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- | Afterlife

Warnings: angst, description of gore, talks about death, character death.

Song recommendations: Her & the Sea - The Clann

Word count: 1,945

Characters: Kaliyah Sen-Ryokō, Ginjiro, mentioned/implied Tobirama?

"What happens after we die?"

The question made the silver beast stirr from his half-sleep, his large emerald eyes opening to stare at the back of his master. She sat closer to the edge of the great mountain cliff, a giant towering over all others. The sun was still high in the heavens and the wind was ever present, eternal on the mountain peaks. Leaves rustled in it, brushing against each other and creating a symphony of nature along with the little songbirds who sat scattered across the treetops. Waves crashed against the nearby shore below, the sight going on for miles and miles with nothing but vastness of blue. Specs of white dotted the sky, fluffy and shifting with the currents of wind.

"What brings this question forth all of a sudden?" Ginjiro asked in turn, silence following his question for a moment before pushing his head and body forward in the slightest, dragging across the lush grass until his head sat beside her. Kaliyah sat quiet, watching the sea move, waves lapping at the shore. Her lips moved into a thin line, her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed. Ginjiro's eye went over her features, and she seemed to shrink under his gaze. Her eyes were glossy and watery all of a sudden but her expression remained cold and unmoving.

"I don't know.. it just appeared in my mind. Along with that "prophecy" of the Old Nan." she finally answered, her voice as stable as it could be although it wouldn't take Ginjiro a moment longer to understand that this was bothering her for a long time, much longer than what she was letting on now. Deep within his chest he could feel the phantom sting of pain, anxiety in gut and lungs that she was feeling.

"Prophecy?" He opted to ask; he didn't remember her mentioning any prophecies of her.

" I never mentioned it to you.. She said... 'Water will destroy you' " said Kaliyah after a long moment of silence. Her eyes still remained on the far horizon, knowing if she even dared to look at Ginjiro that the feeling in her chest would seize her whole.

"I know I shouldn't believe in it, Old Nan gave many so-called prophecies and none of them ever came true but this… this one is harder not to believe." She continued, chest heaving in silent and forceful breaths. Lifting her head up she hoped for the fresh air to soothe her nerves.

Ginjiro retorted to look forward towards the sea too, removing the tension of his gaze.

"You were always an amazing swimmer, you're like a fish, I'm not sure how that prophecy would ever apply to you" said the beast calmly, his great and slim whiskers moving as he spoke, flowing. She has always seemed to love the water, to swim and dive and retreat many shells and pretty rocks. His hiding cave was filled with them, all of various sizes and colors. At his words Kaliyah shook her head, shamefully.

"And all I can think of is how many times the water almost took me; and I may be a good swimmer but unlike fish I can not breathe under water. The waves are always too strong, the currents too quick and the many times they almost took me for themselves I…" she trailed off. More and more of her fears started to surface.

The beast beside her opened its mouth to speak, only to be cut short by the girl again- "It's not death itself that frightens me."

That went back to her question, he noted.

"I am not scared of the pain either, the pain is the least of my worries, Ginjiro. What scares me is what comes after that. Is it darkness that awaits me? An eternal hell of raging oceans that keep drowning me? Which I can't escape from. Will I ever see the ones I love again? Or will I just... disappear?" It was getting harder to breathe, yet she forced herself not to shed any tears. Her chest began to quickly rise and fall with labored breaths, her hands tightening their hold around her legs, knuckles turning white and trembling. The view of the sea was no longer clear but blurry instead, dancing with her unshed tears that kept building up.

"You… are too good to keep suffering in death, my little one." Ginjiro said reluctantly, for even he wouldn't be able to answer such questions, nothing was certain about that inevitable fate.

"I hear many talk about the Pure Lands. And there, there is no suffering, no raging fires or oceans and certainly no darkness." He kept going only to see Kaliyah crumble furthermore. The sight immediately silenced him,more concern sprouting within him; he had never before seen her like this. Not even when she came desperate for his aid.

Big tears ran down her cheeks as she finally succumbed to the feelings that were eating her inside out like a beast. Her legs went to tuck themselves beneath her as she bent forward until her forehead touched the ground, her hands covering her face as she wept. Blades of grass poked at her neck and arms. Ginjiro was swift to lift himself from the ground, pained expression painting his draconic features. He grumbled quietly as he came to lay his large body between her and the sea. Casting a large shadow to befall on the girl. His wing came to come over her, in the form of a hug; shielding her away from the offending sights and the stares of trees, birds and the sun. All fell quiet suddenly, only the whistling of wind remained.

"Shhh now.. shhh.. don't you cry." Ginjiro was at a loss for words once again. And it was believed he was wise, he knew the answer to many questions and riddles but not to this. This was way out of his reach, and it pained him further that he couldn't bring any comfort to the one that grew so close to him.

" I- I don't want to forget anyone after death! I want to see everyone, I want to reunite with the ones I love; another life would be a blessing to me as long as I don't get to sit in darkness." she spoke through numerous gasps for air and hiccups, her throat closing on itself. It sounded as if she was angry at the world for this mystery. Ginjiro wrapped himself around her completely, as much as his flexibility would allow him. Now she was pressed against his belly, right beneath his shoulder while his maw nudged her carefully in affection. One of his whiskers came to drag across her arms and hands. Small noises came from him, rumbling through his throat. A noise that could easily be compared to a cat's purr, only softer. Like a turning of many wooden wheels behind layers of thick walls and even more soft cottons. It was distant and warm like a blazing hearth. Crackling of fire that brewed.

She continued to weep, watering the grass with her tears while her hands remained clamped over her eyes and face. A desperate attempt to shield her sorrows, something she found weak, shameful. Everything felt out of place, forced against her.

"I don't want- to die." came a small voice, Kaliyah's voice. A stark comparison to her usually stoic tone, a commanders voice. No- this was the voice of a girl ashamed of her fears, scared and paranoid of most things around her, scared of the future and scared of her own mind and doings. Ginjiro nudged her head again, her whole body too, to get her attention, to try and get her to look up.

"You will not die Kaliyah." he said.

And at mentioned of her name she seemed to recollect just the smallest bit of courage. She looked up, her weeping ceasing for only a moment. His eye shone like fragments of emeralds exposed to the sun, even under the umbrella of his wings. It was dark, only small bit of light came into the tent that was his body.

"Not for many more years to come." Her eyes widened, staring at his narrowed eye, brows furrowing in confusion. What the beast said was a promise. "And certainly not from something as silly as water" he finished.

-"I would sacrifice my last breath to give you one more. I'd give up the world so you may remain whole.. so worry not, little one. An infinity of such pain is nothing compared to the mere thought of losing you-"

Now as she watched blood trickle down his scales as she repeated the same words, she cried even more than she did that day. Screaming at the world and at it's cruelty. She wished she could give him the life he had promised her, wished she could take away the pain and the wounds. He had kept the promise.

It was the only thing that was shared equally in the world and that thing is unfairness. She wished she could go back to those cliffs and stay with Ginjiro forever, overlooking the world from the enormous heights.

Blood coated her clothes, tattered and dirtied, it matted down her hair and his silver mane. She stood in his blood and her own. More rivulets sprang forth and ran down her body from her own wounds. Still, she forced herself to stand, to go to Ginjiro and be beside him. None of the pain could compare to the one in her heart. She would rather face a thousand of swords all over again, she would face those raging oceans and empty darkness for an infinity of time rather than be here now. Here where Ginjiro lied dead and she kept on trying to move him, fisting his long mane in her hand.

All the power in his last breath went to pouring all his life energy into her, and the stone that hung around her neck. One they both created. Blood had stopped circulating in his system minutes ago, yet she couldn't bring herself to accept it. She wouldn't. Despite all the proof, she wanted to believe he would live. Even with his hollow wounds gaping at her from his chest and wing; wind whistling through them. His giant wing stood above her, shielding her from the sky. The contents of his insides were spilled across the ground outside the village grounds. The great walls looming in the distance, while the surrounding woods remained silent in sympathy. Moments ago his blood was steaming hot, pouring like waterfalls from a hot spring. Now, his body lost its fiery heat. Many wounds littered his body, painting a print of a tiger on his body in red.

The soil was soaked with his blood, so much so that the earth couldn't accept more, leaving a large puddle behind. Crimson puddles swirled with the dust and dirt. And a stray leaf went to fall into it, dancing with the current the wind created. With all her might she tried to shake the beast's head to get him to wake, he was so much larger than those years ago, so much heavier. His eyes stared at the sky overhead, stars looking at themselves in his dilated pupil like a mirror.

Darkness started to dot in her eyes, vision dancing with tears. It all tunneled until all she could see was the dull green eye. And for a moment she could swear she saw it move, all color return to it as it lazily blinked at her before the ground disappeared under her feet and hands seized her shoulders

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-My Ao3

Hi may iask more about your Naruto oc s? If you have time..

Thank you!

Hello! Of course, thank you so much about the question! :)

I don't talk too much about my OCs, but I really do love and enjoy when someone asks about them!

Kaliyah is my main Naruto OC, while I wrote her story I had to come up with more characters, so those can count as OCs as well. There's a lot of those so I will just go over the main ones.

Starting with Utiss, Kaliyah's younger sister. She is adept at earth style and is one of the better/best medical nins of her time. Unlike her sister she is quite agile in a lot of ways, and sometimes easily swayed in negotiations and opinions. But she is as cunning as her sister and more. Utiss knows how to ride the wave to the end. Appearance wise, she would be shorter than her sister and much more leaner, lighter of hair but she would have a bit darker skin compared to Kaliyah. Unlike the rest of the Genji family, Utiss took after the Sen-Ryoko's more common traits and that's green eyes. She doesn't hold on to the traditions too strictly and so she doesn't wear her hair long like Kaliyah. It's mid-lenght and simply braided/styled.

Moving to the man that shaped Kaliyah in a way, Iwao- her sensei. He is an older Shinobi with a mystery of a backstory, all that is know is that he was previously a best friend and a sworn guard of her father, then her older sibling's guard before he became her guard and sensei. Iwao's quite stern in his teaching but gentle too, he knows his students limits and how to extend them. It's without a mention that Iwao is also quite protective over both Kaliyah and Utiss, almost coming to see them as his own daughters later. He is a expert at fire style, but is also well met with wind and earth style as well. In appearance he is tall with wide shoulders and a strong build, half of his dark hair had started to turn grey with the streaks of grey going from the sides. He has onyx eyes and a scar that runs from his chin up to the opposite corner of his lip.

Now onto Ginjiro, the centerpiece of Kaliyah's story. He was the dragon that almost brought Sen-Ryoko to extinction. He was fooled by his previous master, and under her lies he was manipulated to kill his draconic sibling and was almost manipulated far enough to kill innocent people. Thankfully by that point he figured it out, killed his master and her accomplices before fleeing- presumably dead. Almost two centuries later he was found by Kaliyah and was persuaded eventually into taking her as his master. Dragon summons are a bit different- when the bond between master and summon is solidified from both sides, they are engaged into feeding off of each other's chakra. If the master or dragon have bad intent, malice on their mind, their chakra will become polluted and in turn stunt both their and their summon's growth. But neither Kaliyah nor Ginjiro had those intentions. Ginjiro grew from a size of a bull to almost the size of the Nine-Tails in just the first few years of their bond. Ginjiro and Kaliyah were as close as they could get, they spent each moment with each other, or in close proximity. They shared their fears and plans. Their bond was one of a kind and it really can't be put into words. They both worked in protecting the village, rightfully earning the title "Protectors of the Leaf". He is a large beast, antlers for horns, big leathery wings and emerald eyes. His head and mane, as well as the tip of his tail, are white, the rest of his body is in shades of bark. A long green line on both sides goes from the corner of his eye all the way to his tail. Ginjiro also bears a long scar across his snout, which Kaliyah also represents in her face paint.

And last for now is- Koya, Kaliyah's only child. What he takes after his father in appearance, in turn he reatly takes after his mother in demeanour and personality. He is a curious child, eager to learn but also quick to jump into protecting, he is driven with that kind of passion. Koya is all about honor, but also enjoying life as much as it allows him. He's very caring for his mother, especially after his father's passing he wanted nothing but to be with her, help her work and what else not. He took a lot after his father in his expertise with water style, later he would go to master earth style as well, after his mother passed away too. As said before, he takes a lot after his father in looks, so white hair, pale skin and quite athletic build, although Koya was built for endurance rather than speed. He wears his face paint in fashion of both his parents. His hair was mostly kept mid length, but after his father died, he got to grow it out some more, learned to braid it too.