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Chapter one
Icarus
Nagyunn could only feel pain.
His chest felt like it was on fire, and every muscle and bone in his body protested when he even attempted to move. He could hear the clashing of a battle around him.
He couldn’t think, breathe, move.
Nagyunn was scared. Scared, frightened, and so so angry. Kamelsia had agreed with his plan, and had shown no signs of betrayal, but Nagyunn should’ve known better to trust the dragon.
He tried moving his body again, and was once again met with overwhelming force keeping him down.He knows he’s dying, he knows this feeling very well, for a part of him died alongside his brother Najin.
He couldn’t die yet, he needed to persevere, get those answers out of the Dragon’s Descendants leader Laurun as he snuffs the light out of that rotten old man. He has to, or else all that work and lies got him nowhere, and Nagyunn would fail his brother once again.
He tries once more to move his body, open his eyes, anything. Nothing. The sound of fighting grows louder and he can hear the distinct sound of chains rustling about.
Were the knights and the others fighting? He had hoped to prevent this from happening, but he should’ve known everything would eventually fall apart in the end.
Suddenly, Nagyunn could hear a loud squelching noise, and with great effort, his eyes burning as he opens them, he sees a unfamiliar couple before him, impaled on one impossibly large claw, protruding from an even larger beast. The creature was massive, but the chains he heard earlier seemed to be trapping it to the ground around it, even more curious, the chains appear to be protruding from the woman in front of him.
Was this an ability of hers?
Looking at them, blinking away the tears and fuzzy spots at the corner of his vision, he saw that the woman looked already dead, her dark eyebags in contrast to her sickly pale skin. What stood out was her vibrant red hair, long and flowing down her back.
If he didn’t know better, Jiroon was standing before him, but she’s not here, she’s gone.
Looking at the man behind her, Nagyunn was taken aback, familiar gold hair spiked out from the man’s head, and a familiar sharp jawline was present on the man’s face.
Najin was dead, the man held no more resemblance to his brother. Everything else was wrong, the tanned skin, the height, those blue eyes.
The woman began speaking, but Nagyunn couldn’t understand what, could she be from another continent? He knew the languages of the central continent well, and he spoke the main language of the east well enough, but her words were unfamiliar to him. Looking at their faces again, he saw their eyes, so full of love.
Not like Marsha’s stares, but Najin’s look of glee when Nagyunn praised him, or held him close after a particularly bad nightmare.
Why were they looking at him like that? He had no idea who they were, let alone their relationship to him.
It was at that moment when Nagyunn heard a cry to his left, sharp and piercing. Such a Herculean task it was, to turn his head just the tiniest bit to glimpse at the origin. It was then he saw a baby, with the same bright blonde hair and tanned skin as the man before him.
Why on earth was there a baby here? On a battlefield of all places?
…
And why was it so large compared to him?
It was then Nagyunn noticed his own hand, sore and tired and raised toward the other baby. His fingers were small and pudgy. They were the fingers of a newborn.
His mind began to race, Why is he a child? Just what exactly happened to him?
This was not good, Nagyunn continued to spiral, he needed to find a way back, how was he supposed to get his revenge now? He needed t-
“Nagyunn, Naruto.” The woman before him croaked.
Nagyunn stilled.
The woman continued to speak, coughing a few times as blood trickled down her mouth. She was going to die very soon, and Nagyunn was helpless.
The beast behind them continued to struggle, foolishly, Nagyunn had forgotten the creature's existence up until now. The woman struggled, clearly on her last legs, and the man behind her started to talk, but rather to him, as the woman did, he appeared to be having a conversation with another person. Nagyunn was too tired to turn his head to see the recipient, and he could eventually feel the pull of exhaustion bringing his eyelids down.
As his eyes began to close, he heard the roar of the beast die out, and the sharp trill of wind rushing past him. Heat once more surged through his body, igniting him on fire, and he could not help but cry out in agony.
But as soon as the feeling came, the fire fixed itself within his gut, cooling down to an angry simmer, one very familiar to him.
But Nagyunn could no longer focus on the strange feeling, as the lull of sleep drowned out even the continued sound of fire in the distance.
Hiruzen was so very tired.
His bones ached and his breath was ragged as he made his way through the blood soaked grass. Countless shinobi, dead around him, as he made his way to where the Kyuubi, and his successor, were last seen. Smoke reached his nose as he came across the sight.
There Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina laid, holes far too big in the both of them. But Hiruzen knew that the time for grieving would come later, what was important was the shrine in front of them.
Two babes, placed upon cloth, with two identical dead shinigami consuming seals on them.
Konoha’s new jinchuuriki’s, he knew instantly.
Rubbing his eyes and walking closer to the newborns, Hiruzen could make out more differences than when he first laid eyes on them.
While the one on the right, with tanned skin and blue eyes so familiar to that of Minato, wailed and struggled. The one on the left almost appeared dead with their ghostly pale skin, but Hiruzen breathed a sigh of relief on seeing the small rise and fall of their chest.
Upon closer Inspection of the infants, he heard a faint rustling of the grass behind him, Hiruzen turned sharply, facing the noise.
“Naruto, Nagyunn, my boys..” Kushina whispered, and if Hiruzen were not a shinobi, he might’ve never heard her.
He swallowed, swaddled the two babes and brought them to their mother, kneeling to the red, wet grass so they could be in her rapidly failing vision.
She coughed weakly once more, and Hiruzen knew that she would not be in this plane for much longer.
As her eyes finally clouded, and her breathing stopped, Hiruzen closed them gently, and once again raised to his feet. Not even a minute later, Anbu burst forth from the treeline, scanning the surrounding landscape.
Hiruzen knew Danzo would find out sooner or later, but he had hoped to have a moment of silence for Konoha’s fallen heroes. Hiruzen closed his eyes with a sigh, he knew Konoha was nearly destroyed, and it would take a long time for the village to heal, mentally and physically.
He opened his eyes once more to the sharp intake of breath next to him. It was Kakashi, so intently focused on his mentor's body, his breathing was quiet, but Hiruzen knew the boy was filled with shock and grief.
“Are.. Are they really?” the boy began, and Hiruzen nodded curtly, he didn’t think anything he could say would help the young Kakashi. The young shinobi turns towards him, finally eyeing the two bundles in his arms.
“Are they..”
“Yes. Nagyunn and Naruto Uzumaki. Twin boys.” Hiruzen knew the boys would never be safe with their fathers name, not that their mothers was any less conspicuous, but it’d have to do for now.
Kakashi stilled again, and Hiruzen could see the sheer amount of grief and mourning in those dark eyes of his.
Hiruzen looked back towards the decimated village of Konoha, dust still stirred up clouded the air, distant wailing could be heard, and while the night was clear and cool, Hiruzen could only feel the heat of the fire grow ever stronger.
