So, this is my first story. Keep in mind that I am not a good writer, nor have I ever written anything before this. Everything you see here - in terms of writing - was the result of me reading fanfics written by Neoalfa, Legend of the Kyuubi, cywsaphyre, knuckz, nanome and Rifat. Also, my knowledge on DxD is a bit…limited, partially because it's a flawed thing to begin with. Anyways, be prepared for OOC-ness, NTR-ishness, and apathy. Don't forget the one-sided harem. Oh so much emo-ness in this fic. Woe is me indeed. Such angst. Much pain.

PS: I'd like to thank Reain for making a story like "Through the Eyes of" which was an immense influence on this story.

I don't own Naruto or DxD. If I owned either, I'd make Naruto the main character of Sexy Booby Busty Devils after both he and Sasuke died in the final battle – which is how it should've ended.

"Are you just going to give up?"

"…There's nothing left."

"But-"

"Kurama, you and I both know that as long as I'm alive…it will never end."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. The Toads agreed to let you and the other Tailed Beasts live among them, as long as you don't eat them."

Nothing more was said between them. Only the silence, which itself held more answers.

"You'll die, you know that right?"

"I'm going to die one day, regardless of what I do. Everyone's dead. Sasuke saw through to that."

"It's been one year, Naruto. It wasn't your fault."

"Enough," the blond finished. His voice tired. Eyes dulled to a deathly blue, as he brought his hand near his stomach, where the seal lied.

"This is it then," he said.

He could finally get it over with.

He was a failure.

Everyone died, and his attack took the half responsibility in killing all the shinobi trapped inside the woven God Tree.

At last, he'd be free.

"Kai," he said, as he twisted the seal on his abdomen and then came the pain.

"Uzumaki! Pay attention!"

Blue eyes opened, slowly, reluctantly.

They looked up and stared at the man who screamed. Shido was his name, a man who hated him. Along with so many others.

"Sorry, sensei," he said.

Impassive. Uncaring.

"Be sorry when you become a bum," Shido replied. "Honestly, this the third time you fell asleep this week."

"It's the job," he replied, his blond unkempt hair flickering as he raised his head. "Not all of us have people to lean on."

He didn't say anything further. There was no need. It was funny to him.

He was orphaned barely an hour after he was born. He died an orphan. He was reborn in a new world as an orphan.

Naruto Uzumaki mentally chuckled, laughing at his fate.

Yes, he – the man who flipped off destiny on every turn – finally admitted defeat in the face of fate.

Neji would be spitting on him. Sakura would punch him. Kakashi would crack a wise-ass comment. Hinata, the sweet girl he ignored for the better half of his life, would probably do her best to help him. Shikamaru would say something to break him out of his shell. Sai, the emotionless dolt, would've helped with his awkward socializing skills. His parents would probably frown at him, his mother would more like rip him a new one. Jiraiya and Tsunade would've…well they would've done something.

But they weren't around. No one was around. He was alone.

He sort of understood what Sasuke meant now. Being alone was a luxury people like him craved after losing everything that meant the world to them. A part of you died with them.

It was better when he was alone.

Naruto Uzumaki realized how much of a scathing hypocrite he was back then.

Sighing, he grabbed the pen and started jotting down notes. He didn't want to hear Shido's obnoxious voice again. It irked him. The barely contained whispers his so-called classmates muttered didn't help his case.

Just a bit more, he thought. Then I can finally walk away from them.

If he didn't fall asleep that is.

"Well," a beautiful redhead said, her figure built with sin. "Have you picked up anything, Koneko?"

"Pervert smells like a dragon, Buchou" a bland, monotonous reply came from a petite, fifteen year old girl. She was far too small for someone her age.

"So our hunch was right," the redhead said. Hope rising in her at her proved hypothesis, "And what of the Fallen? Is she still dating him?"

"Yes," Koneko replied.

Just as usual.

"And you managed to put a flyer on him?" she asked and saw the petite girl nod. "Good. That'll be all, Koneko. Make sure to be here tomorrow."

The redhead said and went back to observing the paper in front of her. She heard the noise of footsteps drawing away from her and a routinely 'Goodbye, Buchou' from the girl, she waved back.

Rias Gremory was not nothing if not determined. She was her own person. A High Class Devil. A young woman who wanted to control her own fate. A proud otaku, even if she liked to hide that.

But she would not let such an attempt slip away from her.

From what she learned, Issei Hyodou was… a simple man. He saw boobs, he liked them. One dimensional, a pervert and above all, a person she could persuade. Having seen how the perverted boy rarely received any form of affection from the opposite sex, she wasn't surprised when a Fallen Angel – a voluptuous female one at that – had asked to be his 'girlfriend' and happily accepted.

Yes, he would be useful.

Rias wasn't cruel. No, she was a Gremory and when he did die tonight, she would make sure to bring him back to life. She would treat him like a friend, instead of a servant as she did with all the other members of her Peerage. Right now, she needed to manipulate the boy. She needed his strength.

To break free from the shackle known as Riser Phenex.

Under no circumstances would she marry that arrogant, sexist, whoring, misogynistic pig.

She saw him every day, well each day he came to school.

He was always bored, or was at the very least pulling off a great performance.

She had her eye on him ever since he joined two years ago. Always the same thing with him. He barely talked to anyone, even avoided people when they tried to speak at length with him. He always had excuses, his fox, his toad, his cat, his raccoon, his beetle. So and so forth.

Always ready with an excuse to move away from people.

As the bell rang, the everyday drama took place. The teacher leaving, the students cheerily getting up from their seats, smiling and loquaciously moving out of the room.

All of them.

Except him.

He was asleep…again.

She had to wake him up. She was class representative after all. Slowly getting up, she walked with her normal regal pace. She was glad there were no worshippers around at the moment. While she did enjoy the exalted status, the adulation, the praises to a certain limit – everyone had their limits.

She was bored ever since the first year. There was nothing mildly that interested her, except her friend's freedom.

Until he appeared.

Naruto Uzumaki.

The delinquent.

The hobo.

The future dropout.

But to her…he was so much more.

"Uzumaki-san," she chirped. Her voice, honey. Her smile, a gift for men. "Class ended. You don't want to be left behind now, do you?"

She heard a groan as he got up. He rubbed his eyes and leaned back into the chair. A yawn escaped his lips and finally, she saw it.

Those lifeless blue eyes - dark and dull and empty.

The pain hidden so carefully behind those darkened orbs.

It made her shiver.

"I see," she heard him say. He didn't even look at her as he got up, "Thanks…I guess."

She wasn't surprised.

He was always like that to her. Since she stopped talking animatedly to him. She was perhaps one of the few who ever spoke with him length, and even after two years she knew so little about him.

Orphaned. Raised alone. Somehow getting a scholarship, a lucky pick she assumed. Slightly attractive, if he didn't have that look on his face.

And always, alone while suffering in the small bubble he made around himself.

"Uzumaki-san," she said, putting on her best smile. A full blooded man would melt at the sight. "Would you like to get some lunch together some time?"

"No," he said immediately.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Really sure?"

"…"

He walked away. He didn't even bother to spare her a glance.

This act alone, made Akeno Himejima that much more interested in the mystery she called Naruto Uzumaki.

Perhaps fate hated him.

Or at the very least had some sort of grind against him. It had to. Here he was sitting in the park, leaning against the tree and enjoying a sandwich under a pale moon, in a park with no people and just nature.

The only perks of Kuoh Town.

Yet, trouble tore through the lands, searched under every rock and shook every branch until it found him again.

He had seen these…crow winged people before. He even went out of his way to avoid them. Maybe he enjoyed the sandwich too much.

Regardless the mood was ruined now and even from afar he could see them.

"Will you die for me?"

He heard that a few moments ago and then saw how the boy, seemed a bit familiar, was stabbed in the shoulder with a pink…something. Naruto didn't want to assume given the awkward shape the light conjured weapon had. He could still save the boy.

Maybe he could sleep with a clear conscience. He did let these crows kill people before.

Then again, it had nothing to do with him. So he slowly got up and began to walk away, until he stepped on a broken twig on the grassy ground.

"Who's there?"

He resisted the urge to sigh as he brought his hand to massage his forehead. He heard a squelch, a croak, some choking and wings flapping. Soon enough the crow lady was in front of him.

In his opinion, while the outfit was lust inducing and showed off her figure, it killed the mood.

Whatever, speck of seriousness that built up in him, faded when he noted her appearance.

He closed his eyes in frustration.

"Who are you, human?" the crow woman asked, that pink light tube present in her hands.

"Just someone who really wants to be left alone."

"Well," she said, a horrendous smile promising murder formed on her face.

Naruto didn't even bother to hold back the sigh.

"Please go away," he said, taking away the crow's chance at speaking. "I really don't want to do this."

"Is that arrogance I hear?" she sneered. "It doesn't matter really. In a few seconds, you'll be dead like that boy."

"That explains the smell," he replied, noticing the repugnant smell in the air.

His nocturnal meal was officially ruined now.

"Don't worry, you'll be doing the same very soon."

"Before we do this," Naruto said, "mind telling me what you are?"

"Raynare," she replied, much to his chagrin. Honestly the woman had no tact. "Your personal angel of death."

He had to close his eyes at that.

Death?

Was he afraid of death?

He didn't know anymore.

He had died once. It wasn't that bad. A short unsealing, a rhythmic decrease in his heartbeat, the chilling cold that took over, and finally a sudden drop into darkness.

Still, he couldn't resist…

"Angel? I think you're mistaken, crow," he said, his blue eyes seeing how fury settled on her features. "That's just the way I see it. With those discount, raven plucked wings."

"You dare mock my wings?! You worthless Adamspawn," she howled and the boy opened his eyes.

"What wings?"

Rias Gremory heard his wish.

He wished to see a beautiful woman before he died. She could grant him this wish. Kneeling down in front of the boy, she let him drink in her appearance.

There were worse ways to go out. She saw how his eyes became excited at her appearance, her chest particularly, and finally saw that light fade from his eyes.

Issei Hyodou was dead and she brought her Evil Pieces. She would resurrect him. In turn he would gain a long life, strength and would help her in breaking this chain that bound her.

Yes, everything was going according to plan.

"Chess pieces?"

"Yes, they…" fear gripped the Crimson Ruin Princess. The voice came from behind her, when she kept her senses up and at the very least she should've heard footsteps or the appearance of a circle.

Hesitantly, she turned around to see a blond young man standing in front of her. His cold, cerulean eyes looked at her greenish-blue orbs with indifference. It was as if she were an ant under his boot. Above all, she felt very nervous now.

"Go on," he said, "they do what exactly?"

And over. There it is my first chapter…of my first story. I know. Not that great, but not that bad either considering some of the things I read. Oh and for those asking, yes Naruto is still strong. But power barely has anything to do with this fic, even though there will be fights – extremely one sided ones. I'll see if I can write something tomorrow or today if I feel like it. The harem is one-sided, and for now Rias and Akeno are the only ones in it. I might add one more, but please don't make any suggestions. I want to pick the last woman based on 'plot' significance and character interaction. Right now, Naruto is detached but he will open up later.

Make sure to review. Bye.