A/N: MISS ME GUYS?! I'm sick almost daily and I feel like crap, as to that effect. But nevertheless, despite this pesky little hiccup-I wanted to get word out any way I could, and since for some strange reason the site is being buggy, I wasnt able to work on this anywhere near as much as I would've liked. Still...so many reviews!

I love you guys so much! *Cries*

Now, this chapter might be a bit confusing consider I haven't done something like this in awhile. With good reason! Life and surgeries have once more paid me a nasty little visit, and this idea has been on the backburner for ages since. This was REALLY had to write; exhausting, actually, trying to get a good feel for Darkseid's persona. But, I'm proud of it, and I hope you enjoy it as I finally get some rest.

This story was birthed from the idea that I've been rewatching Justice League as well as the Superman series as a whole and it just sort of..popped.

Well...here ya go! =D Sorry if its short! But hey, at least I'm back! And now, I present to you...

...Son of Darkness!

"What have we here...?"

~?

Son

At long last, the sealing was completed. Minato looked down at his son, his child-his heir!-fighting to keep the smile on his face as blood seeped out of the corners of his mouth. His wife Kushina was in front of him, as they both had been pierced in the stomach protecting their son from one of the Kyuubi's claws. His wife had been shedding tears for their progeny, his name stitched ever-so-lovingly into the blankets covering him. They coud not however, stifle his cries.

Minato couldn't help but feel guilty at what he had done to his baby boy. He knew some people may dislike him, but he believed they would see him as the little hero he was. He had to. He must. To think otherwise was to die with regret and that was something he dare not do.

In a way, this killed two birds with one stone by turning his son into a Jinchuuriki; he protected his village with one hand and gave his son a power to help fight against the masked man that had wrought this horrible fate with another.

Then, something strange occurred.

Naruto, poor, little Naruto, was surrounded by a strange, swirling vortex and disappeared. Just like that. There was no warning-no precedent-no other explanation for this sudden phenomenon. His son, and the blankets swadling him on the altar, were suddenly gone in a burst of golden energy, leaving nothing but empty air behind.

Shock filled both parents' faces as they cried out for him, but their bodies fell lifeless and listless; their souls going to the shinigami before they even struck the ground. Their last breath was their son's name.

"Naruto!"

From his perch in the treeline, Obito stifled a furious shout.

Damnitall!

His lone arm clenched and unclenched, fingers knotting against his palm with enough force to draw blood beneath the glove. It had all gone wrong. Wrong, wrong wrong wrongwrongwrongwrong! He wanted to shout; to spit and snarl shriek and scream, but he held his silence. Something had gone wrong. Someone-something!-had interfered with him! He'd heard a woman's voice, a cheeky, "Ohhh, I don't think so!" whispered in his ear-and then everything had been taken from him, his plot dismantled at the very last instant.

He knew that voice. Kushina's voice. The angry spite of a mother from beyond the grave, ruining his plans.

AGAIN!

Having made one last, desperate attempt to take the Kyuubi-rather, the host-he knew the fault lay with him, regardless of the unexpected interference. Furious with his old teacher, he had tried to grab the boy with his dojutsu and failed; his injuries and the outside intervention proving too much for him to properly grab hold of the whelp for anything more than a split second. Spirits, he didn't even know where he was. He wasn't even entirely certain what'd happened. And if his mistake had somehow meddled with the seal, bungled it, somehow...released that energy...

Who knew where the boy might end up?

The Kyuubi yowled at its new confines and slammed against its cage in anger. It too realized that something was wrong, and with every fiber of its being it fought to escape the strange fate befalling it. Jaws snapped at the bars of its cage, claws clanking harshly, but to no avail.

It suddenly felt its power being drained, just as its Yin half had been. But this was no mere sapping of its strength. And it did not cease.

"NO!" it roared as its chakra was ripped from it, its body becoming little mor than a shriveled version of itself.

Upon the lock of the cage, the piece of paper with the kanji for seal on it flew off and a spiral lock replaced it, closing tightly.

The large mass of chakra flew through the tiny boy's body and lit it a shining golden white. Then it was flung...

...somewhere else.

(Simultaneously, an entire universe away...)

Apokolips was hell.

Ask anyone who lived there.

The planet stank of death and despair on an almost primal level. Its very atmosphere proved oppressive to the tortured souls who called this place home. There was no good here-no semblance of kindness or generosity to be found. Only the most cruel and warped individuals dwelt here, and those who escaped their grasp still shuddered at the nightmares.

Everything here was vile and evil, a veritable living fire-pit, a world so devoid of life, so separated from reality that it was only accessible by Boom Tube or some other form of divine transportation. One could not simply fly here; a ship could not be chartered-not that any would dare come here!-to bring you to this desolate world. For it was ruled by a being of pure malice, a creature who would stop at nothing to extinguish all life in the world and rebuild it in his image.

The name of this entity was Darkseid.

And it was here, at his throne, that everything changed.

"Mighty Darkseid!" The great ruler of Apokolips glanced up, red eyes burning as a runner darted into his chambers. The man hurriedly abased himself at his feet, interrupting his musings. "There is trouble on Apokolips!" Even as he spoke a great quake shook the tower, threatening to send him stumbling away. A frown drew at his gray face.

"Has New Genesis dared to attack me at long last?"

"No, sire...it is a child!"

There was a silence.

...what?"

"A child! We have found a child! He simply appeared as though by magic my lord and he is destroying everything!"

Darkseid smiled.

"Interesting. I would see this boy." a dark hand gestured, beckoning. "Bring him to me at once."

Impossibly, the runner pushed his head even further into the floor.

"W-W-We have tried, my great lord...but the parademons have been obliterated." At the deafening silence that filled the throne-room, he dared continue. "The boy is but an infant-but he is impossible to approach! All of our soldiers were atomized the moment they came near! Even Granny Goodness was...

"Explain."

Beads of sweat pooled onto the floor as the full weight of the tyran's gaze settled upon the unfortunate messenger. "S-Sire, he is surrounded by a strange energy field-it destroys any who dare get close! We cannot get past the red light!" He squeaked in fear as that giant shape suddenly rose from the throne, its muscular form descending the stairs in slow, heavy steps. Those eyes were burning even brighter now, condemning him for his cowardice.

"Lord? Surely you do not plan to-gah!

Empty atoms fluttered away on the breeze as the Omega beams struck him; disintegrating his body to nothingness. Darkseid chuckled then; it was a deep, throaty sound that made all the world shudder. A child, here, on Apokolips with such power. Fascinating. Wholly, utterly, fascinating...

"Very well. I will see to the matter myself...

A/N: And so there you have it! Naruto raised on Apokolips...oh, this can't end well. One can only guess how he's going to turn out. Will he become an evil tyrant like his "Father?" or will he find some solace on the side of good with others? Only time will tell!

Pairing is wholly up in the air! Tbh, I'm leaning towards Lashina, but I'm open to suggestions. This is a SMALLxharem fic, two or three girls at most. EDIT: I won't accept any flames on the matter by a certain reviewer DoomMarine54, so that guy can go sod off. Remember guys, I write these stories to entertain the masses and because it is FUN; I like weaving these long yarns, not just for feedback, but because it is a true pleasure to excerise my talents for free when I'm not PUBLISHING books.

Of course, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! =D

So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly? And of course, enjoy the preview!

(Preview!)

"So." Naruto mused, gazing down at the city below, the harsh echo of the Boom Tube fading behind him. "This is Metropolis...

His first though was thus; it wasn't much to look at, this city of man.

...I am disappointed." was his second.

The loud blare of a truck's turned to a dull squeak as he reached out and crushed its hood, preventing the flatbed from flattening him. People screamed and fled before him, clamoring out of their cars, desperate just to get away from this alien menace. Cowards. A dusty breeze picked up his black cape and sent it swirling, the deep onyx color flapping harshly against his armor.

When the police finally arrived, he was still standing there. Bullets pinged harmlessly of his exposed visage; stiching angrily, ineffectually against the black and orange lines of his armor. An eye twitched, those cold blue orbs swiveling upon the unfortunate officers.

"Burn."

His eyes flashed red, and they died, their ashes fluttering to the breeze. He kept walking.

There were people here, but not like him. Of course, no one was like him. Father had always told him he was special, that he had a gift, a purpose. He was nearly indestructible, blessed with the powers of flight and an unbelievable speed. Add to that regeneration and a cursed No, at twenty years of age, he found himself beginning to wonder just what that purpose was. Needless to say, he'd jumped at the chance to leave the planet and see what lay beyond the scorched pit of his own.

Even it meant something as mundane as scouting-

"Hey! You!"

Naruto tilted his head at the sound of a new voice rippled through his ears, intruding upon his thoughts. Father had told him he might find strange beings here but this...his breath was taken away. When he turned, his eyes locked on her, and he found himself riveted.

It was the first time he'd seen a girl-one who didn't try to kill him on sight.

Flaxen hair framed a heart-shaped, cherubic face from which eyes the color of crystal blue shone. She looked young, maybe a few years or so his junior, but what baffled him was the outfit. What manner of armor was that? It left her stomach wholly exposed. What purpose did the cape serve?

She was...well, she was certainly something.

Kara-Zor-El, otherwise known as Supergirl, stared back at him.

"What on earth are you?" she frowned. "You don't look like any alien I've ever seen."

Naruto scowled.

...oh, you'll soon realize that there's nothing like me."

R&R! =D