AN: Chapter three is her for ya’ll. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter three

Attack on the Monastery

When Naruto woke up the next day he was pleasantly surprised to find his body completely healed. The grin that split his face lit up the room like its own source of light as he gave a yawn, practically leaping out of bed and stretching as far as he could. He looked as his palm and concentrated, grinning with a bit of satisfaction as a tiny tornado came to life then died out a split second later.

“Looks like some of my abilities are already beginning to awaken as well, Sweet.”

He was happy. Barely thirty seconds and today was already looking to be a great one. Without a word he exited his room and noticed immediately that there was no one around.

“Probably all still asleep. Just how early is it anyway?”

He didn’t spend much time thinking about it, merely gave a content sigh as it meant peace from those pains in the asses that call themselves the Scarlet crusade, Especially Whitemane’s confused ass. Only a week and a half into knowing her and he could figure out if that woman liked or hated him. The way she constantly insults him and his species would suggest one thing but the way she insists on following him everywhere, asking if his injuries were hindering him in any way suggested another. He couldn’t figure her out sometimes.

“Heh no use wasting a good morning griping about her,” he muttered with that grin still on his face as he pushed open the massive cathedral doors and stepped outside.

There was some soldiers, priests and mages posted outside, they paused long enough in their patrols to give him a hard stare before going back to ignoring him, deeming him not a threat (For the most part) and continuing on in their mutterings and prayers to the light. He too paid them little mind as he looked up at the sky.

It was a…darker grey than normal but lighter then it was when he went to bed. He could still smell the dew in the air and what little wildlife he could sense in the surrounding forest was still winding down from their nightly activities.

“Such a gloomy place,” he muttered as he made a leap, propelling himself to the roof of the cathedral so that he could enjoy his time alone for the moment. As he sat, crouched on the ledge of the roof, he found his mind beginning to wonder again, memories once again swirling to life in his mind. They plagued him every time he was not occupied with other activities. Being around Whitemane quelled, if not outright stopped the memory flow but when he was alone like this his mind had no choice but to wonder.

He sighed as he examined his claws.

Biju-Kin.

It was the name he had given him and his people shortly after they were…born. It was a name that had once been feared and revered all throughout the world. They were…unrivaled.

For a week.

Then they were forced into that slumber.

He smirked a bit, pointed fangs seeming to gleam as they jutted over his lip. If there was one good thing that came from this, it was the peace he had finally managed to bring his world. But it had come at the cost of the entirety of the ninja culture collapsing. But during the week in which he was getting used to his new body, the world had stabilized and calmed down. His generation had finally taken over, guaranteeing a long lasting peace for the world.

He closed his eyes as the image of a man with raven hair and glowing red and black eyes appeared in his mind, superior smirk adorning his face as he raised a transformed arm to the middle of a massive multiple eyes statue…

“And to think it was all because of your crazy ass, eh Teme?” he muttered.

“What in the name of the light is a Teme?”

Naruto nearly fell off of the roof in shock as he flinched and let out a startled yelp, spinning around to see the hound master chuckling at him.

“Loksey don’t sneak up on me like that! And how in the hell did you even get up here!?”

The Scarlet crusader just shrugged while laughing, not bothering to answer the question as he sat down next to the Biju-Kin. Naruto sent him one more glare before relaxing and sitting back down.

“What the hell are you doing up so early hyena man?”

Loksey sent him a warning glare that Naruto ignored as he grinned.

“I could be asking you the same thing. You know the Lady will not be pleased to find you gone from your quarters.”

Naruto raised an eyebrow. “Heh I know she feels differently but I’m not her pet.”

The Hound master chuckled as he looked up at the grey sky. “She is rather possessive of you though. I find it strange personally.”

Naruto shrugged. “I do too, especially since I’m not human. You guys by all rights should have dissected me the first chance you got.”

“So you have reminded us more times than I can count.”

“Can you even count very high?”

Loksey punched him in the shoulder, scowling as Naruto laughed.

Of all the scarlet crusaders, Hound master Loksey was the person Naruto had liked the most. The man was goofy and had a great sense of humor. It didn’t take long at all for the two to get along. Hell Naruto had trouble discerning whether or not Loksey’s insanity was caused by the tainted energy or just…natural.

Either way he made surprisingly entertaining company.

“So…just what are you doing up here?” asked Loksey again.

Naruto sighed and gazed up at the sky. “Just…thinking about the past.”

“Ah. The past is quite a burden to those who let it be.”

Naruto nodded at those surprisingly wise words, not really saying anything. Loksey grinned and gave the blonde a sudden hard shove propelling him from the roof and towards the ground.

“Wha-ahhhhhhh!!!!!”

Crash!

“You’re acting too gloomy beast man!” called Loksey with a laugh. “Lighten up!”

Naruto who was nursing the sizable lump on the top of his head gave a growl and said. “I’m gonna lighten you up you insane dolt! By removing that bald fat head!” he shouted.

Loksey laughed again then promptly vanished, running for his life while chuckling the whole time. Naruto just sighed and got to his feet. “Fuckin ass,” he grumbled while checking his tails to make sure none of them had gotten broken...again. Some of the crusaders gave him disapproving looks. He just ignored them.

“Beast.”

He spun around and locked eyes with a scowling Whitemane.

“What are you doing out of your quarters?” she demanded. Naruto crossed his arms. “Getting some fresh air. That a crime?” he asked. “And what the hell are you doing up so early?”

Her scowl got more intense, causing the Biju-Kin to laugh. “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep scowling like that Whitemane-Chan.”

She growled, not knowing what Chan meant but sure that it was some kind of jest at her expense. She marched up to him swiftly and grabbed the strap across his chest, yanking him down so she could glare into his amused eyes.

“You’re coming with me back to your quarters.”

“Isn’t that your room? And what the hell am I, your pet to be cooped up? Sheesh.”

Ignoring his amused laughing, she drug him back into the cathedral and back towards the room. Morgraine smirked at him knowingly while the other zealots and such scrambled out of the way.

He said nothing as he was drug into the room and shoved into the bed. “Oof Sheesh, a bit rough don’t you think?” he asked, still grinning. Whitemane was not amused. She flopped down onto the bed, sitting next to him, still glaring into his eyes.

He saw her eyes flash with something dark but ignored it. She was clenching her fists tightly, her face twisted into an upset scowl.

He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Thought I was leaving huh?” he asked. She didn’t answr for a second before she gl;ared at him. “You are going to stay right here.”

He sighed, not knowing why she wanted him around but feeling a bit exasperated in her obviously foolish thinking that she had control over him. “Look, I know I’m…a new creature to you and your crusade but that’s just it.”

She glared defiantly at him. He smiled slightly. “I have things to do whitemane-Chan. I’m not meant to be cooped up in one place. I appreciate you guys looking out for me in my weakened state but I’m really going to have to leave soon.”

He went to stand but was stopped by a hand clinging almost possessively to his wrist. He looked back down at her in surprise at seeing her pleading look. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

Naruto was no idiot. He knew all about the scarlet crusade and what they are all about. He knew for a fact that these people were sick and twisted, borderline evil. His sensitive ears could hear the tormented cries of captured adventurers and people who had attempted to assault this place in the past. He mused with some amusement that if he had met these guys when he was human, he would have attacked and killed everyone here, fought his way all the way down to Interrogator Vishas and freed all of his victims.

But now he really wasn’t affected by what the scarlet crusade was doing. He knew they were messed up but he…didn’t really care. Not to mention he was in their dept, in whitemane’s dept for taking care of him.

Besides it’s not like torture was anything new to him. Even Konoha partook in the torture of its captives and they were hailed as the biggest softies in the world.

Oh and let’s not forget that he’s been asleep for millions of years. The last thing he wants to do is get into a fight again. Besides he was sure he could free these guys from whatever held such a negative sway over them once his power completely returned to him. He focused his attention of the woman who was still clutching his wrist.

“Relax,” he said as he affectionately rubbed the top of her head. “I’m not leaving yet. I still have to awaken at least one elemental affinity before I’m sure I can defend myself properly out there.”

She looked relieved for a split second but quickly hid it, then she raised an eyebrow in interest.

“Elemental affinity? Are you a shaman? Or a mage?”

Naruto chuckled. “Not really sure what a shaman or a mage is but I’m pretty sure that I’m not either of those.” He held up a hand and grinned a tiny tornado flickered to life in his palm for a second before dying again. “My species are people of nature. We work with the elements, speak with them, talk with them. They are our partners in nearly everything we do. I wonder how they will react once they realize that I’m awake? Or which ones gonna realize I m awake first and come to me?”

He was sitting again, getting lost in his own thoughts. White mane snorted and said, “Sounds like a shaman to me.” She then looked at Naruto intently again.

“Tell me…what exactly is a Biju-Kin?”

Naruto snapped out of it and looked at the silver haired woman. “Hmm, it’s hard to explain. I guess you could call us...remnants of the distant past, beings created by a man’s dark ambition, another man’s sacrifice and a bonding with powerful beasts of nature.”

“Sounds like a lot of crap.”

Naruto chuckled.

“Perhaps it is.”

Whitemane stared, not really sure how to take that statement.

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This was too easy. The dark lady had assigned them a rather simple task, the elimination of the scarlet monastery. She didn’t care how they did it, as long as the task was done. They had decided to go straight for the leader. The rest would fall easily after that. They had set out early in the morning before the sun had even risen above the horizon and traveled swiftly atop their mounts. They killed any all crusaders they came across, keeping anyone from heading back and warning their leaders of them. It was…pathetically easy. They slaughtered their way through the halls and the gardens leading towards the cathedral, leaving a bloody trail of destruction in their wake, so focused on their task that they didn’t bother to wash the gore off of their weapons. One of the group had even gone so far as to remove one of the tabards of the scarlet crusade from the corpse of a slain enemy and put it on himself, grinning at his companions in a mocking matter.

“So the objective is to kill Whitemane and her lapdog first eh? That shouldn’t be too hard.”

This comment came from a white haired blood elf paladin as he cleaned his blade. The group had decided to rest for a bit in the court yard just outside of the cathedral, thirty or so corpses strew haphazardly about in a brutal display of blood and gore.

“It is not wise to underestimate your opponent. There is a reason Whitemane still lives despite the countless assaults to this place.”

This came from a gruff looking Orc warrior who had a scar running across his face. He was sharpening a huge battle axe that glowed with the enchantment of fire.

The shadowy undead rouge beside him nodded her head quietly, her own daggers glowing with enchantments meant to poison on contact.

“Heh you don’t have to tell me that,” said the hunter with a smirk as she ran her fingers through the mane of the large white lion beside her.

The last person, another Orc didn’t say anything. His gear clearly showed off that he was a shaman. His mace glinted in the dull hall and his shield, a large turtle shell rested on his back, waiting to be used.

He too was anxious. This group he was travelling with, practically all of them were strangers. They were just a group of young adventurers brought together by a common goal. Only the hunter and the paladin seemed to know each other. The rest were still getting to know each other. However they fought well together. The perfect blend of classes. They could have brought more but everyone else seemed to be busy. Not that they were complaining. The less people doing this, the more recognized their individual strength would be when this was over.

“Alright,” began the paladin with a grin as he prepared his mace and shield. “Let’s do this.”

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Not much could bring Tyrande Whisperwind from the confines of the temple of elune. The same could be said about Fendral Staghelm and the Cenarion circle.

But the news of this sleeping race brought both of them, along with numerous others to silithid. Adventurers from both Horde and alliance lost all thought of fighting each other as they entered this citadel of wonders. It was like a museum, each person frozen in crystal was so amazing looking, looking like humans crossbred with numerous beasts of nature but without taking away from their overall beauty.

There was something etheral about them, something ancient and powerful.

Tyrande was enthralled in what appeared to be the king’s chambers, looking at the eight forms frozen in place with varying looks of shock, peace or anger on their faces. Whatever had imprisoned them had given them fair warning before doing so. Some of these people obviously were not ready for such a slumber.

She approached the frozen form of a man with red hair and black ringed eyes. His face was nearly emotionless, only a slight strain of doubt marring his face. The tan slightly round ears on the sides of his head made her giggle. He was so cute. She wondered what was contained in the large gourd on his back or what the slightly worn look blue and white cone shaped hat clutched in his hand had symbolized. She also wondered what the symbol upon his forehead had meant.

“Such a mysterious people you are,” she muttered.

She’d been alive for centuries and even she did not know what these people were or where they came from. Are they invaders? Prisoners? Or had they truly been here…longer than even the night elves?

She turned and headed out. She would find the answers. If these people were indeed a race more ancient than the night elves then a greater map of the history of Azeroth had been discovered. Perhaps they knew what the well of eternity was…or maybe they even helped create it! Hell they might even be able to give valuable info about the old gods!

Her excitement began to grow. “Notify the rest of the alliance,” she told a nearby Night elf sentinel. “I feel they should know of this as well.”

Meanwhile a tauren was also on his way to notify the Horde. Neutral he may be, he still felt that this was something they should know of.

Of course he didn’t even think about the conflict that would come from this. Silithid was about to change forever.

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They ran like the hounds of hell were after them, like their lives depended on it. In a sense their lives did depend on it. They didn’t really know. It had taken all of their power and will just to get out. The Scarlet Crusade had chase dthem for a few hors after that. But those humans were not what they were running from. They could still feel the very wind lapping at their feet as if trying to ensnare them, could hear that unnatural roar, see those otherworldly blue and red eyes. Fear clouded a good portion of their thoughts screaming at them to run faster.

The Orc Shaman and the Undead Rogue were the only survivors. The rest of their group…They didn’t want to know.

No words were said. No words needed to be said. Only actions needed to be taken.

It was dawn when they reached brill, running right through the small town, ignoring their exhaustion and their less then ideal conditions. Worried scouts and other young adventurers called out to them but to no avail. They only had one destination, one place they could feel somewhat safe.

They reached the undercity at around noon and were met by a startled forsaken warrior who promptly led them to an inn to rest and recover.

It didn’t take long for word to spread through the undercity as the members of a group who had went to conquer the Scarlet Monastery. It was a shock that they had managed to get away from that place.

It took a week for them to recover and when they did they immediately received a message from the Dark lady herself, requesting their audience.

“Your names,” she asked with no emotion. The Rogue stepped forward first, giving a slight bow. “My lady, I am Lavieria.”

The Orc looked at her in the eyes and said, “Kamaal.”

She was slightly annoyed at the orc’s tone but chose not to address it. Instead she focused on the reason she brought these two here.

“It has come to my attention that you two have escaped from the scarlet monastery. I won’t even say how disappointed I am, seeing as three of you were quite experienced. Those red ants should not have even been a problem. Care to explain?”

Kamaal said nothing, preferring silence to words, leaving Lavieria to take up eth reigns.

“It was easy,” she began. “The five of us cut through all who stood in our way. They were no match for us. It is for this reason we decided we were going to go straight for whitemane. With her dead the rest would be easy pickings. We slaughtered our way all the way to the cathedral where we met a group of well over sixty crusaders in prayer with Morgraine in front of them. That battle, while taxing was also won, giving us a chance to confront Morgraine. Taking him down was relatively easy as well. But from there things got worse. As soon as Morgraine fell, the doors burst open and that woman strode out, glowing with light and fury. She brought Morgraine back in an instant and proceeded to attack with greater power and skill than anything else in the monastery. She nearly killed us. But we prevailed, killing Morgraine again and knocking Whitemane to the ground.”

She paused to gain control over her shaky emotions, something that made the Dark lad raise an eyebrow.

“But then the doors opened again and out stepped a creature I had never seen before in my life. We were all shocked so much that we didn’t hear his gasp and yell out for Whitemane until He was in front of us with his massive blade jammed into the paladin’s chest. He…destroyed us my lady. He was like a beast. He was a beast. He yelled something about attacking Whitemane and making us pay before he roared so loud and so fiercely that it locked up our joints in fright. The hunter’s lion was the only one unaffected and tried to lunge at the creature’s throat. But it didn’t work. The man spun in a complete circle with his sword and cleaved the lion in half with little to no effort at all. The hunter, distraught by the death of her partner screamed and charged. He grabbed her by the neck and snapped it like a stick.”

She was shaking a bit, clearly still distraught over the brutal deaths of her teammates and took a second to regain her composure again.

“The warrior knew this fight was lost he charged at the man and stunned him for a second, commanding us to run, that he’d stall for time. We obeyed.

But it didn’t end there. This creature man…he was like a dog, a wolf on the hunt. We heard him kill the warrior then we heard him coming. I-I have never been so terrified in my life. He chased us all the way to the exit of the scarlet monastery and then some growling out warnings to never come back again. My lady if the scarlet monastery is to be destroyed we need to kill that man.”

She eyed the two for a minute before she looked up in thought.

“This man…what did he look like?”

Lavieria took a second to thing. “He was tall, nearly seven feet tall, perhaps four or five inches shorter. He has wild spiky bright yellow hair and eyes that are blue outlined in red with a feline slit pupil. His ears are long and covered in red fur and his legs are those of a Worgen but with red fur and his torso, arms and face are those of a human. He also has nine canine like tails.”

The dark lady eyed the rogue for five minutes until she was certain there was no deception about. She sighed.

“I see…”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

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The cathedral doors opened again and in strode Naruto looking grimfaced. His eyes scanned the area, ignoring the numerous dead bodies until they landed on Whitemane. Light flood around her as she muttered to herself. Her hands were pressed onto Morgraine’s chest as she desperately tried to restore him with her powerful gift of light. She was growing increasingly more distraught as she pumped more and more energy into him until at last. Morgraine’s eyes snapped open and he gasped.

“M-My lady?”

Whitemane gave a sigh. “Go rest Morgraine. You have been killed twice today. It is only by sheer luck that I was able to bring you back this time.”

The blonde man looked around and saw the corpses of numerous crusaders and the three invaders.

“What happened?”

The High inquisitor looked up and saw Naruto looking down at her worriedly and smiled without thought. “The beast proved useful.”

Naruto snorted and crossed his arms before silently heading back to the room. “Try not to get yourself nearly killed again Whitemane-Chan. I only owe you so much ya know.”

He closed the door, leaving Whitemane to her thoughts. And when they finally stopped rushing through she widened her eyes in realization.

“He saved me,” she thought. She cast a look at the dead intruders. A sudden rush of a feeling she could not recognize flood through her and she clutched the spot where her heart is.

Naruto closed his eyes and sighed, trying to get some sleep. His mid was completely relaxed despite killing three people and terrifying two others. They had invaded this cathedral. Whitemane was being attacked. Despite her disposition and the nature of the scarlet crusade in general he wasn’t about to let that happen. Besides he rather liked the High inquisitor and he could safely say that he considered her a friend.

He gave a smile as he drifted off to sleep.

“Get rested up Whitemane-Chan. Because I have a feeling all hell’s gonna break loose soon.”

Meanwhile, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee queen of eth Forsaken gave an evil grin as numerous posters depicting a very accurate description of Uzumaki Naruto, numerous forsaken and members of the hore read the posters and felt excitement growing. The scarlet monastery was going to fall.

Sylvanas would make sure of that…personally.

“Perhaps I’ve found worthy prey at last.”

Next chapter is going to be long…and action packed. Hope you’re ready for it heh heh