Notice: Please Read the Warnings in the Author's Note.
A/N: Yo People!
*dodges thrown grenades*
Whoa People! I ain't Bruno Mars here! I know what you're all thinking "IR, you haven't updated your Fairy Tail fic Dark Apocalypse Mage, and you're here with ANOTHER Crossover?"
Yep. I know. Sadly, my mind writes what it wants. Blame Nickelodeon who - P.S. by the way owns all rights to Legend of Korra. - caused it.
I was an avid fan of Avatar: The Last Airbender, and watched it before I even knew what anime was! I always wanted to write fanfiction about it, but never managed to find the time.
I thought Legend of Korra would pale in comparison, and never bothered watching it.
Until Four Days Ago.
Four Days. That's all the time it took me to blaze through all three seasons plus the new Book Four episode one. And I freaking Loved it.
With a burst of inspiration, and a few free late-night hours, and this story came to be.
I was inspired by Engineer4Ever's fic "The Tides Change Once More", and was disappointed when I realized there were so few fics of good quality in this Crossover Genre, and took to writing my own, just to inspire others to write more fics here.
Someone noted to me saying that my fics aren't really dark as I advertise them. I took it as a challenge and this work is dedicated to that fact.
I'm also trying a different writing style, so no single Prologue chapter, but rather an introductory arc of three chapters.
However, here comes the warning:
This Fiction may contain scenes of torture, subtexts of sexual assault and abuse, sexual contents and dark themes. Reader Discretion is advised.
You have been WARNED!
This work will be darker than The Devil's Dark Knight and Dark Apocalypse Mage - Naruto put together. Whether I lighten it up eventually is up for debate.
Now, that was a long Author's Note, and I hate long Author's Notes so let me not waste any more words.
Illusionary Studios presents...
Written and Edited by Author Illusionary Reality...
(Naruto is Owned my Masashi Kishimoto and The Legend of Korra by Nickelodeon and its creators Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino)
From ~ The ~ Ashes
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."
― Khalil Gibran
It was a city of diverse cultures and interests, a place where people from all the nations in the world can come together under one banner.
This was brought to fruition by the hardwork and dedication Avatar Aang and the Infamous Fire Lord Zuko.
A bustling Metropolis which was filled with the latest technology, all the food and varieties you could find in the market, parks and monuments as a tribute to the great "Team Avatar" that had ended the dreaded hundred year war that had plagued the lands.
Children could be seen playing in the parks – as it was summer, the grass was green, lush and fertile wit life. Birds of various types and kinds soared through the open skies in glee.
The honks of busy cars passing by on roads were an everyday occurrence, the Newly Instated Metalbending Police Force patrolled through the air and on land with the help of their airships and metal cords in which they utilized their metalbending abilities to swing from place to place like heroes to some, and barbaric cavemen to others.
The city would appear to be a perfect utopia, a place of peace and tranquility.
Safe for just one problem.
The city was not perfect. It was far, far from being anything close to a utopia.
The dark nights of the city looked beautiful with the illuminating lights, the beauty which drew tourists and romantics from their homes, however, it was a well set trap by the endless gangs, clubs and Triads who committed atrocious crimes and activities to unsuspecting prey.
Crime in this city was a frequent occurrence. The crime rates may have been curbed by the metalbending police force but not even they could do everything.
Theft was as common as breathing in air, robberies, stick-ups, extortion for protection money and the likes where all part of the integral system.
Though several had argued that the reason for these where the high rates of poverty which seemed to be skyrocketing, and the sheer level of Tribalism and Nepotism, cases such as bender feuds and national differences.
Then there were the bender vs. non-bender superiority issues. People believed that since they could shoot out giant balls of fire from their palms, they were more superior than people who had no such ability.
All in all, Republic City was a train wreck just waiting to happen.
Fortunately, all these would be several years into the future, in which the issues would have been strained to unbelievable heights.
And as for now though? Six years after the death of Avatar Aang?
"Get back here you mangy thief!" a burly shopkeeper yelled at the top of his lungs, his face red in anger.
Two metalbending officers nearby glanced into the direction of the sound, nodding to each other, they blew their whistles loudly and gave to the chase.
And As for the thief in question?
He dashed through the streets of the 'Elite' side of the city with a warm loaf of bread in hand, which he abruptly took a huge bite out of before pocketing the rest.
The thief was cloaked in a torn and ragged black cloth, which at some point in time had been a bedspread, but was now completely unidentifiable as such. The thief's sandals were dirty and old, and all other features where completely hidden by the black cloth which doubled as a hooded cloak.
A distinctive moan of delight could be heard from the figure as he swallowed part of the bread which he had hastily shoved into his mouth.
Pocketing the rest for later, he abruptly swerved to the left on sheer instinct, without losing any of his momentum, he had dodged a metal cable which firmly implanted itself into the behind him.
The officer who had sent the cable used it as a form of slingshot to send himself flying straight towards the back of the retreating thief.
The hooded thief smirked underneath, before dashing to the side at the last second.
The Police officer stumbled and landed awkwardly, intending to grab the hooded figure as he landed, but was far too slow.
The figure dodged the extended hand, slid into the man's guard, deftly swiped his hands through the man's pockets, swiping a wallet and a pair of handcuffs, before dashing away.
Another police officer appeared in front of him.
"Stop now or I will use lethal force!"
The thief blatantly ignored him.
With the rush of air as his companion as he sped towards the man at speeds most humans his age could never achieve, a fanged grin on his face, and the roar of a challenge daring him to do his worst.
The metalbending officer shot two cables at the thief, intending obviously to use them as weapons.
Though, things never quite work out the way you plan them.
In a display of inhumane agility, the thief veered off to the side at the last second, dodging the first, and then abruptly dropped on his knees, proceeding to slide on them due to the velocity he was running at.
He had barely dodged the second cable with his slide, the dangerous material sending the hood of his outfit flying as it slashed at several stray hairs.
The Metalbending officer had his eyes wide with shock.
The thief, couldn't have been a boy older than the age of seven, his face was dirty and caked with mud, his cobalt blue eyes held a dull, slightly lifeless look to them, but the most distinguishing features were his hair.
Excellent sun-kissed blonde hair that was spiky as could be, it also had slight strands of rain hair entwined in the mix, and if not for the dirt and dried mud and grime on it, the red strands would have made it look like the color of fire.
The officer was also able to instantly realize who the thief was.
His slight second of shock and hesitation was all the blonde menace needed though.
The young boy grabbed the outstretched cable, allowing his lithe form and weight to get dragged forward by it at amazing speeds, doubling his previous sprint.
When he was close enough, he released the object, propelling himself flying towards the man. He smashed his sandaled foot into the officer's befuddled face, hearing the slightly disconcerting sound of a shattering cartilage.
Using the man's face as an impromptu springboard, the young seven year old leapt into the air, spun around in his decent, and then dove straight into an open window of one of the many buildings in the street.
The first officer moved towards the second who was cradling his bleeding nose, and letting out a spring of expletives from his now distorted voice.
"I suppose it's that thief eh?" the first stated.
His colleague didn't deem him with a response, not that he needed one though.
From the sheer speed at which the thief was running, alongside his unnatural reflexes, it could only have been one person.
The Phantom Thief of Republic City.
The first thing the thief did as he landed in the room from the open window was take a swift look of his whereabouts and surroundings.
He knew he didn't have much time since more cops would swarm the area, and it would be best to make tracks before they got there.
His name was Naruto, he had no idea as to what his last name was.
Ever since he had grown up, he had realized that he had an amazing talent, while it may not have been shooting fireballs from his hands or making rocks move about with his mind, it was impressive nonetheless.
He had a near-perfect memory, and an analytical mind to go with it.
Sounds, voices, images, pictures, tastes, he could recall them all with ease. He had been able to notice facial expressions and body languages, minute details and other random data was always at the tip of his fingers.
However, he was seven years old, and had no idea how valuable his ability was, that, and the fact that he hadn't even scratched the surface of its uses.
Regardless, that was a tale for another time.
As Naruto glanced around the room, he noted it to be someone's bedroom, with a bed, a table, and various clothes and items flitted around.
His distinct ears picked up the sound of running water, and immediately realized that the owner was in the showers.
He wasted no time.
He pilfered the jewelry he could find on the table, hiding them into one of the extra-large pouches hidden in his cloak, he found several few notes of yen, in the drawer, before searching the wardrobe.
'What is this supposed to be…?' he wondered to himself as he picked up a form of dressing item with two large cushions in front, and then a string at the back.
Using the reading skills he had, he noted what was written on it "D-cup sizes… what's a D-cup?" shaking his head to the side, he threw away the useless item.
He sharply left the bedroom and moved into the kitchen area, grinning when he spotted one of those new fancy refrigerator things.
He opened it up, and enjoyed the blast of chilled air that was sent straight into his face.
'Jackpot…'. He grinned.
It had taken a few hours, but Naruto was thoroughly satisfied by the time he had reached his hangout, and home.
Deep underneath the sewer system of Republic City, away from all the flowing sewage, lay a hideout one would never expect to find.
A scandalous poster of scantily dressed women lay on the wall in the sewer, and beneath the poster, was a large hole, small enough for only a child or a contortionist to fit through.
Behind that hole, was Naruto's 'home'.
The area itself was only as large as most apartment living rooms, and had cleared debris and junk materials to the side.
A dusty old couch sat to the eastern side, with several worn pillows and two blankets on it. Which served as a bed and a quarters for sleeping.
A wooden three legged table which was balanced with the aid of rocks stood to northern side, with it being filled with two empty bowls and plates, a matchbox, a toothbrush and toothpaste that was probably way passed its expiration date and most importantly, a very large pitcher of drinkable water.
Yes, simply 'drinkable' though, this was because whether or not the water was clean was completely up for debate.
A broken white fridge stood to the side, with an unlit lantern on top, it was one of the older models which had been trashed because of the faults, had been used as a container for whatever food Naruto had found or "liberated" as he tried to get further use of his limited vocabulary.
Needless to say, it was empty at the current moment.
Speaking of vocabulary, several books where lined up next to the three legged table, ranging from dictionaries to encyclopedias to even thesauruses.
Though it was mostly filled with storybooks, fictional tales, and then history books of the great war. And then next to it were scrolls all arranged neatly in a pile. They, along with nearly everything else he owned, had been 'repossessed'.
Naruto let out a sigh as he squeezed through the hole into his 'home' with ease. His malnourished and skinny body making it an easy task, of course it was a different story for the haul he was forcing through.
Needless to say, the hole wasn't the only entrance to his home – he would have never been able to get the things he had in there otherwise – but however, due to some unfortunate circumstances – which was a duel between two drunk Earthbenders – the other entrance had been sealed.
Naruto was particularly happy today – why shouldn't he be? – the haul had been excellent, even though the jewelry he had stolen from the apartment turned out to be nothing but cheap fakes, the food he had stolen was quite real.
For the first time in a long while, Naruto had been able to enjoy a meal of a slice of bread, a piece of semi-cooked meat, and a can of juice – yes, real juice! – as it was one of the best days he could remember in his seven years.
Still though, why did he feel as though something terribly wrong was going to happen?
Naruto yawned and shook his head, stripping out of his tattered clothes for the main time – he hadn't found a way to wash them yet – and then slid unto the lumpy foam.
Hopefully, he would find out why he felt so uneasy tomorrow.
Or he'd find out much earlier than he intended.
Several hours had passed and Naruto realized that the unease was getting to him, and he wouldn't be sleeping so soon anytime that night.
The monotonous silence which was usually broken with the sound of crickets chirping seemed to make things worse, whereas they usually lulled him to sleep.
He supposed he'd go out to enjoy all of what nighttime Republic City had to offer.
If only he had known what he'd find, the boy would have rather forced himself to sleep.
Glancing to make sure no one was nearby; a manhole was slowly lifted up, before being slid across the ground.
Climbing up with little difficulty, the hooded blonde slid the gate back in place silently, before glancing at his environments.
He'd come up from one of the usual manholes that was positioned at the end of a shady and dark corner.
For once he appreciated how his cloak perfectly blended him into the darkness, for all it was worth.
Moving silently on his feet, his mind considered options as to where he would go for the night, and the only thing he could come up with so far was to go and watch a Pro-Bending Tournament – A new sport which was rapidly getting popular in the city.
A proverbial light-bulb went off in his head as he thought of heading there.
What did popular places have in abundance?
What did crowds have in abundance?
Simple, they were always easy and simple targets for one thing.
Gears spun in his mind as he thought of finally being able to pilfer enough pockets to acquire the money he needed for one thing.
A real home, an actual house with a roof over his head.
With fire in his eyes that could not be quenched, and motivation driving him forward, the blonde scaled the building he was facing with one goal in mind.
Get to the Arena.
Landing at the top of the building, he couldn't help but smirk as his perfect vision spotted the Pro-Bending Arena several miles away, in all its glory.
He tore through the air at high speeds, his body cutting the resistance of the wind as nearby buildings and objects became a blur in his peripheral vision.
He skipped from roof top to rooftop, dodging obstacles in his way with athlete-level dexterity. He free ran the distance, not even realizing to himself when he had started sprinting on wires and other ropes as his mind had hyper-focused on his goal.
When he ran out of buildings, he started using wires, sprinting on electric cables and the likes, he moved like a ghostly apparition in the night, unknowingly giving reason as the why he had earned his nickname.
The Phantom Thief.
Naruto often wondered why he could move so fast, as far as he knew, he couldn't bend any elements nor did he have any special powers, other than the energy he felt constantly flowing in him.
It had always baffled people when they noticed or realized how far and how fast he could run with little to no difficulty, and his insane level of dexterity and flexibility which had most people believe he was some kind of contortionist.
He didn't even know which nation he was from – he had been found on an orphanage doorstep with nothing but his name on him – and as such had little clues as to his parentage or his past.
Regardless, it made him wonder, his seven-year old curiosity was piqued as to how he was so fast and flexible, and how his reflexes sometimes reacted on their own, faster than his mind could follow, as though he could expect an attack miles before it had even reached him.
He disregarded the thoughts for the moment, his mind re-hyper-focusing as his destination was in plain sight.
It was due to this lapse in focus, he didn't notice that someone had connected a metalbending cable to the one he was running on.
The force and additional impact made him lose his footing, the cable sending him flying through the air in a manner as to which he could not right himself.
On the bright side, he was directly in front of the Pro-bending Arena.
On the dark side, he was going to crash.
Such, was the life of a boy called Naruto.
Hiroshi Sato was a strong man, strong in his wills, strong in his motives, strong in his beliefs.
Very few things ever wavered his ideals, or could confuse the genius CEO of Future Industries.
With a loving wife and amazing daughter, he was a happy and satisfied man.
And as of tonight, he was a somewhat amused man.
He had stepped out of his car, the chauffeur having opened the door for him, wrapped his hands around his wife, and had their little daughter in front of them as they were to enjoy the night's pro-bending match.
Unfortunately, he was met by one of his business contractors, who had been trying to get him to sign over a large portion of future industries for a hefty price.
He had disagreed of course several times in the past, but the man kept insisting.
He knew, he just knew that the Firebender – that is the man, - was about to issue a threat, until an unprecedented event occurred.
As black as the night sky, an object barreled forward with an impressive amount of speed and momentum, crashing behind the man with the force of a Satomobile.
The man was slammed forward by the force, his face slamming and embedding itself deep into the concrete floor.
Hiroshi would have been deeply impressed if he was able to stay conscious after that.
The hood fell from the figure, revealing a little boy, who by the looks of things seemed confused by the exchange.
Judging from his appearance and clothing, Hiroshi could tell that he was poor, and most likely orphaned.
His wife had spoken a few words to him, and he gave her a stare.
Hiroshi nearly flinched from his gaze.
Those eyes, those soulless blue orbs, they were the look one obtained when he felt that there was no reason to live. The hollow gaze seemed to have also stunned his wife into silence, shocked that a little child could have such eyes.
They were eyes which had seen and endured pain, suffering, they had seen the worst and it had left scars on their soul.
His eyes, where a void, an empty hole of nothingness in which hundreds would get lost trying to discover its depths.
They were the abyss.
He saw everything, but understood nothing.
Hiroshi had never seen eyes like those on anyone before, and deep, deep down...
They scared him.
His horror turned to shock when two police officers arrived on the scene, and without hesitation set to attack the boy.
Before Hiroshi could yell out a warning, or to tell them to stop, he had witnessed an act from a child that would leave him stunned for years to come.
Naruto would never understand grown-ups. Honestly, he didn't think he even wanted to.
Thankfully, his landing had been relatively safe, he felt that he had crashed into something, but didn't pay much attention to whatever it was, as it had been an excellent cushion.
He frowned when he felt his hood fall off though.
"Hi there little one."
Naruto turned up to glance at the sound, he noted the beautiful woman who had spoken, with her dark hair, and bright eyes she was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.
He simply tilted his head as he gazed at her.
She couldn't have been talking to him, could she?
No one had talked to him or held a conversation with him for nearly eight months now.
Other than the merchant as to which he sold his loot to, he had assumed that he was invisible to everyone, that is, everyone except those he stole from and those that tried to stop/catch him.
He noted that her eyes seemed a bit watery now as she gazed at him, and both she and the glasses wearing man beside her seemed shocked and surprised at something.
Why were they staring at him?
His gaze sharpened as he noted how the man's hands seemed to be a bit shakier, and his body was tenser, not to mention the look on his face.
Were they afraid of him?
The look on the man's face resembled those he had seen from people who believed they had a reason to be wary or careful, cautious or ready to flee.
Fear. His mind supplied. The emotion which was called fear, an instinct in all living things, the reason to be afraid however, was different under circumstances.
So why was the man afraid?
Naruto suddenly stood rigid as he felt his instincts shoot through the proverbial roof.
Two people landed to both sides of him, Naruto noted that they wore the same outfits as those who kept trying to catch him.
In the blink of an eye, two cables where shot towards him.
Something stirred deep within, his stomach felt as though someone had lit a fire inside.
All he wanted to do was watch a match! He wasn't even taking anything here!
Okay, he had slipped the piece of paper the person he had landed on was holding into his pockets, - as well as subtly pilfered his pockets and his watch – but no one had spotted him this time around!
So why were they attacking him?
In his anger, Naruto leaned back, his knees bent the two cables passed by his nose.
Time seemed to have slowed down significantly for him, as though everything was moving in slow motion.
With a single movement of his hands, he caught the two outstretched cables, gritting his teeth as he felt the friction burn his hand.
In a blur, he had tied them together in a perfect bow.
When the two officers retracted their cables, they were both in for a surprise as they sprung off their feet, heading towards the cloaked blonde.
As though in slow motion, said blonde jumped into the air at the last second, causing the two officers to smash face first into each other, breaking their noses and jaws in the process.
It didn't end there though, as the boy came down from his jump at that exact moment, smashing his feet into the heads of the officers, driving their faces into the cemented ground alongside the first man.
They were out cold before their faces had touched the concrete.
Satisfied with his work, the blonde glanced at the couple who were staring at him like a fish out of water.
He gave them a simple two fingered salute, before sprinting away from the scene as fast as he could, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
Hiroshi could only stare in amazement, as a child, probably the same age as his own Asami, took down three grown men with relative ease.
The first may have been accidental, but there was no denying his motives and intentions when he had effectively knocked out the two police officers that were attacking him.
"Wow daddy! Who was that? That was amazing!" Hiroshi was snapped out of his shock by the sound of his daughter, who had hidden behind her mother from the start, and had more than likely seen everything that had happened.
He chuckled slightly, the Pro-Bending tournament having almost been forgotten in lights of recent events.
So much for a simple night out with the family.
It hadn't taken long for Naruto to escape – in an environment like this, there were numerous places to hide.
Without long, the young thief found himself wandering down the halls of the Contestant dressing rooms.
Due to the fact that people where more than likely still looking for him, he made sure to stay out of sight, as he wanted to simply watch the show in piece, and pilfer pockets simultaneously.
It wouldn't do to pick their pockets before the show started, as that was a surefire way to draw attention to his deeds – but instead needed to do so after the show had ended, and when everyone was crowding to leave.
Without much difficulty, he secured himself a position high above the rafters, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows to avoid detection.
He hadn't needed to wait long before he noticed how the seats were filled, and the show most probably sold out.
Without further delay, the matches started.
He never really paid attention to the ludicrous announcer; instead his gaze was fixed on the benders as his mind memorized every movement, every stance, every technique, every shot of fire or whip of water, and every last dodge and parries that was made.
Despite not having bending abilities himself, he had realized that the stances for bending could be used without the actual manipulation of the elements, and instead used as hand to hand fighting skills.
His eyes did note some other things though, like how he spotted one of the more dangerous of those uniformed guys who kept trying to capture him.
She possessed black hair and a scar on her face, with a scowl that was extremely intimidating. She had been the only one who had gotten extremely close to catching him on one occasion. Rather, she had actually cuffed him and had him captured, but he had escaped before she could take him down to wherever she had intended.
He remembered that she possessed a technique which allowed her to sense objects moving on the earth, and as such he put it in his mind to steer clear from the deadly woman.
Once he noted that the final match was coming to a close, the agile thief sprang into action.
Slipping away from the rafters to the stands, he tiptoed behind one of the police officers, making sure to pick the man's pockets as he did so, finding several Yuans and once again, another handcuff.
He waited with a baited breath as the crowds began filing out, his heartbeat nearly tripled with excitement, anticipation, and the fear of being caught.
Without even realizing it, a grin stretched itself on his face as he prepared his mind and fortitude for the task he was about to take.
The first sounds of feet which wore boots hit his ears, and the thief moved into action.
With his slender form and malnourished body, he slid between the adults and grownups with ease, some not even noticing his presence at all as he swerved and dodged each passing person in the crowd.
A grin stretched on his hooded face, as his hands became virtual blurs with his movements, he picked any and everything, mostly going for watches, necklaces, wallets, and most importantly items of value.
As he brushed by each person without them giving him a second glance, his hands deftly swept into their pockets, took out its contents, and placed them in his extra-large pockets of his cloak.
A thrill unlike no other rushed down his spine as he stole like a hyperactive kleptomaniac, the thrill, dangers, and chances of getting caught seemed to light up a fire in him, giving him an urge he had never felt before.
However, it seemed that he had been quite overenthusiastic.
"My watch! It's gone!"
"What? Wait! My wallet! It's been taken!"
"My earrings! My jewelry! Where are they?"
"Holy Moon Spirit! I've been robbed!"
Similar shouts and complains filled the departing crowd as everyone was suddenly wary, and as most realized that several of the items in their possession had been taken.
Unknowingly, this made things much easier than before.
Due to the fact that there were so many things stolen in rapid succession, even those who Naruto hadn't taken anything from became paranoid as they patted their pockets to ensure that they still possessed their items.
By doing so, they identified the pockets as to which contained their valuables, making it easier for the boy to pilfer.
Some of the items Naruto gained didn't make sense though, like the sunglasses – which were not needed in the night – or the bandanna and masks – he had no idea what people would need those for.
Regardless, they served use to the blonde in some way.
He put on the bandanna, tying it firmly around his face, covering his nose and leaving only his eyes which were hidden by his hood.
The police officers sprang into action, as they tried to find the cause of the mayhem, and the thief, Naruto quickly took this as his chance to leave.
Just when he was steps away from the door to the contestants changing area, his luck changed.
"Look! Over there! IT'S HIM! The PHANTOM THIEF!"
A particularly large yell cut across the distraught crowd, and then in one moment, hundreds of eyes turned to his direction.
What they saw was worthy of his title.
Cloaked entirely in black torn rags from head to toe, he resembled something of a reaper, a grim reaper to be precise, his cloak billowed from a sudden gust of wind as he stood in a stance that was unknowingly intimidating.
Luckily, or unluckily for him – depending on the way you see it – the bandanna he had chosen had the image of a skulls teeth, which was painted to look like sharp fangs, and they seemed to glow.
With the hood over his head, obscuring his hair and eyes, he was extremely frightening.
He channeled some of the energy he could constantly feel inside of him to sharpen his vision, and unknowingly wrote his image into the minds of hundreds.
Underneath the hood, two bright white glows formed, piercing the gaze of the audience, and left some a shivering wreck.
In that one moment, everyone was convinced that the Legendary Phantom Thief was in fact, actually a dark spirit.
And then he left.
It took the police several minutes to snap out of their gaze and trance to give chase to the ghostly apparition, but then, the damage had been done.
"You know, it's only a few yuans."
"I can always buy more jewelry I suppose."
"I had needed to get rid of that old wallet anyway!"
The crowds murmurs changed to one of seeming nonchalance, as no one felt that being pickpocketed warranted reason enough to chase after something so nerve-racking.
In the end, it was their pride and properties, versus their instinct for survival.
The latter never really stood a chance.
Naruto dashed through the building at his max speed, knowing that he didn't have long before he was chased or hunted down.
Glancing at the well furbished hallways, he realized that he would need a getaway trick, and promptly. As he had spotted one of those Metalbending Airships outside and getting away on foot with those things on his tail would be a tall task – even for him.
Dashing into a room, he spotted what he was looking for with ease.
A window of opportunity! No pun intended.
Slowly lifting open the window, he sat on the edges, before grabbing the pipeline behind him.
All he needed was to slide down now, and find a place to hide and then he'd be home free–
Only to stumble as a muffled curse escaped his lips once he realized how slippery the window was.
He lost his footing, slipping forwards as his head smashed into the glass of the window.
He was sent into bliss, sweet unconsciousness as his body rolled and fell down the treacherous several foot fall.
He crashed into a crate, and then it snapped close and locked him within.
He wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.
"So what did you think of the Phantom Thief?" a voice asked another as they approached a car.
"Shit, I don't know, seems more like a spirit than a human." Another voice, lighter in tone replied as they.
"Hmm… wonder when the new avatar will show up? Can't afford to have a spirit of all things stealing all the good stuff and leaving us out of business eh?" a third voice added.
"Quiet all of you, forget about whatever happened tonight, the real fun is about to begin." The fourth voice stated, his command clear as day.
"Yes boss." The other three chorused.
"Now load up the stuff into the truck, we need to do it this night, before anyone else gets a wind of our plans." He stated briefly as he walked towards the car.
Underneath a night street lamp, his outfit was visible, a black suit with a white shirt within,, matching trousers and agile leather shoes. His most noticeable feature being his black and red striped fedora and the cane he held in his hands.
His name was Jaaku, and as of now, he was an elite commander of the Agni Kai Triads second only to the main boss himself, one of the most dangerous crime syndicates in Republic City, that consisted of a ragtag group of Firebenders.
He lit up a tobacco stick with his firebending, before putting it to his lips, and then exhaling the smoke out in a ring. He supervised his boys as they loaded up empty crates into the van they were going to use for their late night operation.
The man smirked as he thought of the riches that would follow from his endeavor, perhaps with a little luck and bribery, he'd become the new head of the Agni Kai triads.
Once he did that, he'd set to battle the other triads in the city and take their lands for himself. The current leader of the Agni Kai triads didn't believe that they could take on such and endeavor, but Kuo thought that the man was merely weak hearted and soft.
Soon, he'd have all of Republic City under his control, he'd be so powerful that he'd be able to other that bitch Lin Beifong to strip and spread her ass for him if he so decided, and take pleasure in some of the finest women and booze the city had to offer.
Ah, so were his delusions of grandeur offered to him by his trusty cigar.
However, it all weighed and came down to making sure that this operation went smoothly.
The trunk of the Van was closed as his goons in their monkey suits nodded, as they processed their plan.
"Alright, you've all been drilled on this. Expect to find some resistance though, but leave all the women to me – once I've had my fill whatever you do to them is none of my concern."
As expected, the men all wore lecherous grins on their faces.
"Now onwards, we have a job to do."
The van arrived at its destination a while after, with it being a delivery van, the gate guard had ushered them in with the excuse of it being a late night, and last minute delivery.
Then, they had sprung the trap.
The first of the Agni Kai triad members made the first move, shooting out a ball of fire from his fist that caught the gate guard by surprise, before the other three men all moved into action.
In the chaos, no one noticed a box which had rolled out of the van on its own, before smashing into several pieces.
"Ugh… what hit me…?" Naruto shook his head as he tried to wave off the disorientation and nausea he was feeling, he had no idea what had happened. One minute, he was about to escape, and then the next, everything was blank.
Shaking his head to clear the stars in his vision, he noted his environments rather quickly.
It was a large mansion of sorts, with several lights and designs on it. The architecture was excellent, the building was a type of home Naruto could only dream of possessing one day, yet he seemed drawn to it.
It did bring the question though, how in the world had he gotten here?
When nothing came to him, he decided it was best to leave before he was spotted.
That is, until his nose picked it up.
Burning. The Smell of burning, of fire and of ash, it lingered in the night air like an unwelcome visitor.
He quickly directed himself to the smell, and had to blanch when he found what was causing it.
A man, he seemed to have a uniform of a night guard of sorts, had several burns on his arms, chests, and legs. The sight of burnt flesh did not do anything for Naruto's stomach, but was thankful in the least when he noticed the man's chest heave up and down.
At least he was alive.
He glanced to the house, his eyes widening when he noticed that parts and bits of it were on fire.
What… what is going on?
He didn't have an answer for himself, however, his danger senses were ringing at an all time high, every muscle and fibre of his being was tensed, his mind alternating between fleeing the scene and pretending he had saw nothing, to charging in and trying to find the source of the problem.
The decision was made for him when he heard a large, terrified scream.
It may have been mentioned earlier, but let it be said again, that Naruto had a near-perfect memory.
And in such cases, he never forgets a voice.
The cloaked and masked child dashed forward with all the speed he could muster, he already had no reason to live.
Maybe, maybe he could spend his last moments protecting someone who did.
Never did he notice or think that he possessed the most morbid mind a seven year old could own.
Jaaku was annoyed.
No, scratch that, it was a grave understatement.
Jaaku was extremely frustrated.
He had ordered his boys to search different and multiple parts and places of the house, so that they could find what they needed quickly, while he had begun trashing the place, looking for anything of value.
In his anger at finding what he needed, he began to set fire to random items and objects.
He was sorely tempted to consider this whole attempt a failed mission, as perhaps the owners were not yet back as he had previously thought.
He couldn't even find any women! He thought someone as rich as this would have hired several maids to help around, but no, other than one butler, he had found no single sign of life.
His frustration was slowly turning to anger.
"Gasp!" he froze and swiftly turned around, giant ball of fire waiting in his hands as he prepared to shoot down whoever it was that had made that sharp intake of breath.
He spotted something in his peripheral vision, and grinned. Finally! "Come out, come out wherever you are… I just want to play."
He received no response as he moved slowly closer to the area where he saw the figure hiding.
"If you won't come to me… then I'll just have to get you!" he dashed forward and then pinned a figure to the ground.
On inspection, it wasn't exactly what he was expecting.
A little girl with black hair, who couldn't be older than six, in a pair of lemur-styled pajamas strained against his grasp, as she tried to get free.
"Tsk! A brat! I was hoping for a little more…" he stated, before doing a once over with his lecherous eyes.
He then shook his head, she was too young, they'd be no real satisfaction gained.
"Well then brat, tell me… where are your parents?"
He noticed as her eyes watered and she was close to tears, but the man didn't care. She was just an obstacle in his way.
Creating a ball of fire in his hands, he moved it extremely close to her face.
"Listen here kiddo, I don't have time for games… you are either useful, or you're not. And if your not of any use to me, then your life is nothing!" he barked in her face, watching as primal fear tore on her expression.
He enjoyed the fear she had, that fear always had ways to arouse him, to turn him on.
He frowned though, when he noticed her eyes widen as the fear was replaced with surprise, shock and hope.
He was annoyed at the sudden change, until he caught the reflection of something in her eyes.
Moving back at the last second, he avoided the large heavy bat that swung at the spot in the air where his head previously was.
That was too close…
The girl scrambled to her feet and hid behind the figure, the person which Kuo began to silently access.
"What's this? Finally come out to play?" he gave a dastardly laugh and watched in satisfaction as the woman was seemingly unnerved.
She was a tall, beautiful woman who probably looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, she had the same black hair as the younger girl, though it was somewhat smoothed out. Her face was heart shaped, her lips furrowed into a snarl as her eyes where narrowed and sharpened at him.
He could feel the intensity of her gaze on him, as she channeled it through the metal bat she held with both hands, in front of her and facing him.
"So you must be Mrs. Sato… I'm afraid the tales about you are gravelly underestimated." He licked his lips as he shamelessly ogled at her body.
It seems he was right in his assumption that the Sato family had been asleep, as she wore a simple transparent nightgown that reached her ankles, and had an unbuttoned shirt on top.
He could partially see her breasts from the light which illuminated through her clothes, and the fact that she wore only a pair of tights underneath the gown.
Jaaku could feel his lust growing by the minute, and a bulge in his pants forming as he stared at the woman without shame.
"What do you want?" she asked with a steely voice, though he could hear the fear that was tinted underneath.
"Hmm… what do I want?" he placed his hand on his chin and pretended to think "Let's see… I want everything, but I'll settle for the millions of Yuans your husband has."
Her gaze never once left him, but she still addressed her daughter "Asami, quickly, leave, go get your father." She told her daughter gently, but the girl was terrified as she held on to her mother's clothes.
"Mom… I'm scared" she admitted freely.
"I know sweety, just go get your father and everything will be alright."
Asami glanced back to the man who had a ball of fire in his hands and a lascivious grin on his face "You heard your mother girl, now leave!"
The girl dashed out of the room as quickly as she could, doubling the tension in the area.
"Now that there are no more disturbances, there is one more thing I'd like…"
Asami's mother felt fear deep within as she dared ask "Which is?"
The man's grin threatened to stretch his face. "I'd like… your body!"
No more words needed to be said as the assailant rushed forward, dodging the woman's ill-timed swing with finesse. He placed his hand on the bat, using his firebending, he superheated the metal in seconds, causing the woman to scream as she let go of the object, and held her scalded hands.
Jaaku felt his primal urges skyrocket as the bulge in his pants was visible, he backhanded the woman to end her scream, taking delight as she crumbled to the floor.
He descended on her without remorse, grabbing her gown and tearing it to shreds with a harsh pull.
The woman tried to protect whatever was left of her dignity as tears began streaming down her eyes, the man laughed in glee.
"This is what I love! Cry! Beg! Plead! Do it! I love it when they resist!" insanity filled his eyes as he approached the woman separating her hands from her cleavage as he stated at her breasts.
"Yes! Just as I cried when my own mother defiled me! And as she cried as my drunken father beat her to death! Or as my sister resisted until he raped her without mercy as she eventually took her own life!" The man didn't even seem as though he was staring at her, but instead staring at someone else who had taken her place.
Just as Jaaku unhinged his belt, a large potted plant crashed on to the top of his head, disorienting him for several seconds.
"What..!" he glanced up to the stairs where the girl who he had presumed ran away stood, trying to throw another potted plant.
"You worthless brat! You dare!" A blast of enraged fire shot from his palms, shattering the staircase as the girl crashed beside her mother.
"Tsk! Before I have my way with you, I'm going to make you watch as your daughter dies for her stupidity."
Both the eyes of mother and child widened when Jaaku swirled his fingers into the air, generating a cracking sound as white lightning surged around his body.
"Die!" the attack streaked towards the little girl, whose eyes had widened in shock, that is, for several seconds.
Jaaku watched in near slow motion as her mother had jumped in the way, standing, with both her arms raised in front of her child.
Like magic, the lightning bolt crashed into the woman's exposed stomach, right below her breasts, as she let out a shriek of pain.
The attack faded, and the woman lay twitching on the ground, lightning traveling her body with every twitch.
"Shit!" Jaaku was more upset with the fact that he hadn't been able to have his way with the woman yet, and she seemed as though she would die soon.
Asami's childlike eyes widened in shock, and then the fear set in. She approached her mother, tears streaming on her face as she glanced at her wound.
The lightning had pierced through her, and at the same time heated up the wound.
Jaaku was getting more frustrated by the second as to how the entire situation had evolved into this massive clusterfuck.
"Tsk… I suppose the girl would do."
The mother of said girl heard his words and managed to strain out a warning to her only child "Asami… r-run…"
Unfortunately, she was unresponsive. Her mind had entered a state of shock as tears continued to stream her face.
As Jaaku moved towards the girl, he had to suddenly jump back as he yelled in pain as a knife swished through the air and left a shallow cut on his hand.
"Who threw-" whatever he had wanted to say died in his throat.
Walking through the flames as though they were nothing to it, a figure cloaked in the darkness stepped forward like a ghost.
The signature mask of a fanged skull's teeth stood in place, highlighted by the glow of the flames.
His hood obscured his face, but those eyes, two sharp blue glowing eyes gazed at him with frightening hate, hatred, disgust, repulsion, and a rage that could not be quelled.
In that one moment, he felt as though he had gazed into the eyes of the devil.
And he had come for his soul.
From ~ The ~ Ashes
A/N: And That's a Wrap for now... for those of you squeamish readers, be at ease... there won't be any actual vivid description of sexual assault in this fic. I'm not writing a bloody hentai afterall -_-'.
Anyways, Next Chapter will be shorter unfortunately, but will be much better written than this one.
Don't Forget to R&R!
P.S. And to those who have read Dark Apocalypse Mage - Naruto, please send me your 'quest' or 'mission' ideas for the main characters (in PM's only please). As the I haven't updated that one yet because I wrote down a mission on which the characters did, only to realize that the ages of the characters where so damn off that the main antagonists for those chapters shouldn't even be able to fight yet... sucks.
Don't send your ideas in the reviews please, as I feel reviews are to be respected as the reader's way of expressing thoughts on the author's work.
Illusionary Reality, out.