Roaring Assassin

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Game of Thrones

I have been contemplating this story for a while now and the next installment of Jedi Shadow will be up soon as will a rewrite of kitsune of yomi.

Ch.1

Two carriges flanked by four horses trotted down the road on the way to the home of the Starks, Winterfell. On the two horses on the front were Jaime Lannister the king slayer he was adorned with the golden armor of the kingsguard he had a smug look upon his face his face aglow with arrogance, to his right was his nephew dressed in Lannister crimson leather with a guardless sword at his hip and several small blades on his thighs, his hair spiky and wild with red tips as vibrant as blood and eyes as blue as the sea. His name is Naruto Lannister born of Tyrion Lannister who many call the imp he looked and carried himself a true lion. To the sides were Tyrion he was of a smaller stature only reaching three feet tall he had straight blonde hair done in a mopish Sir Gregor the Hound the deformed one of the two brothers he had silver armor and a canine shaped helm he had a naturally gruff look about him.

Awaiting the arrival of King Robert Boratheon Lord of the Iron Throne was Lord Eddard Stark Warden of the North he was adorned with the usual style of the north leather jacket with dire wooves sigils pressed into the leather a Stark specialty. Standing at his side was his family Catelyn Stark formerly of bouse house Tully she has auburn to scarlet hair and a fierceness when protecting her kids befitting of a wolf. Sansa Stark looking as a younger version of her mother and eyes full of wonder she awaited the arrival of the crown prince dreams of pure fantasy running wild in her head. Robb Stark his hair a hint of scarlet showing that he truly was his mother's child he stood strong with his sword at his hip. Brandon Stark a boy of about ten callouses on his hands from climbing the walls of Winterfell. Rickon Stark the youngest of the Stark bloodline and Arya Stark, her hair in a french braid wear a dress with a impish look in her eyes a true scion of Stark blood. In the stalls attending the horses was Jon Snow the bastard son of Eddard Stark a strong build with light brown hair and a melancholy in his eyes that said he felt lonely in his own home.

As the carriage came into view Eddard slightly scowled as he saw the King Slayer parading into Winterfell as if he had enough honor to shine his bastard son's boots. On the right he saw a boy who looked as soft as a flower petal in full bloom if he recalled that was the crown prince Joeffrey Boratheon. Then he noticed a boy of fifteen years stare him down with eyes as cold as ice his hair looked of flames he had a posture that spoke of power. Eddard smirked this boy was a warrior. Sansa saw Joeffrey and was smitten she found him attractive as he looked at her reveling in the attenion he was getting from her.

As the carrige came to a stop and the horsemen got off their steeds Jaime Lannister had vainly adjusted his hair. He then made a straight shot to the carriage and helped the queen Cersei Lannister out of the carriage along with her daughter Mycella Boratheon. Mother and daughter were both fetching creatures. Cersei Lannister queen of the Iron throne had a regal appearance blonde honey hair emerald green eyes and she carried herself with the arrogance of a lion. Mycella was in a word pure. She was without blemish whether it be physical or figurative she loved all her family dearly even Joeffrey. Then out the carriage came Tommand Lannister a chubby blond boy of eleven years. From behind the carriage was King Robert Boratheon tbe man who ruled over Westeros. He was a big man he stood at 5 feet 7 inches he was of a hefty build weilding a war hammer that was attached to his right hip on his belt, he has black hair and blue eyes. As he walked up to the Lord of Winterfell Robert looked at Eddard as if he was sizing him up.

Eddard broke the silence first " greetings your grace I hope the travel up north wasn't too inconvenient." Robert smiled "you have gotten fat." Upon that utterance both men broke into uproarious laughter. " its been too long my old friend." "Too true Robert come let us set you up in the right wing." "Have the servants attend to the luggage I wish to see the tomb." Cersei made her presense known with her off handed comment "the dead can wait." Robert scowled at her and left with Ed Cersei stood there seething in anger like a child. Naruto saw this and shook his head at his aunt. Naruto helped with his and his father's things to the west wing of Winterfell castle.

Naruto had finished setting up their things and went to the sparring grounds nothing like a good workout to get out the kinks of a long ride. When Naruto got there he saw an older teen of about seventeen years slaying the training dummy. Naruto unsheathed his sword that was special as the design came from Eossi. The sword was a curved blade of folded steel with no guard. "Who are you?" "Jon Snow my Lord who might you be?"

"I am Naruto Lannister son of the Imp. Do you wish to spar or are you working on your technique?" Jon Snow grinned wolfishly at the young Lannister. He walked over to the sparring circle and held his blade in the ready stance. Jon saw his half brother Robb and his friend Theon Greyjoy walk I to the training courtyard. Naruto held his sword diagnally in front of himself. (think Sesshomaru from Inuyasha) Naruto patiently waited for Jon's attack. Jon rushed in with a thrust. Naruto calmly declected it and caught Jon with a spinning back fist on his right side of his jaw. Jon narrowed his eyes and quickly stepped back before Naruto could gain control of his sword arm with a grab.

Naruto stepped in with a downward slash that was blocked by the Snow bastard. Naruto was surprised at his strength as Jon pushed him back two feet with little effort. Naruto back peddled from a series of slashes aimed at his chest. As Jon went for a slash at the knees he was forced to block an upward slash o ly to realise it was a feint and was rewarded with a sweep kickand a sword pointing at his face. "Yield Jon Snow" Jon smirked as he positioned his own blade at his opponent's groin. King Robbert walked in and saw the conclusion of the match and clapped loudly. "A fine pair of warriors these two are." Ned looked at Jon in pride the ferocity of a dragon and the viciousness of a wolf he was a fine Stark. Ned then thought how it would be a shame to lose him to the wall. Even though he just had a great honor presented to him he was now contemplating doing the one thing that would truly honor his late sister Lyanna. He was to be Hand of the king so why shouldn't the most promising son be a legitimized Stark?

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