Chapter 1: Chapter 1

When Immortals Interfere Chapter 1

To those that don't know I don't like religion, any religion and will give it a slight bashing mainly on Christianity but also on people that follow it, because I believe that if there is a god or many gods, we and all other creatures on the many planets are some sort of sick experiment that they got going so that they didn't have to fight each other for amusement or sit in their singularity.

Here is a few quotes for you.

"A sword is never a killer; it is but a tool in the killer's hands." –Seneca

"A weapon is but an instrument, it's wielder but an artist of battle and death." –Me

Also I absolutely refuse to call the specials in Heroes, heroes or villains.

I don't own Heroes or Naruto, though I am just using I thank Fiori75 for helping me work out details and help keeping me motivated.

The eclipse had just started, when they opened their eyes. He of course reacted in violence at being buried, again. He punched through the top of his coffin, and started forcing his way out of the grave. He breathed his first real breathe in over sixty years nearly a minute later. He looked up, and saw that the moon had covered the sun and was slowly leaving it. He cracked his neck and started doing exercises to take the stiffness from sixty years of staying in the same place. Oh he went in voluntarily he even dug his own grave, had even been there much longer then that. He just didn't like acting dead. He knew that he did it because of the assholes that he had served in the last war that he was aware of and he had only been out a short decade during that time. He looked around with his blue eyes and looked over his funeral suit.

It was covered in dust, really he did what he could to make sure it stayed in proper condition since he had been using the same suit for his funerals for the last two centuries, even missed a war well wearing it, he was still a little annoyed that the other ancients let him miss a war of that size, and it also brought forth so many good memories. She had even kissed him once at his second to last funeral when he was wearing this suit, true she slapped him during the last one but that didn't really matter.

She only kissed him so many times since the flood in the last however long they had been alive minus roughly seventy years, he had kept track only because he, and near all other immortals, had an extreme memory. She was only three years older then he was. He remembered the good old days when he had hunted her and the rest of his kind or just found their bodies after Akatsuki was done with them or when he couldn't find them he started hunting bloodlines. The only one of their kind that he didn't purposely hunt was Gaara and that was because he was a good friend even after his hunger had begun.

He hoped he didn't have to get laid with another mortal because his descendants made too many enemies, what with his urge to hunt, to kill, to figure out how things work and tick passed onto them even the ones that didn't have abilities. He used one of his numerous powers to find his descendants. Ah he was making his way to Texas, but he was currently in LA, California. The other was dying the slow death of cancer in a cabin in the wilderness. That was weird since most of his descendants are supernaturally healthy, must be that he had the ill begotten luck of not having such a thing to help him out.

He moved his now extremely long hair that cover his 6' foot frame, and pulled out his dog tags. On one side it had the name Ares imprinted on it on the other it had Fox on it on both of them. He started walking towards New York. He used his shape shifting to make his hair go to its normal style of gravity defying spikes instead of acting as primitive clothing. He really was starting to hate himself for putting his grave in the middle of nature and nowhere as well as his habit to not want to use his talents at all on the day of his awakening.

Sure he had made the grave nearly four centuries earlier but still, couldn't people have moved closer. He could guess that she hated him, but then again they were probably going to be neutral towards one another for this lifetime unless a good old big war came along. Then they would be either comrades, friends and maybe lovers, but never married because they really could not hold onto a marriage for more then one lifetime they had tried it just didn't work or they could enemies, rivals, people on different sides a war that didn't go out of their way to kill one another.

They were fickle by nature, being immortal makes one such. You can't really stay on one decision for your entire life when you find it hard to end that life or it goes on continually for hundreds of years without end. It seems a quality nearly all natural immortals have is being completely suicidal the first few months to figure out how much and what they can heal. Some did it to find out what they could survive, some to die, others to figure out their powers and yet more for other reasons. He remembered Gaara and his perfect immortal killing weapon. Gaara's sand was the perfect weapon against immortals because it could destroy every part of their body and though that hit the button that turns off their immortality even if only temporarily. Also it was the perfect weapon because it didn't let them regenerate. He remembered the sand he had crawled through to get to the surface and also made it so much easier to get to the surface. Ah so Gaara had remembered the promise to bury him whenever he felt the need to rest from the world.

His memories started to consume him as he thought of all the other ancients that had survived the tests of time. He first remembered all the ninja techniques that could be used to create psuedo-immortality. Kakuza of the black threads, Sasori of the red sand, Madara of the burning leaf, Hidan the undying are all very good examples of this. Itachi and Nagito could have become immortal if they truly wanted to, though they didn't. There were numerous other such examples after the fourth shinobi war and before it as well. Each techniques for immortality had its' own consequences and dangerous of dying for not only just after using it but also for long term.

Kakuzu for example had those black threads that made up his entire body with the exception of his heart or the hearts of his victims, and made him extremely greedy it also was rather easy to kill him if you just focused on destroying his hearts. He could have been consumed by the black threads, if he had failed the bonding process. Sasori just had to preserve his heart and chakra system, which was rather easy compared to the rest of the process. If you think turning the rest of your body into to that of a puppet is a rather easy process, then his immortality was easy to get. He could have easily died of a number of things. The disadvantages of that particular method were that he destroyed his emotions and he was rather machine like. Madara took a huge step down in power in the century after he took his brother's eyes to save himself from blindness. To maintain his immortality he had to constantly siphon off a bit of his power to keep previous wounds, or age from killing him. In the end it wasn't Naruto that killed him it was previous wounds and age because he just couldn't continue fighting someone who was a chakra juggernaut like Naruto is. He couldn't maintain his constant siphoning and his wounds came back to kill him and he aged rapidly. Naruto watched as the wound that should have killed him nearly seventy years previously reappeared on him and he died as he cursed the Shodai Hokage, the first Hokage with his last breathe.

Immortals were classified into five to six categories depending on point of view. The under a thousand years old are called Newborns, the over a thousand are called Immortals, the over ten thousand are called Nobles, the over twenty thousand years old were called Ancients, and a selected few certain oriented ancients were given the title of Gods. The other classification was Elemental, in that they were either traditional elementals, nontraditional elements or had some version of elemental-like ability and also unable to die of age or in shorthand immortal. They had their own unique system that they kept to themselves. Elementals ruled themselves, while Gods and Goddesses ruled over the other immortals.

Naruto was the god of war and the god the hunt because he was the most powerful combat, whether mental combat or physical combat, oriented ancient. It was also because of his rather unique hunting habits which included hunting specials and those talented in combat whether normal mortals or immortals, the hunting of mortals had been becoming a rarity for him these days while the immortals gave plenty of fight, and other immortals who were either god, ancient, or under those two. Because of that he was also named god of the hunt. The goddess of prophesy was a friend of both himself and his wife, or possibly ex-wife he didn't know currently. She was named Alice and became the goddess of prophesy because one of her mental abilities allowed her to see all around the world and be able to tell sound advice for the one she was speaking with but don't let that fool you. Just because two of her talents let her give such sound advice didn't mean that she wasn't able to duke it out with the best of them, she wouldn't have been his friend if she wasn't. Alice also happened to be the second best mental combat expert of the ancients, with himself being the first. The goddess of war was his counterpart and his wife and if not that then definitely his ex-wife. Gaara never really saw the point of going for one of the titles of gods, besides that it would provide him a position of power and leadership over the immortals and that wasn't something that he particularly wanted after his first lifetime and how much it would remind him of his siblings.

He then remembered Noah and all of his false promises that he would bring people with him on the ship he was having them build but only brought the near harmless animals, no giant tigers that populated the rare parts of the world (They all died), the giant dangerous seals that populated the north (They had survived for awhile but had since become extinct), or even the intelligent wolves and dogs (they had luckily survived and he made sure that they stayed that way as a tribute to Kiba) that so many villages used, only two of each kind making sure that they were of the opposite gender or that they could make more of themselves if their species didn't have a gender. He remembered how Japan had been the land that Noah finally found (more like fell in since the water elementals simply willed the water to leave the islands alone for the time being.) and how they, immortals, had already populated it. Evolution just a dozen centuries before that started making immortals and ninja created techniques to copy that after a century or two after that, so by comparison to nowadays they were all very young.

Very few of the immortals were killed in the flood but all remembered that traitorous, to their race, genocide, again, seeking bastard. They had had to remake humanity, after destroying his body and mind (They didn't know about how to harm/destroy his soul since they weren't even sure of a soul's existence then, though they are now. They found it the hard way, still didn't know how to harm/destroy it though), and that had been troublesome, to borrow one of his first lifetime's friend's lines. He remembered how Shikamaru died in that flood, old and watching as his children and grandchildren became like him and watching as they died as the water crashed onto them and consumed them forever.

He had been with all of his old, and they had been old by that time, friends that had survived the fourth war with when it the great flood happened. Of those who participated in the fourth great shinobi war only Gaara, he, and his counterpart had survived to the current times, others had survived the flood but couldn't win against the sands of time and difficulties of being Immortal. He saw the pain of the ones that had not been able to die with their loved ones. He saw the pain in Gaara as he learned of his siblings deaths in that flood. Gaara walked through the water to the desert that his entire life had revolved around. Naruto had walked with him, even as he tried to find them but their bodies had been consumed, and destroyed, by the time they got there. Even when they only took five days to get there after the flood, there still was a raging underwater sandstorm made of a desert that Gaara now controlled completely. Gaara had not cried since he was six years old since the assassination attemp at himself by his uncle, not once in over sixty four year, not at the death of his father (his tyrannical, abusing only to Temari (She didn't tell them till they were in their fifties), assassin sending after his own children, piece of shit father) his teacher, his wife, his first child, but he had at the death of the two people (They were made immortals by Naruto at the request of Gaara so that they could stay with him for all time) that had been with him for more than sixty years.

Naruto had of course supported him and made sure he didn't commit suicide. Gaara's code of honor would not take that, it never would be able to take that and he admitted, many centuries after the fact that, he wouldn't have been able to take it. So Naruto made sure that even as Gaara begged for death, even as his own hunger told him to let Gaara die, Gaara didn't die. Naruto had been forced to make Gaara see that he was need by her, by himself, by his siblings so that their memory would never fade. Gaara had two pictures of them hanging on his wall in his room, in his house, somewhere in China. Naruto remembered when Gaara first found Death Valley when the new world was first discovered. Oh had Gaara made it seem like it was its name sake when the first people came into it. He had somewhere in his second hundred year gain control of heat, and moved his conscious mind to that desert when it had alerted him of someone entering it. He then used the sand to make settlements appear on the very edge of vision for the people in the valley and increased the heat exponentially. Nowadays he just moved rocks to fuck with people and had an internet connection that told him whenever someone got a new idea and posted it on the internet about what really was moving the rock. They had both had a few laughs at some of them. Surprisingly the closest had been that the rocks had been intelligent. Gaara was one of the few ancients that stayed in touch with mortals and was a friend of Naruto's. He was a cold and near emotionless business man with mortals but still sort of civil last time Naruto had check. That was nearly sixty years previous, but then again Gaara wasn't one to change quickly unless Naruto invoked that change in him.

Naruto, after finally escaping his bad and good memories, had arrived at New York. He whistled the city that he had watched through nearly two centuries had really grown in the last sixty. He used another of his abilities to see the amount of humans, both special and normal, and saw that there had been no real big wars, he had been able to predict the numbers if a big war didn't happen and they were remarkably close together, in the time he had been asleep. He didn't know if that was a bad or good thing, but also saw that the amount of people on the planet was nearing unsustainable. He was glad that he didn't miss another big war but another war, which killed in the thousands per every contact with the enemy on both sides, was necessary now within the next few years.

He started walking to find a temporary place of residence before he got into his bank account. He found interest to be one of the best things that mortals thought up, right next to banking mainly because all it did was help immortals that were used to just carrying around pounds of semi-pure gold and hiding what they couldn't carry. Now they did the same thing but got money for doing it. The fact most of the banks were now ruled by other immortals made sure that their money wasn't taken from them. Naruto focused on specials now. There were around fifty to seventy thousand but even his power wasn't exact on them. He focused on the special in just this city. He found a surprising amount of them in just the single city. For now he would just go to the nearest ones since one was on the top of a building and he really didn't feel like having a special die today, of all day, in his city on the day of his awakening.

He found the guy just as his brother, from what his ability could tell him, was arriving. He saw them both and saw their ability, one of the few abilities that he had hound the world over, multiple times, to find and claim as his own. He instantly back up a step when he saw the person on the building's ability. He wasn't about to be in the radius of a person who could copy all of his powers, permanently. He would rather have the world hound him then give up his abilities to someone who clearly didn't need them and wasn't going to hunt him. The other could do what he liked and maybe a little prompting would make sure that he did what Naruto wanted.

Naruto looked at Nathan as he spoke into the phone asking where Peter was. He watched Peter drop his phone. He chose now to do some prompting. He yelled to Nathan, "You're going to want to catch him fly boy. Have a nice flight." He turned around and moved at the normal ninja speed to find someplace to rent and rest at.

To Nathan it was like he just disappeared without a trace and then he saw his brothers phone past by his face. He listened to his brother rant and then jump. He felt the need to fly to save his little brother. He did just that. He caught him much like the blonde haired (Teen or was it man? He would later say that he just had an ageless face when talking to Peter and his contacts) male said he would. He saw Peter flying as well when he lost his grip on him. Then he fell from roughly twenty feet and looked like he had a concussion. Nathan immediately landed and dialed 911 on his cell.

Naruto found a room in what looked like a rather run down apartment building in Brooklyn. It was close enough for him to watch over Nathan and his blessed brother. He also knew one thing, if Peter ever gained a certain amount of power he would have to end him, permanently. He really didn't want Peter ever becoming immortal, especially because he would be at the physical meetings (they happened every few hundred years, to them it's like a meeting every five to ten years, though they hadn't had one in nearly seven hundred years) of the immortals and that would give him near endless power. From the mutterings that he could hear and a little digging into the thoughts of others, he managed to find that a geneticist lived here, or used to.

He got a foxy grin, he always liked geneticists. Mainly because he had been there when the others and he himself, had changed the genes of all their children so that the world wasn't full of just immortals. They had no need to tempt Mother Nature to make something that hunted them extremely well. He really didn't want the competition from something(s) that would do nothing with the powers of those that they killed, the main reason why he had suggested the change of genes to the rest of the gathered immortals. Even when he was that young his words had effects, even then he was the strongest of them all with his friends being the only ones close to his level. As such they listened and changed the genes of their children.

He could and would hunt immortals but there were certain grounds that were considered neutral or safe from fighting. Japan was a big no, no for his or any other immortals hunting. Anywhere where the dead rested was also against it, not to mention him he refused to fight anywhere where the dead were put to a final rest as respect for the dead, disrespect the dead near him and he will find the person who did it and tear their head off as soon as they were away from the resting place. So long as no final resting places were there they were fine. Also if it had been over a century since a new addition to the resting place had been added, then it was no longer considered a final resting place. The punishment for fighting on top of a final resting place wasn't the worse that they could bestow but usually you were forced to work as a grave digger or an undertaker for a century, more if you do it repeatedly. Holy grounds as well were considered neutral and where many deals that had immortals that disliked one another intensely negotiated happened.

Anyone who broke the neutral status of Japan or holy ground and was immortal was put on the most wanted list (which was broadcasted by Alice to all immortals throughout the world every week. If you didn't get a message there was no one on the wanted list, which happened more times then not, or you were on the wanted list. Most people wonder if she uses her powers to find it out or if she is told about it by someone else) as number one and hunted by all the immortal community, something even he wasn't about to do and wouldn't survive if he did. He was stubborn, strong, intelligent and powerful but he wasn't arrogant and didn't believe that he would survive a battle against the entire community of all the many immortals in the world. He had been on some of the hunts against the fools that did break the neutral status, their ashes didn't even survive and that was before he even got to most of them.

Anyways away from that rather gruesome topic in his mind, the community naturally made their descendants weaker so that nothing like Noah ever happened again. He remedied that by giving his descendants his instinctual hunger to find out how things worked, how they ticked. They also had the urge to hunt, and to kill that totally came from the demonic blood that he, and in turn they, gained from Kyuubi. He truly didn't give his descendants an ability he just didn't make them the weak civilian standard of the now and instead had given them the standard civilian of the elemental countries. If they had naturally gained some small part of his shapeshifting ability, it was not intentional on his part. His hugner got his descendants in a lot of trouble, and he had got absolutely nothing against him from the others. Most of the community had done a similar thing, not the civilian of now to the civilian of back then but more like gave them their urges and instincts, as he had and some had even gone further and gave them abilities.

Elementals had given the most gifts, their love of natures, increased senses, a need of flight, being able to swim like a fish and larger lungs, a love of the earth, any number of things. Elementals were more vulnerable to mental diseases then the rest of the immortals, they knew it too. Their physical form also depended on their mental state to sustain itself and their physical state reflects their mental state. They could literally become one with their element because they no long remembered who they were, no longer had a will, or spirit or however you wished to put it. They didn't want to ever become like that so they gave into becoming their element early before their souls could be claimed by illness and their element. They gave a special gene to all of their descendants, so that they could help their element and planet like they had so that they could carry on their burden.

Almost all of the elementals from that time are now dead and nearly all of the elementals of now are descendants of them. He hadn't hunted elementals, purposefully ever accidentally a couple times but he at least let them escape when he learned what they were. Once he gave the excuse of it being because he didn't want to learn what his spiritual element was, or that he wouldn't be able to take their powers, but really he hadn't hunted them out of respect for the elements themselves and the elementals that had made an impacted on him, though he had a fight to pick with some elemental for being so damn idiotic or just out right arrogant.

Anyways he had a room for the week, and would most likely have to get to his bank soon. Then he could just go to his house, as he hoped that she had at least had enough respect to not burn it down. He went to his room and went to sleep.

Hospital

Nathan was calmly freaking out at the moment. He had been seen, flying, by a random stranger that might have incredible influence somewhere in the state and then he could say good bye to his senator seat and hello government experimental center. Then there was the fact that he had stepped away when he had looked up, most likely looking at Peter. He must know something, but Nathan wanted to keep this covered up. Besides a look through the past twenty maybe forty years to look for the man and then he would be fine, maybe learn some dark secret. He would most likely give a physical description of him to his contact within the police and/or military have them look him up to see if he had any dark secrets with them. He had already started to write down what he could remember of the man.

He had already made up the cover story that he was going to use for Peter, and he had told his mother about it all, except the flying part after all there was no need for her to think they were crazy, already including the strange man. She had gone deathly pale, and told him to not pursue it or that man, but he was not going to give up on it so easily. She just repeated her warning to not pursue it and that the man was not someone anyone ever wanted to mess with and that his counterpart might take badly to someone hunting her mate.

Nathan wanted to know what his mother knew but after that she had remained stubbornly silent after that and looked deathly afraid and told him a name. She said his name was 'Ares'. The fact that he made her afraid, alone made Nathan want to know that much more but also made him much more cautious, because she was friends with a powerful mobster who if he really tried could make their life a living hell and she had every right to be afraid of him and she wasn't in the slightest. Not only was this guy very, very, powerful he was a complete unknown in the politic area. Unknowns were bad no matter where you were, on the battlefield or in the court.

Nathan focused all he knew about him. He had an ageless face that screamed of wisdom and war, with three whisker-like scars or birthmarks, and spiky blonde hair. He was lean and had been wearing a suit like one does at a funeral. He had obvious training in a military of some kind. He had a predatory aura, and his movements had the grace of an assassin, even when he had taken only that single step he was taking it knowing what he was going to touch and ready to react to anything. It might be possible that he memorized everything he saw but it was unlikely. Then he considers the fact that he could fly, which he would only ever admit to himself and maybe his brother that meant that the impossible became the improbable. There was also the fact that he had just disappeared as soon as he was done talking.

He took a deep breath and picked up his phone to call his contacts with the information that he had.

The next day

Nathan was waiting for Peter to wake up, as well as thinking over what his contacts had told him. From the police he had absolutely nothing, no criminal record, no birth certificate, nothing at all. That all meant he was possibly a foreigner. No one in politics seemed to know him or of him. One of his contacts in the military however, his old drill sergeant who was a veteran from World War 2, had come to physically meet him. He said that he didn't want what he was going to say to be heard by anyone else. They went walking in the park before he explained. He had looked to make sure that no one was watching or listening in before he started.

Bill's exact words before he began had been "I don't know how you came into contact with that monster, but I suggest that you give up on your search. If you still want to know I will tell you what you what I know of him."

Nathan had replied "I want to know"

He looked around again and said "He was a bit of a legend in the war, an absolute monster on the battlefield."

Nathan interrupted "What war and how long ago?"

Bill said "The Second World War, and nearly sixty years ago. Now then let me finish and ask your questions later. He always wore two tags on a silver chain around his neck, they had the name Ares engraved on both on opposite sides, and Fox engraved on the other sides because of his tags he was called Ares, but not only because of them. He would constantly change what he was wearing but his tags were always visible. His spiky hair would look like gold on the battlefield. He would normally get in close dodging bullets, and once he was within arms reach he would start destroy the battalion with the first person. He was a monster of close combat, once he even literally punched a hole through a person's chest. He always had a cocky grin on his face and a look that clearly said that he was superior to everyone else on the entire field. I meet him twice, once on the battlefield and once when the war was over. Ares spared me on the battlefield because of one thing, because he was bored from such weaklings his word, not mine." He visibly shivered

"When I meet him the next time, we had a nice and long talk. He seemed to live for wars, and had stated how disappointed he was that he had missed the First World War. He was rather pleasant and polite but I never really shuck the feeling that if he wanted me dead I would be also he never lost his predatory aura. He had told me that he wasn't going to tell me his real name, because he found me not the other way around, and that I might be able to impart his words and stories to others. He had never shown his true power or potential on the battlefield, he stated that it was because of his childhood. What he did tell about himself was that he was older then he looked, and that if I should find someone who was searching for him, to tell them that he was more then willing to indulge them in the hunt but also a warning that they wouldn't be the only ones hunting. That he would be hunting them as soon as he learned they were hunting him."

Nathan said "How old did he appear when you last saw him?"

Bill said "Around twenty maybe twenty two, but I always thought that he had this look on his face that said he was much older that he had somehow slowed his aging. I didn't ask anything about it. I think I should go now." He got up from his seat and left looking around warily.

Nathan was nearly gaping, the person he was searching for not only found a way to slow his aging, as he had seen the results very clearly, had been in the Second World War, and only appeared to be twenty-seven, nearly sixty years after the fact. Ares was apparently a monster in combat and had scared not only his mother, making him wonder how she knew who he was, but his drill sergeant, and he was a person that wanted people to hunt him, if only so he could do the same to them. In the words of his Drill sergeant, he was a monster. If Nathan had known about Sylar, he would have doubtlessly thought that he was him.

Naruto who sat not to far away, looked at him frowned that he hadn't decided to take up the hunt before sighing and getting up to leave. He was going to have to go see his descendant just to get a decent hunt, he had no doubt that he could easily kill his descendant but he loved the hunt and war since there was currently no war worthy of him he would have to settle for the hunt, that was all sorts of unfair to him. He thought 'how unlucky". Then he laughed bitterly, everyone who had known him, and were currently dead, from his first lifetime had thought he was lucky the truth was that he was the most unlucky soul on Earth. He was cursed to eternal life, and blessed by it as well. He felt wetness on his cheeks, and looked up at the raining sky and couldn't help but laugh. He could no long cry, not unless one of the few of his remaining friends died, or if she did. Athena was the name that the tags used for her, it also marked her as his to kill, to hunt, to comfort, to love, as his marked him hers.

He was Ares and she was Athena, now all they had to do was meet again.

And end for this chapter. I ask that people read and review, tell me what you think, If you like my original idea.

Anyways have a good day and please do review.

Later, Silver out.