Prologue, part 5

A long, black boot crushed down on the blonde-haired Jonin's head. Naruto was out of strength, but this did not mean he didn't struggle to fight it. The Kyuubi wouldn't even help him. It had betrayed him. No such valuable power came now. It was still constricted by the technique, "I gotta say, shit-head, I'm quite glad you used that freakin' technique!" a voice above Naruto's ear hissed, twisting his boot. Naruto winced. "You made my job a little easier," the same voice whispered before releasing the boot and bending down to grab the Jinchuriki by the collar.

There was no fighting. He did not attempt such. His once everlasting stamina had drained out of him. He couldn't even lift a hand in agony. He went numb. The figure lifted Naruto up above him by the collar of his jumpsuit. He lifted him high; almost as if he were flying. The figure's face was shadowed by a black hood over his head. A dark cloak covered his body. It had a sky-blue trim about it. Other than the black boots he wore, their weren't any other distinctive features that he could see. Naruto's vision was already clouding.

The rain poured harder than ever. This man's mysterious, twisted madness fueled it. It was like taking a shower. However, the rain felt like bullets to the Jinchuriki's skin. Who was this man? How did he know him? He sure didn't know. He had never seen this cloaked man before. The trees around him, attempted to cloak themselves in the rain, hoping that the man wouldn't see them. This, however, was unlikely to work. The figure saw them. He could see the bushes, the mud underneath his feet, the frightened trees. He saw the Kyuubi. He was far more aware than they thought comfortable.

"My god, you sure must've taken one hell of a beating to be such a sad state. It's pathetic! You disgrace the title of 'Jinchuriki'!" the man shouted, throwing Naruto aside like a rag doll. He wanted nothing of him. He spat on him in disgust. Nonetheless, he did not leave. In fact, he was intrigued. He splashed over next to the battered Jonin and kneeled down next to him on his left, "Ah, but you know, you did use five of those tails... didn't ya?" Naruto turned his head over to get a look at the figure. He still couldn't see his face. Still, how had this man know that he had activated five tails? "By the look on your pretty face," he continued sarcastically; mockingly, " I'd say you haven't a clue who I am." The man snickered and nearly ripped his hood off his from his head. That black hair. That pale face. His thin features... it couldn't have been. He was supposed to be dead!

The next thing Naruto knew, he was rammed up against a nearby tree; floating in the air and held by the collar of his jumpsuit. The black-cloaked man held a twisted smile on his face, "Rise and shine, sweetheart!" he hollered in his ear. "Bet ya didn't see this one comin', did ya? No, I don't think so!" The man bashed Naruto's spine against the tree. This man... it was him after all. A smug, but ecstatic look was plastered onto the crime lord's face. It was him.

"Hmm... does 'Kagayaku' ring any bells?" he asked mockingly, putting an index finger to his chin, "Oh, yeah, that's right! You freakin' killed me!" He held tight onto the orange collar of the jumpsuit and crashed him into the tree with incredible strength. Naruto was at a purgatorial state between consciousness and unconsciousness. He no longer knew what to believe. Kagayaku stepped over the shattered tree stump as the rest of the tree had tumbled down onto the forest floor.

"Well, guess what, pretty boy!? I would kill ya, but I'm not supposed to!" he shouted at the bewildered Jinchuriki, as if to wake him up, "I'm under orders to take you alive. But, you know," he began, kneeling down next to the Jinchuriki with a sinister smirk on his pale, cold expression, "that doesn't mean I can't have a lil' bit of fun, eh?"

Kagayaku took the Jinchuriki up by his hair and tossed him back onto the mudded path. He went down with a thud. The crime lord stalked over to him with a excited, cruel shadow over his face. This guy was completely insane. He stomped his boot down on Naruto's stomach once... twice... three times. Each time, Naruto coughed up more and more blood. This would be an awful death for the poor Jinchuriki. But, the crime boss had eventually stopped, but not before collecting rain water around his risen fist. It swirled around his arm ominously. Naruto, with his eyes barely slits, struggled to turn his head up at the malevolent man's face. He saw two, perhaps, three of him until finally, they clustered together. He saw the toothy smile and the great evil and revenge in his cold, disgusting eyes. They could have popped out his head, he was so happy. This was one sick man before him. Naruto could feel small tingling feeling in his finger; in his toes; even where the Kyuubi lay, but it wasn't nearly enough to save him. The Jinchuriki was going to be a dead man. he knew it. The trees knew it. The bushes knew it. The muddy path around him knew it. The rain even knew this. So did the Kyuubi.

The rain-water solidified, "Goodnight, Kyuubi no Yoko!" he laughed out loud before delivered the final, crushing blow. The water wisped down with a shriek. Was it crying? No, it was cheering. At last, this life of his would be over. Naruto would be freed from his eminent fate. A new fate had come.

That was it. All light was gone. Everything was black. A void collapsed upon Naruto's vision and he was no more...

Heheheh... You think this is over? You think I shall die away like the wind? Like everything else on this hellish planet? Let me tell you something, young kit... You shall not die in my presence... not yet