Naruto the Undertaker Chapter 10, a Wrestling + Naruto Crossover fanfic

Wow, look at far we have come in a little over maybe three months since this idea first came to me. Okay I have received great feedback for the last chapter and I am happy for all the input that everybody who has reviewed has put into this.

I have decided who Triple H will be…and you'll have to read to find out. (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH)

Okay sorry. Anyway remember my opinion poll is still up on my profile on the pairings and please feel free to message me it doesn't have to be a review. I may sound a little testy but nobody has given me any ideas on who anybody should be paired with. (PLEASE I NEED YOUR HELP).

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the Character Undertaker.

Rest…In…Peace

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In the hospital ward no one could believe their eyes; a young oddly dressed seemingly unconscious man about to be crushed to death had suddenly changed into an incredibly handsome young healed young man.

Gaara's eyes narrowed at the apparition that now crouched on the hospital bed. Rock Lee could feel new energy and new life flowing in his muscles and now he knew that his chakra coils had been stretched and more importantly healed. His black eyes now held a cocky grin in them as he stood slowly on the bed memories of new techniques and styles pouring into his mind.

Gaara frowned at the smile on his prey's face, and his sand rose again, "you will not escape a second time. Are prepared to die?"

Lee looked straight into Gaara's psychotic eyes and flashed a grin that was later to become famous, "the question is sandman, Are You Ready?" Lee answered in a cocky voice.

Suddenly Gai appeared in front of Lee's bed just as the two prepared to do battle, "there will be no fighting here Subake no Gaara, leave now or you risk an incident between our villages."

Gaara reluctantly trickled his sand back into his gourd, "Make no mistake I will kill you," then turned and left in a swirl of sand.

Gai turned to confront his precious student only to find the bed empty with a note saying,

I'll be back

Lee

Break

Sarutobi sighed as the last of the readiness reports were signed and sealed.

'I really am getting to old for this job,' he thought.

"Hey old man," Sarutobi smiled as his white haired student made himself known on the window sill. Jiraiya still sporting that ridiculous get up he had found some years ago in Rice country.

'So ridiculous and yet they suit him,' the Third thought fondly.

"So what was with all the fire in getting me back here uh, you do realize your ANBU team interrupted my research."

Jiraiya was more than a little peeved when he had found six masked ninja around him with orders for him to return to Konoha. He had become slightly less so when he heard about Orochimaru's planned invasion. He may love his freedom but he still loved his home.

"I assume that my ANBU filled you in on Orochimaru's plans," Jiraiya nodded, Sarutobi sighed heavily, "Well here is the part they were not allowed to tell you. Uzumaki Naruto is still alive…"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY????"

Jiraiya nearly fell off his seat at the window when he shouted.

Recomposing himself he stared almost incredulously at the old man. He had been extremely angry when he had found out what the village had done and had nearly sworn to never come back. He was also ashamed at never having done anything for the boy who should have been his godson but the period after the Kyuubi attack Konoha had needed everyone they could get to help. He simply hadn't had time to do anything else.

Sarutobi adjusted the pipe in his mouth, "This is how it happened…"

Break

"…and that's about the size of it," Sarutobi finished.

Jiraiya had a very strange look on his face after hearing the whole tale. To Jiraiya it seemed as if he had heard a story about a similar ninja who had done things like what Sarutobi was saying. It was rather frustrating for Jiraiya because he had heard it so long ago that it just danced on the edge of his memory.

"Old man, tell me something."

"If I can."

"What did this burning symbol, look like?" Jiraiya asked.

Sarutobi thought for a moment, "It looked like a T with two spikes going through the downward stroke."

Jiraiya stood quickly, "I am going to research that symbol, and there is something about all this that tickles my mind like I have heard it before. I'll be seen you around old man."

Sarutobi watched his old student prepare to leave, "Jiraiya wait a moment."

"Yeah," Jiraiya replied.

Sarutobi sighed, "If something happens to me I am entrusting you to tell Naruto the truth, about everything and to give him his family scrolls."

Jiraiya frowned, "you're going to do that yourself Sarutobi."

Sarutobi's eyes softened for a moment, "but just in case something does happen to me…please."

Jiraiya was silent for a moment then nodded and jumped out the window.

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Jiraiya wasted little time, for contrary to popular belief once a problem presented itself to him he had…no needed to know the answer. Of course he began at Konoha's library looking up symbols dating back to the first great Shinobi war. But he didn't find anything even remotely close to the symbol described by Sarutobi.

Jiraiya then went to the great libraries of the Fire Dynamo and began his search through their ancient scrolls dating all the way back to before the great villages were formed.

Jiraiya sighed as he leafed through another useless book of symbols. 'What am I missing here; it feels like I am just looking in all the wrong places.'

Jiraiya sighed again and went to the balcony overlooking one of the small gardens. Several children were playing hide and seek in the garden laughing and skipping as they chased each other. Jiraiya allowed himself a small smile, if only the world was as simple as the one these little ones played in then… Jiraiya ended that line of thought as endless reminiscence of what might have been or should have been flooded his thoughts.

A young maid, one of Jiraiya's contacts actually, came into the garden and called the children together for bed, some smiled and continued to run around.

The young girl smiled trying to look severe and shook a finger at them, "If you young scamps don't get inside then the Deadman will come back to get you."

The children's smiles faltered a little and they ran inside the young maid shook her head smiling.

"Excuse me young lady."

The girl turned and saw the Sannin looking down at her and gave a little EEP of surprise.

"Oh excuse me Jiraiya-sama I didn't know you were here," the young girl gasped.

Jiraiya smiled, "Oh no forgive me for startling you but I couldn't help but overhear your last words to the kids, something about a Deadman coming back to get them."

The young woman laughed a little and nodded, "Oh that old legend it was something my great grandmother told me about when I was little girl."

Jiraiya nodded, "Well if you don't mind me asking could you tell me that story?"

The young girl blushed, "Searching for a bed time story Jiraiya-sama?"

He laughs, "No, no, no…nothing like that but something in the word Deadman has to do with something I am researching right now. And this is actually serious Hime-chan."

The young spy motioned to the bench by the fountain and they both sat down.

"Well this story is actually nothing more than a made up story to frighten children to bed but if you think it's important," she paused, Jiraiya nodded, "well the way it went was something like…

A long time ago when there was only war in the nations, there was no peace, there was no stability. There was only chaos. They say it was from the mists of the battlefields of the war torn land of Steam that the Deadman rose. Always when the tide of battle seemed to turn against the land of steam he would appear to destroy the enemies of his land.

Summoned by the toll of a bell this man, this fiend walked from the mist of steam to destroy all who were foolish enough to stand in his way. In time his fame grew and he was known throughout the countries as a legend, a phenom, a man for whom fighting came naturally. It had been touted that this man had been undefeatable and had actually been killed several times and had come back from the dead. As always men discounted this as nothing more than rumor and the legend of a walking Deadman was laughed at. It was said he followed no leader, no kage, and no village held his loyalty except for death itself. In time the land of steam grew arrogant and proud of its own power and the legends of the Deadman dwindled.

It was at this time the first Sage of the Six paths appeared and instructed the nations in the ways of the ninja. As his teachings spread he also walked amongst the nations, finally he reached the borders of Steam country. The samurai of that land and the land itself had degenerated over the years and now were nothing more than common bandits. They saw the Sage's power as something they could use to gain more power for themselves. As one they descended on the sage and his followers, without mercy, in a place called Death Valley. The Sage himself was all but invincible but his followers one by one began to fall to the mass of enemies. Enraged by this the Sage attacked even more fiercely than before.

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(For maximum effect for reader play undertakers theme here. And read slowly)

As the Sage fought his way through the legions of the wretched ones when suddenly an ominous bell tolled over the battlefield. All fighting seemed in a moment to cease. The Sage was surprised at the fear that seemed to ripple through the battlefield as all the samurai looked wildly around themselves the bell began tolling and suddenly steam overshadowed the battlefield. The mist overshadowed the waning sun causing a darkness to spread over the battlefield.

Then, as if rising from the burning depths of hell itself the Demon of Death Valley appeared from the mist as dark a figure as had ever been seen robed in black and preceded by warrior Druids who carried torches who lit the way for the Undertaker before, and in his eyes nothing but a blank look but behind those grey eyes you could read an inexorable purpose. On his back was a battle scythe, a fitting weapon for a reaper of wayward souls. If but for a few moments the battlefield was calm as the Deadman walked slowly through the ranks of the samurai cringing in fear of this man to the side of the Sage.

The Sage was prepared but the Deadman merely walked till he was face to face with the Sage. The Sage looked upon this man and knew in an instant that this was a man like himself who was beyond the grasp of death. The Sage raised one arm in greeting, the Deadman returned the gesture. The Undertaker turned and stared out at the still vast army of rogue Samurai. He knelt raising one arm upward his arm crackling with power. Whispering dark words that chilled the bones

Suddenly as if answering the call of the Undertaker sheets lightning issued from the sky exploding the battlefield. For the samurai it was an utter defeat, for the lighting carried from one's armor to the next and so on. Even the Sage was stunned by this unholy display of power, and then as if lighting was not enough one of the bolts touched off a fire throughout the valley. The samurai had nowhere to run and were consumed by the red fires of hell.

The fire surrounded both the Undertaker and the Sage and his remaining followers and then as if on command the flames died leaving only charred remains behind. The Sage could only look on and pray for the tortured souls that had been consumed by this unholy beings wrath. For even though he hated what they had done all beings were equal in death and nothing could be gained from cursing corpses. The Undertaker still knelt in his stance suddenly there appeared before him an image of the Shinigami.

The ghostly image observed the battlefield approvingly before turning its gaze back to the kneeling figure, "well done my faithful servant. Protect the Sage from the shadows my servant, though none on earth will remember your deeds the Nether shall sing your glory for an eternity."

From that day forth the Deadman was the Dark Shadow of the Sage, always there but never seen and never heard. It was said he served the Sage but in truth he served but one master; the Shinigami.

Jiraiya sat in awe of the story he had just heard, a hidden shadow of the Sage of Six Paths and a servant of the Shinigami. Could it truly be possible that this Deadman was once again revisiting the earth? If so then more than usual ominous events were on the horizon.

"Thank you, Hime-chan I need to go."

Break

Jiraiya sprinted out of town across the rooftops, it was two days to Konoha on foot he was going to need help, biting his thumb he quickly summoned Gambunta and they sped back towards Konoha.

Break

Sarutobi was just finishing his last reports when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in."

Kakashi entered, "Hokage-sama, the preparations are completed and we are as ready as we can be."

Sarutobi nodded, "Good I trust that the ANBU we put in place will severely curtail my apprentice's initial attack."

Kakashi nodded but still looked worried, "Have you given any though as to how we will deal with the summons?"

Sarutobi nodded, "Jiraiya is back and he will be able to handle them, though I would have liked it better if Tsunade was here as well."

"With the servant…of the Shinigami himself here…I don't think we have…to worry at all." A new voice intruded.

Jiraiya was standing at the window panting a little he gave a half-hearted wave to Kakashi, "Hey brat long time no see."

Kakashi nodded and said noting Jiraiya's exertion, "Yo, are you all right Jiraiya-sensei you look a little winded."

Jiraiya grimaced, "I must be getting out of shape it's been awhile since I have had to haul ass that fast in a while."

"Well what do you have that was so important," Sarutobi asked?

Jiraiya straightened and said, "I've got a lead on that symbol."

The Hokage sat a little straighter, "well tell us."

Jiraiya nodded, "well you see it's like this… (AN if I wanted to be really evil I would insert the story again but I am not so I won't.)

Break

…and that's about the long and short of it." Jiraiya finished.

Both Kakashi and Sarutobi looked…well stunned wouldn't do it justice. Sarutobi was the first to rally.

"So young Naruto has become the successor to an undead fiend that has the ability to come back from the dead," Sarutobi shook his head slowly as if he couldn't wrap his mind around the facts. For awhile all three men sat in silence, then Sarutobi finally shook himself out of his stupor.

Suddenly decision came back into the aged Hokage's eyes, "Kakashi, I have an S ranked mission for you."

Kakashi straightened, "Yes Hokage-sama."

Sarutobi continued, "I want you to leave tonight for the defunct Village of Steam. The village is abandoned so there should be no one to bar your path. I want you to find out anything you can on this Undertaker and any other information that could be useful. I want you back here before the Exams begin understood?"

Kakashi nodded, "Understood Hoakge-sama," Kakashi poofed away, leaving the two older warriors to talk about old times.

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Two Days Later

Kakashi sat in the Kage's chair abandoned Kage tower in the land of steam and looked out over the ghostly quiet village and allowed himself a few hours rest.

Meanwhile in the Nether

Naruto meditated in the center of the ring red lightning and chakra swirling around him.

Deeper in the pits Sasuke Uchiha ringed by fire and lava meditated as well, fire now bending, to his will. Purple lightning weaved intricate patterns around him.

Both waited for the dawn.

Break

Kakashi looked in all the drawers and scanned the libraries of the defunct village. All he had been able to find were a few scraps of old mission reports, relic old Jutsu that had been replaced by modern versions and other such useless paperwork. It was on the second day in the village when night had fallen and Kakashi had once again begun to comb the village that he got a lucky break.

While sifting through an ancient desk in an abandoned library he discovered a hidden switch.

He carefully examined it with his sharingan making sure it didn't hold any surprises or hidden traps. Satisfied he gently touched it, a fake bottom in the drawer popped open. Carefully reaching inside Kakashi drew out what was on top.

It was a metal symbol of a T with two spikes going though the downward slash.

Kakashi gently laid it down on the top of the desk and reached in to pull what seemed to be an ancient notebook.

Kakashi slowly so as not damage the pages began sifting through notes. Some were smudged so badly that they were not legible. But there were a few words that caught his attention.

…sighting…days…Undertaker…destroyed…with……Six Pat…Undertaker…return………betrayed…Sage…broken…not…instead…bound…summon……Nether realm…Sage…regret…restitution…….unforgiven…Rest in Peace…

The next few lines were blurred but the last lines had remarkably been preserved

He will return to seek vengeance on those who betrayed him. Fear all you who seek after evil for you cannot hide from the Deadman.

Kakashi closed the book and started home, whatever else was in the book would have to ciphered and translated by the linguistics teams back in Konoha. Some of the language in the book was outdated so even Kakashi didn't know what it meant but it was clear that this was the only intelligence source he would find in the village.

Had he stayed a few hours longer he would have witnessed the quiet entrance of four black robed Druids who stood in the middle of the village and sang there dirge mournfully into the night.

Break

Sarutobi looked over the book that Kakashi had brought back with Jiraiya. Sarutobi puffed his pipe and looked up at Jiraiya, "Make any sense to you?"

Jiraiya scratched his chin, "Well I recognize a few of the letters and the dialect seams familiar but I would have to study it more in detail and with exams only days away we don't have that kind of time."

Sarutobi nodded, "Well after we have dealt with Orochimaru, speaking of which I assume you will be watching the exam.

Jiraiya grinned, "Don't worry old man I'll be right beside you."

Sarutobi nodded, "In the mean time you take care of this manuscript, I don't want it falling into the wrong hands."

Break

In the Village of Konoha tension was rising, everyone could feel it. You could almost taste it on the air; everyone knew what was coming at the Chunin exam final. Two monsters would face against one another, the psychotic killer of Suna against the mysterious and now the almost legendary Deadman of Konoha. The match had been so touted about the village that when the booths opened to get tickets for seats at the exam they sold in an hour.

Adding to the already high levels of tension a rumor had leaked out that Uchiha Sasuke had formed an alliance with the Deadman and was even now training to destroy the Hyuuga prodigy. Ninja's of all stripes were going to be watching this, and it was even touted on ninja radio.

Break

A crime was committed…he was the son of the fourth…bound with a demon…scorned by those who should have loved him…hated for what he had no control over…murdered because of hate, pride, rage, and prejudice…

Dead…buried…BACK FOR REVENGE.

He is the psychotic son of the Kazekage…born with one purpose…to massacre the enemies of Suna…but a seal gone wrong…and a perfect weapon is loosed…without pity…without remorse…and without mercy…

Break

In Konoha

Every ninja in Konoha was on pins and needles as the day for the Chunin exam final began. The sun threw its golden rays through clouds that were rolling in on the village only every once in awhile getting through. The day had no shine to it, no reason to be cheerful, as if nature itself knew something of the carnage about to be unleashed.

In the Stadium

The fighters were gathered in the center of the arena still waiting for the final two contestants. The new proctor checked his watch as the minutes ticked slowly by.

It seemed as if the entire stadium was holding its breath.

"If Sasuke Uchiha and Uzumaki Naruto are not here in the next minute—"