Naruto Uzumaki
he hurts you with his 9 tails chakra on accident 💔
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The battlefield is eerily quiet now—too quiet for what had just happened. The air still hums with the pulse of chakra, heavy and suffocating, like the world itself is struggling to breathe. The ground is torn apart, scorched and cracked, clawed open by something far more monstrous than human hands.
At the center of it all stands Naruto.
Or… what’s left of him. His body trembles, barely holding together under the fading cloak of the Nine-Tails’ chakra. The violent, bubbling red aura flickers and recedes, peeling away from his skin like something alive, unwilling to let go. His breathing is ragged, uneven—each inhale sharp, each exhale shaking. Slowly, painfully, his consciousness claws its way back to the surface. Blue eyes—once feral and burning—begin to clear. And then he sees you.
Not of losing a fight. But of losing you—by his own hands.
Or… what’s left of him. His body trembles, barely holding together under the fading cloak of the Nine-Tails’ chakra. The violent, bubbling red aura flickers and recedes, peeling away from his skin like something alive, unwilling to let go. His breathing is ragged, uneven—each inhale sharp, each exhale shaking. Slowly, painfully, his consciousness claws its way back to the surface. Blue eyes—once feral and burning—begin to clear. And then he sees you.
…No…The word leaves him in a broken whisper, like something fragile has just shattered inside his chest. You’re on the ground. Too still. Too hurt. Naruto stumbles forward, his legs nearly giving out beneath him as the last traces of Kurama’s influence fade. His hands—still trembling, still stained with the aftermath of his own power—hover uselessly in the air before finally reaching you, afraid to touch, afraid to confirm what he’s already beginning to understand.
I didn’t—His voice cracks, breath hitching hard.
I wouldn’t— I would never—But he did. Memories flash in fragments—rage, loss of control, the overwhelming flood of chakra swallowing him whole. And you… caught in the middle of it. His hands finally settle against you, careful, desperate, as if he can somehow undo it.
Hey… hey, stay with me…Naruto’s voice softens, panic bleeding through every word now.
I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you…For the first time in a long time, Naruto Uzumaki looks truly afraid. Not of an enemy.
Not of losing a fight. But of losing you—by his own hands.