Kali loved her new house.
She chose not to stay with Urahara, but to find her own home, She also sent her first paycheck to Itachi and Alison, along with the paperwork for a home. It was her gift to them, for all they have done for her. Plus she wrote Naruto to ask him permission for the family to leave Konoha, so that they wouldn't be missing nins again.
And the permission was granted.
Kali's room was blue. Light blue walls, matching curtains, and bedspread. She had pictures hanging on the walls, of people she couldn't remember. A desk was situated within the room with an iPad, a laptop, and other necessities. She had a television, a DVD player, whatever she liked in the room.
Every room had a bathroom, which was another plus.
Kay sat in Urahara's shop as she sipped some tea. It was a special day. For one, Yasha was having a "good day" today, meaning that Kali could take a small break from her. The hanyou had both good and bad days with her illness, the chemo causing a lot of bad days. The only side effect she's had so far was stunted growth, stuck at a small size for her age. To Sasuke's relief, she could still bear children, but he knew she would wait for now.
Yet chemo had it's downsides…vomiting repeatedly, as she felt so weak and tired, some days no strength to move out of the hospital bed. She knew she was dying, but she wasn't saying it to anyone.
Well, she thought she was until one night.
A month within her arrival, Yasha nearly did die. While feeling her life slip away, she felt herself within a warm embrace of flame. It wasn't the hell's flames that touched her, it was more like feathers. When she lifted her feverish head, she saw a bird. The bird was made of flames as they licked her skin painlessly. His red eyes gazed down at her as he nuzzled her cheek softly.
She blinked at this as she extended her hand toward the phoenix as his head touched her fingers. A glow came from this as he chirped and flew into her soul causing her to gasp and regain life once more.
That was the night before now. And she began to show some improvement, to the point she was a candidate for a bone marrow transplant.
The second good thing was Kali was about to venture into Soul Society for the first time ever, since the day she was born on that March day. It was to meet her true father, since he was in good health that day for her to come.
Kay hadn't arrived since that midnight that the two talked. Her own asthma spells had caught up to her and she was ill a week while her husband had one of his own bad spells that she stayed up all night to tend to. She seemed to understand his plight at times, even if they were stricken with two different aliments.
Kay looked up a moment hearing footsteps as she turned her head to see Kali. The half vampire was dressed in her normal clothes, but had changed the black jeans into a pair of blue jeans instead and her black combat boots seemed cleaner. Her brown hair was in micro braids down her back as she looked at her step-mother quietly.
"Sort of wished you dressed up," Kay admitted as Kali snorted.
"I'm a tomboy," Kali said seriously. "It's very rare I dress up. But he should see me as I am, not as I ain't."
"True," Kay said standing up. She walked to Kali and fixed the collar of her black duster. "Now, I want you to stay close to me. Do not move from my side. If Kamara comes, he's to stay as close to you as possible. When you meet Yamamoto, which is the first person you'll see there besides all the other captains, you're to treat him with respect and dignity. You're not to speak unless spoken to. The captains will ask you many questions. Answer them truthfully. Do you understand?"
Kali nodded. "I kinda figured that out," she said as she held Kamara's leash.
Kay nodded and opened the trap door to the bottom area. She began the climb down as Kali followed. She had to levitate Kamara down carefully to join them as she walked up seeing the gate and seeing Urahara there. He walked to her putting his hat on her head. "Go make us proud," he said.
Kali smiled nodding and stepped through the gate with Kay and into a whole different world.
Her eyes now filled with wonder as she looked around in shock. People looked so alive, living in different areas of the Seireitei. Some she saw lived in comfort, while others did not. It was a world she had originally been born into. Could she had been born poor? Rich? She had no clue.
Once she passed the gatekeeper, in which she was so shocked at his massive size and height, she found herself in the main Gotei 13. She could see shinigami stop and watch her pass as they walked by. She swallowed and soon saw the entrance to Squad 1, the meeting hall.
Kay stopped her. "Remain here for the moment," she said as she walked opening the door. She walked quietly up between the rows of captains and bowed on one knee. "I've brought her as requested, sir," she said.
Yamamoto nodded his head motioning her to rise as she moved to her husband's side. "Let us see this girl," he said. The doors swung open by the guards and there stood Kali with Kamara at her side.
At first, Kali seemed frozen. But she bid her feet to move as she took a breath gathering her courage and began walking slowly as she could feel the eyes of the captains on her. She let her eyes study each one, even seeing a wolf like one among them as she stopped in front of the seat where the General sat. She slowly bowed on one knee as she was taught.
"Kalista Logan," Yamamoto said. "Or should it be Kalista Ukitake?"
"Whatever suits you, sir," Kali said politely as she saw him motion her to stand. He studied her up and down. "How old are you now, child?"
"Nineteen, sir," she answered.
"One year since the seal was broken," he said. "An innocent baby born here, of one of those I consider a son. Therefore, I consider you my granddaughter. And as such, I welcome you, to the Seireitei and your second home. You can still live and work in the living world, but you will also need training."
"Sir, you intend to have her trained as a shinigami?" a female asked, her black hair in two paper braids down her front with huge rings at the ends of them. "It would be like training Kurosaki! She's more of a mortal than us!"
"Silence, Soifon," Yamamoto said sharply. He moved a scroll from nearby and handed it to Kali. "Please, read this out loud."
Kali raised a brow as she moved the ribbon and unrolled the yellowed parchment carefully. She licked her lips a moment. "May my words be written now upon my death," she read. "For I will be reborn, not of this realm, but when it's my time. And upon that time of my rebirth, you will know it is me when the one born to walk the line of life and death in light is awakened. She is me, here to bring the peace. Peace among the enemies among the damned, and peace among those who put me in an early grave." She could see one man lower his head, who looked like a sadistic clown, as she read these words.
"The words of Kayla," Yamamoto said. "Kayla was a young woman who died before her years. It was a prophecy she spoke over five thousand years ago. You possess the ability of pure light, do you not?"
She looked at him as she lifted her hand as a light began to glow from it, a ball of light forming in the palm of her hand. She studied it a moment. "You're half vampire…vampires are of the undead," he continued. "Therefore, you walk the line of life and death. Your light is pure. You are the reincarnation of Kayla. Therefore, you are the Chosen One."
Kali looked up alarmed. "Chosen One?"
"You will learn in due time," he said. "First things first…your shinigami side must be controlled for you to even live among the real world. "
"Sir, I have a friend I can't leave," she protested. "My sister…she's sick with cancer."
"We're aware of this," he said. "I didn't say you would train here all the time now, did I?" He seemed amused. "Today, you're being reunited with your family. Your training will also be in your world. Byakuya!"
Said man stepped forward. Kali felt a chill go down her spine. He seemed so emotionless, but she did find him slightly handsome. But she also felt an air around him, of a noble.
"Your lieutenant was successful with training Kay," Yamamoto said. "I want him to join her in training Kalista. Also…" His head turned to the other side. "Komamura, I believe soon you will need to appear before your great-niece. He has appeared to her and claimed her as his. Once she is well, her training will also begin."
The wolf man nodded his head. "Be it as you wish, sir," he said.
Kali blinked. "You're related to Yasha?" she asked causing him to chuckle.
"Yes I am," he said. "She's my great-niece through her biological father. I'm one of her grandfather's brothers."
She looked surprised. "I see," she said. She then heard a man chuckle as the faint ringing of small bells could be heard.
"I'd like to see how strong this chick is," a man with spiked hair with bells on each end of the spikes said. "She doesn't seem like nothing! I could finish her off with one finger."
"You like to brag too much," a smaller captain with white hair said as his green eyes shot the man a look. "I'm sure she could handle herself in a fight. She took down a menos grande all on her own."
"Like you'd know anything, squirt?" the man growled at the smaller one.
"I know a lot more than you think, Kenpachi," the boy shot back shutting the elder up fast.
Another man wearing a straw hat and had some pink jacket along with his own captain's coat seemed to chuckle softly. "I'm sure my goddaughter will be able to handle herself better than you believe," he chuckled. "She's made it this far after all and is a beauty to boot." He saw her face turn red as he smiled.
"Stop making her blush, Shunsui," another man said with long white hair and kind brown eyes. He smiled softly at her. Kay was at his side and this let her know this man was her father.
She slowly walked to him and looked up at him. She felt him take her shades off so he could see her entire face as she saw tears in his eyes a moment embracing her close to him as she could hear him cry. She shut her eyes as she slowly moved her arms around his neck holding him close as a tear of her own slid down her cheek, one of blood instead of clear.
To hell with what they said, she couldn't help feeling emotional at the moment.
And for the first time in nineteen years, she whispered the one word he had waited to hear her say: "Father."