Chapter One: When Two Worlds Crash into One Another
High in the star filled sky against a full moon canvas was to the casual observer a giant bird flying at an alarming rate.
Had it been someone more observant though they would have noticed the column of smoke in a distance that the bird had been coming from and that the bird was making a mad dash to the boarders of the Grass Country and Fire.
And had it been a shinobi observing they would have seen that the bird wasn't really a bird and that there was a child on top of it and what appeared to be three platoons of Iwa-nins and Grass-nins chasing after it.
The child had long blonde hair that reached his slightly pass his shoulders with a long bang covering the left side of his empty looking sky blue eyes and was no more then ten years old. He was caked in dirt, blood and scorch marks. On his face was a deranged smile that would of made demons wary of him.
He did it. He, the Avenger, finally did it! He killed the creep who murdered his parents! He held the proof in his trembling hands.
A bloody Grass hitai-ite that had belonged to the murderer.
He had betrayed the Rock village, became a B-class missing-nin (he had a feeling that he was going to get a rank boosting for starting a three-way war between Rock, Waterfall and Fang), blown up towns in both Rock and Grass and had murdered over half of the Iwa council.
He did it all so he could have revenge, and now he had it.
He felt empty and numb inside but he had his revenge.
Now here he was making a nose dive to one of the few nearby countries that didn't have a bounty on his head.
First things first, he thought dazedly to himself as he made a crude mental list. Get to Fire and then wallow in self gratitude for a job well done, un.
The boy forgot all time as he rushed on, pass the boarder and further into Leaf territory.
Hours must have passed but it only felt like a few minutes to the wounded boy.
His mind didn't register the grass lands turning to woodlands, nor did he notice the sun rise and fall or even the great mountain side with faces on it and a vast village below.
He did noticed when something fired at him causing him to react on instinct. He jumped off the giant bird and detonate it, causing the explosion to propel him towards the mountain area he had been over at the time.
So this is it, the chakra-depleted boy thought as he sped towards the rocky surface.
Too bad I didn't go out with a blast.
6 1/2 year old Naruto stared up into the starry sky from his spot on the Fourth's head, his mind fogged with memories of that day.
Earlier he saw two brothers playing together. Then the younger one got bullied by some older kids and the older brother had knocked the other kids around. The younger one had looked on at his older brother with such awe and adoration while the older looked at his little brother in a superior yet loving way.
He wished he had a brother, someone to play with and to look up to, who would take the time to teach him and protect him.
Heck he wished he had any family really, being an orphan was a sad existence. But being who he was he had it worse then any other orphan, not that he really knew about it. He figured all orphans were treated like him.
Then Naruto remembered something the old man had said.
"Did you know that if you make a wish on a wishing star, your wish comes true Naruto?"
"Really? Which star is the wishing star gramps?"
"You have to find it on your own, Naruto. The wishing star is very hard to find because there's so many stars, plus when you do make a wish you have to make it rhyme."
"Rhyme?"
"Like this: star light, star bright. First star I see tonight, wish I may, wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. I want a lovely girl, whose face is not going to make me hurl.
See what I mean?"
"Then I'll wish on everyone till I find it!"
That had been three years ago. Looking, really looking this time at the abyss that was the sky, Naruto shrugged. It never hurt to wish right?
Scanning the dark sky he picked out a small, hard to see star.
"Star light, shining not so bright, give me the wish I wish tonight. I do not ask for wealth, fame or a lover, just give me one older brother."
As soon as the words left his mouth a bright near-blinding light flashed above him with a resounding 'BOOM'. Naruto covered his eyes till the light died down some before looking again.
He had just enough time to see a smoldering body drop on him.
With a loud grunt from Naruto he pushed the body off himself before examining it.
It looked like a girl, had long blonde hair (he presumed it was blonde, it was hard to tell with all that ashy residue) and gender neutral clothing on and appeared to be three or four years older then Naruto.
Then a pair of sky blue eyes opened and met cobalt.
"…Un." Was all the strange person said before passing out.
Naruto stared at the strange person, then the sky and back at the person.
Then a bright grin broke out over his face as he looked back up towards the sky and yelled,
"Thank you wishing star!"
Then he began to drag his new 'sibling' towards his apartment.
About fifteen minutes later he saw a group of ANBU on the rooftops that rushed pass him towards the place he just left.
Normally the ANBU would of taken note or investigate why a small boy was dragging a older child around but then they saw it was just the demon spawn and shrugged.
Not too long ago he had tried to convince everyone that a puppet he made was really his mother so the chances of him lugging another puppet around wasn't unconceivable.
Naruto reached his apartment door and shook his head. The door was busted in with profanities scribbled all over it and looking inside he saw most of the stuff inside destroyed.
Walking pass it he went to the fourth door on his left before gently kicking it open.
Inside was a spacious place, a small corner with all his real belongings stacked in it, with basic furniture and a distinct smell of old person.
Naruto had been lucky when his evil cantankerous old neighbor (who had been his only neighbor) had keeled over.
The landlord had encouraged people to ruin Naruto's belongings and the old lady raised hell about him being a monster, so when the old lady died and the people came and took her body away Naruto had filched the hag's apartment key.
Then he waited till they cleared her apartment of all her things and refurnished it some before he unofficially moved in there.
Sure he had to make it look like he still lived in the other apartment, but now at least his things weren't getting destroyed on a daily basis anymore.
Naruto plopped his new sibling (he wasn't sure if it was a 'she' or a 'he') on the couch before going to a closet were the blankets were kept.
Pulling out a large thick fleece, Naruto went about the task of tucking him/her in.
Naruto glanced nervously around. It felt weird to have some one here. He had a caretaker once but she was removed after she had tried to poison him.
Leaving the apartment he went over the vandalized one and started to clean it up some.
It wouldn't do if it didn't look like he lived there; they might find his new home and attack it, or worse, his new sibling.
After nearly an hour of cleaning and repairing some of the things he returned to his newer apartment, where he plotted his next big prank as he waited for his new sibling to awake.
Chapter Two: Wha-?
Naruto fidgeted in his seat as the chuunin droned on. Normally he would have skipped class or made a prank on his sensei but he wasn't going to risk getting detention. That would keep him away from his older sibling!
It had been three days since his mystery sibling had been wished here and he was getting worried.
What if his sibling (Naruto out of courtesy didn't check to see if his new sibling was a he or a she) had hurt him/herself when he/she landed?
What if those scorch marks weren't superfluous?
What if he/she had to go to the bathroom?
Questions filled Naruto's little head as he impatiently waited for the clock to say 5 o'clock.
1:14:21.
Gah! Hurry up already! He thought franticly as his fingers began a nervous drumming against the desk.
He had been going to the market area in hopes of finding some place to buy some food so he and his new family could have enough to eat when he/she woke up but had gotten nabbed by a chuunin who then demanded to know why he wasn't at the academy for the last two days.
Before he could even say anything he was dragged into the school building and then forced to attend the classes.
Naruto had asked the old man to allow him to enter the Academy now instead of when he turned eight, that way he could hopefully become Hokage faster.
It had taken a lot of arm twisting and begging but he managed to get the old fart to agree.
Naruto had also hoped to make friends faster too, but that had been blown out of the water before it even entered. Every kid either made fun of him or ignored him.
He looked down a little anxiously. What if his new family ignored him too? Or hated him? He couldn't bare the idea of his family hating him, it kill him.
Naruto stole a glance at the clock on the teacher's desk. Surely it was almost time by now right? A hour away? Two maybe? He stared at the clock.
1:14:47.
26 seconds?-! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The Hokage stared out the window of his office, his features grim. Three days ago the hospital had been attacked by a flying blazing object.
At first many had thought it the work of the Iwa native clan Jibaku. The object had been made of clay and the remains looked like something they had made when they had bombed Konaha with during the war.
But when a group of ANBU had search the top of the Hokage's monument, where they saw the perpetrator land they found a Grass hitai-ite.
Now everyone was on the man hunt for this terrorist who they had no clue as to what the culprit looked look like, how old, or even gender. Heck he wasn't even certain that the person was from Grass!
Sarutobi rubbed his eyes. He was getting too old for all this.
Taking a deep drag from his pipe, the Third went back to dueling his never-ending battle against his nefarious foe: the paper work.
Which had tripled after this whole terrorist affair.
If I ever find the creep who did that, I'll personally be his interrogator.
Deidara sneezed before sitting straight up, a kunai in one hand, a half formed clay spider in another, a wild look in his eyes.
Blinking a few times he took in his surroundings.
He was in some plain looking apartment that smelt like old people.
Carefully he looked around the small apartment, looking for any signs of life.
Not sensing anyone else the boy cautiously looked around.
It was white walled, sparsely furnished and had a look of some very neat-freak person living there.
The only sign that somebody did live here was a small, organized mess in the corner of the only bedroom, full of things that were only of value to a child.
Finding the bathroom Deidara looked around and spotted a set of clothing about his size.
Had the owner of the apartment set them out for him?
Then Deidara caught his reflection.
He gagged.
He looked like he had been dragged through all of Iwa and then thrown through a fire pit!
Checking once more for anything dangerous he made took a quick shower, which proved difficult with a weapons pouch attached to his thigh.
Finishing in record time, he dressed in the new clothes and moseyed towards the kitchen, searching its contents.
What he found made him blink a sweat drop a little.
Ramen. Lots of ramen.
Normally he wouldn't give a whole lot of thought, but it looked as though somebody had robbed a convient store of its noodles and well…there was nothing else to eat.
How the hell did this person survive off of nothing but ramen? Where's the nutrients, fiber, vitamins?
Great, the person is either really cheap or a bachelor, or both. Deidara thought.
Oh well, un. He shrugged as he reached for one. The guy had at least a hundred and sixty, so one wasn't going to be missed.
Deidara thought over everything that had happened in the past few days as he waited for the water to boil.
He, Jibaku Deidara, the Avenger, Tokubetsu Jounin of Iwa, last survivor of the Jibaku clan, had finally avenged his parents. Yes, his clan had died too, but to be honest he really didn't know them enough to feel sorrow.
But what was going to happen now? He had no place to return or go to, he was now a wanted B-rank criminal (last time he checked) in at least three countries, no connections, no money, no idea where he was or how he ended up here.
Wow, I'm only ten-years-old and I've already ****ed up my life beyond repair. Peachy.
Seeing the bubble in the water, Deidara poured the hot liquid into the cup.
He stared at the styrofoam cup as he waited for the noodles to soften.
Well, I could become a terrorist, I mean after all, that's pretty much what my blood limit specializes in. and, He thought with a smirk, I could display my art without anyone trying to stop me!
He was brought out of his mental musings when he heard a door slam open. A kunai appeared in his hand.
Slowly he made his way to the entrance of the kitchen, slowly peeking out the side of it.
There, at least three years younger then himself was a boy.
The boy had blight blonde hair, cerulean eyes and was rather short. But the most noticeable feature was the twin whiskers on either side of his face. The boy looked around franticly as though he was trying to find something of great important. Tears swelled in his eyes, an absolutely devastated look appearing on his face.
Deidara check to see if anyone else was coming but his chakra felt no one.
Walking forward and making as much noise as possible as to alert the kid he was there, Deidara cautiously approached him.
The boy looked over to him, and stared for a moment.
Then the biggest and happiest smile Deidara had ever seen broke across the boys face.
The boy ran to him, small arms rapping around his waist and hanging on in an iron grip. Deidara repressed the impulse to pierce the kid in the heart with the kunai that was still in his hand.
What the kid said though shocked him.
"Big Sister/Brother, your back!"
"Wha-?"
In case you want to know, Deidara's clan the 'Jibaku' means 'suicide bombing'.
High in the star filled sky against a full moon canvas was to the casual observer a giant bird flying at an alarming rate.
Had it been someone more observant though they would have noticed the column of smoke in a distance that the bird had been coming from and that the bird was making a mad dash to the boarders of the Grass Country and Fire.
And had it been a shinobi observing they would have seen that the bird wasn't really a bird and that there was a child on top of it and what appeared to be three platoons of Iwa-nins and Grass-nins chasing after it.
The child had long blonde hair that reached his slightly pass his shoulders with a long bang covering the left side of his empty looking sky blue eyes and was no more then ten years old. He was caked in dirt, blood and scorch marks. On his face was a deranged smile that would of made demons wary of him.
He did it. He, the Avenger, finally did it! He killed the creep who murdered his parents! He held the proof in his trembling hands.
A bloody Grass hitai-ite that had belonged to the murderer.
He had betrayed the Rock village, became a B-class missing-nin (he had a feeling that he was going to get a rank boosting for starting a three-way war between Rock, Waterfall and Fang), blown up towns in both Rock and Grass and had murdered over half of the Iwa council.
He did it all so he could have revenge, and now he had it.
He felt empty and numb inside but he had his revenge.
Now here he was making a nose dive to one of the few nearby countries that didn't have a bounty on his head.
First things first, he thought dazedly to himself as he made a crude mental list. Get to Fire and then wallow in self gratitude for a job well done, un.
The boy forgot all time as he rushed on, pass the boarder and further into Leaf territory.
Hours must have passed but it only felt like a few minutes to the wounded boy.
His mind didn't register the grass lands turning to woodlands, nor did he notice the sun rise and fall or even the great mountain side with faces on it and a vast village below.
He did noticed when something fired at him causing him to react on instinct. He jumped off the giant bird and detonate it, causing the explosion to propel him towards the mountain area he had been over at the time.
So this is it, the chakra-depleted boy thought as he sped towards the rocky surface.
Too bad I didn't go out with a blast.
6 1/2 year old Naruto stared up into the starry sky from his spot on the Fourth's head, his mind fogged with memories of that day.
Earlier he saw two brothers playing together. Then the younger one got bullied by some older kids and the older brother had knocked the other kids around. The younger one had looked on at his older brother with such awe and adoration while the older looked at his little brother in a superior yet loving way.
He wished he had a brother, someone to play with and to look up to, who would take the time to teach him and protect him.
Heck he wished he had any family really, being an orphan was a sad existence. But being who he was he had it worse then any other orphan, not that he really knew about it. He figured all orphans were treated like him.
Then Naruto remembered something the old man had said.
"Did you know that if you make a wish on a wishing star, your wish comes true Naruto?"
"Really? Which star is the wishing star gramps?"
"You have to find it on your own, Naruto. The wishing star is very hard to find because there's so many stars, plus when you do make a wish you have to make it rhyme."
"Rhyme?"
"Like this: star light, star bright. First star I see tonight, wish I may, wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. I want a lovely girl, whose face is not going to make me hurl.
See what I mean?"
"Then I'll wish on everyone till I find it!"
That had been three years ago. Looking, really looking this time at the abyss that was the sky, Naruto shrugged. It never hurt to wish right?
Scanning the dark sky he picked out a small, hard to see star.
"Star light, shining not so bright, give me the wish I wish tonight. I do not ask for wealth, fame or a lover, just give me one older brother."
As soon as the words left his mouth a bright near-blinding light flashed above him with a resounding 'BOOM'. Naruto covered his eyes till the light died down some before looking again.
He had just enough time to see a smoldering body drop on him.
With a loud grunt from Naruto he pushed the body off himself before examining it.
It looked like a girl, had long blonde hair (he presumed it was blonde, it was hard to tell with all that ashy residue) and gender neutral clothing on and appeared to be three or four years older then Naruto.
Then a pair of sky blue eyes opened and met cobalt.
"…Un." Was all the strange person said before passing out.
Naruto stared at the strange person, then the sky and back at the person.
Then a bright grin broke out over his face as he looked back up towards the sky and yelled,
"Thank you wishing star!"
Then he began to drag his new 'sibling' towards his apartment.
About fifteen minutes later he saw a group of ANBU on the rooftops that rushed pass him towards the place he just left.
Normally the ANBU would of taken note or investigate why a small boy was dragging a older child around but then they saw it was just the demon spawn and shrugged.
Not too long ago he had tried to convince everyone that a puppet he made was really his mother so the chances of him lugging another puppet around wasn't unconceivable.
Naruto reached his apartment door and shook his head. The door was busted in with profanities scribbled all over it and looking inside he saw most of the stuff inside destroyed.
Walking pass it he went to the fourth door on his left before gently kicking it open.
Inside was a spacious place, a small corner with all his real belongings stacked in it, with basic furniture and a distinct smell of old person.
Naruto had been lucky when his evil cantankerous old neighbor (who had been his only neighbor) had keeled over.
The landlord had encouraged people to ruin Naruto's belongings and the old lady raised hell about him being a monster, so when the old lady died and the people came and took her body away Naruto had filched the hag's apartment key.
Then he waited till they cleared her apartment of all her things and refurnished it some before he unofficially moved in there.
Sure he had to make it look like he still lived in the other apartment, but now at least his things weren't getting destroyed on a daily basis anymore.
Naruto plopped his new sibling (he wasn't sure if it was a 'she' or a 'he') on the couch before going to a closet were the blankets were kept.
Pulling out a large thick fleece, Naruto went about the task of tucking him/her in.
Naruto glanced nervously around. It felt weird to have some one here. He had a caretaker once but she was removed after she had tried to poison him.
Leaving the apartment he went over the vandalized one and started to clean it up some.
It wouldn't do if it didn't look like he lived there; they might find his new home and attack it, or worse, his new sibling.
After nearly an hour of cleaning and repairing some of the things he returned to his newer apartment, where he plotted his next big prank as he waited for his new sibling to awake.
Chapter Two: Wha-?
Naruto fidgeted in his seat as the chuunin droned on. Normally he would have skipped class or made a prank on his sensei but he wasn't going to risk getting detention. That would keep him away from his older sibling!
It had been three days since his mystery sibling had been wished here and he was getting worried.
What if his sibling (Naruto out of courtesy didn't check to see if his new sibling was a he or a she) had hurt him/herself when he/she landed?
What if those scorch marks weren't superfluous?
What if he/she had to go to the bathroom?
Questions filled Naruto's little head as he impatiently waited for the clock to say 5 o'clock.
1:14:21.
Gah! Hurry up already! He thought franticly as his fingers began a nervous drumming against the desk.
He had been going to the market area in hopes of finding some place to buy some food so he and his new family could have enough to eat when he/she woke up but had gotten nabbed by a chuunin who then demanded to know why he wasn't at the academy for the last two days.
Before he could even say anything he was dragged into the school building and then forced to attend the classes.
Naruto had asked the old man to allow him to enter the Academy now instead of when he turned eight, that way he could hopefully become Hokage faster.
It had taken a lot of arm twisting and begging but he managed to get the old fart to agree.
Naruto had also hoped to make friends faster too, but that had been blown out of the water before it even entered. Every kid either made fun of him or ignored him.
He looked down a little anxiously. What if his new family ignored him too? Or hated him? He couldn't bare the idea of his family hating him, it kill him.
Naruto stole a glance at the clock on the teacher's desk. Surely it was almost time by now right? A hour away? Two maybe? He stared at the clock.
1:14:47.
26 seconds?-! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The Hokage stared out the window of his office, his features grim. Three days ago the hospital had been attacked by a flying blazing object.
At first many had thought it the work of the Iwa native clan Jibaku. The object had been made of clay and the remains looked like something they had made when they had bombed Konaha with during the war.
But when a group of ANBU had search the top of the Hokage's monument, where they saw the perpetrator land they found a Grass hitai-ite.
Now everyone was on the man hunt for this terrorist who they had no clue as to what the culprit looked look like, how old, or even gender. Heck he wasn't even certain that the person was from Grass!
Sarutobi rubbed his eyes. He was getting too old for all this.
Taking a deep drag from his pipe, the Third went back to dueling his never-ending battle against his nefarious foe: the paper work.
Which had tripled after this whole terrorist affair.
If I ever find the creep who did that, I'll personally be his interrogator.
Deidara sneezed before sitting straight up, a kunai in one hand, a half formed clay spider in another, a wild look in his eyes.
Blinking a few times he took in his surroundings.
He was in some plain looking apartment that smelt like old people.
Carefully he looked around the small apartment, looking for any signs of life.
Not sensing anyone else the boy cautiously looked around.
It was white walled, sparsely furnished and had a look of some very neat-freak person living there.
The only sign that somebody did live here was a small, organized mess in the corner of the only bedroom, full of things that were only of value to a child.
Finding the bathroom Deidara looked around and spotted a set of clothing about his size.
Had the owner of the apartment set them out for him?
Then Deidara caught his reflection.
He gagged.
He looked like he had been dragged through all of Iwa and then thrown through a fire pit!
Checking once more for anything dangerous he made took a quick shower, which proved difficult with a weapons pouch attached to his thigh.
Finishing in record time, he dressed in the new clothes and moseyed towards the kitchen, searching its contents.
What he found made him blink a sweat drop a little.
Ramen. Lots of ramen.
Normally he wouldn't give a whole lot of thought, but it looked as though somebody had robbed a convient store of its noodles and well…there was nothing else to eat.
How the hell did this person survive off of nothing but ramen? Where's the nutrients, fiber, vitamins?
Great, the person is either really cheap or a bachelor, or both. Deidara thought.
Oh well, un. He shrugged as he reached for one. The guy had at least a hundred and sixty, so one wasn't going to be missed.
Deidara thought over everything that had happened in the past few days as he waited for the water to boil.
He, Jibaku Deidara, the Avenger, Tokubetsu Jounin of Iwa, last survivor of the Jibaku clan, had finally avenged his parents. Yes, his clan had died too, but to be honest he really didn't know them enough to feel sorrow.
But what was going to happen now? He had no place to return or go to, he was now a wanted B-rank criminal (last time he checked) in at least three countries, no connections, no money, no idea where he was or how he ended up here.
Wow, I'm only ten-years-old and I've already ****ed up my life beyond repair. Peachy.
Seeing the bubble in the water, Deidara poured the hot liquid into the cup.
He stared at the styrofoam cup as he waited for the noodles to soften.
Well, I could become a terrorist, I mean after all, that's pretty much what my blood limit specializes in. and, He thought with a smirk, I could display my art without anyone trying to stop me!
He was brought out of his mental musings when he heard a door slam open. A kunai appeared in his hand.
Slowly he made his way to the entrance of the kitchen, slowly peeking out the side of it.
There, at least three years younger then himself was a boy.
The boy had blight blonde hair, cerulean eyes and was rather short. But the most noticeable feature was the twin whiskers on either side of his face. The boy looked around franticly as though he was trying to find something of great important. Tears swelled in his eyes, an absolutely devastated look appearing on his face.
Deidara check to see if anyone else was coming but his chakra felt no one.
Walking forward and making as much noise as possible as to alert the kid he was there, Deidara cautiously approached him.
The boy looked over to him, and stared for a moment.
Then the biggest and happiest smile Deidara had ever seen broke across the boys face.
The boy ran to him, small arms rapping around his waist and hanging on in an iron grip. Deidara repressed the impulse to pierce the kid in the heart with the kunai that was still in his hand.
What the kid said though shocked him.
"Big Sister/Brother, your back!"
"Wha-?"
In case you want to know, Deidara's clan the 'Jibaku' means 'suicide bombing'.