A/N: Had a dream about this and ran with it like hell. Literally, I'm not kidding here folks. I must have eaten some seriously messed up stuff to have a dream like this. Then I remembered another odd request someone had asked me for Request Year-because a week is simply too short!-and my muse went absolutely BERSERK at the premise. I seriously woke up at seven in the morning and started in on this with a holy vegeance. Its probably well past the midnight hour by now!

Remember, if you have a request, or even need help with an idea, feel free to ask! My fellow authors and I are always-or at least often-willing to help. Now...

CRY HAVOC, LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR, AND CAST YER VOTES FOR WHAT YE WISH TO HAPPEN! For all express purposes, both Naruto and One Piece worlds share the same planet in this story, and Kaguya's meddling did NOT help with that...

Hope ya like it~!

"Ohhhh, so you're Naruto-kun, eh?"

"The hell're you?"

~?

Prologue

How long had it been since they'd thrown him in here?

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

Years, even?

They say time gets funny in a cell, but after all he'd suffered through Izumo Kamizuki wasn't laughing. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted to claw his ears out! He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut and wake up back in Konoha, pretend this was all some terrible, horrible dream. But it was no dream. The pain in his wrists was achingly real, and so too, were the shackles that held him. For countless days on end now he hadn't gotten so much as a wink of sleep, deprived of it and even the most basic decencies by his captors.

Dark, dank and unpleasant with the putrid odor of burning flesh and the screams of the damned, he might've suspected he was in hell, if someone hadn't shoveled a bowlful of gruel through his door every morning.

Stripped of his clothes, his dignity, and beaten within an inch of his life, the shinobi dangled on the precipice of death. It was only sheer tenacity that kept him from tumbling over the edge into oblivion. His back may be a bloody mess, and his legs were so broken that he'd never walk again, But even that wasn't enough to break the Konoha shinobi.

He'd been in worse situations than this before-though not by much-and while he wasn't entirely confident he could escape this time, the Chunin was certain he at least had a way to make his captors pay for annihilating his squadmates.

In blood.

Gallons.

At this point, he was honestly contemplating biting down on the false tooth in the back of his mouth. It was the one place his captors hadn't thought to check, his one hope of escaping this hell. One hard bite would be more than to break the capsule within and unleash a potent poison into hsi blood, sending his chakra into overdrive and killing him instantly. It would be a quick release, moreso it would illuminate his presence to half of the world. His half, to be precise. The one with two young men who'd recently made an angry goddess their bitch. Two men who wouldn't take kindly to having their village threatened.

How had it come to this, anyway?

It all began with a mission request.

Ordinary enough really, even if the client came from across the sea-on the other side of the world-to beg for Konoha's aid. No one had batted an eye at it. They received unusual missions all the time, and so long as the task wasn't outright assassination or murder, the Leaf was happy to accept them. The task itself was a noble one at first glance, the client in question had come for a far-flung land known as Alabasta, pleading with the-then Rokudaime Kakashi to send aid to her country.

Rescue a faltering nation from imminent collapse? Rescuing a princess?

Missions like that were a shinobi's bread and butter.

Izumo and Kotetsu had been part of the group that endured crossing the sea-and the resultant bout of seasickness-to the far flung land beyond. Along with the Ino-Shika-Chou trio they'd braved the perils of the nearly endless ocean to reach the far shore beyond.

At first, they'd been awed.

There was a whole other world that no one knew about, a thriving populace of people who didn't use chakra in their daily lives. Some did possess rather startling bloodlines however, odd abilities apparently gained from devouring strange fruit. Food like the chakra fruit once birthed by the tree that would become the Ten-Tails and later Kaguya herself. It drew a rather disturbing parallel all things considered, one Izumo sadly never had a chance to inform his superiors of before his untimely capture.

Because this world had its own darkness as well.

Their so-called "World Government" was little more than a sham for beings known as the Tenryubito.

Izumo and his group had the misfortune of meeting one en-route to their destination.

These so-called Celestial Dragons were not dragons and they certainly weren't divine. Thus, when Izumo's group encountered a strange little man with a bubble helm viciously beating two children to death on the edge of town, they'd rashly ignored their guide's stringent warning not to interfere and taken the vicious little man to task for his cruelty. One thing escalated into another and before cooler heads could prevail the man was dead, bleeding out at their feet. His wife had shrieked and flailed at some strange mounted device attached to her wrist before Chouji flattened her.

Then the mission went sideways.

Had it been a trap, or were the just supremely unlucky?

Their guide had ushered them on before they could wring an explanation out of her. What had her words been? Something along the way of "Well, we're fucked. I hope you're happy." Ill at ease but well beyond the point of returning empty-handed, Izumo's group continued on, still resolving to see their task through to the end. Not an hour later, the shit hit the fan. Apparently that "snail" the woman had been speaking into was something of a communication device, and as it turned out, she'd managed to screw them over royally from beyond the grave.

They'd never stood a chance.

One moment they'd been trudging through a desert, the next; the skies broke open and hell rained down upon them. Chouji never saw the kick that atomized his skull and to be frankly honest, neither did Izumo. The only certainty he did have was that their client must've escaped in the chaos, because they never saw her among the dead. And there were many.

How did you fight a being made of pure light?

That was something even their high-tier fighters would struggle to deal with, but their group simply wasn't equipped to handle it. Kotetsu got lucky; he'd supposedly perished during the initial assault with Chouji and the others. Izumo hadn't been quite so...fortunate. He'd survived, somehow.

They'd chopped off his hands and thrown him in here to rot.

Alas, the door chose that moment to creak open ominously, shaking the broken ninja from his gloomy thoughts.

Two men entered, both having to crouch due to their sheer height.

The first fellow was an obscenely large-in terms of raw height-individual with light skin and a square-shaped face, very pronounced facial features alongside short black hair, the latter only somewhat concealed by a white cap. He wore a crimson, double-breasted suit, decorated with what appeared to be a pink rose on his left button, contrasting his black gloves and shoes. Absolutely towering in sheer presence and stature, he only afforded Izumo the merest of glances but when he did, his glare seemed to bore through him like magma.

His companion proved worse.

Much worse.

Izumo recognized the other guest immediately if only because this was the one who'd butchered his team; an incredibly tall, middle aged man with a moderate amount of wrinkles on his face, black hair, and a very thin beard. Slim to the point of being lanky, his outfit comprised of a yellow striped suit with a long white coat draped over his shoulders like a cape, his arms not in its sleeves. Toss in a pair of pure white shoes, gold-amber tinted sunglasses, and a dark green shirt with a mauve tie under his yellow suit and you had a rather snappy looking fellow.

Unlike his compatriot, this one didn't look away.

"Why, hello again Izumo-kun~!" he drawled loosely, catching the Konoha shinobi staring. "And how are we doing todaaaaaay~?"

Kamizuki's jaw clamped shut.

"..."

"Now that's rude!" the yellow man cried. "We came all the way here just to see you and you won't even say hello?"

"Kizaru," the man in red rumbled, his voice like a slow-moving avalanche, "Stop tormenting him and get it over with."

"Fine, fine!" the now-named man sighed. "You're always so scary, Akainu. Well?" beady eyes narrowed behind the ill-fitting shades, "Where did you come from, hmm? Who do you work for? If you tell us, I can promise you your freedom."

Izumo didn't believe that for a moment. What freedom? His career as a shinobi was all but over. He'd never walk properly again. And even if Tsunade-sama did manage some miracle and create a fresh pair of hands to his mangled wrists, he'd never mold chakra properly after the damaged he'd sustained. So no, the promise of freedom wasn't looking very appealing at the moment. Even if it did mean a chance to report back to his superiors, not that he'd betray them anyway.

"I'm not telling you anything."

Kizaru's face lost its pleasant smile.

"That's a shame."

...why...?"

"Ordinarily, you're execution would be simple. But tell me, what's the punishment for freeing slaves of a Tenryubito?" when silence was the only reply, the merry man pressed on, grinning. "For kill that poor Celestial Dragon and his wife? Tell me, Izumo-kun, what's the penalty for that? "

The ninja refused to speak.

The tall man in red gestured negligently, eliciting a sigh from Kizaru.

"Too bad. I'll see you at your execution. Izumo-kun. Have fun being drawn and quartered!"

The shinobi went pale.

But then, remarkably, the beginnings of an idea began to form in the back of his brain. He was going to die. He knew that now. It only remained for him to make a place and time of his choosing. He could wait for the gallows to claim him, to be paraded about like a sack of meat for doing what he thought was right. Or he could go out like a true ninja, and show Konoha's enemies that she was not a foe to be mocked lightly. Honor or dishonor, death without purpose or death for the sake of glory.

In the end, the choice was almost painfully obvious.

"Alright, alright!" he swallowed thickly, bringing the marine admiral up short. "I'll tell you who I work for. But he's strong, ya know? I'll have to tell you how to beat him."

Kizaru's face lit up with childish glee.

"By all means~!"

"Well, you need to listen closely." Izumo began, biting back a smile. "It all starts with...

Kizaru leaned forward, intently.

And Izumo grinned.

"Fuck. You."

Then he bit down.

Hard.

The resultant blast of chakra did very little to harm the man made of light or Akainu for that matter. It did however, shake Impel Down to its very foundations, flooding the lower levels and collapsing others altogether. Izumo's final, fateful act of defiance was not wasted. In fact, he'd become something of a legend for it on both sides of the world.

For in doing so, he started a war to end all wars.

A/N: Yar, reviews be the wind in the sails of me ship! Without 'em I can't sail! And there we go. Its essentially the Naruto World vs One Piece here folks, and it promises to be crazy, silly, and wild all at once! Be sure to vote for pairings because they're going to be a lot! As to the time period here, I'd say its shortly after Kaguya's "sealing" by Naruto and Sasuke, meaning both boys are at the peak of their power here. But its also before Naruto the Last Movie. But in terms of One Piece time...hmm. I think I'll leave that up to ya'll to guess.

After all, where's the fun in telling ya'll that from the get go? I mean the presence of Sakazuki and Akainu ALONE should be a heavy enough hint.

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

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

(Preview!)

Sasuke pursed his lips.

"Please tell me you're joking, Naruto."

The kage-to-be shrugged.

"I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to, 'ttebayo." the young man grumbled. "Hell, I barely believe it."

"What are you going to do?"

"I think that's obvious."

The last Uchiha narrowly restrained a frown as he beheld those angry, gleaming red eyes. His former teammate had a tendency to obliterate mountains when he was angry. Not that Sasuke was particularly calm, for that matter. He hadn't particularly known Chouji or Ino for that matter, but their deaths rankled him all the same. They didn't know if Shikamaru had managed to escape or not. It could've just as easily been Sakura on that mission, and then where would he be? The smoldering crater at his feet spoke volumes to his own emotional state.

Even then he didn't approach, watching the fierce Rasenshuriken swirlling in Naruto's hand, gathering up the wind and hurling it away into the distance.

"We're going to kick some ass."

R&R~! =D