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Chapter 1

He stood there, staring down at the corpse of the enemy of the entire mankind, dead or alive. Dying in a pool of his own blood as the orange haired shinigami turned his attention to his bloodied hand. The hand that pierced through his enemy's chest, grabbing his heart and squeezing it til it exploded.

Finally, the war has ended. Finally, the enemy was dead. Finally, he could stop fighting. All that, but for what? This peace he was fighting so hard for, what was it for? There was no one else on this face of earth. It was just him. Alone against the entire world.

No friends to share a relief smile. No family to return to. Not even a stranger to tell that his or her life is safe now that the threat was gone. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Blood slithered down his black and gold eyes in a bloody state of sadness. He was empty. He has fulfilled his purpose in killing him. In killing Aizen… But who was he now? Now that everything he fought for was dead and perished.

He was no longer Kurosaki seeing that his father had died along with his sisters in an attempt to shield them from Aizen's attack. But all three perished in that attack.

He was just Ichigo. No family name. Just plain, tired, empty and lonely Ichigo.

He grasped his dual blades and smiled down at them. "I'm sorry Mugetsu, Zangetsu. I just can't live anymore." His blades trembled in rage as the glowed black and white respectively, howling in anger as their master was about to end his life.

As his blade neared his throat in attempt of ending his own miserable life, a blade came in contact with his. Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise as he was sure he was the only living creature left on this world as the final battle had wiped out the entire of mankind around the world.

He followed the blade with his eyes. It was a silver blade with a spiral design on it. Its hilt was black with red fiery designs. A slim hand was holding the sword expertly and his eyes took in the facial features of the wielder.

A tanned woman that had the sunniest golden locks of hair that was cascading pass her butt with the most striking cerulean blue eyes stared back at him with a frown. She had three whisker marks on each of her cheek and was wearing a white and red outfit. A white inner shirt with magenta vest that tightened her abdomen til just beneath her large assets. She was wearing a pair of black tight shorts and the same magenta color skirt that slit up to her thighs. A pair of black combat boots, fingerless gloves with metal knuckles and on her hips positioned nicely a pair of black and gold chakram that had a hilt in the centre of it.

If it weren't for the blue eyes and whisker marks on her face, he could have sworn it was Tia Harribel, the third espada of the new generation. But she wasn't.

His instincts roared to him that she was a dangerous potential threat. Her power rivaled his or perhaps was even greater. But the lonely side of him was relieved that there was another living survivor in this world aside from him.

"What do you think you're doing?" her voice questioned with a hint of anger but worry. It sounded like the bells of heaven ringing in his ear. He didn't know when the last time he heard a voice aside from the blasted traitor. Its been too long that he has fought alone.

Swallowing his saliva, trying to find the voice he rarely used even in his battle with Aizen. But there was no voice coming out from him despite how hard he tried to. He wanted to tell her that he was glad she was there. That he was relieved that he wasn't alone. But he just couldn't say it. He decided to grant her a smile. An honest smile that he has not done in a long time.

The stranger seemed to understand his thoughts though. And that was enough for him to heave a sigh of relief and slowly lower his own blade as she withdrew hers.

He turned to her only to find that he has lost the power to even walk. He was only able to stand with his sheer willpower. He closed his eyes to brace himself for the impact of falling face first on the barren land.

But he fell into the arms of the woman before him.

Warmth. He could feel the warmth radiating from her. Again he smiled, she was real and not just a trick of his mind. She smelled like fresh lilies and waterfalls…

Her embrace was tight, ensuring him she was there with him, for him. "Naruko." She whispered in his ears.

Naruko? He thought. Was that her name?

Those were his last thoughts as blackness took over and for the first time in years, Ichigo fell into a peaceful slumber. No nightmares to haunt him, no enemies to be on alert for. Sleep, peaceful slumber.

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She walked the barren land, searching for any survivors. Each country, continent she went to, death and silence was all she met. Naruko frowned.

"What the hell happened here?" she asked no one in particular.

After the fourth great shinobi war, she sealed the Juubi within her as did the other nine entities of destruction and power were. She was a hero that nobody appreciated. She was just a weapon in their eyes.

Naru knew the truth of the shinobi. And she faked her death, pleasantly hiding herself from her former friends, now enemies.

She watched from the shadows the celebration of her death that the people she once cared for cheered to. Anger, hatred, revenge… she thought those feelings were what she'd feel. But no, all she felt for them was disappointment and pity. They will never know true power. Perhaps it was best she remained dead.

So Naru decided to travel the world. After her first decade of travelling, she realized she had not aged a day older than twenty. Not that she was complaining. She was at her prime. Strong and independent as always.

But at one point of her life, Kurama decided to voice out his opinion.

Kit, I think its best you find a lone island and seal yourself in it so that no outsiders can trespass. And then train with the power of the Juubi that is sealed within you along with the rest of us bijuu. You may have mastered my chakra, but not the others.

Hmm.. perhaps you are right Kurama, I do need to train with the Juubi. I'll have all the time in the world to master all jutsu's and explore all powers this world has to offer. Who knows, maybe another child of prophecy might need my help in the future to come.

She agreed with her partner and then ventured out to find the perfect place to train and withhold the strain her prowess would bring once released.

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Centuries after centuries passed. The fourth shinobi war was forgotten as shinobi's died out and so did chakra. But a different sort of power evolved from chakra. It was called magic.

Naruko travelled the world again once she had controlled all ten of the lumps chakra as she called them. She made friends with creatures that could have rivaled the bijuu. Even if they didn't want to admit it, the dragons were on par with the seventh tailed bijuu at best. But that was saying a lot.

Naru had the honour of meeting all of the dragons and befriended most of them and those that weren't on friendly terms with her, held their deepest respect and fear for the bubbly blonde as she had proven her strength to be far greater than their king, Bahamut.

Even the dragon of destruction, Acnologia fears her. In her presence, he dares not to misbehave or he shall suffer her wrath.

They taught her all they could with each element they had. She was like a sponge, absorbing all the knowledge passed down to her. It helped a lot especially with her kage bunshins.

She was their ultimate dragon slayer, the goddess amongst the living that walked this earth. She spent centuries with them. And once more made herself into a legend after the war between dragons and men.

As she left once she deemed the land of magic was strong enough to survive without her help, she decided to return to her former land, or what was left of it.

The other side of the world, she realized had a different take on power. There were those that had powers amongst average human that sailed the seas. These pirates that had power had consume a fruit that grants the consumer a power depending on what fruit they ate. The fruit was called the Devil's Fruit.

It started as the pirate king who was a former scientist, created an experiment with the fruits and the DNA of the consumer was mutated to have power. But with power came a price. They could not swim. As ironic as it was, they set out to find the one piece and become the pirate king.

She travelled with a crew once. The captain was a cheery boy with the power of stretchability(is that even a word? Lol)

His name was Monkey D. Luffy, future pirate king.

Naru was separated from their crew once and travelled the seven seas to return to his crew. When she found him, just in time to save his brother, Monkey D. Ace from his death.

She was to be rewarded by Luffy when he did achieve his goal to find the one piece and be the pirate king. But she had the rewards she needed. All the remaining of the devil fruit and consumed all of them so that none could misuse the power along with it.

Once again Uzumaki Namikaze Naruko went against all odds as she mastered all the gifts of the devil fruit and overcame the inability to swim. She was, is, afterall the goddess amongst the living and the number one most unpredictable ninja, mage and now deemed pirate.

Her name spread like fire, known by the world as the immortal Rikudou Sennin. The title she has gained from the deceased former six paths sage. The savior no matter where she went.

She decided it was time to return to her island and remained there until she sensed the world needed her once more. There was only so much she could take as she still had a beating heart, signifying her only source of humanity.

She could not bear to watch as her friends die one by one. And so she drowned herself into deep meditation, being one with the magic and power of nature, only awakening when a power great enough to disrupt her meditation.

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An annoying repetitive poke to her forehead had awaken Naru from her deep meditation that turned into a slumber of sorts and she willed the root of the tree nearest to her to smack the nuisance that was annoying the hell out of her.

"OW! What the heck was that for!" a male voice growled in anger. Her striking blue eyes snapped open and glared at the silver haired male before her that was sprawled on the floor after being smacked by the tree root.

Green eyes glared into her Blue eyes.

Naru studied the male before her as he studied her. He was wearing a black hakama with white overcoat with the number one on it and title of Soutaichou. She rasied an eyebrow at that and saw the katana that was strapped to his hilt.

She took in the power that rolled off the male despite being suppressed, she was able to gauge his true power. At his greatest, he could only be on par Zeref the dark mage. But she knew he could grow stronger.

"What are you?" they both asked at the same time before realizing what the other said and sighed heavily before breaking into a grin.

"My name is Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Soutaicho of Gotei Thirteen of Soul Society. A shinigami" He flashed her his most charming grin as he waited for her to introduce herself.

She raised an eyebrow at his long name before introducing herself, hearing a distant, "as if your name is any shorter than his, kit." And she could mentally feel the others agreeing with their nine tailed friend. A tick mark appeared on her forehead as she stared at the male.

"Uzumaki Namikaze Naruko, Jinchuuriki of all ten bijuu's, slayer of many but known as the Rikudou Sennin." She replied.

Yamamoto's eyebrows shot up as his eyes widen like saucers as he let what she said sink in. This before him, was the legend he has heard from the spirit king, The goddess amongst the living, A being to be feared for her prowess but to be loved for her kindness.

Naru could feel an upcoming headache if the curious and shock on his face was anything to indicate.

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'Naruko...' it was the same voice she knew of from thousand years ago, though it was distant and slightly gruff than before.

'Yama-chan?' she called out.

A figure materialized before her in her mindscape. Yamamoto had aged, his head was now bald, his beard long and white. His Ryuujin Jakka sealed form was a staff that he held on firmly.

'What's wrong?'

'I have been defeated by an enemy of men, the traitor goes by the name of Sousuke Aizen.'

Naru's eyes narrowed at the information. Knowing full well that the reaitsu of her friend would not last long but enough to convey his message.

'A boy with orange hair by the name of Kurosaki Ichigo will need your help. I fear only the worse to come Naruko. Please, find him when the time comes, and save him from the sorrow he will drown in.'

With that, the last of his reaitsu vanished to be reincarnated elsewhere in a different dimension.

Naruko frowned deeply as she thought his words through.

Masaki's and Isshin's boy? Kaien would have strangled me if I don't do anything about this. *sighs* why do I have to be an immortal? She wondered aloud

Because you are too powerful of a being Naru-chan.The voice of the Juubi called out.

She closed her eyes again and prepared to rescue the present child of prophecy.

Sometimes I wonder why I have to wait til everyone they love is wiped out before being able to help. The kami's aren't as kind as we thought.

A deep rumbling of thunder was heard but Naru paid no mind of it as she was strong enough to go head to head with fate and destiny if need be but she was just too lazy to take over their position. It would only mean more paperwork.

And so she prepared for the worse. To use that seal. She had a feeling she was going to meet some old friends with this child of prophecy very soon. Hopefully he won't be as suicidal as some of those people she knew. Truly, to be the child of prophecy only meant to have the shittiest of all destiny.

A/N: Done with the first chapter! I'm actually proud of my first chap! haha it's been so long since i wrote anything so please be kind to me. And yes, I am as usual, as unpredictable as ever! Told ya I'm making Naruko very godlike and extremely powerful. SO if you think its an overkill, remember its my story, i write however i like and if you don't like it, you can kiss my bottom good byeeee :D

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