From weakness comes strength.
A plot bunny bit my brain with this one and I had to get it out, but as Kuromizo no Ariana knows they can be useful.
Anyway on the story.
The sky overhead swirled angrily with black and red, the heavens themselves were mimicking the battle. Through the violent flashes of wild lightening the destruction could be perceived; an unnatural clearing created from the flattened trees of a once tall and proud forest now burning, smoke clouding the air.
The great walls which once would have loomed up behind him, solid and imposing, had been reduced to rubble, the houses and shops, peoples lives – decimated!
The raging firelight and skies wrath illuminated the scene, throwing into stark relief the mutilated bodies of those he counted as friends, abundant among the silhouettes of those who will fight no more are the pools of brilliant scarlet blood, the same colour as the enemies fur. It's as though the chaos, the destruction, the blood and pain feeds him.
His breath is coming in heavy now; he's almost at his limit, his chakra used up in trying to halt the demons advance, to never let it come to this.
He had made a final dash into the village, making use of his infamous speed, and collected the hope of a nation from his mothers side, his last chance to tell the woman how much he loved her, but he had arrived too late. He hefted the bundle in his strong arms freeing his hands to make seals. Abruptly his viewpoint shifted and he looked out over the few remaining tree tops, straight into the mad eyes of hell, and felt no fear, only a calm assurance that there was no other way.
The great toad beneath his feet shifted, silently asking to do battle, the man answered in the negative he only needed the height to keep those still fighting away from the death he was about to bring.
Rapidly flying through a new set of seals, he half turned to view his fate – the Death God. Grinning at the man, raising his sword and driving into the mans chest and out, straight through to the fox. Strange, the man thought, that there was no pain only a feeling of cold. The scream of outrage told the man that the demon did not agree. There were eons of promised pain and suffering in that scream and it was all directed at him. But still no fear was felt only resignation, for the villages salvation was done although the price to be paid was high.
The fox's soul was dragged out of his enraged corporeal form and channelled directly into the seal he had drawn on the baby's stomach – the hope of a nation. His own soul was slowly dragged out from his body and suspended briefly. Hw watched the toad vanish an his body, still clutching the baby protectively fall, he could only hope that the child would be okay.
He stared full into the face of death even as it opened its mouth to swallow him whole, he opened his mouth to scream as he was devoured but to his horror he couldn't make a sound, his body may have died, but his soul would live forever, soundlessly screaming out its pain into the void.
Suddenly the screaming got louder, but as Naruto bolted upright he realised that the terrified screaming was his own voice, shrieking in absolute horror at the dream he knew to have been true.
Well thats the prologue, if anyone wants another chapter up you're going to have to feed the review monster, shes hungry.