Naruko sat in her room, methodically running a cleaning cloth along the jagged teeth of her chainsword. The hum of the motor was silent now, but she could still hear the echo of its roar from past battles. This was the first chance she'd had in days to properly maintain it.
It had been five days since her little... incident in her biological father's office.
She had expected Minato to react. She knew his mind, the way he thought, the way he rationalized things. Predictable.
He had increased ANBU security around Haruno.
Naruko scoffed. As if that would help.
She had also heard he sent out scouting teams to track down any remaining Tyranids. The fool even tried using the Inuzuka's tracking dogs. But the beasts refused to go near the locations.
They were afraid.
And Naruko couldn't blame them.
Tyranids adapt. Always.
Konoha had no idea what it had brought upon itself.
She continued cleaning her weapon, pushing the thought aside. The Hive Fleet was a concern, yes, but for now, she had other matters to consider.
Like her siblings.
She had finally met them—Naomi and Menma.
Naomi... was optimistic. Positive. Almost naïve. She reminded Naruko of Ember, or at least how Ember had been before the Imperium hardened her. That kind of innocence was rare. It would either be forged into something stronger... or shattered by reality.
And then there was Menma.
Arrogant. Entitled. He believed himself superior. She had seen men like him before—fools who thought themselves untouchable.
Men like that died. Either through their own stupidity... or because they betrayed their own kind for the sake of power.
Naruko's grip on her chainsword tightened slightly.
She would have to keep an eye on him.
As Naruko continued tending to her chainsword, her thoughts drifted—not to this world, but to the Imperium.
To her home.
Konoha meant nothing to her. It was not her home. Not really.
The Imperium was.
Macragge was.
She still remembered her earliest days—when she was only a few months old, yet already showing a warrior's spirit. The caretakers assigned to her had been skilled, trained to handle even the children of Imperial nobility.
Yet they had needed five of them just to deal with her.
She had growled at them, fought them, refused to be coddled. She wasn't some fragile whelp to be pampered.
And then there was her mother...
Or rather, her adopted mother—Ethena.
The Emperor himself had reached out to her, commanding her to protect Naruko. To raise her. And so she did.
Naruko still remembered the first time she had spoken. Her first real word. Not a meaningless sound, not a babble—but a name.
"Mama."
Ethena had been stunned.
Naruko's life in the Imperium had been... pleasant. Well, in a very small, fragmented way. The Imperium was not kind. It was not gentle. But it had been better than what this place had offered her.
And it had gotten better.
Because of her grandfather.
Roboute Guilliman.
She called him "Grandfather" not out of blood, but because, in her eyes, that was what he was. A wise, strong figure. A true leader.
And he... had never objected.
If anything, Lord Guilliman found it amusing.
She had a father as well. Captain Titus. He had been her mentor, her guide, the one who had taught her what it truly meant to be an Ultramarine.
Naruko turned her gaze to the window, staring out into the night sky.
She would see him again.
One day.
Naruko placed the chainsword aside gently, as if laying down a relic of war, then motioned Kushina to sit. The weight in the air was heavy—not just from what was about to be spoken, but from the sheer truth Naruko carried in her voice.
"You want to know about Ember?" Naruko began, her tone calm, but shadowed. "Then listen carefully."
Kushina nodded, bracing herself.
"Ember is half-human—from the Elemental Nations—and half-pony, from Equestria," Naruko explained. "She's not a normal pony either. Her mother was a powerful alicorn—Sunset Shimmer. That made Ember part alicorn, a rare and powerful race."
Kushina blinked. "Alicorn...?"
"In Equestria, ponies are divided into types," Naruko continued. "Earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns... and the rarest: alicorns. Alicorns have all three—strength, flight, and magic. They were royalty, protectors. Equestria was peaceful... magical. But it wasn't naïve. They had warriors too. The Uzumaki clan had a summoning contract with them. That's how we share blood ties."
Kushina's mouth opened slightly in awe. "So we're tied to them? Through summoning?"
"Yes. That's what Ember told me. The Uzumaki were the only ones entrusted with the pact, because our chakra was closest to their magic."
Naruko stood and walked slowly toward the window, gazing at the stars beyond. "Ember's version of Konoha... it wasn't like this one. I'm not saying this one is perfect, but her Konoha was already sick. Weak leaders, greedy elders. Her father—Naruto Uzumaki—he tried to hold it together, but..."
Naruko's jaw tightened.
"Sakura Haruno... she created the Vespertilio Virus."
Kushina's breath hitched. "She what?"
"She used old research and tech from a lab she found. Abandoned, probably, but full of data. She mixed plant DNA, dark chakra experiments, and biological components from something the records labeled from a man name 'Orochimaru.' I believe that it his name
Kushina's eyes widened as she whispered, "Orochimaru..."
"I heard that," Naruko said coldly, glancing back at her. "You know the name?"
Kushina nodded slowly. "He was a Sannin. Obsessed with immortality... and sick curiosity."
Naruko continued, "The virus spread fast. It began in Konoha. Sakura convinced the village that it was from Equestria. Claimed the ponies were behind it, wanting to weaken the shinobi world. People panicked. Equestria tried to send aid... but it was too late. Sakura had already ensured the virus adapted."
Kushina clenched her fists. "You're telling me that she... used the virus to turn the two worlds against each other? Just because she couldn't have Sasuke?!"
Naruko looks with surprised and makes sense, Sasuke is hurt to the clan and political influence. "Now it makes sense she was just Ember's version of Sakura was just a bitch who couldn't get what she wanted" she looks her sword reflection herself "going to the length to do what a animal heat will do"
"She might be Tsunade's prized student," Kushina whispered bitterly, "but I told her more than once—Hinata or Tenten would've made better choices. Hinata has the Byakugan, perfect for surgical precision. Tenten? That girl idolized Tsunade like a goddess and had the discipline to match. But Sakura..."
She sneered. "Sakura's just like her banshee of a mother. Greedy. Shallow. Manipulative."
Naruko raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"I remember her father, Kizashi," Kushina continued, her voice softer. "A sweet man. Shinobi once, then became a civilian. Good heart. Still don't know how he ended up marrying Mebuki. And when Sakura was four, he was reported dead. Killed by rogues." She narrowed her eyes. "I never believed that. I still think Mebuki had something to do with it. That woman always had a hunger in her eyes."
She sat beside Naruko now, her tone turning dark. "And whatever poison she fed Sakura growing up... that girl looked at Sasuke like he was a god. Like some damn dog begging for scraps."
Naruko scoffed softly. "That's putting it politely."
Kushina looked at her daughter for a moment, then hesitated. "Can you... show me what Ember looked like?"
Naruko gave a rare, sad smile. She rolled up the sleeve on her armored forearm, revealing a sealed scroll with intricate golden runes. With a flick of chakra and a whispered code, the seal opened, and from within, she pulled out a carefully protected photo.
"This is what she left behind," Naruko said, handing it over. "Her last physical memory before she vanished."
Kushina took the photo.
Her eyes widened as she took in the image. A boy—clearly a male version of Naruko, with the same wild blue eyes and blond hair—stood with a striking woman, her skin a rich amber-yellow, her hair a cascade of red and gold. Sunset Shimmer. Between them was Ember—smiling brightly. She had her father's face and her mother's vivid teal eyes. Adorable. Radiant. Happy.
Kushina's heart swelled—and then broke.
"She's beautiful..." she whispered.
Naruko nodded softly, but her smile faded. "That's what's left."
Kushina looked up in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Naruko didn't answer with words.
Instead, she placed her hand gently against Kushina's forehead. Her eyes once again shifted—burning with golden light. Psychic energy surged between them, and the room dissolved.
Kushina was standing in a different world.
A memory.
Colorful buildings. Singing birds. Joyful laughter. Ponies of every shape and kind filled the streets—earth ponies, unicorns, and winged pegasi. The air smelled of sweets and flowers.
"Equestria," Naruko's voice echoed in her mind. "Ember's home."
Kushina was amazed. Everything was so vibrant, so magical, so peaceful.
Then the sky cracked.
Dark clouds rolled in like a tsunami. The colors faded. The laughter died.
Screams.
Ponies twisted, mutated—eyes bulging, jaws splitting open. Their limbs lengthened and bent the wrong way. Teeth. Claws. Infected ponies began tearing through the streets. One by one, the town of Ponyville fell.
She saw them all—the Elements of Harmony.
Fluttershy, terrified and surrounded.
Rarity, fighting to protect a filly, only to be dragged away.
Rainbow Dash flying as fast as she could to lead a horde away from a crumbling village.
Twilight Sparkle—no longer a princess, but something else. Her body warped, monstrous wings and too many eyes, tearing apart infected and survivors alike in a blind frenzy.
And in Canterlot, Princess Celestia stood alone, using her sun magic to obliterate the infected... only to be swarmed by hundreds of infected pegasi. With a final scream, she detonated, taking the royal city with her.
Years passed in moments.
All became ruin. Fire. Flesh. Rot.
Then she saw Sunset Shimmer—Ember's mother—bloodied, exhausted, surrounded by thousands of infected. Kushina could feel her pain. Her hopelessness.
And then—magic.
Sunset summoned all her remaining alicorn power. A phoenix of golden fire erupted around her. With one scream of defiance, she exploded in divine flame—vaporizing everything. Every infected. Every building. Every trace of Equestria.
An apocalypse of holy fire.
And Ember... lost everything.
The vision ended.
Kushina gasped as she was thrown back into reality. Her body shook. Cold sweat soaked her skin. Her knees gave out and she grabbed the nearby trashcan, retching violently.
Naruko sat silently, her face unreadable.
Kushina wiped her mouth, tears in her eyes. "That... that was worse than any nightmare."
She looked up at Naruko, horror in her eyes. "And you're not... scared? By what happened?"
Naruko exhaled slowly. "Kaa-san... that's normal. In my universe? That's just another in the imperium."
Kushina stared at her, horrified.
And for the first time... she truly realized just how different her daughter was. Not just in power.
But in what she had endured.
And survived.
Another dimension
In the void between dimensions—where time-trimmed branches of reality are cast aside, where forgotten histories wither into dust—a post-apocalyptic wasteland breathes with ruin. It's not just a land of death. It's purgatory. A place where pruned timelines bleed together, where those deemed "mistakes" by fate or god are left to decay... or to survive.
A roar cuts through the wind.
A black motorcycle, scorched by time and war but humming with raw fury, tears through the desolate plains. The metal is scorched gold and crimson, with a dragon insignia etched into its side—a stolen relic from another world, once belonging to Yang Xiao Long. Now? Reclaimed by Ember Uzumaki, the last flame of her own dead universe.
She rides like a ghost—face hardened by loss, amber eyes scanning the horizon beneath a cracked helmet. Behind her, soaring in the wind like a bloodstained angel, is Blossom Utonium. No longer the chipper child hero of Townsville, but a quiet, calculating warrior. She's grown. Hardened. The light in her eyes still shines, but it burns now with purpose and rage.
As they race back toward a jagged mountain cloaked in illusion, Ember taps a button on her wristwatch.
"Open the field. We're back," she says through static.
A few seconds pass before a male voice crackles to life.
"About time! You've been out almost 24 hours! Blossom, Buttercup was freaking out—"
A hiss of machinery interrupts. The mountain's base shimmers—an optical illusion dropping like a veil—and reveals a high-tech tunnel entrance. Security lasers deactivate. Holograms dissolve. The steel gate grinds open, revealing their secret haven: a hangar built from scavenged multiversal tech and stubborn defiance.
They drive in—Ember skidding to a clean stop, Blossom landing beside her in a soft glide.
Waiting for them are two familiar figures.
Star Butterfly, once the princess of Mewni, now a wanderer from a reality where she never confessed her love to Marco. He ended up with Jackie, and Star? She vanished, heartbroken and furious with fate. Beside her stands Fiona Campbell—a variant from a timeline where she was born biologically female. She and her ever-loyal partner, Jake the Dog, had once lived peaceful lives until their entire universe was pruned for "instability."
Fiona smirks as Ember dismounts. "About damn time. You bring back any tech or just more bruises?"
"Both," Ember grunts, tossing a glowing canister of data cores at her feet.
Then, the doors behind them open with a hiss.
A man walks forward—white lab coat stained with oil and ash, orange hair spiked from too many volts of stress, thick-rimmed glasses hiding eyes that haven't known sleep in weeks. His purple gloves click against a datapad. It's Dexter—yes, that Dexter. Child genius. Now a criminal in the eyes of his reality for killing Mandark. The Powerpuff Girls, Blossom and Buttercup included, followed shortly after, having executed Mojo Jojo in cold blood.
This base isn't just a home for survivors.
It's a refuge for outcasts, the discarded warriors of infinite realities. Heroes who broke. Villains who won. Souls caught in between.
And here, in the void's dead heart, they plan.
They fight.
They survive.
Dexter eyes Ember. "You're late."
She tosses him the bloodied helmet. "Had to put down a warlord trying to enslave a broken Generator Rex timeline. He had a thing for purple. Real Mandark energy."
Dexter catches the helmet, his expression unreadable. "Good. He deserved it."
Star crosses her arms. "We need to talk strategy. The OTVA are moving again. The Others are waking."
Ember narrows her eyes. "Then we do what we always do..."
She places a hand on her chain sword hilt—etched with the crest of the Uzumaki, and Imperium stained with blood of monsters and men.
"...we burn their future before they erase ours."
to be continued...
i know what your thinking why mlp is being mention in the story. Ember is a oc of mine going to have a role in my Naruto equestrian shinobi in the future and has role to play in my Narutoverse.
and also yes there going to be mlp x warhammer crososver chapter if your brony it will take place after the storm king arc movie. And also if you want to know what the virus turn the ponies search up the virus name and you'll know.