The story begins after the events of "Giant Woman"

Slight AU

"You're a quartz. They're huge, loyal soldiers. You should be twice you size."

—Peridot

Chapter I: Enter Onyx

Though the sun had set, a dominating light still colored the sky.

It wasn't the moon, nor was it the glittering stars of space. No, it was something else. Something far more troubling. The light shifted, tearing powerfully through the night sky. This ball of fire parted the clouds with little effort—left a trail of burning gas in its wake. It descended the upper atmosphere in a spectacle of scintillating flames, speeding ever closer to the earth's surface, racing to kiss the unforgiving ground.

The residents of Beach City left their homes and businesses to stare into the sky. Clustering together, they formed a large, confused group.

Abnormal occurrences defined their daily lives, and they had long since grown accustomed to any such happenings. Since its discovery 200 years ago, Beach City had been a melting pot of peculiarities. Its inhabitants did not fear the reality of their world, only chose to steer clear of things they did not understand. Better safe than sorry, one might say.

But tonight was different. For the first time, curiosity and trepidation ran high among the gathered people.

The commotion began mere minutes ago.

Sadie left her position in the Big Donut to observe the stunning phenomenon. It was nearly time to close shop, yet she felt a rush of guilt at abandoning her post. But Lars had insisted, pressuring and pestering her to leave the store for just a few minutes.

"It'll be quick," he had argued, peeking out the front door. The sky glowed a strange hue, dark clouds huddling close, ready to spill forth glistening rain. "See, everyone's already outside."

After a tense bout of consideration, she sighed and conceded to the idea.

"Fine."

Curse her feelings. If it were someone else she would have been less likely to comply. Lars, however, she always had trouble saying no to. So she locked all entrances, figuring they wouldn't return for the rest of the night. Pulling on a light hoodie, she cut off the lights and left the store.

Lars strode ahead of her, long legs carrying him at a quicker pace. He appeared excited as they approached the throng of Beach City inhabitants.

The first person she saw was the guy named Ronaldo, screaming something about his… blog? Then she spotted Mayor Dewey's van, and then the mayor himself; he was trying to calm everyone down—failing miserably. She also saw the Pizza twins and the 'cool' kids. They conversed idly, taking pictures of the sky with their smart phones. Lars looked over at them longingly. He shuffled nervously, yearning to be part of the seemingly exclusive group.

Sadie just rolled her eyes.

They stood side by side amid the chattering people, an uncomfortable silence forming between them.

"What do you think is going on?" she attempted.

Lars shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Acting cool, as always.

"I dunno. Probably some weird gem stuff."

He wasn't paying her much attention, eyes flicking to the same group of teens. Sadie pursed her lips, annoyance temporarily boiling to the surface. But it was soon forgotten when she caught a glimpse of the Crystal Gems. They moved to the center of the crowd, and the people made room for them.

Amethyst, Pearl, and Garnet attracted everyone's attention, instantly.

Even from a distance, Sadie felt a subtle wave of intimidation. She took in the forms of the Gems—especially that of Garnet. She'd seen what they could do. Lift cars, leap great distances, and shatter boulders with a single kick. It was surprising that Beach City could remain so calm with beings like these living on the other side of town.

She also saw Steven running up to the gems with anticipation in his eyes, his father following slowly behind. Mayor Dewey began frantically talking with the gems, whispering things she couldn't hear. Then Pearl was given a megaphone as the denizens of Beach City once again quietened down. She muttered something about being forced to use a primitive voice amplifier, before she finally spoke.

"I know many of you must be concerned about the sky," she began in a matter-of-fact tone, pointing upward. "But we are here to assure you that we have everything under control. There's nothing to fear. You can resume your human activities by the morning hours."

"Come on, Pearl. That's the worst explanation I've ever heard," said Amethyst; she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Well." Pearl huffed, pushing the megaphone to the purple being. "If that was so bad, why don't you explain it?"

"Alright, I will."

Before she could say or do anything, Garnet calmly snatched up the device. As the crowd was beginning to become restless, the calm leader spoke, and all attention was suddenly on her.

"We believe it's a meteor," Garnet explained bluntly, voice level and controlled. "We don't know its exact trajectory, but the city isn't in any danger."

A collective sigh of relief seemed to ripple through the town. Mayor Dewey certainly looked relieved, wiping the sweat from his face. But Sadie wasn't ready to relax yet. The sky was becoming increasingly brighter, and the clouds were growing thicker by the second. She spotted a streak of yellow racing through the air, closer than ever before.

"What should we do then?" Someone asked, accent thick as frozen ice. Jenny's father.

"Just stay indoors until—"

A blinding flash cut Garnet short.

And it was bright, so very bright.

:Fading Echoes:

As a man, he was called a hero.

As a gem, he would be called a traitor.

Ever since he awoke from the ground millennia ago, he had always known that he was different, a peculiarity, an oddity, when juxtaposed with his fellow gem warriors. He was a Quartz. He was supposed to be massive, eight feet tall, broad-shouldered, and immensely intimidating. Not him though. At best, he only reached the shoulders of a standard Amethyst.

However, what he lacked in size, he made up for in his unique abilities.

Every gem remembered their first day alive. He was the first one to emerge in his Kindergarten. He burst from the dirt at the highest peak of a stunning valley.

The first things he saw were two massive stone statutes, etched into the valley walls with amazing precision and unparalleled artistry. Back then, those stone statues had mesmerized him, caused him to ponder the interesting world around. Now, though, the very thought brought pain and regret.

The Valley of the End was his Kindergarten. His place of birth. Or perhaps a better term would be rebirth. For he was reborn as a gem on the very planet he had died protecting. He only realized this terrible truth many, many years later. But by then it was already too late. The damage had already been done.

Back then he noticed giant gem injectors. These devices covered the land, drilling into his home planet's crust and slowly but surely destroying its surrounding ecosystem. Then they started to emerge. Other gems. All quartz, like him. Hundreds of them popped out from the valley beneath him. They were much bigger and much more physically imposing.

And they were all "female".

He was an anomaly among his peers. Hell, he was an anomaly among all gemkind. Masculine by all standards, without the need to shape-shift. Smaller than average Quartz in a well-planned Kindergarten. And a very early emergence. At first, his superiors considered him defective. However, when he proved himself in the heat of battle, when he turned the tides of war, their attitudes instantly changed.

His first battle was on earth. His first taste of carnage was on his very own planet. Mind still fresh and malleable, he had been molded into a killing machine.

The Rebellion pit gemkind against gemkind. Homeworld against earth rebels. Untold thousands of gems had been killed, shattered to untraceable pieces. He had been one of the most loyal. He fought alongside Homeworld, sided with them, and he destroyed more gems than he could ever hope to count. He attacked at ever order; he never thought for himself.

The Diamond Authority's orders were law, and he followed without question.

For a thousand years the war raged.

Then it ended.

It ended with his gem being shattered beyond recognition. At the conclusion of the rebellion, a once proud warrior of Homeworld lay defeated and broken, expecting to be left behind as the final battles simmered to a close.

Yet, he didn't meet his end that faithful day. One of his fellow soldiers had saved him. A Jasper. She carried his gem and took him to the safety of a retreating ship. Even to this day, in spite of their many differences, he considered her a friend.

Miraculously, he recovered. No one had seen anything like it before. His gemstone slowly mended itself, knit together by a golden glow. Once broken in nine places, it became whole again.

With the terrible damage done to his gem, something in him… shifted.

Gems were supposed to have perfect memory. For him, his recollection of the war faded into oblivion. He could not summon specific images of the war. He only retained feelings of it. The trauma, the destruction, the feeling of breaking gems. Whenever he thought about the rebellion, he would see scattered, distorted pictures.

But irony was a funny thing indeed. Because he began to remember. Not things of his current life as a gem. No, he began to recall things of a life he had long forgotten, a life predating his years being a warrior gem.

A human life.

The process was slow and meticulous, spanning thousands of years. But soon, a name returned to him.

Naruto Uzumaki.

Faces returned to him.

Kakashi's face, Sakura's, Hinata's, Kushina's, Neji, Sasuke's.

Moments of times past began to return. He began to doubt the machine that was Homeworld. He began to doubt the Diamonds. He despised that life was seen as something to be trampled underfoot, and he regretted with all his heart that he had once been part of a universal conquest rooted in the utter disregard of organic life. Life was precious. Even the life of gems. But on Homeworld, only the lives of high caste gems were most important. It was detestable. He'd had enough.

And as his memories returned, he could no longer work for the Gem Empire.

One mission. He used one mission to escape, departing to an area in Crystal System. He crashed on a planet. A blue, ocean covered planet.

His home.

Naruto was stranded, injured, and alone.

But at the very least, he was finally free.

The modified, green escape pod left a sizable crater in the earth's surface. It spanned dozens of meters in diameter. The celestial impact kicked up rocks, threw up dust, and burned the sands so viciously that glass formed around a bowl-shaped cavity. Black smoke billowed upon scorched ground, rising into the cloudy night sky. The miniature ship was in disrepair. Dented and cracked, it had seen the end of its days with just one use, never to fly—or crash—again.

A grunt echoed within the pod.

Naruto moved, struggling to sit upright. The inside was dark and he could hardly see. Puncture holes speckled the pod's interior, giving small levels of illumination. Pale-green liquid flooded the compact ship. It coated his body. But as disgusting as it seemed, it had helped cushion the impact of atmospheric reentry.

His dark hair glinted against the subtle flow of light. Whiskers embellished each cheek. His sea-blue eyes were wide and aware, darting back and forth as the damaged pod flickered with electrical sparks.

Naruto smiled. A real, genuine smile.

He glanced down to observed the state of his tattered, torn attire. He wore a black and gray sleeveless suit that exposed his muscled chest. The insignia of Yellow Diamond adorned a place below his sternum. His gem occupied the center of his chest. Pure black, his onyx stone reflected a point of white light.

"I… I made it—"

A sharp pain stabbed at his sides, and he realized he the landing had been more harmful than expected. But such injuries weren't so threatening to a gem of his caliber, so he didn't poof away.

They would heal.

Naruto took a shaky breath, filling his projected lungs with fresh air. He didn't need to breathe, but the age-old habit was something that always managed to relax him.

He looked around. Most electrical systems were down. For the time being, he seemed to be stuck inside. He leaned back and rested against the craft's metal interior. He closed his eyes and did nothing but think, let everything that had recently transpired sink in.

He thought of Homeworld. He thought of Yellow Diamond. He thought about his subordinates.

In due time, they may discover the truth, and then brand him mutinous. A defector.

But he didn't care, for he would no longer be a gear in the machine.

Never again.

Reaching out with his senses, he felt the world outside the pod. He stretched out his awareness, tracing any sign of Natural Energy. He focused on that feeling, focused on finding that subtle flow of life that powered all gems in existence; and to his alarm, he could hardly feel anything in his immediate vicinity.

Naruto fiddled with the built-in holographic computer screen. He swiftly slid his hands across the air, going through the pod's settings.

Trying to open he hatch. Nothing responding. All systems were down.

Naruto's frowned, then he leaned back again.

"Where's Peridot when you need her?" he mumbled unconsciously. Then his eyes widened. Peridot. He had been so preoccupied with everything else that she slipped his mind. A wave of distress suddenly washed over him.

Hopefully she had gotten off that gem-forsaken planet safely.

He felt a pang of concern, wondering if her departure had gone much better than his. What was he thinking? Of course she was safe. Most likely back on Homeworld, without him, under the assumption that he had died while saving them, not knowing he had used the opportunity of that failed mission to desert gem society.

Naruto sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

A moment passed and Naruto raised his arm. He made a slicing motion, and a section of the pod split in two, a compressed blade of wind billowing outward from his arm-swing.

At first, he was filled with a sense of anticipation, eager to finally leave his tiny spacecraft. To finally see the world that he had left behind for 5,000 years.

However, what greeted his eyes was truly a numbing sight.

Outside the pod was something he never wanted to glimpse again.

Unbidden, a shiver crawled down his spine.

Of all the places to land, it just had to be in…

A Kindergarten.

No wonder he couldn't feel any sign of life out here.

Reaching forward, he left his crumpled escape pod. His feet plopped wetly against the earth, the ship's green fluid sliding from his body in droves. He was in a vast, lifeless canyon. The sight of thousands of injectors made his eyes widen and his fists clench. Naruto moved out of the impact crater, wincing as he felt his broken ribs slowly mending themselves together. In moments, he was fully recovered.

Outside, there was fog, so much fog and dust that he could hardly see. With a wave of his hand, he willed the air around him to disperse, dissipating the thick mist.

For a while he walked through the silent canyon, taking in as much detail as he could. The sight reminded him of his own Kindergarten, and he halted when he approached a massive black injector.

"Feels familiar…" he whispered to himself. This had been the birth place of warriors like him.

This was earth's Prime Kindergarten.

Only three Kindergartens had been built on earth. This one, the Beta Kindergarten, and his own.

He slammed a fist against the limb of the injector. It vibrated with the force of his punch, echoing down a canyon so vast.

It never ceased to anger him.

The sight of harm, of destruction that this process brought. The inexplicable damage that scarred the land forever. It was a terrible sight to behold, a tangible reminder of the many planets that had been sucked dry of life.

He closed his eyes in frustration.

Lightning raced across the night sky, flickering brilliantly. Thunder roared above him a moment later.

There was a sudden stillness, a sudden tranquility. Then he felt it. Rain. It fell from the heavens, fat drops of pure liquid water. It pelted his skin and was cool to the touch, life-giving and beautiful.

Naruto gazed up in stunned silence, reveling in the unexpected downpour. Clustering clouds spewed glistening water, touching such a dead, lifeless place. Rain poured down his face, racing across his cheeks and eyes, and he let it flow freely.

It reminded him of his life before he was a gem.

But more significant, it was proof that life still thrived on earth.

Rain fell harder than ever, thudding loudly against the roof. Flashes of light painted the dark sky. Bursts of thunder filled the air, and Steven Universe was on his bed, watching constant sparks of electrical energy as they raced through darkness. The clouds were no longer glowing, and all the excitement of watching a meteor fall from space had died down. Everyone in town was at home, hunkered down as the storm surged on.

So here he was, laying upon his soft mattress, bored out of his wits.

"It's not fair," he whined to no one in particular. His home was empty, vacant. Lion was nowhere to be found. He was alone. The gems had gone to search for what had crashed to earth. They left minutes ago. He wanted to go too, but Pearl would have none of it. Amethyst was nonchalant, eating a whole pizza as he pleaded to come. Garnet was the one who calmly and patiently explained to him why he couldn't go.

"We might be dealing with radioactive materials. You could get hurt."

Short, sweet, and to the point. That was Garnet for you. However, Garnet had seemed tenser than usual, a bit unnerved, almost as if she was expecting something. Then they left, teleporting away on the Warp Pad. But the desire to go with them was still there, persistently lingering in his mind. It was weird. When the meteor was in sight, he had chills running up and down his spine. He felt goosebumps all over his skin, and his gem began to glow. There was a warm sensation against his abdomen, and he felt such a strong need to see what had arrived on earth.

Maybe it had been his mother's reaction…

Steven took a breath. He turned away from the television, which was showing reruns of Crying Breakfast Friends, even though it wasn't quite breakfast time. His gaze wandered from the show to the world outside, eying the darkness that permeated the sandy beach below.

He groaned, squishing a pillow against his face, kicking his legs up and down.

"Why can't I stop thinking about this?"

Then his phone began to vibrate, buzzing in his pocket. He sprang up, fumbling to answer it. He knew that ringtone.

It was Connie.

"Hello? Steven?"

"Hey Connie!" His heart jumped for joy.

"Hi." He could tell she was smiling. "I wanted to call earlier. Sorry."

"That's fine. What's up?"

"What's up? Only the meteor… well, I guess it's not up anymore." She laughed. "And once it hits the ground, it's then called a meteorite." Connie added.

Steven perked up. "You saw it too?"

"Who didn't? It was so bright! I wish I could have taken pictures."

"You're okay, right?" He asked, just a touch concerned. He couldn't help it. She was his best friend.

"Yes, Steven, I'm fine." He imagined her rolling her eyes. "But my parents were so worried. We've been on complete lock-down. I haven't left the house since."

Steven grinned, leaning back against his bed. "The gems were like that too. They went to look for it, but I couldn't come. Something about radiation."

"Oh, that sucks. Not the radiation part though. That's really dangerous." There was some rustling in the background. He could even hear Connie's mother. "How big do you think it is?"

Steven paused, rubbing his hair. "Um, I… uh actually don't think it was a meteor..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's weird. It kind of felt… alive. I don't know."

Connie giggled. "Like an alien from space?"

His lips twitch, then he laughed. "Y... Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, whatever it is, I want to know. Tell me about it when the gems come back, okay?"

"Will do."

Then Connie's mother could be heard again, lecturing her about her chores.

So, Connie whispered, "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye Connie."

Steven smiled, ending the call. His mood had been lifted, despite still having that desire and feeling in his gem. He'd know what it was sooner or later when the gems returned.

It was barely past 8 o'clock, and yet he didn't notice as he began drifting off into sleep. The sound of the storm lulling him away.

Naruto paused and listened.

He could hear voices amid the pouring rain.

Footsteps, thudding in his ears. He counted them in his head, approximating a number of possible foes. One. Two. Three. There were three lifeforms beyond the eerie fog of the ancient Kindergarten. They were steadily approaching, discussing among themselves, leaving their location exposed to any would-be attacker.

His innate warrior instinct flared to life.

In the distance he saw their silhouettes; he sized them up before they could even glimpse him, taking into account possible strengths and weaknesses. One of them was short. One was slim and nearly his height; their forehead emitted a blinding light, cutting through the rain and mist. Another, the one who stood in the middle, was tall and built.

Humans?

No, couldn't be. Something about their presence felt familiar… almost similar to himself, similar to his internal, physical properties.

Of course. They were gems.

When he focused, he could feel pure natural energy flowing into their gemstones, channeled from all over the globe.

Naruto grimaced. Swiftly, he hid behind a lone rock, pressed his back against cool stone. Rain soaked his hair, cascading down his face. He waited for a time, listened to their voices. He could hear them speaking, but the excessive downpour prevented him from attaining useful information. They didn't leave, hovering over the same area. They continued their search. They were close, too close. Just a few feet behind him.

Are they looking for me?

Were they remnants of the Rebellion? No... that wasn't possible. Homeworld reports stated that no gem, save for those who retreated on the Galaxy warps and Colony ships, survived.

But if that were the case, then why were gems here, possibly searching for him?

He glanced behind. There he witnessed the smoking wreckage of his pod.

But if they were part of the surviving rebel group, then that meant trouble. The moment they saw him they would instantly recognize who he was. They would perceive him as a threat. They would attack him.

But confrontation was not something he desired. He need time to think. To absorb all that had occurred.

So he weighed his options and chose to retreat. He would distract them, then move on.

Naruto thrust forward a palm—

"Bullet."

—and a violent torrent of wind ripped through the lifeless canyon, dispersing the fog in a tunneling path.

Rocks burst into splintering shards, a vast gulf forming in the wake of his unexpected attack. The tallest gem reacted first, ducking for nearby cover, unable to alert her companions in time. The other two were not so fortunate, caught in the sudden gale, blown off their feet, and sent flying deeper into the Kindergarten.

Naruto took a step backward, planning to leave. To get away from this place. But he hesitated. He felt something familiar—a wave of energy washing over him. Something coming from beneath the earth. A pulse of energy.

Someone moved.

Naruto whirled to the right, and his vision was abruptly filled with the image of a crimson gauntlet.

He crossed his arms, blocking the incoming fist.

He heard a terrible crack. The earth gave way and he no longer felt the ground beneath him. He was thrown into the air, shattering through an injector, crashing through solid boulders, skidding to a painful stop as his back raked against jagged stones.

Naruto grunted, then stood. Dirt coated him like a veil. His arms throbbed violently.

The blow reminded him of a certain warrior's amber helmet.

Naruto felt something else move. A whip crackled in the air. He leapt away in time, avoiding the gem-studded rope as it wrapped around another boulder.

Despite the pain in his arms, Naruto gave two punches, sending two powerful gusts of wind in their general direction. He heard a yelp, noticed movement in the air once more. This time, he ducked, avoiding the same massive fist as it sailed overhead.

Painfully utilizing his palms, he sprung upward and planted a powerful kick in his foe's neck. Her feet left the ground, a grunt escaping her lips. He kicked once more, and she was sent careening into the Kindergarten wall, rocks crumbling upon contact.

He spun around in time to avoid a swinging silver spear.

Naruto's eyes widened.

A pearl?

Before he could utter a word, she continued her deadly assault. She swung with an expertise earned only through years of experience. She sliced horizontally, cutting deeply into his flesh, tearing apart his gray uniform.

He jumped backwards. Then Naruto felt that same whip tightening around his ankle, restraining him; and the tallest gem descended from above, fists raised high, ready to fracture his skull and poof him away.

In an instant, he swung his arm downward, severing the whip from his ankle with a wind blade. Then he dove to the side, twisting midair, avoiding the gauntlets as they impacted with the earth. The force sent painful vibrations racing through his arms and legs. The ground cratered beneath her powerful fists. Displaced rocks pelted him as he landed deftly on his feet.

The tall gem jumped away and landed beside the Pearl.

He briefly glanced to his left. Astonishment befell him once he glimpsed the third gem—this time, a tiny Amethyst.

Above, rain persistently fell, and he could feel their eyes on him, piercing every angle of his body. The Amethyst had her eyes wide and her teeth grit. The tall gem was unreadable, if a bit alarmed. The Pearl, however, was gazing at him with a mix of apprehension and fascination, eying his gemstone, his face, and his tattered appearance modifiers.

But her face suddenly burned with rage and horror.

"You!" The pearl finally withdrew from her stupor, twirled her weapon, and pointed it at him. "It's… it's you. You're dead. You were broken. R-Rose… she… she... How is this possible?"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

The anger was what hit him the hardest. Never had he seen such pain in one's eyes. The Pearl was shaking. Her arms were shaking. Her hands were shaking. A bead of sweat slithered down her temple, lost in a world of pouring rain.

The way she was looking at him was the most shocking. Because he didn't know why. He didn't know them. He didn't remember much of the. So all the gems he had hurt, all those he had shattered, they were non-existent in his mind. But out here, in reality, the deeds of the past were written in stone. Etched into the hearts of these remaining rebels. They remembered, even if he had trouble piecing things together.

He wanted to say something—anything. What could he say? 'I'm sorry for killing your friends, but I was a different gem back then?'

No. Regardless of what had changed, he was still responsible.

But he had to try. For all the power he possessed, it was worth nothing if he could not show compassion.

"I'm not allied with Homeworld," Naruto said. "Not anymore."

"Don't lie to us!" the pearl retorted. There was a desperate tremor in her voice. Perhaps she was still in disbelief at his sudden appearance.

"I'm not lying. I left. I chose to leave."

The tallest gem inched closer. But he didn't cower, despite the fact that he didn't want to fight them.

"Why are you here?" the tall leader questioned, a dangerous edge in her voice.

Brandishing her gauntlets, she held them at the ready. Naruto then noticed her hands, two gems embedded in her palms. A fusion, he realized, finally understanding why she was so powerful. But this was a fusion between two different types of gems. On Homeworld, such an act would be deemed detestable, punishable by shattering.

"It's a long story."

The tension in the air was thick, and the fusion took a step. Rain poured down her towering form. She had to be well over seven feet tall. "Then start talking. We have the time. After that, you're leaving this planet."

The Pearl recoiled in shock. Her hands tightened around her spear. She swiftly turned to her fused companion.

"G-Garnet, we can't let him leave. He's too dangerous. He's—!"

"Pearl," said the fusion, still facing Naruto. Her visors gleamed as lightning flashed. Her emotions were contained, leveled. "He's leaving."

Naruto frowned.

This was his home. He wanted to stay. He wanted to see it, wanted to experience its beauty once again. He wanted to see rivers and streams and oceans. He wanted to see the remnants of Konoha. But his earnest desire was not to fight them. Right now, he wasn't interested in fighting.

He didn't know what to say to them; he didn't know what would convince them to think of him in a better light, so he spoke the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm sorry."

They all froze. Even the Amethyst, who seemed so confused, so out of place, was still. She had been silently observing him from the start, keenly hanging on to the things he said. His words had been sincere. It flowed from the depths of his heart, but they only managed to light a fire in the eyes of the Pearl. Almost like she had been insulted. Almost as if to say that an apology could never hope to right his wrongs.

And she charged at him once again, spear aimed for his chest.

AN: There you have it! Here's this little idea of mine. Instead of Naruto joining the gems on chapter one, how about having some tension beforehand? Hehehe. But man, what on earth did Naruto do to have Pearl, even Garnet, so angry? And why is Amethyst so quiet?

For anyone who may be slightly confused, in summary:

1. As opposed to 2 functioning Kindergartens, there were 3 successfully built on earth.

2. Naruto (Onyx) was "made" in the 3rd Kindergarten, or "remade" if you wish. How this happened? It's a secret.

3. Naruto fought against the Crystal gems in the Rebellion, and it ended with his gem being shattered.

4. He miraculously recovered, but his gemstone had been so damaged, that he forgot details of the war. He only retained the feelings of battle.

5. As a result of his damaged gem, he subsequently began to remember his past life, a sort of trigger induced by a traumatic event (i.e. his gem being shattered).

6. Finally knowing who he was before, he escaped the rigidly structured life of gem society almost 5,000 years later.

And like Lapis, he has control over an element (wind, of course).