The Amethyst Eyed Dragon

Chapter Three:

The Ultimate-Level Devil

Author's Note:

I must go ahead and state one thing, please pardon my ignorance when it comes to the underworld and other DxD related things. I can only glean what I can from the Wiki, for I do no have enough time to read the Light Novel.

Anyways, onto the story. Also, I will open a poll of my profile soon enough as to whom you wish for the harem. Before we begin any further, I must warn any one that might delve deeper as to the fact that I will bash Issei. I have zero tolerance for perverts, and I don't see why a super powered Naruto would either, even if he had a healthy respect for the female form.

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"Oh shit, Bulldozer!" - Regular Humans talking

'It's a fucking shield!' - Regular Humans thinking

"Hands up, mothafucka!" - Bijuu, Kyuubified Naruto, or Highclass Demons talking

'Cloaker, son of a bitch!' - Bijuu, Kyuubified Naruto, or Highclass Demons thinking

"Fire Release: Fireball Jutsu!" - Jutsu

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"So... This is the Underworld?"

My eyes were flicking everywhere, trying to discern any possible threats. I couldn't tell anything immediately, bar the fact that it was surprisingly green for a place called 'The Underworld'.

Ophis turned to me and nodded gently, "Yes. This is one of the many parts of the Underworld. This is where the legendary Dragon Fruit resides, along an ultimate-level devil, named Tannin."

I could feel my eyes widen slightly. While sure, I may have been in the Dimensional Gap for three months, but that didn't mean I didn't grill Tou-san for information involving everything involving the realm I was to be entering. I may be a little bit slow. I may be naïve. But I'm not stupid or ignorant. I was trained to become a shinobi of Konohagakure. Sure no-one aided me in that, but I read enough on the subject to know that knowledge is power, and in the Realm of the Elements, as it is referred to as those whom could traverse the realms, power is right.

But, moving onto the subject at hand, the Dragon Fruit were very important to Ophis', Tou-san's, and, I suppose, my species. Certain dragon races needed the fruit to survive.

But as to why, I couldn't tell you. Some complicated explanation from Ophis that went completely over my head, and left Akane giggling slightly at my confused face. I don't understand it what-so-ever.

Sighing gently, I pinched the bridge of my nose gently, trying to alleviate the oncoming headache I felt. Instead of charging on without an objective, the three months I spent within the Dimensional Gap was enough to calm me down, due to all the time that I was forced to spend meditating to attempt to pass the time. And all that meditation did something wondrous. It allowed my mask to break.

You see, after years of mistreatment at the hands of Konoha due to the fact that I was a Jinchuriki, I had developed a mask that I decided to place over my persona. It was the mask of an idiot. A bumbling, stupid, naïve, but alive idiot. For, you see, it would be better to live a lie, and have a chance to be able to prove the world wrong, then to die in a shallow grave.

Suddenly, I was ripped from my thoughts as Ophis stopped as a man that absolutely reeked of youkai approached us. As soon as he got close enough to see who was leading us, he bowed.

"Ah, Ophis-sama, I see you have arrived. I take it that the young man standing next to you is my new student?"

A simple nod was all the response that he needed.

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"Gah!"

Pain. That was all I could feel. My bones rattled as I breathed, and I thought I was going to pass out any minute. My vision hazed as a figure stood over me.

"Get up."

What was this figure saying 'Get up' for? Didn't it realize that just the very act of breathing was causing me dire pain?

"Get up!"

I heard a different voice that time. One that was much more familiar. The voice caused a flash of pain to shoot through my chest for some odd reason.

"Hm... It seems that you're weak..."

Images burst through my head. Images of ridicule. Images of hate. Images of pain. These images all involved me, or, at the very least, a younger version of me. They all flashed before my eyes, with some having snips of audio to go with them.

Some of the audio were whispers of malice, some were words of ridicule, and others were shouts of hatred. But all had one in common. They involved how I was weak.

"Shut... Up..." I managed to utter, despite it causing me severe pain.

"Why should I? You're such a weakling that you wouldn't be able to touch me. I think I proved that in our little... 'spar'."

My blood began to boil. Who was this haze to think it could call me weak? Then, slowly, the images of the past couple minutes began to play. They all involved me getting my ass handed to me squarely by the man. Tannin.

This all was pissing me off. So I decided to make the thing that was pissing me off go away. How? The old Uzumaki style. Get up and keep getting up until you finally won. I may not have the powers of my tou-san yet, but I'll be damned if I go down without a fight.

I slowly, with agony in every movement, managed to roll over onto my back, and get to one knee.

"I said... Shut up..." I was beginning to see double. That was how bad my head and body hurt. I think I had a concussion.

The man chuckled lowly before glaring at me, "Why should I? You've done nothing to prove me wrong yet. So until you do, you're nothing but a weak, snot nosed brat, and I'll call you what I want."

And with that, I exploded.

I immediately lunged off of my feet, towards Tannin, youkai, or at least what I believe to be youkai, burning in my body as my genes screamed at me to take revenge on the man that dared to call Naruto Uzumaki, the son of Great Red, a weakling.

Before he could even move, I had a kunai in my hands and I was making swipes at him. It was a deadly dance, with my youkai speeding up my movements to the point that they would be invisible to the untrained eye. But it was all for naught, for Tannin would handily dodge everything I threw at him, be it a swipe for the clavicle, a stab at the kidneys, or a right hand jab at his face.

But, it wasn't for nothing. He seemed like he was actually giving me his thoughts now. While I knew he wasn't even trying in the slightest, he was now focused on me. And that was how I was going to get him.

Our dance continued on for few moments until it was clear that Tannin had grew tired of dealing with me, and stepped into my guard and socked me with a mean left hook. But instead of letting me fly to the right, he instead grabbed my left arm and ripped the kunai from my grasp, and then made a stab for my head. And immediately, I formulated my plan.

Instead of simply dodging the blow full on, which I knew I couldn't do, I took the blow to my shoulder, which made stars appear in my eyes due to the pain. But instead of going to my knees due to the force put behind the stab, I immediately reached up and grabbed his arm, and started to channel youkai to my hand, to reinforce my grip.

In my other hand, I started to channel even more youkai, and made a half Shadow Clone Jutsu seal, and a sole clone appeared and started to preform the Rasengan in my free hand.

Tannin's eyes widened slightly, and I felt a grin come to my battered and bruised face.

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