A/N: Please read this note, would you kindly?
Writer's block is a helluva thing. Thanks for being patient with this old man.
If by some miracle this chapter gets a ton of feedback-unlikely, but possible, given its well past 900 already-I'll do my best to update early. Until then, I'll be updating other things. This story WILL be updated again next month regardless, but feedback really lights a fire in me to focus on certain stories faster. Just look at Untraveled Road and Shed No Grace on Me, to say nothing of Foxfire and Dance of the Dread.
In other news depression's starting to hit real hard these days. Sometimes I wonder why I do anything at all. I can't claim to understand what's going wrong with my head. I don't even know why! One moment I'm fine, then my mood craters for a few hours, then I'm back again for a bit, and the cycle repeats. Its rather annoying; as though I've become a prisoner in my own mind sometimes. Sure, what's one more mental problem on the pile. Not like I don't have enough, what with already being this old. Feels like every day is a battle sometimes. My doctor is of no help at all.
*siiiigh* Don't mind the rambling of this geezer...
So, onward, I suppose.
With my fifteen year anniversary on this site finally here, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.
And of course, there are times when I look to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.
Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.
No questions this time. Someone complained -of course- and I'm not in the mood.
Alright, I've kept you waiting long enough, methinks. Enough of this old man's rambling; you're here for a story. Hope you're prepared for the chaos to come. Once more, I own no references, quotes, memes or themes. Not a wit or a one. Nope. They're simply tributes to legends far greater than I.
Lastly, a reminder to one and all. Naruto's Westerosi name remains Nathaniel.
Joanna prefers to call him Naruto, yet she's the only one who truly does.
Timeline is still a little skewed here, but hey, that makes things...fun.
References and verbatim from Game of Thrones below:
"A lion is still a lion, even in the frozen North."
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Stay With Me
Rickard Stark considered himself an honorable man.
He lived by that honor, and he was sure someday, in the distant future, he would die by that honor. It was simply his nature. Where other lords often acted in their own self interests, he put family first before greatness Duty before glory. Honor before dishonor. It was in his blood. He was a Stark in all things and Starks kept their word. Even when it seemingly made little sense to so.
Most southerners called the Starks hidebound for that. Rigid. Inflexible.
Bah, the fools in their precious summer silks. How little they knew.
There was no man more loyal than a Northman.
Thus if fell to him to steer his family-and the North-in these trying times. Who else could? His eldest son, hot-blooded Brandon had run off to Riverrun again to see his betrothed. Ned was being fostered in the Eyrie, and Lyanna...well. While his wild she-wolf of a daughter remained here in Winterhold, she had problems of her own. No, it fell to him to do the right thing, the only thing to see their home and hearth protected.
Even if that meant allying with Tywin Lannister.
Initially, he hadn't know what to think when the raven from Casterly Rock came. Such an odd message it carried. Dark wings brought dark words as the saying went and his had proven no exception. He'd spoke of terrible things, of the Mad King's increasing paranoia, of him striking at his children and advising him to do the same.
That raven would not be the last. They'd continued their correspondence in the years that followed.
Tywin Lannister was a dangerous man. A hard man. A ruthless man. He might completely trust his motives, but he trusted that the man was no friend of the Mad King. For king Aerys Targaryen had most assuredly gone mad. If he would strike at the children of the Warden of the West, then who was to say he wouldn't target another? He had taken his warning in good faith and maintained a line of constant communication hence. Truth be told he had been...somewhat surprised that he wanted to foster Nathaniel here for a time, but he could understand the old lion hedging his bets.
Any father, even a lion, protected his children.
There was a brutal logic behind it; the North was far from the reach of Aerys and his ilk and he had little sway here. With the Hound and that strange silent girl at his side, any assassins that Aerys sent this way -if he was indeed behind that ghastly spectacle in Casterly Rock- would be swiftly dispatched. Still, he wondered what Tywin was attempting. Was he trying to seek a match between their children? Nathaniel and Lyanna got on quite well, perhaps a little too well, even. They'd become fast friends from the moment of their meeting and grown closer still these last three years.
Very...close.
That was the very reason he was writing even now.
Scratching out the last of his current letter, he blew the dust from it, considered its contents, nodded once, and went about his preparations. The signet ring of the Starks pressed down against wax red as blood and sealed it. Satisfied with his admittedly hasty work, he turned and handed it to the Maester Luwin.
"See this to Casterly Rock. As soon as possible."
"As you will, my lord." the man bowed.
Rickard watched him go in silence.
Only when the door closed did he allow his shoulders to slump and his true face to show. He hoped Tywin would respond swiftly. Fancy words aside, the question had been a simple one:
"Is your Son seeking my Daughter's hand?"
He didn't know. He just didn't know. Nathaniel and Lyanna were thick as thieves and while it was true that they were a good match, he knew Nathaniel was writing letters of his own. Not just back home to Casterly Rock, oh no, but Dorne and King's Landing as well. He had many fingers in many pies it seemed. Honor had prevented him from breaking the seals to read the messages himself thus far-and well it did; because it kept him from being caught up in a game of courtly intrigue that he had no desire to deal with.
There was no simply way of know what that boy was thinking at any given day.
Could he, in good faith as a father, entrust Lyanna to them?
Would he honor her?
Letter aside, Nathaniel at least comported himself better than that Baratheon boy. He'd heard unsettling things about that one and brothels. He couldn't countenance such a man to be her betrothed. Or worse, the Prince Rhaeagar. No, no, no. He didn't want her anywhere near the prince. He refused to subject her to the madness of Aerys and his ilk.
Just thinking of it made him shudder.
But Nathaniel...ah, Nathaniel! What was he going to do with that boy?! He spoke to her with honor and accepted her fiery disposition as few suitors could. Seven hells, he encouraged her most of the time! He genuinely seemed to enjoy riding with her, sparring with her, even venturing down the crypts with her on occasion. He had no doubt his daughter would be delighted with such a match...if indeed that was Nathaniel's intention.
Sod this, he needed a drink-
A knock on his door drew him forth from his maudlin melancholy before he could indulge.
Rickard looked to it with a world weary sigh. He didn't tell them to enter; he didn't wish to be seen in such a state. "What is it?"
"Begging your pardon my lord," a servant called, her voice muffled through the wooden frame. "But you told me to tell you if there was another disturbance in the yard."
The grey ghost of a smile plucked at his bearded face. "Fighting again, are they?"
A regal sniff answered him; they sounded almost proud."Dueling, my lord."
"Again?" He chuckled softly. "Who's winning this time?"
(.0.0.0.)
"Rah!"
Lyanna fought like a demon.
Her sword flicked in at his face like greased lightning; constantly striking, lunging, ever on the attack.
Naruto ducked, but not quite fast enough. She was quick, even with a blunted blade, fiendishly so. Pain blossomed up his side. He grit his teeth, stomped down, and twisted his body at the last instant, evading her what he knew would be a follow upthrust by the merest margin. Her strike went wide; and he hammered a fist up into her gut.
She staggered back, massaging her stomach and actually laughed at him for it, the wild girl. "Well struck!"
Only a Stark could get the wind knocked out of them and laugh.
The people of the North were made of stern stuff indeed.
She dove in at him again, sword swinging, forcing a high parry. Her eyes sparkled as she disengaged in a swirl of silk and brought her blade screaming in toward his left hip. He swatted that aside and struck back in a wide sweep that had her dodging back to gain distance. The very second she stepped back, he brought his blunt blade crashing down in an overhand swing. She had no choice but to block it naturally, and the force of doing so drove her down to a knee.
Here at last, her smile faltered just a little...
...right before she gave up the block, swept to the right, and smashed her sword into his knee.
He grunted in surprise, briefly unbalanced, and stumbled back, letting hr reclaim her footing once more.
...that was a cheap shot."
Her smile flashed out, brilliant as a sunbeam. "All's fair in love and war!"
A blond brow rose. "And which is this, then?"
She faltered for a second.
He used it to close the distance and attack again, forcing her on the back foot.
"No fair!"
A grin tore across his face as steel struck steel in a song of ice and fire, the rhythmic clashes jolting his arms as much as hers. He could hold out. She couldn't. He knew he could beat her in a fair fight, break her bones, her neck even, but he didn't want to do any of that. He liked Lyanna and enjoyed her company. He didn't want to hurt her, let alone accidentally kill her. Instead he held back, restrained himself, humored her, and fought just hard enough to help her improve day-by-day.
Win win situation, right? Wrong. Now if only she weren't so smug about it.
He could feel expectant eyes watching them from the battlements and down in the lower yard, Half the castle seemed to think this was some sort of bizarre courtship ritual between them; every morning he and Lyanna would face each other in the yard at dawn. And every morning he moved just a little faster, forcing her to up her game in return.
The other half of the castle thought they were genuinely trying to kill one another.
It had become something of a spectator sport for Wiinterhold; some of the smallfolk even made bets on them. The Hound seemed to find it all amusing in a grim sort of way; if only because he knew he could happily hand Lyanna her arse with both hands tied behind his back. Nymeria wasn't fond of her, but he'd begun to suspect the reason for that. She didn't like anyone who took up his time.
Well, no one who wasn't a Lannister at least.
Lyanna stomped on his foot suddenly, trapping him, snapping him back to reality.
He could have dodge what came next any number of ways and knocked her to the dirt.
Instead he braced himself and let the wild Stark smacked him on the head with the flat of her blade.
"Dead!" she sang triumphantly, eyes alight with the thrill of victory. "I win again~!"
...so you did," he allowed, feigning defeat with a bow.
Her blunted blade smacked his ribs this time.
"Dead, aaaand dead." She grinned.
He blew out a sigh. "Lyanna-
"Can't hear you, you're-
When next she swiped at him again, he caught the tomboyish girl's blade below the hilt with a gloved hand.
"Dead, am I?" He cocked a golden brow.
Her eyes widened. "Shit."
"Quite."
He swung a leg out and swept her feet, flipping her flat onto her back.
And that, as they say, was that.
From there he took a moment to catch his breath, steam rising in the air.
The North was colder than he was used to; but he could endure it. Lyanna, however...there was no enduring her. She was a she-wolf through and through. Always wanting to ride and run and fight. She fought pretty damn good too, for a girl who wasn't supposed to know such things. He enjoyed their spars, but he missed his family. Father, Mother, Jaime, little Tyrion and yes, even Cersei. He could see the reasoning behind it. This wasn't a punishment but a means to protect him.
A noise drew his ear. Seemed Lady Stark had found her footing.
"You could have helped me up...
He turned to face her with a wry smile. "Why? You don't need my help for that. You're plenty strong now."
"Only because of you. You've gotten better at this." Lyanna stared at him for a long moment, then bit her lip as he looked on. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you stayed...here. In Winterfell, I mean." she finished just a tad too quickly, struggling with her words a little, made anxious by something he couldn't quite comprehend. "It might be fun, having you knock me down more often."
He blinked, thoroughly puzzled by her remark. What kind of backward compliment was that?
Her eyes flashed and he had an inkling. "Alright, I'll bite. What are you up to now-
Lyanna clamped a hand across his mouth to silence him.
Then she tore her hand from his lips, leaned in, and pressed something far softer to them.
Soft. Warm. Yielding...
Naruto barely had time to comprehend what she'd done before she drew away.
"Remember that, Nathaniel Lannister." she whispered hotly, face burning, words a low growl. "Remember me."
Then she was off; hurtling across the yard with a red face. Calling out after her did him no good; she only ran all that harder, all the faster, practically fleeing into the keep as though the hounds of the hells were at her heels. Just like that, those expectant gazes on his back suddenly became knowing ones and he heard many a man and a woman tut softly to one another about "young love" and "foolish youths" under their breaths.
Naruto heaved a sigh in their wake.
That settled it. Girls were weird.
Give him a woman any day.
Although...he touched a hand to his lips. He could still taste her mouth on his. She'd surprised him. He liked surprises. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to linger here awhile longer. He could already hear the castle servants whispering to one another. He suspected he'd be hearing from Lyanna's father before nightfall.
The faint crunch of snow behind him put paid to that thought. He pivoted, momentarily nonplussed before he mastered himself.
Nymeria awaited him, head bowed low. "A red priestess from Asshai wishes to speak with you, my lord."
His curiosity piqued. "Does she now? Where is she?"
"At the gates. She only just arrived."
Well, that was interesting. He didn't think anyone of their order was anywhere in Westeros. What was one doing here in the far North?
Meeting her might prove an amusing diversion this morning, if nothing else.
His shadow caught at his elbow. "Be careful. I do no trust her."
He craned his neck and found that Nymeria spoke the truth. A stranger awaited him at the gates, clad in red robes, dismounting a dark destrier black as night. She tugged down her hood as they regarded her from afar, revealing a youthful visage framed by bright hair and bright piercing eyes; eyes that focused firmly upon him now.
...I'll be careful."
Nymeria nodded once and stepped back. "That is all I ask."
Her peace said, she stood her ground, watching him walk away.
Seven long strides brought him across the yard to their foreign guest.
"Greetings, Lord Nathaniel of Casterly Rock." The Red Priestess bowed her head in a curt nod and spoke in High Valyrian. "Or shall I call you Naruto?"
Thank goodness Tywin made him learn High Valyrian-wait. Her words caught up with him and his brow shot straight up into his hairline.. She shouldn't know that name.
"Its Nathaniel." he replied in the same language, silently cursing her for throwing him off his game.
She gave him a small smile. "If that is the name you wish to go by in this life."
"...I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do."
His hand fell to the hilt of his sword.
"Do not be afraid." she looked past him, watching as the people of Winterfell bustled about them. "They cannot understand us. And I mean you no harm."
He was beginning to regret this. "What brings you to the frozen North, miss...?"
"You may call me Melisandre." The priestess tilted her head to regard him. "And I am here because our Lord wills it."
Bloody fanatics. Why had he thought she would be any different? "Our lord?" he scoffed. "Spare me the speeches. I don't worship your Lord of Light."
"You have already done his work, though you've yet to realize it. He has sent me with a gift." She drew something large and heavy from her saddlebag, wrapped in dark cloth, and held it out to him. "Here. I have satisfied my curiosity in meeting you. Now I shall fulfill my purpose."
Baffled, he stepped in and tugged the cloth aside to inspect the item in question.
A large egg awaited him, dark red in color and larger than his fist.
His eyes widened at the sight of it. "Is this what I think it is?"
"A dragon egg from the shadow lands of Asshai." The Red Priestess handed it to him, all but forcing him to accept it, lest he drop the bloody thing on the ground. "His gift to you. I have seen your face in the flames. You will wake fire from stone. This will be but the first."
He caught it awkwardly, tucking it against his ride side under his cloak.
...right.
"You do not believe me." she must've seen the confusion in his eyes; for the the Priestess's serene smile became sly. "Perhaps a demonstration would soothe your fears."
"I don't need your prophecies."
"What I offer is knowledge, not prophecy." She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again; something seemed to shimmer within her gaze as she gazed upon him. "In your first life, you fought in a great valley against one you called your friend. His name was Sasuke. You and I both know what fate befell him.
His smile died an ugly death, dragging his good humor and curiosity into a shallow grave. "How do you know that?"
"I know much." she shrugged a shoulder. "It is permitted to me by our Lord." Shall I prove myself once again? her smile took on a sad, almost resigned tilt. "In the past, you loved one who did not return your feelings. A foolish slip of a girl named Sakura." The words were a dagger in his heart, but she wasn't done with him yet. "You also miss your dearest friend, the fox, Kurama. You shall see him again. Indeed, you hold his fate in your hands."
"...!" His gaze snapped down to the dragon egg in his right hand. With the other he reached up and grabbed her by the robes, dragging her forehead down to his. "What the hell are you?"
"An instrument of our lord's cleansing fire." She stared back at him, calm as can be. "As are you. How is it that you returned to life? He allowed it. I am not your enemy."
"Good." he growled. "You don't want to be."
Her hand was suddenly scalding hot. He held on in spite of it. The flames didn't burn him. That seemed to please her.
"Ah," a rapturous sigh fled from her lips. "Sweet faith. How lovely it is to see mine rewarded firsthand. Truly I am blessed by our lord." She looked past him suddenly. "Your little shadow fears me. She need not. We shall meet again, lion of fire, when the war is done."
"War?" she scoffed at her. "What war?"
She smiled. "The war of the Lion and the Dragon."
His throat clogged for a moment. "You can't prove that."
"I don't have to." quick as a snake she grasped his hand and reeled him in. "Time will tell, as shall I." Her eyes pierced his. "You will have many great loves but stray from the path and you shall lose the most tender of them all." her fingers bit into his wrist, drawing blood. "I see a great many children in your future, and I shall bear one of them in time." her voice was spellbinding, drawing him in despite his best attempts to resist. "A girl with hair of fire. Ah, but the child of the North shall be the greatest of them all. It is He who will face the Night-
Enough!
His temper sparked and Naruto shook himself free with an annoyed grunt, cutting her off. "More riddles and vagaries?"
"You do not believe yet." Melisandre granted him a pitying look, the kind incredibly old folk might grant a foolish child. "You will, and you shall wish you hadn't. Enjoy your ignorance while you can, little lion." her peace said she swung herself onto her steed before he could hope to get a word in. "For the night is dark and full of terrors."
Something about those words rooted him, left him glaring at her as she rode away, leaving him with the egg.
He gave it a glance, frowning a little. Stone though it was, it felt warm to the touch. Could it be...?
Nymeria appeared soundlessly at his side, distracting him. "I do not trust her.
Naruto heaved a sigh. "Neither do I, but she claims not to be our enemy."
She had known things she couldn't possibly know.
He prayed he never laid eye on her again.
How little he knew.
A/N: Melisandre, no! Bad Melisandre!
Next chapter will be far longer than this measly one, you have my word.
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He was brought before Lord Rickard Stark that very night.
"I understand my daughter kissed you."
Oh boy, here we go...
What madness is this?!"
King Aerys Targaryen flayed himself bloody scratching.
Had Naruto been there to see the fruits of his labor, he would've smiled. It was just the beginning.
Ellia tutted softly as she read the letter. "Such a charmer."
Lyanna tutted softly. "You foolish lion."
"This from the wolf who thumped three squires?" She thumped him over the head and he laughed. "Ow, ow! Hit me all you like, I regret nothing!"
Joanna sighed. "My dear, sweet boy. What did you do...?"
He laughed and fell into a chair. "What was necessary. You should've seen the look on his face, mum...
Rhaella perked up. "It IS you...
Jamie willed himself to breathe. Calm. He must be calm. Now wasn't the time to act.
But if Aerys so much as whispered another plot against Nathaniel...
Well. No one would be sad to see the Mad King go.
Bronn was silent for a long moment. And then:
"Yer father's a right scary cunt sometimes, ya know that?"
"Don't let him catch you saying it."
"Aye, but I don't have any halls to weep over.
"Not yet. Stick with me and the world will be your oyster." Naruto spurred his horse on. "A Lannister pays his debts."
The sellsword chortled and rode after him.
"You certainly do...
Father hated him.
Tyrion was a smart lad; he realized this immutable truth by his seventh birthday. Father despised him, loathed his very existence, wished he'd never been born. He seldom smiled in his presence, and when he did it wasn't a kind one. By contrast Jamie and Cersei and Nathaniel were the truest of siblings and Joanna the best mother a son could ask for, even a dwarf.
He was forced to grow quickly in mind, if not necessarily body. He learned, oh yes, he learned. Cerseri was technically the eldest, despite being twins with Jamie, having been born minutes first. Yet as a woman, she could never inherit, a fact that often made her bitter.
And so Tyrion learned.
Not that he had much choice in the matter mind you; it was either learn or die.
At six years old he was smarter than most men, with a silver tongue to match. He understood his family; almost as much as he did his beloved siblings.
Jaime was a Kingsguard.
Cersei wanted to be queen.
Nathaniel...had more worldly ambitions.
Back from Winterfell, he seemed more intent on them than ever.
He was the heir of course, which meant that, for the most part, his future was his own. At least it was until father found a suitable match for him. He wondered who it would be. He was still writing those letters to Kings Landing. And wasn't that a mystery? One of these days he'd have to find out who-
Her heard a commotion in the room ahead, a low, muffled bang. His brother's room. And was that smoke peeling out the air?
"Damnit." a low growl pierced the air ahead of him. "Another failure. Why won't you hatch?!"
He poked his heat into the room and waddled in. "A dragon egg? Now wherever did you find that?"
"Merchant from across the Narrow Sea."
"Looks like a stone to me." he knocked his knuckles against it. "Certainly sounds like one."
"Oh ye of little faith, Tyrion...
"I have plenty of faith." he scoffed. "Just as I have faith that merchant swindled you out of a great deal of gold. Its certainly very...red."
It certainly is."
"You do realize that, if by some miracle it actually hatches, you'll be expected to hand that hatchling over to the King."
Nathaniel scoffed.
"Fuck the king."
"Dangerous words. Aerys might not like them.
"Don't care what he likes." he set the egg down in the brazier. "This egg's special. It'll hatch. I just know it."
"And then what? You'll ride the beast into battle?"
Nathaniel walked away with a hum.
"I understand I have you to thank for saving my life."
"Think nothing of it. What's your name?"
...Qyburn, my lord."
A crack spread across the egg. Another. Another, now. Another yet still.
And then...
Cersei shook her head, setting her golden hair swaying as she sat beside him. "Foolish little brother. Are your proud of yourself, now? Was it worth all the pain?"
"Undoubtedly-ow!" Tyrion hissed as she tenderly cleaned his injury with a wet cloth. "Well, ladies do love battle scars, or so I'm told...
"Perhaps," she hummed, not quite able to hide her smile. "You nearly lost your eye and nose. Whatever will father say?"
"They should have aimed lower?" Cersei pinched his arm and he yelped. "Dear sister, you wound me!"
"I'll do more than that if you don't hold still...
"I'm sure you will." he eyed the fallen bodies with a sigh. "Who taught you to use a sword like that?"
Cersei only smiled. "No one."
Bloody tourneys. He hated them. Still, this was a sight better than jousting. He'd take what he could get in the melee.
Prince Rhaegar was...not as he expected. At least he seemed saner than his father. For now.
"May you fight well." the prince settled into a stance.
...same to you."
"Seven hells!" Robert guffawed. "How are you still standing after a blow like that! You must have a skull like iron!"
Naruto reeled on his feet. "Something like that...
"Gods, this calls for a feast!" He slung an arm around his shoulders. "To our new friendship! Don't sulk over there, Ned! You're coming too!"
He could feel HER staring holes in him as they japed.
Rober elbowed him, winking as he did. "The she-wolf's looking at you again, lad. Give 'er a kiss."
Naruto thumped him over the head. "You kiss her!"
"Me?! The Baratheon only laughed harder. "Not a chance! I'll not come between a wolf and her prey. Besides, I've got my eye on another...
"I am a Lannister! Not some broodmare!"
Joanna tutted. "You're my daughter. You've not even met the man-
...I won't do it."
...enter."
She was waiting by the bed, clad in nothing but a sheer silk gown.
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