Ashes to Ashes

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Kishi owns Naruto, Sakura owns Sekirei

AN: Decided to release this because of D3men suddenly got the inspiration to write out the first chapter so if you guys want to thank any one thank him.

Oh and he's my new Beta for the fifth as well which will be released around the middle of next week xD so thank him for that too

Note: Naruto will not be replacing Minato in this fic, Minato exists, Minato will get all his Sekirei like canon Minus Homura and another one which will join Naruto instead.

Tags: AU, Lemons far into the future, violence, gore, might be minato bashing but leaning on the fence on it.

Pairing: Naruto X Homura x small harem

Unbeta'd

Story Starts:

-Ashes to Ashes-

There stood a figure atop a cliff overlooking an ocean.

It was standing there as the bright light of the horizon covered it's figure.

It was holding flowers as it looked at a small tombstone planted on the cliff.

It knelt as its fingers traced the name written on the stone as it gently placed the bouquet on top the grave covering the name.

It stayed there staring at the stone as the waves crashed at the bottom of the hill, as the wind blew gently, and as the sun slowly faded away, replaced by the dark night sky.

Yet the figure remained, unmoving, as it now basked under the light of the moon and the stars.

At the break of dawn the figure stood up and looked down once more at the name written at the tomb stone. Before turning around and making its way out of the place.

With the rising of the sun a strong wind blew pushing the bouquet aside and revealing the half of the name engraved on the stone.

Namikaze

-Ashes to Ashes-

Chapter 1: Ignite

The year 2020 has been another magnificent year for the city of Shinto Teito- once known as Tokyo, with the Mid Bio Informatics or MBI at its center the city's economy, technology, and medical capabilities topped the world. Jobs were booming, taxes were low, the medicinal services was top-notch, who wouldn't want to live in this city? With its recent advancements almost everyone from every possible corner of the world was gathering here in this city of Shinto Teito a myriad of infinite possibilities just waiting for them. But most travelling to this city is in search for just one simple thing, a new chance in life, a chance for a rebirth.

However all of that is about to change, for on top of one the highest skyscrapers in this busy bustling metropolis stood a man, not just your average ordinary man, it was man who probably lost his sanity ages ago.

It was the slender bespectacled man with tall and spiky hair who owned this city.

It was the extremely eccentric and downright insane man who leads MBI.

He is Minaka Hiroto and he was about to shake the foundations of the world once more.

The man was grinning as he looked out of the window and stared at the world below, as if a God looking down on Mortals.

His grin got wider "This age is drawing closer and closer to its end." The man said as if screaming to the world. His voice carried the absolute confidence without even a hint of hesitation in it.

"It is the Time for man to step down and the age of the Gods to rise once again" the man screamed out with a hint of madness in his tone.

"108 birds shall be freed take 107 as a sacrifice and bring forth the age of the old!" the man cackled madly as with those words he officially declared the start of his madness.

"Let the Stage One of the Sekirei Plan begin! let the games begin!" he added with the same diabolic tone as before.

Standing in the corner of the same room is a slender woman with grey hair and eyes. She could only shake her head at this madness.

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't" the woman thought as she looked at Minaka one more time with mixed feelings before leaving behind the madman alone in the room.

-Ashes to Ashes-

-Realm of unconsciousness-

It's this dream again.

The same dream that I've seen for the past few days.

In this dream I see it once more an image from the past long gone, Konohagakure, the place where I spent my youth, the place where I learned the ways of a ninja.

It was destroyed long ago, annihilated by a blast from the Juubi.

This is my home or better yet this was my home.

So why am I seeing it again?

And why was it on fire?

I looked around and saw the flames moving slowly making their ways to me, circling me.

I was by flames once more.

The fierce hot flames brushed against my skin, the heat it was giving off was enough to make even the strongest Katon pale in comparison.

But why? Why didn't it hurt?

It even felt nice.

It felt gentle for some reason.

Like the warmth of a hug from a lover.

Something I've never experienced in a very long time.

Usually the dreams stopped here but this time was different, from beyond the flames I saw it a figure of a man? Or was it a woman? It had a slender frame and short grey hair that went to it shoulders. Does having a slender frame make it a bishounen or was it a bishoujo?

But something felt off as if it was not a guy or a girl as if it was genderless.

"Hello?" I asked as curiosity got a hold off me and made me wonder about this new part of my dream.

It just looked at me, with wide and confused looking eyes before it a look of sheer joy and happiness replaced it.

"I'm reacting to you? You're my Ashikabi!?" it asked to me in surprise "But how is that, I thought… they said….I…" it added incoherently, confusion evident in its voice as if this situation was somehow weird.

"Ashikabi?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side and pondered in confusion. I've never heard of that word before what did it mean?

I looked at the figure expecting it to explain what that word meant. I waited and waited but the voice didn't further explain what the word meant.

"So does that mean I'm a girl? Or am I a boy… but if I'm a boy and reacting to a guy wouldn't that make me….." the voice muttered to itself ignoring the blonde. It was a bit irritated as it scratched the back of its head with one hand and its chest with another. It then looked towards my direction.

"Huh does that mean you don't know if you're a girl or are you a guy or coming out of the closet? Cause seriously I'm getting vibes that you're neither…." I said trying to get an answer out of it while I continued with my observations.

It's eyes visibly widened once more because of what I said "Isn't it obvious I'm a-*W… .p!*" it said as it walked towards me giving me a better view of the person.

Yep I can't tell if it's a flat chested girl or a girly looking guy.

I was about to ask it something but *W… .p!* *W… .p!* *W… .p!* *W… .p!*

'Huh? what the hell?' I thought as I looked around the burning village which was now slowly fading I way. I then directed my attention to the figure in front of me but it too was vanishing.

"What are you?" I asked once more only for the sound to drown out whatever response it was going to tell me. I narrowed my eyes trying my best to read the words coming out of its lips.

"Sekirei" I said as I read its lips.

The sounds just got louder and louder after that.

-Ashes to Ashes-

*Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!* came an irritating sound from one of the most cursed devices invented by humanity.

*Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!* it repeated over and over.

"Mhmm" mumbled a man in his early twenties with a mop of yellow spiky hair.

*Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!* it said once more prompting the half asleep teen to finally extended a hand over the alarm clock, before firmly holding it into a hard vice-grip.

*Crack**Wake up!**Crack* *Wake up!**Crack* Wak…**CRAAACCCCKKKK!* the still half asleep man smiled hearing the irritating voices finally stop as he let go of the now broken alarm clock letting it fall down on the ground. The man turned around away from the damnable object and tried to get some more sleep but sadly the alarm has done its job once more.

"God damn it…" the man said as he slowly pushed his covers away and slowly got out of bed stretching his arms while yawning as the sun slowly seeped into his room.

It is an extremely lavish room in one of the high-end condominiums within Shinto Teito. The floor was carpeted while the room itself decorated with expensive looking furniture, paintings, and appliances. In the middle of the room is a huge King sized bed with two pillows and on top of it the most comfortable sheets and blankets known to men. To the right of the bed was a small work station composed of a black desk, a black leather computer chair, and the newest Personal Computer modeled and customized for his tastes. To its right was a slightly opened curtained window leading to a balcony that gave him a good view of the city. In front of the bed just a few feet away from the door leading out of the room stood the latest plasma screen tv, surround sound system, and the latest gaming consoles.

The man rubbed his eyes as it came in contact with the sunlight "Ugghhh it's too bright." He muttered out as he closed the curtains of before turning away from the window and heading for the wash room.

He opened the door and entered the room with ease as he opened the light and turned on the faucet as he stood in front of the sink. He then cupped some water in his hands as he began washing his face. After a few seconds of washing the man took a small towel beside the sink which he used to dry his face.

The man let out one more yawn as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Same short spiky blonde hair, same cerulean blue eyes, same whisker like marks on the side of his face, he sighed, it's been the same for the last two millennia and it won't change anytime soon. He placed his left hand on the mirror with a sad smile on his face.

He looked closely at his reflection even though he just woke up he looked tired in fact he really was tired, he didn't age, he saw one too many people die, his only chance in true love died with the others in the war.

He was tired of life.

He thought about suicide but he couldn't really kill himself, if that was even possible because of his regeneration.

"Your life is not your own anymore…."

The blonde closed his eyes as he remembered those words, the last words of one of his friends, his life wasn't his own, his life was a result of countless sacrifice that started the day of his birth with his parents, followed by every other ninja that sacrificed themselves so he can beat Madara and Obito, and in the end even the life of his closest companion Kurama was forfeit so he could live.

It would be an insult to them, to their lives, to their sacrifices, and to their dreams, if he took the easy way out. So he promised himself that even if he was the last man alive on this planet, even if the world itself would come to an end, he would live through just to honor them. He will never break this promise, because that was his nindo.

He never went back on his promises.

But from time to time he had to wonder. Was this his punishment for the stupidity of his actions that caused the death of many? Or was it a reward due to all the hardships he suffered?

Kami must really love him or enjoy tormenting his existence.

The blonde just shook his head there was no time to think about this stuff there were other things that needed his attention like his work, or those spikes in chakra signatures he's sensing all over the place for the past month, as far as he knows humans lost the ability to use chakra almost a millennia ago. And then there was that strange dream. He didn't really know how to react about it; it felt too real to be a normal dream. The blonde felt his stomach grumble, he decided to stop thinking about it for a while as he let out one last yawn before walking out of the bathroom and heading for the kitchen.

He passed by the living room on his way to the kitchen. The room was also furnished like his bed room with top of the line appliances, couches, coffee tables, a spare flat screen tv that he never uses, a few book shelves lined the walls of the room, it contained various works of literature that he liked, along with his own works, and even some manga and light novels.

The blonde eventually reached a kitchen complete with all the necessities that would even make a five-star chef jealous, he had everything and anything that belonged in the kitchen from the most common of pans to the weirdest tools. From simple everyday house hold spices to spices that some thought no longer existed. It was a fine kitchen fit for someone with his caliber of cooking skills. He has lived for two millennia now, it's not like his pallet and cooking skill hasn't improved since those old days.

His love of Ramen still hasn't changed.

The blonde opened his fridge "what to eat, what to eat" he said trying to act cheerful as he looked around various ingredients. He sighed as he reached for a carton of milk before closing the fridge. Even if he did everything he needed to cook almost anything he just wasn't in the mood to cook. The teen shook his head as he walked towards a cupboard, he opened it and reach for one of the many lined up instant ramen cups.

'Over a Millenia and it still takes more than 3 minutes to cook this stuff' he thought as he followed the instructions, add water seasoning and place it in a microwave for three minutes. He waited patiently for his breakfast as he took out a pair of chopsticks and poured himself a glass of milk.

'Well at least, I don't drink expired milk anymore' the blonde thought as he drank the milk, its slightly cold temperature making its way smoothly down his throat.

*Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* He heard the mechanical sounds coming from his microwave.

He opened the microwave as he took out the cup of ramen and started eating.

He stopped eating after finishing a fourth of the cup. He looked at the contents, it was Ramen, and it was his favorite food. Why didn't he feel like eating it at all?

Naruto placed the cup down in the kitchen counter. Not really having the appetite to finish his Ramen the blonde just finished drinking his milk as he made his way back to his room.

The blonde entered his room and immediately went to his work station; he sat down the comfy computer chair as he opened his computer.

"Might as well start with my job" the blonde said as he patiently waited for the computer to open.

Now one may wonder what possible job the blonde could have that didn't involve throwing around high level jutsus, causing collateral damage, or just outright killing someone. Well apparently during his three-year training trip with his Sensei aeons ago aside from learning a bunch of jutsus and how to control a bit of Kurama's power he also picked out the habit of writing from time to time. This eventually led to his current profession to date. He was a story writer; one didn't live for two thousand years or so and not pick up anything noteworthy to write.

As of now he was using the pen name "Minato" and was sending his works to his publisher incognito through a middle man*cough henge cough* He was writing the last volume in his series of novels "The Tales of the Gutsy Ninjas". It is a very famous series of novels that tells the story of different ninjas and warriors he had met throughout history. It was his way of commemorating all the lives who died for him, all the lives that he changed, and all the lives that made him who he was today. There was over a hundred volumes of the novel itself each one featuring a different main character. One would think that people would get tired after a hundred volumes but what made it such a masterpiece is that each novel was beautifully woven with one another creating a hundred volumes epic that was nearing its end. That was where the problem started the last book of the series the 101st volume the novel he planned to name "Naruto" the one volume that tells his life, the one story connects everything, that ties up all loose ends, was nowhere near completion.

He just stared at the computer monitor for a while, blinking a few times as he tried so hard to think of how to go about with his last novel. Thinking he had a good idea the blonde started typing only to quickly erase it afterwards. It was crap, there was something missing, he couldn't place a finger on it but he just knew something was wrong.

He sighed as he continued brainstorming typing and erasing yet again every now and then. A Few seconds eventually passed by, this turned to minutes, and then hours, before the blonde even noticed it was already night-time.

The man sighed again as he shook his head he wasted another day of his life, he could have spent the day investigating those chakra spikes or thinking about his dreams but then again he had the time to waste. He then looked at the date and time on his computer which was 08/08/2020 7:32 PM.

"A night-time walk might help" the man said as he stood up and went to his closet taking out a white dress shirt, a black tie, black dress pants, and finally a black blazer. Yep he eventually grew out of that stupid orange jumpsuit phase. He now preferred black clothing that made him look smart or professional so he often wore a suit. Truth be told he really didn't like wearing suits until a few years back, when this one guy he met in a bar in New York Bar….something he was bad with names acted as his wingman for the night managed to convince him the awesomeness of wearing suits.

Yeah He was pretty wasted at that time so doesn't really remember much.

As he finished fastening his tie and wearing his blazer he made his way out of his room, he made his way to the front door where he took out and wore a pair of black shoes before leaving his condominium suite, locking the door on his way out as he went to the elevator.

He really hopes that this walk would help him somehow.

-Ashes to Ashes-

A figure was running along the roofs of Shinto Teito beneath the early evening sky. It was quick and agile barely making any sound as it jumped from one roof top and landed on another. If anyone saw it they would most likely think it was a thief seriously who ran around at night wearing a long black coat and a face mask.

The figure was currently in a rush holding its breath and trying not to unnecessarily waste any energy as it went after two women twins in fact, both of which had long black hair and were wearing what can only be described as some sort of weird BDSM outfit. Seriously after all the time they fought these two who were still chasing after and attacking unwinged girls would've learned their lesson.

Its target finally in sight it took a deep breath before taking one long jump and landing in the roof of a building closest to the two.

The moment it landed it immediately launched a ball of fire down towards the streets making its targets stop on their tracks.

"Number 11 Hikari and Number 12 Hibiki why must you always target unwinged Sekirei" it said coldly as it jumped down from the roof and landed in front of the twins.

"Homura, you again?" Both said in unison as they tensed and jumped a few feet away from the black clad Sekirei, the bigger of the two glared at it while the other just put her guard up.

"Stop getting in the way of our work!" one of the bondage wearing girl replied with a tick mark on her head clearly frustrated and angered that her target was slowly getting away.

"Oh? If you want someone to fight why don't you try me? I am unwinged you know" it replied as it extended both its arms to its sides and formed two balls of fire in each hand.

"Calm down, Hikari" Hibiki the calmer and more rational of the two said as she tried to stop her sister from charging in and attacking the Sekirei Guardian.

"GHHHH…. You're lucky today Homura!" growled Hikari as she turned around and ran away her sister following just close behind her.

Homura sighed as it surveyed the surroundings there weren't many people in this area and most were minding their business so it decide to forgo with any kind of discretion as it crouched down gathering energy on its legs before jumping up into the roofs.

It started jumping from roof to roof once more looking for some unwinged Sekirei that it could protect. It was the only way it could cope with its own insecurities, with its own problems that can deny it the chance to find it fated one.

You see due to a complication to its DNA it was not given an actual gender. As of now this figure making its way along the roof tops was neither male nor female. So was it supposed to act like a guy? or was it supposed to act as a girl. It didn't really know but it found that acting like a guy was somehow easier so it decided to stick with that and pretended to be a guy, even going as far as working in a host club hoping for a small chance that it would react to a female Ashikabi. Yeah that really helped out a lot all it got was bunch of girls wanting to get into its pants. Too bad for them there was nothing in it… nothing that could mark him as either a guy or a girl, The only thing there was a small hole that allowed it to urinate from but aside from that nothing. Seriously this is why it hated Minaka aside from screwing the lives of its brethren he fucked up its genetic sequence during one of the mad man's experiments, saying something half-assed that its gender will be determined when someone wings it but that chances that would happen is extremely low since Sekirei often react to Ashikabis of the opposite gender. But it had no gender! It was almost as if it shared the same fate as those scrap numbers.

Landing on the roof top of an old abandoned building the gray-haired Sekirei yawned. It hasn't been getting enough sleep recently, for some reason it always dreamed about being surrounded by flames in a middle of an unknown land, the dream was always the same but last night this one man appeared in it. It smiled as it knew that it must have reacted to the person. It finally has the chance to meet its fated one.

The black clad Sekirei's body tensed as it felt something, another presence that landed a few feet behind her. From sheer presence alone it knew that whoever it was, it was very powerful and dangerous. It gulped as it turned around its eyes widening realizing how much trouble it was in.

There stood just a few feet away from her a tall man holding a sheathed katana on its right hand. He's posture and aura gave of the feeling of an experienced warrior. The man has silver hair and grey eyes, wearing all-black clothing with a light orange scarf tied around its neck.

"Mutsu" Homura said trying to hide the fear in tis voice, it knew who this man is; he was the loyal Sekirei of the Ashikabi of the South, a member of the original Discplinary Squad the fifth Sekirei.

"Homura" the man said calmly as he saw the fire user tense up.

"What do you want?"

"Hayato wishes for you to become one of his Sekirei, and I am here to ask if you'd be willing to come and if not…." The man didn't finish he purposely left the threat hanging.

'Shit Shit Shit, this is bad' Homura thought panicking a bit as it tried to think of a way to get out of this situation ASAP, it couldn't afford to get forcibly winged by someone now, not when it was finally reacting to someone.

"I'm sorry but I'd have to reject that offer"

"Too bad…." Mutsu replied as he lifted his katana before tapping its still sheathed form to the roof.

"Kasaiten (Smashing Point)" the man muttered as the roof top shattered sending huge chunks of concrete flying everywhere as the roof caved in. Homura jumped on top of one of the debris. Still in mid-air it kicked of the huge chunk of concrete just in time to avoid getting slashed in half. It summoned two balls of fire and threw it at the man as the black clad sekirei landed on another piece of debris. Mutsu remained calm and collected as he copied Homura, using the same debris he kicked off into another one evading the balls of fire, before jumping into another using the huge chunks of cement as a platform, as he made his way to the grey-haired Sekirei.

Homura saw this coming. It charged up one huge ball of fire and hurled the ball to where it predicted the man would be, before it kicked and jumped into another piece of debris.

Homura grinned under its mask as it saw the fireball hit the man. However, the grin quickly vanished as a singed but relatively uninjured Mutsu continued on his path reaching Homura in a burst of speed.

'Shit' Homura thought as it barely had the time to jump back as the man's blade almost hit the gray-haired Sekirei in the face. Mutsu wasn't finished yet though as he twisted his body and kicked Homura in the stomach sending the sekirei barreling towards another chuck of concrete. Before the gray-haired Sekirei could even recover from the kick it felt another eight punches hitting it all over its body before it felt a sharo kick in the shoulder sending it plummeting down to the battered rooftop nearly unconscious.

This all happened in less than ten seconds.

It only took less than ten seconds for Homura despite all its battle experience and power to lose to the fifth Sekirei.

"You should have agreed to be winged by Hayato, it would've saved you from all of this pain" the number five sekirei said his voice showing a hint of concern for his sibling.

Homura pushes off the ground, trying its best to stand up, it's fight or flight instincts however was already learning for the latter and telling Homura to get the hell out of there.

"Live to fight another day…" Homura said to itself as it began creating large columns of flames surrounding and hiding itself with it.

Mutus just raised an eyebrow, certainly curious at what his badly beaten brethren was doing. However his eyes widened when the wall of flames receded Homura no longer in the middle of it.

"How?" the man thought as he looked around and tried to sense for any presence in the area and to his shock he found no one was in the vicinity.

"Strange…" the man said as he walked towards the area where Homura was standing.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

"Hm?" the sound came from the pocket of the mail sekirei. He quickly pulled out his phone and saw who was calling for him.

He sighed 'this better be important since he was really close to capturing Homura.' He thought as he pressed the answer button on his phone and placed it against his ear.

"Where are you!" said a childish voice from the other side of the phone.

"I'm-"

"I don't care, Mutsu hurry up and go home muhh I want to play Tekken with you!"

The silver-haired man just face palmed his master was too spoiled for his own good.

"Hai" he replied as he walked towards the edge of the now destroyed roof top before jumping, heading to the south of the city.

"Phew" came a voice from underneath some rubble just a few steps away from where Mutsu was standing earlier. Homura stood up as it dusted itself off.

"That was close" its first plan was to hide, do a cheap shot when Mutsu's guard was down, and then run away but it seems Homura was saved by that phone call.

It had to thank whoever that was someday.

Homura moved its body trying to access just how much damage it took.

Homura's body still hurt but it was still good enough to at least jump from roof to roof, it thought it was best to call it a night and decided to head for the Northern part of Shinto Teito. However Homura failed to notice that Mutsu managed to make a gash on the left side of its face mask. The small slice that was beginning to tear along the mask because of the sheer speed and wind pressure that blew towards it as Homura ran and started to jump from roof to roof once more. The black clad jumped from one building to another building just like before until it misjudged one of its jumps, one small misstep.

Homura soon found itself falling to the ground.

'Shit' Homura thought as its eyes widened, the already broken mask torn away from Homura's face as it fell. It panicked for a bit before looking around for anything it could use to try to soften its landing. Homura's eyes widened as it focused on one person, a man with that familiar looking mop of blonde hair standing amidst an empty street. Standing exactly where the grey-haired Sekirei was about to crash.

-Ashes to Ashes-

The blonde was walking throughout the Northern part of Shinto Teito still trying to think of some inspiration for his work. He chose to walk at the part of the town because for some reason this side of the city was apparently the safest, not like anything could be considered a threat to his safety at this point of time. He also heard some rumors about a Hanya being here or something but he just shrugged it off as a superstitious belief.

He continued walking thinking about how to start with his story. Should he start at the end? In the beginning? Or in the middle? Should he start with his life in Konoha? Should he write a bit of smut in it like he did with some of his other novels. Should he just go with something simple and turn it into an autobiography? The blonde continued walking as he passed a small liquor store still deep in thought the blonde failed to notice a woman coming out of the store carrying a bottle of alcohol. She has long black hair that was tied in the back; she was also wearing a short purple Chinese dress that showed off impressive curves as well as her belly button and the cleavage of her very impressive bust.

The blonde kept walking as he felt his stomach grumble once more he really hasn't eaten anything since that small amount of Ramen that morning, he still didn't have the appetite but he knew he had to at least eat something. He looked around and spotted a small convenience store 'Better than nothing.' The blonde thought thinking of anything that he can possibly eat as he walked towards the convenience store. He stopped walking for a second as he looked at a well-endowed woman leaving the store. She has long dark brown hair with a ponytail on the left side of her hair. The woman was wearing a tight fit pink shirt long-sleeved shirt with violet colored sleeves and a golden star on the middle of the shirt. She was also wearing blue capri pants along with a pair of orange slippers.

"Like what you see bro?" the girl asked with a hint of mischief in her voice as she noticed the blonde hunk in front of her checking her out.

"Can't say that I don't" the blonde replied as he walked inside the door leaving behind a smiling brunette who was still watching his back before shrugging and leaving the store.

After a few minutes the blonde left the shop while eating a Nikuman. He finished the meat bun it didn't really taste good but it was better than nothing-he at least had to eat something.

The blonde pulled out a phone on his pocket as he looked at the time.

*8:12*

"Hmm.. a few more hours of walking won't hurt.." the blonde said as he walked by a book store passing by a girl in her teens with a slim figure and black hair, wearing a white long sleeved blouse with a small black tie on her neck, matched by a black skirt and black stockings that went pass her thighs perfectly going along her black shoes. He noticed that the girl was holding a huge paper bag filled with various books that she probably brought from the shop. As he passed her he heard a loud snapping noise along with the sound of a few items dropping to the ground. He turned around and looked at the teen on the ground she panicking as she tried to pick up or hide the books that she just purchased. The blonde just shrugged as he crouched down beside the girl and picked up a few of the books which he subtly noticed had the pictures of Bishounens on its cover. After picking up a few more books he cleared his throat getting the girl's attention.

"Here" he said handing the girl her books back, before standing up turning around and continuing his walk. What he failed to notice was the blushing face of the girl.

"A real life Bishounen" she said as she watched the back of the handsome blonde man who helped her out.

-Ashes to Ashes-

The blonde looked at the time once more *8:18* only a few minutes passed since he helped out the girl and frankly he was beginning to think that this walk was pointless.

Still no new ideas rushing into his head, no new sources of inspiration, just a piece of Nikuman that was now floating in his gut.

The blonde let out a sad sigh, maybe he really was just tired.

The man decided that it would be pointless to continue this walk; he turned around and was about to walk back to his apartment when he heard felt a sudden shift in the air above him. He looked up into the sky and spotted it, a familiar figure reminiscent of that in his dreams, same gray hair same body build, 'but why was it falling from the sky' the blonde thought as he paused for a moment and tried to process the info.

Its Black eyes met his blue eyes.

His Blue eyes met its black eyes.

The two inched closer and closer, wind blowing gently as their clothes fluttered about, one falling from the sky the other planted on the ground as the moonlight of the early night sky shined upon the two as if to give them its blessing.

One was screwed over by a mad man and had the smallest chance of finding its fated one.

The other one was a man who has been through a lot and in the end he was just tired.

And so as if time stopped the two watched and failed to move away as their lips connected.

Two intense fiery wings reminiscent of a phoenix sprouted out the falling figures back, burning intensely yet beautifully.

The man's eyes widened as he saw the wings appear from the it's back 'So beautiful' the man thought in amazement as never in his life has he seen something so amazing, he didn't know why but he was like a moth attracted to a flame.

It was a breath taking sight he literally stood there in awe, eyes wide opened lips still connected, still staring at those two wings still burning brightly.

Not even a second passed by and like the mythical creäture the person's flames bathed their body, it was a symbol of renewal, a rebirth, a resurrection. The figures body changed finally picking a gender suited for it. Its body became curvier, shapelier; its chest grew out into two soft mounds of flesh about C-cup, its bottom became a perfect balance between firmness and softness. Its body continued changing adapting to the power of that one single kiss.

Its gender finally determined, it was a woman now and she has found the one.

Her Ashikabi.

Her fated one.

'Forever and Ever' she thought as she was caught up in the small happiness brought about by a strange and extremely random occurrence.

Fate surely was a mischievous thing.

Two lives forever changed due to one small misstep.

The Sixth Sekirei Homura

The Immortal Ninja Naruto Namikaze

And the beginning of the new tale yet to be written.

-Ashes to Ashes END-

AN: Experimenting a bit R & R and this'll probably the last new xover I'll write until I finish one of the other series. And yeah sorry about using the word IT that much in this chapter, trust it was a pain in the ass to not just right he or she but I really had to emphasize that Homura was genderless until it was imprinted by an Ashikabi.

ANN: Regarding Sekirei reacting with opposite gender I know that's not 100% true but there is a higher ratio of Sekirei actually being winged by someone of the opposite sex. So far the only exception to it that I can think of is Uzume and Chiho plus Mokohami and Mutsu.

ANNN: Next to update is Fai:th followed by N2

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