I do not own naruto. There. I said it. I think I'll go cry now.
Death, it can be painless, or extremely painful. Of course, for Naruto, it had happened to be a slow painful one. That was just his luck, he gets a chidori through a lung. Said lung of course collapsed and had slowly caused him to suffocate. Blackness slowly crawled into his field of vision as his brain and heart cried for oxygen that his lungs couldn't provide. His life began to flash before his eyes. All the terrible things the village had done to him came to him in startlingly clarity. Sakura… How she would always hit him when he talked to her but came crying to him to retrieve her precious sasuke. How he had failed to fulfill his promise to her, and how if he somehow lived, would probably blame him and hate him for it. He realized he hated her now, her actions spoke louder than words to him now. "Child. Why do you give into death so easily? Release me and you will have power beyond your wildest dreams. Power… and love." Love…? He pondered to himself. What did the kyuubi mean by love? "My love. You will have the love of the most powerful being in the mortal world." Oh. He let himself get pulled into his mindscape, the familiar sewer coming into view, as well as the familiar bars holding the kyuubi at bay. However, what wasn't so familiar to him was the person that was behind said bars. A woman of a tanned complexion and standing at 5 foot, eleven inches stood before him. Her red hair reached the top of her buttocks, and her red slitted eyes stared at him. She had the body of a goddess, curved in all the right places, and a set of perky C cups breasts. Fox ears poked from the top of her head and nine tails swished lazily behind her. Oh yes, she was also naked. Needless to say, Naruto did the reasonable thing any 12 year old hormonal boy would do when confronted by such a beautiful site. He fainted, a trickle of blood leaking down his nose, and a telltale bulge in his pants.
~Oh my. A cliffhanger of sorts. Considering this is my first fanfic, reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated. Till next time. Darketh, out.