Jaegar

000

Believing himself forsaken by the Sandaime after a training accident with Jiraiya where he fails to summon Gamabunta in time, Naruto strikes out alone in search of a new life, but finds that plans go awry, his and others, and now Naruto is lost in another world entirely. "What do you mean 'There's no such thing as FIRE COUNTRY'?!"

Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate crossover.

Naruto/OC
(Potentially Slash, potentially Het. I have yet to make my mind up on whether or not this OC is male or female)

Features:
Streetwise!Survivor!Common-sense!Disillusioned!Stubborn!Naruto,
OCs, AU from Chuunin exam Break onward, slight Konoha!Bashing (Unintentional, but it may come across this way, hence the warning), Monster Hunter!Master Race (lol), Chakra!dues ex machina.

I do not own Naruto, nor do I own Harry Potter. Please do not redistribute my work without permission.

000

CHAPTER ONE

It should have been raining, he hazily decided.

Shadows stretched, and circled. And he just breathed. Eyes focusing on the muddy silt covered rock beneath him.

There were no plants down here, there wasn't enough sunlight for them. It was too damp for anything but mud, and bugs. Distantly, he felt a light wind rake through his bloodied hair and sweep up his back. Had he the strength, he would have shivered with the chill of it. It carried the promise of rain from the smell of it, but the only rain right now was water dripping down from the fangs of rock that jutted out overhead, dribbling down to splatter on him like some asshole Kami taking a piss.

It would have matched his feelings if it really were raining as he lay at the bottom of that ravine, waiting for help he was beginning to think would never come. It also would have drowned him but, at this point in his hazy pain filled consciousness, he hadn't thought of that. It had been an hour, and he was still waiting for help.

Help that, later, after four hours of lying there, trying to breathe past the blood congealing in his lungs, he knew wasn't coming. He couldn't move however hard he tried, no matter how much he willed himself to move, not even a finger would twitch to his will. And all he felt was pain.

Uzumaki Naruto lay at the bottom of Kiba Gorge, watching his own blood steadily dry on the uncomfortable rocks he lay crumpled upon, like a discarded rag doll. His body was broken, his blood leaked like a faucet, he couldn't see properly, and all that filled his ears was the steady throb of his own heartbeat. And he watched the shadows move. Like all ninja, he learned to tell the time by the passing of the shadows, it was how he knew he had been bleeding out for four hours at the bottom of the ravine, it was how he knew that no one was coming for him.

Jiraiya had pushed him.

Naruto blinked slowly, his eyes aching and stinging, not from tears, but from blood. He could do little else. His body had stopped listening to him, he couldn't even feel the pain anymore. He knew that was a bad sign. But... Did he really care anymore?

Lying there, he started thinking. Usually, he didn't like to, because inevitably, he would begin to dwell on all the cruelties that the people of Konoha had heaped onto him when he could actually focus on one subject, and he didn't like doing that because they were just frightened, and didn't understand. It wasn't as if Fuuinjutsu theory was covered in the Academy, so no one would have even the faintest idea about a Jinchuuriki Seal unless they were a Jounin, or a dedicated Fuuinjutsu specialist at Chuunin. Civilians had no way of knowing, or understanding. He couldn't blame them for being ignorant, or scared. So Naruto didn't dwell on that sort of thing, he didn't dwell on his own thoughts because they had a bad habit of cycling back to darker areas. Thinking was dangerous. For other people's wellbeing.

But with nothing else to do... too broken to move, in too much pain to sleep, there was nothing he could do but stew in his thoughts, and his feelings. And his realisations. Pain keeping him focused in ways he wished it hadn't.

Jiraiya was a Sannin. He was one of the three, and what's more, he was the last loyal Sannin. When that Snake-freak attacked them in the forest, he'd asked Sakura-chan about him, she hadn't known much, but she knew enough, enough for him to figure the rest out himself. The Snake-freak went rogue and ditched the Village after conducting horrible experiments on Civilians. The girl of their team suffered a break down after witnessing her boyfriend and her little brother die, she became scared of blood and had to retire as a Ninja. She left the village too. And then there was the Pervert Sage, who stayed. Listening to the Jounin lounge gossip filled in the rest of the blanks. Naruto knew that the old pervert was an incredibly super-strong Jounin, on par with a Kage, who taught the Yondaime, and still carried out active missions on behalf of Jiji. His rank was so high, and he was so well respected, that no one save the Hokage could give him orders. Not even the Council.

But that was the rub.

Jiraiya was just that good. So... Why had he thrown him off that cliff while he was Chakra Exhausted? He knew Naruto wouldn't be able to save himself like that.

Why hadn't he saved him when it became only too obvious that Naruto couldn't call up Kyuubi's Chakra to do it himself? If he taught the Yondaime, he had to have been just as fast as him and managed to catch him at least before he hit the bottom. Heck, he could have even summoned a Toad right beneath Naruto before he hit the ground.

Why hadn't anyone come to check on him yet?

It was obvious though. Naruto could lie to himself as much as he liked about how everyone must have been busy what with the Chuunin Exams, all the foreign dignitaries, foreign Shinobi, the Orochimaru problem, Sasuke, Gaara, even Hinata-chan being in the hospital. But right now, right now he couldn't because he was the fucking Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi Kitsune! He wasn't just being arrogant when he said he was a fucking important member of the hierarchy.

He was a living weapon, for Kami-sama's sake!

It was on purpose.

Jiraiya had thrown him down there on purpose. For no other reason than to kill him.

He wasn't strong like Sasuke, smart like Sakura, he didn't have as much determination as Fuzzy-Brows, he didn't have an awesome Kekkei Genkai like Hinata-chan and her asshole cousin, Neji. He couldn't even use his Bijuu's powers like Gaara could.

Maybe that was what started it?

Jiji saw how Suna's Jinchuuriki was powerful, and able to use the power of his demon, and decided that Naruto just wasn't good enough. Jiraiya had done something to his Seal back when they were in the bath-house. Maybe it was to lock the Kyuubi into him when he died so they could come and take it out of him later, or destroy it completely? Jiji was a good person, he wouldn't approve of making another Jinchuuriki. Not when they were likely to end up like Gaara. Which... Naruto would be lying if he said that he didn't know what the other boy was thinking, or feeling, because Naruto had thought it, thought about doing those things. About not caring any more, and just hurting them as much as they'd hurt him. Of making them pay attention by ripping their eyes out and forcing them to look. Scaring away those cold, hateful eyes.

Jiji must have known. That must've been why Jiraiya attempted to kill him.

He took him far from the village, in a place where his body wouldn't be found, a place where, if whatever he did to the seal didn't work, Kyuubi couldn't hurt anyone. And he made damn sure that Naruto wouldn't survive. He had been battling Chakra Exhaustion for three weeks now, like he said he wanted.

And if he had managed to drag up Kyuubi's Chakra... that was also a win because it meant Konoha had a working Jinchuuriki. Jiraiya had been talking a lot about its Chakra and how he should use it but... to Naruto, who had seen what happened to Sasuke when he got too dependent on his Super-Eyes only to have them taken away, he didn't think it was all that smart to steal Chakra from the Demon. After all, it wasn't his Chakra to start with. And just looking at the bruises that Neji caused Hinata-chan, and thinking back to the lessons they had on Chakra, didn't forcing someone else's Chakra into a different Chakra system cause horrible burns and stress on the circulatory system?

He sighed softly through his nose and blinked slowly. He had tried, and while he couldn't remember clearly, he was pretty sure he succeeded but... flashes of red, smoke, an orange mask and a ripple of black and red.

He came to at the bottom of the cliff, without sight or sound of the Toad Sannin near-by.

Six hours.

Six hours of nothing. But... he no longer felt numb.

Shifting, his body ached so bad it may as well have been all one giant bruise as he managed to gather his limbs and move to a slightly more comfortable position as he was in no way capable of lifting his own body weight right now.

The wind moaned through the jagged teeth of the gorge overhead and Naruto flinched a little as he felt the water that stubbornly clung to the teeth dribble down and over his head, managing to land in his ear as well. As if his day couldn't get any worse.

Maybe he should just stay here... die like Jiji clearly wanted.

He was a danger to Konoha. Just seeing how Gaara behaved, no one could deny that Naruto could be just as bad, if not worse – after all, wasn't Kyuubi the most powerful? He didn't know what Gaara's was but it had to have been pretty strong, otherwise Suna wouldn't have let him stomp all over them.

It wouldn't be so bad... to die... would it?

He would get to meet his parents for the first time.

And he wouldn't have to put up with those cold, angry eyes anymore.

Everyone would be better off if he weren't there.

They'd definitely be happier.

He blinked slowly, feeling tears sting painfully at the corner of his eyes. He had to admit, he was scared of dying. He didn't want to end up a ghost, or go to hell, or get eaten by Kyuubi. He was a demon, right? Demons did that, they ate your soul if you let them corrupt you. He didn't want that. He wanted to pass on, maybe be reincarnated. Hopefully as a cat, or a dog, or even a bird. He would like that, being a bird. Being free like that.

Of course he would miss Sakura-chan, Sasuke, Kakashi-sensei, Iruka-sensei, Konohamaru, Teuchi-san, Ayame-nee... He'd even miss Shikamaru, Chouji, and Dog Breath. He'd miss Jiji too, even if the feeling wasn't returned.

Chirping filled his ears.

Naruto cracked open eyes he didn't realise he'd closed, and lifted his head.

Opposite, chirping agitatedly, was a single, bright yellow canary. So ridiculously out of place in the grotty darkness of the gorge they lay in, Naruto had to blink twice before he realised it was real. It regarded him with a beady black eye, chirping and chittering anxiously, one wing held awkwardly as it hopped along. It hopped toward him and then back, and then forward again. The little guy seemed unsure of what to do with him.

It was a little funny, Naruto decided, cracking a small smile.

They had the same coloured hair.

And they were just as broken as each other, he noticed, watching as the little guy tried to take flight, only to flutter half a foot and crash. It looked like it had been doing this a while. That wing was definitely broken, and the little guy was damp, and muddy. Previously bright yellow feathers now about the same colour as his hair likely was.

Naruto watched as it tried to take flight again. And again. And again. And again.

He felt his stomach twist in on itself at the familiarity of the scene in front of him, at the way the little bird chirped, almost angrily, as it tried to take flight again.

I never give up, and I never run away! That's my Nindo!

000

Walking hurt, but it was getting easier.

The bottom of Kiba Gorge was surprisingly dark, the distant sound of dripping water catching his ears in an unwelcome way in the quiet stretches. Not that he had many of them with his little saviour chirping away in his jacket collar.

Dusk was steadily dying the sky orange as he staggered and limped toward what he hoped was the east opening of the gorge where it was less of a steep climb to get out compared to the other side. He wanted to get under some tree cover soon, there were some rather ominous clouds on the horizon that looked like they would bring a pretty nasty rain-storm. With his body in this kind of shape, he didn't want to test whether or not he could get pneumonia.

Kiba Gorge was about as old as Konoha, maybe a little more so, it was made during one of the many famous duels between Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, the two of them quite literally tearing the earth apart as they fought. It was a man-made gorge that he heard was sometimes used for Chuunin examinees. But right now, it was abandoned. And considerably larger than the maps he hazily recalled from the Academy. It was weird, for a former Chuunin-Exam testing area, he expected more left over Kunai and Shuriken, the training grounds were full of them – it was where he got most of his own equipment as he could never buy anything good quality from the stores. There were clumps of mushrooms here and there, a few spider-webs gleaming with dew drops decorating them like diamonds, but other than that, it was nothing short of a desolate chasm without so much as a detectable path across the silt and mud smothered rock.

It had been almost eight hours since he hit the unforgiving ground when he finally managed to drag himself up, and over the lip of the gorge. By then, the sun was a distant gleam on the horizon, and the dark storm clouds were rapidly swallowing up what little light it offered. Naruto staggered into the treeline, feeling the sudden chill to the air that heralded the onset of rain.

He managed to make it to a relatively thick set of trees before the heavens opened. In no condition to climb, he wearily went about stripping his jacket, making sure his fussy little saviour was bundled up safely inside, as he went about using what little survival knowledge he remembered from the Academy to put together the best thicket he could. With his jacket tucked away in the roots of one of the trees where it would stay dry, he didn't worry so much about his t-shirt getting soaked as he pushed and manipulated brambles and bushes to lay the way he wanted. It was long, and hard work with his body so battered and sore. But he knew... once he stopped to rest, he would sleep for a long time. Two, maybe three days. He had a lot of Chakra, and it replenished fast, but it meant that when he crashed – he crashed longer than most people, before he got to a functioning level of Chakra.

Once he'd gotten things the way he wanted – even managing to find some huge oddly unknown leaves to act as a kind of mattress so he couldn't wake up to insects in his nose or ears – he stripped out of his T-shirt and pulled on his jacket, thankfully still dry, and crawled into his thicket shelter. He hoped none of these plants would give him skin irritation, he didn't recognise half of them but they didn't have a waxy texture, or the same kinds of barbs he was familiar with on nettles.

There was barely enough space for him to lie down propped up on his elbows, but he made do with what little space, and light, that he had.

His little saviour was still chirping away, but much happier than Naruto had seen him yet. The little guy was tiny, easily fitting into the palm of his hand. Little black eyes watched him as the bird tilted its head from side to side, chirping contentedly as it fluffed itself up and shook, flicking little grains of dirt and mud away. He was bright yellow, almost all over, but with a warmer almost golden shaded face. He had a white beak and a pair of long legs the same colour. He was decidedly different from the common Fire Country variety of canary that had much thicker beaks for cracking nuts and seeds. Maybe he was from River? Or Grass? He didn't know if canaries were migratory, but he knew some birds flew to other places, warmer ones, for winter.

"Lets fix that wing," he rasped out loud. The little guy tilted his head and Naruto fought to remember everything he knew about field medicine that Iruka-sensei had beaten into him. First, when it came to broken limbs, you had to reset the bone. Then, you needed to splint it, tying the splint in place so the broken bone couldn't move or slide about, and the splint didn't fall off. Then you had to keep them off the broken limb as much as possible. Get them to a Medic Nin as fast as possible. Well, he was down a medic nin, and he didn't have any supplies. But he supposed that he could make stuff good enough for a canary.

So he did.

While the little guy made himself comfortable on a section of moss visible inside a tear in the leaf he was using as a bed, Naruto went about stripping a pair of twigs of their bark so he could use them as splints.

He didn't know why he was making so much effort for a little bird when he himself was so broken and battered, but... maybe it was because he saw himself in the little guy. Still trying hard to fly, even with a broken wing. Maybe that was him. Still living, even with a broken body, and a broken heart.

He paused, taking a deep breath, feeling a tacky sensation in the back of his throat as his lungs rattled painfully. But he didn't cough. He held it. Waiting until the stinging in his eyes went away. He couldn't cry now. He had perhaps half an hour of rapidly dwindling light before he would be plunged into a dark that even he couldn't see through. He wanted to get his little saviour seen to before them.

So he worked quickly. Teasing a few threads from his worn jacket so he could bind the splints, and using strips torn from his T-shirt to act as a bandage, he reached out and caught his little saviour. The bird was calm, if not curious in his hands as he gently pulled him closer.

"Sorry about this, it'll hurt, but I promise it's to make you feel better. Don't hate me, please," the Jinchuuriki pleaded before stretching out the broken wing.

Almost immediately, his little saviour burst out into a storm of painfilled and angry chittering and shrieking, biting and clawing at Naruto's hand as he held him firmly and reset the tiny delicate bones. Not once did the little fellow manage to draw blood, a Ninja's hands were often tougher than old leather from all the training callouses. But Naruto worked as quickly as possible, because he didn't like causing anyone pain, and the little guy didn't even understand why Naruto was hurting him.

Splints in place, tying them down and bandaging the whole thing up was easier said than done with only one hand, but Naruto managed it. The light was almost completely gone (And Naruto had damn good eyes, unnaturally good. He could see in very low light almost plain as day. It was approaching too dark for even him to see), and he was exhausted. His little saviour had stopped trying to rip his thumbnail off and was now just chirping unhappily at him as he set him back down on the patch of moss he'd claimed for himself.

Beady black eyes seemed to glare at him as the canary fluffed itself up as threateningly as possible and actually turned its back on him, flicking his tail once or twice before settling down, managing to startle a laugh out of the blond causing him to cough and his lungs to rattle again.

He took a deep breath and held it, fighting down the reflexive retching as his lungs tried to expel the congealed blood in them. He couldn't, not yet. Still too injured. If he tried to cough that up right now, he would just tear something and cause more bleeding. Not yet.

He sighed, listening to the patter of rain on the leaves over his head, smelling damp earth, plants, and night-rain. Some of his favourite smells. And even though it was cold, he didn't find it difficult dropping off to sleep. It claimed him easily.

As if it had been waiting.

000

Why would he be dreaming this, Naruto wondered as he climbed to his feet, looking around absent-mindedly. He had never seen a sewer that looked like this. The ones in Konoha were all circular, big-ass pipes. But no where near this kind of height. They were barely big enough for a Genin to stand in and they had so many of those funky swirls in there that he thought he'd stumbled onto some weird art thing when he found himself in there. Jiji later explained that they were there for security, and vermin control – that was why Naruto hadn't seen any rats down there. Those weird swirls killed and ate them.

The walls were a faded pastel yellow colour, skirting boards that stood three or four inches above the water that seeped into his sandals were a vivid electric blue. Above him were pipes, some thick, some thin, some battered and semi-repaired, some shiny and new looking. The walls were a little cracked in places, with plaster and paint blotchy and peeling. Square cut doors lead away from the main corridor he stood in, there were no doors. Just yawning chasms where they should have been, holding nothing but darkness.

In all, a place he had never been. And he kind of wondered why he would be dreaming of it – until he heard something that sounded distinctly like breathing.

Curious and wary, he stepped forward, moving down the doorway that the sound was coming from. The lighting changed, almost dimming before it turned to a kind of muted green and reflected red. He stared up, and up, and up. Bars, thick, set fairly close together, ornate and an odd steel that looked almost green. Those were some huge doors, he decided. Wait... what was... He squinted and peered up, that looked like a piece of paper.

'Seal'

What did that me-

A puff of hot air reminded him of why he was there as a large baleful crimson eye glared at him from a red face. It was framed in black, black that stretched up its eyebrow ridge and flicked further into an ear. It looked almost artistic, he decided, staring at the eye, squinting slightly at the hot sulphuric breath that plucked at his clothing, and misted on his face. Though idly he wondered how it could do such in a dream.

"KID... COME CLOSER..." a growling baritone coaxed. Warily, Naruto stepped forward, knees tensed, ready to spring back almost immediately. Which he did as a set of wickedly huge ivory claws clashed against the bars, not close enough to hit him, but certainly close enough for him to feel the wind of their approach. He swallowed as a deep lusty sigh filled his ears. "I WANTED TO EAT YOU... AH, THIS DAMN SEAL..." the voice continued and for a moment, Naruto was confused. Until he looked up at the slip of paper again.

This was the Kyuubi.

And like the proverbial light-bulb that went off as he realised, the light in the room grew stronger, and he finally saw the Demon in its entirety. Vivid flaming red and orange, he was massive, easily dwarfing the Hokage Monument, curled up, lying down with his head resting on his paws, half in the filthy water around them. Crimson eyes watched him with something he could quite identify. But... it wasn't the cold hatred he saw in the village's gaze.

He stared, all those things he wanted to say died on his tongue.

The fox was huge.

And he looked...

Naruto tilted his head, filled with an odd emotion he couldn't quite identify as he stared up at the beast. A creature so powerful... trapped. Forced into a box not even a tenth of its size, ripped from his own body, forced to sit in dank darkness for over a decade. And... Naruto realised. This was not an animal. He could speak. That meant he could think. He had just tried to trick Naruto into getting within striking range, which meant he was intelligent and even so... he... didn't seem to hate him.

He'd heard some stuff from Jiji after the Mizuki thing. If someone tore open the seal, and took Kyuubi out of him, he would die. There was a very, very thin chance, that might not happen. But it was only something like three-percent, and only if he had a unique Chakra nature. So that meant... his life was tied to this creature. And vice versa.

What was a Jinchuuriki? A human Sacrifice, a prison for a demon, a hilt for a weapon...

A slaver?

The Demon tilted his head, watching his host as the boy stared up at him, blue eyes dark with thought. In truth, he had expected the moronic mud-monkey to start shouting at him, start blaming him. His mother had been bitter, but resigned about their union. Her predecessor, had been elegant and strong. He could not say either of them had been cruel to him. Kushina had merely wished for his silence, she had not wanted him to interfere with her life. Mito... Mito had been gentler. She wished him tranquillity. Peace. Contentment. She tried to pass those feelings on to him. She would meditate and visit him, try to extend a hand of friendship... but he had been bitter. Angry. Insulted and indignant over his current state. He was the most powerful of the Nine! The Eldest Brother! He could not be confined in such a degrading manner!

But Mito had been a force of nature all her own, and bound him within her with only her soul and her will to restrain him. If he could have ever loved a human woman... she probably would have been it. Had they been able to spend more time together. Had his temper cooled and his arrogance diminished in time. But it hadn't. So now, all he could do was remember his first host as fondly as he could.

So when the Third appeared before him, he had been expecting someone worse than Kushina had been. He had felt the draw on his power more than once in the last decade and come to the assumption that, as usual, those connected with a Demon were reviled and harmed. He had been expecting greed, demands, outright dismissal, maybe even pain.

He hadn't been expecting the twelve year old to step forward and willingly through the bars of his cage, completely fearless as he climbed onto the kitsune's fur and found a place between his shoulder and his chest, burrowing himself down, gripping his fur. Of all the things Kurama had been expecting...

A hug was not one of them.

"M'sorry," came the mumbled lament, making the demon pause in his reflexive action to get up and shake the boy away. Not even Mito had apologised to him. "It looks like it's just you an' me now," he continued, "There isn't anyone else who'd stand by us. We're alone now." What was he talking about? Had those stupid mud-monkeys managed to lose him to a different country? "What's your name?" the boy asked quietly, stroking the demon's fur with comically tiny hands. "I'm Naruto. I know we've never talked before, but I only found out you were in here recently. I suppose I should have known long before. You've always been here... You healed me up when I got hurt, and helped me protect my friends when I couldn't on my own... Thank you, for that."

Kurama stayed silent as the boy spoke, utterly bewildered and unwilling to act without an idea of what to expect. Such a curious Host.

But... he supposed being so young... Though Kushina had been just as young when he had been implanted into her, but... he listened to the boy as he chattered away, nuzzling himself into his fur. He wanted to know what had happened, he half wanted to lash out at the kid, snap and snarl at him, but something held him back. Whether it was the apology the boy started with, the memory of Mito so fearlessly approaching him, or if it was the simple chatter of a lonely child trying to reach out, he stayed quiet as the boy talked himself out.

The two stayed in silence for a while, "You never lied to me," the boy finally said. "You and me... we're stuck together until the end. I guess that makes you family," the child decided thoughtfully before sliding down off the demon's shoulder, landing with a splash. "I always wanted a big brother... You don't mind, do you?" he asked, turning and looking up at the demon.

It would have been so easy to squash the child then and there. Lift a paw, bring it down. Snap his jaws and crunch. Swing a tail down. Hell, even roll over. But he didn't.

"NO. I DON'T," he allowed. Because no one had shown him such trust since Mito. No one had thought so highly of him, ever. Not since Otousan. No one had looked at him, not the Kyuubi, not one part of a whole, not a Demon that needed to be controlled or contained. Someone who looked at Kurama. The oldest of the nine. The big brother. No one saw him. And he would have been lying if he said he didn't miss the others. If he said he didn't miss Otousan.

The smile he received in return made him growl softly and turn away, feeling uncomfortable. This was all wrong. This wasn't how his first meeting with his Host was to go. They were supposed to snap and snarl and hate one another. The boy was supposed to make demands, he was supposed to taunt and snark at him, maybe flood him with such potent youki that it messed with his mind and burned his body.

The boy wasn't supposed to look at him with such old eyes. He wasn't supposed to look at him. And he wasn't supposed to listen as the boy pointed out that the only thing he had in the whole world was him, and vice versa. That they would be together until death did they part. That Kurama was the only solid constant in the child's life, the one thing he could depend on. The one that had protected him to that very day without fail. And it made something uncomfortable turn over in the kitsune's stomach to be thanked so wholly for something he had done for purely selfish reasons.

The boy wasn't supposed to smile like Mito.

000

And ta'dah!

What is everyone thinking? Hehehe, I'm really enjoying this story. In case you couldn't tell.

Now, I know there's going to be people hanging on the review system saying: BUT SARUTOBI WOULD NEVER DO THAT!

You're right, he wouldn't. Naruto is just being dramatic, and fatalistic, and leaping fullspeed in the wrong direction because that's what people do when they're hurt, confused, and left to stew in their thoughts. We know Naruto doesn't think often, well, this is why in my opinion. It's a conscious decision on his part because he has very depressing, or violent thoughts. Sarutobi would never order Naruto's execution unless he had gone as out of control as Gaara, and even then it would be as an absolute last resort. But Naruto doesn't know that. All he knows is his point of view, where a high ranking Jounin has Chakra exhausted him, taken him to a secluded location after messing with Kyuubi's seal, and thrown him off a cliff.

As for Kurama, I'm not going to make him the friendly voice in Naruto's head. He's just confused right now, wondering what the fuck is going on and not willing to do something stupid to Naruto quite yet.