AN: Wow. Just... Wow. Forty reviews and ninety follows and favs and that was before the story was even published for twenty-four hours. That is, by far, the fastest I've ever gotten in all three categories for a single story.
Therefore, at the behest of you, the readers... I WILL CONTINUE ONWARD WITH THIS STORY!
Which brings up the point of how I was going to structure this story. First of all, I had to figure out the goal I was aiming towards, the ultimate end/conclusion of the story, as per what I usually do with every story I make. Then I had to figure out where the hell I go with where I left off, and... bam.
Enjoy!
Of Silver and Red Eyes
Run. Don't look back. Just keep running...
She repeated her mantra mentally, her small legs and lungs burning up just like the very site she was escaping from.
"..." A familiar voice called out to her, muffled and mired by her own adrenaline and irrational fears.
Run. Don't look back. Just keep running...
"... ven... R..." That very same voice called out to her, no louder than a gentle whisper but still audible.
Run. Don't look back. Just keep running...
Just keep running!
"RAVEN!" A shadowy figure tackled her to the ground, pinning her squirming form with a greater weight as she tried to break free.
"No! NO!" she exclaimed, her forearms bruising slightly as she resisted, her black locks of hair powdered with fresh snow and her crimson red eyes filled to the brim with terror.
"Raven! Calm down! It's just me." Though still hyperventilating, Raven mustered what little rationality she had left from her ordeal and found her brother, Qrow, was the one who had pinned her to the ground.
"Qrow! I... you..." she stammered.
"It's alright. You're okay... We're okay." Qrow stated, getting off of his younger sister and collapsing into the powdery frost.
"But... what about mom and dad? Are they okay too?" Raven asked.
...
"They're okay... right?" Raven repeated, her voice squeaking as tears welled up in her eyes...
Qrow himself was already crying, giving her all the information she needed to know. She began to cry herself, calling out for a mother and father she knew would never come again.
...
"We're all we've got now, Raven." Qrow stated, sniffling but no longer crying.
"Where... Where will we go now?" Raven asked.
"Remember the story mom and dad used to tell us? The one about the magic man?" Qrow questioned, Raven nodding her head as she recalled the tale. "Well... Before they told me to run and find you, mom gave me this!"
Raven's red eyes widened when Qrow pulled out a small parchment of cotton fiber paper, unfolding it until it was an 18 x 11-inch paper, slightly brown in color and the colored ink faded from ages and ages of use.
But the most prominent mark on the paper was a simple-looking house with smoke coming out of the chimney, encircled by a large dot split into quarters with white, green, purple, and orange coloring.
"This map, according to mom, was given to her by a strange purple haired woman. She never said why or when it was given to her, only that it lead to a wizard!" Qrow exclaimed.
"So... We're off to see the wizard?"
"Yes! We're off to see the wizard! The most wonderful wizard of all!"
"Pawn to D5." Salem called out, moving her black Pawn forward a single space.
"Send your Pawn forward."
"Quit talking, Indra. He knows what he's doing."
"Bishop to B3." Naruto countered, ignoring the two voices in his head and retracting his white Bishop from Kaguya - Salem's impending strike.
"You know..." Salem began, propping her head up with her left hand and lazily moving her Chess pieces with her right. "You ever wonder...?"
"About what?" Naruto questioned, his eyes following Salem's Chess tactics and his mind calculating all the possible moves he could do.
"What if things had been... different." Salem asked.
"Different? Different how?"
"I don't know. Just... different."
"You mean our situations?"
"Yeah..."
"Well... I can't say that I'm not without regrets." Naruto mumbled, moving another Chess piece. "What about you? Any regrets?"
"I've got you, Naruto-kun." Salem replied, reaching out and cupping her companion's cheek affectionately.
He sighed, prying her hand off his cheek and grasping it in his own, leaning forward and touching foreheads with Salem.
They were the last of their civilization, their kind in this dimension. The first page and last remaining pages of the Shinobi Era. The two halves of Yin and Yang...
The second coming of Indra and Asura.
Naruto and Salem were on par in terms of strength and skill, though neither had fought the other in centuries in anything other than Chess and in... other activities.
"I know what you're thinking, Naruto-kun~" A devious, sultry smirk appeared on Salem's face, licking her lips as her cheeks lit up with a tinge of red.
He opened his mouth to speak, but froze.
Someone or something was within their sensory range. Three someone's or something's, to be precise.
And of those three, two gave off a frightened aura, and the last one...
The last one gave off a malevolent aura, a manifestation of anger and rage given physical form.
"Go ahead, Naruto-kun." Salem said nonchalantly, pulling back and giving Naruto a genuine smile. Nothing else was needed to be said to convey the message.
He quickly stood up and vanished using a Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique), leaving Salem alone in the small house.
Her smirk reappeared on her face as her right eye turned into a Rinnesharingan for less than a second before vanishing, though it was long enough to use Amenominaka (Heavenly Governing Inside) on the front door.
Panting in exhaustion but still smirking, Salem sauntered towards the door and opened it, stepping outside into the snow-covered outside that surrounded the house. She closed the door, took a few steps forward...
And immediately turned around, spinning on her heels until she faced the door she just exited. Her delicate fingers grasped around the doorknob, opening the door and stepping inside once more, vanishing entirely from that dimension...
"Grrrrrr!" Raven cowered in fear at the towering creature before them, her brother having already passed out from a combination of exhaustion and terror, the beast itself nearly thrice their height even when hunched over. Its black fur was like staring into the deepest, darkest abyss and its eyes...
Its glowing red eyes! Filled with nothing but hate, anger, every negative emotion that any creature could produce melded into a pupil-less pair of eyes.
The creature raised its clawed, cumbersome hand up, overshadowing the bleak sun that pierced the gray clouds.
Time seemed to slow down for the duo, the snowflakes dancing across the sky slow yet elegant in their sequences. The crisp air like translucent flames from their breaths.
'Mom... Dad...' Raven closed her eyes, fully prepared to embrace her incoming demise...
...
"*SHIIIIIING*!" Raven opened her eyes fast enough to catch the sight of the beast that was destined to kill the two of them being eviscerated, the bottom half dropping unceremoniously to the ground while the top half sailed overhead.
Gravity soon took effect, the top half of the creature plummeting and nearly crushing Raven and Qrow.
"Funsuiken (Erupting Propulsion Fist)." The creature's top half was sent flying off into the distance by a steam-enhanced punch, flying off into the sky until it was little more than a twinkle.
Mouth agape, Raven craned her head to gaze upon her savior, the sun's blinding rays obscuring most of his features from her vision. His hair shined silver - that much she could make out - as well as the odd pure black weapon he held in his hand.
"Curious." he called out, the corners of her vision going hazy. "What are two children doing out here?"
Those were the last words she heard before blacking out.
Beacon Academy, located in the kingdom of Vale, was one of the most prestigious institutes whose sole purpose was training teams of Huntsmen and Huntresses to slay the various monsters that plagued Remnant.
Naruto - Ozpin, couldn't quite remember when exactly the school was founded, considering his perception of time had warped in his life, though what he could remember was why it was founded.
Grimm. Creatures of destruction that lack a soul. They appeared out of nowhere one day over ten thousand years ago, give or take, and seemed quite intent on destroying all that civilization made.
Humanity's tenacity saw to it that they return back to dust, albeit barely if the map of the world Naruto saw was anything to go by...
Earth, or Remnant, as it was commonly called nowadays, consisted of five continents that at one point could have been considered the Elemental Nations, the rest of the world being shrouded in the unknown because of the lack of mapping. Of those five continents, there were four kingdoms: Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, and Mistral.
The world was approximately 65% water, with the other 45% being land. Of that 45%, only 40% was claimed by the four kingdoms combined, with the remaining 5% being unclaimed territory due to hordes upon hordes of Grimm, and even then the kingdoms had infestations of Grimm in its lands.
Huntsmen and Huntresses were warriors meant to combat these creatures, possessing unique powers and abilities known as Aura and Semblance that resembled chakra and kekkei genkais respectively, yet...
He didn't really look into it when it first came about, and it was far too late for him to study the difference, as he was one of only six people in existence that had chakra while everyone else had 'Aura'.
Perhaps Kaguya - Salem... would know, but he didn't want to think of her right now...
Ozpin glanced to the woman that was walking beside him. Standing at 6'5", nearly matching his own height, Glynda Goodwitch's eyes darted around rapidly, taking in every single detail about their surroundings wordlessly. He quickly played on her distracted state to his advantage and took a better glance at the young woman...
Her complexion was not quite as pale as his own, but was still pale nonetheless. Vibrant bright green eyes were protected by a pair of thin ovular glasses, with very-light blond hair that went to her waist with a curl hanging down the right side of her face...
Oh, and E-cup breasts, possibly F-cups...
Even after thousands of years, his godfather Jiraiya still managed to find a way to corrupt him, may he rest in peace.
Her outfit was simply a dark purple button-up, sleeveless shirt with an open high-collar, a black belt, a black skirt that hugged her hips, dark purple high-heels, teal hanging earrings, and a white scarf that had a single gold line on the ends and a golden tiara.
"So..." Ozpin began, looking up towards the tower that jutted out at the center of the campus. "This is Beacon..."
"Excellent observation, Sherlock." Glynda retorted sarcastically.
"Just trying to make small talk." Ozpin mumbled, glancing away and scratching the back of his head.
...
Her eyes darted to the right for a mere fraction of a second, sparing a quick one-over of the man she walked with. He stood an inch taller than her, with a pale complexion and... black eyes? Dark, dark, dark blue eyes maybe? And tousled silver hair, a unique color that she had never seen on a person before...
Maybe it was dyed silver? Her theory was only further supported by the black eyebrows that he had.
He donned a black-and-green-themed outfit, consisting of a dark green long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black unbuttoned vest, black pants, black shoes, a lighter green infinity scarf, and in his hands he held...
"Is that a cane?" Glynda asked.
"Ah yes, it is my weapon of choice." Ozpin stated, caressing the meter-long walking cane with a somber look.
"So you use it as a bludgeoning weapon?" she questioned.
"Well, there's a bit more to it than that." he retorted, running his hand along the pattern-embellished handle.
He would've continued to stare at the intricate design, but was rudely interrupted when-
"*BOOM*!"
Ozpin and Glynda turned to where the main entrance area to the academy was, an explosion of fire, lightning, and even a bit of ice reaching just above the trees and towards the sky.
...
"I'm not sure if what I just saw-"
"I saw it too, Glynda." Ozpin said, his voice neutral and his gaze directed towards the site of the explosion. "Shall we go investigate?"
"Can you tell us another story?"
"Very well. Remnant's full of legends and stories. Some of them true, some made up. But there's one I recall from a very long time ago..."
Laying on the ground unharmed but otherwise dazed and defeated was a young woman around the same age as Glynda and Ozpin, standing at 5'4" with a pale complexion, black and red hair, and wearing a white hooded cloak on top of a grey blouse, a grey waist cincher with red lacing and a grey skirt. And sheathed at her side was a single-edged blade with a curved hilt that held a revolver chamber and a barrel infused into the blade itself.
"Back before Huntsmen, before Kingdoms, it was said that those born with silver eyes were destined to lead the life of a warrior..."
"Welcome to Beacon..." she mumbled on the ground, a looming shadow suddenly blocked out the sun in her vision, causing her to push up slightly to see the source of it...
"Hi there." Ozpin said, his cane tapped against the ground in his left hand and his right hand extended to the fallen girl, Glynda standing off to his left side.
"You see, the Creatures of Grimm, the most fearsome monsters mankind had ever encountered, were afraid of those silver-eyed warriors."
"They were?"
"Indeed. They were the best of the best. It was said that even a single look from one of these fighters could strike a Grimm down. But... it's a ridiculous story."
"H-Hi..." the red haired woman stuttered, grasping the extended hand in her own which quickly pulled her up.
"I'm Ozpin, and this is Glynda." Ozpin stated, staring curiously at the woman.
"Summer. Summer Rose." Summer introduced herself, her cheeks flush slightly from embarrassment.
"What?! You mean you made it up?!"
"You big meanie!"
"I never said I made it up. Just that it was a ridiculous story..."
"Summer Rose..." Ozpin started, staring so intensely at Summer's eyes that the woman couldn't help but blush and flinch at the same time. "You have..."
"But even then, there is a grain of truth in every story."
"-Silver eyes." he finished.
"W-Well, I-I..." Summer stammered, her face now tomato red in color.
"Quite a unique color, I must say. Though it suits you." Ozpin said smoothly, his voice remaining neutral but steam coming out of Summer's ears and her face becoming so red that lobsters would be jealous.
"T-Thanks..." she managed to say, nervously poking her index fingers together and staring at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
"So..." Ozpin began, pushing his glasses up slightly. "I'm guessing that explosion was you?"
Amidst the cries of denial and comical fits that Summer threw, none of the trio noticed the two pairs of red eyes that observed them from afar, a lone thought on the owners of said eyes minds.
'Naruto...'
Omake: Kaguya's Ice Dimension
Naruto grumbled and he carried an unconscious Raven alongside one of his Shadow Clones, who carried an unconscious Qrow.
"Damn kids these days..." he mumbled, turning towards the clone that carried Qrow...
Only to find the copy of himself silently, maniacally laughing, Qrow held in one hand by the scruff of his shirt and a black paintbrush in the other.
It was a look he recognized all too well.
...
"No." The clone immediately pouted in response, lowering the hand that held his paintbrush slightly.
"But-" "No. Just no."
...
The former blond-turned-silver-haired man finally found his way back to his cabin in the woods, too irritated to take notice of the Chakra surrounding the area until he finally opened up the door...
And immediately found himself inside Kaguya's ice palace.
"Why are we here?" his clone questioned.
"Kaguya must have - oh no..." Naruto gasped, a visible fear in his eyes.
She never brought him here, unless...
"Oh Na-ru-to-kuuuun~" Kaguya's voice echoed from down the massive hallway, and from the master bedroom. "Your Queen requires your services~"
He gulped, handing Raven over to his clone and walking off towards the bedroom.
"Gods speed, boss." His clone saluted, comical tears falling from his eyes as the original marched out to what was arguably the most difficult battlefield of all...
Naruto pushed the bedroom doors open, gazing upon Kaguya Otsutsuki, the progenitor of Chakra for his people...
Wearing no more than an orange thong, laying on the king-size bed...
And beckoning him to approach with her delicate fingers, licking her lips, a tinge of red on her cheeks and her eyes slightly clouded with lust.
"Here we go again..." he sighed, closing the doors and stripping off his clothes...
No rest for the wicked, it seems.
Post AN: Recently, I got Fire Emblem Fates: Conquest. I will start off by saying that this was my first Fire Emblem game, and will follow up with saying that I actually enjoy the game, more so than I thought I would.
I bring this up, because now that I'm continuing the story, there may be some influence from Conquest later on. Just maybe.
Anyways, I'll see you guys next time! Ja mata!
-CrimsonKyuubiSage out!