AN:So this is my first story, so review and tell me if you think it's crap.
Prologue: The end of the end and the birth of a beginning
Cold blue eyes scanned the desolate wasteland emotionlessly. The lone figure behind the eyes calm and erect taking one last look at his surroundings before he left.
It was odd the figure thought that he should feel so detached, it was after all the last time he would see the wasteland. "No not the last time, just the last time as a wasteland." The figure reassured himself
A array of kanji glowing faintly behind the figure drew his attention. He surveyed his masterpiece with a detached glance. It had taken him millennia to create it, he had only received the basics in fuinjutsu from his sensei.
He had cut himself countless times in order to draw practice seals on the ground, lacking the paper and ink to do so normally. "After all, without trees you can't get paper, another downside to the end of the world."He mused to himself.
He remembered crawling out of the rubble, skin burned off and nearly dead, gazing on the lifeless world. He reminisced about how his tenant was slowly absorbed until even it left him. He had been devastated when it finally left him, they weren't particularly friendly with each other it had been better then nothing. And while the beast's chakra kept him alive over the centuries he had still felt empty. Not even the toads could keep him company as the summon world had been destroyed too.
When he had finally been caught by Akatsuki he had struggled against his bonds even in the extraction process. He had, through sheer force of will, been able to overload the sealing process. While he had survived the results of cataclysmic, the full force of the Kyuubi's chakra, as well as every member of Akatsuki's had exploded with the power of a million nuclear bombs (AN:Best analogy I could think of, he obviously doesn't know what a nuke is), most of the world crust had been peeled away to reveal lava. He had been in the "eye of the storm" so to speak and had barely escaped alive. As he fell into a coma and regained his skin, and the Kyuubi regained it's chakra, the dust settled and wasteland that was the world was shown in all of it's glory.
He had spent the first century or so simply drowning in his sorrow and trying to kill himself. Eventually he realized that he would be no better than that bastard of a Uchiha if he wasted his life like that. He had trained himself in every aspect he could think of before coming to fuinjutsu. He then threw himself into a stream of lava for not realizing what he could do with it.
His life now revolved around creating this one moment this one chance to make everything right. He had blown off his limbs or even his head with an experimental seal, but it never slowed him down, he regenerated them fast enough that he never realized they were gone. He shrugged of whatever injury he had and rushed forward, eager to give himself another.
Naruto began to walk to his destiny, thinking of all that he had lost. Kakashi, impaled through the gut by Sasuke. Kiba and Akamaru devoured by Zetsu before his eyes. Neji, sacrificed himself to push his pregnant wife Tenten out of the way of a shuriken attack. Shino, roasted along with his colony by Madara, Naruto smiled at the memory, who knew the bug boy would be strong enough to get Madara himself to kill him, and using Amaterasu to top it all off. Lee and Gai, sacrificing themselves by opening the 8 gates to kill Sasuke. Ten Ten, blowing herself and her unborn child up in an attempt to kill Zetsu. Kurenai and Choji , finally killing the plant bastard before succumbing to his poison. The sand siblings, brought down along with the other Kage's in the battle to retrieve Killer Bee. Shikamaru and Ino, crushed by the Sanbi after Madara released his Biju upon the world. Tsunade, rushing from her hospital bed to fight Madara only to be tortured by Tsuyomi. Before finally she cut down with Shizune. Hinata… Naruto stopped mere inches away from the sealing array, remembering the one girl that had always believed in him despite the villages views, she had loved him, and had died in a last ditch attempt to save him. A tear slid from his eye, he had never loved her… but her death hurt more than all the others combined. He snorted suddenly "A thousand times more then that pink haired bitch at least." he muttered to himself.
Oh yes he hadn't forgotten Sakura, the traitor had backstabbed them all in order to please her "precious Sasuke-kun". Bah she made him sick, if it were not for her Akatsuki would never have gotten there location. The guerilla war against Akatsuki would have still gone on, hell they might even have won it. The desolate wasteland that he had spent his sentence in might have been a vibrant world filled with trees, people, and the world might be a utopia. Ok that might be stretching it a bit but it would have a hell of a lot better than this.
Still if this works then he'll be able to give everyone what's coming to them. If it doesn't, well the backlash will probably ensure that he'll never have to worry about anything again. Naruto Stepped into the sealing array and began to feed chakra into it. Looking down on the plain that was once his home town he smiled. The monument was there all 5 faces looking at him with a proud look on his face, Naruto wondered how many time he had rebuilt the monument whenever it's features where wiped clean by the biting winds that the wasteland held.
The sealing array was 50% charged. He smiled as the world around him began to fall apart. Fissures springing up from the ground, winds whipping away everything in their path, as his seal consumed not lonely his Chakra but all the Natural Chakra in the area. 75%, a boulder whipped towards the Hokage Monument and tore off his father's face. Naruto winced sympathetically "Sucks to be you dad." Naruto thought before chuckling. 100% "Fuin." Naruto whispered to nobody, and yet he felt like everyone from Haku and Hinata to Madara and Sasuke was listening. There was a flash of blue, then Naruto opened his eyes.
He felt the ground give way as a giant toad jumped about. He heard the screams of dying men pleading for someone anyone to save them. He smelt burning wood and the scent of pines. He tasted hot blood dripping into his mouth. He sensed jutsu going off and the dark killing intent of the Kyuubi. He saw the determined face of his father, blood dripping from his mouth as he faced down one of Konoha's greatest threat's, the Shinigami hanging behind him like a malevolent shadow. Then through all these senses he heard one word, "Fuin." As pain erupted on his stomach Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze could only think one thing "Perfect."
