Author's Notes I: Long time since the last update, but here it is. I've been getting a lot of reviews that pointed out the lack of fight scenes. I understand that, but like I said before: I was trying to break away from the usual norm Naruto/DxD fics usually have. I didn't do a very good job at it due to reasons *cough* super edgy character *cough* clichés *cough* harems *cough*, but the main point was to make the story character driven—something that worked surprisingly well in Raynare's case. I really should've expanded more on Akeno and Rias' backstories a bit more now that I look back. I also should've toned the edginess way down in the initial chapters. Lessons learned, a bit late but learned nonetheless.

No, I still don't own either of the franchises. I'm getting fucking tired of this shit!

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The onyx walls shone brightly despite the dim lights the torches gave, like polished mirrors of darkness, that showed their path to a murkier descent. Each step felt heavier, the moment was surreal. There would be blood tonight, and from that hope would be born. A dream would be kindled, and a price would be paid. An apt cost. A worthy sacrifice. Like cattle to butchers, Asia Argento was being led down further and further into a dwindling path of no return. Despite the fact that she was being led to her own demise, the nun strode forward with seemingly no worries. A bold attempt at bravery if Raynare ever saw one. Oh there was fear inside those jaded eyes, yes she saw it clearly. The desperate realization of the inevitable end, the revelation of death and all that followed afterwards. The regret of not being able to fulfill the desires that dwelled in the deepest corners of one's mind.

Raynare knew what it was like. The dread, the fear, the horror. She'd brushed with death before. Before she fell, the first time a pack of devils had cornered her was in Riga, a week before World War II began. A group of strays had been wandering around making false promises to people, and those gullible humans did their biddings for them. Being the young fool she was, Raynare had her group charge in. It'd been an ambush and that day she would've died, had her favorite brother not shown up. Metatron, the Voice of God, had been enraged and threatened to destroy the entire city by unleashing his divine aura. Raynare stopped him, back then her hatred for humans still existed, but hadn't soared to the great dizzy heights that made her fall. The Earth was her Father's creation, there was no need to destroy a part of it because some fools fell prey to their hearts desire. Perhaps she should've let him.

"Someone's inside the church," Kala said to her and the Fallen nodded. A magic alarm set off as Raynare's hand showed a purple glowing sign. It was rotating slowly.

"I'm not surprised," she replied, "Honestly expected our guests to arrive a bit sooner. Maybe they were being held back by something." Raynare, for reasons she was yet to figure out, assumed that Issei, fool that he was, perhaps gave himself a hype speech. That or jerking off to ease himself into the situation. 'Dating' him was a bit traumatic for her, in fact it was probably the fourth most horrid moment of her life, and she had them by the spades. The details the boy would go into regarding tits and his . . . hobbies were disturbing to her ears. She could never look at olive oil the same way again.

"You seem calm, Ray," Mittelt, the short-stuff blonde of her troupe, flew around like a careless child, smiling. "Aren't you a bit worried that Issei-kun and his friends will save the girl?" The loli did a fine job at mimicking her voice. It was infuriating. For a moment Raynare heard Dohnaseek cough. Once, twice, thrice.

"Oh fuck off," her response made Mittelt giggle like a child at a candy shop. Some snickers came from her side too. "You too, Kala?"

"No, I was just thinking of something else," Kala paused as they walked further into the Catacombs. "Issei-tan." This time Dohnaseek didn't hold back his laughter, and it echoed in the caverns.

"Honestly, Raynare," the fedora fetish loving Fallen friend of hers spoke in between the chuckles of her other comrades, "How you even said such a thing is still beyond me. That's unhealthy."

"That coming from the man who ate 97 pies in one day?"

"Maybe," Dohnaseek, the cheeky gluttonous bastard, smiled so purely that could an angel would bless him, "but I like pies. Especially corned beef pies. I think I'll go get some after this ordeal is done, or maybe a hundred. Limits are made to be broken after all."

"Of course you would. Food is all you think about."

"At least we don't think about vengeance all the time," Mittelt chipped in.

"Or dominating humans," Kala added.

"Or pissing off the man upstairs. Don't forget the lines she says before killing someone. 'Tell God, I said 'Fuck you'." Dohnaseek's impression made the group laugh, and the other four volunteering Fallen joined in on it. The two priests walking with them did not look that pleased. Freed looked away, not pleased he couldn't punish them for apparent 'heresy' and Abathar was smiling.

"You're quite lovely tonight, the lot of you," the six-winged Fallen commented. "You were so intense not too long ago, and now you're acting like you don't have a care in the world."

Raynare knew what he was trying to do, the condescending tone was clear. "Of course I am," she wouldn't let him have this moment. "We're finally going get what we wanted."

"Yes," Abathar wasn't done, "you are, and you'll do well to remember who gave you that chance. Lord Kokabiel grants gifts to those who serve well. I do have one question though."

"What is it?"

"The Devils. Gremory and her servants," he continued as they entered the main chamber. It was large, far too large for something beneath a church. Though given the old history, it was no surprise. "What happens if they cut through everyone we left above? What will you do when they try to take her away from you?"

Raynare looked at the girl who was slowing down with each and every step. She was just trying to delay it as much as she could. Futile resistance. The nun no longer wore the robes she'd came in; a white gown was all she had on now, white as the horse of death that would one day gallop past hordes of humans doing their best to hold on to the last vestiges of life. Raynare stepped forward, grabbing the girl by the hand as she led her to her final destination. Raynare's eyes remained fixed on the Sinner's Cradle. The black bed was flat, made from the finest onyx, used to purge vengeful spirits from man when they were possessed by a soul so damned that it would not leave the mortal realm. A sheet of black and crimson was spread over the Cradle; white ancient Enochian markings were scribbled intricately into it. Gleefully, she touched the cloth, her fingers rubbed over the etches and for a moment she thought she was but in a dream. A distant dream that would turn into the reality she'd been chasing for decades. It wasn't just her dream, it was Kala's and Mitt's and Don's.

She carried the weight of more than one life on her.

There was no way she was going to give this up, whether the enemy was the Gremory heiress, or Great Red himself.

"They'll die."

"All of them?" Abathar asked, the smile grew wider. Teeth sharpened like jagged blades, risqué and ruthless. "You'd risk a war with the Underworld for the sake of what you want?"

"Yes," Raynare said, she looked at her friends, the ones who stayed with her through it all—the thick and the thin. As if there was any other choice.

"Foolish. Brave, but foolish," the six-winged man remarked. "But, Lord Kokabiel does reward bravery. A mind like that is just what we need."

Raynare did not reply. Channeling the dark corrupted energy in her she created various sigils. All of them hung in mid air. Seventy-two pink circles burning with the passion inside her shone brightly, the color was getting darker. It looked like blood. From blood she would be reborn. The stage was set and she looked at key to her redemption. Asia Argento. Sweet, innocent, and a victim of circumstance. People like her didn't deserve to be on the planet. The way Raynare saw it, this was mercy. Mercy of sparing her from a hellishly disturbing life that lied in wait for her. After all, was it not mercy Yahweh showed the Greek Gods when He destroyed Poseidon? When the Sea God had threatened to sink all of Europe? If she was to be honest, the Fallen quite liked the blonde—for a human. She was what Gabriel talked about. This world would no doubt bring about her ruin. As an angel, it was her duty to save her. Well, it would be.

The girl was praying, again. It reminded her of something. Every time the nun would clasp her hands and poured all her faith into a prayer, it would make her remember. Of a girl who used to pray that way too. Whose faith was unshakable. Whose loyalty was unquestionable. Whose love for her siblings were pure.

"Still praying?" Raynare put her hand on the nun's golden locks. She should've asked what conditioner the girl used. "Still hoping God will save you?"

"Yes."

"Oh," Raynare couldn't help herself. "And who do you think He'll send to save you?"

"An angel." Raynare smiled. Not her usual cruel smile. The surprise on Asia's face was to be expected.

"Sweety," she led the girl to her final bed, "the only angel coming down here to save you is the angel of death."

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The moon was full and bright tonight. A mist of black painted the skies. Small, bright stars, blue and shiny, were clear as day. Clouds were drifting away from their destination, and Rias Gremory for the life of her could not get the agitation out of her. She'd run everything in her head; the Fallen were no problems, the rogue priest was no problem either, time, however, was. Time was the greatest enemy she'd ever faced, and she knew if they were too late, it would be a wasted effort. If only that scum Shemhazai hadn't taken this long to respond, he was probably trolling her no doubt. They said Azazel – the First of the Fallen (for those uneducated in the shady and terrifying ways of how Fallen Angels operate, it's the rank given to the leader of the Grigori; for more information available at the Desk of Doom in Grigori HQ) – was a mad man, not so much in the sense of world domination, but more along the lines of bat shit insane as he was considered something of a loony scientist and a troll of the highest order. Or so her cousin told her. Regardless, they could not at any cost fuck up.

More than one life was on the line tonight, and she wasn't losing any members of her Peerage. It was up to her, the King to save them. Tonight, they needed her lead them through the dark night.

"Rias," Akeno spoke and the Gremory looked at her. "What are you thinking about?"

"I just hope we're not too late," she said with a grave tone. Her eyes narrowed, and a bit of her power flared masking her in a red and black aura.

Akeno, her best friend, her aide, her sister, her Queen, spoke. "You're trying to show off, aren't you?"

A little bit, despite the seriousness of the situation, Rias couldn't help it. How could she not? One, she was confident in her abilities, her Peerage's and knew for a fact that nearly all the Fallen in the vicinity had one pair of wings. Issei, Kiba and Koneko would be able to power through them, the remaining ones, if a fair bit stronger, would fall victim to her and Akeno. More importantly, they were out to help a warrior get back his princess! This was about as shonen her life could ever get. Oh there wasn't enough background music in the world to help her get hyped up.

"You're a bigger weeb than I thought you were," Akeno chided, wagging her finger, midflight. "Seriously, this is why you don't have a boyfriend."

"Speak for yourself," Rias shot back, they were getting closer to the Church, crows were flying everywhere, scattering and fleeing from that place, "I've read your diary. Let me tell you this: no man will EVER allow you to do that thing to him with your heel."

"Oh my," Akeno blushed a bit, "I see you've been peeking into my diary again."

"As if you never did," the heiress said, "I still can't look at Mom straight when she brings up that every time we spoke." Though their talks had lessened over the years, probably due to the fact that, oh that her parents were trying to make her get married to a guy she despised with all the hatred in her being. She'd marry the son of a priest before him.

"Well, it's not my fault you just left it open like that. Besides," the Queen smiled innocently, the Devil she was, "what's a girl to do?"

"Respecting privacy would be nice."

"You sleep naked."

"Of course I do."

"You never lock your gate."

"Nobody will ever enter my room."

"I do."

"You're different. You don't-"

"I have your nudes."

Rias' brain stopped, aura flared, cheeks burned and eyes widened. "WHAT?!"

"Calm down," both of them landed on the ground, there were no guards around. But that didn't change what she said.

"When we're done here, we need to talk about those . . . pictures."

"Don't worry," Akeno assured her. "They're for my eyes only." Rias did not feel so assured. Akeno cast a spell, magic flew out of her hands and checked the area for countermeasures. There were none.

"They're sloppy," Rias commented.

"Or overconfident," Akeno added, licking her lips as she slowly smirked. "I think I need to teach them not to screw up like this."

"All in due time, let's go," Rias and Akeno, on leathery wings, rushed in through the door and the overwhelming retching odor of iron halted them in their paths. The smell of blood and grime and shit invaded their nares. Rias had killed before, stray devils, the occasional Fallen, and rarer beasts that beckoned for flesh. She'd shed blood, it was never easy, even now. However, she'd never enjoyed it. Akeno enjoyed inflicting pain, it was her sadistic nature to do so, murder was a different cup of tea.

What Rias saw made her clench her fists. Her peerage stood safe and sound—thank Lucifer. However, they weren't moving. They stood and stared like goats. Kiba looked intense with a sword in his hand, the blade's hilt clanked as his hands clenched; Koneko was trembling ever so lightly, the ever present face of being bored now replaced with a slightly worried face, sweat covered her forehead; Issei, the Pawn, the gutsy and risky one, looked a bit pale, his jaw open, shoulders slouched, and fists tightened, shaking, the Twice Critical in his hand grew red and dimmed over and over again. Slowly, her gaze shifted from them to what lied ahead. Bloody floors, severed limbs, twisted bodies spasming from excruciating pain. Bones jutted outwards from the joints of those who were victimized, red flesh with creamy white fat adamantly clung on to them. A head lied on the floor, one side of its face missing skin, flesh and nerves. A fallen angel crashed near her, his chest and abdomen whipped, beaten, scarred—a scarlet mess. Amidst all the rushing priests, scores of Fallen she saw him.

Blond hair matted with crimson liquid, his head and body swerving, twisting, dodging around the bullets, swords and light conjured spears that could end him with ease. Something flashed in his hand. Dark, metallic, the kunai in his hand spun slowly before shooting off to hit a man in his shoulders, burying itself deep. He didn't stop there, he kicked two men in the face, making them fly before crashing into the wall. A Fallen swept up behind him, spear ready in his arm, the perfect angle to stab someone in the back. The blond flipped in mid air, his hand gripped around the head of the Fallen. Then the fall came, the winged being's face met the solid floor intimately before ricocheting back, the head suffered another as the axle came down on the back of the skull. Bone crunched under the pressure, the nose bled like a fountain, and he remained there, prone and helpless.

Rias Gremory had seen many things. She'd heard stories of humans being so inherently strong, ones without blessings or Sacred Gears, that they could defeat fallen and devil alike. The young heiress had never believed any of that bullshit. No ordinary human could ever do that, not without a weapon. Yet, he proved her skepticism wrong. Fists, legs, a bloody kunai, that was all he had, and he was decimating everyone in his path. Enemies fell like flies, swatted away with the least effort, not being able to take more than one hit lest they want to lose their lives. Spears of light, bright and sharp, converged on him. Like a prey cornered. All of them missed him, as he kicked, punched, slashed his would-be killers.

"Kiba," she spoke, eyes not moving from the sight, "is that-"

"Yes, Buchou," came her knight's reply, she too knew he was staring straight at this scene. "Senpai entered before us and . . ." Rias couldn't blame him, or any of them.

She knew Naruto Uzumaki was dangerous, she'd known that ever since her first encounter with him. She just didn't know how much. Though this raised questions. Why was he here? He didn't seem the type who'd help them right away. As far as she knew none of them had called him. The redhead looked to her side. "Akeno did you call him here?" Her Queen's mind was too focused on the fight, if one could call it that. "Akeno."

"No," she said, violet irides fixated on the blond, concern and worry filled in them along with something else.

Excitement.

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As a child, she'd loved butterflies. Before her father turned his back, before her mother met her untimely end, before her family decided to murder her because of the vile blood that rain in her veins, Akeno Himejima was a normal child like any other. She loved all things cute and colorful, and the small yet majestic little creatures with colored wings that stole her imagination was her favorite. A part of her always wondered what it was like to fly, to spin and twist in air; a figure skater in air if you will. A dance of perfection with beating wings. Sadly, she had acquired them later. Not the way she wanted it, but it was all behind her.

Sad wings of destiny, however, drove her from becoming a normal person with normal issues and a normal life to turn into a woman flawed and filled with hatred for three specific things: that man, Fallen Angels and the Himejima clan. Sadism ran thick in her as much as her blood, a part of her thrived and enjoyed and loved inflicting pain on others; to see the anguish in one's eyes, the fear in their shaking forms, the hoarse grunts of pain from being victimized. Did it make her a freak to society? Yes, it did. Did she care? She never did. People would turn sooner on each other than one could blink. Why take others' opinions when they are going to be shit any way? Whenever she saw these things it made her excited, it made her tingle and quiver and shake with fervor, it made her feel alive. So alive.

Violence was an art. The scene before her was a masterpiece. Limbs twisted at awkward angles. Knees bent in ways they should not. Sounds of pain, bones snapping, flesh cut open and exposed to air, blood soaked the ground wet, bodies strewn apart like discarded dolls and hitting the floor and walls with an awesome display of brutality. Her heart was still beating and she let out a gasp, one of unbridled passion as she saw his forearm smash against the mouth of a Fallen, how the face rippled from the blow, how the jaw hung after being displaced, white teeth with drops of red liquid flew in the air. She felt herself getting warmer and warmer at the sight. However, the most beautiful thing in this brilliant scene was him. It was always him that took her attention the most.

Akeno Himejima wanted to walk forward. She wanted in on the fun, revenge on the scum that made her an orphan. That had been the plan all along. But now, she was in a trance, she stood mesmerized and hypnotized by his clinical display of dispatching all his enemies. Every strike, every stab, every slash aimed at arteries and veins that constricted movement. Every blow was powerful, concise, aimed at spots which would make one dizzy—she should know; Akeno had spent hours and hours of her life learning where things hurt the most. Her growing devotion to his dastardly dance came to a halt however. One Fallen had thrown a light spear at him, it was rushing towards the back of his neck, whiskers away from impaling his nape.

She heard herself scream his name, she felt her legs working on their own, her black wings blessed by the devils beneath unfurl and flap and glide as she rushed towards him. She had power, she had strength, she had the speed to save him. Never again was a Fallen fuck taking away someone important from her. Especially not Naruto. Rias was yelling at her, telling her to stop. She could not, would not ever stop. The spear's tip was just about strike him. It would end him. For a moment the world stood still as she watched him look at her.

Akeno froze.

They were back. The darkest blue she'd seen before. Blank and hollow, the blue eyes looked at her own and she felt afraid. There, however, was a change this time. Instead of the usual white sclera often streaked with red veins, she saw darkness. Pure pitch black. As if his very humanity had left him in that moment. Eyes were windows to the soul, and right now he only had one purpose. She saw it clearly in his eyes. Death. She saw death in his eyes. Before she could react, Naruto had turned around and grabbed the light spear. She stopped near him, his back facing her as the conjured weapon flickered and struggled in his hands, wisps of light flew in the hair like mutated fireflies. Then he tightened his hold and crushed it. A gust of wind and he was near the Fallen Angel, yanking him by the wing and throwing him onto the ground. His foot crushed its way into the Fallen's back, he held both the wings and was still tugging on them as the creature beneath him screamed.

"Freed Sellzen," Naruto spoke after a minute, "Where is he?"

"Fuck you!"

"Let me try this again," Naruto began to pull one of the wings upwards, towards him. The screams increased and Akeno witnessed his strength. Slowly, the baseline of the wings was beginning to strain. Muscle, skin, nerve began to tighten as the black feathered limb was being stretched further and further. She didn't want him to stop, they were her enemies and she was enjoying this side of him. So vicious and cruel and precise. Like clothes being torn stitch by stitch, the wing began to unglue itself from the back and the man was howling in pain.

"That's enough, senpai!" Issei, surprisingly, yelled out and Akeno looked at him with concern. Naruto's gaze befell him and the young boy shivered. How could he not? "That's too much."

"Why are you here?" Naruto asked, still slowly ripping the wing from the spine. "All of you."

"Stop it, senpai! Asia's been captured!" Issei, what a brave lad he was, explained. His hands were shaking and the gauntlet was glowing, if only lightly. Interesting. "We're here to save her!"

"Naruto," Rias spoke, her tone very cautious. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't want to get involved with anything we did."

"I didn't," Naruto said, his voice was a bit shaky, unhinged, "I didn't want anything to do with devils, Fallen angels, anyone. I'm here for one person and one person only. So my dear fallen angel," he directed his words to the victim beneath, "you better tell me where he is. Otherwise I swear to the God that kicked you out, you're going wish you were never born." And bones beneath wings could be seen, like thin dirty solid fingers, yellow with specks of red tendons attached to them.

"Please stop!" the Fallen cried out pathetically. "I'll talk! Please stop!"

"Where is he?"

"The Catacombs! The Catacombs beneath the church!"

"How do I get there?" Naruto released his hold on one of the wings, but still jerked at the one half torn from its body.

"There's a door behind the confessional. Please! Stop!" Naruto relented and let go of the wing, much to her disappointment. He was walking towards the next room. She followed. Walking past the litter of bodies he had wounded and broken. Despite her immense pleasure at the scene, her joy at his violent streak, his eyes worried her still. She reached out with her hand, she could feel Rias mentally telling her to stop. She accompanied him and nearly closed the door. She needed to talk to him.

Her hand slowly fell on his shoulders and he stopped mid-step. There was blood on her hands and she stiffened her grasp on him. "Naruto-kun," Akeno said, softly as she could.

"Not now," he said, "Don't stop me now."

"What happened?" Akeno was not one to judge anyone for murder. She had killed too. Her hands were no cleaner. Humans, however, she had never killed. What drove Naruto to kill that man? To sever his head like that? Everyone else in the church had severe wounds, some even mortal, but only one was dead. She thought she'd finally gotten through to him. That dank cold air about him had lessened, but now . . . it was the same thing all over again. He stood still. Not a word, it was just his breathing she heard.

"They killed Aria," Naruto said, finally looking at her. Akeno's eyes widened at the sight. Some tear jerked out of the corner of his eyes. Very small, but she saw it. She let him go. Aria had raised him. Aria had loved him. Aria was to Naruto, what her mother was to her. She understood what he felt right now, more than anyone else. He walked towards the wooden stall, opening the door where countless people had confessed their sins, cried out their hearts and lamented on their regrets. He pushed it to the side with one hand and she saw a black, old wooden door. Rustic and ancient, it creaked when he opened it.

It was dark inside, and he stepped through.

"Akeno!" Rias walked into the room and shook her. "What were you thinking? Didn't you see what he did? What if he did something to you? Huh?!"

Akeno, now calmer, looked at Rias. "Don't worry. He didn't. He wouldn't."

"Are you blind?" Rias' worry was genuine, Akeno appreciated that, but unnecessary. He was still Naruto, terrifying as he seemed at the moment. "Didn't you see his eyes? What he did to them?"

"He didn't kill any of them."

"Oh, okay. Explain the severed head, please."

"They killed Sister Aria, the one who raised him," Akeno had told her about the nun and she saw the look of shock on her King's face. "That person you were talking about, the one who got killed. It must've been her." The Gremory reeled back. Somewhere, Akeno knew that the redhead had found an awkward friend in Naruto, their arguments suggested that as well. The Peerage members did too, not as great as Issei though.

"Where is he?" Rias asked and the Queen pointed to doorway leading to the Catacombs. "We can't let him go alone." Akeno was sure he didn't need any help. Not with these Fallen. All of them had two wings, hardly a threat. Following her King's charge, the Peerage crossed the threshold. They would save Asia, they would get rid of the scum that infected the place, and when it was over, she'd help him. By any means necessary.

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He was no stranger to the dark. As a child it always scared him. Living alone in a modest apartment in Konoha, all by himself, the nights were always the worst. Fear of monsters under his bed, ghosts creeping out of his closet, other unsightly beasts haunting his dreams. Sometimes when a storm roared through the night, when winds howled, skies bellowed and rain thrashed the walls from all sides the house, he'd crawl under his blanket with a toy kunai—Old Man Hokage had gifted it to him—and with that small weapon in hand, he'd banish his inner demons and fears. There was nothing a ninja could do.

There was nothing Naruto Uzumaki couldn't do. Empty words and foolish lies.

One he said and failed to keep up to all the time. Even now with all his strength, he couldn't save one person he cared about. Perhaps this was karma, it had to be. He'd let those people die before, when he lied to himself that he didn't want to save those people from Fallen angels. Maybe if he'd saved Issei that night, Aria would've lived. Maybe if he hadn't been a fool all those years ago, in that Valley, he wouldn't have been this way. There never was anyone to blame, but himself.

Through the dark descending steps, he thought about it. He used to shout about being Hokage, but never did anything to improve himself. He wanted people to respect him, but acted like a megalomaniac stuffed on coke. He wanted to keep a promise to Sakura, but he wasn't strong enough to keep his word. Jiraiya told him to bring peace, he only brought destruction. The old prophecy was right. He had failed. Naruto failed every step of the way. Even in this world, his memories reminded him of his greatest failure. He'd done so many things to try and forget. The mind however was never at rest. Naruto was so tired of failing. So tired of letting himself, his people down he chose to stay away from them. Yet the cycle repeated itself.

For now, he would do the one thing he could do right now: kill Freed Sellzen.

The darkness began to clear, torches hung on the side of the walls, the onyx staircase went further and further. He was there. The priest. The man who took away the one person who cared about him when no one else did. Kushina and Minato had given up their lives to protect him from a then enraged Kurama. They loved him, he loved them, but beyond that he could never tell what it was like to be loved by parents as you grew up. He was sure of one thing though—Aria loved him like he was her own. And nothing could ever replace that.

Standing near a stony door, thick and strong, he tried to push it open but it would not budge. He breathed out and extended his arm. The palm opened before closing into a fist and he stopped for a second. How many years had it been since he had trained? How many years since he had last used this?

"It's easy, kid," the white haired pervert smiled widely. "Trust me, just because you haven't tried doesn't mean you can't do it."

He made his palm face upwards. "Remember. Power," chakra fizzled in his hands, slowly coming out of the skin as hues of blue formed. "Rotation," it spun, wildly, creating a noise that he hadn't heard in so long. "And finally . . . containment. Remember, power's nothing if you can't control it." The blue sphere came to life. It floated above his hand, bright and powerful as ever. The legacy of the Fourth, the gift of the Toad Sage . . . the technique he was known for to all.

"Rasengan," he murmured. The ghost of a word he hadn't uttered so long. For a moment he was twelve again, he was younger, it wasn't the stony wall he saw, it was Kabuto with his smug expression. It fueled him as he drove the spinning sphere of pure demolishing chakra. The solid standing slab never stood a chance as it was destroyed into a thousand smaller pieces, all flying inwards into the large room that lay before him. It reminded him of the stadium where he fought after going through the Forest of Death. Kunai clutched in his left hand he walked forward. He saw purple sigils, similar to Rias' ones, present a bit away from him above what he thought looked like a bed.

The girl was there, the nun, Asia Argento, the one who blessed him. She looked to be in pain. Beside her he saw her again. Raynare. The Fallen angel paled at his sight, her eyes widened and the symbols stopped glowing. She began to shake, no doubt remembering their encounter. Other Fallen stood beside them too. And few priests similar to the ones he'd beaten before coming down here. A man in a suit, with long hair, looked at him with faintest of smiles, as if he were glad. But they were nothing compared to the one Naruto had finally seen.

Silver haired, moderately tall, laughing at his presence and wielding a gun. "Woo hoo! Finally a fucker made it all the way and . . . wait. Who the fuck are you? You don't like one of Gremory's bitches."

"Freed Sellzen."

"The one and only," the man looked at him with distaste, "what the fuck do you want, kid?" Naruto walked forward. He heard Rias, Akeno and their team enter the room, behind him. He was heading towards where the group was huddled, they were on guard except the long haired man and Freed who smirked a bit. "Hey, you look kinda familiar kid. Your hair does. Met quite the lovely lass last night."

Running at a speed that gave him whiplash, Naruto grabbed Freed by the head as he stood in between them all. His fingers gripped around his head, slowly exerting more and more force. He wanted to crush his head from the inside out. "You're going to die for what you did."

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Author's Notes II: HAHA! How does that feel? Yeah, sorry. I wanted to publish this on the 20th, cause you know 12 months, 12 chapters. Holy hell, it's been 2 years since I joined, and about a bit more than a year since I started my (what little there is) improvements on writing. Seriously, this may not be my most well written chapter, but when I compared the first chapter of "Uchiha Prodigy" to this . . . it's been a trip. No, I have not stopped writing. I'm just busy. I think I'll write one more chapter for this story next month and one chapter for "How Naruto Screwed with History" in December. It won't be until January or February that I get some free time for writing again. As always, read and point out the flaws—make sure to review properly. My writing style changed because of reviews, but don't ask or suggest things about the harem. Please, don't. Just focus on the story. Thank you. Until next time.