This is just a work of fiction. I own nothing here except my own character and my own AU plotline, which I will try to create. Any references and easter eggs are also not owned by me. Which is a shame kind of.

A/N I got stuck on my last fic, so here I'm starting a new one. Funny, huh? Let's hope I will keep at it, and won't nerf characters that shouldn't be nerfed and also won't boost which should not be boosted.

It will be kind of AU, maybe harem since it is DxD world, but no smut. Also, there will be bloodshed and possible gore.

Now, let's get started.

Chapter 1

"Die." Huh. Well, that happened. Now what? Should I wait for something or not? Well, I cannot move nor talk, so I guess yes? Well, I better start thinking about that last fight again so I won't get crazy in this nothingness. At least, not yet. But how would I go about it? Should I just think about it or should I imagine talking to someone about it?

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Yeah, we will go with it. So let's see… 'Hey, Hiroto, why are you dead and now in this kami-forsaken nothingness?' Huh, thought that it would be harder. I guess I was already crazy with multiple personalities, so it is easier that way?

'Why, thank you for asking me, Voice in my mind #1. Well, it started all some time ago. But I won't bother you with details. At least not at the first run of this interview.' I smirked in my mind, or soul, whatever it is since I don't have a body right now. At least, I can't feel it.

'As you were aware, I was a ninja. And not just any ninja. THE. BEST. NINJA.' I proclaimed proudly. 'At least, on the paper. Or unpaper, since I was never on any paper? Don't know if that word even exists, but I have the right reason for it. There exists, or existed, whatever, no documentation about me.' I imagined looking at the interviewer.

'B-but, how is it possible?' While writing some notes about my proclamation, the interviewer asked me while slightly stuttered. Heh, this is fun.

'Easy to answer. I was ANBU since my Genin graduation. While I had normal chakra capacity and no extra talent in any discipline, I excelled in every subject while I purposefully failed some activities and undervalued my merits. So while I was in the middle of ranking in my year, I could easily match my peers. But the thing I was best in was stealth.' I monologued quite a bit about my far past. Ah, those beautiful memories from the time, when I was so innocent.

'Of course, those chunin at the academy saw through everything, and while we played a game of cat and mouse, they almost always won. See the word almost? Well, in the last year of the academy, even those almost cases were mostly just given to them, so they could underestimate me. But those guys from ANBU were guarding Naruto and the class from the clanless kids? Yeah, hiding things from them was like putting things into a folder named "Don't look into this". At least, they acknowledged my trying and the moment I graduated, I got in with the specialization in the assassination, extraction of information, and hunting of missing-nin. Not easy specializations, but hey, you have to work with what you get, right?' I rhetorically asked, not looking for any answers.

'I guess? Anyway, tell me now about your life after the academy. Please, since you are not telling everything in detail, skip most parts and tell us only the most interesting parts.' The interviewer looked at me while writing some scribbles into his notes.

'Hmm, well there weren't many interesting things. And I don't remember most of the details, since the time flies and you had to be always in the present, not in past, you know?' I asked him, to which he nodded. Damn, I'm getting so into it that I stopped taking him as my mind.

'Let's see. I got moniker between my friends that I'm bigger pervert than Jiraiya.' I smugly proclaimed. 'You see, not many managed to peek on Tsunade and Terumi, while they were in a spa and not only not being spotted but also managing to run away from their wrath.' I said with a laugh.

'How is it possible, sensei? And how beautiful were they?' The interviewer, now with stars in the eyes, looked my right in the eyes, while his face was only a few centimeters from my own.

'Well, my little padawan, it is because I managed to get through the best of the sensors to my location, so spying on two kages, while hard, wasn't impossible. Even once I had them know about me being there, they never pinpointed my location, nor who I was.' I remembered with an extreme blush on my face. 'And how beautiful they were? Well, I will quote a few wise words: "You know nothing, Jon Snow." See, telling them that they are beautiful would be an extreme understatement towards their real beauty. Hell, even I when I spotted them skipped a few heartbeats. And I saw hundreds of beautiful women in my both lives. They could easily be ranked in the top 10. If someone from readjomo created "Top 10 beauties of anime-verse", they would be right fucking there. That's how beautiful they are.' And I sound like real simp right now. Wow, talking about the beauty of someone I spied on. Whatever no one cares about it.

'W-wow. So much zeal in your eyes. Well, I won't ask you then, if you have ever peeked on anyone from your generation-' I snorted at that. Yes, I peeked on everyone from the show. '-and tell us about your other stealth and assassination shenanigans.' The interviewer calmly overlooked my snort and finished something, which I appreciate. It would be for long to talk about my spying and sexual shenanigans.

'There were lots of assassinations, most of them were of those that didn't pay for their jobs. Some of them were missing-nins, some were daimyos. There was even this one Kage of some rogue village, which was technically a blackmarket, but it housed few dozen missing-nins and some army of chunins and genins.' I remarked about one of the non-canon stories, which was pretty boring. 'They were jonins, some of them were even sensors and few of them even ANBUs, but still. I got in, killed sensors that almost spotted me, and then planted some thoughts into important places to create disorder. Easy for someone, who knows what to look for. ANBUs and Kage were a bit harder, especially when they turtled into their underground tunnels and rooms, but nothing can't be accomplished through deceit and deception. Especially those paranoid fools.' I talked about them with distaste. Killing them left some bad taste in my mouth, and that was even before finding little girls in the side room raped, where you could smell the sweat from sex and cum in the air as if they had done it right before I came.

'Next would be sneaking into Summit of Kages. One would think that the place would be much more secure than Area something in my old world. Well, it was secure against most of the ninjas in the world, but not against me. The hardest thing on the whole operation was to keep myself quiet and in stealth after Sasuke got smacked down so hard.' At this memory, I laughed while I wiped the imaginary tears coming from my eyes. 'What I didn't manage to find and look at was Naruto's interaction with Obito. Truly a shame.' At that, I shook my head.

'Then came the war.' At this, I became serious. Or at least as serious as I could imagine myself. 'It was… disheartening to see many of the shinobis I knew to fight so seriously against those monsters. Hell, I knew that it would happen. But nothing could prepare one for so many of the dead people. There was this one battlefield I scouted for, where everything was clear and easy. People were winning, everyone was celebrating their last battle, and so I was sent some distance away. Once I got back, everyone was dead.' At this, my voice became near silent. 'Some of them were killed while sleeping, some of them while eating, some of them had even laughed before their heads were cut-off.' At this, I completely stopped talking.

'Finally, after burning each of them, and meditating after getting the memories from my clones, I came back to our main camp and got sent to the main frontline.' At first, I talked quietly, but eventually, I started talking normally. 'Days went by until I was sent to this frontline, where I once again, nearly met my death.' And that was when I stopped talking.

'What had happened there?' The interviewer slowly asked, as if testing water, if it was safe. To which I chuckled. 'Well, I met Madara fucking Uchiha. Those previous reincarnated kages? Overpowered would be an understatement. But him? Well, to give you a taste of how powerful he was, he spotted me.' At that, I looked the interviewer into the eyes.

'So?' Interviewer asked, as if not understanding the point.

'He spotted me. It was the first time since someone looked me right in the eyes after I was fully in stealth mode. Not Hiruzen, not Hyugas, not even fucking Nagato with his ugly eyes. But Madara, the most dangerous person on the whole planet, looked me right into the eyes, and he smirked as if I was some mosquito.' At this, I shook. Whether it was from the expectation to finally meet my challenger, or from me being scared, I don't know.

'Well, it would be truly a terrifying moment, I can imagine. Well, we, but you get me.' At this, we laughed.

'And so, we are finally coming to the end of my story. See? Everything happened like in the canon. Maybe some were a little bit stronger, some didn't die, in the end, it didn't matter, since everyone except the heavy-hitter and main or supporting characters were cannon-fodders. Obito got crushed, Madara came, then he got crushed and finally, our big-mama Kaguya came. And she was angry. Like, really angry. See, the reason why she was angry wasn't that those heavy-hitters, whom she fought, nor the cannon-fodders. The reason why she was angry was because of me.' At this, I smirked as if I was some evil mastermind.

'Okay, I don't like the look you give me for some reason.' The interviewer backed off from me until I shamelessly smiled.

'Sorry, it was just so satisfying to give her my full extent of killing intent, so I couldn't wipe my smile for it.' I apologized without truly meaning it. And he didn't care since he is, well, me.' And she felt it. She knew, that if she dropped her guard for even one instant, her head would drop. And she was annoyed. Really annoyed. Be whole fight annoyed, and you got an angry woman. And that is when I miscalculated her power and emotions.' I stared somewhere far away. The same look you see on people, who have seen some pretty fucked up things, especially in war.

'I'm scared to ask, but to finish this interview, what did you do?' The interviewer gulped as if he didn't want to ask.

'Well…' I shamefully looked away from him and he suspiciously looked at me.

'Do it man, tell me why did you die. What did you do?' At this point, he put his whole attention on me. He put his notepad on the table and crossed his fingers while putting his elbows on his knees. Huh, when did the table appear here? And why does it look like an interrogation cell?

'Ugh… I don't want to talk about this.' I looked away from him once more while sheepishly scratching my neck. Heh, one would think that after being ANBU for such a long time, one would cut those small things away from their life. But not me. While I killed our political enemies as a job and tortured those poor sobs for information to their vaults and other shady things they knew about, I never became an emotionless killing machine. That would be kinda boring for me in the long run.

'Good job on spacing out in the middle of speaking. Truly a protagonist of story-like.' The interviewer turned detective clapped at me as if I made some great performance.

'Why, thank you. I worked really hard to make it into perfection. One day, maybe someone will write a story about me. Maybe one is even written about me, who knows.' And after finishing this sentence, I looked randomly into the space where I knew, nothing was.

'Whatever you crazy man. Now, tell me what happened at the last moment of your life.' Detective, or the man-made from me before me, once again asked the same question.

'Alright. Whatever no one cares about it.' I finally looked at him, to which he raised his eyebrow. 'See, when I looked at her and somehow remembered that she is on the verge of dying, I stopped being the sneaky shit I was the whole fight.' At this, the man before me gaped. Not only gaped, but I think that I heard something drop behind the doors.

'Well,' I continued 'when she finally spotted me, she finally showed her emotions. Her grief, sadness, disappointment, but most of all, her anger. Anger aimed towards no one else, then me. And so, she somehow moved before me and prepared to slap me.' At this point, I looked as if I ate some lemon.

'You know the moment right before you die when you see your life run before your eyes? Well, I didn't see my life. No, everything for a moment slowed to the point, as if I had some stupid doujutsu, where everything is moving in slow-motion. And at that exact moment, I finally started thinking. Thinking about what I was doing from the start of the fight. About all the annoying buzzing I made to her ear and her not being able to snuff me. And when she finally saw that annoying mosquito, she forgot about her fight. She forgot that she is about to die. What she didn't forget about was that mosquito, that she couldn't see, and when she finally saw that mosquito, she threw away all her reservations and tapped into her whole power.

And there I was watching, in shock, without doing any evasive maneuvers, as she moved towards me, and as she put her whole power into the final slap.

'"Die." These were the last words I heard, as I saw her palm slowly coming to my face. And thus, here I am.' I finally finished my interview turned interrogation.

'AHAHAHAHAAHAHA. WOW, THAT WAS TRULY SOMETHING.' he actually laughed at me. My own self-consciousness, imagination, whatever, laughed at me. Yeah, I'm definitely crazy.

After a few minutes of him laughing at my expense and me shamefully looking away, he finally started breathing to control himself.

'Well, wow. Sorry, but not sorry.' he started while wiping the tears out of his eyes. Fucking bastard. 'Well, whatever. Truth is, I'm your subconsciousness and some form of self-preservation. Don't ask me how this works, I too don't know. But to make something clear. I need you to look me into my eyes.' he suddenly started talking seriously, to which I started paying attention. Huh, truly interesting this revelation. 'Are you ready?' He finally asked. To which I simply answered with my full-on serious mode activated. "Yes."

"I am your father." He said with his serious face still on.

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'What?' I was speechless. What the actual fuck?! Didn't he say that he is my subconsciousness? My self-preser-'

'BWAHAHAHAHA. Wow. I always wanted to say this to someone. Why did you never try to do it? You should've seen your face.' At which he started laughing once again.

'Ugh. Why is this happening to me? Shouldn't I, like, not prank myself or something? This is starting to get ridiculous.' I said exasperation while shaking my head.

'Yeah, and you are still alive.' he casually pointed out while wiping his tear from the eyes once again.

'Yeah, yeah. You're funny. At least, I won't get bored for the infinity in this unlife.' I shook my head once again at his pranking. Seriously, was I like that my whole life? I can see, why would Naruto try to prank me every time he knew I was at Konoha.

'Nah, this is truth. Also, some kind of force is pulling you from the nothingness, so bye?' At which he disappeared and I felt my whole being pulled.

'Wait, wha-AAAAAAAAH.' And so, I was pulled somewhere once again. While being pulled somewhere, I thought I saw some big-ass flying red dragon curiously looking at me. Huh.

Ugh. This shit once again. Even the hangover after getting drunk as fuck with Tsunade wasn't that painful. And why head again? Shouldn't it hurt, like, my whole bod-AAAAH. You fucking cock-sucker! Why would you jinx yourself after such a painful experience? Is it so hard to just calm down and not think about realm-traveling shenanigans' rules and experiences? Why would you care about things that you don't care about… Right, I'm a ninja. And some curious ninja at that. And while I'm at that, where the fuck am I? I feel grass and dirt under me. Okay, one step at a time. And I should finally answer my company, I feel like they won't be so patient any longer.

"Fuck me. Please, give me a second. This shit gets crazier with every use. Also, can you give me some water? My throat is so dry that one would think that I am trying to talk with a gruffer voice so that I can buy the alcohol.' I gruffly asked the people I felt around me while massaging my throat. Huh. This is relief is amazing. Would I try something to feel a similar effect once again? Nope.

At that, some girls snickered, some snorted, and someone narrowed their eyes on me. Well, not everyone is as amazing as me to get my humor, so not much to work with there.

"Before we start to give out some things like water to you, an unknown person in the middle of the park, we would like you to answer things, such as who are you, why are you lying there, and how are you still alive with so much blood on yourself. Also, please don't use expletives in this environment. There are children still around." some girl, with dominating voice started talking while she narrowed her eyes even more. And I thought that she wouldn't be able to do so. Guess you learn new things each day.

"No problem, ma'am." to this, I put my right hand over my heart. "I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am. And I'm lying here because this ground feels amazing. Did you know that grasses make up the world's most significant food source? Also, I'm cloud-gazing. It's amazing, how many clouds form you would be able to see after a day of watching them. And the blood? This is no blood. The bottle of ketchup exploded in my hands. Truly an unfortunate moment." I shook my head with tears of sadness coming down my cheeks. I seriously love this jutsu and I hope that Guy sensei is safe. Yeah, no, of course, he is safe.

"..." She just looked at me. HA! I missed this so much.

"Pfff." Someone near the serious-looking girl couldn't hold their laughter from themselves. After which everyone started snickering.

"You lied." Were the words from the mouth of some even younger girlie, to which everyone stopped whatever they were doing and become alert.

"At which point did I presumably lie?" I didn't want to open my eyes yet, because the blackness felt somehow comfortable, I turned my hand towards her location, which I guessed correctly, and pointed with her with a hand gun. "Well, girl, you got the mic, tell us at which point I presumably lied," I spoke as confidently as I could.

"It is shortly after midnight," "Shoot!" "and I can smell the blood on yourself." the girl, at this point becoming a slight threat, stoically spoke.

"Well, ain't you a Sherlock? I was cloud-gazing and now I'm star-gazing. And what are you, some kind of dog or what?" I thought about opening my eyes to look at her, but nope. This ground is seriously comfortable. Maybe I'll sleep here, who knows.

"Ufufu, aren't you rude to speak like that to our little Koneko-chan?" shivers. That laughter, I heard it only a few times. It's the laughter of only three types of people. The First would be teasing aunties. The second would be teasing older sisters. And the third, the most perverted and scary of them all, sadists. And I wholeheartedly hope that she is the older-sister type of girl. "Also, it is even ruder to talk to maidens like us with closed eyes." At this point, I was really scared. Not for my life, mind you, but the psychological damage she would be able to manage to others just with her words.

I sighed. Heavily at that. Though my body had more energy than the moment I arrived at this still unknown world, it still wasn't enough.

"Alright, alright. Sheesh, you girls are insufferable." I sighed one more time, before slowly, like the Snowwhite freshly kissed by some prince of true love, opening my eyes. And they hurt. Like hell. After watching nothingness for so long, which could amount to a few minutes but hey, no one needs to know that, it felt as if my eye was poked with needles. But I could do nothing because those needles were colors.

And when I finally opened my eyes, I could finally see some girls in my peripheral vision. They were stationed all around me in some weird kind of positions, which I kind of recognized since it was used largely by those inexperienced leaders of teams.

Not averting my eyes from the sky, I spoke to them once again. "Better?" I once again, hoped that they would leave it at that. Not like I couldn't just not listen to them, but as they said, it was rude to be like that to someone, that wasn't his enemy (yet). I also don't have any reason for it, and being a dick to someone just because I wanted to be a dick, no thanks.

"Now, now. Why would you not look at us? Is the sky more beautiful than us? I-is this how you feel towards other women?" She said, and the longer she spoke, the quieter she talked until she became completely silent and even sniffled at the end.

Now, I know those tactics of manipulation. And I know that she is baiting me to look at her, but why should I care? My instincts are warning me about something, but it isn't about some threat from them, no. It is warning me about something else. And since my instincts kept me alive throughout the whole war, and I'm counting even my death, since I just decided to ignore them, there should be no reason for me to not look at them, right? Right?

And so I slowly turned my look from the sky, towards the girl that spoke to me the last. And if I won't be damned for looking at her. Why didn't I listen to my instincts one more time? Why didn't I just shunshined from this town to I don't know, anywhere else where my instincts would be calm once again. No. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

There, before me stood exactly eleven beautiful girls and one boy. Each of those girls was beautiful in their category. Some of them were small, some tall, big-boobed, small-boobed, with glasses and without them. But the most eye-catching were the three women in the front.

First, one that caught my eyes was a tall red-haired beautiful girl. No, scratch that, calling her beautiful wouldn't make her any justice. From the looks of it, she has emerald-green eyes, while her other facial features looked as if they were exactly, where they should be. Her red hair, which looked like the spilled wine I loved in my first life, falls along her whole body to the small back of her. Her voluptuous breasts rivaled those of the Tsunade, though hers were firmer. Her thighs on the other hand, while slightly fat, had some muscles on them, and thus looked as tasty as her whole body.

The other woman next to her rivals the beauty of the other two. The woman, whose eyes looked full of mischief, yet alert, were of beautiful violet color. Her nose was small and her lips, which were contorted into that smile, as if she saw some mouse to play with, were plumpy and full lips, that just asked to be kissed. Her extremely tall hair was strung into a ponytail, reached around her shins. Her body, was similar to the woman before her, except the breasts, which were fatter and bigger than the girl before her. And those thighs…

And last but not least, the woman, on whom my eyes fell, had exactly that authoritative look you would be able to spot on girls, that liked to play angry moms in the game of house. Which was kinda cute, especially after all those times, when I got looked upon by dominant women. shivers. Anyway, her eyes, like the women before her, were exotic with the color of violet, but hers are darker. She wore a pair of dark-red glasses, which gives her her kind of charm. Her black hair is cut short, but I was still unable to see her ears. Her body looked more athletic, which showed on her abs that I could spot even through her clothes. While her breasts were on the smaller side, they too looked, as if they were perfectly sculpted. And her thighs. Yeah, this is something that looked good on every girl before me.

But there was something, which screamed inside my head from the time my eyes trained on them. Something, which kind of disturbed me, yet left me curious, even though I recognized each of those girls.

"Why the fuck do you wear school uniforms to the battle?"

Aaaaand, I'm done. Like, my eyes hurt from the length I wrote for. My one of the longest sessions in a long time.

Anyways, normally, I would cut this chapter into two, but at the last moment, when he finally left the world, I decided to keep it going while I know what to write about. Well, at last, I finished.

Please, leave a review right here, or on Shiro's discord in the junior workshop. I'm kinda new to this thing, so I would appreciate some pointers, and things I should improve in. See ya next time in this fic, or another one. We will see.