A new Naruto/Fairy Tail idea based off some of the 100 Year Quest. Rather than explain everything in the most minute of detail, I'll simply allow you to read this one. I have to many idea's and thoughts in my head so I'm going to try and push this one out and write as much of it as I can before I am bombarded with another idea. I do hope you enjoy this one, it's gonna be a wild ride.


Summary: My father was a monster, not literally mind you. He was powerful, untouchable, but his own magic had a cost that it was like a curse to him, each time he used it, a little bit more of his spirit was lost. So on his request, I fought him in a battle to the death. Mind you I know my father's own strength is far above any other's including Acnologia the Black Dragon of Apocalypse, Glaedr the Titan of all Dragon's, fucker was big as one too now that I think about it... Anyways, this is the tale of my adventures with the power my Father gave me, the Ice Dragon King, Glaedr and those whom I call friend and love.

My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and I am Fairy Tail's Winter King, hear my roar...

Ice Dragon Slayer Naruto. 1st/3rd/5th Generation Dragon Slayer Naruto. OP Naruto. Naruto Harem: Kiria x Erza x Mira x Cana x Evergreen x Lucy x Ur x Juvia x Kinana x Ultear x Yukino x Kagura x Flare x Seilah x Irene x Dimaria x Brandish x Selene. Gajeel x Levy. Natsu x Fem. Gray. Laxus x Jenny


Ice, the element of cold, a element that can kill as much as it can sustain life. A element that truly has almost no real equal. Currently the Glacier's of Glaedr were a sight to behold any would be Dragon Hunter or myth solver if they wished to see legends up close. However, this was the one place no man or beast could venture without succumbing, unless you were the master of these glaciers. In the middle of the coldest point of the northern section of the glaciers where it was so cold one could freeze in mere minutes, there was a grotto, a safe haven of warmth and serenity. A home for the builder of this nigh impregnable location and the one whom he called son.

A loud roar, one of agony filled the air. It was one of sorrow, one of loss, of pain, suffering, "GLAEDR!" the cry echoing out across the frozen plains, but there was sadly nobody there to listen to them.

A loud groan sounded weakly inside the grove, "Hey... do-don't cry... my child... y-you onl-only did as I-as I told... you to..." the massive figure said, his form physically weakening by the second. The boy sniffled as he stood by the dragon's head, "Father... p-please, don't go!" the child begged. The figure smiled, "Oh you s-sweet child... even if... I'm gone... I-I'll always be with you." the person said. "B-But, I can't go on, Glaedr, not without you!" the child cried. "There-There is something you must hear, before I die for good, my son... You're gonna make enemies. Peo-People will get hurt. Sometimes the people-the people closest to you. So I want you to promise-promise me something, okay? Stay-Stay strong... for me. Promise me that. Huh? You promise me?"

The figure rose weakly, but with no less dignity than his stature, AS KING OF ALL DRAGON-KIND

A loud, earth shattering roar, sounded through the air, a pillar of raw, immeasurable power blasted itself into the heaven's that was seen from the edges of every continent on the planet, the energy wave creating such a shockwave that it crashed across the four corners of the earth. From the capitol of Ishgar, to the furthest reaches of Alakitasia and the most remote lands of Guiltina and the highest peaks of Elementia, there was no one person who did not see or experience the immense shockwave of energy or watch as the pillar of white/blue energy rise into the furthest reaches of the atmosphere, some fearing it would go so far as to reach the moon.

It didn't reach the moon, but it sure did come close. It was awe inspiring, giving many people hope, filling some with fear, other's with curiosity. But there were those around the world who knew what this meant. Glaedr the Ice Dragon King, Dragon King of the Apocalypse, Titan of Dragon's was finally dead.

The surrounding edges of the grotto were shattered beyond any form of repair. The land desolated by a solitary roar of the once proud dragon king, but this was due a cry of the dying. The dragon's face, although set into place in death, was smiling happily, a single slit eye staring at the small child he had watched over for the last ten years, taught him how to fight like a dragon, to see the world from a dragon's eye, to-sadly-eat as a dragon... But he had never taught him to love, that was the one thing he could never impart on the boy, for that was something he need learn on his own.

The boy had known his adoptive father wished to die in combat, had known for years, but he didn't think it'd come this soon. He had known Glaedr had told him to devour his flesh, to find someone who could craft a Lacrima from his heart as it was a crystallized organ and have him implant it into his body for more power. But... he couldn't do it, he just couldn't. This was his father, one of his most precious people, and he didn't like the idea of cannibalizing his body after he just ended his life. Glaedr was the strongest dragon in the entire world, not even Acnologia could stand against him and hope to survive, he was a dragon without equal and for good reason.

Glaedr's raw strength could rip a continent in half and his magic power could raze entire countries from across the planet without him having to move, he could simply change a environmental landscape by being in one spot.

Now, he was... gone... The greatest of all Dragon's to walk the planet of Earthland had died.

You see, the only thing that could harm a dragon, was another dragon. In this case, Glaedr's adoptive child was imbued with Glaedr's own magic power via a Enchantment thus granting him the same magic as a dragon. Any wound that a dragon received could and would heal rather quickly, but a injury left by another dragon, while healed, would never leave the dragon unharmed. The internal scars would slowly build up until it became to much for the dragon's body to handle and they would inevitably perish from the sheer mortality of their sustained wounds given to them by their opponent.

The boy wore a simple pair of shorts and a white scarf with a scale-like pattern over it, a gift from his father he cherished greatly. Most people would rush to put the child in clothes, but to Naruto this weather was like that of a comfortable day at the beach. As Naruto looked upon the bleeding and smoldering corpse of his father he engraved the sight of his form into his mind for the remainder of his days, but not of this version of his father, but one of smiles and jokes. Glaedr was a prankster by heart and loved seeing him annoyed just so he could get a laugh out of the young child he had raised as his own.

Glaedr was a large dragon with pale ice blue pigmented scales. He has a long row of sharp pointed row of spikes similar to icicles running from the back of his neck to the base of his tail. His head is shaped like that of a diamond, and very narrow. The claws he has on his feet can be described to look "four times sharper than average claws" due to them being serrated which give him a better grip on the ice. Glaedr has deep cerulean blue eye's like that of fresh ice. He has four plate like horns on the back of his head rather than thick horns of a fire dragon's. He has a very swift, compact, and skinny body that is also surprisingly strong with a narrow whip-like tail with extra icicle-shaped spines, being very sharp at the tip of the tail. Glaedr has a pair enormous wings and a long graceful neck, making him a excellent flyer and a powerful fighter if engaged in combat.

The image fades away to reveal the bleeding body before him, blood so cold it didn't bleed red but navy blue. Glaedr told him he was to be quick when he begun eating because his body would soon transform into a large popsicle and wouldn't crack even to his strength. He cringed in pain, heartbreaking agony in what he was about to do to his fathers body. But, he endured and grabbed his father's claw closest to him and begun to turn it the opposite way, and then it broke off, cutting his flesh at the same time due to the sheer sharpness of the cartilage of the claw.

He coated his wound in ice, staunching the wound and grabbed the claw. And with it in hand, he held the tears back as he stabbed down and cut into his father's flesh and cut it apart.

Day would turn to night and night back into day, but for a week Naruto endured and carved flesh from bone and cooked it and devoured it. When all that remained was the crystallized heart he set it aside and got to work on the next agenda, a weapon. For when his magic could no longer sustain him. He had heard from Glaedr that material's for blades defined the weapon itself, and he had seen blades made from dragon's and bows as well. Dragon-bone was one of the greatest materials in the world to craft weapons from. Glaedr also had a habit of collecting valuable material's cuz he liked the smells of them.

Gold, Silver, Cobalt, Iron, Steel, Titanium and Tungsten; he had collected it all simply to reminisce about places he no longer could visit.

Weeks turned to months and finally after a whole year had passed, he had finished the sword worthy of his father's power, he had ground down dozens of his father's bones and imbued it into the metal as he crafted the sword, and he crafted a bow from one of the larger bones and the remaining bones were turned into arrows if they were large enough.(1) With everything used-except his father's skull and the smaller bones he couldn't use to craft his weapons-he made a memorial for his father and knew it would never be disturbed. The sheer potency of Glaedr's magic would ensure that this spot would remain untouched for hundreds if not thousands of years after.

He would be nothing but a remnant of time by the time somebody discovered this area, and by then the bones of Glaedr would be dust.

Gathering the last of his belongings aside from his sword, bow & arrows, he set out.

Let's just say, the day he arrived at the most northern location on the continent, people were surprised by the boy wearing nothing but a pair of shorts sandals, a scarf and a sword on his back next to a bow and clutch of arrows-the other's were sealed in a small requip space-a spell his father taught him some time before he had taught him Dragon Slayer Magic. When he got some basic clothes and a map-paying with a small quantity of gold (a whole 10 pieces mind you rather than Jewel like the people used here) he set out to find his place in the world.

Weeks would go by, and he would enter the lower portions of Guiltina, here he met a young girl by the name Kiria who challenged him to a fight, and she quickly lost when Naruto simply punted her away. She had claimed herself to be a Saint Blade Dragon Slayer(2) and had eaten a dragon for its power to gain Dragon Slayer Magic. Naruto's only response was; 'If you say so.' and he continued his journey. Of course, he was once more impeded by the young lass as she continued to challenge him time and again, but lost each encounter. She sure did like picking fights, and she didn't give up apparently either, if the number of encounters they shared was anything to go by.

But, hey, at least they made a deal. If she could grow strong enough to actually fight him, he'd fight her seriously. And soon the two journeyed south to Ishgar as friends... somewhat, she still picked fights now and again...

In time they encountered a young woman on her way to a Guild, a place to find work with other mages much like themselves, and asked her what her name was. The young redhead answered honestly and told the duo that her name was Erza Scarlet and the guild she wished to join was called Fairy Tail. The trio were welcomed happily by the old man that ran the place, and needless to say, Naruto's young companion was immediately enamored with the idea of strong opponents to beat up and jumped into the fray of flying fists. Needless to say, she was a definite welcome to the party... brawl... bar fight... all the above?

XxX

The years would of course pass by, and soon enough the twelve year old blond grew from a young boy into a strapping young man of nineteen years old. Said nineteen year old was also currently laid out in his bed snoring loudly while his friend slept down the hall-not a woman or man mind you-where it was in fact much warmer. The front door to the apartment opened and a beautiful blond entered the building. She walked down the hall and opened the first door to see the occupant within cuddling a large bear with his cat-like ears twitching as he dreamed what appeared to be a pleasant dream, his growling seemed to be a deeper throaty sound showing he was actually purring contently.

She shook her head and closed the door and walked down the hall, glancing at the various pictures and images of the owner and herself lined the wall with a couple additions being the feline down the hall and a few of the other guild members through the years. She smiled as she got to the door and silently opened it and saw that the blond male was; as per usual, sprawled out across the bed, his lower half covered up by the blankets and a hand dangling over the edge while another was over his belly, snores filling the air, shaking the walls as several poster's of the Sorcerer's Weekly; Demon Mirajane, and Blade Queen Kiria (aka-herself) of Fairy Tail bulging out with each inhale.

She smirked to herself and closed the door and snuck to the edge of the mattress, dropped her bikini top and shorts to the floor at her feet, and lifted the bottom of the covers and slid under them, she was going to enjoy this.

Soon after, Naruto groaned, slowly waking to a gentle touch that could only belong to his probably best friend/fuck buddy in the world. Her lips did their magic upon his waking shaft, her calloused hands softly caressing and rubbing in all the right places, "Oh shit... Kiria," he groaned. It didn't take him long to start gripping the sheets, as Kiria worked her magic on him. Under the covers, said blonde giggled at her lover/friends reaction. Then, she put more effort into it, looking to mercilessly throw him over the edge as quickly as she could.

Naruto cried out in pleasure at Kiria's actions. He couldn't help but lose himself, when her long, winding tongue tenderly caressed the point just beneath his lower head. Then, he went cross-eyed, when he felt her swallow his shaft, letting him into her throat, before pulling back, bobbing her head a few times, and doing it again... and again... and again.

When Kiria felt the blond male twitch, she started to hum in arousal, keeping her lips wrapped around the head, as she pumped the shaft and massaged Naruto's balls.

The blond never stood a chance.

Naruto went stiff and grunted loudly. His eyes bugged out and his knuckles went white, as he gripped the sheets and shot his load onto Kiria's waiting tongue.

The young woman in question moaned happily, enjoying the taste. She then placed her thumb and forefinger at the base of his shaft and slid her hand up, squeezing out the very last drops of his ejaculation. Upon licking the semen off Naruto's head, Kiria sat up, the blankets sliding off her back. They came to rest at her rear, it revealed her bare back to the world. She smirked at her panting partner, only turned on by how good she was at wrapping him around her finger. Then, she opened up, showing him the large, white deposit in her mouth, before tilting her head back and swallowing the semen with an audible gulp.

Naruto found himself growing painfully hard at the lump going down her throat. But, she was thankfully not done, just yet. She couldn't explain it, but Kiria needed her man inside her so badly, right now. She didn't know why, but she didn't care. All that mattered, right now, was that they were alone, they were naked, and they had plenty of time before they had to put a start to their soon-to-be busy day. Naruto's eyes went wide, knowing the feral expression she was giving him quite well. Then, she crawled forth and the blond could smell a faint, sweet scent coming from her. There was no mistaking it; he knew that scent, somehow. He didn't know where or why, but, he did, and it immediately drove him nearly mad.

Kiria purred, as Naruto's pale complexion, his heavy breathing and his eyes gazing at her in unadulterated lust. It wasn't often that Naruto's wild side came to the surface. But, when it did, she tended to love every second. Kiria felt her cheeks burning a bright red of their own and their eyes met. Almost immediately, the young man looked down and the girl giggled. "Good boy," Kira purred. Then, she guided Naruto's shaft to the moistening point between her legs. This wasn't to be just any romp, though. No, the two of them were being driven by a more primal urge than even the simple pleasures of the flesh.(3)

They didn't know it at the time, but their instincts; their very souls screamed for something more. Kira sank down her fellow blonds shaft, groaning loudly, and savored every inch along the way. Her inner walls parted and stretched to accommodate an old friend, while the sensation of being filled in her beastly state sent shivers up the blonde's spine. Naruto's hands went straight to his lover's hips, and his moved upwards on their own; rising with Kiria's descent, until they joined at the center. Both of the blonde's stayed put for but a moment, savoring the feel of their union, before starting to move, again.

By instinct, alone, their motions immediately found themselves in nigh-perfect unison. Kiria put her hands on Naruto's chest, swaying her hips slowly, and Naruto bucked his, thrusting deep within her. Kiria couldn't help but start humming in pleasure again. It just felt too damn good! Every inch within her was ablaze with a deep, burning desire, and she wanted more! Naruto grunted and moaned at the sensations. Kiria's soft inner folds felt like a warm, cozy hearth, heating him to the very core on this nippy, spring morning. It wasn't long, before he was short of breath, again. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to inseminate this woman on top of him; to plant his genes far inside her womb; to try and breed with her!

"I... can't hold it... for long," Naruto stressed, barely able to speak. Words could not describe how much he wanted to just do it.

Another shiver went up Kiria's spine, and her inner walls started to flutter around the now-twitching shaft within her, at the very thought of being filled with Naruto's hot load. Turned on even more, Kiria looked him in the eye and hissed, "Don't you dare waste a fucking drop!" her hands rising up and planting themselves in her long tresses and suddenly running through them and blanketing her in a veil of gold as her pleasure filled cries begun to raise in tenor. Naruto's eyes rolled back and he let out a loud grunt, as he thrust upwards into Kiria's folds. Pulling her hips down to his, the young man hit her cervix and released a harsh torrent directly into her eager womb.

For the first time in years, Kiria came so hard that she actually squealed. Her inner walls squeezed the life out of her fellow blond's pulsating shaft and a splash of her juices coated his lap. The sensation of Naruto's wet heat shooting into her, spurt after massive spurt, was almost too much to bear. She felt lightheaded. She literally saw stars. How long had it been since she last came this hard? Naruto gently rolled to the side and laid Kira on her back, so he could pull out without having to worry about any of his deposit leaking back out. While he was at it, the blond took a moment to admire Kiria's pleasured expression. She looked drunk... and kinda cute. He couldn't help but smile at that.

But, eventually, Kiria returned to the land of the living, as it were, and blinked the swirling colors from her eyes. It had been far too long long since the blonde was this satisfied. Letting out a playful growl, she rolled onto all fours and crawled up to him with an impish grin. Shoving Naruto onto his back and eliciting a surprised yelp, she rubbed her cheek onto his chest. Then, she laid down right on top of him, got comfy, and let out a happy sigh. Naruto wrapped his hands around her with another smile upon his face. Enjoying the rare, tender moment, he let out a warm chuckle, as Kiria started to purr once more.

"I love you, you know that right?" Kiria muttered in his ear.

Naruto rubbed her back and replied, "I know, I love you, too, Kiria-chan."

Her content sighs got louder as she enjoyed her lover's warm embrace. Listening to the hypnotic rhythm of Naruto's heartbeat, the blonde couldn't help but get lost in the moment.

XxX

Having gotten dressed and enjoyed the bliss of a warm shower-alone that is-Naruto sat at the dinner table of his apart from Kiria who held a cup of coffee in her hands, "So, aside from the amazing wake up call, what exactly did you need Kiria?" he asked her.

"Well, aside from talking to you about what agenda's you had planned for today, Mira needs your help with something. Apparently this one was stronger than anticipated and she'd like your help controlling herself if she goes out of control." she informed him.

"What kind of help, I mean we both know that when I help her it usually ends with her in the bed with either one if not the both of us at the end of it all, just saying. If this demon is as strong as she believes, then we need to wake Kenny up from his nap." he pointed out.

"I'll handle Ken-chan(4) and you can handle Mira." she said patting his leg gently.

"Uh, you sure?" Naruto asked her.

"If you start the fun without me, then you'll be on my couch each time you come over for a month." she told him as she stood up.

Ouch...


1: So, older era blacksmiths took incredible length's of time to forge their blades for both themselves and their customers (depending). Even to this modern age, it still takes incredible lengths of time to process the already refined metals they have into proper shape and form. A traditional Japanese sword can take more than 18 months to make. Samurai swords are made using high-quality steel known by the name of 'tamahagane'. This steel is repeatedly heated, forged, layered, folded, and tempered. Let's put it this way, most Mid-evil swords are finished within 3-4 weeks. That's 12x (month-wise if it takes a whole 4 weeks) the length of time spent perfecting a sword for use, not taking in the sharpening and polishing of the blade before presenting it.

2: I decided to do a bit of digging. Saint Sword Dragon Slayer Magic and Blade Dragon Slayer are basically the same, except one uses a sword Right? why not let her be both, Suzuku can have something else, idc. Yes, she will have a sword, but more often than not she uses her hands and stuff for her magic and will only use the sword in close fights.

3: Of course you wanna know what this one entails, so, Dragon Slayers suffer from motion sickness due to the enchantment placed upon them to accept dragon slayer magic, well, I would assume there is more to this than simple magic's, what about instincts and actions like breeding? I would assume more than just traits of magic are passed down when blessing a human with that of a dragon's as a human has to adapt to the energy of the dragon's magic in order to use it, I simply let this one speak for itself.

4: You know you love him, you know you wish you were him, give it up for Deadpoo-wait a second *Looks at paper* My bad, give it up, for Kenpachi the Exceed Muahahahaha