Dying was painful. I don't know why I was surprised - no; that's a lie. I know why. I'd always imagined my death as being peaceful, though I didn't think that I'd die an old man, surrounded by loved ones. I'm not that stupid.
I thought that, maybe, there would be this moment of peace; serenity as I looked at this world for the last time.
I hate it when I'm wrong.
Dying hurt like a bitch. Kyuubi, realising that his life was about to come to an abrupt and permanent end, raged and pumped all his chakra through my chakra coils.
That was fucking painful.
I don't know what he was trying to do. He was probably making a last bid for freedom – I wouldn't be surprised if the bastard feared the reaper or whoever the hell comes for psychotic demons; he was meant to be immortal so I guess the thought of death wasn't exactly pleasant. Ha.
Or maybe he was trying to heal me? Well, he obviously didn't think that one out. His chakra burned me from the inside out: My organs and muscle tissue were roasted. My blood boiled until it burst from my veins and poured from me like water out of a sieve. My skin blackened and my tendons melted as easily as wax – they dribbled through the gaps in my flesh like wax too. All the hair on my body was instantaneously set alight and burned to a crisp. I don't know what happened to my eyes -maybe they melted too. I'd ask, but talking about my death upsets them.
Have I told you yet how painful this was? Yes? Well that was an understatement.
It only lasted about six seconds; the worst seconds of my life.
I had no peaceful moment; no sweet interlude between life and death in which my life would flash before my eyes so I'd depart this world filled with pleasant memories and no regrets.
Death was quick and unmerciful and fucking hurt.
But it was worth it, in the end.
How else would I be here, my father and mother beside me?
Funny how things work out sometimes.