Hello all! This is a story I've made because i am sick and tired of the unoriginal stories so far. The transported person almost always joins fairy tail. they almost always have some type of dragon slayer magic. the almost always have instant access to eternano. I am trying to open the door a little wider here. characters will be just a bit off, and I am sorry for that.
Chapter One: People Don't Live Forever
It hurt. Hurt so much. The seal was not meant to have another grafted upon it. The pain. The pain washed over him as fearsome and ferocious as the waves of a tsunami. He could feel his skin froth and bubble from the searing nature of the demonic chakra bursting from his stomach. His screams of agony were only overshadowed by a roar of freedom. The gigantic mass known as the Kyuubi was slowly pulling itself from his container of twelve years. "I...am...FREE!" The sheer force of its bellow blew down the trees with more force than the gales of a hurricane. Pain filled cerulean eyes stared in horror at the glistening crimson fur coat.
"I can't let it free!" His willpower was strong. His conviction was unbreakable. He loosely grabbed one of the kunai pinning him to a Konoha Ancient. Filling his rapidly weakening body with his dwindling chakra, he stared off to the side. To his team mates. "I guess I won't be Hokage after all guys..." he said to them, with a bitter smile.
"What are you doing boy?! I...will...not die!" The Kyuubi tried to force the rest of its body out before he could enact his plan.
"You will never be free again Kyuubi!" He let out his own roar, the sound sending dual emotions of sadness and conviction. The sheer will the boy had stalled the escape of the mighty bijuu enough for him to go through with the only solution.
"Damn you boy! Damn you mongrel!" The Kyuubi was struggling to free his lower half.
"Never..." With his wavering focus, he plunged the kunai through his jugular. As his vision darkened, the boy noticed the forming figure of a being garbed in white. It floated, for it had no feet. The torso was, at best, emaciated. The ribs were visible enough to count and the line of a nice cut stretched from its chest to its navel. Its arms could encircle him twice, and the black claws that tipped its hands could rend his flesh easily. A white mane of hair, greater than any other, spiked around. Behind a sneer, black fangs gripped a black tanto. Great furrowed, perhaps eternally, eyebrows brought attention the obsidian around a pure ivory. As he gave his dying breath, he witnessed the mighty Kyuubi dissolving into scarlet particles, back into his body. His head drooped and his body hung limply. Uzumaki Naruto...was dead.