A/N: HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, FANFICTIIIIOOOOOOOONNNNN!
Yes, yes, I've gone and done it again: started up a new story without finishing up some of the old ones!
"Beasts", "Blade" and "AotMS" are still out in the press.
"Edgerunners" I seem to have neglected - note to self: UPDATE that shit!
And sadly, as I've already stated: "The Hunter" has been completely abandoned and up for adoption! Taking all claims via Reviews and PMs!
But now! A little something I whipped up, being inspired by Arcane and all!
I give you:
A PAIR OF LEGENDS!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for OCs and my own imagination.
Chapter One: Welcome to the Twin Cities!
A wooden raft was seen drifting on a large body of water on a grey cloudy day with two boys atop of it, each looking worse for wear. From a distance, the two appeared to be almost identical: Blond hair somewhat dimmed, sun-tanned skin though haggard-looking, and both were in their early-teens. Except one of them had three whiskers on each side of his face.
"Bro..." The whiskered boy rasped. "I'm hungry..."
The other boy turned to face his look-alike with his glowing blue eyes. He appeared to be the more taller of the two, and had worn a set of ragged pants and tunic as opposed to his brother, who had only wore pants. He also seemed to have some sort of short sword within a sheath and a kite shield across his back.
"You glutton. We already had our fill of bread and apples just a few hours ago." He reasoned with his twin. "I told you: we need to ration our food."
"Then I wish we had gotten more!" Here the whiskered blond finally opened his eyes, revealing that while he shared the same color as his twin, his pupils were slit vertically like a cat's. "But nooooooo~! Someone didn't wanna get caught!" he growled out.
The stockier twin bristled at his brother's comment, aggravated by his tone. "Oh, by the gods-how many times are you going to bring that up?! If I hadn't dragged out out of that marketplace, those guards would've thrown us in the cells or worse! Do you want us to get caught again?!" He reprimanded.
"HAH! They're welcome to try, if they could catch us first!"
*sigh* "I don't know why I even bother...you're hopeless."
"YOU'RE hopeless!" The whiskered boy shot back. "Why else would you have a stick up your ass?!"
"THAT'S IT!" Here the larger boy pounced on his brother, who had received the attack with open arms and a snarl. Tumbling across their raft, the pair were so caught up in their fight that they never noticed the waters were starting to churn rapidly. It wasn't until loud snapping could be heard before the brothers had stopped fighting, but by then it was too late...
*SNAP!*
*CRACK!*
""Oh, shiiiiIIIIIIT!""
The pair of blonds suddenly fell through the middle of the raft, the wooden support having broken in half at both their fighting and the rapid currents of the waves. Even more so that the tides were drifting them further apart. Try as they might, the brothers attempted to bring their raft back together.
But the waves were too strong, and their bodies malnourished from life on the run.
"No, no, no! NO!" The taller boy panicked, his arms growing heavy with fatigue as he attempted again and again to reach his twin brother, who was clinging desperately to his half of the raft. Rain began to pour, and the winds swiftly turned move volatile as the brothers were forcefully separated until they could barely see specks of each other in the distance...
And then...they saw nothing. Save for the vastness of the cold, hard sea...
Days Later...
The Coast of Piltover...
Caitlyn Kiramman sighed as she looked up at the vastness of the evening sky. At just nearly eleven years old, she was already participating with her parents at one of the many social gatherings of Piltover's elite. Of course, that meant that there was almost no one close to her age to interact with - either the heirs were too old or too young or too busy to socialize normally with her.
Except for Jayce. He and his mother were somewhat of newer members of Piltovan society, but her parents quickly took a liking to them since taking on the young man under their wing as his patrons. Speaking of...
"Are you going to keep standing there, Jayce?" She asked to seemingly no one. There was a pause...and then:
"How did you know that I'd find you here?" Turning to face the source of the voice, Caitlyn saw Jayce approaching her at the rails leading down the docks.
"Elementary, Mr. Talis." she replied, shaking her head in mirth. "But honestly, I could use the company."
Chuckling at the reply, Jayce leaned over the railing as he looked at his younger friend. "So, I take it that you don't like coming to these gatherings?"
"Hm? On the contrary, I rather enjoy these." Caitlyn answered. "But sometimes I wish that there were more people I can talk with comfortably." She admitted with a sigh. Despite what others may think, she wasn't normally the sort for dresses and balls - always favoring riding leathers and her rifle. Her parents were often times more accommodating than others - something that she was absolutely thankful for! - but she was meant to carry on the family legacy. That meant compromises had to be made, which also meant having to attend so many galas and other social outings
"There's plenty of people here, Cait. I don't see what the issue is." The older boy tried to reason in an attempt to uplift her spirits.
*sigh* "You know what I mean, Jayce..." The Kiramman heiress grumbled as she turned to look at him. "Do you ever wonder what the world is like? Out there, beyond Piltover."
Jayce gave his friend a small smile, starting to see where Caitlyn was getting at. "What, Piltovan high society not good enough for you? Gods, the world must be falling to chaos."
Caitlyn gave a playful scoff as she punched his arm. "Stop it, Jayce!" she hissed between her teeth. "Is it so wrong for me to wonder on all the sights of the world? I want to be able to travel, to learn and grow as a person before eventually having to be shackled by duty to my family's progress!"
"Haaaah...I guess not." He agreed with her. Truly, he did. Then again he was already dead-set on joining Piltover's Academy to further his own dreams, so he couldn't really say. "I must admit, if I didn't have my sights set on the Academy, I'd probably go off on the next ship out of Piltover."
"See?!" Caitlyn shot her hands in the air, standing up from her spot on the railing before smoothing out her lime-green dress for wrinkles. "It's only natural to go out and explore the wonders of the world! Ionia, or even Shurima!" Looking back out to the shore, she sighed as she put her hands on the railing. "I...I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Piltover, knowing that I had the chance to really live but never did so..."
"Hmm..." Jayce had to agree with her; there was no telling what was really out there in the world. "Well, have you tried talking to your parents?" he asked, looking back at the party to her parents, who were chatting with fellow councilors and Piltovans.
"You know what they'd say, Jayce." The young girl grumbled. "Mother won't stand for it, and Father more often than not would agree with her. I guess...!"
"What? Nothing more to add?" The older boy verbally prodded at her sudden silence. When he received no reply, Jayce looked to see Caitlyn staring out to the shore, a look of surprise encompassing her face. "Cait...?" He worriedly asked again, trying to gain her attention. Turning his head to the shore, Jayce Talis of Piltover gasped.
"Jayce, get my parents." The older boy whipped his head to look at her, confounded by her request as she hiked up her skirts. "Do it, now!" The heiress shouted, racing to the coastline.
To where a blond-haired boy washed up ashore, sword in hand...
Zaun, The Last Drop...
Two Days Later...
"Nngh..." A raspy voice groaned out as blue eyes tried to blink themselves open. Raising his right arm, the whiskered blond rubbed his face as he slowly sat up on what felt like a used cot, causing him to freeze in realization.
'...I'm not on the water, anymore.' He thought to himself as he looked around the rustic yet homily room. It was nothing much - kind of like some of those inns he and his brother would stay at during their time on the run. 'But...how'd I get here...?'
Hearing the door creak open, the boy looked over to see a girl step inside carrying a bowl. She was about his age, wearing a simple tan shirt, a pair of brown pants, and worn boots. silvery, powder blue eyes with darker blue flecks stared right into his blue ones, and a mop of reddish-pink hair crowning her head. When she blinked, the boy blinked back...before she hurriedly set the bowl onto a nearby table and ran back out the door.
"VANDER!" He heard the girl bellow, her voice somehow not breaking at such volume. "HE'S AWAKE!"
There was a pause, then he heard the brief heavy footfalls of steps as they climbed a single flight of stairs. It wasn't long until a large and muscular middle-aged man - supposedly this "Vander" - walked into the room. He had grey eyes, dark hair, and a neatly trimmed greying beard; wearing blue trousers, leather boots, a brown leather jacket over a white undershirt, and a leather pauldron on his upper right arm.
"Ah, good. You're up." The man spoke gently, reaching for the bowl as he walked closer to the boy. "You'll have to forgive Violet...she gets a little to eager sometimes. Anyways, I made some soup. You must be hungry..."
The younger male made to respond before he heard the loud rumbling of his own stomach. Letting out a deep chuckle, Vander handed the bowl over to the blond, who began to savor its delicious taste as he slurped up the contents. "Wh-...what is this?"
"Some kind of Ionian soup. Ramen, I think." The older man replied, a warm smirk on his face. "Took me quite a long time to get the recipe down from some travelers. I hope it's good."
"Are you kidding? This is the best stuff I've ever had!"
Laughing, Vander sat down on the bed next to the whiskered blond, who had just finished his bowl with a rather loud burp. "Well, I'm glad you liked it. The name's Vander, in case it wasn't already made evident by the shouting earlier." He said. "So, kid...what's your name?"
"It's Nar-!" Here the young boy finally hesitated, wondering if he could tell the man his name. Sure, Vander took him in and fed him, but at the same time he was a complete stranger...what to do.
In the end, his mind was made up.
"It's Naruto..."
Meanwhile in Piltover, Kiramman Estate...
"Jaune...?"
The blond boy turned around as he heard his name being called. He soon found Caitlyn - the girl who had found him washed shore just days prior - walking over with Jayce and her parents. Currently he was dressed in a rather upper-class Piltovan attire: mostly in a white jacket with navy and gold accents with black slacks and dress shoes; his sword sheathed at the waist.
"Hm?" Jaune replied with a raised brow, curious as to what they needed. "Yes, ma'am? Can I help you with something?"
Cassandra Kiramman laughed at the boy's politeness. "My, such manners for one so young." She complimented. "We have been meaning to ask you a few questions so as to learn more about you, dear. Would you be able to help us?"
"...I guess so?" He answered, unsure as to how he would be able to help them.
Nonetheless, Jaune carefully answered the many questions that the Kirammans had asked him - to the best of his knowledge, of course. Who he was, what he liked and didn't like. But mostly it was...
"My...sword?" The blond replied, blinking at Caitlyn's question. Shrugging his shoulders, he did his best to explain: "I'm...not sure. I was told that on the day I was born, this sword was found just outside the front door. It's magic, by the way." Getting surprised looks from his audience - especially Jayce, for that matter - Jaune chuckled before continuing. "My family only found out since it glowed white the first time I touched it."
"You mentioned family, Jaune." Caitlyn's father, Tobias, pointed out to him. "What are they like, if you don't mind me asking? What of your mother?"
"...My mother's dead. Has been since I was born."
Caitlyn gasped in shock as her parents and Jayce showed genuine sympathy for his loss. "I'm sorry for your loss..." The older man apologized; he hadn't meant to dig up such a wound.
"It's..." Jaune hesitated, trying to repress the tears coming forth with a deep breath. "It's alright, sir. You didn't know." He finally told them.
"Wh-what about your father, Jaune?" Caitlyn asked...
"What about him?"
...only to flinch at the hateful growl in his tone, causing the heiress to back away. Jaune blinked before realizing what he'd done, looking down at the floor in remorse. "Sorry, it's just...I don't like to talk about him. Too many bad memories..."
'Hmm, this bodes poorly...' Cassandra pondered, carefully watching the blond's body language. 'His childhood may have been rather poor, given what we've learned of his family thus far and the state that Caitlyn had found him in. Still, I'm somewhat amazed that Jaune's mannerisms don't reflect his upbringing. He'll need help; guidance that was wrongfully denied to him.' "Have you any other family, dear?" The Kiramman matriarch gently asked, getting the boy's attention.
"Uh, yes. I have an older brother, who I really don't see much of...and my twin."
This got raised eyebrows from Jayce, who had kept silent out of respectful curiosity. "Are you...close with your twin, Jaune?"
"Yeah, though at times he could give me a headache." Jaune chuckled, then his face turned somber. "Growing up...we didn't exactly have the best childhood. Our father barely wanted anything to do with us, preferring to raise our older brother. Especially when our...curse began to manifest." Raising his left hand, he demonstrated to them as wisps of white energy began to emanate from his palm.
"Y-you can do magic?! That's so cool!" Getting a look from her mother, Caitlyn coughed to regain her composure. However... "Wait, how is that a curse? I thought having magic would be something good for the family..."
"Caitlyn," The blond boy spoke as he looked into her baby blue eyes. "My brother and I were born in Demacia. People with magic aren't well-liked there, and more often than not are treated as criminals and outcasts. The day we manifested our magic our father turned us over to the Mageseekers, where they forced us to drink gods-know how much petricite for their tests. Mageseekers are known for hunting down mages and forcing us to drink liquid petricite to negate any traces of magic. 'To subdue any and all threats to Demacia,' they say. More like poison, if you ask me; too much of that stuff'll kill anyone..." He could almost regret seeing the horrified look on her face.
Back with Naruto in Zaun...
"Then, how did you boys escape?" Vander asked the whiskered blond, who was currently slurping down his fifth bowl of ramen. They were currently sitting at the bar, which happened to be empty at the time as it was a little after hours.
"Well, petricite was made to subdue and negate all sources of magic." Naruto explained before a devilish grin threatened to split his face in half. "It wasn't made to keep two small boys with lockpicks and sticky fingers behind bars. You spend almost ten years being locked up in a Mageseeker prison, you learn a thing or two if you pay close enough attention. Or make a whole lot of trouble."
The middle-aged Zaunite couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. In all honesty, the boy reminded Vander of a younger version of himself running through the Undercity. 'Ah, those were the days...'
*Shuffle!*
The pair were suddenly alerted to the sound of feet sliding across the wooden floor. Looking to his left, he had seen the pink-haired girl from earlier. But this time she had someone else with her. It was a girl - younger than he was - with short blue hair and similarly-colored eyes. Dressed in a mere shirt and pants, she bashfully shuffled behind the older girl's back - who was probably her sister, now that he got a closer look at the two. Naruto thought the act itself was adorable.
"Hey, it's alright. I won't bite." He assured her with a smile, reaching out with his left hand towards the sisters. "What's your name, squirt?"
The younger girl hesitated before slowly inching closer to where he and Vander were sitting. With assurance form her sister, the blunette walked up to Naruto and took his hand. "I-I'm Powder..." she stammered nervously before her eyes scrunched up in annoyance. "And I'm not a squirt!"
Naruto blinked at her declaration. "Really? Then why are you so tiny?"
*POW!*
"OW! Alright, alright! Sorry..." The whiskered blond laughed as he rubbed his right shoulder where Powder had hit him. It didn't hurt much compared to what he was used to, but he got the message. "And I'm guessing that's your sister?"
Folding her arms in front of her, Vi stepped forward with a raised eyebrow. "Name's Vi, in case you're wondering. What, you can't see the resemblance?" She asked pointedly.
"No, but you both have really girly hair." That earned him a very angry staredown from the rosette.
"Take. That. Back." Vi growled between her teeth, to which Naruto merely grinned mischievously.
"Then. Make. Me...Pinky."
There was a pause. And then?
All hell broke loose...
-End-Chapter-
A/N: Well, there you have it folks! My very first Arcane crossover! Now, obviously we know where the twins really come from, amirite?
But here's the thing...
There's no reincarnation, rebirth, dimension-travelling bullshit tropes that most fanfics tend to have. In this story, Naruto and Jaune really were born in Demacia of all places.
So of course, we're gonna find references to The Mageseeker game made by RIOT.
Which means *SPOILER*,*SPOILER*, and *SPOILER* are going to be involved...at least when S1 Acts 2 to 3 are concerned.
Hmm...maybe I could throw in *SPOILER* from Blue-Eyed Samurai while I'm at it...poor Vander and Silco are gonna be at their wits end trying to deal with him.
Lemme know what you guys think in the reviews and PM section! Don't be strangers, now! My will to keep writing depends on it!
CIAO FOR NOW!