The Ten Tailed Wolf

The first thing to notice about death is that it brings your whole life into perspective in a flash. This was the first thing noticed by Hiro Otoko, an introverted nerd killed in an explosion in the centre of his city. All he wanted was to get his hands on the latest volume of Naruto. Was that so much to ask? The world seemed to think so. As his desperate mind attempted to cling onto any thoughts before they slipped away, one thing stuck in his mind.

"I need... to see the...end..." were the final words he could choke out. Then his body collapsed and darkness enveloped him.

Hiro awoke in an unfamiliar room with an incredibly sore stomach. He was terrified. Was he dead? Was this heaven or hell? Was it something else? These thoughts flooded his mind. He cried out in frustration, fear and pain. It felt like hours before he could calm himself and begin looking around. He appeared to be lying on a wooden bed in what looked like some kind of stone building. Something like a house but made in a more crude looking fashion, as though modern building techniques were an alien concept. There were no doors; simply spaces for entrances and exits.

The next thing he had to investigate was the sharp pain in his stomach. It seemed to have mostly subsided at this point but its presence alone was cause for alarm. After all, if this truly was the afterlife, then how would he be able to feel pain? He lifted a somewhat tattered blanket from himself, only to find that a large black marking lay upon his stomach.

"What the fuck?" He muttered to himself. The symbol seemed to remind him of something. Something he was fond of. But his mind, still in a daze, refused to make sense of it. It merely looked... Familiar somehow, yet at the same time unrecognisable. Where did it come from? He quickly realised that all he was getting from this was questions and so decided to rise from the bed. As he rose to the ground, he noticed two things.

First: His hair was incredibly long; he could feel it upon his back.

And second: He was naked.

Seeing that this may be a problem, he looked around the room to see if he could find any drawers. No luck. He attempted to walk to the next room but found himself stumbling, almost like a child. As though he hadn't moved in his whole life.

"What the hell is going on?" He groaned as he walked through the doorway. What he found was a conveniently placed table, upon which laid a plain white T-shirt and black jogging bottoms, as well as a set of boxers. It was almost as though someone had expected this to happen.

"Well, that's not suspicious at all." Hiro muttered to himself, the sarcasm dripping from his mouth like rain from a cloud. However, seeing no other option, he took the clothes from the table and got changed. It took a while to get himself changed with his newly limited motor functions but he managed. He then took a moment to examine himself.

He was a lot thinner than he used to be, bordering on malnourished. Although, despite this, he didn't seem to be in the slightest bit hungry. His new clothes hung somewhat loosely off of his body. Upon taking a bit of his now very long hair and pulling it towards his face, he noticed that his hair seemed to have gone from its normal oak brown to bleached blonde.

"Ok, what the hell is going on?!" He called out in a mix of confusion and frustration. None of this was normal. There was no way to explain this situation. As his frustration began to grow to rage, he felt a strange energy flow throughout his body. Immediately, fear took hold of him and his movement stopped. His spine chilled as the strange new energy began to recede into his stomach.

"Fuck this! I'm outta here." He yelled in fear. A moment later, he was running. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he care. He simply had to get away from whatever that was. He ran through a string of hallways before he charged out of an exit.

The sunlight was startling. Hiro raised a hand to block out the bright afternoon sun.

Wait, was it afternoon? He had no idea how long he had been out for. It could've been morning. And what was the date?

Questions for later, Hiro decided.

As he glanced behind him he noticed that the building he had been in was some kind of ornate tower, showing serious signs of wear. In front of the door he had emerged from, whether it was an entrance or exit was impossible to tell, there seemed to be statues of a wolf with ten long tails flowing down onto stone pillars. The statues seemed extremely old, perhaps older than the tower itself. Turning away from the building, he ran off in hopes of finding someone, anyone, to make sense of his situation. What he found shocked him greatly.

He saw a massive gate that seemed to lead into a strange city of some kind.

"Watch out!" A strange voice from behind Hiro yelled. Turning, he found himself staring with wide eyes at a blonde haired troublemaker. One that was very familiar.

He continued to stare as Naruto Uzumaki charged towards him.

A.N: The adventure begins! I've started getting into the Naruto manga lately and decided to try an OC story. It took a while and went through two VERY different versions but I think it came out pretty well. Now, I've got a Chapter two to write, as well as some more chapters of other stories. In the meantime, see ya!

Sincerely,

Lord Terronus