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Chapter 3: Realization of Potential

Naruto laid still, shirtless, leaving his torso bare. His eyes stayed glued to the marks he'd made to his canopy. There was no other person that could have done it but him. He was confused though, these dents fit his fists perfectly, but that would have to mean that he'd dented pure gold. He couldn't believe that he could do something like that in his sleep. Of course though, he was dreaming that he was fighting someone.

Over and over that dream replayed. He was fighting someone and every time it would seem that he was about to win, he'd wake up and find that he was on the floor or upside down on his bed. He couldn't fathom it and once he even decided to ask Grand Maester Pycelle for his own opinion on the matter, only to find him consorting with whores from a pleasure house. The Baratheon had never felt so disgusted before. He couldn't even confide with Joffrey and ask for his help.

Ever since the incident with Joffrey tearing open the pregnant cat, Joff didn't talk to him anymore, ignoring Naruto every chance he got. But now, since Tommen fifth nameday had passed, Joffrey decided to torment their little brother. Naruto couldn't stand it, but what angered him even more, his mother defended Joff and his father simply said that Joffrey was trying to toughen Tommen up to make him a stronger, more resilient man. Naruto of course couldn't see the justification.

Robert clearly cared little for Tommen or his youngest daughter, Myrcella, as shown by how he never tried to defend his children or even try to scold Joff. Naruto clenched his fists and laid his head against his pillow with a glare tightening. His father was a fat drunk that didn't care about his children or his wife; his mother loved to chide and goad on Joffrey, pampering him like a three course meal; if anyone was normal in this little family of his, Myrcella and Tommen were the normal ones.

Suddenly, the door of his room burst open to reveal a Maester, thankfully not the Grand Maester. Naruto didn't recognize this man but he was led in by someone close to him. Naruto's eyes trailed across to see his ever caring uncle; Jaime. The Kingsguard knight entered after the Maester with a small smirk on his face and leaned against the doorframe.

"You know Nephew; that cut you received on your head should be watched over." Jaime said, his smirk dropping.

"I don't know what you're talking about uncle." Naruto trailed his eyes away as the Maester carefully forced his head over.

One of the silent sisters carrying the ointments and medical supplies walked over to the Maester and slowly pulled the different objects from her box. That fall sure did a number on Naruto's skull, having cracked a few parts of it and bruised badly. It was a surprise that the boy had survived this long without falling into a dreamless sleep. The Maester was astounded with Naruto's resilience to the pain though and continued wiping the cleaning ointment over the wound.

How people didn't notice the cut was beyond the Maester. Naruto's cut though, went unsanitized and unaccounted for, for over three years. The Maester was completely appalled by the apparent length and nearly slapped Naruto for avoiding a Maester's help. Naruto of course didn't even realize that it was that bad. It didn't swell and it didn't even bleed that bad. The Maester though had another diagnosis; Naruto's fall had caused a few fractures making the skin push into his head along with the cut itself splitting open to reveal a small part of his skull. The Maester once again was amazed by Naruto's resilience to this pain, much less his ability to not bleed to death.

Naruto stayed silent and let the Maester do his work, continuing to spread the cleansing ointment over the wounded area. Naruto's eyes trailed up to his uncle with a blank look. Jaime was obviously examining him like he always did; always giving him a calculating look. Naruto was used to it, but this time, Jaime's stares were actually getting to him.

"Uncle, what is it?" Naruto asked with a raised brow.

"How in seven hells did you manage to keep a wound hidden for three years?" Jaime asked, finally feeling his curiosity pique.

"Nearly." Naruto corrected. "And, well, nobody asked about it, so I didn't tell."

"If you injure yourself you should tell someone." Jaime said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Does it really matter?" Naruto asked with a raised brow. "I mean, I'm fine as you can see."

"That's not the point, Naruto." Jaime shook his head with an exasperated sigh. "You were hurt and you should have told someone."

"So you expect me to run off to the Maester every time I stub my toe?" Naruto asked; his turn to have the incredulous look. "Do I look like Joffrey to you?"

The two blonds shared a laugh, but the Maester quickly shut them silent, telling them he needed to concentrate. Both Naruto and Jaime gave the Maester quick glances before rolling their eyes; green and blue in perfect sync. Naruto stayed quiet and Jaime stayed at the door and Maester continued what he was doing, but for some strange reason, Naruto couldn't feel what that was.

"Maester, what are you doing, exactly?" Naruto asked.

"What do you mean?" The Maester asked with a dropped jaw. "Can't you feel it?"

"No?" Naruto asked. "Am I supposed to?"

"Of course you are!" The Maester said with a blank look on his face. "I am old, but I distinctly remember not giving you the milk of the poppy."

"Of course you didn't!" Naruto laughed.

Jaime's green eyes narrowed at Naruto. Naruto was always the different one among the children. Naruto was always strange, but this was on a different level. The needles the Maester were using would be enough to scare children Naruto's age three times over; Not only that, but the Maester was stitching Naruto's wound closed and the wound wasn't as small as they'd originally thought. If anything it was twice as large as they'd originally believed it to be.

How did I miss his wound for this long? Jaime chided himself. Naruto's been wounded for THREE years and I just found out about it a week ago? Oh how I'd love to learn to hide pain and wounds that well.

"I'm finished." The Maester sighed in relief and stood from his seat, wiping his hands on a clean, moist towel.

The Silent Sisters bowed their heads respectfully to both Naruto and Jaime before filing from the room. Jaime looked out the window wondering the weather, but he could hear his name getting roared from down the hall. Jaime of course ignored it, thinking that voice belonged to some squire, but whoever was calling him, really wanted him. Jaime didn't recognize the voice so he still wasn't going to acknowledge the source of the voice. But after a few minutes of silence, his voice sounded. It was a gruff voice, a voice filled with pompous, self-righteous, bigotry.

"Kingslayer!" The King's voice echoed down the hall. "Where are you, Kingslayer!"

Naruto's eyes widened in fear and complete disgust when the King's voice echoed into his room. The prince's smile dropped to a simple frown. Jaime took a deep breath and walked over to his nephew giving him a small pat on the shoulder and headed out to save Naruto some shame. The Kingsguard knight arrived from Naruto's room and met the bumbling King who'd clearly stuffed his face before coming to get him. Jaime of course showed no sign of emotion and simply let Robert spill whatever it was he wanted to say

Naruto walked from the castle, ready to take a quick dip into the warm waters of Blackwater Bay. He was whistling the song of House Lannister, The Rains of Castamere, and if he was going to be honest, he was so close to singing it out loud. But of course, the boy didn't really know how to sing, finding fighting and kicking ass more of his forte. If Joffrey wasn't such a shit, Naruto felt that Joff would be a better singer than being a Prince. Maybe the fool should give up his title and hand it over to someone who wants it, like me.

Naruto smirked and headed over to the beach to find Myrcella and Tommen already playing. Their septa was sitting on the side with a watchful eye. Along the rocks and steps leading up the Red Keep, Lannister men-at-arms and Baratheon men-at-arms stood. The Lannister red flowing along the coast while the Baratheon yellow and orange stayed along the Keep. They nodded their heads at him, both Baratheon and Lannister, leaving him with little to worry about.

He hopped off a few of the rocks and barrel rolled over landing next to his favorite siblings. Tommen and Myrcella burst into soft laughter cheering at their elder brother. Their green eyes shimmered with adoration the longer they stared at Naruto. He of course simply ran a hand through his hair, forgetting about the stitching he'd just gotten done. Tommen and Myrcella of course noticed and gasped in fear. They pointed and asked questions, but Naruto simply said that they were too young to remember the incident. They were of course only five and six, respectively.

Naruto smiled when they dropped the question, returning to what they were doing in the first place. The elder brother watched them play with the sand, taking water from the Bay and mixing it together to make solid shapes. A small smile grew on his face when he realized that the two children were trying to build the Red Keep out of sand. The detail was missing, but what would one expect from children. Naruto smirked and reached forward helping his little siblings in whatever way he can. But just as time seemed to be as peaceful as ever, the darkness had to arrive and ruin it all.

Their castle was kicked apart, by none other than their annoying eldest brother, Joffrey. He had a scowl on his face and behind him, Sandor "The Hound" Clegane stood like the watchdog he was purported to be. Sandor watched with a blank expression on his face, not caring in the slightest since he was the little shit's sworn shield. Joffrey continued stomping his feet through the sand castle all the while belittling both Tommen and Myrcella.

But he turned his eyes to face Naruto and saved his best insults for him. If Naruto were any other person, those insults would have wounded him and under those circumstances, would have made him burst into tears. But for some strange reason, he wasn't affected. He stared at Joffrey with a glare marring his face. His blue eyes glowered with a shimmering hatred deep within. Naruto shot up with his fist and smacked Joffrey across the face, sending him into the water of the Bay.

With a great splash, Myrcella and Tommen broke out into cheers. But Joffrey broke through the waters with an appalled look on his face and pointed at Naruto with an aghast expression. He screamed incoherently, somehow finding it hard to piece his parts of speech together. The Hound though, understood the Prince perfectly and headed over to Tommen and Myrcella. The large man picked the two up by the scruff of their collars, bringing them to tears and fits of fearful screams.

Naruto looked to Joffrey to see him with a victorious smirk spread across his face. But Naruto knew better; this was to spite them and him; this was just something for him to channel his anger. Well, Naruto felt that two could play this game and ran up to The Hound, kicking the large man's knee. Sandor released his grip of Tommen and Myrcella, but he was quickly replied with the back hand of Sandor Clegane. Naruto took air and flew into one of the wooden beams of the pier, smashing his head against it once more.

Joffrey waded from the water and congratulated The Hound for his work and for once called him by his name. Tommen and Myrcella were about to run back to Naruto, but the giant of a man stood watch, blocking their elder brother from view. What the two attackers didn't realize, Naruto was starting to move already. His cut had torn right open and blood was coursing down the side of his head and his forehead. The Hound stared at Naruto for a moment and felt his body freeze. Naruto's arms and legs were covered in a strange blue fire, almost like an aura, and for some strange reason, Joffrey couldn't see it.

Naruto rushed forward and shot his fist forward, digging it into the stunned Clegane's plate armor. Joffrey was about to laugh, finding his brother's attack futile, but was quickly denied the satisfaction. The plate dented, the sand beneath them dented and it wasn't long before Naruto shot the towering man back into the sea wall and sending Joffrey out into the bay, a small blue trail of dust and smoke in their wake. Naruto was panting and stood hunched as blue wisps of energy began to flow off of his arms and legs. The boy's hair was covering his face from view, but to the younger pair present, he was having a hard time breathing.

The Septa finally snapped from her stupor and ran screaming for help. The Lannister guards and Baratheon guards had finally decided to leave their posts and see what the scuffle was about. Naruto shook his head realizing that Joffrey probably had a hand in their delay. The boy was shaking as his body began to rise in temperature, almost as if his body was on fire. All over, he felt his muscles burn and his bones ache to the point of shattering. His arms shook and his legs wobbled. Just as his consciousness waned, his balance was no different.

Before his vision went black, all he could see was a small light at the end of his tunnel vision. He couldn't forget the image; it was so strange to him.

It wasn't the seven pointed star of the new gods nor was it a weirwood tree of the old gods, but rather it was speaking to him, and the voice it held was deep and powerful.

It was a heart; a red heart on fire.

I swear, if no one got what the ending meant, I will have to ask you to watch Game of Thrones season 2-4

Or even better, read the books

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