Fox Of The Old Republic
by: Lord Kyuubi
His world was pain.
Jagged, broken agony shrieked along shattered nerves. Every breath felt like a large, angry man striking his chest with a sledgehammer. Every beat of his heart sounded like thunder in his burst eardrums.
His vision had actually fragmented, as though his eyes were mirrors which had been sharply struck. He could feel broken things, bones and organs and skin, and oh Kami, it hurt...He felt sticky blood pooling around him, wondered vaguely how much he'd lost, how he could have possibly survived. Or perhaps he hadn't? No he must have, for these excruciating sensations were to real, too agonizing to be post-mortem.
But he was healing.
He knew of course. Knew it couldn't be that easy. Knew the hateful, vicious, Demon King to which he was bound, would never let him off that easily.
Was he grateful?
No.
He did not fear Death. Never had. Odd, he supposed, for a shinobi not to fear the most likely outcome of his career. He wasn't suicidal or anything, had no intention of slashing his wrists or some silly idiocy like that(not like it would work anyways...), but he looked forward to Death's embrace. Because then, when that sweet chill enveloped him, he could finally rest. Could stop pretending, stop being strong for everyone else's sake, finally stop wearing his mask. And besides, Death could not be so bad as this. Agony so horrible, beyond anything he knew, anything he dared believe, so bad screaming was no help.
Naruto coughed, rolled onto his side, and proceeded to vomit entirely too much blood. He shuddered, and prayed this was the worst as he fell unconscious.
Prologue
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AN: New story...yeah...the old ones are all pretty much discontinued. Probably. Naruto x Star Wars crossover; fair warning, it's not just crossing over the movies, I'm bringing in some backup from Knights of the Old Republic. Read, review if you like, flames will promptly be pissed on.
