As he awoke the blond was filled with confusion. For one, the last thing he remembered before the weird pink girl, was…

Pain wracked his body, his skin felt like it was being sheared off. 'What's that screaming? Wait that's my scream I'm screaming?' everything was on fire, even his panicked thoughts hurt him as he felt air whoosh by. 'Why? Am I in the air?' he thought only to crash into something, pain leeching away at his consciousness. Everything was burning, every nerve seared at him, clawing at his mind like cliche B movie monsters.

He could feel the heat ebbing away at his being, scratching away at his soul. Something icy ate at his chest, growing as it coiled around his heart. 'Why is everything so cold?' his mind halted as everything faded from his vision. 'I-I'm Going to die!'His thoughts growing sluggish as the black claimed his soul.

And with that Naruto Kusanagi died.

Bile rose in his throat, a cold sweat clinging to his body as he fought down the urge to throw up. Slamming his eyes closed he demolished the panicking emotions that wanted to simply lay down and cry. The emotions that told him to drown inside his self pity, and fear.

Forcing himself to think rationally, he managed to calm his ragged breathing. 'I-I died…' he said trying to work his mind around the simple fact. 'But I'm still here?' His mind bent in several ways that no human could possibly fathom before he managed to stop himself. Reasoning that he could drive himself crazy with this thought process at a later time.

Upon this he blinked in surprise when he felt a small amount of pain coming from his left hand. Something warm flowing between his fingers. Bring it to his face he winced as he realized he'd been clenching his fist hard enough to break the skin. Relaxing his fist he was faintly surprised to see the small crescent shaped cuts scab over and disappear almost instantly.

'Seams like my healing factor got, boost…' talk about an understatement. As he finally managed to wrestle himself under control, he noticed a… String? Yes that was the word. It was a sting attached to the back of his mind.

As soon as he directed his thoughts to it, information unraveled into his mind. They were his… Authorities. Don't ask him how he new but he did. They were the powers he'd stolen from a God his six abilities, that made him a King… The word king tasted funny in his mouth as he felt two of his authorities pulse in response to the word. He could almost imagine two dogs sitting in front him, wagging their tails, as they begged to played with.

He however instinctively knew that the second authority, was not meant to be used inside of a building you were planning on using in the future. Some childish part of his mind was sad that he couldn't really use the second authority at the moment. But he shook it off as he called upon the first.

"The blood of the serpent is my claim!, I Call you forth from the depths of death, heed my Call! Forge a crown for my enemies to skewer themselves, Vile beast Protect Your Murderer!"

The words poured from his mouth, almost against his will as regal silver plate armor melted into existences around his body. Intricate etchings flowing over the unknown material as a thorny crown was woven into existence on his head. In that moment his eyes glowed a fierce blue as he took on the form of a warrior king. Power circulating around him, as he seemed to give off a sense of being beyond his years.

Any normal person would have bowed before him, for he could only be a king beyond such common peasants. However before anyone could stumble upon him like a cliche anime protagonist, the armor turned slightly luminescent, before it shifted into a simple emerald green jacket that went down to his thighs… Now that he thought about it was a lot like his Sixty pound coat.

Although the jacket weighed a lot more than the previously mentioned coat. Something proven when he took it off and set it on the bed, only for the sturdy structure to groan under the coats formidable weight. The blond shrugged it off before searching the room for something else to change into. A few minutes later Naruto had found a pair of black slacks, and a white shirt, before he threw them on. Slipping the jacket on over his new clothes, he was surprised to find something pushing against his chest, from the inside pocket.

Letting his curiosity get the better of him he reached in and pulled out a hat. The hat was flat top, short brim hat that vaguely reminded him of an American cartoon where a cat wore a similar hat. Not really thinking about it he set the hat onto his head, he could barley tell it was there. Slipping on the pair of sneakers he'd found earlier, he found them amazingly comfortable for new shoes.

The Relief of being fully clothed washed over him for a sparse moment, before he remembered his predicament. The blue eyed blonde currently had no idea where he was… or how he got there in the first place. Remembering the people he had been spending the past two days with (And more likely than not, the people who brought him here) had been unusually formal. As such the blond forced himself to look a bit more dignified, and in his opinion, utterly failed.

Mentally sighing the blond was about to open the door, when he felt a twinge in the back of his mind. It wasn't the string, No it was slightly different, more like something was calling out to him. No begging him to use it. Having no real idea on what to do,(The String of information having said nothing about this phenomenon) he "Tugged" on the feeling. Only to find himself reaching out to catch the spear he had use to kill the scaly bastard… or if what his new Mother (Boy was that weird) said was true, the conceptual bastard.

Laughing slightly, at his own joke the blonde observed the weapon he had used to kill a god. A stray thought entered his mind as he called upon another form of his authority. A wicked spear appearing in his hand as he did so.

The entire weapon was a pale bleach white, like sun bleached bones, the same length as the spear in his other hand. Before he willed the spear to follow his intentions. The wicked spear glowed slightly before he brought the spear he used to commit Dei-cide beside it. The bone white weapon rippled as he shoved the other weapon inside of it. By the time the process was finished the blond had a small bit of sweat on his brow.

However it was a success, as the bone white spear had become less… wild and slightly more refined, taking on a similar look to the boar spear. Deciding it was time he left the room, reaffirming his previous state of trying to appear dignified. Reaching for the doorknob he was once again thwarted, as the door was opened by someone on the other end.

A woman opened the door. She was young probably only just hitting her twenties, with soft brown hair light green eyes, and a light tan taking place on her almost flawless skin. She would have been utterly stunning if it weren't for two facts. The first was the glint of fear in her eye, like she was staring at a wild animal that could rip her throat out, her entire body was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Heck from just looking at her he could tell her pulse was skyrocketing.

The second was the maid costume she was wearing. Don't get him wrong he could appreciate a girl in a maid costume, this girl however was dressed in a hardcore fetishist maid costume. It was so bad if someone asked him to describe what was wrong with it, he would simply ask what was good about it. That and the fact she was actually scared of something turned any appeal the costume would give, into a straight zero.

Of course he was twelve, so didn't really understand a lot about the opposite sex, but even he knew something was wrong with this picture. "Uh… are you okay?" his mouth said before his brain had much time to work on the thought. The girl flinched, "Y-yes Your majesty." the woman said doing her best not to stutter, as she did her best to address him respectfully. He thought about pressing further for answers but dismissed the thought, as she caught his attention once more. "T-the marq-quis has called you to the m-main room just d-down the hall."

Blinking he gave a half-hearted "Thank you." before exiting the room. Making a lazy pace into the main room, he was vaguely surprised to find the new shoes surprisingly comfortable, as he walked down the hall. The walling, and flooring were a crisp mahogany, the middle of the hallway covered with a red rug with gold accents that no doubt cost more than his Gramps had made in his entire career. The hallway lit with old style electric lanterns, that gave it an old time-y feel as he slowly passed door after door. The blond thought it was beautiful, luxurious, something he should never have seen outside of dreams.

However an instinct itched at the back of his mind, telling Naruto that no matter how bright the light, it only made a darker shadow. If how scared the maid was said anything then the instinct was probably more right than wrong. His shoes patting softly against the carpet as he walked down the hall passing door after door, until he finally found the end.

As he walked out of the hall he entered what appeared to be a living room. Fully furnished with old style leather chairs, arranged in front of a fire place. Two older styled leather couches pushed were set up opposite the two chairs on either side of corner fireplace, several animal heads mounted on the walls, a flame roaring in the fireplace. A single beautifully crafted end table stuck between the two leather chairs and A worn chess set sitting on top of it.

It was a type of meeting room, the couches were put at such a way that if some were to sit in the chairs they were kept in sight, but still allowing them to enjoy the fireplace. The red carpet ending with the hallway as a large dark maroon rug that took up a large portion of this new room.

Several large windows allowing one to look out into the Swedish wilderness, snow clinging to the trees. Some of them almost buried in the snow, as elk trodden by unaware of their observers. This view was familiar to Naruto, telling him that he was still within the area of the shrine.

The falling sun told him that he'd slept in quite late, as it was nearing sunset. A single person's form draped over the left leather chair. Silver hair, glinting against the firelight, as the blond moved forward to announce his presence. The tattoo in his left hand burned as soon as he entered the room, however it remained hidden within his skin.

"Naruto Kusanagi, the sixth king." Naruto halted as the man continued. "Tests show his bones have been hardened to that of a dragon bone, his healing rate increased to an extreme, The speed of Brain scan shows an enormous leap in activity. Any and all scarring has disappeared as common for someone who has gone through rebirth as a campione, with the exception of three claw marks on his abdomen." He moved forward until he recognized the man in front of him. "Reserves of magic have grown to unheard of levels, muscles showing inhuman levels of strength." The man paused taking a sip from a previously ignored cup of tea. "At twelve years of age the king is the youngest recorded Campione to have been born in the last four hundred years." The man finished as he slapped a file down onto the end table.

"Voban." The blond said stiffly (Hey! I remembered it this time!). "Kusanagi." the man returned in a relaxed tone, gesturing towards the right leather chair. Giving a frustrated huff the blond joined the elder king, as he sat down in the chair. He almost immediately melted into the surprisingly comfy chair. The duo sat in continued silence, the elder taking the occasional sip of tea. "You Are taking this quite well, for someone so young." the marquis stated offhandedly, the blonde raised an eyebrow. "Handling what?" the older man merely rolled his eyes. "Being burned alive of course." the man said calmly as if he was simply talking about what he was going to eat tomorrow. "I do believe I ended up demolishing the building I was in, before I calmed down." the older man continued. "I was much older than you at the time as well… and I do believe the dragon's flames were much hotter than what Apollo was playing with at the time." Voban said putting a finger to his chin as if he was giving the thought a deeper look.

Naruto gave the man an incredulous look. "Don't look so surprised boy, Pandora's black sacrament is only available through the act of Dieing to kill a god." The man said as if he was lecturing a child. Relaxing ever so slightly the blond responded simply "I figured I could drive myself crazy later." the man paused before nodding like that was a socially acceptable answer. "What is a Campione." The elder once again paused before he answered.

"We are Godslayers, the Rakshasa raja, Devil Kings. We are beings meant to Hunt divinity, We are beings meant to rule, We are beings meant to dominate." The Wolfish king pointed towards the green eyed girl, who'd returned sometime during their conversation. "If I were to tell her to do something, she would do it. Whether it be to jump of a cliff or to get on her knees and beg like a slutty little whore, it wouldn't matter, she simply would." Voban said simply, as Naruto eyes zoned in on the Marquis. "Are you talking from experience?" Thinly veiled disgust in his voice. The conversation however continued, even as the girl began to tremble tears in her eyes. Sasha Voban Scoffed "Such carnal pleasures mean nothing to me, no I was talking about one of our predecessors. The man had many an unwilling woman in his castle, he of course died shortly after his ascension having made one too many enemies."

Naruto clicked his tongue, "So, Why has the great Voban put so much effort into explaining this to me?" The blue eyed boy asked with genuine curiosity hidden by a sarcastic remark. Voban Smirked viciously, "Campione only have one of three types of interaction, either ignore each other, make packs of non aggression, or fight till one of them dies. I'm simply waiting for you to make your choice." The devil king announced. His smile completely and utterly manic as he waited for the blondes answer.

The blond thought through his response… before sighing as he answered "Pack of Non-aggression I suppose." The marquis raised an eyebrow, "ah so that's your choice, Did you assume I would simply follow your path? Why shouldn't I simply eliminate you like the nat you are?" The blond couldn't help it as he let out a hearty chuckle.

Pulling on some of the information the string had granted him the blond readied himself for what he was about to do. "Riddle Me this Voban." the boy said loosing another dry chuckle.

Releasing the massive stores of magic that had been granted to him from his rebirth. The magic flowed out of him, not in a crushing wave. But A mold-able miasma that took form as an aura around him and caused the Marquis to momentarily see an green dragon sleeping peacefully behind the blond. Only for it to snap a single impossibly large eye open. Revealing a pool of molten emerald as the boy spoke.

"What is a wolf before a Dragon?"

Voban was frozen as the blond reached over, and moved a pawn forward on the chess set. The maid passed out from sheer terror as he Stood up almost lazily before the blond began walking from the room and back into the hallway. However he halted at the door-frame, before looking back at the still frozen king.

"Your move Marquis."

Witenagemot Report:

As of two months ago on January 3rd, 2009 The sixth king name unknown was born after killing a subspecies of the typical heretic god. The Black Saber Association has refused to give any information on the identity of the new king, along with any information on the authority gained.

They have shared with us the fact this king has managed a nonaggression pact with the First King. Marking Sweden as neutral territory, while the new king claimed no territory as of this moment in time. The agreement states that they are required to notify each other should they enter the others territory, along with killing any heretic god causing trouble should they be close while the other is a way. It also sates that should they ignore this, the pack would be rendered null and void.

Another stipulation it that they must tell the other what authority they have usurped from a heretic killed in the king's domain while he was away. The god that the new king killed had no name and has been dubbed Ladon, until a more permanent name is chosen. The god is believed to have been created when Marquis Voban tried to summon a god during a time with too many unheard of variables.

FURTHER INFORMATION NEEDED.