Menma of Azeroth.

"We are In need, the Burning Legion remains a looming threat, and the Lich King isn't much better." said a crystalline being, its body made of brilliant white gold shards, as it floating in a realm many different states, it personally stood in a great shaft of light, it's voice melodious and strong, this was A'dal.

"Who? Who could possibly turn the tides enough, the Heroes of the past are too few in number" said another being, it was a large cyclone of pure electricity and wind, a pair of glowing eyes and four fingered claws were its only definitive shapes, with a pair of silver bracers on its 'wrists', a great pair of golden shoulder guards and a face mask, along with long black cape falling to its 'feet', this was Al'akir, Wind Lord.

"Honestly, I doubt there is one such being. We'd need an army, one only the titans could craft" said a watery being, made entirely of said substance, having coral looking armour all over its upper torso and a crown of coral, with dark golden coloured eyes, this was Neptulon, Tide Hunter.

Ragnaros, Lord of Flames was exempt from this council, because of his quote 'Busier schedule with various adventurers' it seemed many of Azeroth's Heroes enjoyed antagonizing the Fire Lord.

"Typical, none of us are able to even assist these blasted mortals when they are too pathetic to protect themselves" said Therazane, she was a semi-human looking earth creature, with gems and various glittering substances dotting her 'skin' he was quite large and was held aloft in the air by thousands upon thousands of dust particles, known as Therazane, the Stone Mother, or Earth Mother to the Tauren.

"I am unaware of such a champion" said creature of pure beauty, her name, Elune. Goddess of the Moon, cascading dark blue hair that fell to her waist, her skin was a light shade of purple and she was clothed in a white dress, which was cut at the shoulders and had a V, showing some cleavage.

"I do" said a voice, everyone turned to one of their fellow Patron's, the creature known as Arceus, God of a world called Server, "I've had a certain person within my realm for a few years now" an image of a certain being appeared on a small screen that was created by Arceus' power.

"Menma Uchiha, he's a true powerhouse, more so than even myself enough to rival one of your Titan's in strength. He fused with one of my kin, Darkrai to stabilize his enormous power, leading to create even more. Right now Uchiha-san has secluded himself for a whole year, time moves separately in your realm to mine, he could. Theoretically, train his new powers in Azeroth while destroying a certain being of pure destruction" Elune, A'dal, Neptulon, Al'akir and Therazane all were sceptical.

"You claim to have such a being, and I don't doubt he is strong, do you not give him too much credit?"asked Al'akir, looking at the meditating form of the Legendary Hollow, meditating in the Distortion World, Giratina resting behind him.

Several copies of the strange looking humanoid sent blasts of various types at one another, while avoiding others, "Rasenringu…" muttered the original, a large orb of pure dark energy gathered in his hands, with a white ring on the outside, much like a planets rings.

He, with a very minor effort, pushed it forward, and it exploded outwards, smothering a large amount of the empty space, and exploding all of the copies that attempted to flee.

Kalecgos, Alexstrasza, Ysera and Nozdormu, arrived at this precise moment "We apologize for arriving late we were…what is this?" asked Nozdormu, he was in the form of a High Elf, with a high kept bronze coloured ponytail, beard and braids, glowing blue eyes, and several runic styled tattoo's over his chest, a shoulder guard with a sand timer inside, and blue-bronze robe bottoms.

"This is Arceus' suggested Champion to combat the evil that plagues our world, his name is Menma Uchiha." Said A'dal, its melodious voice chiming in once more, garnering attention as Menma began floating in the middle of Distortion World, Zekrom had appeared, and the two began smashing into one another, great quakes echoing with each strike.

"What a strange being" said Alexstrasza, she had fiery red hair, arching horns protruding from the side of her skull, with two shorter ones just below them, a bronze tan on her flawless skin, golden slit eyes, and full red lips, a figure many women would kill for, much like her sister Ysera, with a plated Bikini-like armour style, and thigh high plate leg guards, boots, and clawed gauntlets. Her cloak was a transparent red in colour.

"But his power is undeniable" said Ysera, she, like Alexstrasza, was a complete bombshell, though slightly more lithe than her buxom sister, though nothing to be displeased about, with similar armour style, though with a green dominant colour, her skin was a slightly darker purple than Elune's, with flowing green hair, and had longer, straighter horns that had a slight curve in them. She had green facial markings, and lips, with glowing azure eyes; she was donned in a light, transparent purple cloak.

"That I can agree with" said Kalecgos, he was essentially a tall, well built, human with well-kept blue hair, matching eyes and tanned skin, his clothes comprised of a brown vest over a white dress shirt, brown trousers and boots with a white cuff, he wore a blue cape that fell to his ankles.

"Dragon Claw!" roared Zekrom, his right arm glowed a deadly green, with flames licking the edges, Menma tossed away his shoulder coat, revealing a grey skinned handsome faced man, his body exploded in black electricity.

"Lightning Armour 20%!" roared Menma blocking the Dragon Claw and delivering a vicious kick to Zekrom's torso sending the Black Dragon away from him.

"That is quite the feet" said Nozdormu; one could tell from his tone he was impressed.

"Yes, Zekrom and his sister Reshiram are almost as powerful as myself. That's why Menma trains with the former of the two, Zekrom chose Menma to use his power when needed" informed Arceus.

"And you allowed a mortal, no matter how strong, to command your child?" asked a sceptical Ysera, she could tell this 'Menma' was very powerful but he was still just that, mortal.

"Oh, Menma-san is FAR from mortal, look to his heart, what do you see?" they all shared a look before looking, and saw something that shocked them to their cores.

"…There is a gaping hole in his chest…" said Alexstrasza, placing a hand over her own reflexively.

"How is he alive?" questioned Elune, curiosity dripping from her words.

"Menma-san is a Hollow. A creature born from a human of his original world when they feel nothing but pure hatred, emptiness and loneliness." One could see the heartbreak on the Life Binder's face when Arceus said this, being in tune with all life, hearing one living being having such a condition made her chest ache.

"How is that possible?" questioned Kalecgos.

"I am unaware as to the details, as myself and Menma-san have only talked once. And not upon this topic, but I'm sure he would share the details if you felt so inclined to ask him"

Distortion World, inside Menma's Realm.

"You are aware we are being watched…correct?" asked Giratina, gaining a nod from the Hollow/Pokemon/Bijuu who began creating a large sphere of Dark Type energy in his hand, his purple gem attached to his hip glowing as it was drained.

"I am. Yes, though it is your Father, so I am not worried, Arceus has no ill will towards me, why would he? When I have dedicated an entire organisation to creating balance in our world?" asked Menma rhetorically, as he tossed the sphere at Zekrom, who was using Fusion Bolt, Zekrom's entire form was surrounded by a dangerous sphere of blue lightning, the turbine like tail he possessed aglow with power, and roaring like an engine.

"Damn it!" shouted out Zekrom, trying to win out against his Master.

"Where's Reaper, and Apocalypse, I assume they are still here?" asked a voice from the side, it was Palkia, in her human form, wearing her Pokemon Form styled armour, minus a helmet, revealing a beauty with short white hair, cream coloured iris' and pink lips. Her skin was a light pale with several pink markings on various points on her body.

"They cannot leave on their own, one would assume as much" answered Giratina, blasting Menma with a Hyper Beam, only to have it batted aside, sighing the serpent lay back down "I'll get him one day."

"Sure you will" said Palkia, a blank look on her face, Giratina's face armour clicked back over his mouth as he sent a glare at his sister, but remained silent.

"Here we are." Said Apocalypse, Aka Mewtwo, donned in purple and white robes with a white scarf covering the lower half of his face, leaving on his eyes visible, as a hood covered the top half.

Reaper, Aka Scizor, was a black coloured insectoid creature with claw like pincers, each pincer having a lilac coloured swirl, much like eyes, and blood red wings, he was donned in a black duster coat, constantly fiddling with the buttons.

"We're being watched by Father." Informed Giratina, before laying himself flat once more, enjoying his down time, while he enjoyed sparring with Menma, damn that man was intense, Zekrom was much more physically orientated anyway.

"Dark Pulse!" spoke Menma as a large Darkness gathered around him, before exploding outwards, boosting the already powerful Dark Blitz, when it hit the Dark Blitz it exploded sending Zekrom back, crashing into a forest of blue trees.

Menma landed on a floating island and sighed "I'll go see what he wants, Kai…" the Illusionary/Time-space dimension, collapsed and they found themselves atop Mt. Silver once more.

"Kamui" following the faint energy signal that Arceus gave off at all time he vanished into a whirlpool of shifting space.

Patrons Landing.

"He can't seriously…" muttered Kalecgos his eyes bulged when he saw the same whirlpool of shifting space appear in the Patrons Landing, the place where those of not quite deity status gathered, mins Elune she was considered a true God, but always looked to the others for assistance in times of need.

Menma appeared his shoulder coat draped across him, his flaming white hair flowing though both of his eyes were visible, both showing teal sclera, ripples running through them, his Mangekyo Rennegan flared his iris was metallic silver in colour.

"Arceus…do you require my assis…wow" Was all he could muster, looking around the gathered life forms with wonder, taking a step back to truly appreciate the scene before him, a large flood of nostalgia flooded his being, a book. From his childhood, that Madara-Otousama would read to him, of every fantastical creature, from the smallest Dwarf, to the boldest Dragon.

"Kami above…" he whispered, Arceus chuckled.

"One would assume, after all the creatures you've seen in Server, that these weirdo's wouldn't really phase you." Said an amused Arceus, who gained shocked looks from his fellow patrons, he was usually so formal.

"Just…a reminder of simpler times." Said Menma a forlorn smile across his face, he chuckled at the first time Madara and Kurama had told him about a Dragon, he was 5 at the time, and he swore that one day he'd become 'Blood-kin' with one, to remind himself of times past.

He was 5 but always had a streak for the oddest of mental thought patterns, Dragons + Blood = Happy childhood memories.

Yep.

Shaking himself of his reverie Menma looked up to the horse…thing "What is it you need of me? That you would need to alert Giratina to your watching us, he sucks at sensing your energy" Arceus chuckled a powerful sound from the centre of his chest.

"These, are the Patrons of Azeroth and Outland. You stand in Patrons Landing, the realm were all those who are not quite deities gather to meet, for either tactical reasons or for social gatherings." Informed Arceus.

"Greetings, I am A'dal. Of the Naaru I represent my kin and Shattrath City, Naaru are creatures of the light" Menma could already say he enjoyed A'dal's company the crystal apparition gave of an aura of pure serenity.

"I am Elune, Goddess of the Moon, and Guardian of the Kaldorei" said the beautiful elven woman, Menma could get used to her race quite easily.

"I am Al'akir, Lord of Storms"

"Neptulon, Lord of Tides"

"Therazane, the Earth Mother. A pleasure"

The three elementals all tipped their heads politely when they greeted the Hollow, who returned the gesture as well as he could, almost tripping over himself in shock that he was still in this situation.

"I am Nozdormu, Dragon Aspect of Time, Leader of the Bronze Dragon Flight" greeted the tanned elf male.

"You're a dragon?" questioned Menma, is this it? The dragons of Azeroth look like elves? That was a great disappointment.

"Yes, all four of us are the Aspects of our respective Flights; I am Alexstrasza, the Life Binder, of the Red Dragon Flight" greeted the red haired beauty, with a warm smile upon her face.

"Ysera; The Dreamer, Leader of the Green Dragon Flight, Guardian of the Emerald Dream" greeted Ysera with a small smile gracing her lips, Menma nodded in return, his eyes crinkling with his smile.

"Kalecgos, Ambassador of the Blue Dragon Flight, as Malygos is…indisposed"

"What happened to him…You know what don't tell me. Where is the mother fucker I'll just subjugate his ass" said Menma looking around to the group of shocked faces that annoyed him.

"Look, if you guys want my help. I'll let you know now; I don't pussy foot around, waiting for things to happen, I go in, fucking destroy everything that holds me from my objective, and then complete it" said Menma crossing his arms.

"Someone give me the information. And I'll get it done, Server was getting pretty tame anyway I need to release some bloodlust before I go insane" Menma tapped his foot impatiently and looked around once more, A'dal floated forward.

"Please…calm your mind, I shall instil the memories you require."

"Give me all of it, none of this 'require' shit. Don't test me, glow-boy, I'll shatter your ass" glared Menma as a powerful laugh sounded from A'dal who bobbed up and down, like a nod. Menma closed his eyes and a tendril of light left A'dal's sun shaft slithering into Menma's skull.

For a few moments Menma felt nothing, then a searing, burning sensation inside his brain, blood began leaking from his eyes, nose and ears, his eyes rolled back and he hit the ground, twitching and spasming in pain.

Alexstrasza gasped and quickly placed a hand atop his forehead, Ysera kneeling to join her sister in healing the Uchiha, to avoid the death of their new champion.

Alexstrasza watched a slowly he ceased twitching, and Ysera seemed to smile, reading the surface dreams that swirled inside his mind, a family-a Clan-with many powerful, loving, members.

"Your world." Said Menma, his eyes snapped open, a giant, ferocious grin upon his face "Is so bloody awesome." Orgrimmar, Darnassus, Stormwind, Undercity, Thunderbluff, to name only a few, he wanted to see these places, immerse himself within this world, never come back…standing up he turned to Arceus, who looked slightly confused.

"I'll be leaving a Blood Clone to complete the set up of Ragnarock, in your world. And will gladly do whatever the hell these guys want" with that he summoned up the Kusanagi, in Chokuto form and impaled it right through his chest, all of the Azerothians gasped in horror, as he began bleeding gallons of blood, the blood fell the hilt of the blade and quickly began pooling at his feet.

With a single handsign he whispered "Blood Clone Jutsu" the blood began to form, into a humanoid shape, and slowly became Menma "Take command while I'm away. Make sure everything is ready" the clone nodded and vanishing into a Kamui.

"Right" said Menma clapping his hands "Who do you want dead?"

"Arthas Menethil, the Lich King. And Kil'jaeden of the Burning Legion though no doubt, if you defeat Kil'jaeden, Sargeras will appear the Leader of the Burning Legion." Menma nodded at Al'akir's words, and began writing on a scroll that just somehow appeared in his hands.

"Anyone else?"

"Nefarian, of the Black Dragon Flight" said Nozdormu, he was sick of that fool and besides, even with what he'd witnessed, he doubted this boy could accomplish what he said he could, so he took this as more a wish list.

"Next?"

"Ragnaros, the Fire Lord." Said Al'akir, it was high time someone knocked off that uppity spark. Besides this boy struck him as one for an appreciation for good weaponry "Kill him and Thunderfury will be yours" Menma blinked as he recalled the image of the magnificent blade.

"Top…priority" muttered Menma as he placed that at the pinnacle of his list, much to Al'akir's amusement.

"The Scourge of the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, along with Scholomance and Stratholme cleared" said A'dal, surprising those that knew him, since his main concerns remained in Outland and Shattrath City, "When you have completed this task, come and see me in Shattrath." Said A'dal, Menma nodded and wrote it down.

"Mine is not a request of bloodshed, but if you seek Nefarion's demise, Vaelastrasz a member of my flight has been hunting the Black Dragon Flight for many years, he will be able to assist you, though I have not heard from him in many years. The last communication was just before he entered Blackwing Lair, atop Upper Black Rock Spire." Informed Alexstrasza, her eyes were lowered in sadness, Menma wrote it down, seeing no more requests he rolled up the scroll and sealed it into his palm.

"I totally forgot about this" he admitted, pulling the sword in his stomach from its fleshy sheath, and whipping it down, before sealing it.

"I'll need to change, I doubt these clothes will be easy to fight in" he mumbled to himself gaining a nod from Arceus.

"No doubt. Oh, reminder. Don't use a lot of your Hollow Powers around the citizens of Azeroth, they'll probably assume you a member of the Legion…and kill you" Menma facepalmed and sighed very loudly.

"Really? More ignorant bigots…it's slowly becoming more tempting to not bother going to the cities." Sighed out the Hollow/Bijuu/Pokemon.

"Fear not, I shall address the Kaldorei of your arrival. If you would like, start in Darnassus, adjust to our world there."

"We could just be asses and toss him in the middle of the Barrens" said Arceus behind a grin, getting a roll of the eyes from his Rent-a-Champion.

"If you feel so inclined, I'll commune with Cairne Bloodhoof, leader of the Tauren. They are usually a very accepting people." Said Therazane, not to play favourites but the Tauren were her favourite race, being deeply shamanistic and druidic people, and a good appreciation for the land, and her.

"Neither, please place me somewhere the Lich King will find me. What better way to destroy your enemy than from the inside? Becoming a Death Knight will allow me to get closer to him, and then. Obliterate him." They all balked in shock, but couldn't really disagree with the idea, it was his choice after all, and they would just have to trust that he had the will to resist.

"Very well, may the Light guide you" intoned A'dal, before vanishing in a cascade of illumination.

"Those who will listen to the earth, will know of your coming, do not disappoint" said Therazane with a grave look on her face.

"Never the less, I shall inform the Kaldorei of your presence upon Azeroth. You will find no enemies among them" Menma smiled and bowed in appreciation.

"I'm ready to go whenever you see fit to send me off" said Menma as a glowing blue portal opened up behind him, with one more look to the fantastical creatures that had contracted him to purge a set of great evil, and grinned at the adventures ahead of him.

End of Chapter.

Well, this is the next part of Menma's adventures through the Multi-verse, though this time it is not of his own control. With the Dragon Aspects, Elementals and Naaru at his back, what could sort of damage and mischief can he cause?

Thank you for reading thus far, please review, it helps me know that these stories are worth writing.

As always you've been a fantastic reader.

Raxychaz.