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I.

A Crow's Caw

Winter breath fanned around Naruto's face as he raced through the forest, dashing across melting snow and jumping over shrubs. His sweat was only making him colder as the wind blew straight through his bones. A kunai was clutched tightly in his hand, subtly tearing his skin underneath its rough wrapping. Under his breath, he bit out, "Where did that crow go?"

The blonde leapt over a fallen branch and quickly scanned the forest, left, right, up, behind. His legs were starting to give out as he came to a clearing, and his feet grazed his body to a halt in the ground. A small town came in sight and Naruto didn't waste time in making a break for it. The crow had to be there behind its stone walls and towers; he could feel it.

As soon as the blonde skidded into the town, he furrowed his brow. Something about it made him stop running and slowly walk through it while carefully looking around. It was strange: the whole place was silent. Besides the air blowing through, nothing was making a sound. There were no occupants around despite all the shops and tools scattered about.

That's when he heard it: a crow's caw.

Naruto swung his head in the direction of the sound to see the winged creature perched defensively on a big wolf statue. His fingers instinctively gripped the weapon in his hand as he crept up to the bird. When he got close enough to strike, he lashed out—

—until he spotted a boy opposite to him, facing the bird from the other way.

Both boys gasped and jumped back, allowing the crow to leave the statue and fly into a stone tunnel. Naruto's stupefied gaze followed the crow and focused back on the small boy standing in front of him. The young man looked just as confused as he did.

Naruto was the first to speak, "K-Kid, what are you doing here?" When he didn't get a response from the boy, he asked another question, "Were you chasing that crow, too?"

This time, the brown-headed kid nodded, but he still said nothing.

Scratching his light locks, Naruto tried to think about the situation. He was so sure that crow was the one that Itachi shoved down his throat, but what did this kid have to do with it?

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the kid then answered softly, "I live here."

Naruto cocked his head to the side. "What?"

Speaking louder, the young man piped, "I live here; that's why I'm here. What are you doing here?"

That's when Naruto noticed the bow and arrow in the kid's hand, and he wondered why he was the only one in the village. Looking anywhere but the kid, Naruto replied, "This is kinda weird, but I think that crow belongs to me. I've been chasing it for awhile and it led me here."

The boy had a disbelieving look in his eye before nodding slowly. Looking into the tunnel where the crow flew into, he subtly pursed his lips.

"What's your name, kid?" Naruto questioned as he followed the boy's gaze into the tunnel.

Answering to the tunnel instead of Naruto, the boy spoke, "Bran. Brandon Stark. What's yours?"

Bran was replied to with silence, and when he turned back to where the tall blonde was standing, there was no one there. He looked around in confusion before spotting something shiny in the dirt. Walking over to it, he bent down and picked it up with his free hand. It was an odd weapon, but intriguing at the same time.

It just looked like a very odd dagger.

And everything went white.

"You're right, that does sound very unusual…"

"I know. Kakashi-sensei, it's weird enough that I remembered a dream in the first place."

Naruto picked at some rotting wood falling off the log he was sitting on while Kakashi watched his actions absentmindedly.

They had been camping out on a mission when Naruto had that strange dream. When he woke up, he felt disoriented and stumbled to Kakashi, tripping on his disheveled sleeping mat. The older ninja, previously focused on watch duty, could tell that his former student was very disturbed and immediately asked him what was wrong. Naruto just stared at him before retelling his dream to him verbatim, all the details so vivid and fresh in his mind that he couldn't believe it was a dream. Kakashi listened intently while noting that the blonde was sweating profusely under his clothes. Usually it took an immense amount of work to make the boy sweat. Something was definitely wrong.

When Naruto was done, it took Kakashi a long while to mull it over. This felt more like a dream to the former teacher—it felt more like a vision of some sorts. Kakashi wasn't one to delve into the deeper magic, but something felt off when Naruto labeled it as a mere dream.

The silver-haired jounin rubbed his chin with two fingers, watching as Naruto busied himself with the rotting foilage. "So it stopped right after you heard the boy's name?"

The blonde nodded in return while flicking a piece of wood off the log. "Yeah, when he asked me what mine was, it felt like I was physically getting sucked out of the dream. Like something was pulling me out. That's when I woke up. The weirdest part is that I feel so freakin' tired. I'm never this tired."

Kakashi slid his glance to Naruto's eyes, meeting a pure look of confusion. Usually the blonde didn't bother with trivial things such as dreams; the boy focused on the present, things happening in real life. The fact that this dream was having such an impact on him, apparently both mentally and physically, screamed that this dream wasn't as simple as it appeared to be.

Clicking his tongue, the masked man asked another question, vaguely comparing this situation to an interrogation, "What was the boy's name again?"

"Brandon Stark," replied the blonde without missing a beat.

Again, this confused the older shinobi. That name sounded nothing like anyone's name in the village. And, despite being a pretty cultured man, Kakashi couldn't remember that name being mentioned anywhere in any other city, any other country, any other…

Kakashi's eye widened slightly as he realized what this dream could possibly mean. It also couldn't have been a coincidence that Naruto happened to be with the one person that could help him. His eye technique could allow dimension hopping, and if this Brandon Stark kid wasn't anywhere in theirs…

The whole idea, the whole situation sounded so extraordinary and random that the older ninja couldn't help but doubt it. If Naruto dimension-hopped, it could spell terrible things on both ends. There were too many complications, and far too many things that could go wrong. And besides, what if Naruto wouldn't survive the alternate universe, much less the journey to it? Kakashi couldn't afford to be responsible for yet another teammate's death—he was at his emotional capacity. If he was going to go through with this, he needed to make sure of one thing.

"Naruto, what do you make of this dream that you had?"

"Huh?" The young man just stared at his former teacher.

Looking up at the dawn creeping up the night sky, Kakashi changed his question, "What are you feeling right now? Do you feel like you just had a nightmare, or is it something else?"

Naruto stared at his clenched hands and thought to the point where his head began to throb. "I… I feel something in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how to explain it, but I just feel like he needs my help, and he needs it now. Why'd you ask that?"

Kakashi snapped his gaze to Naruto before speaking, "Have you ever heard his name before? At all?"

"No. It sounded crazy foreign. He's obviously not from Fire Country, that's for sure," the boy stood up from the log and Kakashi's gaze followed him.

"I haven't heard his name anywhere for miles. Naruto, I don't think he's from our world, much less Fire Country."

A hesitant chuckle came from Naruto's throat, "I think you've stayed up a little too long, Kakashi-sensei."

The silver-haired man stood up like he almost didn't want to, but he had to make a point. "Naruto, listen to me. This… dream of yours didn't happen just because. It's definitely a long-shot, but I think you actually had a vision. And not just any vision, it seems that this boy you met was from an entirely different world, a world that needs help."

The young man spun around and gave him a disbelieving gaze. "There's only one world, and that's the one we're in. What do you mean 'different worlds?'"

Kakashi breathed a small sigh, "The reason I know there are different worlds—or rather, different dimensions—is that my eye can send objects to them."

Naruto had heard about this before, but he never actually saw Kakashi perform it. He just thought that his former teacher erased them from existence, not sent them to a whole other dimension. His look began to change as he mulled over Kakashi's words.

The jounin continued to spit information to the blonde, "The Forbidden Dimension Jutsu allows me to send objects—from kunai to people—to alternate universes. If this vision you saw happened to be in another world, there was no coincidence I was here with you. The only other person that can achieve this technique is the one that gave you that crow in the first place."

The blonde furrowed his brow, "…So, you'll take me there, right?"

Kakashi breathed another drawn out sigh, "I don't know, Naruto."

The whole thing didn't make sense. At all. But for some reason, Naruto felt that this was the right thing to do. Deep inside, he knew that he was supposed to be there, wherever that boy was. For what reason he wasn't so sure, but there was no denying that he should at least go there.

Of course, on the surface, Naruto felt queasy and weird about the whole thing. He concluded that it was because of nerves.

Summoning up enough courage, he then tried his hardest to convince the Copy Ninja to grant him passage to world in his dreams, "When I grew up, despite what everyone said about me, I had a feeling that I was destined to do something big. I don't know what, but something that would change everything. Maybe this is it; maybe what I was destined to do was help save this other world from chaos. I know it's a long-shot, I know there's a big chance that it's all a mistake, and I know that there's a bigger chance that I won't make it back. But I have to do this."

The jounin felt an inner surge of respect, but was careful not to show it on his features. Slipping his hands in his pockets, Kakashi sagged and started, "Okay… I'll help you. But I should probably tell you about some things first." After he saw Naruto nod in return, he paused before continuing, "First, this jutsu is a forbidden jutsu for a reason. I can send you to another dimension, but I can't send you back here unless you remember my name."

Naruto furrowed his brow, "But, how can I possibly forget you?"

Kakashi sighed, "Well, when you get sent to another dimension, you won't remember where you came from. This includes your name, people you knew, your past, and whatever life you had back home. The hardest part is that you'll have to remember the transfer's name in order to come back. What I advise you to do is hold something that will make you remember something from here."

Naruto had no idea of the implications of this jutsu. Now he didn't seem as sure about going. After a few deep breaths, he steeled himself and unfastened his headband from his head. Gripping it in his hand, he looked back towards Kakashi. "It's only fitting, I guess."

The jounin nodded grimly before continuing, "Now, this is the difficult part: you'll have to concentrate on where you want to go. It's true that I can send people to other dimensions, but no one has ever even thought about where exactly they want to go. No one knows that they have control over where they are sent, since the only thing on their mind is fear. Since their mind is blank, they get sent to the default dimension—the one that I created myself. I'll need you to concentrate on breaking that fear and focusing on where you want to go, you understand me?"

All of a sudden Naruto's legs feel like jelly. How was he supposed to go through with this?

Kakashi saw the doubt creeping onto the boy's features, and he was quick to quell it, "Naruto, you can do this. Focus on the setting of your dream and recreate it as well as you can in your head."

The young shinobi shut his eyes and cleared his mind. It was going to be difficult, but he's been through too much to be beaten by this jutsu.

Opening his eyes, he bit out, "I'm ready."

Kakashi nodded then stood back a couple meters from him. Across the space, the teacher questioned, "What do you want me to tell everyone?"

Naruto's face faltered a bit before he replied, "Just tell them that I'll be back soon."

Bran's eyes shot up, bringing him to the sight of his wooden ceiling.

He could feel his brown locks pasted to his cheeks and neck, and everywhere his skin felt sticky from sweat. Despite the droplets being a telltale sign he was hot, the blankets proved not enough to quell the chill he felt in his bones.

The dream he had last night was so bizarre. Why was he standing on his two legs? What exactly was that crow there for?

And why did the boy in his dream have hair and eyes like a Lannister?

To be continued...

Note: I'll keep adding on as more episodes come out! I should be able to come out with a second chapter soon. Thanks for reading! Continue? Yes? No? Let me know!