Notes:

1. The word 'Kami'(神) here is not being used as 'god' but more on natural forces, spirits or essence. I don't practice Shinto so any mistakes are due to ignorance, not disrespect. I only have Wikipedia as a reference.

2. There will be minor crossovers with Naruto and Hell Girl but mostly in flashbacks and all the major events will happen in the Justice League universe.

Prologue: The End and a New Beginning

"The only destiny that everyone shares is death." I remember having those words said to me once. They were from a boy who believed that everything had already been decided by fate and destiny. He was one of the most stubborn people I've ever met; so much so that I literally had to beat it into his skull that destiny and fate aren't set in stone.

Of course, I knew that everyone's time would come sooner or later. I also knew that some of my precious people would not make it when the Fourth Great Shinobi War started. Nearly everyone I cared about died in that war. Iruka-sensei, Kakashi-sensei, Sakura and countless others died before the war ended. Those that survived past the war saw nothing left to live for. The land in all the countries would not let plants grow. The waters would quench neither thirst nor fire. Everything was dying of sickness and no one, not even Tsunade, the best medic in my world, could cure them. The last of our greatest minds discovered that the power Obito unleashed to revive the Jūbi unbalanced the world so greatly that the connection between everything and kami was severed. People lost hope and slowly died one by one until finally, I was all alone.

During the war, the Jūbi was resurrected. I was grateful that I had prepared for it as the Jūbi would have destroyed everything that stood in Obito's way. I sealed it inside myself just as the Rikudō Sennin (Sage of the Six Paths) was said to have done and absorbed it fully to make sure no one could get their hands on it ever again. It was quick but the pain made it feel as if several eternities stretched into those few minutes. The stress caused my hair to turn silver and my body to change. Because I became the Jūbi, I was given a type of invincibility. There was so much power, much more than what the Kyūbi had, and I never felt more alive. Injuries could be healed in a fraction of the time it used to and even limbs regenerated or could be reattached without the use of a jutsu. With the new power I had, I killed Obito easily and was given the name Kami Kirā (God Killer). However, I paid a terrible price for that power. I couldn't die and I was forced to watch as everyone slowly wasted way.

It had been months since I had seen a living person. I amused myself with playing with the power I received as the new Jūbi in an attempt to distract myself from the guilt, loneliness and pain. I learned that I could perform any elemental jutsu as easily as if I had an affinity for all of them. I could even generate any element I needed with just my chakra alone.

And yet... there was nothing for me to fight for... nothing for me to protect.

The last person I buried was a stranger. It was the first time I've seen his face and I didn't even know his name. Yet I still buried him like I did with so many others. It was his face that was on my mind as I trekked up the beaten path that would lead me to the ruins of the Hokage Monument. There were chunks missing from the faces of the five Hokage and great trenches were scattered here and there. I stared at the smoldering remains of what was once a beautiful shinobi village. I sat against a dead tree as I watched the sun set. It gave off a blood red color and spread it to whatever it touched. I remember thinking if I should throw myself off the mountain or commit seppuku to join everyone I loved. My grip on my katana was slack as I idly took it out of its sheath. Though, I made no move to kill myself yet; something simply told me to wait. I must have fallen asleep since I remember floating in nothingness. There was no up or down as far as I could tell. I simply floated when a voice spoke to me. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. All I knew was that it was the most wonderful thing I've heard at that time: the voice of another.

"There is no more hope in this world," it said. I knew already knew that. "Kami cannot be erased from existence yet this world can no longer be used to house Kami." I simply listened to the voice, not caring what it was talking about. "You shall house Kami and be given a new existence in a new world." After that was the most excruciating pain I've ever imagined. It was many times worse than what I felt when I absorbed the Jūbi. I would have given anything to escape the pain yet I knew that I had nothing to give. Just as suddenly as it came, the pain went away. I dimly saw a bright light shine on me before a great force threw me towards it. As I entered the light, I was assaulted with lights and colors of all kinds. It made me sick to watch them pass by. I vaguely heard the voice say that my destiny wasn't to die before I passed out.

When I came to, there was a roof over my head and I was on a thin mattress and covered by a patched up blanket. An elderly woman came and said that she found me unconscious in her field two nights ago. She went on about how she was worried that I wouldn't wake up until now and how her neighbors kept pestering her to see me as my silver hair and purple eyes were unknown to any of them. I didn't answer her questions with more than a nod or shake of my head nor did I answer any questions about myself before she found me and she seemed fine with that. I didn't say a word until I grasped her sleeve one day. "Arigato gozaimashita, Obaa-san (Thank you very much, Grandmother)." Her smile lit up the small hut she lived in better than any candle. She gave me the name Tsukiko since my hair and skin reminded her of the pale moonlight.

I learned everything about the new world that I'm in from her. How people feared samurai almost as much as they fear the monsters that roam at night. How the country I'm in was essentially ruled by daimyō and the shōgun while the emperor was a little more than a figurehead and so much more. I spent years with her. She treated me as if I was really her granddaughter and helped me avoid the men who wanted me to marry them. The day she died hurt as much as the death of my friends from my old world. I left days after her burial. I encountered a number of odd people though there were only three that became my closest companions. Though the smiles I used to give freely came rarely since Obaa-san died, I found myself smiling whenever my friends are with me.

The last thing I saw in my old world was a blood red sunset that colored the world in that same shade. In my new home, with my new friends, I shall make sure that I shall never see the world in that color ever again.