A/N: So yeah, lot of positive feedback from the first chapter. I am blown away that so many of you guys like/actually wanna see how this story goes. A few favorites, a lot of alerts, and one review. Trust me, that is… one more than I expected. But seriously, thank you. Now for this story I'm gonna need a good Beta and someone for Japanese translations. So anyone who can help or direct me to someone who can, please PM me. I know very few actual jutsu in Japanese. Now just one last thing, since the jinchuriki 2-8 will be OCs, let me know if you want me to state what they are here or if you want them to remain a surprise until their reveal. Until then, let Chapter 2 Begin!

"Hey" -Human speech

'Hey' -Human thought

"Hey" -Jutsu/Demon speech

'Hey' -Demon thought

Drip -Slight sound effects

There he stood. Naruto Uzumaki, the number one hyperactive knucklehead ninja, with his sensei's arm through his heart. He was most definitely dead; the light faded from his eyes and his body limp against his sensei. Zabuza and Haku stand, shocked, at their enemy, let alone a complete stranger, taking a fatal blow for them. Kakashi stood shell-shocked that he was the cause of his most promising students' death; sure, the Uchiha had promise but he stunted himself with his revenge kick. And the Haruno, forget about it. But Naruto… he showed true determination to prove everyone wrong. Now… he's dead. Because of him. Inside his mind, Kakashi was beyond devastated; his mind had devolved to an unintelligible mess. Soon, his outside body reflected his mind as he fell to his knees, his arm now out of his students torso and said student now limply laying against him as tears fell from both his eyes, though his covered sharingan's tears merely soaked the cloth of his hitae-ate, unhindered. Gato stood at the end of the bridge, behind his army of mercenaries, smirking, seeing the stupid ninja that dared defy him just kill one of their own. How stupid. Now he just watches these weak fools fall apart 'cause some snot-nosed kid decided to be a hero and get himself killed. At least he saved that supposed "demon's" bitch. He's wanted to get her back for breaking his wrist. She'd make a good whore, along with that pinked haired one and the old man's daughter. He started clapping slowly at the "entertainment," drawing everyone's attention to him and smirking at their widening eyes seeing his army of thugs.

"Thanks for the show, kiddies, really. Pretty dumb of that kid to get himself killed for the two-bit demon I promised to pay a fortune for. Eh, I was planning to kill him after this job anyway," Gato said, smirking, revealing his intentions for Zabuza.

Zabuza, as can be predicted, was absolutely livid. This little piece of shit wasn't gonna pay him? And kill him? Him; the Demon of the Mist! Oh, he'll pay…

"Gato, you traitorous bastard! You weren't gonna pay us?! I should punt your short ass over the edge of the bridge and let you drown!" Zabuza all but roared at the pint sized devil.

"Oh I'm so scared. Whatever will I do? The Demon of the Mist is gonna get me!" Gato said, sarcasm just dripping off his voice. He then just smirked and chuckled, then laughed to the sky like a madman. "You couldn't scare a kitten! 'Demon of the Mist' indeed! You're a waste of money! Boys…" He gestures to his army of thugs. "…take care of the-" He's interrupted by a huge wave of killing intent and sheer power washing over the bridge from the body of the child who gave his life for the Demon and his apprentice.

(Same time as initial reactions of Naruto's death, Inside Mindscape)

He floated in whiteness. Empty whiteness. There was nothing for as far as he could see. He felt detached from himself. He remembered what happened before he appeared here. Sasuke died… Everything went red… He woke up to see himself almost punching that girl; Haku, if he remembered. Then he asked if in another time they could've been friends. But she ran to save her boss. Then he ran to save her. Kakashi… Lightning… Pain. Lots of pain. Then… nothing. He appeared here. He looked around. Then, thought impossible from the blinding whiteness of wherever he is, a bright light shone, overshadowing any of the light from this empty space. He covered his eyes. Then, when he was sure the light died down, he slowly moved his arms as he realizes he's now sitting on the "floor." He looked up to see a figure that can only be described as beautiful. Her blonde hair, bordering white, flowed down to the small of her back. He flawless porcelain skin held no blemish. Her kimono was white with a noticeable blue tinge that flowed to covering her feet and had a cut halfway down her arms to let the sleeves hang down. The kimono tried, in vain, to hold back her more than generous bust. She smiled softly at the blonde child, like a mother.

"Hello, Naruto-kun." She said with the most soothing voice ever. Said blonde blushed at her looks and her voice and he felt all his worries melt away.

"Wh-who're you?" He stuttered, blush still prominent.

"You are in Limbo, Naruto-kun." She said with a smile as Naruto's blush shattered as his face took on a terrified visage.

"I'm dead?!" He all but yelled as tears welled up in his eyes. His dreams, his friends, his sensei… All gone just in an instant. But at least that nice girl he met is still alive. He smiled ever so slightly at that fact.

"No, I said you're in Limbo. Trust me, Naruto-kun, when I say you are far too important for us to let you die now." She said, keeping that motherly smile on her face.

Here, Naruto's scared face changed to one of confusion. "Us? Who's 'us'? And who're you? And if I'm not dead, then what's happening? What do you mean I'm too important to die?" He bombarded her with questions as she just giggled slightly at the blondes enthusiasm to know what the hell is going on.

"I'll answer those questions in a special order. First, what's happening is your mind is being held here as your body is being healed by the Kyuubi." She answered him.

Naruto was shocked that this complete, albeit beautiful, stranger knew about the Kyuubi. Before he could ask how she knew that, she held a hand up to stop him from asking, so as to not be interrupted.

"Second, I am Kami." She said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Here, Naruto's brain just stopped. He was 'not' dead and he was talking to the Kami. The same Kami viewed as the god of gods. Then he noticed she was kneeling down and an inch from his face. His eyes drifted downward and he caught a glimpse of her ample cleavage. He was propelled back with a nosebleed.

She giggled at his antics and went over to him and sat on her heels and held his head in her lap, wiping the blood and letting him sleep off the shock. About an hour later, he woke up to the bottom view of her bust and he felt another nosebleed coming on until her voice rang in his ears.

"Now, now, Naruto-kun. We can't have you passing out again." She said with a slight giggle as he got up and out of her grasp and sat across from her.

"S-sorry, Kami-sama." He stuttered, fighting down a blush.

"Oh, Naruto-kun. Does someone have a crush on Kami?" She said teasingly and giggled like crazy when his blush went nuclear, putting a tomato to shame. She decided to continue her answering of his questions from before. "But yes, I am Kami. And what I meant by us is my brothers Yami, Shinigami, and I. We have great expectations of you Naruto-kun." She said, trying to sound professional but failing miserably, still stifling giggles as Naruto's blush was still prominent.

"Huh?" was his intelligent answer. He was confused about the whole thing.

She giggled a bit at his cluelessness and decided to fill him in on the details. "To put it simply, Naruto, you are the Child of Prophecy. You will be expected to free this world from the age-old cycle of pain and hate."

Naruto gasped at hearing that the 3 most powerful entities in existence made expected so much of him. He was 12! What can he do?!

"I'm 12! What can I do?!" See?

She giggled at his reply 'As was expected.' She thought to herself. "Trust me, Naruto-kun, you won't be expected to do all this right off the bat. You will be trained in how to do this by a very special person. I'm sure you noticed that your eyes have been stinging ever so slightly." She said to him.

Come to think of it, he did notice his eyes stung a bit. He noticed it vehemently when he went berserk on Haku. As he thought over it, a piece of the empty whiteness condensed in front of his face and shined, turning into a mirror so he can see what was the problem. He gasped at what he saw; his usual cerulean blue eyes, now a light purple bordering on grey, and concentric circles around the dilated pupil to the edges of his eyes, eliminating the sclera as well. "What the heck?!" Was his reaction to this change in his eyes.

She giggled once again at his reaction. "That is the Rinnegan. It is the Kekkei Genkai of what your people called the Rikudo Sennin." She told him.

He gasped once again at hearing he had the eyes of the most powerful person in history. The man who created jutsu and shinobi and everything in between.

"Th-the Rikudo Sennin?!" He yelled in sheer shock and awe at his own eyes.

She just nodded. "Yes, him. Now, that's not the only gift you will receive. Once you return to your friends on the bridge, your body will change drastically to accommodate all the power you now hold. But also, I, as Kami, I can give you 1 or 2 more Kekkei Genkai. So which would you like?" She said with that sweet smile.

He gasped again at hearing he'll get not 1 but 2 or 3 Kekkei Genkai like Sasuke and that Haku girl. He thought over what he'd want. 'Which do I want?' He thought.

Ch. 2 End

A/N: Well, there's chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed it. Now I am starting a poll. PM me if you want him to have a third Kekkei Genkai and, if so, which? Or you can say not give him a third 'cause he'll be too overpowered. Trust me, I understand your concern. I will not make this an overpowered Naruto story. I hate that.

Ja ne!

EDIT

It has come to my attention that I forgot something. For Naruto's possible third Kekkei Genkai, no Sharingan, Shikotsumyaku, mokuton, hyoton, scorch release, blood release, or dust release. Sorry for forgetting.