A/N: I don't own Bleach, X-Men, all that jazz, just Kali, Kamara, and friends. This one probably will be a long one, so beware.
Prologue:
The sound of rain hit the thatched roof as it seemed sadness surrounded the Japanese style home. The sound of a newborn baby crying could be heard, but the air was tense due to the death of the mother. The other sound heard was hard coughing and a splattering sound, as crimson drops fell from the man's lips that caused the coughing. He could barely breathe finding his body weakened from grief and now illness.
His wife was dead, now his newborn daughter lay there in the arms of the midwife.
What was there to do? The baby didn't stand a chance, the man was too ill to care for her. He looked up blood sliding down his mouth to his chin as he looked up at an old man leaning on a cane, who had somehow appeared on the scene. "Save her," the sick man panted weakly. "Save my daughter, don't let her die!"
The old man stared down at him nodding his head thoughtfully. "She will be saved," he said stroking his long beard as he took the infant into his arms. While the doctor whisked the ill man away fast, the old man moved the baby to an alter as he studied a portal it seemed staring down at the human world as he saw something in Canada. A soon to be born child, that was near death due to science. He looked at the baby as he closed his eyes touching her face a sparkle coming from his hand, the child's soul as the body disappeared. "One day you will return to us," he whispered. "For now, you can't. You will be tied to this body…never to know the truth until it's time."
The sparkle floated through the portal and into the body of the dying twin girl.
Meanwhile, a man stood watching in anticipation. "She's about to give birth!" he announced gleefully almost as if he was manic. He wore clothing of a business man, someone of importance. "These twins will be the beginning of my army against the mutants. Super soldiers with powers that can go against them all. They will be my generals in this war against those bastard freaks."
He smirked as his image came to mind, of how happy a world would be without mutants. Yet his eyes flickered to a man in the shadows, who was listening, but seemed tense. "Your offspring will help us, Logan," he said. "But the twins must be separated." Logan looked up hearing his name. Yes, they must be separated, but my children will not be corrupted by your hands, William Stryker.
Logan had been an experiment once before, known as Weapon X. His name was then James Howlett, yet he changed it to Logan soon after the adamantium was placed in his body. It was his sperm, his DNA used to create the twins inside this woman, who had been brainwashed against her will to have sex with him. Now as a soon to be father, he knew he had to protect these children before it was too late.
The birthing process was bloody. So bloody in fact, he knew the woman wouldn't survive. She did though, but while in recovery, took a lethal dose of poison to commit suicide since her mind was back the way it was supposed to be. Stryker watched Logan study his newborn daughters. He left the room not thinking anything would happen moving to his office.
Which was his mistake.
Logan made it to Toronto late that night. The older twin, he dropped off at a house of people he knew would take care of her. The younger twin however, he kept near him. He had bought a few things for the baby and now sat in the hotel room watching her sleep. He would have given her up, but he learned his mistake with his son, Daken. He wasn't about to pull this stunt again. But he could only keep one of the children, he was unable to raise two. He studied the child, seeing a tuff of brown hair on her head as he ran his finger gently down her nose.
She was so beautiful…
A name flashed in his mind that meant "most beautiful". He nodded his head as he thought of it and looked at her. "Kalista," he whispered. "My lil' Kalista." He seemed satisfied by this as he laid her down carefully and moved to lay down himself. "I won't make the same mistakes I did with your brother," he vowed to the sleeping baby. "I ain't too proud of that. But perhaps one day you'll get to meet him. And maybe you'll change his mind on us." He eased back closing his eyes.
He had no idea that this child he shared custody of. That this child had new powers sealed within her, tightly sealed that no one would know who she truly was. He had no idea she was his adopted daughter, not his biological one to begin with. The little sparkle had become this child's soul. The body she would inhabit would be a permanent loan.
And she wouldn't know the pain and suffering she would endure…nor her destiny.