Naruto Uzumaki, the One-Winged Fallen Angel

Written By: Rave Rose of Twilight

Warning: I don't own Naruto or DxD.

Chapter One: The Fall of Naruto Uzumaki

It was yet another glorious day in Heaven. Angels, both men and women alike, we're walking down the golden streets to their jobs or from them. One particular angel seemed to stand out from the rest. He had a healthy tanned skin tone with bright blue eyes and spiky golden hair. He wore a burnt orange shirt, a simple pair of blue jeans, and black boots. He looked around with a grin etched on his face and his eyes slightly closed as he absorbed the happiness that surrounded him. However, contrary to his outward appearance, deep within his heart laid a troubled soul. Several angels waved his way or sometimes even bowed to him, but he simply returned the gestures.

His name was Naruto Uzumaki and he was the last seraphim given life by God himself, though his birth was at a very troubling time.

As he walked up to the home of the Seraphs, he couldn't help but worry about what he was about to ask and just who he was going to ask. Naruto was an incredibly friendly individual and easily made friends wherever he went. Out of his family, Naruto got along best with Gabriel and Uriel, two of his favorite siblings. He got along easily enough with Michael, though his work often kept the two from connecting.

"Naruto," called a warm and welcoming voice. Naruto looked up and smiled to his older brother.

"Good morning, Michael," he replied kindly.

Michael looked at Naruto, confusion etched upon his brow. "What's wrong, Naruto," he asked carefully. Naruto sighed and his smile turned into a weary look that did not suit him.

"I've been having strange dreams lately," Naruto replied, slightly unsure what to say to his older brother. "I was actually on my way to see Metatron about them. Maybe she could shed some light on them."

"Are you sure," the eldest Seraph asked. "I have time to listen to you before I begin my duties again."

"I really appreciate that, Michael, but I don't think even you could help me make heads or tails of this. I must speak with Metatron. As the official voice of Father, maybe her insight would prove beneficial on this matter." Michael nodded. "But I promise that when I find out what they mean, you'll be the first I tell."

Michael smiled at his younger brother and ruffled his spiky hair, getting a pout from the youngest Seraph, before leaving to attend to his duties.

Naruto sighed sadly. Ever since the death of their Father and Naruto's birth on his deathbed, Michael had been taking over their Father's duties, assigning their two other brothers and their sister to their own duties. As he made his way to the home of Metatron, Naruto couldn't help but feel apprehensive of the meeting about to take place. He approached the door and raised his hand to knock, but the door swung open revealing Metatron in her glory and splendor.

Her smile was absolutely dazzling that it made even Gabriel's pale in comparison. She had long red hair that fell down in a sheet of crimson and her eyes were a beautiful, hazy violet. "I've been waiting for you, Naruto," she said in a tone that sent a shiver down his spine. Her voice was nothing less than melodious and made even the hymns sung by believers sound like nails on a chalkboard.

"Hello, Metatron," he said meekly, hanging his head low, but she cupped his jaw and raised his head, allowing their eyes to connect.

Contrary to popular belief, Metatron was not a towering male, but a flawlessly beautiful woman. Compared to Naruto's 6 foot stature, she stood at around 5 feet 7 inches. Also unlike many of Heaven's current residents and popular belief, Metatron never wore clothes. Her beauty was so remarkable that clothes would only hide her remarkable beauty and would burn whenever they touched her body. Thankfully, her hair was long enough that it protected her modesty from the eyes of those who visited her.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Naruto," she said with a giggle. "I don't mind if you look at me. Only you are allowed to see me like this. After all, you are one of my most precious people in this world. I trust you."

"I know, but it doesn't make it any easier when I need to speak with you about important matters like the ones I have troubling me," he remarked, causing her to giggle even more.

Metatron guided him inside, shutting the door behind them, before guiding him to her couch. She sat down first and allowed him to rest his head in her lap. From his position, he could see her every curve in great detail. "So what is troubling you so, Naruto," she asked.

Naruto took a deep breath before relaxing it as Metatron brushed her hand through his hair. "My dreams have become more detailed than before," he started. "At first, they were just dreams. Images of Father sitting in his throne room with Lord Jesus at his side. But now...now the throne room is empty save for his precious weapon, Osiris, gifted to him by Lord Osiris of the Egyptian Pantheon to assist in the battle against Trihexa. Sometimes, I swear that I can even hear whispering in my ear during these dreams."

If Metatron was stunned, she did not show it. "What do these whispers say?"

"They tell me to take up Osiris," he said.

"Who do you believe speaks to you in these dreams," she asked.

He hesitated. "I truly think it is Father speaking to me through my dreams."

"Then why are you here," she asked with a smile.

"Because it is forbidden to lay hands on Osiris," Naruto remarked. "Not even Michael has laid eyes on it since it was hidden within His throne room. Only one has dared to attempt such a thing and his hand withered to skin and bones upon touching it. Since then, it had been hidden."

"And yet, these dreams have shown you where it rests, did they not," she asked, getting a weak nod in response. "Then I am sure Michael would forgive you if you explained what you have explained to me. If it truly is Father speaking to you, then I believe you have received his blessing to take Osiris as your own."

Naruto nodded, but just as he was about to sit up, he felt a pair of tender lips press against his own. It was a chaste kiss, but it left Naruto breathless. "They say that a woman's first kiss is a precious thing and one should not give it away freely save to the man she loves above all," she whispered into his ear. "Though I am the voice of our beloved Father, I am not as immune to matters of the heart." Naruto moved to open his mouth, but words would not come out. "There will come a day when you will understand the gift I have given you and on that day, we will be reunited. But remember these words, my beloved. Father does not allow things to happen without reason. Keep His word in your heart and let the light guide you on your path."

Naruto had no other words, but he embraced Metatron warmly before leaving her home with a heart full of warmth and a mind ripe with turmoil. As he walked toward Michael's throne, where he guided the true believers, he saw him working.

"Brother," Naruto called out. Michael turned to him with a brilliant smile, set down his quill and the paperwork he was working on, and approached his youngest sibling.

"Naruto," he said joyously. "How wonderful to see you again. How was your visit with Metatron? Did she make sense of your dreams?"

Naruto nodded and began to explain in detail their conversation, leaving out the part where Metatron gave him her first kiss. As he went deeper into how they interpreted his dreams, Michael's face had taken a serious expression. By the time Naruto finished, Michael now looked conflicted.

"And you are certain of this," he asked. "Father truly spoke to you?"

Naruto nodded fiercely. "After speaking with Metatron, I've never felt so sure of anything in my life. I am sure that it was His voice that I heard in my dreams and He gave me His blessing to take Osiris from its resting place."

Michael bit his lip and continued to ponder the conundrum he was currently faced with. "Very well," he replied. "I believe Father meant for you to carry it and he believes that you are ready. I shall inform Lord Jesus Christ about this. If you can take hold of it without your hand withering, then it truly means that He has chosen you to wield it."

With those words, the two parted ways. One to speak with Jesus and the other to set foot into the chambers of his Father. Naruto's six sets of wings, denoting his position rather than his level of power, took to the skies with the grace of a swan and the speed of a mockingbird. Within moments, Naruto touched down in the resting place of Osiris. The temple that was watched over by Raphael and his honor guard. As he set foot inside, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders and warmth radiated through his body. Was this the work of his Father, the youngest Seraph asked himself before continuing on down the halls. As he approached the case that held Osiris within, he could feel a sense of nervousness come over him. This was just as he had seen in his dreams, though the words of his Father were not echoing in his ears.

He slowly closed his eyes and grasped the handle of the case. "Precious Father. Architect of Heaven and Lord of All Creation. Please. If this is your will, then guide my hand and allow me to claim the gift You have seen fit to give me."

He opened the case and slowly, but confidently, took the handle of the scythe in his hand. Rather than his hand withering, his body was filled with a powerful sensation that felt ready to burst forth from his body. He fought back the urge to cry out by biting his lip. It felt like ages before he could feel anything properly again. He opened his eyes and saw that he had fallen to his knees. He fought to stand back up, but did so, only using Osiris to steady himself. Dizziness filled his mind and eyes.

He looked to the hand holding Osiris and was glad that it had not withered and turned black as night as rumors had depicted the last one who tried to take hold of it. He was startled when it glowed a bright white before the light infused with his hand and the mirror behind him glowed slightly. Between his shoulder blades rested a tattoo-looking mark that looked like a sword piercing a circle with three lines on each side that made them look like wings. Just as he was about to leave, he found his arms and legs bound by golden chains that forced his wings to appear.

Out from the shadows, a familiar figure stepped out and into the light.

He had short cut black hair and wore a white suit of armor similar to the kind the Knights Templar wore. On his side in its sheath was a sword, his Holy sword known as Burmanus.

He shook his head sadly, but the smirk on his lips could barely contain how much he enjoyed this. "Of all people to break the law against touching Osiris, I never once believed it would be you, dear brother," he said in mock sorrow.

Naruto narrowed his eyes toward his least favorite brother. "Release me right now, Raphael," Naruto barked to his older brother. "Michael gave me permission to get it."

"Then why have I not been informed of this," he asked sarcastically.

"Because he went to find Lord Jesus to confirm it," Naruto shouted as he tried to fight his bindings. "My hand has not withered from its touch. Father Himself spoke to me and gave me permission to take it as His final gift."

"So now you claim to speak to the dead," barked Raphael, laughing in Naruto's face. "How much blasphemy must spew from your mouth before you become Fallen, baby brother?" Suddenly, a wicked grin sprouted from his lips. "Better yet, allow me to do the honors."

Raphael moved toward Naruto's back and drew his weapon. As Naruto struggled, he felt a great pain break through his back. He released a hellish cry as he felt metal slowly carve through his back. He looked down and saw one of his wings lying on the ground, coated in his own blood. Raphael grinned as he carved another wing from his brother's back, earning him even more pained screams. He continued to slice through each wing until only one was left. Each wing was soaked in blood which was falling from his back and pooling around his feet.

Raphael buried his sword into the ground before tearing a massive hole beneath Naruto that led into an ocean on the Mortal Plane.

"Goodbye, brother," he whispered into Naruto's ear before the chains released him, causing him to fall to Earth. The lone wing on his back began to change from white to black as fire enveloped him as he crashed toward the massive ocean below.

However, just before he made impact with the water, he was saved by a blur of white fur. His vision hazy from blood loss, he was barely hanging onto consciousness. He tried to open his mouth, but nothing came.

"Hush, young angel," called a heavy voice. "Do not fall asleep lest you die. If you can still hear me, my Lady has seen your condition and sent me to recover you. Just stay calm and continue to cling to life."

Naruto did as he had been asked as the furry creature beneath him, the one that likely saved his life, darted across the ocean and toward an island with a cave within it. As it landed, Naruto felt his body fall to the ground, but was caught. He could not see her face, but the grip she had was delicate, yet strong.

"Be at ease, young angel," she whispered. "When you wake, you will be healed. Then...you will be able to answer my questions."

Before he knew it, Naruto had fallen asleep, no matter how hard he tried to keep his hold on consciousness.

He didn't know what was happening. All around him, buildings were standing tall, but fire had charred the earth beneath his feet. People roamed the buildings like they were in a zombie-like trance. Their eyes were empty and devoid of life. For some reason, Naruto looked up into the sky and saw a shadowy figure with several glowing crimson eyes looking down at him. The pressure it was putting out was unbearable, but he did not waver. He summoned Osiris and stood tall against the near unstoppable menace. He was alone, but not powerless. He summoned his wing and lunged toward the figure. It was going to be the final battle. The battle to determine the fate of the world.

Naruto shot up, his white scythe in hand with the blade against the throat of a smiling woman with flowing black hair tied into a bun wearing a crimson kimono and a white wolf by her side. She looked like the perfect Japanese beauty, though the terminology for someone like that escaped him at this moment.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, young angel," she said as her wolf companion growled at him. "You took quite the fall for one as young as you. What caused you to fall from your pantheon?"

Naruto swallowed the lump in his throat before drinking from the glass of tea offered to him. "How long," he asked weakly.

"Two weeks," she responded simply enough. "During that time, I've been tending to your wounds. Now, if you could answer my question…"

"I did not fall willingly," Naruto growled. "After going to retrieve the gift my Father left me in several dreams over the past decade, one of my older brothers betrayed me. Rather than wait for our eldest brother to tell him that he allowed me to take the gift, he carved off all but one wing and threw me to the mortal world."

"So what do you intend to do," she asked curiously.

Naruto sighed, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know," he replied.

"Then...why not stay here for a while," she offered. "Clearly, you might not be welcome back in the Christian Heaven since you have Fallen and while you are indeed young, I can still sense that you harbor a lot of Holy power. I can help you learn to harness it."

"My apologies, but I don't believe we've introduced ourselves," Naruto said before bowing to the woman. "Naruto Uzumaki, youngest Seraph of Heaven now a One-Winged Fallen Angel."

She put a hand up to her mouth and giggled into it. "Oh my. You're right. Where are my manners? My name is Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun in the Shinto Pantheon."

Naruto's eyes widened and he bowed even further. "Forgive me for my rudeness earlier, Lady Amaterasu," he asked formally, causing her to giggle even more.

"Please don't bow," she asked. "You have come back from a very trying time. It is understandable. And call me Ami. I get so few visitors anymore and do not have many friends among those who do visit." Naruto raised his head. "I want to train you to help harness your potential. You said it yourself, you are the youngest Seraph and due to the war between your Pantheon's three factions growing cold, you were never expected or needed to train to fight like your older siblings. It wouldn't do to have an untrained Fallen wander the Mortal Realm, especially a young Seraph, and being a Goddess, I am familiar with using Holy power."

"It would be an honor to learn from you, Lady Ami," he said, but she waved him off.

"Just Ami. No Lady or any such formalities," she replied.

"Very well, Ami," he hesitantly responded, causing her to smile.

"I healed your wounds as best as I could," she informed, summoning for him to inspect his back with. He summoned his wing and noticed that it was much larger and longer than the average wing Angels possessed. Where he once had nubs from his other wings, now nothing remained. However, that did not mean that his back was free of the scars. Where his wings were situated was now scar tissue. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. A constant reminder of how Raphael betrayed him and how he ended up in this situation. She walked up to him, wrapping him in a warm embrace while her fingers danced across the scars on his back. "I wish I could have healed everything, but you got here just a little too late for that to be a possibility."

"It's fine," he said, turning his head away. "I'm not worried about scars."

She smiled and released him from her arms. "I'd be worried if you were so vain. Now come. We're going to get some food in your belly before we begin your training."

Naruto nodded, eager to start training with his new friend and a powerful Goddess. This was a start in his journey to discover the truth of why his brother acted the way he did and the start of a new life.