The first time he opened his eyes he knew there was something wrong--like a wave of guilt overwhelming his body wanting to drag him under the current to drown. He woke up somewhere he did not belong, somewhere he needed to escape from.
Apart from the sunlight blinding his eyes, the silence was too much. It hurt his ears. He really had slowly come to his senses. He began to recognize the smell of water mixed with dirt; and he began to feel the coldness of the breeze at dawn.
His vision remained useless for a while before it relearned to focus--he was at the very entrance of a cave, his back slack against the wall. He did not have any strength to move just yet, and then there's the pain, he hurt all freaking over.
My body is only starting to relearn how to move. Was this how it feels to die and come back again?
Yes, he was dead. That he knew. That he was certain. He was supposed to be dead. It was the wave of guilt of being alive again when he wasn't supposed to that was washing over him.
I certainly do not have any right to be here.
He mustered enough strength to bow his head slowly. He did not have any clothes on, great, and the seal was no longer there. It wasn't like he expected it to be there. Whoever, or whatever, brought him back did not intend to or was not successful in bringing the nine-tails back with him.
Kurama had always been a completely separate being from me after all.
He was completely alone.
A part of him wanted to move, and another part of him didn't want to. For what reasons he was brought back -- he had a feeling he wouldn't want to know. It wasn't for anything good. It wasn't going to turn out well. Everything was meant to go down from here.
He closed his eyes and waited. He was waiting for nothing, really. Or maybe he was waiting for anything--anything to make sense. It felt like eternity. Through his lids he knew darkness was starting to creep in. He never moved. He never felt hungry--why would he? He was dead. Dead, and yet he was breathing. Dead, and yet his body kept hurting. Dead, and yet his mind kept wandering, kept asking--
Why?
"Because you're the only one who can get rid of him,"
His eyes snapped open and he held his breath.
No chakra. I can't feel anyone. Who is there?
"Show yourself! Who are you?" Naruto yelled, his throat burning at the first words he spoke ever since he woke up.
His voice echoed and Naruto cringed at the sound of it. Worry was evident and he didn't even want to admit it. For someone to get away with this...
"It is such an honor to bring you back, Lord Seventh."
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Reanimation
FanfictionThe Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, died an honorable death protecting his family and friends. Two years later, he found himself reanimated and under someone else's control, alive with only one purpose - to face his old rival and bestfriend, as well...
