Hello, FanFiction community. Welcome to my story, Into The Unknown.
This is my first FanFic for this account, but not my first Fic in general. I have been a member of several times, maybe two or three, and neglected said account and the stories on it for many years.
This time, however, I will remain strong on this account, and keep up with my stories until the end.
A little motivation from you guys would do wonders, might I add.
So... here's the story. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, this is a FANFICTION, after all, and I never will. I do however own the OC's in my story, such as the main character and his friends.
Pain.
Pain on a scale so advanced, that he had doubted anyone had felt anything quite like this.
He was falling. Falling into an abyss filled with chakra, with no beginning in site. He was spread eagle, unable to move against the torrent. The foul, grotesque chakra seemed intent on stripping his arm of the flesh, attacking it with vicious swipes, tearing at him with invisible claws.
He would have long since been a skeleton had it not been for the unknown force, healing the wounds as soon as they appeared.
His right eye felt like it was on fire, as if the very fires of Hell themselves had been confined to the eye. He struggled to open his left eye against the torrent of chakra, only to be met with the topless pillar of chakra he was falling into… and blood.
Blood flowing from what could only be his injured eye. Was his eye even there anymore, or was it merely an empty socket with his lifeblood flowing freely from it? He was in too much pain to think. Too much pain to do anything other than pray to Kami that it would end soon.
His prayers had seemingly been answered, as a pitch black katana came hurling down at him, piercing his chest. It drove straight through his heart, halting as the handle made contact with him.
He felt it.
White hot pain coursed through his body, his racing heart beat only serving to assist the blade in tearing away at more of his precious organ tissue. He did not die, much to his dismay.
His decent continued, the chakra growing more vicious in its attacks, as if frustrated that the boy still had flesh on him. It ripped and tore more furiously at his abused body. His unkempt brunette hair flowed around his head and neck, as if fighting against wind resistance. It was mocking him. Pretending as if this… place… abided by the normal laws of the world.
He struggled against the chakra, using his willpower to force his left arm to move. Aiming to grab the handle of the deadly sword that had found a home through his chest.
The chakra roared around him, directing all of its attention at the offending appendage. The full force of it seemed to be too much for the mysterious healing force to handle as the skin began ripping away, leaving muscle behind.
He continued inching his hand towards the hilt, mustering up everything he could to meet his goal. He knew that cutting his heart out was the only way to free himself of this torment. The chakra must have known that too, as it stripped away his muscles, leaving beats of bone showing.
He had to hurry, or his arm would be gone.
With one, mighty push, he managed to grip the blade, wincing as his bare muscle touched the handle. The chakra howled. Angry that it had lost the pseudo arm wrestle.
It was of little concern to him, however, as he made to end his suffering. Shifting the blade painfully inside of him, slowly cutting through more and more of his tissue.
That is, until a burning light from above bather him in violet.
Looking up from the task at hand, his single eye widened. His world began fading to black, but not before he made out the large, demonic eye staring back at him from the Heavens.
The Eye of the Juubi.
Short, I know, but it's only a prologue. I want to see what you viewers think of the start before I upload anymore. I have a couple of chapters written on papaer already, just have to type them out.
Tell me what you think.