A/N: Huh... forgot to add this. Ah well. Here it is. Bored, wrote this, posted it here. The usual.
It was over. Everyone had seen it coming; the inevitable end of the beginning. The beginning of the end… but knowing it was coming did nothing to make people feel better.
One by one…. The Jinchuuriki were picked off. Drained of their demons… finally allowed to rest.
Naruto had tried to save them; tried to stop Akatsuki. But they had 8 demons, whereas he had one. He may hold the strongest, but this was a battle of attrition; one that he wouldn't win.
'What's done is done. You shouldn't blame yourself.' He could hear Gaara's voice in his mind; reminding him that he did all he could. Gaara was right. But he would go down fighting. He didn't have to kill all eight bijuu. Just kill Pein and Madara. Pfft. Like that was going to happen.
His tempered blue eyes gazed over the burning village, Kyuubi stirring silently, almost subdued. "It's over…"
'You're giving up…?'
"Heh… giving up, me…? Never… Let's do it… one last time… Kyuubi…"
The fox laughed within him. 'Don't tell anyone I said this, but, I'm going to miss you mortal.'
Now it was Naruto's turn to laugh. He continued to laugh even as the burning chakra seared through his clothes. Slowly, he channelled it into a single point in his body. All nine tails, focused into a single burning point. It was painful; scratch that, it was agonizing. But he smiled through it. One sad little smile. The point travelled to his hand, a small ball of concentrated demonic chakra.
"Bang…" He said, letting a tear slip from his face. Akatsuki didn't know what hit them; neither did the rest of the world.
Years on from then, centuries, and millennia, the Earth healed itself, but it never entirely shook off the aura of the blast. It remained, permeating the very air of the epicentre of the end.
If Naruto couldn't save the world, then it was nobody's world.