(A/n sorry took so long to update this chapter I had the bad case of writer's block and I couldn't write a good fighting description for Megatron and Neji so it might sound similar to other fanfics and I do give full credit to them to help me complete this story I do not want people to complain that I've copywriting others and leaving harsh comments I will ignore them and report them for harassment this is your only warning)
"Hn, so the dead last finally decided to show up." Neji snidely remarked, finally getting out of his shock.
"Don't you know that no matter what you do or however you look, you will still lose? Because fate has decreed that I shall be winning today!"
Megatron simply stared at him as if he were a bug, which in Megatron's eyes he was. "Now the match between Neji Hyuuga and Megatron will begin," Genma said smirking.
Genma then decided to get the hell out of there because he had a feeling that this was going to be a rough one. The other contestants all filed out of the arena and went up to the fighters' box. Up in the stands two Chuunin, Kotetsu, and Uzumo, both sat and watched the match.
"The kid's come far," Izumo said simply.
"Yeah," Kotetsu said, "but is the kid strong enough to fight the prodigy of the Hyuuga Clan?"
In the arena, Neji faced Megatron and crossed his arms.
"Give up now," he said, "there is no way that you can defy fate." When Neji didn't receive a reply he scowled at Megatron.
"Are you listening to me?" said Neji with Megatron simply stayed silent, watching Neji like a predator stalks its prey.
While his mind was going back to when he was a Gladiator, fighting in the pits of Kaon how he won and earn his name how we became a revolutionary along with Orion Pax.
(Flashback-in the pits of Kaon)
The pit floor was rectangular and large enough for a regiment to hold exercises on, two hundred mechanometers on its short sides and half again that distance on the long sides. It was made of ore pebbles crushed and discarded from the foundries because their concentration of metals was too low to be useful. Spaced at irregular intervals around the floor, mechanical debris and burning heaps of trash made optics tricky and created endless opportunities for tactical ambush and blind-side attacks.
Surrounding the floor, four levels of seating rose vertically to a ceiling a hundred mechanos overhead. Banks of lights in every frequency from infrared to ultraviolet drenched the floor in merciless light. The stands were jammed with workers in the factories and elemental refineries of Kaon, stomping their feet in rhythm until the entire balconies of each level bounced up and down to nearly the limits of the metal frame's tensile strength.
The noise was already overwhelming and would grow so loud in the course of the match that the gladiators would fight with no input from their audio arrays save a constant maxed-out white noise. A hundred times and more, Megatronus had entered a pit, either this one or another much like it. Every time he had emerged victorious. The Tournament of Champions—this arena circuit's grandiose name for itself— had now changed the rules for Megatronus's opponents, allowing them to enter first and assume alt-form if they chose. Anything they could scan and assimilate might be turned into a camouflage shape.
It was a cowardly way to fight, but it worked in Megatronus's favor. When he could give the opponent the first shot—the opportunity to ambush him—and survive to win a total victory despite this, he looked invincible. Word was spreading. It was not so many stellar cycles ago that Megatronus had been merely one of the more fearsome gladiators in the Kaon pits. Now he was without question the most feared. It had not been so long ago that Megatronus still had no name. Now he had chosen a name to strike fear into the timid and inspire loyalty among those who would follow him. That it was not his name did not concern him in the least; he who was born with no name did not care where his name came from when he took one.
There, he thought. My opponent is there.
His optics had locked on a heap of discarded body parts, the kind of scrap heap seen in the aftermath of an industrial accident, when dead Cybertronians lay awaiting reclamation and reconstruction. It was obvious, but Megatronus had long since realized that few of his opponents had any tactical subtlety.
Above and around him, the crowd thundered. He looked up at them and raised his arms over his head, waving them into an even greater frenzy.
This had dual purposes. One, it got the crowd on his side. And two, seeing Megatronus pantomiming victory before the fight had even begun would enrage any opponent with a shred of self-respect. Angry opponents were careless opponents. Careless opponents were dead opponents. The logic was flawless.
From the pile of body parts erupted not one, but three fighting bots. They were collectively one of Shockwave's combiner experiments, he could tell right away from the way they moved together—and these three were primitive, drones barely capable of what more advanced Cybertronians considered consciousness. One immediately changed into an all-terrain vehicle, its tracks studded and magnetic; it headed for one wall of the pit, looking for a higher vantage point to establish a crossfire. Megatronus kept focused on the other two, which sprang immediately at him. The first he knocked down with a blaster shot; the second he swatted aside with a sweeping backhand. Keeping the ATV in his peripheral vision, Megatronus pivoted to prevent the two bot-form combiners from flanking him. One of them reared up and sprayed a stream of corrosive fluid at his face; he ducked aside, feeling the spray of it bum on his shoulder. The second made another pass at him, its blade-tipped hands flicking out at him.
Megatronus caught the combiner's arm just above the bladed wrist. Another jet of acid spattered across his back. With a roar, he broke the arm off and flung it into the crowd.
This was a calculated maneuver. He wanted them to know that he was dangerous, that when you went to watch Megatronus fight he was always on the verge of bringing the entire arena down on all of their heads. He fought like he knew he would die and did not care, but also like he knew he could never die and so could take any risk without fear. The arm, sparking and leaking the residue of the vibroblade's Energon reservoir, spun into the second deck; some spectators lunged out of its way while others reached to catch it. In a klik, Megatronus saw the blade slash and eat through a spectator's arm; saw another in the crowd grab the arm near the break and fling it up into the deck above him; saw fights break out in the aftermath…
But he could watch it no further because the bot on the walls was opening up on him with concentrated energy fire beyond what he would have expected in a Cybertronian so small. The blasts knocked him off balance momentarily, and the acid-spitter closed in to take advantage.
Megatronus took the next volley of energy fire across his back as he closed with the mutilated combiner. Always finish a kill was his philosophy. Two wounded enemies were still two enemies. He closed the distance between them in a leap and used his larger mass and greater strength to drive the wounded combiner into the base of a pile of debris. Acid streaked his back again but Megatronus ignored it. He had taken the best shot that combiner could give and it would not kill him—at least not sooner than he could kill it and its wheeled comrade.
He held down the wounded bot, rammed the muzzle of his ion cannon into the joint where its neck met its multi-armed thorax and blew it apart. Now the three bots would never be able to assume their combined form; this was another reason to finish a kill. A chittering sound reached him, even over the hysterical collective scream of the crowd at the match's first kill. Megatronus lifted the dead combiner up, swung it over his head, and flung it away to crash against the wall opposite the seating deck where he had thrown its arm. The acid sprayer landed on his back in the next moment, its pointed nozzle looking for vulnerable points on the back of Megatronus's head and neck.
He was Megatronus. He had no vulnerable points. He reached back with both hands, grabbed the acid spitter, and slammed it to the floor. Small pieces of it broke off, and Megatronus went in for the kill. This one he would do with his bare hands.
But surprises were yet in store. The combiner wriggled out of his grasp, then slithered with surprising speed across the broken terrain of the floor to join the ATV on the wall. The two of them then merged, combining into a single alternate form that leaped up into the air and hovered.
So, Megatronus thought. I was wrong. Even with only two of them, they can combine.
It stopped, hovering perhaps forty mechanos above the center of the pit floor. Extruded tentacular cables unspooled to catch on girders and keep the combiner up in the air. From there it rained energy blasts down on him from blaster-adapted legs, occasionally swooping lower to discharge globules of acid from its mouth. What strange forms the combiners were, Megatronus thought. To surrender their individuality and merge together like that. It repelled him. He hated them, all of them. Any Cybertronian willing to give up its own identity was not worthy of the name.
He changed form, adopting the alt-form he had learned soon after his creation, a tank adapted for heavy mining and demolition work. The combiner darted away as Megatronus's battery of proton blasters exploded across its carapace and severed one of its cables; it fell, swinging back down on the other cable toward the arena floor. Megatronus roared toward the higher end of the arena, closing with a speed it hadn't anticipated; it zigzagged through the pit, jinking so close to the balconies that the front-row audience alternately ducked away or reached out to grab it. Megatronus caught it up near the top of a debris pile that was the highest point on the arena floor, reassuming his proto-form as he collided with it and kept hold, one hand on an arm and the other clamped on its thorax. His optics momentarily flared out as it jammed an energy cannon in his face and fired. He ile of debris. The savage glee of the crowd vibrated in all of Megatronus's sensors.
Now was the time to end this. Megatronus reared up over the disoriented combiner and manifested twin maces in both hands. He stomped down on the combiner's back, holding it in place. It chattered, tried to divide, and failed. Its limbs scrabbled for purchase and leverage, but he was far too strong. Raising both maces, Megatronus let his gaze roam across the crowd, which was if anything more berserk than before. Combiners, he thought scornfully. Next, they would send out Minicons for him to step on.
"Who defeats Megatronus?" he roared out and struck. Lubricants and bits of combiner spattered him. "No one! No one defeats Megatronus!" He struck again, and again, butchering the combiner where it lay. Then he emptied his hands and raised his arms again. "I STILL FUNCTION!"
Striding from one end of the pit to the other, he pointed into the crowd. "Would you challenge me? You? Anyone! Any five of you, or ten of you, challenge me now for everything I have ever won! No one defeats Megatronus!" Back in the center of the pit, he kicked apart the remains of the combined Insecticon flyer and flung pieces of it into the crowd for trophies. "Remember!" he called out. "Remember that you saw Megatronus! It is the best day of your life! Remember!"
Their adulation rained down on him like Energon, like life itself. Never again will I be nameless, Megatronus thought.
MEGATRONUS! MEGATRONUS! MEGATRONUS!
Something odd happened as the chant intensified. The last syllable of the moniker started to fade out as the crowd made a collective choice to end the chant on a strong syllable. Megatronus listened, and felt a strange thrill as his name modulated, changed… transformed. He was renamed by his followers, given a name that no Cybertronian had ever carried. The arena shook with the force of the chant.
MEGATRON! MEGATRON! MEGATRON!
Yes, he thought. I will be Megatron.
(End Flashback)
Neji just smirked, thinking his opponent was afraid and activated his Byakugan.
"Don't feel like talking? Fine, let's get this beating started." He said smirking.
"Watch closely Hanabi." Hiashi Hyuuga, the patriarch of the Hyuuga clan, said to his youngest daughter.
"Why?" said Hanabi while staring at this monster of a Shinobi facing her cousin.
"There is no other Hyuuga who has blood thicker than Neji's. He is a true Hyuuga prodigy," said Hiashi though even he felt some form of fear at this.
The young girl simply nodded showing that she was listening. She watched wanting to see if the boy really could fight.
In the arena, Neji charged at Megatron, who just stood there, and seemed unafraid and uncaring of being hit by the infamous Taijutsu of the Hyuuga Clan. Just as Neji was about to strike him, Megatron moved skillfully to the left and, at a speed, even Neji couldn't track with his Byakugan Eyes, and backhanded the Hyuuga away from him. Neji rolled about 20 feet away from Megatron before stopping and quickly getting to his feet in shock. 'What the hell was that?' Thought Neji, as he nursed the right side of his face. 'He wasn't anywhere near that strong or fast when he fought the Inuzuka, but then again he completely destroyed him. One month of training shouldn't have given him this much power.'
'Whoa!' Were the collective thoughts of everyone Naruto no make that Megatron who saw his last match last month were shocked to see such Display of Power from the last month couldn't topple how much power he has now. "Hm, so it seems you've gotten a little bit better since your last fight. Doesn't matter since you'll still lose to me like my useless cousin did in the Chuunin Exam Prelims!" taunted the Hyuuga, as he was now cautiously stepping towards the former Uzumaki, and saw him being unaffected by the comment. Only to stop when Megatron opens his mouth " I find it really amusing that you think you're so above Everyone else, by just making fun of your opponent But there's one thing I won't stand for That a big strong Mech like yourself is speaking ill remarks, of a young femme who tried her best to seize her honor and glory for her family who has shunned her because she is weak and timid, and kind nature like her carrier. But yet you show her disrespect because I know deep down that you lost someone close to you and you needed to blame someone, because you couldn't admit yourself that you couldn't stop whoever this someone is that was taken from you am I right I see Mech's like you countless times you are not strong you're not brave you're not honorable, you're just a coward just like Starscream."
After what Megatron said Neji shocked and angry and yell " BUT IT STILL DOESN'T MEAN A DAMN THING" Neji charged at Megatron and unleashed a barrage of Juken strikes. He became frustrated as simply dodged and deflected all of his strikes.
"Holy shit, this is the kid that used to go around wearing an orange jumpsuit shouting about how he would be Hokage one day?" Izumo said in amazement.
"He just might be able to do it!" Kotetsu chimed in.
In the stands Hanabi was currently staring at Megatron She had been taught that power was everything and that was currently showing, Neji won't stand a chance. Within a few seconds, Megatron already knows that Neji was losing his concentration his attacks are becoming sloppy and uncoordinated and leaving himself wide open. He needs to wait for a bit longer until Neji makes a fatal mistake, it wasn't long until he was right when Neji open his mouth "GODDAMNIT STAND STILL SO I CAN HIT YOU!" yelled out a furious Neji while Megatron simply laughed at the Hyuuga as he continuously danced around the Juken strikes. Neji had a small moment of triumph as he finally managed to nail Megatron in his left arm. However, that small triumph was replaced with pain as Megatron used that exact same arm to punch Neji across his face as Megatron used his other hand to draw out his sword the dark star-saber and slice off Neji's arm to the elbow as Neji was sent flying back a good fifteen feet.
The stadium was once again shocked as they saw the supposed 'dead last loser' strike the Hyuuga prodigy. They seem to forget or not notice that Neji's arm was severed his blood was pouring out from the wound as Megatron stared impassively at his opponent this was not even a match for him, for Primus sake, this was not even worth his time he fought more vicious opponent's creatures in the gladiatorial pits of Kaon. "Really Neji? Is this the best you have to offer? How…. Disappointing!" Megatron said with a bored tone with a relaxed posture, shocking everyone by his now deep voice was while he taunted the Hyuuga with a smirk and he saw Neji face go red ignoring the fact that he lost his arm he could still have a Fighting Chance a upon hearing him comment.
"Disappointing? Disappointing! DISAPPOINTING! I'LL SHOW YOU A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT!" yell Neji and Megatron thought for a moment just like 'Starscream always losing his temper but yet I wonder could Neji be The Reincarnation of that worthless traitorous Seeker, let's see if he does something stupid just like Starscream.' Neji slipped into a new stance that had many of the Hyuuga clan members in the crowd gasping in shock. "You're within my field of deviation." With that, he charged straight at Megatron. Had he had a clear head instead of an anger driven one, he would have noticed that Megatron smirked and didn't move at all and instead, let Neji get within striking range.
"Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!" stated Neji as he started using his clan's prized skill to close all of Megatron's chakra points. If Neji paid attention he would have noticed that Megatron never even flinched when Neji started his assault, nor did he move an inch from his spot. This surprise Megatron that he could still do the Juken with one arm. "What the hell has Nar-Megatron been up to this past month?" asked a gobsmacked Shikamaru as he watches from the competitor's booth, Sakura can only watch and feeling anger towards Naruto as she thought 'how can that monster being more powerful than my precious Sasuke Kun,' Sakura while her anger at the blonde being this strong only infuriated her further since she felt Sasuke should be the one with this power and not the monster fighting Neji. "He's taking all of those Juken strikes as if they're nothing! Hey Hinata, can you check and see if Neji is even closing any of Naru-Megatron's chakra points?" said choji "H-Hai!" muttered the shy Hyuuga heiress as she activated her Byakugan before gasping.
"What? What do you see?" said Ino seeing Hinata staring intently at Naruto.
"A-a-amazi-n-ng, Neji-nii-san's Chakra hasn't even scratched any of Naruto-kun's chakra points!" She said, much to the amazement and disbelief of all of those around her.
"Bullshit!" sneered Sakura at Hinata.
"What?" said Ino surprised by Sakura continued putting down of Naruto in this fight. "Your Byakugan must have a defect in it. There is absolutely no way in hell that that baka is withstanding all of those hits. He must be cheating somehow, stupid Naru-Baka!" said Sakura while Hinata ignored the dumb fan girl however as she looked away from where Neji was striking Naruto with his Juken strikes and allowed her x-ray vision eyes to travel a little bit farther down south on the body of her crush.
'Oh-oh m-m-m-my, h-he s-so big.' She thought as she fainted with a little blood leaking down her nose. "Hinata? Hinata? What happened? Why'd she collapse?" questioned a frantic choji as he saw Hinata knocked out in her chair with blood leaking out of her nose, and a perverted smile on her face.
(Back to the Fight)
"Wha-what the hell?" Huffed a tired and light head Neji as he finished his assault. "Why haven't any of your chakra points closed?"
"Is that it? Because honestly, That. Was. PATHETIC!" Asked a bored Megatron as he stared at Neji looking at him in shock at first before anger replaced it. 'This isn't possible. He should be weak! Pathetic. A commoner in his truest form. So how is it possible he's doing this?' thought Neji simply gritted his teeth as this commoner actually had the audacity to mock him. A member of the strongest clan in Konoha, the Hyuuga Clan.
"Since you're beginning to bore me," began Megatron with a sigh, he immediately put Neji on his guard, "I guess I'll go on the offensive now instead of defensive." Neji didn't have any time to react as Megatron suddenly vanished from the spot he was in and appeared directly in front of him. Suddenly a purple light glowing brightly above Megatron right arm and fired hitting Neji straight on his stomach sending him flying but Megatron wasn't going to let him off so easily suddenly Megatron shot forward faster than Neji could follow, and seconds later a punch, which could only be described as playful, connected with his chin. Neji felt immense pain as he flew backwards. After what seemed like hours to him, Neji finally landed in a heap on the ground, Megatron slowly walked over to the downed Hyuuga with his Fusion Cannon was ready to be fired again as its energy was brightly showing on his arm ready to blast the older boy to pieces. Neji could only stare at the bright light from the energy ball Megatron had just made and then up at the blonde to await the inevitable end of his life. This was not how Neji pictured things ending. Not by a long shot. The Elders and Hiashi had greatly convinced him that Naruto no Megatron would lose at his hands through the superior Taijutsu that was Gentle Fist. But here he was. Broken. Bleeding. Staring at his death and the man holding the preverbal scythe in his hand.
'So this is how it ends. And here I thought Fate was on my side. I was wrong,' thought Neji, as he saw Megatron looking at him for a few more seconds, and then shot the ground next to him a couple of feet away from his head and spoke in a dark voice "let this be a warning to you Hyuuga cross me again and I won't be so merciful." Megatron walking away.
"Call the match. I won," said Megatron while heading to the fighter's box.
"Winner of the first match is Megatron!" said Genma while the medics rushed to Neji and bring him to the medical area.