The Ma-juu no DÅkutsu, rumored to be a haunted, cursed location in that reagion of Fire Country, less than a half-day's walk from Konoha.
SKINT..!
SHINK..!
CLANK..!
Even shinobi hesitated to go there due to the feeling of rage and fury that permiated the cave's insides. Some even believed a dark being lived there, ready to feed on whoever was foolish enough to get near.
SHHHINGG...!
THUNK..!
CRACK..!
However, one person was willing to enter. In fact, for the last ten years he lived there; abandoned by the woman who ran the orphenage he was at, beaten unconcious and left at the mouth of the cave.
CSHHHHHH..!
Squea-SHULK...!
"Damn rats.." A voice muttered from the dimly-lit corner. It was that of a young man, one who had been forced to grow up faster than intended. Ignoring the now bisected rodent, the figure stepped out to the brighter section of the chamber. The lanterns set around the area revealed the voice's owner: a 15-year-old with blond hair sut short and sapphire blue eyes that held an unnerving icyness, along with a slight 5 o'clock shadow, courtisy of puberty. He wasn't huge, standing at a modest 5'10", but his build showed he had no trouble holding his own in a fight, the scars decorating his torso were proof enough of that.
Wearing only a pair of shinobi pants and sandels, he would have passed as someone simply working out, except for the chains coiled around his forearms. The ends were connected to the weapons he was currently wielding: two feet long and one foot wide with the blades emerging from the mouth of a skull that formed the hilt. The blades were almost square except for the top front corner extending out to form a claw and a sawblade-like edge. The sides were spiderwebbed with glowing red lines resembling cracks, though instead of breaking against the cave wall where he hurled it, sparks flew as it gouged out a narrow line in the stone.
His name: Naruto Uzumaki, Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Youko, the nine-tailed demon fox that attacked Konoha fifteen years ago and was stopped by being sealed into him. However that simply encouraged the villages and a good deal of the shinob to shift their hate for the fox onto him, which led to him being in the cave in the first place.
"Are you ready?" Another voice spoke up nearby. It was low and gruff, but carried an undertone of care towards the blonde, "To be honest, it will be a relief to have you finally drop this absurd act."
"I had no choice. If those pompus gasbags on the council got even a hint of what I could really do, they'd be screaming for me to be executed and whatever I had turned over to them, in no particular order. I'm just glad the old man was able to keep some of the nosier ones out of it." Naruto turned to face the man, "Speaking of which, isn't today the day they get to meet you, Grandfather?"
The man chuckled darkly. He was a large, intimidating figure, wearing a leather gladiator's skirt, sandels, bracers and a Hoplite breastplate. Bald with only a black goatee as the noticable bit of hair on him, his skin was an ashen grey with a blood-red tattoo that circled around his left arm, side, and eye.
His name...
Kratos, once known as the Ghost of Sparta.
And The God of War.
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This lil plot bunniy creeped into my head while I was watching a 'Let's Play' of GoW3 a few days ago and wouldn't let up till I put it to paper, so to speak.
Considering I have other stories to work on, I might offer this one up for possible adoption. But I will continue it if enough people want me to; the choice is yours, readers.