Disclaimer- First chapter's one will always count.

A little birdie told me, my story was taking too much after 1 ½ Prince. Therefore, I have decided to separate the differences even more! Plus, if anyone feels like having a character in there, either as a user or GM, please contact me.

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Waking up in a forest was not something Naruto Uzumaki enjoyed.

Though waking up in a forest with unbearable pain in his limbs was something Naruto Uzumaki hated.

Which leads to our protagonist sluggishly opened his eyes and wincing at the pain a slight body movement brought. He slowly moved his hand to his cheek and felt the centimeter thick 'whisker' scars. Blue eyes darkened at feeling three on each cheek, asking himself if somebody had wanted to tear apart his face. A few drips of water on his brow made him notice his surroundings.

Whistling slightly without moving, Naruto found his 'living quarters' to be quite strange. He was sitting in the middle of a large cave that had been furnished richly in dark, smoldering colors like burgundy red and a creamy gold. Seemingly gold plates sat slanted upon thick oak shelves and lead his gaze to a roaring fire on the left side of the room. It seemed so innocently glorious that Naruto drowned himself in the twisting flames. A sudden smoke filled the room, making Naruto cough slightly. He felt a twinge in his chest as something shifted. A panicked look flitted across his face as he felt his heart beat thunderously. The blood pounded in his ears and he could hear no more than his own mental screaming.

The twinge had escalated into a full blown ripping feeling. As suddenly as it had came, the pain was gone and Naruto was left to fall into the black abyss of unconsciousness, not hearing the frantic shouting around him or feeling hands lift him. He felt, heard and saw nothing.

Damien Soargold had been having a wonderfully relaxing day when he had suddenly found a young new comer being an attacked by a horde of bees. He had been entirely mystified by the occurrence because as far as he knew, nobody fought with bees of all things. 'Maybe one of those idiotic Inakaite again?' Damien shrugged. He, as an Ereptor, had no love left for those silly love struck mages. Most were weak fan girls that ran after any good looking guy they could see, but some were worthy of the title 'Vivificus' meaning 'life giving'. Those were exceptionally strong Inakaite who could single handedly heal a group larger than 30, but even those were rare and sought after.

But Damien and his mercenary guild of thieves were known for saving the Novus (1); leading them to taking the blonde tattooed kid back to their hide out. The guild had peacefully been eating some nice, juicy venison when the screams of pain rushed through the guild hall. The higher ups, meaning Damien and his closest circle of companions, left in a hurry towards the healing centre. It was used seldom as Ereptors had no real need to be healed if they escaped through their shadow before anybody could hurt them.

Damien swung the heavy door open and it crashed into the wall. His violet eyes widened at the sight of the convulsing exotic young man. His brows furrowed as he shouted for a temporary healer to be called. When they had picked the kid up, he had been naught but a little lass, seeming the age of 10. Now, the blonde seemed at least 17 and looked very handsome, for a lot of the female guild members were whistling in appreciation.

His skin had darkened from the light tan he'd had, to a bronze-olive complexion. His unruly hair was left a mess, spiking into all directions and framing his face nicely. It had changed into a sun-kissed golden color with hints of red when the light hit it. He'd lost the roundness in his face, shaping it into a sophisticated elegant one. Tribal markings stood out and gave him and air of wildness even as he lay there convulsing. They reached across half his forehead, circled his eye and climbed his nose. As Damien watched, they became more and more complex; growing down his neck and onto his shoulder, coiling around his neck like a choker.

Damien Soargold was not an imposing man like all Veneratio were. His build was lean and fast, leaving no spare room for bulging muscles. He had become the head of the mercenary guild through wits and cunning; a specialty for him. But that didn't change the fact that he was still a formidable opponent. He left no room for mistakes and drove him and his guild to near perfection.

That didn't stop him shivering at the cloud of red mass forming above the Novus's body. It seemed to possessively stand over the young man and showed sharp, threatening teeth. Paws formed out of the red mist, glistening in an unseen red light. ''Mine!''A bellowing voice echoed through the whole cave system. As suddenly as the voice had been there, it was gone. The dumbfounded circle of Ereptors stared at the gasping blonde.

''What the hell was that?'' Damien Soargold was the first to break the silence. No one answered, searching for the answers in themselves.

Naruto slowly woke up and ignored the fuzziness of his mind. He was in a other room, he noted. This one was light and spacious. ''Hello?'' he called out weakly, managing to not fall out of the bed he was on. In the far corner, a bunch of cloths suddenly shifted. An old woman stood up and carefully made his way over to him. Naruto took one look at her face and knew something bad was coming.

She stood towering over him and sneered at him. ''You dare show yourself after all these years, you monster? You took my life and now have come back to rub it into my face?'' She stared down at him, a crazed look on her face. Naruto cowered from the insane old lady. Who is she, exactly? Do I know her? Naruto voiced his thoughts. The lady swung her arms around furiously. ''You killed the love of my life, you freak! You came into this village about 50 years ago and brought the plague with you!'' Naruto dodged an arm and jumped above the woman. His body was heavy though and he suddenly felt quite lethargic. He slumped against the wall and watched as the old lady laughed cruelly.

''Ah, I see they managed to keep you away from the Rays.'' At his confused look. The lady smirked and said ''You are a creature of the sun. An evil, poisonous thing. Get out of this building before I get my hands on an axe!'' Naruto jumped towards the door and noticed that he was utterly naked. He swiped a few bundles of clothes that lay around and sprinted towards a window. He was not going to go out into a village full of people while being butt-naked, no matter what old lady was threatening him with a freaking axe!

The glass shattered easily and left a few scratches on him. As the first drops of sunlight hit Naruto, he felt as energized as never before. He heard screaming behind him and turned around to see the old lady standing in the light. Blood started dripping out her nose, smoke started coming off her skin and boils filled with something started appearing. He looked on in horror as the old lady cried and slowly tried to move away from the broken window.

A sense of guilt shot through him as he saw the woman fall to the side. She had managed to get into the shade but had not got her leg in as well. He saw it fall limply to the side and instinctively knew it would not get better. Asking himself once again who she was, a screen popped into life before him.

'NPC Mary Don Rose. Healer of Sicknesses and Keeper of Cures. Lost her loved ones in a plague 50 years ago and now is in search of the cure to 'sun-sickness.'

He had just resulted in the wounding of a freaking NPC. His life on Ray was going to suck if you went from his luck.