Naruto Multiverse

Naruto felt his heart seize with pain as Hima's anguished cry reached him across dimensions. His rage, long kept in check, erupted with such intensity that his golden aura darkened, streaks of black threading through it like fissures in his once unyielding control. His very existence pulsed with fury, resonating through the multiverse.

"TRIGON!" Naruto's roar echoed like a immortal's decree, shaking the heavens and the earth. It was not a cry for battle—it was a promise of annihilation.

With raw power fueling his every motion, he tore through the mystical barrier that had trapped him, the runes shattering like brittle glass under the weight of his wrath. In an instant, he stood before Hima, her battered body cradled in the ruins of the mall.

"You shouldn't have done that," Naruto muttered, his voice low and dangerous. His movements were a blur as he struck Trigon, bypassing all defenses. The demon lord's form was erased from existence, consumed entirely by the force of Naruto's unrestrained might.

But even in defeat, Trigon's mocking laughter persisted. "Hahaha, enjoy this moment. It's just the beginning," his voice echoed as he vanished into the void, his presence lingering like a shadow over the world.

Naruto barely registered the demon's parting words. His focus was on Hima, whose pale face and trembling body tore at his very soul. Blood pooled around her, and her left arm dangled unnaturally, clearly shattered.

"Daddy, it hurts," Hima whimpered, her voice weak, her tears glistening in the dim light. In that moment, she looked like a little girl again—a fragile, vulnerable child seeking comfort in her father's arms. The sight shattered what little composure Naruto had left.

"I've got you," he murmured softly, his voice breaking. Gently, he lifted her into his arms. His overwhelming power threatened to spill over as he held her close, his emotions a maelstrom of rage and sorrow.

The rage needed an outlet.

Naruto's golden-black aura expanded, surging outwards as he spoke in a tone devoid of warmth. "Disappear. Disappear. All the scum need to disappear." His words were not a command but a statement of fact, one the universe obeyed without question.

With a flick of his power, he restored the mall to its former state, reversing time itself and erasing the destruction. The world was cleansed of the filth that Trigon's presence had brought, and light once again shone over the Earth.

From high above Earth, Batman stood before a massive console, his expression grim as he watched the planet below. The surge of golden light had engulfed the surface, leaving no corner untouched.

"What just happened down there?" he demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.

John Stewart, standing nearby, studied the data before responding. "Millions... Millions are dead," he reported gravely. "He's killed everyone from the top of the food chain to the bottom."

Batman's jaw tightened, his mind racing. "Then we need to act now. If this spreads, the world will descend into chaos."

But John's next words caught him off guard. "There's no chaos. He's replaced the ones he killed with clones. From what I can tell, they act the same and retain all their memories. It's like nothing ever happened."

Batman's frown deepened as he tried to reconcile this new information. "Why? What's his endgame? Do we just stand by and watch while he does... whatever this is?"

Frustration bubbled beneath his controlled exterior. Over the years, he had prided himself on being prepared for any scenario, but Naruto's actions were beyond anything he could predict or plan for.

Behind them, Diana watched the scene unfold, her sharp mind parsing the implications. The light of the Guardian had returned the world to normalcy, but the deeper reasoning behind his actions eluded them.

Without a word, she left the room, her footsteps silent but purposeful. If the others couldn't act, she would. Diana intended to get answers—and she knew exactly where to start.

Naruto stepped into his personal dimension, a vast and serene space bathed in golden light and filled with vibrant nature—lush trees, crystalline lakes, and floating islands. It was a sanctuary he had created, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. Hima lay in his arms, her body trembling and her face pale, the effects of the demonic aura still lingering.

He gently placed her on a soft bed of energy crafted from his essence, wrapping her in a cocoon of his power. It shimmered with warmth and purity, designed to heal her physical wounds and cleanse the darkness that had seeped into her mind.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Naruto whispered, his voice filled with love and determination. "So don't give up on me, Hima."

As he enveloped her in his existence, pouring his energy into her broken form, Naruto felt something unusual. He was drawn deeper into her psyche, inadvertently stepping into her mindscape.

Naruto found himself in a surreal world that reflected Hima's deepest thoughts and desires. The landscape was a serene and idyllic version of his own personal dimension, but it was eerily empty except for one constant: him. Everywhere he looked, there were images of the two of them—memories of her childhood, moments when she had clung to him as a little girl, and... fantasies.

Naruto's breath hitched as he realized what he was seeing. Hima didn't just love him as a father—her feelings went beyond that. In this world, he was her everything. Her protector, her savior, her only companion. The intensity of her emotions was overwhelming, and Naruto struggled to process what he was seeing.

"How did this happen?" he thought, his mind racing. "Where did I go wrong? She was my little princess, my innocent Hima. When did her love turn into this... obsession?"

The images blurred together, showing a timeline of her life. He could see the moments of isolation, the times she had clung to him because he was the only constant in her life. He had always been there for her, always shielded her from pain. In doing so, had he inadvertently become the sole focus of her world?

Naruto returned to reality, his arms still wrapped protectively around Hima's frail body. His heart ached with conflicting emotions—guilt, love, and an unsettling sense of responsibility.

"What do I do?" he thought, his mind swirling with possibilities. "Do I talk to her about this? Or do I let it be, hoping it will fade with time? She's fragile right now... I can't risk hurting her further."

He mulled over the idea of finding her a partner, someone who could bring her happiness and take her focus off him. But the very thought of Hima leaving him, of her dedicating herself to another, filled him with a deep, instinctive repulsion.

"I have a problem," he admitted to himself, his jaw tightening. "I can't see a life without her by my side. I've always been too tied to Hima, too dependent on her presence."

Naruto sighed, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. The idea of her marrying someone else and moving away was unbearable. "Maybe... Maybe her husband could live with us," he reasoned, trying to convince himself. "That way, she wouldn't have to leave. I could keep her safe, protect her... And I wouldn't have to let go."

But deep down, Naruto knew the truth: he didn't want to share her with anyone. Not a mortal, not a immortal, not anyone. The realization settled heavily in his chest, and he tightened his hold on her, as though afraid she might slip away.

"I'll figure this out," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "But for now, I just need you to be okay."

As the world reset around them, the mall and its surroundings were restored to their original state, the destruction and chaos wiped away as though they had never occurred. Kara stood in the middle of it all, her body feeling both repaired and strangely disconnected. She could still feel the lingering traces of Naruto's immense power—a sensation that made her both awed and uneasy.

Her mind was a whirlwind of questions and realizations, each thought colliding with the next in a cacophony of confusion.

"Hima's father... He's not just powerful. He's the Guardian, the one people speak of in reverence and fear. And Hima... she's the Phoenix. A being with powers I can't even begin to comprehend."

Kara clenched her fists, her heart pounding as the events replayed in her mind. Trigon, the overwhelming demon, had been obliterated in an instant. But Naruto's power had gone beyond just destroying his enemy—it had rewritten reality itself.

"He imposed his will on the world like it was nothing. Is that what true power looks like? To shape reality as you see fit? And yet... he's Hima's father. How do you reconcile that level of might with being a parent?"

Kara shook her head, trying to push past the overwhelming nature of her thoughts. Her own vulnerability in the face of Trigon's attack weighed heavily on her. She hadn't been able to protect anyone—not Hima, not Barbara, not the people in the mall. And yet, she was still alive, seemingly untouched by the reality shift.

"Why didn't it affect me?" she wondered. "Is it because I've been around Hima and Naruto for so long? Or... was it a mistake? He was out of his mind—maybe he didn't realize he left me aware."

Her gaze shifted to Barbara, who sat nearby, staring blankly ahead. Kara's stomach churned at the thought of what Barbara might be thinking or realizing. "She loves him too," Kara thought with a pang. "How is this going to work out? Hima loves her father in a way that's... different. And now Barbara... Does she even realize the depth of this situation?"

"Kara, Earth to Kara," Barbara's voice cut through her thoughts, and Kara blinked as Barbara waved a hand in front of her face.

"Sorry," Kara muttered, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Something came up. I need to go meet with my cousin. Hima said she was called back by her father."

Before Barbara could respond, Kara stood abruptly and left, her movements hurried and deliberate. She needed time to process. "I need to talk to Clark. He'll help me figure this out."

Barbara watched Kara leave, a frown creasing her forehead. The abruptness of Kara's departure and her mention of Hima being called back by her father didn't sit right. It felt... off.

"Why would Hima tell Kara and not me?" Barbara thought, frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior. "She looked pale, shaken, almost like... like I felt when everything seemed hopeless."

Barbara sighed, finishing her drink before heading toward the washroom. Hima had gone there only a moment earlier, and Barbara wanted answers. But when she reached the restroom, it was empty.

"No Hima," Barbara muttered under her breath, biting her lip in frustration as she turned to leave the mall. The truth was, she didn't know what had just happened or why Kara had been so unsettled.

As she hailed a taxi, Barbara sent Hima a message, her fingers typing quickly.

"What happened back there? Are you okay? Let me know if you need anything."

Her thoughts drifted as she leaned back in the seat, her mind replaying the strange tension she'd seen in both Kara and Hima.

"Hopefully, it wasn't anything serious," she murmured, though deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something monumental had just unfolded—something that would change everything.