The bedsheet beneath his back was still damp from the most recent round of fucking. At least she'd given him the courtesy of getting him off a couple of times before she'd pulled out a knife to repeatedly poke holes in him. He should have known better, but, who can resist a dangerous woman with a body made for sin. Not him, that for damn sure. It wasn't even the first time his cock had led him astray and gotten him into serious problems. He really should stop listening to its every whim.

However, he knew it would happen eventually, just not quite like this. He'd killed, insulted, cheated and fucked way too many people over for him to not end up on the other end of the equation. So, here he was, choking on his own blood as his body shut down from the blood loss caused by the multiple stab wounds he'd taken to the liver and right lung.

Even if he could call for help, which he couldn't as she'd taken his phone and he'd been dumb enough to bring her to his secluded villa with no one within a mile radius, he knew that even the best surgeon couldn't do a thing to save him at this point. There was simply no coming back from organs shredded to mincemeat, quite unfortunate for all the beautiful women who didn't get to enjoy the pleasure he could bring them.

Closing his eyes he could feel the void of nothing closing in upon him. With a tranquil gaze, he was about to surrender to his death when he heard a rustle from someone sitting down in his favourite leather chair. Despite dying, he still thought it rude for whoever it was to sit in his chair without permission and was just about to deliver an old-fashioned scolding when the person spoke a deep rumbling voice.

"You've seen better days, Eric!"

Eric tried to lift his head to see if he could recognize the man speaking, but he was all out of energy and had to give up. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he asked.

"Do I know you?" barely even able to speak at this point.

"No, hardly anyone knows me anymore. It's a shame, really," said the voice sounding disappointed, "however, I, on the other hand, do know you..."

"Okay, mystery-man," Eric responded in mild annoyance, "can we fast forward, please, as I'm in the middle of dying here," he spat out another mouthful of blood while trying to stem the flow of blood with his hands.

"I do believe we have a couple of minutes left," pausing for a second he continued, "three minutes to be exact."

"Sound about right," Eric confirmed in half amusement, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm Chaos, the dark void of space, the first of the primordial deities and I'm here to strike a bargain," Chaos presented himself.

Not knowing how to answer he just kept quiet. Hearing a rustle from the leather chair Eric knew Chaos coming over to his dying self. What ended up standing beside his bed was nothing but a mass of shadow shaped in the form of a man, the only noticeable feature was his glowing golden eyes.

Not waiting for any of Eric's questions Chaos continued unhindered, "It's rather simple, really. I want to send you to another world where you'll be my instigator of mayhem. The only real criteria are to make trouble, and create disturbance and disorder in the known timeline, which is why I'll let you choose?"

Eric, baffled by this revelation tested, "is possible to pick the world of Naruto?"

"Yes, that is possible. Furthermore, I can also grant you the choice of picking the time or place of your reincarnation." Chaos answered hurried.

Silence.

"I'm sorry to say we're running a bit low on time and I need to hear your answer, Eric?"

"I'm thinking..." Eric responded feeling drowsy.

"Correction, what you're doing is called dying!"

"Touché, mate. You got me there," Eric smiled despite his present situation.

He'd been an avid reader of both Naruto and One Piece so he was caught a little off. All the possibilities available seemed overwhelming at the moment. Dizziness was beginning to set in, and it made it difficult to concentrate on the issue at hand.

"If I'm to be your instigator and create disturbance in the timeline, don't I need some sort of ability?"

"You do, however, I've already chosen that for you. Trust me you won't be disappointed with it."

"Well, I guess that is the end of that discussion," a little sad he didn't get to choose it himself.

Thinking about the timeline in Naruto, he wondered whether he should choose the same period where most of the main cast was born or choose another point in time. Reincarnating this late would also mean he'd be hardpressed to advance his strength quickly in order to have the power to affect anything. On the other hand, if he were to reincarnated earlier then he would have many more opportunities.

"Concerning the time and place, I suppose a couple of years before The Second Shinobi War in Konohagakure. That's the most convenient way to disturb the timeline, whatever that truly means..."

"It means entertainment, Eric. I'm bored you see. I want you to make an epic show for me and when you're done, perhaps I'll let you do it in another world of your choice yet again."

Eric could do that. He could definitely do that. It was practically his speciality. This was without a doubt an assignment right up his alley.

"I hope you don't mind adult content," he laughed coughing up blood in the process.

While almost radiating a golden light from his eyes, he said, "Why did you think I came to you in the first place."

"Chaos, I do believe we have an agreement then. Now, get me the fuck away from here. I don't like what dying feels like, it leaves a bad taste in your mouth."

"Aye, that we do. Just a heads up. This will be the last time we meet until you find yourself in a situation similar to this one, so do try to avoid a similar occurrence in the future."

"Trust me when I say this; I've learned my lesson. From now on always make sure any knives are well out of reach before any fucking them," Eric promised.

"We all learn from our mistakes," he chuckled and held out his hand for Eric to take.

Letting go of his stab wounds he lifted right-hand to grab hold of Chaos' and as he did they both disappeared.