"Stark" Normal Speech.
'Naruto' Normal Thought.
"Dragon" Jutsu/Technique.
"Kurama" Demon/Monster/Bijuu Normal Speech.
'Lannister' Demon/Monster/Bijuu Thought.
A Simple Game
-V-Aido-
Chapter I
A simple game, that's what it was, a simple foolish game. The Game of Thrones. A game that was controlled by the high lords, the lower class being nothing but pawns and merely expandable. But it wasn't just like that in Westeros though, it was everywhere. Every single land out there that had a king, emperor, nobles, anyone that had money and there was a lower class.
Sadly though, it was a game that was also in every single dimension.
That's why it didn't surprise them when they landed in this dimension that the game was played before and is going to be played in the future.
Same old stuff, power hungry fools wanting more. A new king, new rulers, meaningless deaths.
It would have stayed like that, yes.
But it wasn't meant to be like that, anymore. The three brothers had stepped into the game. Factors that no-one anticipated and never will.
Something they really loved to do.
Oh, something was set in stone? No, not anymore.
This 'game' that these nobles loved to play in this dimension and that the 'gods' watched in amusement, it was not to be.
The game wasn't in their hands anymore.
-281 AC-
A black hole.
Everyone was looking at the black hole that was above King's Landing. Wanting and waiting to see what would come out of the black hole that had appeared out of nowhere. Thus, nobody moved.
Not even their king moved. He was laughing after the executions of both Brandon and Rickard Stark when the hole suddenly appeared. Once told of the news his laughing stopped and he immediately went outside to see it for himself. Paranoia be dammed.
His Kingsguards behind him with their hands on the handles of their swords. Ready to fight.
*Boom*
A figure shot out from the hole and down to the bay.
*Boom**Boom*
Another two shot out.
Everyone looked towards where the bay was and hurried to the walls. Aerys looked from where he was and gripped his robe.
The magic that came out. He could feel it. Yes, he couldn't wield it but he was still Targaryen. He felt the huge amounts of magic that came out and it scared him. Looking around, he noticed everybody else wasn't affected by the magic. Was he the only one?
"It seems..." a voice.
The Kingsguard and Aerys turned from the bay and back to the hole.
"that while you have followers, the praying they do to you guys doesn't give enough power to even help land a hit on us" another voice.
A brown-haired man came out from the hole, looking down at the bay. He wore clothes that are unusual within Westeros. Blue, gold, grey, bandages? It was all very odd that he wore. A robe that looked like it was cut on both sides of the arms with his chest being more exposed on the right than his left. Bandages on his wrists and around his calves. A piece of clothing on his head, tied. And lastly, some sandals on his feet.
All odd indeed.
He slowly descended to the water a few meters away from where the three projectiles had shot out.
"7 my ass" another voice came out "Crone, for all her 'wisdom' she really thought one punch would be the end of it. Maiden, fucking useless. Smith, low-tier weapons anyone has created" a black-haired man came out next.
Again, in unusual clothing like the first man but different. Instead of colorful colors, this man wore clothing fitting for assassins. From his chin down to his legs, all he had on was black clothing that stuck to his body. There were some holes on his shirt that showed the sides of his stomach. He did have a armored belt around his that had a strange design in the middle. His foot had some open toe footwear with metal in the back.
He landed next to the brown-haired man.
"Sad, really. The old gods at least managed to entertain us for 5 seconds, but you?" another male voice. Aerys felt more magic come out of the hole. It wasn't normal. They weren't normal.
A red-haired man came out last. His clothing also unusual. Same footwear as the second man, color too. He had black pants, loose, but tight at the same time. Wearing three pieces of clothing on top – one that looked like something a northerner would wear with all the fur inside with a wine-red color, another beneath it that was looser in a black color, and the third also in a wine-red color but was hidden by the first two pieces of clothes.
He descended next to the two men as the hold closed behind him.
"You didn't last even 1" the red-haired man said.
The three looked down at the water as it rippled.
Three figures came up from the water. A woman and two men, giants, bigger than even the giants from the old tales.
The woman wearing a robe around her with only her chest being exposed but covered at the same time by golden jewelry. The Mother.
The man left of her and in the middle was older than the two figures. He only wore a simple robe that exposed most of his nakedness underneath, the robe only covering his right leg. The Father.
Lastly on the left of the older man was a knight-like man. Knight-like due to him not being fully dressed like a knight but having the armor of one. His long helmet covered his face with only his eyes being exposed along with his mouth. Armour on his arms and legs yes but not his chest. Two swords on each of his arms. The Warrior.
"You!" the Father glared at the three "How dare you kill my kin! The protectors of this realm! Do you know who you are messing with?!" he yelled at the three.
They had come out of nowhere in the land of the gods, in their home, and demanded that they bend the knee to them or be killed. They did not bend. Yet, as soon as they said no and brought out their weapons. Hell was unleased on them. The Smith had created a war hammer to kill them, but it was grabbed from him by the black-haired man before being punched in his stomach, making him fall to the ground from one punch and the moment he looked up to see the man. The hammer smashed on to his head, killing him with his own weapon.
The Crone, while not a fighter, was a master tactician. It didn't help her though. The brown-haired man disappeared the moment she blinked. She looked around everywhere until she felt pain in her abdomen. She felt it for a second before her world went black. Her bottom and top cut in the middle from her abdomen.
The Maiden, neither a fighter nor tactician, was the only one to receive a painful death. The red-head didn't move from his spot at all, just raised his hand and put his hand out as if grabbing something or holding something in his hand. He squeezed and the Maiden felt her chest clench in pain. He was squeezing her heart. He squeezed and squeezed, making his hand into a fist slowly. She cried out for help and begged him to stop but *Pop* he popped her heart.
There was gold blood on the home of the gods within a matter of seconds.
The rest of the four gods stood up ready to fight but the three had let the Stranger go, it was not it's time.
Traitor to the gods? A chance, yes, but not really.
The three brothers had plans for it.
Now there was only three gods left. The Father, Mother, and the Warrior.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" The brown-haired man waved his hand "like we haven't heard it all before. Protectors, we are gods, we will not obey" he taunted them "you really think you are the only gods we have done this too? No, you are just one of the millions we have and will kill. Just one more god to list of gods I have killed".
The Warrior roared and charged towards them in incredible speeds but was punched on his right side by the black-haired man, making him fall and drop his swords before they disappeared into dust. That punch had made his legs weak, his whole body felt light. He tried to stand back up but he couldn't.
"Worthless excuse for a warrior" the black-haired man grabbed the god's neck with his sharp claws before ripping it. The Warrior tried his best to stop the bleeding and cover the blood from coming out, yet it kept on coming. He looked at the man's eyes and saw the humor in his eyes as everything went black. They were less than ants compared to these three.
The Mother saw the blood fall onto the water "Warr-!" she tried yelling out, but a spear became in bedded into her chest.
"Shhhhhh" the brown-haired man put a finger to his lips "you are being too loud". He slammed his foot on the water as a spear came up and into his hand. He aimed it at her and *Swoosh* threw it into her head.
The Mother fell backwards and into the water.
"Then there was one" the red head spoke going closer to the Father. He tried to back away but couldn't, the water was holding him captive. Was the drowned god helping them?!
Soon, he was in front of him. Grabbing him by his head with his sharp claws digging into the Father's face.
"All you had to do was bend the knee and all of this could have been avoided. Now all your 'kin' are dead, never to come back again. Not even by prayer" he leaned in close "Everything you six worked for will burn" he said as he squeezed the Father's head, making the man scream in pain before *pop* unlike the Maiden, his head popped.
The red head looked at his hand at the gold blood and put it in the water below him, sending a signal to the sea-life beneath.
Fish and other creatures from the water came up and took the bodies of the three fallen gods, eating them. Down to the last bone and last drop of golden blood.
The three turned and looked towards the people looking at them.
Fear, joy, anger. A whole bunch of emotions coming from the people.
Slowly they walked forward, still amazing the people that they were walking on water, before stopping at the wall.
They jumped over it and continued walking towards the big castle where they knew the king was. Guards, soldiers, and knights tried to demand they stop but ended up as puddles of blood on the floor. Shame.
It took a few more minutes and a few more people trying to stop them that resulted in more deaths before they eventually landed at the castle. The guards doing nothing as they walked right in, they had gotten orders to keep their heads and not stop the three deities.
The brothers looked around and shook their heads at the interior, very dark and sorrowful. Yes, candles helped but it was still very sad.
A knight ran past them and opened the doors to where the King was.
As they walked right in, they saw the nobles, knights, and king looking at them.
The Kingsguards with their swords out and ready to fight to defend their king.
Aerys looked at the three and now saw their faces. Mainly the red-haired one.
His eyes.
Violet eyes, like that of a Targaryen.
The king smiled wide "Who are you three?" he asked.
The red head stepped forward and smirked as did the other three.
"The brown-haired man is named Nawaki" said man gave a lazy smile "the black-haired man is named Shisui" he nodded.
"And I" he pointed to himself "am Naruto" he put his hands in the air to the sides "we are gods of everything. The living, the dead, demons, gods... and..." he forced out some power, cracking the walls a bit.
"Your new rulers"
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Yes, the ending seemed rush, I know, but I didn't know how else to end it.
If anyone knows a lot of Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire then please send me a message with everything you know. I know most of what happens but don't know all. Like certain timeframe, why this happened, who is who, what's the name of this, where this is located, battles, etc.
So, anything helps. Thanks.
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Ja Ne!