A/N
Hello and welcome to this little story! It started as a one-shot idea, but I've decided to give it a try as a full-fledged story. I'm not sure how it will turn out, but it felt like a good idea worth exploring.
About a year ago, I attempted a crossover, but I wasn't satisfied with the result, and it's long gone now. However, since then, my writing skills have improved significantly.
Enjoy reading,
Chapter 1 - Back In Time
The neon lit streets of Tokyo glimmered in the relentless downpour, casting a surreal sheen over the bustling city. Amidst the throngs of umbrellas and hurried footsteps, a lone figure strode with purpose. Naruto, aged seventeen, his steps echoing against the pavement, navigated through the labyrinth of streets with a determined stride, his expression veiled by the veil of rain.
"The world's rotten," Naruto muttered, his voice drowned out by the rhythmic drumming of raindrops against the pavement. Each step carried the weight of disillusionment, his gaze fixed ahead, yet seeing through the facade of the bustling city.
As he wandered through the labyrinthine alleys, Naruto's thoughts drifted to the heart of the matter the entertainment industry. "And of all the festering pits, the entertainment industry takes the cake," he muttered bitterly, his words lost in the symphony of rain and distant traffic.
To Naruto, the glitz and glamour of fame were nothing but a veneer, masking the seething underbelly of exploitation and deceit. He had witnessed firsthand the toll it exacted on those ensnared within its grasp the shattered dreams, the hollow promises, the relentless pursuit of profit at the expense of human decency.
The rain continued its relentless assault, a fitting backdrop to Naruto's somber reflections. Each droplet seemed to echo the disillusionment etched upon his soul, a reflection of the storm raging within.
Yet, amidst the despair, a flicker of determination burned within Naruto's heart. He refused to be another casualty of the industry's machinations, another pawn in its twisted game of fame and fortune. No, he would carve his own path, defy the odds stacked against him, and emerge victorious against the tide of corruption and lies.
With renewed resolve, Naruto forged ahead, his footsteps a testament to his unwavering determination. For in the midst of the storm, amidst the lies that spanned across time, Naruto vowed to seek justice, to unravel the tangled web of deceit, and to reclaim what was rightfully his his truth, his identity, his revenge.
As his mind drifted back to the haunting memory that had defined his existence a memory etched in blood and sorrow.
His mother, Ai Hoshino, a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness, had been ruthlessly torn from him and his brother and Sister, Aqua and Ruby. The image of her lifeless body, bathed in crimson, still haunted his dreams a cruel reminder of the price of fame.
A crazed fan, consumed by jealousy and obsession, had wielded the blade of destruction, plunging it into Ai's heart without remorse. Her crime? Daring to defy the suffocating constraints of fame, daring to love and nurture her children in a world that demanded her sacrifice.
The echoes of her screams, the sight of her blood staining the walls, had seared themselves into Naruto's soul, a wound that refused to heal. The injustice of it all fueled the flames of his fury, igniting a thirst for vengeance that burned with unrelenting intensity.
Throughout his life, tragedy had been his constant companion, weaving its dark tapestry around him with each passing day. And now, as he found himself standing inside a cemetery.
His heart heavy with sorrow, Naruto knelt before the graves that held the remnants of his shattered family. The first, adorned with delicate flowers and tokens of affection, bore the name of his beloved mother, Ai Hoshino. Her epitaph, a testament to her dual existence as both a loving mother and a cherished idol, served as a poignant reminder of the light she had brought into his life.
Beside her rested another soul lost to the cruel whims of fate, Ruby Hoshino, Naruto's cherished sister. Her grave, adorned with vibrant colors and symbols of youth and vitality, stood as a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded it. Yet, no amount of flowers could mask the bitter truth of her untimely demise, a tragic casualty of a world consumed by chaos and deceit.
With a heavy heart, Naruto whispered words of love and longing to the two women who had shaped his existence his mother, whose warmth had enveloped him like a comforting embrace, and his sister, whose laughter had echoed through the halls of their shared childhood.
"I love you both," Naruto murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of raindrops drumming against the earth. With a lingering touch, he traced the letters of their names, committing them to memory with a solemn reverence.
But even as he paid his respects, a gnawing sense of injustice gnawed at Naruto's soul a bitter reminder of the gaping wounds that refused to heal. The circumstances of their deaths, shrouded in mystery and suspicion, taunted him with unanswered questions, fueling the flames of his determination to uncover the truth.
As Naruto stood amidst the rain soaked gravestones, his phone buzzed with an incoming call, shattering the somber silence that enveloped him. With a hesitant hand, he answered, the voice on the other end barely recognizable amidst the crackle of static and the echo of distant thunder.
"Hello?" Naruto's voice was a whisper, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and fractured memories.
"Naruto... It's me Aqua," came the hesitant reply, the words hanging in the air like a fragile thread. The distance between them seemed palpable, a chasm of estrangement and regret.
Their conversation unfolded like a delicate dance, each word weighed down by the burden of their shared history. Naruto spoke of their father's summons, the mere mention of the man's name sending a chill down his spine. Aqua, in turn, warned him of the dangers that lurked within their father's shadow, a cautionary tale of manipulation and betrayal.
But Naruto's resolve remained unyielding, hardened by years of resentment and defiance. "It doesn't matter," he insisted, his voice tinged with defiance. "He's no different from me. I'll face him on my own terms."
Aqua's protests fell on deaf ears as Naruto abruptly ended the call, his decision made. With a determined stride, he set off towards the abandoned warehouse, his footsteps echoing against the rain-soaked pavement.
As he navigated the labyrinthine alleys, the warehouse loomed ominously in the distance, a silent witness to the secrets that lay buried within its walls. Naruto's heart pounded with anticipation, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through his veins.
With each step, he drew closer to the confrontation that awaited him, his resolve unshakeable in the face of uncertainty. For Naruto knew that this meeting would not only determine his fate but also unravel the tangled web of lies that had bound him to his past.
And so, with the storm raging overhead and the weight of his decisions heavy upon his shoulders, Naruto pressed on towards his destiny, alone yet unafraid, ready to confront the demons that lurked within the shadows.
Naruto stepped into the dimly lit interior of the abandoned warehouse, his eyes fell upon the figure seated before him a man whose features mirrored his own in an unsettling display of familial resemblance. Hikaru, his father, sat upon a weathered chair, his expression betraying a hint of amusement as Naruto approached.
The air crackled with tension as father and son locked eyes, a silent exchange of words passing between them in the pregnant pause that lingered in the air. Naruto's gaze bore into Hikaru's with a mixture of defiance and resentment, the years of estrangement and betrayal etched into the lines of his face.
"Stop with the fake expressions," Naruto's voice was a low growl, laced with bitterness. "It's quite annoying."
Hikaru's lips curled into a wry smile, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "My, my, we really are so much alike," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery.
The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating the space between them with their unspoken truth. Despite the years of separation and animosity, there was no denying the undeniable bond that tethered them together a bond forged in blood and betrayal, love and loss.
But Naruto refused to be swayed by sentimentality or empty gestures. With a steely resolve, he squared his shoulders and met his father's gaze head-on, his jaw set in a defiant line.
"I'm not here for pleasantries," Naruto declared, his voice ringing with conviction. "I want answers. And I won't leave until I get them."
Hikaru's smile faltered, replaced by a mask of unreadable calm. "Very well, Naruto," he replied, his tone betraying a hint of resignation. "Ask away. But be prepared for the truth, no matter how painful it may be."
Naruto's voice trembled with suppressed rage as he confronted his father, his words cutting through the silence like a blade. "Why did you do it?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with fury.
Hikaru's expression remained impassive, a mask of indifference concealing the turmoil that churned beneath the surface. "Do what, Naruto?" he replied, his voice smooth and unyielding.
Naruto's patience snapped like a taut wire, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within him. "Why did you kill her?" he shouted, his voice raw with anguish.
Hikaru's facade cracked, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he shook his head in mock disbelief. "Kill her? My dear boy, you've got it all wrong," he murmured, his tone dripping with condescension. "Ai died at the hands of a crazed fan. You know that."
The words struck Naruto like a physical blow, the truth of them ringing hollow in his ears. "Stop fucking with me," he growled, his voice laced with venom. "I know what you did."
Hikaru's grin widened, a predatory gleam entering his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, unfazed by Naruto's outburst. "Ah, the truth hurts, doesn't it?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "But sometimes, Naruto, the truth is the most entertaining game of all."
Naruto's breath caught in his throat, his fists trembling with barely suppressed rage. In that moment, he realized the depths of his father's depravity the twisted pleasure he derived from inflicting pain and sowing discord. And as the realization washed over him, a chilling certainty settled in the pit of his stomach.
Hikaru's smile stretched into a sinister grin as he locked eyes with Naruto. "It's fun, isn't it?" he repeated, his voice dripping with malice and a chilling sense of satisfaction.
Naruto's blood ran cold as his father's words pierced through the air like shards of ice. "What's so fun?" he echoed, his voice laced with disbelief and dread.
Hikaru's grin widened into a malevolent smirk, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Killing someone," he stated matter of factly, his voice dripping with malice. "It's fun, isn't it?"
Naruto recoiled in horror, his mind struggling to comprehend the monstrous truth laid bare before him. "I-I haven't killed anyone," he stammered, his voice trembling with denial.
Hikaru's laughter echoed through the warehouse, a cacophony of madness that reverberated off the walls. "Don't start telling lies now, Naruto," he chided, his tone mocking and cruel. "We both know the truth."
A chill ran down Naruto's spine as he stared into the abyss of his father's eyes, the depths of his depravity laid bare for all to see. In that moment, Naruto realized the enormity of the darkness that lurked within his own soul the darkness that threatened to consume him whole if he dared to confront it.
With a heavy heart and a sinking feeling of despair, Naruto knew that there was no escaping the truth of his own complicity. He had danced with the devil, embraced the shadows that whispered sweet promises of power and revenge. And now, as he stood face to face with the consequences of his actions, he could no longer deny the darkness that lurked within.
Hikaru's words struck Naruto like a heavy blow, their weight sinking deep into his consciousness. "I don't blame you for what you did," Hikaru declared, his voice carrying a chilling echo of understanding. "We've both endured the same fate, Naruto. It's only natural that we'd seek retribution against those who took advantage of us sexually."
Naruto felt a chill run down his spine as the implications of his father's words settled in. The revelation shook him to his core, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him. The thought that he and his father shared such a harrowing experience was both surreal and horrifying.
Memories long buried surged to the forefront of Naruto's mind images of a time when innocence was stolen and trust shattered. He had carried the scars of that trauma with him for years, a burden too heavy to bear alone.
But hearing his father speak of their shared suffering, of the unspeakable acts they had endured, ignited a firestorm of rage and resentment within Naruto. How could Hikaru dare to justify their actions, to condone the cycle of violence and abuse that had plagued them both?
"No," Naruto's voice was a whisper, barely audible above the pounding of his own heart. "I won't accept that."
With a steely resolve, Naruto met his father's gaze, his eyes burning with determination. "I won't let our past define us," he declared, his words ringing with conviction. "I'll break free from this cycle of violence and hatred, even if I have to do it alone."
Hikaru's words cut through the tension like a knife, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment. "There's the Naruto I hate so deeply," he spat, his tone dripping with venom. "My son who just will never give up."
Naruto's heart sank at the words, the sting of his father's disdain cutting deeper than any physical wound. He had hoped for understanding, for reconciliation, but all he found was rejection.
As Hikaru continued, Naruto felt a chill settle in the pit of his stomach. "We might be alike," Hikaru admitted, his voice heavy with malice, "but there are parts of you, Naruto, that I so deeply hate."
A sense of dread washed over Naruto as he watched his father reach for something concealed within his coat. With a sinking feeling, he realized what it was a gun.
Fear and disbelief coursed through Naruto's veins as he stared at the weapon, its presence a stark reminder of the danger he faced. He knew that his father was capable of unspeakable acts, but he had never imagined that he would be the target of his wrath.
In that moment, Naruto's instincts kicked into overdrive, his fight or flight response screaming at him to run. But he stood his ground, his gaze locked with his father's, a silent challenge in his eyes.
"I won't let you destroy me," Naruto vowed, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "I won't let you win."
But a deafening bang echoed through the warehouse as Hikaru pulled the trigger, the sharp crack of the gunshot reverberating off the walls. Naruto's world exploded in agony as the searing pain ripped through his leg, sending him crashing to the ground with a cry of anguish.
His vision blurred with tears as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened. The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth as he clenched his teeth against the overwhelming agony, his body convulsing with each wave of pain.
Through the haze of torment, Naruto's gaze locked with his father's, a silent accusation burning in his eyes. How could Hikaru, his own flesh and blood, betray him in such a cruel and callous manner?
But there was no remorse in Hikaru's expression, no hint of humanity in his cold, calculating eyes. Only a twisted satisfaction lingered there, as if the sight of Naruto writhing in agony brought him some perverse pleasure.
As Naruto lay crumpled on the ground, his strength waning with each passing moment, a steely resolve ignited within him. Despite the pain, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, he refused to surrender to despair.
With gritted teeth and trembling limbs, Naruto dragged himself across the cold, unforgiving floor, inch by agonizing inch. Every movement sent shockwaves of pain coursing through his battered body, but he pushed through the torment, fueled by a fierce determination to survive.
Naruto's eyes widened in shock and horror, "How could you?" he gasped, his voice trembling with disbelief and rage.
Hikaru merely chuckled darkly, a twisted smirk playing across his lips. "Oh, Naruto, you really are naive, aren't you?" he taunted, his tone dripping with malice. "You think you're the first to contemplate killing your own flesh and blood?"
The revelation sent a chill down Naruto's spine, the implications of his father's words sinking in like a lead weight. The thought that Hikaru could even entertain such a notion filled him with a sense of dread and revulsion.
But it was Hikaru's next words that struck Naruto like a thunderbolt, shattering his world into a million jagged pieces. "Ruby was quite the smart little girl," Hikaru mused, his voice cold and detached. "She was becoming so much like Ai. But when she discovered that body... well, I couldn't let her walk around so freely."
Naruto's scream ripped through the silence, a primal cry of anguish and despair. "You monster!" he roared, his voice raw with emotion. "You killed her!"
Hikaru's expression remained impassive, unaffected by Naruto's outburst. "I didn't kill her, Naruto," he replied calmly, his tone devoid of remorse. "But a car sure did."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence, the truth of them crushing Naruto's spirit beneath their weight. In that moment, he realized the depth of his father's depravity the lengths he would go to protect his own twisted desires, regardless of the cost.
Naruto stared into the abyss of his father's soul, he knew that there could be no redemption, no forgiveness. Only the cold, unyielding truth of their shared darkness, binding them together in a web of lies and betrayal.
Hikaru's chilling words echoed through the warehouse, Naruto's heart sank with a sickening realization. This was never a game it was a twisted dance of manipulation and deceit, orchestrated by a man consumed by his own darkness.
Before Naruto could utter another word, Hikaru's hand moved with lethal precision, the sound of gunfire ripping through the air once more. Pain exploded in Naruto's chest as the bullet found its mark, searing agony spreading like wildfire through his veins.
With a strangled gasp, Naruto collapsed to the ground, his vision swimming as darkness threatened to engulf him. Blood gushed from the wound, staining the cold, unforgiving floor crimson as he fought to draw breath into his shattered lungs.
Hikaru loomed over him, his expression a mask of triumph as he watched Naruto's lifeblood drain away. "It's been a fun game, my dear boy," he murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "But in the end, I'm the winner."
Naruto's vision blurred as he struggled to stay conscious, his thoughts consumed by a single, burning desire—to see justice served, even if it cost him his life. With every ounce of strength left in his battered body, he reached out for the truth, clawing desperately at the darkness that threatened to consume him.
But it was too late. As the world faded into oblivion, Naruto knew that his battle was over. He had fought with every fiber of his being, but in the end, he was no match for the darkness that lurked within his own father's soul.
And as the darkness closed in around him, Naruto whispered a silent vow a promise to never give up, even in the face of unspeakable evil. For though his journey had come to an end, his legacy would live on, a beacon of hope in a world consumed by shadows.
As Naruto's consciousness ebbed away, enveloped by the icy grip of darkness, he felt a strange sensation a pull, like an electric current coursing through his veins. And then, just as suddenly as it had come, the darkness receded, leaving Naruto blinking in confusion as he found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar place.
It was his childhood home, unchanged and untouched by the passage of time. The walls seemed to whisper secrets of days gone by, memories swirling in the air like dust motes caught in sunlight. Naruto's heart clenched with a mixture of disbelief and longing as he took in the sight before him.
But before he could fully process his surroundings, the door swung open, and there she stood his mother, Ai Hoshino, alive and well. Tears pricked at Naruto's eyes as he beheld her, a wave of overwhelming emotion washing over him like a tidal wave.
Ai rushed forward and gathered Naruto into her arms, her embrace warm and comforting. "There you are, sleepyhead," she chided gently, her voice filled with love and affection. "You've been asleep all day like a lazy boy."
Naruto could hardly believe his eyes or ears. His mother, whom he had mourned for so long, was here before him, her presence a balm to his wounded soul. And then he heard it the sound of laughter, the tinkling of childish voices filled with boundless energy and joy.
Turning his gaze, Naruto saw them his siblings, Ruby and Aqua, alive and well, their faces radiant with happiness. A lump formed in Naruto's throat as he took in the sight of them, the realization of what had transpired washing over him like a gentle tide.
As Naruto stood in his childhood home, the weight of his newfound knowledge bore down upon him like a heavy burden. He had been given a second chance a chance to rewrite the tragic history that had haunted him for so long.
With every fiber of his being, Naruto vowed to himself that this time would be different. This time, he would use his knowledge of the future to protect his loved ones, to prevent the atrocities that had torn his family apart.
No longer would he stand idly by while his father's darkness consumed everything in its path. No longer would he allow his siblings to suffer at the hands of the man who was supposed to protect them.
With a steely resolve, Naruto set out to change the course of fate, armed with the memories of the future and the determination to make things right. He would be a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness, a guardian angel watching over those he held dear.
And as he embarked on his journey, Naruto knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles. But with the love and support of his family by his side, he was ready to face whatever came his way.
For this time, Naruto was determined to emerge victorious to rewrite the story of his life and carve out a brighter future for himself and those he loved. And as he took his first steps into the unknown, he did so with a newfound sense of purpose and determination, ready to seize the opportunity that fate had bestowed upon him.
Naruto felt a whirlwind of emotions coursing through him as he gazed upon his siblings, Aqua and Ruby. Their innocent faces, untouched by the tragedies of the future, filled him with both joy and sorrow.
"What's up, Naruto?" Aqua's voice broke through his reverie, concern etched on his face. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Ruby chimed in, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Yeah, Oni-chan, why do you look so scared?"
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Naruto forced a smile, his heart heavy with the weight of his newfound knowledge. "I'm just... so happy to see you both again," he replied, his voice choked with emotion.
In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of his siblings, Naruto knew that he had been given a precious gift—the chance to make things right, to protect them from the horrors that had plagued their past. And as he embraced his siblings tightly, he silently vowed to never let them go again.
Chapter 1 - Back In Time End
A/N
And that concludes Chapter One. I'd appreciate it if you could let me know your thoughts on this concept.
This story will traverse both the past and the future.
As a big fan of the Oshi No Ko world, I believe it holds immense potential for storytelling. There's so much to explore, which is why I decided to pursue this idea.
I hope you enjoyed reading, and your reviews are greatly appreciated as they motivate me to continue.
Until next time, thank you!