A/N: Yoyoyoyoyoyo! Miss me, guys?! I got this idea from rewatching Justice League, and, something occurred to me. Not too many Naruto crossovers here. Even fewer that're NarutoxHarem and written well. So I took it upon myself to do something about it. Then I wondered how to go about it. Something that hadn't been done before by me, or the behest of my knowledge, others as well. and lets face is Justice League is a veritable font of ideas pertaining to that.

The premise, you ask? A certain sorceress meddles in affairs-and lives-she shouldn't and revives a long dead being. Problem? He's not quite the evil entity she's looking for. End result...

...ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. Yes, this is harem. Yes, this follows the events of Justice League and Unlimited. Yes, all ideas are welcome. Yes, I own nothing. And yes...

...this is going to be one hell of a ride. Funny as hell, too! Sorry if its short! Truth be told, I felt a little bad for Tala, so this also, in part, a little redemption for her...just not in the way she'd like.

""Fear of spiders is called arachnophobia. Fear of the number thirteen is called triskaidekaphobia. Fear of me, well...sweetheart, that's just called common sense."

~?

Anthem of the Dead

Death sucks.

Take it from someone who's been there-you do not want to spend an eternity wandering the arid plains of Tartarus. There's nothing to do! Nothing! Zip! Zilch! Nadda!

A big honking fat sack of absolute boring!

Everyone you talk to is either wailing in torment or too knee-deep in their miseries to notice say so much as two words to ya. The lighting is awful, the smell makes your eyes water, food is terrible-no ramen!-and there are no women to speak of beyond withered husks you wouldn't so much as shake a stick at. Did I mention the women?

No! Women!

Granted, I wasn't much of a lover in my lifetime, then again, I died young after the war. But when you've had a few centuries, or was it millenia, to think, to contemplate, to feel the cool brush of insanity creeping upon your mind, you start to wonder. To seethe, to curse the fates damning you to the pits for bearing a demon's soul. To lose your mind, and regain it, you begin to wonder. What would it be like to live again? To start over, have another life. A better life.

A life with friends. Family. A LIFE. Not some hollow existence living as a withered spirit, a flawed union of two beings. My death was in part my doing; one, because I thought it'd be fun to travel. And two, because I had made the mistake of upsetting a freakishly strong woman-an Amazon-who decided to break me into pieces. Back then, I wanted nothing more than that dream. To be honest, I still want it. So I

And if, perchance, one had the opportunity, if someone were to, I don't know...open the door for you...

...you'd do whatever you could to step through to that life.

Tala was a meddler.

A sorceress and spell-caster both, she liked to stick her nose where it didn't belong. Meddle in affairs beyond her ken. It'd been this way ever since she was a little girl; could be traced and attributed back to her parents and their parents, and their parent's parents. It was who she was. It defined her. She liked it. Power defined the strong,

She didn't need to be loved, she told herself. She needed only to rule.

And with this, she would rule.

With this, the entity whose identity she'd discerned within her blackest of black tomes, nothing would be able to stop her. This creature, this demon, would pave the way for all her ambitions and more. Forget ruling the universe. Too many planets to control, too many people to subjugate. With this, she wouldn't need to worry about anyone. Anything.

No more of this Cadmus, of her dead mentor pestering her, of the Justice League, of anyone. She would be the one in charge!

Months had been spent preparing this ritual, and now, at long last, she felt she was truly ready to begin.

The final line was drawn, the pentagram finished, chalk etched into a circle just beyond the altar. They'd assured her that this room was shielded both magically and otherwise. Nothing would be able to enter, or leave, without express permission. Hopefully those safeguards would hold, even if they'd never been intended for this purpose.

If not, well...

"Oh, dark spirit," she intoned, her accented voice echoing out across the chamber, "By the power of my blood, by the slaughter of the innocents, I bid thee, hear my voice!" Her hands beckoned, purple streamers of fire flicking from her fingertips, trailing across the altar. "Come forth! Come forth from the blackest pits of Tartarus, come forth. Come forth, follow my voice, enter your vessel, and become whole once again!"

Scarlet flames answered her, the candles of the altar changing from violet to an ugly red. The portal opened, and a dark tether found her, latching onto her chest.

"Yes!" she cried! "COME! Come to me! Come to your master!"

Ebon light filled the chamber, snuffing out the candles with a single breath. A silence followed.

Then all hell broke loose.

Something took her power, the power of the ritual, and drew on it. Drew hard. Tala felt her legs give out beneath her, body folding like a wet paper bag. Breath exploded from her lungs as someone-something-took her magical reserves and drained them to nothingness in mere moments. A sonorous voice like thunder droned overhead, sending her very bones aquiver.

"I! RETURN!"

Wind keened. A beast roared. Elemental forces snarled, tearing cracks in the high, vaulted ceiling. Tala flinched as rubble crashed down around her, eyes widening. It sounded as though the very room was about to tear itself to pieces, shake apart under the magnitude of the ground quake consuming the building. And then, just as swiftly as it had begun, the ritual ended. Whatever had been draining her ceased; no longer suckling from her lifeforce like an infant at the teat.

Slowly, hesitantly, Tala raised her gaze from where she lay.

There he was.

Confusion, fear, then terror; all these emotions came on all at once as she beheld him. No. No, that wasn't possible. Not possible! Had she used the wrong spell? Misinterpreted the ritual, somehow? Yes, that must be it; because nothing else made sense. Nothing could explain it.

Because there, crouched on the dais, was not the form of a beast as she had expected. Not a fox, a demon, or a creature, even. It was...a man.

Shrouded in thick smoke-his lithe body was wreathed in a black cloak, glimmers of orange fabric peeking out beneath. Saffron hair streaked with red framed a whiskered face from sapphire eyes shone, blazing blue orbs outlined against dark sclera. He rose slowly, towering over her, eyes falling upon his hands. Raised them. Clenched. Made a fist. He chuckled then; it was a deep, throaty sound.

"Ah, a body again at last." he sounded quite pleased with himself as he regarded the destruction created by his arrival, perversely so. "Stronger than the last one, too. Its been so long. Now...

"Seyah!"

When he moved, she saw it. Saw him for what he was.

His fist cracked down, shattering the dais and altar like so much glass. Ground became rubble beneath that blow, jagged fissures forming from this single strike. Another blow obliterated the wall at his back, sending hot shards of sunlight lancing out through the now opened exit.

"Oh, yes. Very nice indeed. Now, if I can just find some ramen..."

Before the dust from his second strike had even settled he'd begun to move; his boots thudding quietly against the broken steps as he unwittingly made his way to where she lay. Tala tried not to whimper. What was he what was this creature? He looked like a man, yet, when she gazed upon him with her sixth sense she saw a being of pure energy. His heart beat as a man's might, and there was blood in his veins, but beyond that she knew this was no mortal creature. This was...was...

"W-What is this?"

He saw her, then.

"Hmm? It seems I have you to thank for my return." Those eerie blue-black eyes snapped towards her, whiskered cheeks pinching in a sly smile. "Such a good girl, plucking me out of hell, like that. I think you deserve a reward. Yes, a reward...

"S-Stay back!"

He came closer to her still, never once looking away.

"Let me think about tha-no."

"You...You should be obeying me...

"Nope." Blue flashed into crimson, his boots carrying him steadily closer. "Not my master. You can't command me. And for that, you lose your reward. Be a good girl and die now, would you kindly?"

Die? DIE?! Oh spirits, he meant to kill her!

"What? Never!" her hands shot out with the last of her waning strength, magical tethers leaping from nothingness to restrain the approaching blond. All it did was earn her a scoffing snort.

"Fear of spiders is called arachnophobia." he continued blithely, striding seamlessly forward, the magical shackles slithering from his body, hissing like so many small and terrified snakes. "Fear of the number thirteen is called triskaidekaphobia. Fear of me, well...that's just called common sense. Now hold still, this won't hurt a bit...

The sorceress yelped and scrambled backwards like a drunken crab. Hand over foot she crawled away-until she realized she could no longer move. A solid door, locked and warded, barred her escape. The other passage lay across the hall and...him!

"N-N-N-No...please...don't! Don't! Don't do...this! I b-beg of you! Mercy! " Tala found herself inexplicably frozen as he came closer, unable to move when those deceptively clawed fingers curled beneath her chin. Those soulless orbs peered into her white ones, terrified beyond belief, and for a jagged eternity, nothing happened. When he finally moved, finally spoke, she was caught completely, utterly flatfooted.

"Gotcha."

"Wha-eep!"

Tala's response turned into a startled squeak as those strong limbs reached down, plucking her off the ground and tugging her face to his with contemptuous ease. Lips greeted hers, softly, the chaste kiss driving those last faded terrors away, pushing them to the back of her mind.

Incredibly she found herself lifted again, pulled her into his chest as though she were some sort of blushing bride. Preposterous, her mind cried. Her body, however, said otherwise. Slender arms instinctively circled his neck, holding tight, her head falling against the hard plane of chest. A rumble passed through that solid surface, softly at first, but then she began to wonder, ponder, until-

He burst out laughing.

"HA! You should've seen it! The look on your face! Priceless.

"Princess, if you knew me-if you really knew me-ya'd know this: I don't kill girls. Certainly not pretty ones. But...I think I'll be keeping you. Wouldn't do to ditch the first pretty face I come across, after all." Before those words could sink in his hand shot out, knifing into her neck and all but driving her under. Naruto hummed thoughtfully to himself and then, picking a direction, started walking, his hostage in tow.

A boot shot out, kicking open yet another wall, towards which he strode.

"Now then...

...who to prank first?"

A/N: There we go! A grey Naruto who delights in one thing and one thing only. CHAOS! Well, that and women, but its the chaos that counts lol

So...in the Immortal Words Atlas..

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

(Preview)

Naruto blinked.

"A kryptonian," he breathed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I've heard about those. And an Amazon. Fascinating. Never thought I'd see one again."

Kara balked. "Um...what? How're you still standing after that."

Diana shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine...

"Come at me, both of you," a hand waved, beckoning them to come hither. "Lets see if you hit as hard as your ancestors."

R&R! =D