Redefining The Reaper
DISCLAIMER: I Do NOT OWN NARUTO
Authors note... Hello! I don't know how this will turn out as this is the first story i have ever written but i hope whoever reads this just finds something to enjoy. I find writing very therapeutic and i hope to entertain. If you review ill appreciate it just make it constructive and thank you for your time. Now on with the show!
Chapter 1: A lost soul
Darkness, that's all he could perceive. He didn't know who or what he was, but he felt one thing for sure. A stinging pain on his chest about three inches from his heart. Oddly the boy felt comfort as if the darkness had soothed him into feeling safe. A small light appeared and he closed his eyes as fast as he could only to see the burned afterimage of what he believed was a small lit flame. 'A candle?' The boy forced his eyes open only to see a small white otherworldly looking flame above him. The flame then seemed to clone itself about 50 times enough for him to make out his own body.
The boy was laying down on what seemed to be a cave floor only no entrance in sight. The boy willed himself to his feet to only scream in unbearable pain from the wound on his chest. The boy leaned against the nearest wall and did what anyone would do given his situation. He walked hugging the wall not only for support, but to ensure he doesn't further get lost As he walked, the flame started to follow him until he reached a junction in the path. The flame suddenly shot ahead down the path leading to the left and the boy followed his only source of light. What the boy did not know was this just changed his life and he could never turn back.
After following the ghostly light for quite some time the boy approached what seemed to be a desk. The desk was pretty regal looking, yet very out of place. The desk was very disorganized and the chair was more like a tattered old and worn throne. As the boy stood at the desk suddenly the strange flames all converged onto the throne, causing the boy to look away due to how bright it was. When the boy finally willed himself to look back he almost wished he didn't.
An almost spectral being was sitting at the throne. This being was wearing a white robe, exposing its very almost malnourished chest with purple skin. Its hair was white as the flames had been and on its head protruded two blood red horns. On the lower body it had a belt holding a tanto and some prayer beads. Its eyes were the brightest, sinister green eyes the boy had ever seen. The being looked at the boy and shrieked the loudest nails on the chalkboard shriek the boy had ever heard and the boy almost passed out. The being stopped seeing as the boy still stood not passing out or running away. The Being then decided to do something it hadn't done in centuries... It spoke!
"Child of prophecy do you know where you stand?" said the being in a high tenor voice.
"No i don't, who are you where am I? And what was with that screech!?" The boy asked and yelled.
"You ask a lot of questions for a lost soul, but I will answer those questions right now. I go by many names in your world. Shinigami, death, and the void etc... as to where you are you are in the final checkpoint between life and death itself and the screech should have passed you over but it didn't. That hasn't happened since the great sage died many years ago. Very interesting indeed." Death answered. The boy was shocked and asked death, "How did I die? Hell who am I even I don't even remember my own name!" Death took a second to look through some paper work on his grand desk and found a page and he read over it. "You have died in a fight between you and a close comrade. During this fight you had suffered sever head trauma, Multiple puncture wounds to the chest, electrocution, and last but not least your body was burned." Death then spoke, "It seems that your body went through so much in your short life that your very own soul has rejected the memories you hold in order to protect your own sanity. Where are my manners, come boy sit down opposite of I and ill tell you more... If your willing to listen." A chair appeared opposite Death and the boy reluctantly took the seat crossing his legs.
"Child I will start of by telling you about your life. You have suffered many hardships that no human should have to go through. You have gone through your life wearing a mask to protect your own psyche, one of stupidity and happiness but deep down you were anything but. You tried to push your pain, suffering, loneliness, and fears down so that no one could hurt you as much as you had in the past. You were a broken shell of a human being walking a path of neglect and self loathing. You were discriminated against due to the sins of humanity. They put something inside of you that was never intended to be caged. A giant tailed beast whose true name is unknown to everyone except itself. You were, are, and always will be Naruto Uzumaki."