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"Giant beast/ Dragon/ Godly Being Speech"

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'Thoughts/ inside the head'

Chapter: 1

Reincarnation into A New World

I sighed.

As I'm already tired. Tired of being hated, sneered, and spitted at. being their entire outcast and subject of their cruelty.

Tired already of just fighting.

Tired of just living on this cruel cold life.

I remembered and reflected upon on all of my life's misery. It all just did probably boiled down when I had lost, again. When I failed once again on doing something very important.

For aside from Gaara. I thought Sasuke Uchiha, was the first person that did understood me. I thought he was friend that had shared my own pain of being alone and an orphan in this world. A teammate that I thought I could depend on throughout our adventures of being a team. But boy was I wrong. He betrayed everything that I thought we had shared and left in a mad pursuit of nothing but power. In almost grand fashion by ripping a hole upon my chest, that had almost then killed me, unfortunately if it weren't for the bastard demon imprisoned inside of my gut.

And now as I look upon my entire memories without a shred of filter to delude myself in false realities. Maybe all I did was just convincing myself to see it in the way I saw fit to view it. To prevent myself from seeing the fucking truth.

That nobody did loved me. Nobody understood me. That nobody in the ultimate end of it all, cared for me…

Those were probably the reasons on why I couldn't take it anymore.

Heh, If I could see myself now, I'd probably say that I'm just a broken husk of myself. As truths does really hurts. No… it's probably more than that, and I realized that truth, kills.

Before I then gazed on atop the Fourth's head. Over the place that I had once mistakenly called home and all I could see was just Konoha.

The unjust Konoha, the hypocritical bigot of a village Konoha and the Konoha that was my prison. No, I was wrong, it wasn't just Konoha. This entire world, my entire life is a prison, my prison.

Because I'm just a jinchuriki, their weapon, tool and their machine, to use and discard.

Not a human who is supposed to have emotions that they should have for their village. But even though I did avoid that fate and I didn't turn out to be just a drone for that crippled old Warhawk of this village. I was still technically owned by Konoha…

If I were to escape this hell. They wouldn't just send out a platoon of genins. No, they'll send out hunter nins.

Specialized shinobis who were assigned to specially track down and kill rouge nins from the village. Shinobis who will kill, burn my body, decapitate my head and mount it on a spike without even a slight moral hesitation, for Konoha to see.

I'm sure if that were to happen, this village will sure hold a festival, to enjoy it. Though this time I bet they'll be overjoyed that nobody died at the hands of the Kyuubi this time. Just one dead thirteen years old kid.

But I couldn't care less anymore. For here I am standing upon my what could I call my most favourite spot in my entire miserable life. Ready to end it once and for all. While Ignoring the shouting voices who were calling out to my name to stop me from continuing on with my plan, since I was already on the edge now anyway.

And this time I'll make sure, I will die.

With the chakra suppression seals that I have stolen from the perverted bastard. That I have with me at right now and in my wrists. It'll supress that stubborn healing factor of the ninetails…

"Goodbye…" I muttered out only single word. Before I took my step towards my fall, freedom, and death.

As I felt the air rushing through my skin in my descent. I could only close my eyes in peace with the death that I had chosen.

But if I were going say something about this whole world and life? Well I can only say it all terribly sucked.

Before then fell I into the ground so hard that it had then wracked terrible indescribable throughout my body and created a very loud sound of painful crunching and thud.

Thud!

My body was entirely smashed due to the impact and with all the blood that had splattered gruesomely throughout the ground the only thing that could probably best describe it is that I'd probably looked like a squashed tomato…

I still had a little bit of consciousness when I had hit the ground…Until my consciousness within my head began to fade and everything went dark….

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The Arbiter.

The powerful ancient mysterious being who resides in the center of the shadowlands of the afterlife.

Born ever since the existence of life throughout the vast unending and untold universe. The one who judges all souls who pass on in the afterlife.

Was currently having a slight dilemma.

As the soul that she had received now was a unique one. She had already viewed and understood this soul who was laid downed bare before her.

And the only thing that she could feel to this poor soul was nothing but pity and compassion. For she knew that he didn't deserve it all that all had happened throughout his life.

While she could say that she did truly felt nothing but compassion towards the soul, due to his horrible unjust life.

The problem didn't lay there, however. It was the fact that she knew that there would no place in the afterlife on where he could belong in. And that of she also could feel that his purpose throughout the cosmos was still not done.

While she knew it was forbidden by the laws that she inlaid throughout the realms of the afterlife, to just revive someone to their own home world when they have already died, and that it was Impossible to just normally revive a soul in a world that was lacking the tear of reality in their reality. but she also knew that it was not possible and acceptable to keep this poor soul here stranded in the afterlife, especially if it had still fulfilled its purpose to the universe….

She couldn't decide on what to do.

The arbiter hadn't felt a conundrum like this ever since the continuous deaths of the wild gods of the planet of Azeroth…

Azeroth…

That's it! Azeroth might be just the perfect world to place this soul back into the world of the living, she thought.

If she could base it on the conditions of the planet. She knew that the world held the proper requirements to commence her decision. The fabrications of its reality are weak due to meddling works of the beings of the planet and it contained enough arcane influence, making it a one of the perfect place and world to send back this soul into the lands of the living.

Now she'll just have to start the reincarnation for him. As his body didn't exist on this world.

And the Arbiter just knows, who will be the perfect couple that'll become his new parents. Who'll give him the love and happiness that his previous life did not gave to him. All she'll just have to do now is probably just pull on some strings of influence with the Winter Queen….

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# That's the enc for this chapter. I've decided to just leave these chapters to be short to make it only light and for me to focus more on the other stories that I have.