Hello people. I have recently started writing, and this is my first story. A Naruto and a High School DxD crossover.Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or High School DxD, if I did Kishimoto would have been my security guard, even if he makes a shitty one.Sit back, relax and Enjoy.Story Start Chapter 1

Ambition could be a really big thing. Really, one was truly living a non-existent life if they don't have an ambition, a goal to look forward. If not, then they'd be just counting days, waiting for the sweet rest in the eternal slumber.

Truly, ambition is a great thing. And for one Uzumaki Naruto, being Hokage was his dream, his ambition. It had been his dream from his childhood, even before the time he even really knew what the ninja life really entailed.

A Kage was the title given to the strongest Ninja in the village, something Naruto really aspired to become. Or more deeply, the acknowledgement one would get from becoming a Hokage, something Naruto was never allowed to have in his early childhood.

Being the Jinchuuriki of The Nine-Tailed Fox had really brought forth a lot of negative attention to him, in the form of either glares and curses or outright indifference. Some treated him like a leper, others like a threat. Some outright ignored him. Much of his childhood was spent in pain and misery, about which he brooded over much in those days.

Sometimes, those hateful eyes would become really overbearing for him. So he would cry. And cry he did, for nearly two years. And then he had finally realised that crying really did not help change anything. So he went to work.

Once, Sandaime Hokage, the Third Hokage, 'The Professor', or in Naruto's words just plain 'Old Man', had told him that the Hokage was the strongest Shinobi of the village, when he was telling the blonde on of his old exploits as a Jōnin. People acknowledged you, the Ninjas acknowledge you, and your village acknowldeged you, and then you became the Hokage. The Hokage was the strongest in the village, its leader through thick and thin. One that protected the village at any cost.

Naruto had taken that to the heart. So he made his goal to become the Hokage. If you became Hokage by their acknowledgement, surely, if he bacame Hokage people would acknowledge and respect you, right? After all, if one plus one is equal to two, the the reverse must also be true right?

He would laugh at such a thought now. Really.

He had done it though. Becoming Hokage. He had pulled it out through sheer determination and will. He had fought againt the Army of Uchiha Madara. Lead the Army of Allied Ninja village, defeated a literal Goddess and saved the world, albeit with a little help from his friends. He had conquered his hatred and miraculously, the hatred of Kurama, the Nine-Tailed Fox's too. All Nine of the Bijus were safely sealed inside of him, after they chose to stay with Naruto post-war.

Kurama did not mind extra companions, even though they were his siblings. Especially because they were his siblings. If it was anyone else, he would have blasted them to Kingdom Come with the biggest and meanest Tailed Beast Bomb before they could even say 'Sage'.

Uzumaki Naruto had brought back Uchiha Sasuke, the second member of Team Seven, after he had gone rogue, fulfilling his promise to Sakura Haruno, the last member. He had ended the bitter fued between the two sons of The Sage of Six Paths, which first started from the first two sons, Indra and Ashura which had finally eneded when Naruto, the Last Reincarnation of Ashura, defeated Uchiha Sasuke, the Last Reincarnation of Indra. Became the Hokage.

He had saved the world from another three bastards. One, Tōnerí Ōtsutsuki of the Moon and Momoshiki and Kinshiki, the demonic duo of Ōtsustuki.

Married Hinata Hyuuga one of the most seductively cute woman of his time and the Heiress of the Hyuuga Clan.

So all in all, he'd been there, done that, and got the the cloak. He had a pretty darn good life if he does say so himself. Sadly, the years were not too kind for him. His family had passed on, through generations. Boruto had become a wonderful man, one could say he was the second coming of Uchiha Itachi. Genius as fuck, with Uzumaki strength to boot. He had become the ANBU Commander by fifteen, making him the youngest commander in history. He had married Uchiha Sarada, and had a happy family.

Himawari, his precious little Wari-chan had grown up to be a beautiful woman. She had become a Jōnin by sixteen and was now being groomed for the post of Tenth Hokage, after Sarada Uchiha would step down from the post.

He did not know about others but they sure as hell had made him proud.

His wife had passed away at the age of ripe age of Ninety one, leaving him alone. Naruto never forgot to visit her grave everyday.

So yeah, he was pretty tired of living. Now he was, weak and frail, laying on his bed, waiting for sweet embrace of Death and waiting, to be reunited with his love again.

So then, why, why oh why, did he find himself laying in an unfamiliar bed with a very pretty young girl beside him, laying on the same bed as him, buck naked as the day she had been born. For an instance, he had thought that Boruto had played a prank on him. He swore violently, he would have words with the man if he went back to his habits again. Seriously, you do not give the elderly a heart attack with that kind of prank. He was faithful to his wife even in death dammit.

Other stray thought that had entered his mind was that she was his fangirl. He nearly snorted at the thought. His strength was world famous, though he was already past his prime and the world had soon forgot his battle prowess, and he had became a fairy tale, a myth. He had long since gave up his ways of battle, being old did that.

Looking around he found the room to be quite lavish. Pristine white walls and ceiling decorated with expensive paintings, depicting battles and wars, not unlike those he had seen in the rooms of Feudal Lords though the difference was noticable. Those paintings did not have the quality that these ones seemed to have.

Further inspecting the room, he found a elaborate crystal chandelier, that hung in the centre of the ceiling. Even though the light in the room was pretty low, provided by an equally beautiful table lamp beside him, he could see that the crystal were elaborately carved multifacet crystals, which would refraxt light brilliantly. The bed he was sleeping on was king-sized red-wood bed and was decorated with beautiful carvings of animals. The floor was covered with a mink soft purple carpet. A study table sat in the corner of the room, equally lavishly decorated.

Naruto may not had been a materialistic person, but he did appreciate a state of art peice if he saw one.

Though, he was pretty confused, one moment he had been asleep in his bed, the next he woke up in this place. He frowned. Any sensible person would know that this transition was exactly not normal. And Naruto was a shinobi, and an experienced one to boot.

So decided to check on further, he got up. And was immediately suprised to see his young body. Last time he checked, he was a shrivelled up old man. So one could pretty much say that Naruto was not amused by this development. Genjutsu, he thought quickly.

So like any sensible Ninja, he went on for basic Genjutsu cancelling technique. Chakra flaring. Genjutsu was pretty much small chakra pockets inside your coils, which were positioned at calculated pattern to form a code, much like a binary code. When the code was sensible, it would produce a successful Genjutsu. And the way to get rid of Genjutsu was to either experience pain, which would jolt the system enough for the code to scramble. Or to flare his chakra.

So gathered his chakra into his core and flared. And flare he did.

A large burst of shockwave blasted off from him. Floors and walls cracked, rubble floated across and furnitures rumbled. A deep blue shimmer appeared around his body, signifying the leak of chakra.

His attention soon turned towards the lady who was currently shreiking at the sudden dispel of he sleep.

He frowned. So this was not a genjutsu. If not, then what is this? Or was it a stronger Genjutsu. If it was then the castor was apparently bot very good. For instance, his right arm was not supposed to be there. And even if it did, the Yang seal should also be-

Naruto looked at the seal on his hand with a deep frown. The seal.was still there. A pasty white sun in his palm.

"Gaah! What was that?!"He heard the woman shout. He frowned. That was not what he was expecting. Even if she was an enemy or even a civilian, she should have recognized a chakra pulse.

Looking at the woman huddled in the blankets, he frowned again. Sensing her emotions, he felt her suprise, nervousness and a slight tinge of fear.

Deciding to get some answers he decided to talk to her.

"Do I know you, young lady?" he ask politely.

The girl looked affronted and slightly angry. She was pretty average. Light purple hair, possibly dyed, a round face and brown eyes. She looked pretty toned. There was no distinguishing feature on her, that would make her unique.

"What do you mean who am I? Don't you remember last night?" she asked heatedly.

Naruto, still confused by the situation, was getting slightly irritated at the short tempered girl.

"I am sorry, I do not quite remember what happened last night. My memory must be quite hazy." he replied politely. Hinata, his late wife, was a sweet little wall-flower. Though only he knew her visciousness when she was on about manners. He shuddered. Anko had nothing on her. So yes, he had learned manners.

"So thats what you say to every girl that you bed? Pretend to have amnesia. Thats pretty cheap even for you Naruto." the girl shot back.

Cheap? Did she think of him as womaniser who would bed any passing girl that caught his eyes?

"Though that is to be expected from a playboy like you though. I really thought there was something between us. I'm leaving." The replied and began dressing up. Naruto remained quiet, not really knowing how to respond.

"But before I go, what was that before?" she asked.

Naruto, before replying, decided to check her chakra levels, and to his astonishment, found just enough to barely sustain her body. Even a civilian had more chakra than that.

"Its better not to concern yourself with that, young lady." He may have sounded rude, but it was better of he kept that information himself.

"What do you mean by that?" she questioned rudely. "Whatever, its not like I have any interest in that."

She then promptly made herself scarce.

He again found himself frowning deeply. What exactly was going on here? Whatever it was, it probably wasn't anything good. He needed info and answers.

He checked the study table for anything significant. All he found were a couple of books and schoolbooks, which had one thing in common, Kuoh High. Checking the nameplate, he found the name whoever it belonged to. And the name shocked him through his core. Setsuna Naruto.

Naruto did not had any damn idea what the actual fuck was going on. Confusion and restlessness was getting better of him. What the hell was happening? What was this place? And more importantly, who was he? His heart pounded and his breathing quickened. He was hyperventilating. Calming himself slightly, he checked the table further. A slight tug on the right drawer revealed that it was locked. Ninja instincts kicked in and realised it was a good sign.

Getting a long pin he, bent it into shape and tried picking the lock. After a few quick tries, it opened with a slight click. Pulling it open he saw a lone diary sitting in there.

He opened the diary slightly. The name confirmed it was really his diary. And so he read.