Hello, all. This is my fourth submission!

If I continue it: This story probably won't be very long, probably five to ten chapters, unless I happen to get a jolt of inspiration (I doubt it). There's also large chance that I'll take this down later to re-write it, then repost. The chapters, also, will be shorter, simply because of my lack of time.

I'm not trying to physically downplay religion in any way; this is simple fanfiction and doesn't literally apply to anything whatsoever. Please remember that. This is a fic about Necromancy- reviving/contact of/with the dead. I know absolutely nothing about Necromancy, though, so I'm researching here and there. For those who know about it, if I make mistake, please tell me so. D;

I don't own any of the characters.

This story, as far as I know at the moment, does not follow the storyline. It's fanfiction, after all.

And I know. Sasuke and Suigetsu don't retrieve Karin the way I portrayed. So what.

Also, it is SuiKa, if you don't like the pairing, please try to have an open mind about it, or don't read- you know the drill.

That all being said, on with the show.

Enjoy. :)

"People always wonder what happens when they die; their false religions try to reassure them of their fate... And, in midst of trying to reassure themselves, their belief bring along segregation and war, neglect and explosive deaths."

The cave inhabited by a young girl was lit with lanterns ablaze; their flames kindled, and a large storm just outside rumbled in rhythm.

"Their religions try to justify death and the faults they see in one another. Feh... how pathetic, utterly pathetic." The female, Karin by name, laughed darkly and the echo formulated nearly scared the said girl herself. She faltered and pushed her glasses up upon the bridge of her pale nose as a silent rebuttal.

"I, myself, wonder if their naive attributes will blind them forever sometimes; that's certainly how it appears..." She paused unhappily, "I never do get many customers these days," Karin yawned a bit and crossed her arms.

"All this stress really isn't good on my skin..." The redhead caressed her cheeks unhappily before crossing her arms once more and leaning back to the cave wall. Her red irises scanned the dark silhouette, and she closed her eyelids, basking in the addicting noise of thunderstorms.

There is no God. There is no afterlife in "heaven," or "hell," for that matter, and there is no such thing as "eternal salvation." You don't just disappear. You don't return to the earth as any foreign organism, that all is absurd gibberish.

Instead, simply, you come to me, and that is your fate. You're at my call and at my disposal.

The passing of the storm within the morning light brought the thick, musty smell of rain along with it. Karin herself awoke with the breaking of dawn, and arose at the setting of the morning stars. The redhead was used to her lifestyle away from everyone; in fact, she didn't mind it all that much. She blew the flames within the hanging lanterns out and put them away before grabbing her satchel of various equipments. Karin smiled upon the cave she was so used to staying in when she was away from her master; it was a place of odd sanctuary and protection when shelter was needed throughout her personal journeys. The cave itself traveled through a mountain; not many knew of it, but the ones who did knew to steer clear- unless you were a Necromancer or witch of some sort, of course.

Life of Necromancers in the said era of ninja war and alliance wasn't recognized; younger users, such as Karin, were decently common in the smaller villages that spotted the world map. Everyone had the capabilities of Necromancy, it was the fact whether one chose to hone the powers or not. Necromancy wasn't usually sought after, but every once in a blue moon, people did seek the Necromancers out for help in the area. Necromantic services weren't generally expensive, a large number offered them for free, because these Necromantic powers were, after trained in the said domain, natural. Many Necromancers amongst the current day were trained by family, or they taught themselves- Karin was of the latter. After her village was destroyed, she found she needed to train herself in something to help her cope with the loss.

Necromancy seemed to be the key.

"Orochimaru-sama, I've returned," Karin called out. She gripped her satchel and walked the halls of her master's home; this was the prison sector. The jail cells were filled with many people derived from many different places; they were simply specimens. One thing was clear: Orochimaru was dead and gone. The prisoners thought Karin had a screw or two loose; every time the girl made appearance, she always greeted her master... yet, he was gone.

He's not gone; he never will be. The concepts a Necromancer lived by were seemingly odd. Once accepting the Necromantic way of life, the user's train of thought changed; from the inside, it started within and built outward to the surface. When non-magic users witnessed a death, they thought they one that had experienced death was gone. Example A in the thought changes: a Necromancer never thought of someone to be gone. Not fully, anyway, because the user could simply find the corpse, contribute the needed supplies, say the required chant, and there you had the living body. Well, living... dead body. That wasn't anywhere near "dead," now was it? The revived body may have appeared to be so... but that wasn't the point.

"When're ya' gonna let us out?" One called from the left of the female. Many voices joined in to add on to the ruckus. Karin puffed her chest up, crossing her arms, "Just because Orochimaru-sama has passed doesn't mean I'm letting you all out, stupid bastards!"

"You fucking bitch!" Karin chuckled at the man to her right who was reaching for her through the jail cell bars. He peered out and literally spat at her like a crazed madman; his eyes bulged disgustingly, they scanned her small frame frantically. Karin smiled, mocking the man, "Like I haven't heard that one before."

"I'm sure you have, stupid cunt!"

"You all can rot for all I care," she spoke and held her hips, throwing her weight on her left foot.

"You just wait till I get out of here, I'll fucking mess you up, you goddamn hooker!"

"Would you like me to chisel all that on your headstone?" Karin smiled darkly, "It's the least I can do for the likes of you, dumbshit." And with her last remark, Karin walked through the hallways once more, ignoring the pathetic insults that eventually shrank, groveling at her feet as if begging for mercy. Orochimaru hadn't been claimed dead long, days even. It was still a bit unclear who committed the deed, but she had a generally good idea. Karin entered the common sector of the stone building that was made up of three sectors itself- the prison sector that contained all the specimens, the common and living sector withheld rooms for the guards and people of some importance, and the experimentation sector. The last said sector was a bit self-explanatory. The whole place was huge, though, it was mostly made up of long, countless hallways. All seemed at ease... but Karin could sense something a bit out or the norm. It was quiet; it usually was in Orochimaru's Northern base, but the silence heard was eerie and indifferent.

Karin smiled a bit throughout realization; she knew that smell. She knew that scent like the back of her hand. She sensed that presence... the one that had appealed to her most of all; the stoic, cool chakra...

"Ahh, Sasuke-kun... you're here." Karin's smile grew wider as she turned to face the black-haired male; his unchanging complexion seemed to glow. That was the face she'd thought of every time she was feeling down... That was the face that simply, and mysteriously, just made her happy. That was the face that reminded her life was still good.

"Ugh, I could've lasted a whole lot longer without seeing you." Karin's eye twitched as she looked passed the Uchiha to find the Hozuki child behind him. That stupid Hozuki boy was one of Orochimaru's specimens, and certainly one of her least favorite, considering his jackass attitude.

"Suigetsu! I swear, you-"

"Karin," Sasuke spoke calmly, silencing her. The girl's unique red irises flashed toward the ground, then to him shyly.

"We're in need of your aid," he finished. My... aid? "What type of services were you looking for, Sasuke-kun?"

"To find Itachi." If he's searching for Itachi, then...

Karin's heart almost skipped a beat; she'd heard rumors that this Uchiha was responsible for Orochimaru's passing, but she didn't want to believe it. She pushed her glasses up and the dim lighting reflected off them onto the wall. She held her hips, "You're looking for your brother now... the rumors are true then?" Sasuke barely nodded, but Karin picked it up easily. The blue-haired male behind him made numerous faces at Karin, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from retaliating to his immature stupidity. Suigetsu noticed this and kept on, snickering evilly to himself while doing so. On another note, apparently, Sasuke wasn't looking for Necromantic services... just her ability to sense chakra, Karin was guessing. Of course, she found that scenario better than nothing- she loved being near Sasuke- but it was still a let down. What in the world was happening to the need for Necromancy?

"I'm afraid I can't do that," she muttered to Sasuke lightly, but scowled to the Hozuki.

"And why not?" He demanded a bit angrily; Karin sensed a flare in his chakra and jumped a bit, shaken, but she stood her ground. She bit her lip, "You killed Orochimaru-sama, that's why; you know that's why as well as I do."

"Must I implore you, then?" He questions more quietly, calming himself, "Orochimaru is nothing more than dead."

"That's not true." If only you knew... Suigetsu chuckled behind Sasuke, "How so?"

"Why do you care? Shut up, you stupid jerk!" Karin fumed, clenching her fists, shaking one at Suigetsu as a threat. Once the flames died down, she tucked stray hairs behind her ear, fixing her glasses once more- simply to make herself look presentable.

"I'm in need of your ability to sense chakra," Sasuke said, "If you know of someone else with your abilities, tell me so, and I'll find them myself."

"I'm the only one from my clan, so it'd be pretty difficult to come across someone like me," she replied with a smirk, "I suppose I'll join you."

"Very well then." Sasuke smiled darkly, and Suigetsu yawned in boredom.

Karin walked to their flanks, and they exited the base.

Lmaolmaolmao, this whole fic is just random.

Oh well.

If you think I should continue, tell me. This all is just practice. Buuut if no one reads it, I'm taking it down, haha.

Anyway, hope you like.

Adieu~! c: