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Chapter 12: Selmy and Tyrell

Naruto shot his arm forward. In the Royal Box, Myrcella and Tommen were crying out their brother's name, cheering him on. Sansa rose to her feet, a bright blush on her face, her hands clasped together. She was shaking in her seat the entire time. She didn't care if Naruto won at this point; all she cared about was his safety. She looked over to Cersei, seeing her look of deep worry spread across her face as well. The Queen, while having a definite better understanding of the joust, wasn't all too happy with Roberts blatant disregard for her sons life, especially after the accident with Jaime. Cersei wanted to see her brother, but no one was allowing anyone but silent sisters and Grand Maester Pycelle.

Cersei watched with utter fear. Naruto was closing in but so was his opponent. They were near, their lances nearly clashing like swords. But Cersei felt her lips tug. A loud pound followed by a hailstorm of splinters and wood brought forth the victory that Cersei hoped for. The knight was sent flying back, dust in his wake and a giant dent in his breastplate. The knight collided with the ground in a painful heap, groaning in pain, blood sputtering from his mouth. Naruto pulled on the reins and raised the remainder of his lance to the air, giving Sansa the biggest smile possible. It was then that Sansa saw it.

The ribbon, the bright red and white ribbon, was wrapped tightly to the base of his lance; waving in the wind, giving him a heroic hue. The sun glinted off of his armor, shining for all to see. Sansa shot to her feet, clapping, screaming out Naruto's name, her blush never leaving her face. The Prince bowed his head and his visor, untying the ribbon and wrapping around another lance. Bran disposed of the half-lance in the best way he could; he tossed it away, no location really decided. The Stark handed Naruto the lance and gave him a nod of good luck. So far, Naruto has been unstoppable.

He unhorsed Ser Andar Royce after a single tilt; unhorsed Lord Bryce Caron; unhorsed Ser Hugh of the Vale; unhorsed Ser Balon Swann; unhorsed Ser Brynden Oakheart; unhorsed Ser Adien Hunt; and now, the boy was beginning to intimidate many of the knights. Robert was excited beyond belief. To see his son defeat six knights in a row, all in the first tilts, was beyond what he could have imagined. Naruto was rousing the crowd, with everyone loving his showmanship. Better yet, Naruto learned that Jaime had been transferred from the simple tent to the healing house in the Great Sept of Baelor, but he is expected to live with little to no change in physical strength or appearance.

Robert gave his son a look and stood to his feet, calming the cheering people and their cries of adoration. The semi-finals were to begin.

"These recent jousts haven't been a good enough challenge for my son!" Robert exclaims. "For the next joust, Ser Barristan Selmy. How would you like to take a chance at knocking my son from his high horse?"

"It would be an honor, your Grace." Ser Barristan bowed his head.

Oh fuck me. Naruto took a deep breath. I'm starting to get real tired...I'm also getting really hungry…this isn't good. I…really need…a break.

Naruto shivered, fighting back a yawn to the best of his abilities. Ser Barristan Selmy rode along, his golden armor and white cloak flowing behind him. The man carried along with him an air of power that intimidated Naruto. Even in passing, the man always amazed Naruto in ways Jaime never could, despite the pedestal that the prince put his uncle on. He once overheard his uncle say that Ser Barristan was a painter; a painter who only used the color red. The boy couldn't believe that his father was going to pit him against that monster of a man. Naruto rode ahead to the end of the barrier, finally felling tired from everything he's done already. His strength was waning and he could feel himself about to lose the joust.

He had only two more opponents left to face; Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Loras Tyrell. The knights that Naruto didn't go against were unhorsed by Ser Loras Tyrell, with none of them making it to the second tilt. In the joust alone, Loras defeated almost as many as Naruto did, with him and Ser Barristan going at each other to get to first place. Naruto was horrified of going against the Tyrell all the same. He'd heard stories of his skill, his ability crush any and all in a joust. Naruto even remembered hearing that Ser Loras even unhorsed Lord Jason Mallister, a renowned fighter and jouster, in a vicious display of strength, speed and skill. No one ever thought that a man can fly that far.

Naruto turned his attention to the older man in front of him to see Ser Barristan had a great white and gold colored lance. He looked imposing to say the least. Ser Barristan gave Naruto a look that said to give up. Either that or the knight was simply trying to goad the prince. Naruto shivered in his armor. Ser Barristan was no joke, far from a joke. Naruto was just as his father put it, a boy so green he shits grass. So to find that he's going against this man made Naruto's blood cold. He still needed to keep his promise. He needed to keep up. He was wearing Sansa's favor, his father was watching, his mother was watching. Everyone was bloody watching.

The page walked up to the podium, howling about four tilts in the semi-finals for the joust, with one match being Naruto against Ser Barristan and Ser Loras against Ser Gregor Clegane. Naruto sighed, the giant was still alright despite the sword that Naruto dug into his face. Naruto was going to watch carefully after this match. Ser Loras was probably going to defeat the Mountain, but if not, Naruto was going to have to hope to the gods to make him lose this match and save him from the trouble of getting killed. Neither of which were probably unlikely, but who was to think he'd defeat the Mountain in the melee.

Four tilts. Naruto took a deep breath. Unless I unhorse him. Four bloody tilts. I'm going to die. I can't do this.

Naruto led his horse over to the end of the barrier, keeping his lance steady and his stomach grumbling. Naruto was excited. His armor was strapped tightly and his pauldrons were wrapped wonderfully and comfortably. His shield, shattered after the first tilt with Ser Andar, decided to use a shield bearing the Baratheon crowned stag on a field of yellow. Naruto pulled his visor down, covering his face from view. Ser Barristan nodded to the king before turning his face to the prince at the other end. A squire ran up to him and handed the knight his helmet. Ser Barristan slid the piece over his head, setting the straps. The knight nodded to Naruto as well as the page raised the horn to his lips.

I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this. Naruto repeated over and over. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this.

With a heavy resonance, the horn echoed in their helms. Naruto's heart stopped but his horse took off. Naruto lowered his lance but Ser Barristan was not. Naruto's eyes widened at the man, he was not taking him seriously. Naruto glared, narrowing his eyes immediately. The boy kept his stance, kept his pace, he needed to. Ser Barristan though, still deigned from lowering his lance. The prince shook his head, his heart racing in his chest. He was going to get a free hit on the knight. He was going to hit Ser Barristan with a perfect bulls-eye. Nothing was going to stop him. Nothing.

Cersei's jaw fell. She shot to her feet, her hands to her face; body shaking. Blood rushed through her veins, filling her with fright. She looked over to Sansa to see her no different. But to see her husband, sitting like it was nothing, nearly made the queen go mad. She had half a mind to rush down to the arena, but after receiving a look from Robert, the woman simply collapsed back into her seat. The joust wasn't over; this was but the first tilt. Naruto wasn't unhorsed. Not yet.

Down in the arena though, Naruto was finding it hard to catch his breath. That hit did more than just a number on him. The boy was about to pull around for the next tilt, only to finally realize that he'd dropped his lance. Everything was doubled to him. His head pounded and his heart was stomping into his chest. Naruto couldn't breathe. His hands tightened around the reigns, trying his best to stay steady. The smallfolk though began to cheer Ser Barristan's name, just like they always did when he jousted. Naruto took slow deep breaths. With his free lance-arm, he removed his helm, letting his sweat covered locks free from their prison. His eyes were shut and the sun beat down on his tanned skin. Suddenly, Bran appeared with his lance, and a smile on his face.

"Try again." Bran said. "Ser Barristan feigned you at the last second. He caught you slipping and he took the chance."

"A-Any…ideas…?" Naruto said in between gasps. "It's r-really…hard to breathe…right now…"

"Feign back." Bran replied. "Do what you did with Ser Jaime. Just…not the same way. Ser Barristan isn't underestimating you, Naruto. He's trying to figure you out. Don't fall for his trick again or he might successfully unhorse you this next tilt. Even if you lose, Naruto, you're already loved-"

"Doesn't matter, Bran." Naruto replied hoarsely. "L-Look, I'm already…fine…"

"Just remember, no one will think otherwise if you pull out…" Bran handed the boy his dropped helmet, giving Naruto a worried look. "Good luck."

"I don't need luck…" Naruto laughed.

The boy shut his eyes, taking slow breaths, letting the sun warm his face. He gulped softly and tried to lower his visor. He'd never been hit like that before. This entire time he'd been doing this, he'd never felt something like that. Naruto trotted up to the barrier and glared at Ser Barristan, his visor no longer going down on its own. The boy tightened his grip on both reins and lance. He wasn't going to fall for anything Ser Barristan might have in store for him. Even if Naruto was to lose three of the tilts, if he unhorsed the knight on the final tilt, Naruto would cement his victory. It would be better for him to unhorse him now. If only it were that simple.

Two tilts later, Naruto was barely holding on. Blood coursed from his mouth in small cascading trickle. The boy was looking more like a disgusting, mangled piece of meat. But he wasn't about to let up yet. Sure his armor had at three massive dents in it, but Naruto was still kicking, still ready to put up a fight. He pulled his helmet off and tossed it aside. This was the final tilt and everything was on the line. The boy struggled up to the lists, a pained look on his face; the blood already beginning to crust across his cheek and chin. His hair clung to his skin, sweat pouring down his cheeks. He could taste the iron and the sweat. Naruto was disgusted. He needed to win this. He didn't want everything he'd done to look like a fluke.

Naruto took a deep breath, bouncing in his saddle, heart still racing. His heart couldn't take it. He was about to lose to the knight. His arms were weak, bones broken in some places. The armor was starting to make no difference to the hits. Naruto didn't know what to do. He was terrified of Ser Barristan. None of his hits were connecting, none of his hits were even coming close to the untouchable knight. Ser Barristan though kept his honor and didn't once look smug nor did he goad the prince. If anything, the knight was amazed with his resilience to pain; pain that he himself wouldn't ever dream of taking three times over.

It was no matter; he was going to defeat the prince anyway. Naruto was proving to be a challenge with the only way of winning was removing him from his horse; it was beyond probable that the prince would be able to do that. Ser Barristan thought that the boy was about to quit, but Naruto simply gave Ser Barristan a look before taking his position at the end of the lists. Naruto wasn't going to give up and Ser Barristan was beginning to think the boy was suicidal. But as before, it was no matter; if the prince wanted to get tossed around and pounded like raw beef; it was his own prerogative.

Naruto wasn't going to hold back anymore. Blood was coming from all parts of his torso and Naruto could hardly breathe. This was it. No more holding back. Blood coursed from his head-wound, filling his body with unimaginable power. His once blue eyes darkened into a purple hue, energy filling his arms and his chest. Ser Barristan thankfully didn't notice. Naruto glared taking a few slow, heavy breathes, his lungs beginning to heal and his bones locking back to place. It was then that Ser Barristan looked worriedly at the boy. Naruto gripped his lance, cracking the Verawood, making a mold to his own grip. But once the boy looked back up, the knight gasped in surprise, not expecting the look the boy held.

With a resounding howl, the horn blew and to Naruto, nothing else existed. It was only him and Ser Barristan. Ser Barristan and him. Nothing more; nothing less. The cheers were drowned out and the clomping hooves beat with his own heart. Naruto lowered his lance, bringing the lance over the barrier. Once again, Ser Barristan kept his lance up. No more was the boy going to take his tricks. Naruto gritted his teeth, gripping the lance with all of his strength. There was nothing he could see, none save for the knight rushing for him. Naruto's purple eyes darkened for a moment, bleeding into red. He shot his arm forward, all the strength he had, placed into one strike.

The only thing that registered was a slow, clap. A slow, repetitive clap. It was muffled, silent, almost like it didn't exist. Color began to arrive, slowly filling his eyes with the wondrousness of the sun above. It was bright, filling his eyes with a painful tinge. The boy squinted, hiding his sensitive irides from the luminous rays. It was then that he realized that he was laying on his horse, hand still on his lance and his reins. But it wasn't the sun beating into his eyes. It was a man's armor. His now blue eyes trailed up nervously to see a man dressed in the most beautiful armor he'd ever seen. His eyes moved further up to see a man with the most handsome features he'd ever seen.

Hair, long and brown, flowing in the wind, almost like an angel of the Seven. The man leaned over and lifted Naruto from his saddle, undoing his grip on his lance and with a strength that Naruto didn't know someone so pretty could muster. Naruto was moved with a gracious ease from his horse to the next and rested his body against the knight in shining armor. Naruto tried his best to take in the world around him. His heart raced; did he win? Naruto asked out, although it was hoarse and scratched. He rested his body against the knight, hoping he'd answer.

"You did, Prince Naruto." The man replied; his voice sounding like the sweet songs of the birds in the summer. "You unhorsed Ser Barristan."

"H-How…" Naruto whispered, shutting his eyes.

"In a shower of splinters and a whirlwind of wood, Ser Barristan was unhorsed. The bards will be singing songs of your victory." The knight said. "He's unconscious right now thanks to that last hit you did to him."

"S-Sansa…" Naruto whispered. "Tell her…I won…Sansa…tell her…"

The knight smiled softly and trotted slowly through the lists, carrying the sleeping prince on his back. People gasped at who the knight was though. He arrived for the semi-finals, the third son of Lord Mace Tyrell and Alerie Hightower, bearing his personal coat of arms; three golden roses on a field of green. He was none other than Ser Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers. He rode with a small smile on his face and a bouquet of roses. His eyes though, never left the form of Lord Renly Baratheon. Suddenly, a small tapping sound was heard and he came to find a girl resting her palms on the railing, staring at the sleeping prince with worried eyes.

"My Lady…" Ser Loras held out his hand, giving her the bouquet. "I'm sure that the Prince would have wanted to give you these."

Sansa's face went hot. Ser Loras was graceful and rode Naruto over to the Silent Sisters waiting at the other end of the lists. People were cheering him on, the ladies swooned at his beauty and chivalry. He saved a small glance at Renly before sliding his helm over his head. Ser Loras was going up against the Mountain and he needed to get serious. The Mountain destroyed all of his opponents, annihilated each and every one, leaving no one to survive. The only one so far to defeat the Mountain in anything in this long, long day, was Naruto when he dug his blade into the Mountain's face.

Ser Loras smirked beneath his helm, riding over to his end of the lists looking as beautiful just as he was dangerous. A squire arrived to his side, handing him a gold and green lance. Loras raised his hand, rousing the crowd. People screamed and some women fainted. He didn't even have to say much. But those gasps of adoration were replaced with fearful gulps were heard. The happiness that once took hold of the arena, dissipated completely. It was like a dark, heavy pressure, holding him down. Ser Loras didn't care though and kept his lance steady. This was one of the greatest opponents he'd have to face. Ser Loras smirked beneath his helm.

The Mountain used a male horse for its strength to carry him and his monstrous weight. Whereas, the Tyrell, he used a female horse, speed and agility without sacrificing grace. But the knight had a little secret though; his horse was in heat. He was going to use that to his advantage. The Mountain may be strong, but to Loras, he was but a brutish creature with little brains. A brute can always be outsmarted and definitely outplayed. Loras smirked when the Mountain's horse was already displaying signs of sensing his mount and her state.

The Mountain was in an unbelievably angry state for some reason. His great-helm snapped shut, his angry face still visible. He growled like a rabid animal and rode up to the barrier, shaking in his armor. His rage was becoming unbearable. He raced forward anyway, without the horn blow. Loras' eyes shot from his head. People gasped and jumped to their feet, running to try and stop the Clegane. The knight though didn't care and shot forward as well, bringing his lance down to face the Mountain that Rides. They blitzed forward, dirt and mud running across in their wakes. The Mountain was too large and couldn't bring his lance around to face the Tyrell completely. Not only that, but his horse was being irritable. Loras had the upper hand and smashed his lance into the massive target with no remorse.

"Naruto?" Sansa's voice echoed into his ears.

The prince couldn't see anything. It was dark as night. He reached out for her, but she wasn't there for him. He gritted his teeth, looking for her. She was close and he knew it. She called him again. Whispering his name with a soft tone to it. Her breath tickled against his earlobes. But it was still too dark. She kept whispering his name, calling his name, but soon enough, she screamed his name. Fear ran up and down his body. Her screams shook him, bringing the darkness from his eyes. Energy grew within his body as his anger piqued.

Naruto stood, an vile look on his face; his eyes filling with a heinous luminescence. There was blood still on his face. Naruto was frozen; staring at the man in front of him. The man was none other than Sasuke. Naruto was angry, his eyes burning with pain. Nonetheless, neither of them talked, their eyes simply locked. Unbeknownst to Naruto, his irides were a blaze with fire and blood; his pupils were slits. Naruto glared, energy exploding around him. He was surrounded in a strange bubbly red aura. It scared him, but his rage was too powerful. Even stranger though, the man in front of him was completely unmoved, finding Naruto not intimidating in the least.

"Naruto…" The man whispered.

"What." The prince hissed. "Where am I?! I need to see Sansa!"

"What you need to do, is to calm down." The Uchiha said in the same monotonous tone. "Your powers are not ready. Your body is not ready for this strain you're putting on it. It's not mature-"

"What in seven hells are you on about?!" Naruto roared. "Why am I here again?! Where is Sansa?!"

His power exploded in all directions, covering the entire world in a dark bloody hue. And yet, the man was still unaffected. He merely sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. Naruto though continued channeling his powers, sending it in all directions, cracking the world around him. But before the reality could shatter, Naruto's powers shot back into his body. His eyes were still filled with fire and blood and an indomitable rage settling. His breaths were heavy and hot, small flickers of flames igniting. He dug his fingernails into his palms, blood pouring.

"Naruto." He said once more. "Take a breath. Stop and think. You're starting to get too out of hand! Control your-"

"Help me, Sasuke." Naruto pleaded. His tone taking a drastic change. "I can't control this power! It's too much for me! Take it, please!"

"Naruto!" Sasuke bellowed, freezing Naruto where he stood. "A rose will crumble beneath a mountain!"

"Stop this!" Naruto shouted, bringing his slashed, blood covered hands to his pounding head. "Stop this!"

"Save the rose!" Sasuke replied; his onyx eyes turning into the sharingan. "Save the fucking rose!"

"Shut up!" Naruto cried. "Just shut the hell up!"

Naruto's power exploded outwards. Blood red energy tore through the world, crushing the reality of the dream. Sasuke was seen shaking his head. But before long, he vanished, along with the bright light of the dream. Naruto shot his eyes open to reveal six Silent Sisters looking at him with wide eyes. Naruto shot to his feet, pushing the pious women from his way. No apologies were said as he sped as fast as he could from the tent. Naruto took a look at a few knights talking with one another and dashed for them, wrenching a greatsword from one of their hands. One of them was about to retaliate, but Naruto glared at the knight, turning the man away. Naruto growled and took off as fast as he could. Energy burning off his legs.

Naruto saw the knight, laying on the ground, a headless black horse lying on the lists. The Mountain was howling, roaring in a rabid anger. Loras raised his visor, giving the giant of a man a pleading look. The Mountain though was still about to swing his greatsword down.

"Stay your sword!" Naruto bellowed, clashing his sword with the Mountain's. "Watch yourself, Ser!"

The Mountain was surprised. Naruto was holding his own against his strength. His blue eyes were filled with a new fury, a new anger. The Mountain gritted his teeth put pulled away, stinging sparks in all directions. The Mountain roared in frustration, hurling his sword to the ground, stomping along. The crowd parted giving the giant man leave. Naruto held his defensive position a little longer before tossing it away and pulling the knight to his feet. He gave Ser Loras a nod, no words were shared. An awkward air surrounded the arena, smallfolk and the nobles alike were in awe of what they saw.

"Y-You saved my life…" Ser Loras said.

"I know…" Naruto took a deep breath.

"Victory is yours, My Prince." Ser Loras bowed. "I submit."

Naruto looked surprised. But thankfully, his father didn't care much and shot to his feet, clapping, roaring out Naruto's name. The smallfolk immediately joined in, crying out his name like a chant. But to set his point, Ser Loras shot up and took Naruto's hand, shooting it up to the air. Sansa shot to her feet, clapping with the bouquet of flowers held tightly. Sansa's blue eyes locked with Naruto's, her lips tugging the longer she stared at him. Cersei couldn't help but breaking into the biggest smile she's ever felt grace her features. She couldn't believe that he could survive a fall from a tower and now, three head on hits from Ser Barristan Selmy. She was overwhelmed with joy.

"Now, Prince Naruto." Robert called out, silencing the entire crowd. "What do you-"

"First…" Naruto walked from the arena stealing a crown of flowers from one of the pages and walked up the stands. Bran ran up to him and began to undo the laces and the straps to his braces. The young Stark was fast, quick and efficient, surprising a lot that a boy that small and young could be a good squire. Naruto though rushed over to Sansa, a playful look in his eyes. "I'll be naming Sansa Stark…my Queen of Love and Beauty."

"And before you ask…" Naruto smiled. "So many gold dragons…sixty-thousand in total…I'm already rich."

The boy began to walk off with Sansa in tow. She blushed but followed anyway. Naruto called out a nonchalant order to Bran and the young Stark took off. The King looked confused, he walked down the steps with Cersei following close behind. They called out to him, but the boy simply ignored them and continued on to the stairs. His parents were getting closer and Naruto really wanted to get out of there and get some food. There was a good tavern that served amazing kidney pie-

"Naruto, boy!" Robert roared. "We're trying to know what you want to do with the money."

"Hold on." Naruto lifted Sansa and carefully placed the girl on the back of a horse and soon enough he joined on. "Mother, Father."

"Donate it to the orphanage in Flea Bottom; better yet, give it to the poor." Naruto smiled. "I have no need for this money."

As the two rode off, all they could hear was the pounding cheer of hundreds of men and women. Naruto smiled as the girl's arms wrapped around his surprising, completely healed torso. She leaned her head into his back and shut her eyes.

This is definitely better than the songs. Sansa thought. Nothing can ever ruin this. Nothing.

Bloody hell...this took me forever to write.
So for those who were a bit confused with Naruto in his dream world
his powers are like the remnants of the Kyuubi's chakra
filled with anger, hatred and malice, and it kinda makes him clingy
Also, I mean...Sophie Turner (Sansa Stark) has such a perfect voice
Truthfully, I'd be screaming out for her if I saw a man staring at me instead of a sexy redheaded girl
It's my preference, I guess

Anyway, this tourney arc (I guess you can call it that) is over and we're
getting close to the breaking point you guys
I really can't wait to write a certain scene that's coming real soon
and there's going to be a very, very painful twist to it
aren't you excited?

Well, please Review you guys! I really, really want them reviews

Ja ne!

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