Ever wonder what happens when you die? Nope. Me either. Well not until i saw that bullet fly straight towards my comrade. The instinct to protect your loved ones, even at the cost of your own life, is something that you grow into. But when push comes to shove youll make the decision whether to save or let one die. My comrade was a family man, a wife and two young kids. While i was a 28 year old single man with no family. So you can see why i made that decision to take that bullet. Hell i had no qualms with dying, just figured thered be a blinding light that i assumed would just shallow me up.

"Shit." Cough racking my body as blood and saliva spattered from my lips across my face. "I dont see shit."

Then that was it. It was like i was just standing in the darkness, waiting, for what i dont know.

I tried walking, hell theres nothing better to do, but its almost like i stepped into a pit. The feeling of falling, wind slapping at my clothes and blasting my face.

"Shit!"

I was falling, and fast. Panic. Pure unfiltered panic.

"Holy shit! Im gonna die again!"

After free falling for a few minutes, more or less bored, i felt at peace. I mean im already dead. Even if i hit the ground at least ill die instantly. I had to be tumbling at a pretty good rate of speed.

As trees, and i mean huge trees, come into view i can't help but laugh.

"Its like im flying!"

Letting out a 'Whoo!' as i begin spinning slowly into a front flip.

"Fuck you, Karma! Cant kick my ass if im having fun before i die you bitch!"

Laughing hysterically as i near the ground. Now im not gonna lie, i was scared shitless, i hate heights.

Just as im about to hit the ground, that survival instinct kicked in on its own acord, i flip and try to land on the balls of my feet.

Now lets take the time to recap, mostly for my sanity, because what happens next makes me totally want a refund on death.

I take a bullet for my parnter, looking back i shouldve used the kevlar vest to take that bullet instead of my neck, then died. So back to my story at hand.

I land into a crouch on my palms and balls of my feet, nearly shitting myself when i create a crater in the earth.

"What..." I stand up and stare down at myself with wide eyes of disbelief.

"How the fuck?!"

Im an adult man, but in that moment, my voice cracks.

"Oi!"

"Huh?" I glance up from what shouldve been my grave. There peeping over the edge is three people. One a blonde man with wide blue eyes and a huge grin on his whiskered face. I frown at that,

"Dude, what are you like 20? Whats up with the whiskers, you a neko freak?"

That earned a small chuckle from the dark haired man at the others right side. He reminded me of those guys in the malls that had alot of daddy issues.

"Shut up, Sasuke!"

Sasuke? Hmm...That sounds familar.

"Are you ok?"

Before i can answer the woman that spoke she was offering me her hand. Now im not the type that believes women cant be strong and kick ass but she looks so fragile and well...Im a 6'3 guy build like a linebacker. Ive got broad shoulders with a long lanky but muscled frame. So its not like im trying to be a dick but i doubted she could pull me out of my literal hole.

"Ugh, thanks?"

But i slip my hand in hers and nearly yelp in pain when she squeezes my hand so hard that i swear my pinky and index knuckles kissed.

Being pulled out like i was a ragdoll was nice but slightly embarrassing. Back at the Base i was often used as a 'downed soldier' practice dummy. Mostly to break the spirits of the new recruits. Theyd have to haul me onto their shoulders and get me to saftey within a time limit.

"Thanks-" I have no idea what her name is but i almost called her Pinky. The bubble gum color hair was throwing me for a loop.

"Oh im Haruno, Sakura!"

"Naruto Uzimaki!" Whiskers shouted with that same goofy grin, i find myself grinning back at him. Silly kid was already getting to me.

I turn to the silent dark haired guy, picking up on the authoritative air around him. This guy was something i was used to, emotionless and cold. I stick out my hand to him, making eye contact with confidence clear on my face.

"Names Lincoln."

I crack a small smirk. This guy was definitely gonna piss me off, his smug attitude and cocky brow raise made me wanna pistol whip his forehead.

"Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha."

Hmm, now that was very familiar. Where have i-

My train of thought was broken when a cold hand slapped into mine harshly and a grip was delivered that wouldve hurt if it wasnt for Pinkzilla's death grip from hell making my hand numb.

"Hn." That condescending smirk. Oh you just wait you little-

"Kaka-Sensei! Come meet Lincoln!"

I freeze, heart hammering in my chest like a school girl.

"Ah hell"

I pull my hand from the Uchiha, turning to see what i hoped to God wasnt there.

"Lincoln? Hmm.."

There he is, the man from my childhood that made me question my sexuality, fucking Kakashi Hatake.

I cant help but glare at him, fucking Hatake!

Then it hit me full force,

"Holy shit! Im stuck in a fucking anime!"

I throw my hands up in exasperation, my eyes glaring at the sky with pure annoyance.

"You couldn't just let me die?!"

I know i must look bat-shit crazy to them, but damnit! I was supoose to just die! Not end up in the demented tv show i watched when i was younger.

"Whose he yelling at?"

"I dont know.."

Sighing i put my hands on my hips to shake my head at the ground.

"Fucking Kakashi Hatake."

"Ma, have we met?" I look up to glare at him, this prick ruined my childhood.

"Oi, you caused me alot of trouble back in the day damnit!" Pointing a finger at him, noticing my tan fingerless gloves were still on. I turned my attention to my hand, then my rolled up digital camo BTU jacket on my arms.

"Hold the phone!"

I glance down, my tact belt with my gear was still there. My tan bullet proof vest was still straped to my chest and my standard issue boots and BTUs were still on.

Im still geared for the raid i died on, how is that possible?

"Whats this thing?"

I turn to see Whiskers in the crater picking up my M16.

"Holy shit! Dont touch that!"

I try to leap over to him but the idiot hit the trigger making the automatic weapon blast out rounds.

"Fuck!" I dive for the ground while everyone scatters, Naruto included, the gun laying in the crater again. I leap up and slide down the side of the hole to snatch up the gun.

"What is that thing!?"

A sense of Deja ju as i stare up at the people at the rim of the hole.

"This?" Oh right they dont have guns here.

"Yeah, that thingy!" Naruto pointed at it while hiding behind Kakashi, who was watching me closely.

"Ugh." I scowl at Kakashi, i cant help it. I had the biggest crush for him back in the day. He raised an eyebrow at me with a blank stare. Damn him and his stupid droopy bedroom eye.

"She's a Gun."

They stare at me like i just suggested we all strip naked and hug each other. Though- i glance at the silver haired man with a thoughtful expression, giving him a once over with a small amount of heat in my brown eyes- No! No damnit! I shake my head with a soft growl in annoyance.

Sighing while pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Why couldnt i have stayed dead, huh?"

I slip the strap of my gun across my chest then climb out. Standing up while brushing off my clothes i cant help glancing at them individually.

Naruto -Whiskers- was staring at me with hard eyes but a smirk.

Sakura -Pinkzilla- was whispering something to Kakashi.

Sasuke -Pretty boy- was the the one to talk,

"Youre supposed to be dead?" He turned to the ruiner of childhoods, Hatake, asking a silent question.

"Hmm, its not a reanimation jutsu."

That made me frown, i stand to my full height and walk over to Kakashi with a pointed look. He meets my stare unflinching, making my crotch twitch slightly. The reaction my body gave him made my face flush and my footing to stumble slightly. Damn him to hell!

I stop a foot from him, raising my hand with a forced smile. Eyes closed and arched with a broad yet teeth bearing grin.

"Names Lincoln, you prick. And im not some reanimated dead guy. I am in fact dead!"

Silence met my ears, i crack an eye open to see that silver haired bastard watching me with slight humor.

"Ma, i dont know what i did you make you hate me so much, Lincoln, but-" he gripped my hand with a strength that aroused me further but also pissed me off worse "please consider this my apology. And if you are 'in fact dead' how are you talking to me right now "

He didnt apologize, in fact i bet he was letting me know he didnt particularly like me either. Good. Fuck that guy.

Our hands crush eachothers while smiling politely to each other.

"Welcome to the Land of Fire."

_

I was more or less sheep dogged into the village. The whole way they complained about how i was so slow, fuck them and their ninja speed. That one eyed bastard watched me the whole way. Dillhole. Im not some ripe little green warrior, i did 3 tours in battle. So i know a suspicious look when i see one.

Now if i remember this shit-show correctly then Whiskers is Naruto the punk nine tails with something to prove.

Pinky is his childish crush with a forehead that could hold the beginning word sequence of Star Wars.

I cant help laughing at my own joke, who cares right? Anyway-

Daddy-issues is Sasuke, the one with emotional constipation, hes the one Whiskers and Pinky chase to Tim-buck-two while he trys to kill them.

Then theres the bane of my ex- right cant say that, im dead - ...anyway.

Theres the guy who despite only have his fucking EYEBALL exposed made me question my sexuality and sanity. Kakashi, the ruiner of childhoods, in all his full pervy, stoic glory. God i wanna punch him so bad.

"Hey Lincoln, why do you keep glaring daggers at Kaka-Sensei?"

Fuck Whiskers just call it like you see why dontcha?!

"Hmm? You say something?"

"Oi!"

I swat lazily around my ears with a blank expression.

"Couldve sworn i heard something. Must be an annoying bug."

That made Bubble-gum laugh, a slight smirk from The Weasel Hunter and a chuckle from Crow-Chaser. Dam im good at nicknames, i should really write these down or something.

"Hey! Im talking to you!"

Tsk, Fox-breath is so loud.

"Yeah Toad?"

Now that made them all look at me, did i say something weird? Hmm the look on that kids face is heartbreaking...Fuck!? What episode am i in? God i hope its not-

"Its ok Naruto." Saukra is consoling him while i get a glare into my skull. If looks could kill then Emo boy wouldnt have had to train so hard to murder his brother.

"Ah, Sorry kid, im a tactless Baka sometimes." I pat him on the back, i really didnt mean to hurt him. Dam.

"Its fine."

Sighing heavily is something i should paten, im damn good at it.

"He was a good man, a perv but a damn good man." I meant it, Pervy sage was one of my favorite characters, crushed me when he died. Naruto turns to me with a shocked expression, the brightness in his gaze makes me uncomfortable.

"You knew Pervy Sage?!"

"Yeah knew him for awhile." I shrug as we reach the Hokage masion. It wasnt a lie in reality, well it kinda was but oh well. Im dead so lying to Whiskers about a dead anime character wasnt the worse thing about my day. Did leave a bad taste in my mouth though.

"Wow."

"And how did you know Jiriaya-sama?"

Ugh, damn you Hatake, i shouldve stayed quiet.

"We traveled together for a time." Again, another round about lie.

"Is that so?"

I turn to glare at Scarecrow with a snarl, this Wet dog smelling chump was pissing me off. Granted he didnt actually smell like Wet dog, if anything he smelled almost feral, a musky pleasant scent. Damn my high senses.

"You better watch your ass, Straw-boy, ill kick it clean off."

I didnt get the reaction i wanted. Well i did from the three stoogies, but Kakashi looked stunned.

"Heh, something wrong Crow-king?"

Again he seemed struck speechless. Why the hell isnt he fighting back? Gah, well thats like kicking a dead horse. Hes more attractive when hes mad-

No damnit! Go away gay thoughts!!

I swat around myself with a growl before walking into the Mansion with the Kakashi gang in tow.

Apparently i missed a silent signal, the three brats ran ahead towards the Hokage office leaving me alone with my gay thoughts and Kakashi.

"Hey,"

I turn only to be gripped roughly by my shirt collar and slammed into the wall on the stairs. Damnit, hes fast.

"Where did you hear those names?"

Now im not going to lie, being man handled by Kakashi is a turn on. I can feel my crotch growing, and if it wasnt bad enough his knee is between my legs to keep me from moving.

Ok, ok! Think of something else! Old ladies doing jumping jacks in bikinis.

"Huh?"

Oh god the anger in that dam eye, fuuuuck.

"You heard me."

"Hmm, cant say i know what were talking about." And i honestly dont. But if i dont get him off me soon hes gonna get more than he bargained for.

I swing my arms up and chop them down on the insides of his elbows while shoving my chest into his.

Ive never been a sadist but the look on Kakashi's made my growing problem stir.

"Fuck." I try to discreetly adjust myself but of course he noticed my hand movement.

"Id apologize for it but the things got a mind of its own." I laugh nervously, earning a disgusted glare from Kakashi.

"Look Straw-boy, i dont know what i-"

"That! That name! How do you know it?"

I furrow my brows at him in confusion, so he doesnt like my pet names?

"Its just a habit of mine to make up pe-nick names."

He didnt look convinced but it seemed to shut him up.

"Someone used to call me that."

I open my mouth to ask who but then it hits me, Kakashi's dad, fuck my dead life. Why do i keep bringing up dead people?

"Sorry, i didnt even think about Sukumo-san saying stuff like that."

I blinked. I fucking blinked. And im pinned to the wall again but with a kunia at my throat. Erection. Gone.

"What do you know about my father?" It was a quiet question, laced with killing intent. Well fuck this, IM ALREADY DEAD.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me." I ground out through bared teeth while meeting his enraged eye.

"How do you know my father!?"

"Go fuck yourself, i eat threats like this for breakfast." I press my neck into the blade making it slice my skin enough for blood to trickle down my throat.

"Ive killed so many people in my lifetime that your pathetic attempt at slitting my throat makes me wanna laugh. Ive been tortured for months without saying a word. Water torture, electric shock torture, being hung upside down by my ankles until i nearly bled to death from my nose because the blood had now where else to go." I laugh, holding his now wavered glare.

"So if your feeling murderous, be my guest. Here let me help you." I turn my head ever to slightly so the blade is now over my jugular.

"Do it, I've already been through Hell and came out with an icecream cone and a the T shirt."

"Hatake, release him."

Hmm seems tsunade came to find us. A gasp lets me know shes not alone. No doubt they heard everything. Kakashi doesnt remove his blade, his eye dark.

"Run home Mutt, youre too emotionally invested." I know i shouldnt throw rocks at a bee hive but damnit i cant back down from a pissing contest. Not agaisnt this punk.

"If you value your life youll shut up."

Tsk, what life? Im dead.

But instead of being the snarky asshole i was i chose to keep quiet, my eyes never leaving Kakashi's lone orb. There was hesitation, i knew he wouldnt kill me. Not with bringing uo his father, he wanted answers. And i wasnt gonna spill my guts, even if he wanted to spill them for me.

"Hatake!" The commanding tone made me instinctly straighten slightly and train my eyes to the wall across from me. Dam, the military really drill it into you to be obident even if you dont want to be.

Kakashi stepped away, eye still dark but calmer. The mother fucker had the nerve to wipe my blood from his blade onto my chest. Oh, im gonna kick his ass, somehow...

I stood at big-tits desk with Team Kakashi behind me. Hands shoved into my pockets and hunched over in annoyance. These was pure shit, i expected the afterlife to be more peaceful. Well actually i expected fire and brimstone but i was dam near close to it.

"So it seems you have intel on some of our shinobis."

So thats how we were starting? Ok, fine by me.

She didnt seem to like my non-existent answer. Well too bad for her, too much and i look like a spy, too little and i look like a spy. So im gonna go for nothing.

"And how did you come to have this knowledge of our village. You seemed to know right where my Mansion was."

Fuck, that one eyed toilet brush. I wanted to glare at him but didnt want to turn around. The nick on my neck stung, nothing close to the bullet but it still hurt. He let me take the lead, something i unconsciously did, i shouldnt have known where to go much less travel through the maze like streets exactly to the Hokage mansion.

Despite my inner turmiol i remained unfazed on the outside. I was trained for moments like these, sure i had a lapse, but being around Kakashi put me on edge.

Again my answer wasnt well recieved. If anything Pigtails looked ready to straggle me.

"Take him to a cell."

That wasnt my idea of fun, but i didnt have time to think on it. Two masked wearing guys appeared beside me. Effectively grabbing me as i turned to glare at one of them. Fucking ninja speed.

"Wait, Granma- Tsunade!"

Oh bless you Whiskers!

"You cant! He knew about Pervy Sage! Said they were pals!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Theres no way i can prove that shit, i didnt even remember half the people on this show let alone places or events. Damnit.

"He knew of my father, as well."

"Oi! I got no beef with the Leaf!" Again i crack myself up. Big-Tits pondered for a moment.

"If you have nothing to hide then lets prove it then. Bring in Inoichi."

Why does that sound familiar?

"Well just see who you are, Lin-kun."

"Its Lincoln, not that prissy shit."

Fucking ninjas.

i was roughly shoved into a chair, the masked dudes who i knew now were called anbu stood beside me.

"You guys seem like a load of fun."

"Quiet." I couldnt help but grin, this guy was easy to annoy apparently. And me being me it was like blood in the water full of sharks.

"Aw and we were getting so close too. I was even considering taking ya home to meet my parents."

Naruto chuckled, his head getting knocked by Pinky as she told him to shut up.

"Ouch Sakura-chan. I cant help it, it was funny."

I throw him a grin.

"Ya know Whiskers, youre not as dumb as ya look."

He pondered it for a moment while Sasuke actually chuckled. Heh, if thats all it took to get Duck-Butt- Haircut to laugh then that was pretty easy.

If I was in Naruto and if I was now in an episode then I better get credit from the Uchiha fangirls for my good deed.

All playfulness aside, I was kinda worried what theyd do. I mean id been through war and blood and guts but sitting in here was like sitting in the principals office. A different kinda of nervousness.

"Hey wait are you calling me stupid!?"

Damn kid, that took a solid minute for you to realise that? Well that should answer his question.

The opening of a door let me know that my waiting had reached its end. The man who stepped in was blonde with a long ponytail. I would like to say i recognized him instantly but lets be honest here, i had no fucking clue who this dude was.

"Inoichi."

"Hokage-sama."

"Pleasantries over already?" Tsunade gave me glare, again if looks could kill.

"This him?"

"The one and only! Well actually im sure there are other Lincolns in the world per-say but none as witty and handsome as me."

I had expected the attention my statement was recieved with, cold calculated eyes probbing at my skin.

"Oi if youre gonna eye fuck me then at least be gentle." I wink at them with a grin, i mean the worst that can happen is i loose my life. A chuckle escapes me, those eyes watching me narrow slightly, I contain myself from down right laughing.

"Sorry, sorry, continue. Apologies for interupting." I mean ive been through this shit before, being military meant keeping secretes from enemies, i was damn good at my job. But when some head-set shit was pulled out of a scroll i instantly knew this wasnt what i was trained for.

"Oi, whats that shit?"

They completely ignored me. Something that annoys the hell out of me. In retrospect i could understand, i am quite annoying when i try, but damnit i still hate it.

"Hold him down."

I was more or less manhandled by the anbu, one seeming to find more enjoyment than the other. I struggled for a few seconds, the way the blonde guy was watching me had my skin crawl, again ill say i fucking want a refund on death.

Head-sets on and him reaching for my head brought on a new fear.

"The fuck you doing?!"

Before i could really put up a fight i found myself in a room full of scrolls.

"Lets begin, shall we?"

"The fuck?"

He held out a hand and my eyes nearly bugged out when a scroll flew into his palm.

Thats when the memories hit me, and i nearly crumpled up on the floor from the shit i had tried so hard to forget blasted across my vision.

A fist closed was reaching out from a smaller man before them, seeing everything from his eyes, the blonde man before them. A feeling of peace and a deep bonded love ringing in their chests.

"Till the blood tuns cold"

A fingerless gloved hand stretched out, tan fingers curling into a fist, they touch as a broad grin was passed between them.

"Till the soul leaves."

It blurred into a chaotic dimly lit forest, sun just passed the horizon as it sunk into the earth, sounds of screams and a hell fire of bullets raining down.

"Daisuke!?!"

The panicked voice leaving their throat as they scanned through the bodies littering the ground. They were dead with ragged bullet wounds or dying with screams and pleas for help or death.

A hopeless chest tightening feeling clenched their abdomen,

'Where is he!? Kami please!'

The tightened feeling only clutched harder as a gurgled reply came from close by.

"Lin- cough- coln!"

A voice rings out from the subconscious,

"STOP!"

Sparks of fire wizz by as bullets pick up on their movement towards the strangled cry.

"PLEASE STOP!"

Tanned bloody hands shove bodies out of the way, some trying to latch onto them for help, shaking they pause over the small frame of Daisuke racking from coughs that splatter blood onto their face. Their breathing hitches, vision becoming blurry as the heat of tears prick their eyes.

"Lin-"

"I got you buddy, youre gonna be ok!"

A crippling weight settles in their stomach as a pain rips across their chest, numbness seeping into their bones making the sweat on their neck turn cold.

"FUCKING STOP!"

Those large hands grab the kevlar tan vest and haul Daisuke up into a sitting position.

"Till the -hack- blood runs -hack hack- cold."

"Shut up Daisuke, youre gonna be fine."

Daisuke smiles up at them with a closed eye crinkle, blood dripping from his lips as their eyes scan the gapping holes in his chest. The cold feeling of dread worm into their chest, their eyes widening making tears trail down their bloodied face.

"Heh."

"ILL FUCKING KILL YOU!! STOP!!"

The disembodied voice of Lincoln roared from his subconscious.

Daisuke raised his crimson covered hand up weakly, still smiling up at them, his hand clutched into a loosely closed fist.

"Damnit...Please...Stop"

Lincoln shook weakly from were he stood in his own mind, tears pouring down his face, he crumpled to the floor on his hands and knees as he watched in his mind his own hand bump knuckles with Daisuke. He watched again as the man before him ebbed away into the after life. His friends golden eyes glaze over into a frosted glassy stare. The words still ringing in his mind as he answered their montra before blackness swallowed him up completely.

'Till the soul leaves'