Across the Vast Naruto-verse

by Adventreader221

Naruto... Naruto... more Naruto... WHAT'S WITH ALL THE NARU-oh... that's convenient... a handy summary about... of course... Naruto

92. Chapter 92-A Dragon's Heart

A new Naruto/Game of Thrones, this one is radically different than the other's because Naruto is not a Valyrian and not a overly smart person. Enjoy

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Summary: A man stolen from his world, lost to all he once knew and now simply allowing the time to pass him by through the efforts of his labor. Until she arrived... Daenerys Targaryen... asking him to join her. Can Daenerys help her new companion find himself? In return, can he help her find what she truly desires? Delve into this story and discover the secrets.

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The rhythmic sounds of hammer meeting it's closest of acquaintances (the anvil) rung around the steaming forge, until the noise stopped abruptly. Small buckets sat around filled with water, a large set of bellows was positioned directly over the hearth, and a man huddled over the heated coals, silently awaiting his project to reach appropriate temperatures. No noise could be heard but the low crackle emanating from the forge and steady breathing escaping from the smith's nose. Any observer would never be able to tell that the man was awaiting purely on instinct, countless hours of labor had honed his skills to such a degree where the metal spoke to him in ways another would surely miss; his eyes were no longer necessary.

The moment arrived.

In an unprecedentedly swift motion the man lunged his gloved hand into the flame and yanked out the super-heated blade, with no hesitation he placed it back upon the anvil and began again his work, shaping this harbinger of death into being, giving life to that which will take. But a tool for evil can also be used for good, or so the young man liked to believe. He hoped dearly his weapons were used for protecting, not taking the lives of the innocent; but he knew such suppositions were all allusive and idealistically trite concepts, his weapons were assuredly used to shed the blood of the defenseless. But he was skilled at what he did, and it allowed his mind a curtain of reprieve, a task where he was allowed to work on instinct alone while he could allow his wandering thoughts free reign. Can a lone soul possibly commit to that which they believe when they have no one to connect with?

The blade was nearing its finishing touches, the final quench was approaching, and it left a sort of melancholy in the young man. A finished sword was a good thing, it reflected the skill and work he would place into it, so it was good in its own way, but it always felt he lost a bit of himself when someone walked away with his completed works. Did they know the toil he placed in shaping the blade, the hours of relentless effort he needed to commit to make sure the blade was perfectly balanced with its softness, hardness, sharpness, length, diameter… the list went on endlessly in his mind. There was little doubt that every blade echoed a piece of the his very soul, proclaiming to all that are revealed its surface that he was the creator, and no other blade would possibly match up to its exquisite beauty, nor deadliness.

While these thoughts careened from side-to-side inside the smith's mind, the sword was finished. A bastard sword, simple in its form, but the fruits of his efforts showed. The blade was a single meter long that had a perfectly sharpened edge stained a dark coral color, quite a contrast to the inner sea-green of the metal that reflected his eyes back at him. The handle mirrored the blade well, where guard and pommel matched the outer edge of the blade, the grip's metal and even the leather wrappings were matched to the inner portion.

Taking his creation over to a large, solid piece of steel he had over to the side where a full block of metal that was a foot thick and two long and six inches wide sat, and he swung it horizontally with a lazy flick of his wrist, bisecting the once complete block of metal. The high-pitched hum sent its inharmonious sounds around the area of his open-air forge. Several citizens passing by took a moment to gawk at the blade he was examining closely. Not a blemish touched the surface. Perfection.

Whistling a lazy tune, he picked up a common scabbard for the blade, one he planned to finish working on later, and closed the blade in. Lowering his head to the sword, whispering words that seemed incapable of disturbing even the air—a silent prayer of a wanderer to those the blade would come to impact.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

The voice broke the smith from his isolated stupor, it was a female voice, one rich in youth, but cut from the cloth of an individual who had taken the mantle of leader, but it was a symphonic voice to the smith's weary ears, something about it drew him in instinctively and free of restraint.

"Aye, Khaleesi, the sign there, see it?" 'Uzumaki Blades' was written in Valyrian on a leaf-green sign in rust colored characters. "Every person from pauper to lord in Qarth sings of this man's skill. You asked me to find you skilled individuals, and not only does this man seem to make weapons that are whispered to be superior to Valyrian steel, but he holds no allegiances. I've heard telling that even his past is shrouded in mystery, so I suggest we seek answers before long, if he is agreeable to your invitation."

"Your advice is noted and taken, Ser Jorah. And I do believe he will be… agreeable."

The smith's curiosity piqued, he set down the blade against his anvil and waited with his arms folded for the figures to approach. They assumed he had failed to hear their conversation, they had used lowered voices, but with hearing as keen as his own, it was hardly his fault he found himself eavesdropping on what they discussed. He would not blame them for caution, he actually respected them greatly for the forethought, not that it was astounding in this blood-filled world.

Daenerys Targaryen approached the tall smith that stood shirtless, he was young, possibly only a year or two her senior, his arms crossed over his sweaty and heavily sun-tanned chest. Numerous stab and slash wounds covered his arms and torso, corded muscles covered these previously wounded areas, but one old wound that stood out in particular was a truly grizzly site. Directly to the side of where his heart would be was a massive scar that looked as if a hole had been blown straight through him. How does someone survive such a lethal wound? she pondered inwardly before continuing to size him up. His hair was long, coming down well below his shoulders, it seemed to mirror the sun itself in its color, and his eyes bore into her. The color of piercing orbs seemed to make the sky pale with their vibrancy, but they were also flecked with a strange golden pigmentation that swirled in their depths. The oddest feature he possessed? That would be the unusual markings on his cheeks that closely resembled a feline.

The smith examined them in return, Jorah was a man nearly as tall as him, strong in build, light clothes adorned his body to stave off the heat, and the picture of a bear was stitched into his shirt. His hair was a sandy blond, though slightly receding, he had a weathered face, but there was a steadfastness behind his eyes that the smith related to well.

The beauty next to Jorah captured his attention.

Silver locks spilled down her back, eyes that seemed to be chiseled and formed from amethysts bore into him calculatingly, trying to divest his secrets from appearance alone. Her face was shaped in perfect symmetry, and the light blush from the heat made her all the more attractive in his eyes. A simple but elegant dress draped her body, clearly of high class, but allowing for ease of movement.

"Hello, travelers, looking to place an order?" his voice was amiable, free of any concern or worry, the picture of hospitality.

"No, nothing like that, master smith. My companion and I are here to inquire about… other matters," Daenerys responded smoothly, her velvety voice sent a shiver down her interlocutor's spine. She approached his forge and examined his tools and hearth, no particular interest being shown, but something was operating behind her eyes that he found mysteriously enchanting.

Jorah approached his anvil where he still stood, he had yet to move but an inch, his eyes tracing along Daenerys path transfixed, while the ever loyal man had been drawn by the sword resting against the anvil.

"May I?" he asked out of courtesy.

Startled slightly, the smith glanced over, "Huh? Oh, yeah, knock yourself out, my good man. Let me know what you think."

Jorah palmed the elegant handle, something about the blade felt right in his hands, as if the blade had been shaped and intended to be held by him, that no one else would ever understand this blade the way he felt he did in this moment. Excitement coursed through his veins in a way he had not experienced in years, wrapping his fingers around the leather, he freed the blade from its confine, a hum met the air as the metal sped through it. The blade was a hand-and-a-half sword with a curved cross-guard and a slightly longer hilt than usual but its holder could comfortably grip the hilt with both hands for more powerful blows.

The glyph for "fire" in the High Valyrian Tongue as engraved engraved on both the blade and the scabbard. It had a dark blue scabbard, like the color of the most beautiful sea's, with a leaf-shaped steel cap on the end of the scabbard. The blade itself was a lighter iridescent blue, like the color of afternoon sky. The metal of the blade contained cable-like patterns within it, as well as a flame-like pattern marked the transition between the soft spine of the blade and its hard edges. The guard was made from blue-stained metal. The blade was thin near the end in order to pierce through any of its enemies armor. The grip was made from black hardwood. Lastly, there was a large blue sapphire in the pommel held in place by four ribs, which looked like claws, made from blue leftover steel from the original pieces of the blade.

"This…" it was perfect, not only in its craft, but in his hand, this blade whispered to him, telling him to stand true to his convictions, to fight for the woman he cared for and loved, to stand for what he believed in for the rest of his time.

"I take it you approve, Ser Jorah?"

Jorah looked up at his Khaleesi, an amused smile played on her lips at the dubious expression he had been staring at the sword with.

"Yes, your grace, I've never held a sword as fine as this in all my life," far greater than even Longclaw, he acquiesced internally, not daring to speak such disrespectful words aloud, he had stained his family's name enough for hundreds of life times.

"Well, you're free to have it," the smith lazily said, raising his clenched fist to his mouth in a yawn.

"I dare not ask how much a weapon like this costs," Jorah responded slowly, though a hint of reluctance could be heard stitched between his words.

"No, I mean it now belongs to you, Ser Jorah."

"Surely you jest?"

"I seldom jest these days, good Ser," a distant look housed itself on his visage, staring up into the bright sky, he appeared to be staring somewhere else entirely. "Some days I get orders placed for a particular kind of sword, and I make it for whatever fee the person is willing to pay. Other days I simply feel a need to make a blade. The feeling is overwhelming you see, and all I can do to satiate it is work. When those days occur, I give it away to the first person it seems to connect with. Today just so happened to be one of those days and… you felt it, did you not?" the gaze of the smith unnerved Jorah a bit, he was still away from them, imagining a place no one else could see, but talking to them as if they stood there right next to him. Daenerys watched from the side with rapt interest.

"Aye, I cannot explain what it was with words properly, but the sword called to me even before it touched mine hand."

"You'll never find someone who can make blades like I can, I assure you… they're… one of a kind."

"And you give these blades away for free?" Jorah retorted with the evident incredulity spun in his tone, making the question seem far more rude than he had intended.

"Money is a pointless thing for me, Ser Jorah. It can make men follow you, lie for you, kill for you, it can buy anything your heart so desires in the material world. But what if there is nothing the material world offers that you desire? What if you have no desire for power over others? What if all you wish is people stopped killing and raping one another with such fervor and lack of thought? It may seem backwards and foolish, but all I hope for when I make a blade is that it will protect; if life needs to end by steel, that it is done in an act seeking to free others from their chains, to protect an innocent child from torture, a father protecting his family, whatever the purpose… I simply hope and pray for better and brighter days."

Daenerys listened intently, unfolding his words over in her mind. She wondered how someone so clearly skilled could be so abstracted from the world that surrounded him. No desire of material things? Everyone she had crossed in the world sought something for themselves deep down, whether it be power, recognition through position, satisfaction through fulfilling one's inner lust, or simply to fill their coffers evermore. A man entirely disconnected from these things was alien to her mind, but it was also a breath of fresh air in this caustic world, and there was something about this man that drew her in. Perhaps his beliefs in protecting those incapable of doing so drew her closer, but before she knew it, she was standing next to the anomaly of a man. He still stared off into the sky.

Placing her hand delicately onto his shoulder, he was jolted from his reverie, gaze snapping over to hers.

"What is your name?" she had failed to ask earlier, but she felt an itching need to know.

"Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki."

Such a strange name, it sounded bizarre to her ears, something entirely misplaced.

"An interesting name. Does it have any meaning?"

A smile quirked onto his lips, "Yeah, it's one of a kind," he chuckled at his jape darkly, hating the truth weighing behind those words, "Naruto means maelstrom… And Uzumaki means spiral."

"What language does it come from?"

"Trust me, no one would know it."

'How can no one know a language? Nothing about this man makes any sense, but it doesn't frustrate me, it intrigues me. There's so much pain in his eyes, more than I've seen in even the poorest of soul's.'

Jorah watched the conversation from the side with interest, allowing his Khaleesi to handle this conversation, but equally intrigued by the man's odd statements.

"Would you join me, Naruto Uzumaki? You say you seek nothing, but I can offer you a place among my people, we could use someone of your talents."

"And just who are you exactly?" Naruto asked in a teasing tone. Daenerys bristled at the casualness of his voice, until she stopped short, realizing that she had failed to introduce herself to him. Her inquisitiveness had thrown away her manners, when was the last time something like that had happened?

"Forgive me, it does seem rather presumptuous to gain an ally without proper introductions, doesn't it?" she said easily, letting the anxiousness spill out of her. This man had her on edge, but not in a way where she felt unsafe. If anything, this was the one of the least intimidating men she had met. But that was just it, it felt as if he were a coiled spring, waiting to be released if the proper pressure was needlessly applied. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of her name, Mother of Dragons, and Khaleesi."

A low whistle escaped the man's lips, "I heard talk that you had made your way into the city, but I assumed it was merely a baseless rumor. Forgive me if I was rude, your Grace," he seemed genuine in his apology, "I've always tended to do poorly with nobility, it isn't exactly something I can adjust to easily."

"You've done fine," she said with an absent wave of her hand. "So, what do you think about my previous proposition? Will you join me?"

His gaze steeled itself as a question formulated deep within, "Why do you fight, Daenerys Stormborn?" he raised a finger to stop her, before finishing, "Outside of returning the kingdoms your family once ruled back under your command, why is it that you fight?"

Why did she fight? After everything she had seen with the Dothraki, the way slaves were treated over the entirety of Essos, a world full of strife and subject to the whims of those with riches, there was only one thing she fought for now.

"I fight to free those in chains. The oppressed are silenced in this land. I was not born here, but I grew here. This land is as much a home to me as the way the ever-distant Westeros truly is. When I see the weak put under the whip… it boils my blood, makes me want to spit fire upon these… Masters. I want mothers to be able to feed their babes, for fathers to have proper work to provide for their own, for children to be allowed to learn and explore what they desire in the world..." a shadow containing the memory of her dead and unborn son flashed across the axis of her mind, bringing a grimace across her beautiful face, but she pushed onward, "Will you watch these people be put under the boot of the powerful? Or will you come with me and free this world?"

As she unwound the anger that had stacked up from expressing how she truly felt, a hand was extended to her, looking up the arm she saw Naruto beaming at her, smiling in a manner that made you want to drop all your guards was on his stuck to his lips. She grabbed onto it, shaking it firmly.

"I'll follow you, Daenerys Stormborn."

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Night began its descent upon the city of Qarth, dark tendrils stretching through alleyways, along the docks, the buildings being the catalyst of their expansion as the world above began to twinkle into life. Sat atop the home of Xaro Xhoan Daxos (the rich and pompous asshole that had provided Daenerys and her people refuge in the city after their journey across the Red Waste) was Naruto, running the day over in his head again and again, trying to understand why he had chosen to follow Daenerys. Her drive to free the oppressed was commendable, but he knew that was secondary to what he had seen behind her eyes. A past of pain, one where she had been dragged along for the ride for so long, but now she was the pilot of her own existence, and that captivated Naruto, drove him to want to get closer to the beautiful woman. But those were all foolish ideas, he was a no one. The sky was proof enough of that. Neither a star he could recognize no matter which direction he looked, nor a foreign planet that seemed familiar—nothing. This was a place he did not belong but now found to be his home. Will he ever adapt?

Ripped from his musings, he heard the gentle huff of breath as someone climbed up the rampart to get to him. What is she doing? He could hear the beautiful Targaryen woman mutter quietly about stupid smiths that like to climb and ignore her, making him chuckle. When her hand touched the top, she began to pull up, but a slight loosening of her fingers allowed gravity to work its devilry, yanking her body back to the balcony below. Before Daenerys could fall even an inch, a gust of wind picked up and she found her hand in the grip of Naruto.

'But-but he was on the other side… how did he move so quickly? That couldn't have been but the blink of an eye.'

"Careful there, princess, the buildings capture moisture at night that burns off from the sea during the day. Makes it rather dangerous without proper hold."

"Clearly, but what are you doing up here? I went to look for you in your room, but the servants said you came up here hours ago."

"Oh, and what did you want from me?"

"Answers."

"Isn't that what so many want? Answers for the riddles that life binds us with?"

"Perhaps, but you seem… different. You're like a tree somehow surviving in the desert, no water, no other plant life to draw from, you are alone in a world even when surrounded by others. I've met a variety of people in my travels, but no one has the presence of… absence that you seem to exist in… perpetually."

A deep sigh lead down the confusing path of human emotions into full-blown laughter, drawing out the ire of the woman sitting next to him, an experience Naruto was all too familiar with, so plenty happy to diffuse..

"Sorry, sorry. You simply have no idea how right you are… the irony simply stunned my mind and set me off, entirely inexcusable on my part," the mirth dancing in his voice gave little credence to the validity of his apology, but she somehow found herself not angered by his attitude. It felt different having someone treat her… normally? As if she were any other person, not an object to be placed on a pedestal, where every detail is examined to find what uses you can play in their game.

"Then who are you, Naruto Uzumaki? What do you fight for?"

"Oh, using my own words against me. How devilish of you, Daenerys," his eyes redirected themselves from her own to the clouds above, "Does the sky seem familiar to you, Daenerys? Does it bring you comfort seeing the ever present lights above that guide you through the world at night, do they give you hope that those lights are other worlds far away that perhaps resemble your own?"

"I suppose, I don't think I've ever thought of the what stars are in significant length."

"Well, it brings me only pain. It is a reminder," his voice was dim, a whisper on the wind that caressed gently within her ears.

"A reminder of what?" trepidation dripped from her tone, wondering what this man would reveal.

"I do not belong to this world."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it does. This world is not where I was born."

"You actually expect someone to believe that?" her voice was shaky, granted it was not from anger, but fear, fear that what he said was the complete truth. He had said jesting was an irregularity for him.

"I expect no one to believe me, but you are the first person to truly observe my interactions with the world and ask about who I am. The people I've interacted with have only been concerned with what I can give to them. Our worlds are similar in many respects… the strong rule over the weak… but the things that divided those in my own were different than this."

"Such as?"

"Such as… you know of magic, no?"

The simple word, magic, made the woman next to him want to rage and scream, the wretched practice had stripped her of both husband and child, "I do."

The frostiness in her voice was not missed by Naruto, but he decided (wisely) to venture on and not unwind past, still festering wounds, "My world had something... similar, but very different. Picture this, can you imagine a woman your height and size being able to blow apart mountains with nothing but her fist?"

A gentle laugh escaped Daenerys' lips, the concept being so utterly preposterous that it could only be a joke… from anyone else, "No, I cannot say such an image is easy to imagine."

"Well, I witnessed it. The woman was quite special to me, the closet thing I've ever known what having a sister would be like was with her. War… war destroys so much… and my world was no stranger to war, it was in our nature to fight. Here, 'magic' is supposedly on the decline, it has been for over a millennia, but, in my world, the numbers that could use our 'power'… were immense. Our skill in killing each other only improved in its brutality and its efficiency, further strangulating the relations of borders. Eventually, this all culminated in a single mad-man seeking to rule our entire world… his plan was… horrid."

"What was it?" Daenerys whispered in interest. All thoughts of doubt were thrown out for her, the allure of his melancholic voice captured her in its darkened allure.

"A world of illusion. One where you are allowed to live whatever life you most dearly desired. Have you lost loved ones? They shall live again in this world. A place where all the things you believe should have taken place in your life will in this world. A lie. Such a wretched lie!" his arm swiped through the air, as if trying to cast away some imaginary foe that haunted him. "In my world, people were born with… special gifts… his family's gift were the eyes they possessed. Those cheating, bullshit eyes," Naruto slammed his foot against the ground in frustration, sending spidery ripples of cracks through the ground at their feet, shaking the floor beneath them, shocking Daenerys and almost knocking her over if he had not reached out and steadied her with ease, sending her an apologetic expression.

"Imagine if your enemy could predict everything you did before you did it. Those damnable eyes allowed them to slow down your movements, take in every detail behind them to find the faults in your attack… Anything the eyes perceived were recorded in their memory for life, giving the eyes the nickname of the 'Copy Wheel', they could strip the hard work and toil another put into learning in mere moments. Gods, those cursed eyes haunt my dreams every night. What this monster wanted to take advantage of from the eyes were their powers of illusion," Naruto pointed to the moon clinging gently above the surface of the sea. "He called it the 'Moon's eye plan', where he would project his gaze upon the moon, subjecting the world to their fantasies. Forever."

Silence danced between the two, it was not an uncomfortable one, but Daenerys was reeling. Who had she allowed to join her? This man was not an anomaly, he was the anomaly. She could walk far and wide, and she would never discover another like this man before her. Had she struck gold or lit the flames of her demise by bringing him along with her? He had not a lick of evidence, but he was expressing his pain and frustration at his… failure?

"What happened?"

"Fuck if I know," he said in agitation. "Shit got crazy. It would take so long trying to go over the details of what occurred, it is something I relive in my head each day. But… if I'm to guess? I pray everyone is safe… that they succeeded, but sometimes I wonder if-if its… only a wish."

Tears poured out Naruto's eyes as he stared at the setting moon hovering over them in the sky with a look of absolute hatred, a man who would do anything to tear it out of the sky by the strength of his hands alone, but could only watch from afar as it taunted him each and every time he saw it, again and again in an endless cycle. A gentle hand was placed on his arm, he turned to look back into the eyes that captured him earlier that day, gave him a cord to grab onto and try to find some meaning in this chaos. Daenerys smiled at him sadly, the gentle tears pooling in her eyes reflected off the moonlight in such a way that Naruto, for the first time in so many days, found himself actually thankful for the silvery glow the moon possessed, it admixed with this fiery woman in an ethereal way.

"You are beyond beautiful, Daenerys Stormborn… your beauty and spirit will capture the hearts of those screaming for release, you can free the world from the trappings they find themselves in. What would you have me do?"

Her heart beat in rapid, uneven palpitations. She had been showered with flowery and honeyed words, all in the attempt to gain something from her, to allow them to achieve something through her, but he wanted to know what she would have him do? A man who could conquer the world if he so desired, she could feel it burning in his eyes, strength and will unlike any she imagined, one that dared the world to contradict him, it was something she wanted to embody as well. How does one fight for others but also oneself? She had it backwards, it occurred to her now, she was seeking the power her family once had, and, in proxy, she had found a goal for herself of freeing the slaves. But, deep down, inside the innermost parts of her being that shield their operations from prying eyes, she still felt it was her right for the throne, no approval from others was needed. What would she have done for them? Killed those ruling over them? Allowed for those that surrendered to live? Would she fall into the hole that was the eternal and constantly moving Game, losing all that she once stood for? No, she refused such a reprehensible potentiality.

"Show me something I've never seen before."

A wry grin spread across his lips. She watched as the inner golden pigments of his eyes swirled faster. His right palm rose in the air, her eyes affixed to it in a trance as golden energy began to spiral and swirl inside his hand, his fingers curled around it, not touching, but somehow holding it in place as it hovered above his palm.

"What is it?"

"A creation of the man who gifted with me with this madness we all call life."

"Such a circuitous way to say your father."

"Forgive me for some minor theatrics," he said, a chuckle rumbling from deep within the confines of his chest, one that sounded true to Daenerys, the first since they had met hours before. "He named it the Rasengan… it means 'spiraling sphere' in my language. My old man wasn't exactly the most creative of individuals when it came to naming things."

Giggling lowly to herself, allowing the artificially-built exterior designed to protect her from the manipulations of others to dissolve. She found it relieving to be free of those constraints, if even for but a moment.

"Oh, and how did he name you?"

Naruto ran a hand over the back of his long hair, looking away in embarrassment. Mumbling slightly under his breath.

"What was that? The wind seems to have picked up and carried your voice away with it."

Naruto gave her a pointed glare, one telling her how much he believed such a ridiculous ploy.

"He named me after a character in a book he read… it was written by someone important to both him and myself."

"Who?"

"My teacher, and his before me. He was a strange man, but… deep down he stood for what was right. He fought for a better tomorrow, to free people from the horrors that come from war, to achieve peace. The character in his book embodied this ideal, it was dissected through the interactions he had with the people around him and the actions he committed in search to achieve this dream… He had a phrase he would always use when the situation seemed to be most dire… 'You can give up on me giving up.'" his final words were choked out, as if revealing them was to expose a tremendous burden, a burden that had festered in his soul since arrival, one built entirely upon this single phrase.

"I never gave up… did I?" he seemed to be talking to himself at this point, looking out at the calm waters below, the moon having made its way above them, spilling out an elongated reflection upon the careening surface.

A gentle hand rested itself on his cheek, forcing his attention back to the woman next to him.

"You never answered my question, Naruto."

He let out a choked sob intertwined with laughter filled the night, "Which one?"

"What do you fight for, Naruto Uzumaki?"

A pause broke out as he stared into her eyes, the gaze he sent her way was entirely incomprehensible to her, but, in a word, it was… burning.

"I fight for you, Daenerys Stormborn, I believe in you. The doubt exists in your eyes, the fear that you won't stick to the words you spoke to me earlier, that you desire the power residing behind your family's name. Cast those worries away and focus on your goal; know that whenever you need protection, I'll be behind to catch you. I won't siege cities for you in unwarranted destruction. You must lead your people to free themselves. Prove to them that you can bring them better lives. But, if you are ever in danger, backed into a corner without escape, I will guide you to safety."

Those words struck the young woman, it felt the words trampled over her worries like an angry horde of wild animals set on a rampage. Had she ever trusted another so easily? Everything that had prepared her for ruling told her to keep everyone at an arm's length, that men and women alike had the potential to stick a knife in your back if you allow them the opportunity. But none of that preparation had predicted such an enigmatic individual would appear in her life.

He would never betray her, she could feel it in the marrow of her bones.

"Naruto."

The mentioned man had been staring at the swirling chakra held within his palm, he glanced up at her as he allowed it to fizzle away, vanishing into small golden wisps that found themselves absorbed by the blanket of night, "Yes?"

"Tell me stories of your home."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

The night was young, but they would spend it together, atop the balcony, alone in their small, personal world, whispered tales were weaved of a world so unimaginable to Daenerys that she found herself thankful she had been born here. A foreign part of her wished to have known what this man had been like in his youth, before the inescapable weight of the past tore apart his bright spirit. She was seeing only the tattered remains of who he once was, but could he be pieced back together? It was her wish to see it happen.

XxX

By the time they finished, the moon well onto moving past its highest peak in the midnight sky. He sat in the candlelit room of the abode provided. His legs crossed to where his feet rested on his thighs and he held himself up with not but his pointer and middle finger's, not twitching or even moaning out from discomfort, silent through years of discipline and training in the ways of mastering his innermost thoughts and desires. The door to his room silently opened, no squeaks or creaks from the hinges. A small figure peeked into the glowing room and red eyes locked onto the source of energy, followed by a pair of bronze and finally a pair of gold.

They were their mother's children, yes, but this energy called to them, sang them the song's of the world. From the smell of the air in the sky, the feel of the earth beneath them, the lightning of the clouds of thunder, the water that fell upon their thin little scales, of the fire that burned in their hearts. It was much a part of this man as it was them, but his was far more in abundance than what they had at the current moment, but they could sense that this was just him gathering a sense of what they could feel and see with this human. This human was good, he would help mother accomplish her dreams, would bring more of their kind back from the brink of death.

The little critters silently scuttled across the floor and quickly clamored across his still form, the human no deigning to move or react to their presence. The black one settled in his lap, his baby brothers taking up residence on his shoulder's and then the top of his head respectively. The three of them soon curled up and felt their eyes close as they embraced the energy of the man they felt at one with the world with, and sleep soon embraced the three dragons of Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen. As for Naruto, he only cracked a eye open long enough to see scales of midnight black with red pigments in his lap before they closed once more.

XxX

Daenerys was worried beyond words. When she went to check on her children, her dragons, she found that they had escaped by burning the cages they were in and moved out and the God's only knew where they were right now. So when she and Jorah burst into Naruto's room to ask if he had seen them, the duo stopped when they noticed how he sat, and what occupied his lap. Daenerys remembered talking to him earlier before he had taken the position, but she didn't think he would deign to stay in such a position all night, nor that her dragon's would take a liking to someone they had never met-ever-so quickly. Drogon slept what appeared to be happily in the blonde mans lap, he was on his back where his little leg's slowly kicked in the air as if he were running, and his wings were fully splayed open to the world.

As for his brothers, Viserion was laying as flat as he could on top of his head, his wings hugging either side of Naruto's head, his head dangling at the front of his head while his feet and tail hung loosely behind him while Rhaegal was fully curled around Naruto's shoulder's like a scarf, one of his wings hung loosely and the other was seemingly his head rest for him to put his head. Daenerys sighed in relief, having thought that the man had taken the dragon's and left to parts unknown. But her worries were unfounded, because here they were, taken a liking to a human they had never met, and sleeping peacefully in his lap and on his shoulders and head.

She slowly walked over and scooped Drogon up, the young dragon groggily groaning before he continued to sleep before gathering the other brothers. Viserion, giving a small whine and surprisingly nipping at his mother to continue sleeping, but did so when she had him embraced in her arms, Rhaegal was a heavy sleeper, and didn't even whine nor complain when he was moved into her grasp and then to Jorah's so he could carry him. Returning them to new cages, all of which were crafted immediately upon finding the dragon's, she returned to Naruto's room and roused him from his spot of slumber.

Harder than planned...

XxX

Daenerys stood in one of Xaro's numerous gardens. A gathering of guests were sprawled across the grounds, mingling amongst one another, chatting amiably, but she could see the glances they all sent her way, trying to measure her worth by the way she presented herself. A woman whose name she failed to properly recall was droning on beside her.

"And you must visit the night market. The Qartheen night market is truly one of the marvels this world has to behold," the woman gushed animatedly, attempting to embellish every detail of her wondrous city.

"It sounds wonderful," Daenerys responded blandly, though trying to throw in a semblance of interest to her tone.

"The people of Meereen think they have a night market," she released a light huff at the sheer audacity of such an idea. "I will take you there myself."

"Pardon me, there seems to be something I need to deal with."

Daenerys thanked whatever gods resided above that she spotted Jorah speaking heatedly in Dothraki to two Dothraki soldiers.

"What are they doing?" Daenerys asked seriously, noticing the strange way Malakko was sizing up the statue he was looking at.

"Malakko claims the statue is too heavy to carry. Kovarro decided to call Malakko an idiot, because they can gouge the gems out of the statue, and, since gold is rather soft, cut the rest up to bring with us."

"Or melt it. Very simple." Kovarro grunted to two observers.

"We are his guests!" she hissed in return with their native tongue, "You are not allowed to pry it, to chop it, or to melt it!"

"Of course not, Khaleesi! We will wait until we leave." Kovarro responded, obviously believing fully that such adept moralistic reasoning perfectly justified his theft.

"Not even when we leave!" she retorted, frustration building in her tone.

Kovarro gave her a confused look and asked, "Why not?"

Daenerys scrutinized the man under her stern gaze, "Our host saved our lives from the Red Waste, and this is how we return his kindness? I will hear no more of it!"

Both Kovarro and Malakko gave her annoyed glares as they left the party, the former reaching out and snatching one of the many gold goblets from one of the tables as they did so.

"My brother once claimed that the only thing Dothraki are skilled at accomplishing is stealing that which other men have built."

"Aye, but their skills are twofold: stealing what the better men have built by being ferocious warriors and showing no mercy in their skill with the blade."

"That's not the kind of queen I'm going to be," Daenerys said determinedly, thoughts of her late night conversation with Naruto floating to the surface of her lake-bed of memories, 'Is this what 'the Will of Fire' is supposed to feel like? Perhaps if the Targaryen's had met such a man before the Dance of Dragons… does it make me an awful person that I'm secretly happy he's here, now, with me? Not somewhere else, landed in some other world… He's suffered so much, but why does his loyalty to me feel so… intoxicating?'

Meanwhile, as her thoughts were running from left to right, she had failed to notice the man approaching Jorah and herself. He was tall, with a long cloak hung over his body, the lapel fluttered out at the back in a circular shape, creating a dome around his bald head, which was gaunt, appearing hallowed out, stained blue lips were chapped, and his bloodshot eyes were unashamedly trained on Daenerys.

"Mother of Dragons, on behalf of the Warlocks of Qarth, I welcome you to our esteemed city," he paused for a moment after giving a slight bow. "A demonstration, perhaps?

He held out a his hand, a small gem dangling from the tips of his fingers, offering Daenerys to take a closer look at it. She obliged the man, seeing no reason to not humor him. She wanted to know what tricks this Warlock had in store.

"Take this gem," so she did, holding it in her palm, "Look at it, deep into its depths… so many facets. Tread carefully, for you look closely enough, you will see yourself in them… often more than once," his voice was whispered and sweet, trying to present what occurred next as marvelous.

Looking over her shoulder, the crowd gasped as they spotted a doppelganger of the Warlock standing behind her. But what followed directly after startled even the Warlock.

"I don't see what the big idea is!" came a loud exclamation from the side.

Daenerys recognized that voice.

"I know, right? Like, yeah, so what, I can clone myself. What a chump."

"I bet three hundred gold honors."

"Call."

"Call."

"Fold."

"Fuck you. Fold."

Everyone's attention was directed at the table that seemed to have gone unnoticed for some time, until the attention was drawn towards it from the loud conversation the group started, right when the Warlock made his big display, 'How convenient.' Daenerys chuckled in her mind at her friend's play. Drawing attention to himself in a very effective manner, but he must be playing a bigger game, of this she was certain. She would simply wait and observe his choice of tactics. The table previously mentioned was filled with blond haired clones chatting, betting, and laughing away as they ate at the various treats offered to guests, no care that the food was being entirely wasted on them. Dear reader, you cannot blame them for such a decision! The guests already wasted enough on themselves, whilst the Naruto's were simply reflecting the gluttonous spirit of the opulent back at them.

"As you can see, Warlock, your tricks are not so impressive," Daenerys said dismissively, as if she were talking to someone of absolutely no consequence whatsoever.

The Warlock shot her a heated glare as he swept out of the party in a swift stride, not before he snagged the gem out of Daenerys' hand roughly.

"Do you know who that is?" the voice of Xaro came from her side, he was staring at the men at the table in abject confusion.

A small smile danced on the corner of her lips, threatening to expose full-blown laughter if she did not tread… carefully, 'Damn you, Naruto Uzumaki!'

"I do in fact," she said no more, sending the bait out.

"And…" (so easy,) "who is it?"

"Someone Ser Jorah here recommended I send an invitation to… join my ranks. He has been an excellent acquisition."

She could tell Xaro was beginning to fume at her evasiveness, if the tightening of his jaw and temple were any indicators, so he asked more directly, "His name, what is his name?"

'Calm yourself, Xaro, how unbecoming-coming from one of such…. nobility.' the Dragon Queen sneered in her mind.

"Oh, I'm surprised you don't recognize him. Well, he did trim his hair this morning at my suggestion." Trimming was putting it lightly, his hair was back to the length he had it when he arrived in this world, though it still baffled the crowd with how it seemed to break the constraints of gravity. It spiked and stood in random directions without the application of any cosmetic product, a most unusual head of hair no matter where you traveled in Essos or Westeros. "He's rather famous in your illustrious city, my Lord, he used to run a small forge… perhaps you've heard of it? What was it called again, Ser Jorah?"

She knew the name. How could she not? But this was another way to waste the man's time, something she was deriving great pleasure from at this moment in time.

"It was 'Uzumaki Blades', Khaleesi," Jorah added casually, eyeing the blonds with a look of utter bemusement, but trying to stifle it by answering her question as normally as possible.

"Y-you can't be serious! Do you have any idea how much money I've had my servants offer the man to work for me exclusively?! And he joins you for what? Your cunt?!" Xaro was furious, the slight on his person he felt this bastard had just committed made him desire blood to stain his grass in retribution.

"Oi," Xaro was pulled from his thoughts at the call coming from another version of the blond, leaning against one of the pillars of the veranda his party was in, though the eyes boring into him told him this was the real Uzumaki. "Talk to my queen like that again and you won't be able to eat, speak, or sleep… ever."

The threat was followed up by the blonds at the table having turned their attention on Xaro, grinning maniacally at him, begging to be thrown a reason to strike him down. Each eye present was affixed to the scene playing out, unable to tear themselves away. But, something else was strange, random guests sprinkled throughout the party had the same predatory gleam in their eyes, like they were in on something he was not. He had never felt so worried to be in his own home in all his life.

Daenerys made her way to Naruto and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Now, now, Naruto, I'm sure Xaro was simply… forgetting himself. Isn't that right, My Lord?" the condescension that poured from her lips was a sweet symphony to Naruto's ears.

"Y-yes, forgive me, it simply astounded me that you would join our Khaleesi here," Xaro stuttered out quickly.

"Hmm… I'll forgive you… momentarily," Naruto responded. "Come, Ser Jorah, your grace, there are things we must discuss," he added as he guided Daenerys out of the party with his arm looped through hers, Jorah following closely behind.

Once they made their way into the beautiful Qartheen streets, sandy buildings lined each sides, the architecture was magnificent. The city was an escape from the Red Waste, this was paralleled quite plainly with the lavish interior and the 'Garden of Bones' that existed right outside the city's triplet wall system. They passed by fountains with fixtures of manticores, dragons, and griffins, all done in a fashion fit only for the wealthiest, buildings with massive archways that had columns adorned in bronze that reflected the gleaming overhead sun, and people streamed through the busy streets with an excited chatter and optimistic spirit.

"Here will do nicely," Naruto said as he pulled Daenerys off to the side.

"Here?" she asked doubtfully.

"People think they should find somewhere discreet for passing intel. Look around," he waved his hand at the people passing by. "Do any of them appear to care about what the three of us are up to? Most focus on themselves when in such large numbers; it becomes overwhelming to try and pick someone out of in this mess unless you narrowed the proximity between yourself and the target."

"He has a point, Khaleesi," Jorah added.

"So what did you find?"

"Nothing good. I would recommend our third plan."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Doreah is already nestled nicely in Xaro's pockets… I'm sorry," Naruto said while his eyes shone with sympathy.

"It's… okay. I… don't really know how to feel about that. What were they planning?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Tell me."

"They were going to steal your dragons," Naruto said with a gulp at the burning fury that ignited in her eyes.

"How dare those cretins think they can touch me children?! And Doreah… Drogon loves her… how dare she even think to cross me?!" Daenerys began rambling about the revenge she would enact until she was torn from these gentle musings by Naruto tapping her forehead. She glanced up to see Jorah smiling lightly at her, a hint of regret could be seen in his eyes at what was revealed, "So that's it? We leave?" she asked Naruto.

"Wait, what?" Jorah asked in confusion.

"That's right," Naruto answered.

"Where are we going?" Jorah inquired, wondering what this man and his Khaleesi had talked about last night, it seemed plans upon plans had been prepared with the enigmatic smith.

"Meereen."

"Meereen?" Jorah asked.

Naruto nodded, "The place where Slavery makes he greatest profit in the world." he told the man, "If we can acquire a way to ensure they notice us, then we can easily take them. The only problem I see, is surviving the journey. Luckily, I have ways to take care of that." Naruto said.

"Well, what are we going to do about Xaro and Doreah? If it is as you say and they do intend on betraying me to have the power of my dragon's, I don't see what we can do without garnering suspicion." Daenerys said.

"Simple, we play our cards early, catch them in the act, and go from there. I have plenty of gold from not just my wares, but other... activities I guess you can say... from before I began smithing in these lands. It's not hard, he should be taking her to his chamber's in the next couple hours to spoil her with his lies." Naruto told her, "If we work it right, we can not only catch them, but expose them for it as well." Naruto shrugged, "Simple stratagem on espionage." he explained.

"So, what do you need us to do?" Daenerys asked, a fire in her eyes.

Naruto smirked, "What I need, that's simple. On the dawn of the morrow, you need to get your men and dragon's and come with me, when we finish with Xaro and his cunt of a lover, I'll take care of some personal business here and see you at the port." he told her.

xxXXxx

Xaro was sleeping peacefully in his bed with a woman. Sleeping in bliss and ignorance until he felt something pulled from neck. He awoke and sat up to see a hooded man holding his key and Daenerys with her men and holding her dragons in his room. The woman next to him woke up and Daenerys saw it was Doreah, she had betrayed her.

Doreah saw Daenerys and tried to come up with a lie. "Khaleesi, please. He said you never leave Qarth alive, I—" the woman tried to plea, only to fail spectacularly as Daenerys interrupted her with a single word, "Come." Daenerys said as she left.

Xaro stood up as Jorah and Naruto drew their swords and pointed it at him. Xaro and Doreah were bound and dragged down to Xaro's supposedly impenetrable vault. When they had gathered around the door, Naruto inserted the key, and turned it, aligning it with the locks and opened it. He pushed open the vault as Daenerys walked in to see nothing, Xaro had been lying about his wealth.

"Nothing." Daenerys said as she saw the empty vault. She then turned to Xaro with a sickly sweet smile on her face, "Thank you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos. Thank you for teaching me this lesson." Daenerys said, "Lock them in the vault, no food or water. They have no wealth so they will die with no wealth." she commanded as she ordered her men to put them in the vault and shut the door, leaving them in there forever.

"Wait, Khaleesi, I can be of use to you, I swear it!" Doreah begged.

"I can help you, I had the other Lord's of Qarth assassinated this morning, as king I can really and honestly truly help you!" Xaro cried out, but they were ignored. And soon enough, the door was closed to their whining and begging, but Daenerys didn't care, they crossed her and would pay. Jorah took the key out and handed it to Daenerys. She then handed it to Naruto who surprised them as he crushed it in his hands.

"So, what business do you need to take care of here while we remain in Qarth?" Daenerys asked.

"The Warlocks have something of mine, it holds immense power, I will retrieve what is mine and meet you at the docks." he told her as they moved back to Xaro's house to take anything that was of value, but in the end-nothing was. Jorah saw that all of his gold looked real but was fake. The man was a enormous liar. "It's all a lie." Jorah told Daenerys.

"Looks real enough to me. Real enough to buy a ship?" Daenerys asked.

"Aye, a small ship." Jorah said as she nodded to him and left. "Take all the gold and Jewels!" Jorah told the Dothraki. Hearing these words, the Dothraki cheered happily, they could do what they do best now.

Daenerys walked down the hall holding her dragons, happy that she was reunited with her children. "Well done, Daenerys, now we are getting somewhere." She heard as she turned to see Naruto leaning against the wall.

"Thank you, for your help." Daenerys said.

"Don't mention it." Naruto said with a shrug as he got off the wall.

"You said that you would come with us, so that means you have concluded your business with the Warlock's yes? You've proven to me that you are a smart and cunning person and helped me keep my dragons." Daenerys said.

"I did, aye, wasn't to hard considering their abilities were paltry tricks at best and terrible imitations at worst." he said as he silently drew what appeared to be a large broadsword from his back. Looking at the sword, Daenerys noticed that that it was a large broadsword with a strengthened, ridged and lightened blade. It was broader by the tip and narrowed down all the way to its broad steel hand-guard, which arcs over to the pommel, and the handle grip was covered in black leather. The sword would've been a cutting weapon because of its thick width, and was embedded with three Sapphires of the most amazing shade of blue. Unique among other swords, this weapon possesses a strengthened, ridged and lightened blade that narrowed down all the way to its broad steel hand-guard, a jeweled hilt.

"Your expression, does this have to do with what you possibly saw at the House of Undying?" she questioned, not knowing anything of what it showed as she never went.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Your own expression was telling enough." Daenerys said before swallowing heavily, "They're just illusions though, right? Illusions made to mess with your mind." Daenerys said.

"Not illusions, the things they showed me were visions. Visions of what the future holds for you, for me, for a lot of people." Naruto said as he walked next to her.

"Do they come true?" Daenerys asked.

"That depends." Naruto asked.

"Depends on what?" She asked.

"Whether or not you want them to." Naruto said as they left.

Returning to Naruto's shop, he told the Khalisar to gather his wares, tools and equipment, and everything of value. The Dothraki, happily complying as-in heir heads-it was gained of conquest. Naruto however, went into his home and gathered several scrolls and pouches and sealed them away all into a small seal engraved on his arm. With that done, he walked to his bed, and dragged a small chest out from under the bed and opened it and peered inside. Within this chest were four eggs, Dragon's eggs to be precise. He acquired them through a bet with a merchant trying to sell them for a large sum of money and lost to Naruto and his immense luck. Actually Naruto cheated his win and took them and a large sum of money from the pompous prick.

He had sensed the large quantity of life energy inside each of the eggs and felt a desire to save them. He hadn't tried anything to hatch them because he was unsure that anything he tried to do would work. He had, however, been channeling his Sage chakra into the individual eggs to strengthen their life forces. He had done the same with Drogon and his siblings when they had snuck into his room and slept upon his meditating form. He didn't really need sleep when Natural Energy flowed through him and it would act as a perfect energy pool to draw on for a large sum of time.

The eggs were all beautiful, and each a different color pattern. The eggs are roughly the size of a human child's head, and, when he had firs held them, as heavy as stone, so they had to be held with both hands. The outer shell of the eggs is covered in scales, with vastly different color patterns between eggs, usually matching the color of the dragon inside

The first egg was black with green swirl patterns on it, he had checked the life energy within and felt that it was 'male'in nature and was positive it was male in gender.

The second one was blue with magenta specks littering the egg. Having checked the eggs energy, he determined that this one was female in nature and was sure she was a girl, as were the remaining three dragon eggs he possessed.

The third egg was gold and had crimson-pink swirls on it, she was also the most energetic, always taking the most when he channeled Sage Jutsu Chakra into her egg unlike her siblings.

The final egg was bronze with deep brown markings across it.(1-4)

Closing the chest, he locked it and used a blood seal as a added layer of protection, and left. He quickly met Daenerys by the docks and nodded as he brought the chest into a room for himself and stashed it away. And soon enough, the ship was underway. Daenerys and her group were on the ship that Jorah found for her and were sailing for Astapor. Daenerys loved it as she felt the wind blow in her hair and the crisp ocean air rush against her face. She smiled as she saw her three dragons fly around the ship, diving in the water to catch fish and spread their wings. The dragons had grown from their small size and were now the size of large dogs and small ponies respectively and were growing faster and faster as time went on. She saw Drogon dive into the water and fly back out with a large ray fish in his mouth. He threw the fish in the air, roasted it with his fire breath and ate it.

Drogon then flew down on the ship railing as Daenerys pet his head. "They're growing fast." Jorah said.

"Not fast enough. I can't wait that long." Daenerys said as she watched Drogon fly away. "I need an army."

"We'll be in Astapor by nightfall." Naruto remarked as he walked up next to her and nodded to Jorah.

"Some say the unsullied are the greatest soldiers in the world." Jorah said.

"The greatest slave soldiers in the world, distinction means a good deal to some people." Daenerys told Jorah.

"Do those people have any better ideas on how to put you on the Iron Throne?" Jorah asked.

"It's too beautiful a day to argue." Daenerys said as he heard another Dothraki puke. She saw all the Dothraki were suffering from horrendous boat sickness. They were woozy and puking over the sides of the ship.

"Your right. Another lovely day on the high seas." Naruto said as they saw how miserable the Dothraki were.

"Don't mock them. They're the first Dothraki who've ever been on a ship. They followed me across the poison water. If they do others will and with a true Khalasar." Daenerys said.

"The Dothraki follow strength above all, Khaleesi. You'll have a true Khalasar when you prove yourself strong. And not before." Jorah told her.

"And what better way to show her strength than to have a army of warriors willing to fight for her." Naruto snorted.

"You would be worthy more than any army, any dragon of history or legend." Daenerys whispered to him as Drogon rubbed his head against the blond's arm for some affection.

"That may be, but we cannot afford to tip our hand so soon. Human nature is easy to exploit if you know what you look for. The Master's of the Unsullied are filled with greed, and I cannot afford a army even with my funds from making weapons." he told her.

When noon fell and the ship had pulled into the harbor at Astapor: the home of the Unsullied, the greatest slave army in Essos and a major slave trading city. Jorah told her she could buy her army to take the iron throne but it would be an army of slaves and she had her issues with that.

When she arrives, she is given a tour of the Unsullied barracks by the owner, Kraznys mo Nakloz, and his slave girl Missandei who is acting as a translator since Kraznys speaks in old Valryian. They walk through the barracks to the main area as Kraznys is saying something and Missandei translates.

"The Unsullied have stood her for a day and a night with no food or water. They will stand until they drop, such is their obedience." Missandei told Daenerys.

"They may suit my needs. Tell me of their training." Daenerys said as Missandei translates.

"The Westerosi woman is pleased with them, but speaks no praise to keep the price down. She wishes to know how they are trained." Missandei told Kraznys.

"Tell her what she should know and be quick about it. The day is hot." Kraznys said.

"They begin their training at 5. Everyday they drill from dawn to dusk until they have mastered the short sword, the shield and the three spears. Only one boy in four survives this rigorous training. Their discipline and loyalty if absolute. They fear nothing." Missandei said.

"Even the bravest men fear death." Jorah said.

"The knight says even brave men fear death." Missandei told Kraznys.

"Tell the old man he smells of piss." Kraznys said.

"Truly, mast—" "No, not truly. Are you a girl or goat to ask such a thing?" Kraznys told her.

"My master says the Unsullied are not men. Death means nothing to them." Missandei said as Kraznys looked at Daenerys.

"Tell this ignorant whore of a Westerner to open her eyes and watch." Kraznys said as he went to one of soldiers.

"He begs you attend this carefully, your grace." Missandei told Daenerys.

Kraznys then walked up to one of the soldiers and cuts off his nipple as Daenerys went to tell him to stop but Naruto held a hand up to silence her before she could cry out about the treatment, though he did glare back for the look she sent him.

"To win his shield, an Unsullied must go to the slave market with a silver coin, find a newborn and kill it before it's mothers eyes. This way, my master says, he makes certain that there is no weakness in them." Missandei said as Daenerys was horrified.

"You'd take a baby from it's mother's arms, kill it as she watches and pay her troubles with a silver coin?" Daenerys asked, horrified at the idea.

"She is offended. She asks if you pay the coin to the mother, for her dead baby." Missandei told Kraznys.

"What a soft mewling fool this one is." Kraznys said.

"My master would like you to know that the silver is paid to the babies owner, not mother." Missandei told Daenerys as she tried to swallow that horrible truth.

"How many do you have to sell?" Daenerys asked as Missandei translated and Kraznys held up 8 fingers.

"Tell the Westerosi whore she has until tomorrow." Kraznys said.

"Master Kraznys asks that you please hurry. Many other buyers are interested." Missandei as she and her master left.

Daenerys and Jorah left and walked to the docks as she tried to process what she just witnessed and what she was told about the Unsullied. "8,000 dead babies." Daenerys said, disgusted.

"The Unsullied are a means to an end." Jorah told her.

"Once I own them, these men—" Daenerys went to respond only for her to be interrupted, "They're not men. Not anymore. They stopped being men the moment the blade was put to the thing that made them male at the time of their birth." replied Jorah sadly knowing these soldiers wouldn't be able to know the intimacy with a woman.

"Once I own an army of slaves, what will I be?" She asked.

"You think these slaves will have better lives serving Kraznys and men like him or serving you." Jorah said as they saw a little girl playing with a ball. They walked up to her as she ran away, "You'll be fair to them. You won't mutilate them to make a point. You'll won't order them to murder babies. You'll see them properly fed and sheltered. A great injustice has been done to them. But you will undo it." Jorah said as Daenerys smiled as she watched the girl play ball. The girl then rolled the ball over to Daenerys.

Daenerys then picked it up and looked at the girl who motioned her to twist it open. She smiled as she twisted it open but before anything could happen, Naruto knocked it out of her hand and the girl hid behind some boxes. Daenerys was accidentally pushed to the ground when Jorah tried to restrain the blond blacksmith but she saw that the top of the ball had come off to reveal a manticore. An extremely poisonous scorpion-like insect.

Daenerys froze a little in fear as she saw the poison insect and backed away, very slowly. The manticore then scurried towards Daenerys as she backed away but before it could rech her, Naruto stabbed his sword down into the manticore before it could get to her. Naruto, Daenerys and Jorah looked to the see the child step out from the boxes and glared with a blue mouth and teeth, like Pyat Pree. The child ran to the water as the figure chased after her but when he got to the water, the child was gone. Naruto, Daenerys and Jorah turned to see the child looking at them from the archway and walked away. "The warlocks." Daenerys said as the girl had some features that resembled Pyat. The warlocks most likely want Daenerys dead after she her dragons escaped the men and Naruto killed some of their numbers. She then turned to the cloaked and hooded figure. "I owe you my life, Ser."

"Don't mention it. I'll just add it to the tab." grinned Naruto. Daenerys has a small smile, seeing the man who helped her come back.

"Thank you, for saving me Naruto." Daenerys said.

"That's three you owe me." Naruto joked as Jorah walked up and shook hands, thankful for the save.

"I assume it was a trap for her to steal the dragon's and kill you?" Jorah asked.

"Something like that, I assume that the Warlocks were only mad I killed their leader and kept them from obtaining the dragons before I went and sealed their abilities away for the most part. I never did like cheap knock offs." he said.

"So, what do we do now?" Daenerys asked as Naruto and Jorah walked with her.

"Well, we could always go with plan b." Jorah said.

"And what exactly would that entail" Naruto asked.

"But the Unsullied." the man said.

"That was the plan to begin with, nothing more and nothing less." Daenerys said, "We both know I need a army to fight with. I can't return to Westeros as I am and with what I have now for a Khalasar," replied Daenerys with Naruto nodding in agreement.

"No argument there. Still, I can tell the idea of commanding a slave army does not appeal to you. As it shouldn't since such an army is for the cruelest of people. All the same, you need the army regardless of your personal feelings about the Unsullied," said Naruto, as he saw Daenerys thinking things over in her head.

"There is also the issue of paying for them. We have nowhere near enough money to buy 8,000 Unsullied soldiers," remarked Jorah knowing the fake gold used to get them a ship to Astapor wouldn't fool anyone here since gold was looked at from top to bottom to ensure it was indeed the genuine element.

"There are other things one might use in place of the gold or silver," commented Naruto while giving Daenerys a knowing look.

"You don't mean...?" questioned Daenerys after a moment of realization.

"Yes I do. The Masters will not turn such an opportunity down to have one for 8,000 Unsullied," replied Naruto with Daenerys not liking the idea.

"They will push for more then just one," Daenerys shot back.

"And you will tell them they get only one. Not two. Not three. One. Make sure they know its either one or none," said Naruto knowing Daenerys held all the cards with what she had to trade with.

"If they can't have three, the Masters will want the biggest one," remarked Jorah since he had an idea of what they were currently discussing.

"And Daenerys here will agree. Also, see if you can get the slave girl who translated for the Master earlier. Missandei I believe is her name. A woman like that knows many key things about Essos and what goes on here on this side of the world. A slave with her kind of responsibilities allows her to know things she didn't realize were so important to even know due to her status as a slave," replied Naruto with Daenerys nodding.

"You do know neither of the three dragons will take too kindly in being departed from their Mother," remarked Jorah with Naruto looking at him and it was clear the masked man had a cruel smile behind it.

"I know. Especially Drogon. He shows signs of a mean temper. If all goes according to plan, Daenerys will get her army and more," said Naruto while walking beside Jorah and Daenerys.

Soon enough the trio were walking along the walk of punishment in Astapor.

"The walk of punishment is a warning, Daenerys." Naruto told her.

"To who?" Daenerys asked.

"To any slave contemplating doing what these slaves did." Naruto told her as she stopped in front of a slave chained up.

"Give me your water." Daenerys told Jorah.

"Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death." Jorah told her.

Daenerys walked up to the slave and offered him a drink. "Here, drink." Daenerys told him but the slave shook his head no, which shocked her.

"Leave this place tonight, Daenerys. Leave tonight, please." Naruto told her.

"What is she to do for soldiers?" Jorah asked.

"We can find other soldiers, but this is a price too high." Naruto said.

"Is it we already, Naruto." Jorah said. "If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built you must win it. That will mean blood on your hands before it is done." Jorah told Daenerys.

"The blood of my enemies, not the innocent." Daenerys told him.

"Have you ever fought in any wars, Naruto?" Jorah asked.

"I have, some time ago." Naruto told them.

"Have you ever seen a war where innocents didn't die by the thousands?" Jorah asked.

"No, but in this case, it may not even have to come to war." Naruto said which caught Daenerys' attention.

"What do you mean?" Daenerys asked.

"Well, it's simple. These so called kings and warden's of Westeros are locked in a five way war. We can wait for the stupidity to dwindle and die, return you to Westeros with not only you and your dragon's, but get your throne without going to deep into the blood of others." Naruto said.

"Your point being?" Daenerys asked.

"You don't need an army to go home. Robert Baratheon is dead, and with him, any lingering animosity towards your house. After Robert Baratheon's death, any lingering idea or thought about killing you was immediately silenced." Naruto said.

"Why?" Daenerys asked.

"Because of the former ruling regent Ned Stark. While Robb Stark continues to fight the Lannister's, Stannis Baratheon was defeated at Blackwater Bay. He lost his men and soon will be brought to justice for his crimes. That is three king's alone right there, the other's are trying to remain neutral, but without a queen to rule aside from the current ruling king-Joffery Baratheon, whom I know is a sickly insane little shit much like the Mad King was before his death. This opens a window to any remaining noble house who wishes to gain more political sway with the Seven Kingdoms." Naruto said.

"So how does this work in our favor?" Jorah asked.

"With Stannis killing his brother, Renly, Joffery Baratheon decided it was he and he alone who was worthy of the crown and decided to rule as King, and any who challenge him are put to the sword. However, with all eyes and houses concerned with the current King, it gives us time to build our numbers. Buying the Unsullied will give us a large advantage over current armies over here due to their sheer skill, and if we can recruit other Khalisar's to Her Grace's cause, then that's easily thousands more willing to die for her." Naruto told them.

"And your point?" Daenerys asked.

"This means that Joffery wont be won't able to send assassins after you, or kill you if you should head back home." Naruto said.

"What makes you say that?" Daenerys asked.

"Simple, he's to worried about surviving the war he started because he is afraid to accept the truth, that his mother slept with her twin brother and sire three bastards not of royal blood." he said.

"While that is true, what is to stop anyone else who desires the throne?" Jorah asked the blond man.

"Relax, Jorah. I haven't gotten to the best part. You see, with the war going on, Joffery has more animosity towards him than anyoher king born. The people both Noble and Smallfolk resent him and wish him dead. When he dies, and he will trust me on that, it leaves a hole for those in power, meaning they will push Joffery's younger brother Tommen to be king despite his age. Not only that, Tommen has no desire to rule, and Myrcella has been sent to Dorne to stay out of the fighting as Dorne has remained neutral for the entirety of the conflict." Naruto said as Daenerys looked at him.

"How can you be so sure of what will come?" Daenerys asked.

"Because, it's a tactic of the highest echelons of war. Cut off the head, the snake dies, but in this case the snake has three heads. Joffery, Tommen and their mother; Cersei Lannister. Cersei is the one we need to really worry about, and if my hunch is correct, she will doe all our dirty work for us and we won't have to lift a finger from where we will be." Naruot said as Daenerys thought for a second, she didn't know if he was telling the truth, but…something in his eyes told her that he was.

"How will she do our dirty work for us?" Jorah questioned.

"She is craven for power, her son Joffery is much like her, and he does anything she says. He is king only in name while she rules his decisions. Assassins will end Joffery I assure you, and when Tommen is crowned king, she will do something to devastate him and he will more than likely end his own life, he is weak willed that way, and with no child of male blood to accept the throne and her daughter in Dorne, she will be uncontested in her grab for power for the Iron Throne." Naruto explained.

"Would the Septon give me the crown should I return and Cersei defeated?" Daenerys asked.

"That is a question I cannot answer, but you both are able to return home, if you wish to, when that time comes." Naruto said as Daenerys looked around at all the slaves in Astapor. "But…" Naruto said as Daenerys looked at him. "we can help innocent people while we remain here." he said as Daenerys smiled, he just gave her an idea.

Daenerys, Jorah and Naruto walked back to the Unsullied quarters to speak to Master Kraznys.

"All? Did this one's ears mishear, your grace?" Missandei asked.

"They did not. I want to buy them all." Daenerys said.

"She wants to buy them all." Missandei told Kraznys.

"She can't afford them. The slut thinks she can flash her tits, and make us giver her whatever she wants." Kraznys said.

"There are 8,000 Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all?" Missandei asked.

"Yes. 8,000. And the ones still in training as well." Daenerys said.

"If they fail on the battlefield, they will shame Astapor." Master Greizhen said.

"Master Greizhen says then cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield, they will bring shame upon all of Astapor." Missandei said.

"I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle. I need the boys to pick up the swords they drop." Daenerys said, keeping up the ruse that she still needed them for war.

"The slut cannot pay for all of this. Her ship will buy 100 Unsullied, no more, and this because if love the curve of her ass. What is left will buy her 10. I will give her 20 to stop her ignorant whimpering. Her Dothraki smell of shit, but may be useful as pig feed. I will give her 3 for those. So, ask this beggar queen, how will she pay for the remaining, 7,877?" Kraznys said in Valyrian.

"Master Kraznys says you cannot afford this. Your ship will buy you 100 Unsullied, because Master Kraznys is generous. The gold you have left is worth 10. But good Master Kraznys will give you 20. The Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but good Master Kraznys will give you 3 Unsullied for all of them. Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 Unsullied?" Missandei translated. Daenerys looked to Menma and he nodded.

"I have dragons. I'll give you one." Daenerys said as Missandei translated.

"3 dragons." Kraznys said in common tongue.

"1." Daenerys replied.

"2." Kraznys said.

"1. You will get a single dragon and no more, if you do not agree, I will take my business elsewhere." Daenerys said again, this time with a more firm tone, showing she wasn't changing her mind on the matter.

Kraznys spoke to the other master and then spoke to Missandei. "They want the biggest one." Missandei said.

"Done." Daenerys said.

"Done." Kraznys said.

"I'll take you as well, now." Daenerys said, looking as Missandei. "You'll be Master Kraznys' gift to me. A token of a bargain well struck."

"She asks that you give me to her, as a present. She asks that you do this now." Missandei said as Kraznys nodded.

Daenerys, Naruto, and Jorah left as Jorah talked to her. "Khaleesi, I know that you're doing this because it's right, but what is something goes wrong?" Jorah asked.

"It won't. If it does, then we'll have to act." Naruto said, putting his hand on Jorah's shoulder. "Relax, she's got this."

"Are you sure?" Jorah asked as Daenerys walked with Missandei. "The Targaryen's ruled Westeros using Fire and Blood for centuries, you don't think just because Cersei is so desperate to claim herself Queen that she will make the Khaleesi Queen?"

"I can't answer that, but she will get to go home, and prevent the death of thousands of innocent people if she were to start another war." Naruto said as Jorah looked at Daenerys. "You care for her, don't you?"

"I do…but she does not feel the same for me." Jorah said.

"I know the feeling, loving someone who doesn't feel the same. But we stand by her side to protect her." Naruto said.

"I still don't like this, it's too risky." Jorah said as Naruto nodded.

"If you were her, would you just really walk away and leave them here?" Naruto said, referring to the slaves. He then walked as Jorah thought for a second and joined him.

XxX

Hours had passed by and soon enough the next day arrived where Naruto, Jorah and Daenerys' Dothraki walked into the large training courtyard in Astapor where Daenerys was going to collect her army of 8,000 Unsullied.

The group walked into the courtyard towards Master Kraznys as many other noble lords were in attendance to see a real dragon. As Daenerys was making her way over, Master Kraznys began to speak and Missandei translated.

"The master says they are untested. He says you would be wise to blood them early. There are many small cities between here and there, cities ripe for sacking. Should you take captives, the masters will buy the healthy ones and for a good price. And who knows? In 10 years, some of the boys you send them may be Unsullied in their turn. Thus all shall prosper." Missandei translated as Daenerys walked over to the cage that held her Dragon, Drogon.

She looked to Naruto who smirked and winked at her and she nodded back. She opened the cage as many were trying to get a look as Drogon screeched and took flight with a chain attached to it's leg and Daenerys held the other end.

Daenerys walked forward and gave the chain to Master Kraznys who smiled gleefully. Kraznys then gave Daenerys the Unsullied whip.

"Is it done, then? They belong to me?" Daenerys asked as Kraznys replied and Missandei translated.

"It is done. You hold the whip." Missandei said as Daenerys walked to her army. She winked to Naruto who turned to Jorah and nodded.

"Unsullied." Daenerys said in Valyrian, which shocked Missandei. The Unsullied then stood at attention. "Forward March!" Daenerys shouted as the Unsullied marched forward, "Halt!" Daenerys said as they stopped. She smirked as they obeyed her.

Kraznys saw that the dragon was being extremely stubborn and wouldn't come, "Tell the bitch her beast won't come." Kraznys told Missandei.

"A dragon is not a slave." Daenerys said in Valyrian, shocking Kraznys.

"You speak Valyrian?" Kraznys asked in stunned shock.

"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, of the Blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue." Daenerys said to him as Missandei smirked. She then turned to the Unsullied, "Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains off every slave you see!" Daenerys shouted.

The Unsullied then began to kill some of the whip masters that were near them as Master Kraznys shouted out for them to stop but they wouldn't listen. Two guards behind Naruto and Jorah drew their sword but Jorah quickly turned around and slashed the neck of one of the guards while Naruto threw a dagger and hit the guard right it the eye, killing him.

Daenerys then turned to Kraznys, "Dracarys." She said as Drogon let out a growl followed by the black dragon letting loose a huge burst of black flame and burned Kraznys alive. The Unsullied then marched and killed the rest of the guards and the nobles in the courtyard as Drogon flew around and burned nobles and guards alive. When the brief fight was over, smoke and smell of dead bodies filled the courtyard, while the three young dragons feasted on the bodies. Daenerys looked at the outcome and the evil slavers were killed. Naruto brought her a horse and she smiled as she got on.

He then went over to Jorah and pat his shoulder, "See, nothing to worry about." he said as Jorah chuckled.

Daenerys then spoke to her 8,000 Unsullied soldiers, "Unsullied! You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word. Will you fight for me? As free men?" she shouted to them. For a few seconds there was a brief pause of silence but then one soldier stabbed his spear into the ground, over and over, making a rhythm. Others soon followed and then all of the Unsullied had pledge to fight for Daenerys. Jorah and Naruto smiled as they marched out of the city.

Naruto and Jorah got Missandei a horse and rode behind Daenerys. Daenerys tossed the whip onto the ground as she led her 8,000 Unsullied force and whoever else wanted to come away from Astapor to their next destination in her effort to free slaves. Naruto smiled as he saw how much she was changing and that she was fighting to help the people…but there was still a large road ahead of them and who knows what lay before them.

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1-4: The eggs are reminiscent of the Dragons; Cannibal, Tessarion, Sunfyre and Vermithor from House of the dragon and the Game of Thrones book Fire and Blood. The difference is that the final three eggs are in fact female and will have fitting names (except the black egg, that one is going to be one of the following: Acnologia-Heaven's Terror, Belgabad-Demon's Heir, Morrowseer-Vainglorious One, or Shruikan-The Decimator) The female names are still being decided. Trust me, I have plenty to choose from, and there are sites that generate names. Sadly, all of Dany's dragons are male so no convincing me to change a gender to pair a larger female selection to breed more form, and one dies in combat while the others are held back.