An idea I had that has broken me out of my funk of simply having no desire to write. Here for your entertainment the chap I wrote today (which is nothing like how I planned it, which is always good, since itÆs more like watching a story written than writing a story) oh yeah, I am also hoping someone will like this enough that they write a story with a similar premise. Or several people since I havenÆt seen this crossover before. Any criticism or advice on how to improve is appreciated.
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The moon hung high in the sky this night. Passing across the sky in its never ending journey, itÆs reflected light falling upon the lands below a harsh blood red. The Blood MoonÆs light passed over sea and mountain, desert and plains alike, impervious to the fear brought on by its passing.
In the Land of EarthÆs mountainous rocky terrain, barren and lifeless to the untrained eye, the ground began to shake. Boulders tumbled down from on high like pebbles cast from the hand of god as the largest mountain in the land æKageshÔnÆ whose shadow covered the region for miles around began to crack, great fissures forming along its mighty countenance.
From deep within KageshÔn came a dull roar, felt and heard even within the distant village of Iwagakure, as though the mountain and earth itself were crying out in pain and rage as molten rock began to flow from the many wounds covering the great black mount KageshÔn from top to bottom.
Iwagakure watched on in fearful awe as the glowing red liquid ran down in slow moving rivers to meet the barren and cracked earth of the plain in which KageshÔn resided. High above the now wakened and fearful village the Tsuchikage observed as the symbol of his village continued to cast its own red glow upon the land, adding its own sinister light to that of the Blood Moon.
ôThe KageshÔn bleeds under the light of the Blood Moon. A great evil occurs this night. Truly an ill omen. I can only hope that Iwagakure is not forced to bleed again so soon.ö
The Tsuchikage continued to watch the symbol of his people bleed magma into the night, praying that his village would be safe from whatÆs to come.
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In the Land of Rain a torrential downfall beat upon the village of Amegakure, citizens and shinobi desperately fortifying their village against the floodwaters rushing through their beautiful valley home from the mountains that separated them from the neighbouring Land of Wind and Land of Stone. None thought to question the cause of the unseasonable downpour, nor the reason why this flood was so much worse than even the worst caused by the rain season, for which their country was named. Far more important and horrifying to them was the single tear in the dark and foreboding clouds above through which could be seen the Blood Moon, continuously casting itÆs light down onto Amegakure, the water catching the light.
The Rain of Blood, a time when blood red water fell from the sky and rivers of blood attempted to drown their Amegakure, covering homes, land and people in a nightmare of arterial red. The tale of this night would live on in nightmare and legend for many years to come as the people of Amegakure pondered in fear the meaning of this unnatural omen.
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In the Land of Grass, the ninja and villagers of Kusagakure fought hard to control and extinguish the flames attempting to engulf the sea of grass surrounding their village, as well as the village itself, that had arisen with no apparent cause in an instant as the Blood Moon had reached its peak.
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In the Land of Wind the village of Sunagakure was beset by a sandstorm. This in itself was not uncommon and was in fact expected for any living in the Village Hidden in the Sand.
No, the difference was that the great sandstorm had surrounded the village without warning, and had not shifted a single grain of sand within Sunagakure. Instead a huge hurricane of sand towered into the sky, with Sunagakure perfectly enclosed in the eye of the tempest.
The Kazekage looked out upon this coldly and dispassionately. Not since Ichibi no Shukaku walked the land had such an unnatural sandstorm as this occurred. Whilst the hurricane winds within the tornadoÆs walls were furious, not a single breath of wind moved within the eye of the storm, leaving Sunagakure in complete and unnatural stillness. Looking upwards to the sky, his gaze slowly following the spinning, blood red desert sand upwards the Kazekage looked into the light of the red moon dispassionately.
ôThe sands run with blood this nightàö
Turning his head to face his tower office, the Kazekage observed the Urn of Shukaku from the corner of his eye.
ôCould this be a sign of things to comeàö
A thin crack formed on the edge of the UrnÆs lid, prompting a cruel smile to the KazekageÆs face.
ôA good omen indeed.ö
Sinister chuckling filled the air as the Kazekage plotted the future of his soon to be born son.
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In the Land of the Waterfall the torrent of water that protected the entrance to the village of Takigakure stopped falling as though cut, the spring from which the waterfall fed simply ceasing to flow in an instant. At the same time the village leader making his regular check on the coveted Hero Water found the flask containing it broken and the Hero Water disappearing into the ground.
All this was illuminated by a single beam of red light from the Blood Moon above.
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In the Land of Water, an island nation of not inconsiderate size, the Mizukage found himself somewhat amused as he looked out towards the sea. Several large Tsunami could be seen approaching Kirigakure, stained red by the moonlight above, taking on the appearance of a frothing tsunami of blood rather than water. However this did not concern the Mizukage very much. The reason for this was simple. An entire clan of ninja with the Kekai Genkei to control water were currently using their abilities to create large waterspouts and whirlpools out to sea, disrupting the Tsunami before they could reach the bay, let alone the shore. Certainly some still got through, but with the ice walls they had created as buffers between the water and the town only a few boats were lost.
No, what the Mizukage found amusing was that this clan would attempt to save Kirigakure and its villagers even though it would mean their own death. The villagers would without doubt blame the clan that controlled water for the Tsunami and kill them enÆmass once the threat was gone and the clan exhausted. Best of all he would not lose any shinobi to the task.
Perhaps this was a sign that more active hunting of bloodline clans for destruction was necessary.
æYes, I shall write the edict immediately.Æ
The Mizukage smiled slightly as he turned back to his desk, the sounds of a mob gathering like the first notes of a symphony to his ears, filling him with anticipation.
ôItÆs been to long since weÆve had a good slaughter.ö
The sounds of the mob beginning itÆs movements towards the dock easily masked the cruel laughter filling the KageÆs office as a red mist covered the land. This night the Bloody Mist truly lived up to itÆs name.
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In the Land of Lightning a common event was occurring. A lightning storm, very common, struck the village of Kumogakure. No rain fell, the Blood Moon visible through the thin white clouds.
æStrange.Æ Thought the Raikage, æthe moon is red, yet the clouds are like a thin white mist.Æ
Turning his attention back to the village below he was thankful that such events were common and as such the village had several lightning rods set in various buildings. Otherwise the large, crimson bolts of lightening would have caused significant damage. Perhaps some new Raiton techniques could be developed by studying the captured lightning at the Academy and Raikage Tower itself, where the lightening rods were connected to special glass cylinders to contain the lightning for study in developing techniques. Perhaps the Byakagun and its observation abilities could be useful as well.
ôThis could be very interesting times ahead indeed.ö
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In the Land of Fire, the Yondaime Hokage looked out under the light of the Blood Moon at the battlefield a bare stones throw away from Konoha.
It seemed somewhat poetic, he thought detachedly, that the land and sky would reflect each other on that night.
From his position atop Gamabunta he could easily see the entire battlefield. A forest of pikes covered the area, impaling close to half of the ninja of Konoha and holding their bodies above the ground, blood slowly dripping from the nightmare forest of scarecrows to form a lake that covered the entire field of battle in blood, obscuring the earth beneath from view.
The survivors had left upon his arrival on the Frog Boss, just as they had been ordered. Only Sarutobi, Sandaime, and the YondaimeÆs sensei Jiraiya remained to bear witness to the events about to commence, hidden in the trees on the side of the battlefield.
Kazama Arashi, the Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato leapt down from atop GamabuntaÆs head, landing lightly a short distance from his impaled shinobi. He felt the rage, the fury that had been steadily growing as the night marched on turn to something else upon reaching the battlefà no, upon reaching the slaughtering grounds.
ôI have failed you, noble and loyal shinobi of the leaf. Each one of you gave your life to protect our village, our homes and our nindo. You all are heroes, and I hope you can forgive me for not arriving in time to prevent your deaths.ö
An insane laughter echoed throughout the forest as slowly, the blood directly in front of Arashi rose up into the air before rapidly taking the shape of a man and transforming into the one responsible for this massacre.
The being, monster, demon, for he could not be man, wore a red leather coat over archaic clothes from a land long since swallowed by the sea, a red hat on his head tilted forward slightly to hide his eyes from view, shoulder length black hair falling on either side of his head and an insane grin adorning his face, revealing an impressive set of fangs.
ôYou could not have saved them from me, Little Flame. I am Dracula, The No Life King, True Nosferatou. I have never been defeated.ö
Dracula then looked up, red eyes staring over yellow tinted glasses into ArashiÆs eyes.
ôBy anyone.ö
The YondaimeÆs eyes grew as hard as diamond, and colder than the arctic wind.
ôThan I will be the first!ö
And with that the fight was joined, Arashi flickering from view to strike his enemy from behind. DraculaÆs eyes simply widened insanely as he flowed around unnaturally to meet his attacker. A short exchange of blows, too fast for the observing Sarutobi or Jiraiya to follow, left Dracula seeming the weaker as he was sent flying through the air to land in a graceful crouch atop a pike sticking from the head of a young kunoichi. His grin seemed to grow even wider and more insane as he straightened to look at the Yondaime standing defiant before him.
ôPerhaps you are a worthy opponent after all, Little Flame.ö
æDammit!Æ The Hokage thought desperately, æHeÆs playing with me, even at my top speed he moves so lazily. ItÆs no effort at all for him. My only chance now is the ritual. But how am I going to hit him with it.Æ
None of his thoughts could be seen on his face as it remained firmly cast in a determined expression.
As though reading his mind The No Life King raised his arm, making a come hither motion with his hand, a clear challenge to take a shot. It was all the invitation Arashi needed.
Hands disappearing from view due to sheer speed, Kazama Arashi performed the last technique of his life.
In a room far distant from the battlefield a blond baby, born this night, under the light of the Blood Moon sat upon an alter, symbols written in blood surrounding and covering his naked body. On the floor surrounding the alter was an inverted heptagram within two concentric circles filled with symbols, within a pentagram, surrounded by another pair of concentric circles filled with symbols. At the points of each star was placed a candle.
As the Hokage prepared his technique, each of the flames turned an ethereal blue, similar to chakra and stood upright and still.
On the battlefield a spectre appeared, the form of the Shinigami reaching through ArashiÆs body to grasp at the unmoving form of Dracula, its spiritual arm dragging the No Life King into the spiral seal that had appeared on the YondaimeÆs abdomen.
æI am sorry, my son.Æ
The thoughtÆs of Kazama Arashi was heard by the uncaring Shinigami and one other.
æThank you, Little Flame. For giving me a new purpose, and the gift of Mortality. You are the second man to defeat me and earn my respect. So I swear this to you. I Vlad Tepes Draculea , Prince of Wallachia, shall never cause harm to your son, nor attempt to escape my prison. So do I swear, so shall it be.Æ
Whether Arashi heard the words of the No Life King as his body turned to blood and was sucked into the spiral seal by the death god is unknown, his meaning unclear. Once the horizontal whirlpool of blood had disappeared completely, the Yondaime fell limply backwards onto the blood soaked ground.
Rushing to his side his predecessor and sensei knelt down at his side, neither caring of the blood that would stain their bodies and clothes.
ôBaka! I didnÆt put so much effort into training you just so you could die on me like this! Who will proof read my book series now?ö
ôAnd since you havenÆt selected a successor I will be forced to take up the title of Hokage in your stead. Just when I was beginning to enjoy my retirement!ö
Their words held no real bite to them as they smiled fondly at their dying friend. Arashi smiled back weakly at the two.
ôSarutobi-sama, the boyà in the ritual roomà my sonà his name will beàö
The room was covered in a soft, soothing blue light cast from the ceremonial candles. The soft noises of a content baby echoed from the walls. Suddenly the calm blue flames became blood red, the markings on the floor and child changing from dried blood to flowing, glistening freshly.
The symbols then lifted from the floor, the flames rising from the candles with them until they were on level with the now silent, nameless child before spiralling inwards rapidly, a great wind being generated as the whirlpool of blood and ethereal red flame was sucked into the newbornÆs body, along with a smaller secondary whirlpool above the other that seemed to be constructed of shadows. The nameless babe had barely time to cry out before it was over and the room was cloaked in darkness.
ôNaruto. UzumakiàNaruto.ö
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So what do you think? The name is of course subject to change (both the story and the main character in the last line.) and donÆt forget, any advice on where I can improve my writing leads to better quality work.
EDIT: changed Arashi Kazama to Kazama Arashi (eastern name order) and fixed naruto's name, after seeing some good points i agree with.
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The moon hung high in the sky this night. Passing across the sky in its never ending journey, itÆs reflected light falling upon the lands below a harsh blood red. The Blood MoonÆs light passed over sea and mountain, desert and plains alike, impervious to the fear brought on by its passing.
In the Land of EarthÆs mountainous rocky terrain, barren and lifeless to the untrained eye, the ground began to shake. Boulders tumbled down from on high like pebbles cast from the hand of god as the largest mountain in the land æKageshÔnÆ whose shadow covered the region for miles around began to crack, great fissures forming along its mighty countenance.
From deep within KageshÔn came a dull roar, felt and heard even within the distant village of Iwagakure, as though the mountain and earth itself were crying out in pain and rage as molten rock began to flow from the many wounds covering the great black mount KageshÔn from top to bottom.
Iwagakure watched on in fearful awe as the glowing red liquid ran down in slow moving rivers to meet the barren and cracked earth of the plain in which KageshÔn resided. High above the now wakened and fearful village the Tsuchikage observed as the symbol of his village continued to cast its own red glow upon the land, adding its own sinister light to that of the Blood Moon.
ôThe KageshÔn bleeds under the light of the Blood Moon. A great evil occurs this night. Truly an ill omen. I can only hope that Iwagakure is not forced to bleed again so soon.ö
The Tsuchikage continued to watch the symbol of his people bleed magma into the night, praying that his village would be safe from whatÆs to come.
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In the Land of Rain a torrential downfall beat upon the village of Amegakure, citizens and shinobi desperately fortifying their village against the floodwaters rushing through their beautiful valley home from the mountains that separated them from the neighbouring Land of Wind and Land of Stone. None thought to question the cause of the unseasonable downpour, nor the reason why this flood was so much worse than even the worst caused by the rain season, for which their country was named. Far more important and horrifying to them was the single tear in the dark and foreboding clouds above through which could be seen the Blood Moon, continuously casting itÆs light down onto Amegakure, the water catching the light.
The Rain of Blood, a time when blood red water fell from the sky and rivers of blood attempted to drown their Amegakure, covering homes, land and people in a nightmare of arterial red. The tale of this night would live on in nightmare and legend for many years to come as the people of Amegakure pondered in fear the meaning of this unnatural omen.
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In the Land of Grass, the ninja and villagers of Kusagakure fought hard to control and extinguish the flames attempting to engulf the sea of grass surrounding their village, as well as the village itself, that had arisen with no apparent cause in an instant as the Blood Moon had reached its peak.
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In the Land of Wind the village of Sunagakure was beset by a sandstorm. This in itself was not uncommon and was in fact expected for any living in the Village Hidden in the Sand.
No, the difference was that the great sandstorm had surrounded the village without warning, and had not shifted a single grain of sand within Sunagakure. Instead a huge hurricane of sand towered into the sky, with Sunagakure perfectly enclosed in the eye of the tempest.
The Kazekage looked out upon this coldly and dispassionately. Not since Ichibi no Shukaku walked the land had such an unnatural sandstorm as this occurred. Whilst the hurricane winds within the tornadoÆs walls were furious, not a single breath of wind moved within the eye of the storm, leaving Sunagakure in complete and unnatural stillness. Looking upwards to the sky, his gaze slowly following the spinning, blood red desert sand upwards the Kazekage looked into the light of the red moon dispassionately.
ôThe sands run with blood this nightàö
Turning his head to face his tower office, the Kazekage observed the Urn of Shukaku from the corner of his eye.
ôCould this be a sign of things to comeàö
A thin crack formed on the edge of the UrnÆs lid, prompting a cruel smile to the KazekageÆs face.
ôA good omen indeed.ö
Sinister chuckling filled the air as the Kazekage plotted the future of his soon to be born son.
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In the Land of the Waterfall the torrent of water that protected the entrance to the village of Takigakure stopped falling as though cut, the spring from which the waterfall fed simply ceasing to flow in an instant. At the same time the village leader making his regular check on the coveted Hero Water found the flask containing it broken and the Hero Water disappearing into the ground.
All this was illuminated by a single beam of red light from the Blood Moon above.
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In the Land of Water, an island nation of not inconsiderate size, the Mizukage found himself somewhat amused as he looked out towards the sea. Several large Tsunami could be seen approaching Kirigakure, stained red by the moonlight above, taking on the appearance of a frothing tsunami of blood rather than water. However this did not concern the Mizukage very much. The reason for this was simple. An entire clan of ninja with the Kekai Genkei to control water were currently using their abilities to create large waterspouts and whirlpools out to sea, disrupting the Tsunami before they could reach the bay, let alone the shore. Certainly some still got through, but with the ice walls they had created as buffers between the water and the town only a few boats were lost.
No, what the Mizukage found amusing was that this clan would attempt to save Kirigakure and its villagers even though it would mean their own death. The villagers would without doubt blame the clan that controlled water for the Tsunami and kill them enÆmass once the threat was gone and the clan exhausted. Best of all he would not lose any shinobi to the task.
Perhaps this was a sign that more active hunting of bloodline clans for destruction was necessary.
æYes, I shall write the edict immediately.Æ
The Mizukage smiled slightly as he turned back to his desk, the sounds of a mob gathering like the first notes of a symphony to his ears, filling him with anticipation.
ôItÆs been to long since weÆve had a good slaughter.ö
The sounds of the mob beginning itÆs movements towards the dock easily masked the cruel laughter filling the KageÆs office as a red mist covered the land. This night the Bloody Mist truly lived up to itÆs name.
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In the Land of Lightning a common event was occurring. A lightning storm, very common, struck the village of Kumogakure. No rain fell, the Blood Moon visible through the thin white clouds.
æStrange.Æ Thought the Raikage, æthe moon is red, yet the clouds are like a thin white mist.Æ
Turning his attention back to the village below he was thankful that such events were common and as such the village had several lightning rods set in various buildings. Otherwise the large, crimson bolts of lightening would have caused significant damage. Perhaps some new Raiton techniques could be developed by studying the captured lightning at the Academy and Raikage Tower itself, where the lightening rods were connected to special glass cylinders to contain the lightning for study in developing techniques. Perhaps the Byakagun and its observation abilities could be useful as well.
ôThis could be very interesting times ahead indeed.ö
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In the Land of Fire, the Yondaime Hokage looked out under the light of the Blood Moon at the battlefield a bare stones throw away from Konoha.
It seemed somewhat poetic, he thought detachedly, that the land and sky would reflect each other on that night.
From his position atop Gamabunta he could easily see the entire battlefield. A forest of pikes covered the area, impaling close to half of the ninja of Konoha and holding their bodies above the ground, blood slowly dripping from the nightmare forest of scarecrows to form a lake that covered the entire field of battle in blood, obscuring the earth beneath from view.
The survivors had left upon his arrival on the Frog Boss, just as they had been ordered. Only Sarutobi, Sandaime, and the YondaimeÆs sensei Jiraiya remained to bear witness to the events about to commence, hidden in the trees on the side of the battlefield.
Kazama Arashi, the Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato leapt down from atop GamabuntaÆs head, landing lightly a short distance from his impaled shinobi. He felt the rage, the fury that had been steadily growing as the night marched on turn to something else upon reaching the battlefà no, upon reaching the slaughtering grounds.
ôI have failed you, noble and loyal shinobi of the leaf. Each one of you gave your life to protect our village, our homes and our nindo. You all are heroes, and I hope you can forgive me for not arriving in time to prevent your deaths.ö
An insane laughter echoed throughout the forest as slowly, the blood directly in front of Arashi rose up into the air before rapidly taking the shape of a man and transforming into the one responsible for this massacre.
The being, monster, demon, for he could not be man, wore a red leather coat over archaic clothes from a land long since swallowed by the sea, a red hat on his head tilted forward slightly to hide his eyes from view, shoulder length black hair falling on either side of his head and an insane grin adorning his face, revealing an impressive set of fangs.
ôYou could not have saved them from me, Little Flame. I am Dracula, The No Life King, True Nosferatou. I have never been defeated.ö
Dracula then looked up, red eyes staring over yellow tinted glasses into ArashiÆs eyes.
ôBy anyone.ö
The YondaimeÆs eyes grew as hard as diamond, and colder than the arctic wind.
ôThan I will be the first!ö
And with that the fight was joined, Arashi flickering from view to strike his enemy from behind. DraculaÆs eyes simply widened insanely as he flowed around unnaturally to meet his attacker. A short exchange of blows, too fast for the observing Sarutobi or Jiraiya to follow, left Dracula seeming the weaker as he was sent flying through the air to land in a graceful crouch atop a pike sticking from the head of a young kunoichi. His grin seemed to grow even wider and more insane as he straightened to look at the Yondaime standing defiant before him.
ôPerhaps you are a worthy opponent after all, Little Flame.ö
æDammit!Æ The Hokage thought desperately, æHeÆs playing with me, even at my top speed he moves so lazily. ItÆs no effort at all for him. My only chance now is the ritual. But how am I going to hit him with it.Æ
None of his thoughts could be seen on his face as it remained firmly cast in a determined expression.
As though reading his mind The No Life King raised his arm, making a come hither motion with his hand, a clear challenge to take a shot. It was all the invitation Arashi needed.
Hands disappearing from view due to sheer speed, Kazama Arashi performed the last technique of his life.
In a room far distant from the battlefield a blond baby, born this night, under the light of the Blood Moon sat upon an alter, symbols written in blood surrounding and covering his naked body. On the floor surrounding the alter was an inverted heptagram within two concentric circles filled with symbols, within a pentagram, surrounded by another pair of concentric circles filled with symbols. At the points of each star was placed a candle.
As the Hokage prepared his technique, each of the flames turned an ethereal blue, similar to chakra and stood upright and still.
On the battlefield a spectre appeared, the form of the Shinigami reaching through ArashiÆs body to grasp at the unmoving form of Dracula, its spiritual arm dragging the No Life King into the spiral seal that had appeared on the YondaimeÆs abdomen.
æI am sorry, my son.Æ
The thoughtÆs of Kazama Arashi was heard by the uncaring Shinigami and one other.
æThank you, Little Flame. For giving me a new purpose, and the gift of Mortality. You are the second man to defeat me and earn my respect. So I swear this to you. I Vlad Tepes Draculea , Prince of Wallachia, shall never cause harm to your son, nor attempt to escape my prison. So do I swear, so shall it be.Æ
Whether Arashi heard the words of the No Life King as his body turned to blood and was sucked into the spiral seal by the death god is unknown, his meaning unclear. Once the horizontal whirlpool of blood had disappeared completely, the Yondaime fell limply backwards onto the blood soaked ground.
Rushing to his side his predecessor and sensei knelt down at his side, neither caring of the blood that would stain their bodies and clothes.
ôBaka! I didnÆt put so much effort into training you just so you could die on me like this! Who will proof read my book series now?ö
ôAnd since you havenÆt selected a successor I will be forced to take up the title of Hokage in your stead. Just when I was beginning to enjoy my retirement!ö
Their words held no real bite to them as they smiled fondly at their dying friend. Arashi smiled back weakly at the two.
ôSarutobi-sama, the boyà in the ritual roomà my sonà his name will beàö
The room was covered in a soft, soothing blue light cast from the ceremonial candles. The soft noises of a content baby echoed from the walls. Suddenly the calm blue flames became blood red, the markings on the floor and child changing from dried blood to flowing, glistening freshly.
The symbols then lifted from the floor, the flames rising from the candles with them until they were on level with the now silent, nameless child before spiralling inwards rapidly, a great wind being generated as the whirlpool of blood and ethereal red flame was sucked into the newbornÆs body, along with a smaller secondary whirlpool above the other that seemed to be constructed of shadows. The nameless babe had barely time to cry out before it was over and the room was cloaked in darkness.
ôNaruto. UzumakiàNaruto.ö
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So what do you think? The name is of course subject to change (both the story and the main character in the last line.) and donÆt forget, any advice on where I can improve my writing leads to better quality work.
EDIT: changed Arashi Kazama to Kazama Arashi (eastern name order) and fixed naruto's name, after seeing some good points i agree with.
h43r: :blink:
