Ok, so I posted an idea for this story some time ago, hoping someone would take it. No one has. So, despite every nerve in my body telling me not to, I am going to try my hand at writing. I really don't know if I'm going to write any more. As much as I hate to say it, it will probably depend on the reviews that I get. None of that "I won't continue unless I get 50+ reviews" crap. I just need to know if it's going to be worth it, or if I should just stop now.
I do not own Naruto or Avatar: the Last Airbender
Bold = spirits (including Kyuubi) dialogue/ Jutsu
Italics = thoughts
Mt. Myoboku was known around the world for two things. First, it is known as the home of the great toad sages - a mighty clan of summons, capable of wielding the very energy of nature itself, and partners of some of the greatest warriors in the history of the elemental nations. Always respected, the toads truly came to be feared under the contract with Jiraiya of the Sannin, whose prowess in battle was legendary in its own right; and later, under the contract with Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, who was regarded as one of the most powerful shinobi to ever live. Through these men, and others like them, the toads earned a reputation as powerful allies and dangerous enemies. But, as much as Mt Myoboku is known for its dangerous warriors, it is also known for its unsurpassed beauty and tranquility. The still, clear ponds; the pleasantly warm weather, and the lush vegetation all created an environment of absolute peace that has become envied the world over. This was a place without war; without conflict; without pain and suffering; without any worries at all… Well, maybe there were some worries. At least, the young man sitting at the base of one of Myoboku's many enormous trees certainly felt a great deal of worry.
Young Naruto Uzumaki, shinobi of Konohagakure no Sato, student of Kakashi Hatake and Jiraiya of the Sannin, jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Youko, and freshly minted sage, was doing his absolute best to concentrate on the nature chakra that he was currently gathering. But it was proving far more difficult than normal. Try as he might, he could not get his mind off of Konoha and the worry that he now felt for his home. When he left Konoha for his sage training, a messenger toad had been left behind to alert them of any developments. That same toad was now missing. Something was terribly wrong. And as Naruto sat in his trademark orange and black jumpsuit, spikey blonde hair blowing in a soft breeze, gathering nature chakra for the possible battle to come. He couldn't keep himself from fretting over the possibilities. Had the toad been captured by some enemy? Was something wrong with the contract? Was Konoha under attack? So many possibilities filled his head, and it was pushing his ability to meditate to its limit.
"Calm down, Naruto-chan. Ma has gone to investigate the situation, and she is capable of summoning our strongest fighters," came an old, calming voice next to him. Naruto slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to face the small form of Fukasaku, more affectionately known as Pa, next to him. The tiny, green skinned, white haired toad gave off a warm grandfatherly aura. But Naruto knew better than to underestimate him. Fukasaku was an elder toad, which meant that he was among the strongest and wisest that Mt. Myoboku had to offer. The fact that he had trained both Jiraiya and Naruto, only served to further elevate the elderly sage in the young ninja's mind. So, he calmed down.
"Sorry, Pa," Naruto apologized, showing no surprise at Fukasaku's arrival," I just hate sitting here, doing nothing while Konoha could be in serious trouble."
Fukasaku took in the sight of the young man before him. Naruto was growing at a staggering rate. In mere weeks, Naruto had mastered sage chakra, something even Jiraiya had not been able to accomplish in his extensive carrier as a shinobi. It did not surprise the old toad that the younger sage had not been startled at his sudden appearance. Between his meditating and his oneness with nature, the boy could probably sense every living thing on the mountain. The more that time passed, the more he was starting to believe that Naruto really was the child of prophesy. God, he hoped so. But despite all of those advances and all of that meditating, Fukasaku could still see the impatience in the clear blue eyes of his student. It figured, Naruto was very protective of his precious people, few as they were. It was unlikely that any amount of meditating would calm his nerves when those people were in danger. The toad sage sighed.
"I know Naruto-chan. But we must have faith in Ma. She will call us if something happens. And we must be ready if she does."
Naruto could only nod.
A small poof of smoke signaled the arrival of Shima, also known as Ma. She stared in horror at the crater before her… right where Konoha should have been.
"No." The hoarse whisper left her mouth before she even thought it. The only evidence the village had been there at all was the Hokage Monument in the distance… and the ruble that rimmed the enormous crater. This level of destruction… she could only think of one man who could do such a thing. "Pain." The thought filled her with a rather uncharacteristic rage. Ma was, by nature, a kind and loving person…
"But this… this…. TRAVESTY!" She couldn't help but shout. Even from where she stood, she could see multiple bodies - some injured; others dead. And who knew how many more were buried under the destroyed buildings. And this wasn't some random town far away. This was Konoha! This was Jiraiya and Naruto's home – their precious treasure! That only made the attack that much more personal, and Shima that much more angry.
Shima began making her way to the center of what used to be a village. As she moved she began making a list of the warriors she wanted to summon. She would not just be summoning Naruto and Fukasaku, oh no. She was going to bring the full weight of Mt. Myoboku's wrath down on the monster responsible for this. She was going to need a lot of space for this, and Pain's attack had cleared out a fair amount of space. As she reached the center, she began the hand signs and let out a battle cry.
Alright, I'm cutting it there. This seems like a good place to cut a chapter. It's a bit shorter than what I would like it to be, but it just feels like the end of the chapter. Meh, I'll just call it the prologue. Anyway, if I do keep writing this story, the first thing I will probably do is re-write this chapter.