimmering stars, the only small distant beacons of light from the void. His two teams from his past forms in his head, and he pushed them aside for the time being.
His home village had granted him his request. Along with the other villages, who he knew still had distrust and wariness over him, because he had become a criminal across the world, catching the attention of the other villages. The result of his treason and crimes was a punishment that remained in prison for life. It would have been his fitting punishment and it would have remained that way.
If not for the blonde boy that was his friend.
The blonde boy pleaded for the case of the man. The blonde boy argued and pleaded for over him over the conferences with their home and the other villages for his trial. At times, the man didn't understand why. Why was the blonde boy doing this?
Because I'm your friend.
That was the answer the blonde would give if he was currently beside him right now, as they both would be awake, sleep not afflicting them. That was the answer the boy would and always give, as they would lie awake at night, staring at the dark sky affiliated with night.
And yet he didn't understand it. He didn't understand why the blonde would do this for him, would go this far for him.
With his new lack of understanding, did he forget love? Did the meaning of love no longer have any form of way to be discovered to him simply because he lacked it?
No. His pink haired former teammate claimed her love for him, and the blonde claimed that he was his friend. A form of love that came in being friends. He himself had loved. Loved his father, his mother, and his brother before the tragedy. After his brother slaughtered his kin and family, leaving him the only survivor, he believed love was a painful, foolish emotion and nothing good came out of it. Because those you love would eventually betray you in the worst way possible. His brother was an example and product of that. So he cut himself off to others. Yet even as he did, his first team had showed him love, wormed their ways through his heart after the meaning of love became lost to him from that time.
At the time when he was in the academy of the village, he remained distant. Yet the blonde boy, who was obnoxious, cocky, and a nuisance just like the pink haired girl teammate of theirs was pestering him. He shouted his dream to become the leader of their village: the Hokage. He claimed he would surpass all previous leaders. Both in their class and their assigned teams when their teacher asked them to introduce themselves. The boy was a talentless loser, yet even he rose above all expectations and obstacles, becoming a force to be reckoned with. He became so strong that the man was jealous of his blonde friend's strength. They fought alongside and against each other; fulfilling roles of friends and enemies.
He had also known hate.
Hate towards his brother and towards the village he grew up in. And even the entire world at some point.
Foolish little brother, you aren't even worth killing. Live your entire life hating me and only with hatred. Cling to it running like a coward!
It's just as you said, brother. I've fostered my hatred for you my entire life up to this very moment for one thing, and one thing only!
Uchiha Itachi! Murderer of my clan and my family, prepare to die!
They're all laughing! Every single one of them! Laughing… because they don't understand! But I'll change it! I'll change that laughter into nothing but shrieks and wails of agony! I'll make them-the entire village-taste the suffering just as my clan and family had!
You understood how he lived, right? To me, he was the true Hokage of the village, fostering and taking in all the hatred of the world, protecting the Leaf village from the shadows. That is the Hokage I'll become. And I'll make a revolution!
He had lived his entire life, hating and wanting to be hated.
A rumble echoed from above. The man blinks his gaze up at the skies above. Clouds; faded and heavy rumbled. Thick wispy things of climate formed into one blanket and then the night sky above was covered in the rumbling climate. Drops of water came down to the landscape below, invading and cascading.
It was beginning to rain. He should turn in for the night. He creeps inside the tent he built upon hours earlier; the small shelter of his, leaving the fire in its spot. The fire made by him would be put out by the oncoming rain. No need to extinguish it himself.
The morning of the next day came in chirping from the birds and crows outside. The man blinks away sleep and fatigue from his eyes. Pushing the small blanket off of him, he creeps out of his small abode, looking up at the sky above. The clear cerulean void greets his eyes, and there are still droplets of rain from the day before. He deduced it stopped raining at some point in the night while he was asleep. From the tree's stalky limbs were the birds to wake and signal him up in the morning.
He returns briefly to retrieve his cloak that sat aside from his small bed, putting it on. The sword in its sheath from the Sannin who trained him sat from the other side of his bed. Years of familiarity with the weapon of his didn't dissuade him in or ever forgo using it. It was both helpful in defending himself and, his mood darkened in guilt, regret, and anger, in killing. He slaughtered many with the blade of his. He even threatened his best friend with it, attempting to stab him through if not for the pale skinned boy he remembered, grabbing his wrist tightly, preventing him from skewering his former friend. He remembers commenting on the boy to be his replacement.
And I suppose he's my replacement?
An empty drawl by him, glancing down at the pale skinned boy, his expression flat and smooth as his hair; black ash and completely neutral, devoid.
What kind of Hokage I would be if I can't even save a single friend? Can you tell me that?
His blonde sky eyed friend. Not even looking at him or merely bats an eye in his direction. He is staring above at something, but answering his question from earlier. Something about their dreams. The man's arm is draped around his friend's shoulder.
You're only alive and the only reason why was because I spared you on a whim that day.
A threat by him earlier as he stands on a vantage point from above, looking down at his former friends. Their fight from many years earlier. Thunderclouds booming. A storm. Hair and clothes drenched entirely. He is staring at the unconscious form of his blonde friend. Regret. So much regret.
He pushes the thought aside, burying the regret into nothing but the recesses and grinding it into dust. There was nothing for him to regret if there was no way to take it all back and the event of it already entirely happened. The guilt and regret ebbs away, leaving a bitter feeling that doesn't last long either.
He focuses on the task on hand.
Within minutes, he began to pack up, and within minutes, all traces of his camp area were gone, save for the fire he made the day before, which were nothing more than burnt twigs, remnants of bits and ashes. He would hunt for breakfast, but not before he made his way down first. He wanted to travel his way down the path before he hunted for food.
And that's the beginning. Please tell me your thoughts. What you liked, disliked, or what you thought in particular.
If you guys are wondering about my Fates: Revelations story, here's I'm going about doing this and Fates: Rev: I'm going to update Fates: Rev first whenever possible, but since this new story of mine has consistently shorter chapters, there is a possibility this gets updated first before I ever turn my attention back on Fates: Revelations.