I don't own or co-own Naruto or High school DxD that rights belong to Ichiei Ishibumi, Miyama-Zero, Fujimi Shobo, And Masashi Kishimoto. Based upon Characters created by Ichiei Ishibumi, Miyama-Zero, Fujimi Shobo, And Masashi Kishimoto.

Rated M - For Strong Language, Blood and Violence and other stuff.

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

[Techniques, Jutsus, Magical Spells, Monster Names]

"[Chapter 3: The Order Of Sages]"

Yuuto, Koneko and Issei were fighting through a rather large group of acolytes. Their goal was to reach Asia, who was chained to a cross on the other side of the room.

''Hyoudo-kun! You go ahead and rescue Asia! Koneko and I will be fine here!'' Yuuto shouted as he cut down another acolyte.

''I can't just leave you guys like that!'' Issei shouted back.

''Ara, ara. No one will have to leave anybody now.'' A voice came from behind them.

Issei turned around to see Rias and Akeno standing behind him.

''Akeno-san, Buchou!'' Issei shouted in relief.

''Akeno, clean this mess up.'' Rias ordered.

Akeno licked her lips. ''With pleasure, Buchou.'' Akeno then flew into the air and started throwing lightning bolts, killing all acolytes.''

''Yosh!'' Issei said as he pumped his fist in the air. ''Now let's go get Asia!''

Unfortunately they were too late.

A green light surrounded Asia as she screamed out in pain. Her eyes went dull and lifeless as heard hung limp. Two, small silver rings were levitating above her body. Raynare smiled maniacally as she grabbed the Sacred Gear, cradling it in her hands.

Issei fell to his knees. ''No, Asia... She did nothing wrong, she just wanted a friend... WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS HER?!" Issei yelled as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Raynare laughed. ''Foolish boy. Did you really think you-''

''Well this is quite the scene.

Suddenly a man had appeared next to Raynare. He was wearing a black cloak and wore an orange mask. Raynare's eyes widened as she started to tremble slightly.

''H-Hashirama-sama!''

Rias and her peerage looked on in confusion as the man chuckled. ''You did a good job, Raynare.'' Madara said as he stroked Raynare's cheek. ''Now where is the Sacred Gear.

''I-it's right here!'' Raynare quickly answered as she handed over the Sacred Gear. Madara held the Sacred Gear in his hands and held it close to his masked face.

''Remarkable.'' Madara said before putting the Sacred Gear away, hiding it in his cloak. He turned to Raynare once again.

''You remember what I told you to do, right?''

Raynare nodded as she created a light spear. She threw the light spear to one of the church's windows, breaking it. She then spread her wings wide and flew through the opening she had created for herself, disappearing into the night.

''Well, that's that...'' Madara said to himself.

''You...you're the one behind this? I'LL KILL YOU!'' Issei shouted as he charged at Madara.

''Issei, no!" Rias shouted, but her call was unheard.

As Issei Sacred Gear almost made contact with Madara's mask, Madara caught Issei's fist. Before Issei could get over his surprise, Madara had punched Issei in the stomach. The sheer force of the punch sent Issei flying to the other side of the room.

''Issei!''

Madara scoffed. "You're not even worth to dance with. You should learn to control your slaves, Rias Gremory.

Rias glared at Madara. ''Who are you?'' Rias demanded.

Madara chuckled.

''My name is Hashirama Senju: The Leader of The Order Of Sages. But that is of no importance for now. My current goal has been accomplished, so I shall take my leave. But I am sure we shall meet again, Rias Gremory.

Madara's body then turned into a flock of crows. The crows flew out of the same window Raynare left through, leaving Rias and her peerage to their thoughts.

Raynare was sitting in an abandoned house she had found. She had trouble dealing with this new feeling she was experiencing.

She was scared.

She did not know what to do. Would Hashirama kill her now that she had served her use? Would he just leave her to rot, waiting until a devil or exorcist would take her life?

''You seem to be quite nervous.

Raynare's head snapped towards the direction of the voice. Standing in the room was the masked man.

''Hashirama-sama!'' Raynare exclaimed as she stood up. ''I'm glad you're safe.

''I assure you, that I am fine.'' Madara said as he walked towards her.

''Hashirama-sama, may I ask you something.'' Raynare said, uncomfortably fidgeting with her fingers.

''What is it?''

Raynare took a deep breath. ''W-what will happen to me now?''

Madara frowned under his mask.

If he were the old Madara she would already be dead. "Ahh, yes, if i do remember correctly... Naomi was in need of some more subordinates." But wasn't the old Madara anymore. Madara signed. He would probably come to regret this decision...

''You are going to serve under a underlining of mine from now on.

Raynare's eyes widened. To Madara's surprise, Raynare threw herself at Madara and cried in his chest.

"T-thank y-you, Madara -sama...'' Raynare managed to stutter out between sobs.

''Sure, whatever.'' Madara said as he awkwardly rubbed Raynare's back. "Come, it is time for us to depart now, we shall discuss this further at my... Hideout.

Madara used Kamui to transport himself and Raynare to his apartment.

Madara sighed as he sat down on his coach with Raynare sitting beside him. He took his hood and mask of, revealing his face. Raynare blushed at Madara's handsome features.

''Alright.'' Madara started. ''We have to go through a few things first to make it work. When I'm wearing my mask, you will refer to me as Hashirama. When we're with other people and I'm not wearing my mask, I go by the alias of Madara Uchiha. When we're alone, you can call me however you like. Got it?''

Raynare nodded.

''Good. Second of all, you cannot show that you're a fallen angel.'' Raynare looked confused. ''Let me explain. I've just got my hands on the sacred gear, and we need to lay low for a little while. So if anyone were to recognize you, we will use a little story to cover everything up. If someone recognizes you, we will tell them that I found you on the street, injured and bloodied. You're suffering from memory loss, so you don't remember anything. Now we need some kind of name for you to go by...'' Madara said as he rubbed his chin in thought.

''Well, I used to go by the name of 'Amano Yuuma' when I killed that devil boy.'' Raynare said.

''Perfect. That will be your name in public from now on. Third: An underlining of mine will come and pick you up tomorrow. She will explain to you about everything.

"Understood, Lord Madara.

"Now, you must be tired from the events of this day. Let me lead you to the bedroom.'' Madara stood up from the couch and walked towards his bedroom, Raynare following in his steps.

''Well, hello there couch, I hope you don't mind the intrusion...'' Madara muttered to himself. ''Goodnight, Raynare.

''Goodnight, Madara-sama.

Madara walked out of the bedroom, leaving Raynare to her rest. He made his way to the couch again and sat down on the couch with a tired sigh. Madara closed his eyes and leaned back, enjoying the silence of the night.

Madara woke up to the sound of the birds chirping. He yawned and sat up straight. It was certainly better than waking up to that God forsaken alarm every morning.

Madara rubbed his eyes as he reached for his phone on the coffee table.

He raised a brow as he saw what was written on the screen.

Eight missed calls from Rias.

''Oh damn, and I have to meet with her too today...'' Madara said as he rubbed his temples. He already had a lot on his mind, and Rias just made it worse, but he needed to act a little bit more on this messed up game he himself had created.

Rias was the sister of the current Lucifer, making her the perfect pawn in his plan. He would get closer and closer to her and use her in order to get close to the current Lucifer and gain some sortt of influence on the Underworld. That was the same reason he even enrolled in that shitty school.

"I need to wake up Raynare." Madara sighed as he started walking towards his bedroom. Madara opened the door slightly, so that he would not be intruding if Raynare was now getting dressed or anything like that.

''Time to wake up-''

''Oh yes, Madara-sama...''

Madara's brow furrowed. He decided to step into the room to check if everything was alright. He stumbled on the sight of Raynare, who looked like she was still asleep, hugging a pillow with a blush on her cheeks.

''Oh, Madara-sama... I love it when you touch me like that...'' Madara's eyes widened as he saw that one of Raynare's arms had slipped under the blanket and was moving in a rather... Strange way.

Madara's eyes twitched violently. Madara walked over to the bed and shook Raynare's shoulder.

''It's time to get up Raynare...'' Madara said, trying to keep his composure.

''No, five more minutes Madara sama...''

''Come on now...''

''Madara-sama, my legs are still sore...''

''GET THE FUCK UP!''

Raynare let out a squeal as he shot up from the bed. She looked at Madara with wide eyes, realising that he had been there the entire time.

''M-madara-sama!''

''Yes, the one and only... Now come on, it's time for breakfast.'' Madara quickly turned around to hide the blush on his cheeks and started to walk toward the kitchen.

Madara beckoned for Raynare to sit down at the table as he grabbed some cereal. He joined her soon with two bowls of cereal.

''I'm sorry if it's not good enough for your liking, I'm not the best cook.'' Madara said as he started to dig into his cereal.

''It's fine, Madara-sama.'' Raynare managed to stutter, her cheeks still red.

Madara rubbed his forehead as he looked at Raynare. ''Look, I'm having a meeting with a...ehm... business contact of mine today. So you'll be alone here for some time. Think you can survive that?''

Raynare's eyes widened. ''Alone?! What am I supposed to do without you?'' Raynare asked.

''You'll manage. Just don't touch anything, don't open the door if someone knocks or rings the bell, and please, for the sake of all that is holy...''

Raynare's eyes are fixed on Madara. What was he going to tell her about? Some kind of Sacred Gear, a holy sword or maybe the ultimate weapon of destruction?

''Don't touch the Inazarushi.

Raynare almost fell of her chair in response to Madara's answer.

''Uhm, excuse me Madara-sama but how is tomato Inazarushi-''

She was cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut. Raynare ran over to the window and saw that Madara had already left for his meeting. Raynare pouted as she crossed her arms under her bust.

''He left without giving me a goodbye kiss!'' She whined.

Madara was silently walking down the streets of Kuoh, checking his phone. He sighed as he started dialling Rias' phone number. ''Well, here it goes...'' Madara said to himself as he started calling Rias.

''Hello?'' Rias' voice answered.

''Yo, Rias! It's Madara speaking here...'' Madara said in a slightly nervous tone.

''Why hello there, Madara-kun.'' Rias said in a sweet tone. ''I take it you haven't forgotten about our little da— meeting for today?''

''Of course not!'' Madara said with a fake smile. ''So, where should I meet you?'' He asked.

''Why don't we meet at the fountain in the park. We'll see how it goes from that point on.'' Rias answered, her voice still sweet.

''Uh, alright then. I guess I'll see you there, then?''

''I'm looking forward to it.'' Rias said before hanging up.

''Oh Madara-kun, I was so worried about you. Why didn't you answer my calls?'' Rias asked as she hugged Madara tighter.

Madara, who was getting trouble with breathing, gulped. ''I was really busy. I hope nothing bad happened.'' Madara said.

''Don't worry about it. Nothing too significant happened...'' Madara eyes narrowed, was trying to save someone from having their Sacred Gear ripped out of them nothing significant?

Madara quickly replaced the look on his face with a smile. ''Why don't we get something to eat? We can catch up while we do that.'' Madara said as he stood up.

Rias smiled as she stood up as well, linking her arm with Madara's .

''Lead the way." Rias said.

''So Rias, did anything interesting happen?'' Madara asked, trying to get a conversation going.

''I got a new member for my peerage.'' Rias said as she took another bite of her dango.

Madara eyebrows rose up. ''Oh really? Tell me a bit more.'' Madara said, his interest now peaked.

''Well she's a Bishop now. It's the same nun that Issei met by the way, her name is Asia. She used to have a Sacred Gear, but it got extracted from her. The extraction process kills the wielder of the Sacred Gear, so I resurrected her as a devil.'' Rias finished.

Madara's eyes widened as he cursed inwardly. This wasn't going according to plan. He was supposed to give a replica of the Sacred Gear back to the nun and improve his standing with the church. Now that she was a devil, his whole plan had been torn to pieces.

''Is everything alright, Madara-kun.'' Rias asked with a bit of concern in her voice.

''I'm sorry, I spaced out a bit.'' Madara answered. ''So, is she any good as a Bishop?''

Rias sighed . ''Since Asia lost her Sacred Gear, she lost her main power. So I got Akeno to teach her a few easy spells and to train everyone else a bit, so I could make my time free for you.'' Rias said as she leaned her head on Madara's shoulder.

Somewhere in some fancy apartment, a rather tall man with black-brownish hair with golden bangs and a goatee was chilling on a couch, sipping some wine.

''You must be Azazel, leader of the fallen angels.'' A voice rang out from the corner of the room.

Azazel lazily turned his head to see a black cloaked man with an orange mask stepping out of the shadows.

''Want some wine?'' Azazel asked casually as he lifted up the wine bottle.

''Unfortunately, I didn't come here to drink.'' Madara said calmly as he sat down on another couch opposite to the one Azazel was sitting on.

Azazel shrugged. ''Suit yourself.'' Azazel said as he poured himself another glass of wine.

The two remained silent for a while. Madara was silently watching Azazel drink glass after glass. That was until Azazel broke the silence.

"So what does the great Hashirama want from someone as humble as myself?'' Azazel asked somewhat jokingly.

"I see you actually know who I am." Madara stated, slightly surprised.

''Of course I do. You're the one that used Raynare-chan. I heard you scared her good. So what happened to her?'' Azazel asked as he took a sip of his wine.

''I killed her.'' Madara quickly answered, hiding the truth from Azazel.

Azazel sighed. ''A shame. She used to be a good girl before she refused to follow orders. And I had wanted to give her boobs a last squeeze...'' Azazel then made a squeezing motion with his hand with a rather desperate look on his face.

''You seem to be quite interested by a woman's assets.'' Madara said, slightly amused by Azazel.

''Breasts are a beacon of hope for men, my friend. Lust is actually the reason I fell from the heavens.'' Azazel told Madara with a laugh.

A question suddenly popped up in Madara's mind. ''How did you know I was the one who used Raynare?'' Madara asked, slightly suspicious of the fallen angel.

''Young devils run their mouths often, you know.'' Azazel casually answered, taking another sip of his wine.

Madara's brow furrowed under his mask. "It seems Rias was a bit too enthusiastic about her new bishop..." Madara thought.

''But enough of that. I assume you didn't seek me out just to chit-chat.'' Azazel said.

''Indeed. I heard you've done quite some research on the subject of Sacred Gears. But the one thing that caught my attention is your ability to artificially create and recreate Sacred Gears.'' Madara then reached into his cloak and revealed two small silver rings to Azazel. ''I was hoping you could copy this one from me.

Azazel's interest peaked up. ''May I take a look?'' Madara nodded and handed over the Sacred Gear. ''Twilight Healing, huh? This is certainly one of the rarer ones...'' Azazel muttered before handing the Sacred Gear back to Madara.

''Can you do it?''

Azazel assumed an over-exaggerated thinking pose. ''Hm, I sure can. But what do I get in return?''

''You get to keep your life.

Azazel shook his head. ''And I was hoping we could keep this civil, Hashirama-san. But I guess there's one thing I want in return...'' Azazel said as he looked away from Madara.

''Spill it.'' Madara demanded.

Azazel looked at Madara once again and smirked.

''I want you to fight me.

Madara blinked. ''Do you have a death wish?"

Azazel laughed. ''Confident are we? I like that. I am just really interested in your abilities. Why don't we just have a little spar, no death battle of mass destruction, just a small spar to test each other. If I think you're good enough, we'll work together. And I certainly hope that the strongest bond of friendship establishes between us!'' Azazel said, still laughing.

Madara sighed. ''Very well. I'll finish this quickly. Where shall we fight?''

''Just outside town near a small lake, so we won't scare all the poor people. Or is that offensive towards your kind?'' Azazel asked, slightly amused.

''I couldn't care less.'' Madara answered before using Kamui to warp himself to the location of the battlefield.

Azazel closed his eyes and smirked before departing himself.

Madara said nothing as he saw Azazel appear. The two just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

''Alright, no going full out and let's avoid killing each other.'' Azazel said as he started stretching, warming up for the fight.

''No promises.'' Madara said in response, having not moved a muscle since Azazel had appeared.

''Ready or not Hashirama-san, here I come!'' Azazel shouted. Suddenly, twelve black wings burst from Azazel's back. Azazel formed a light spear in his hand and flew at Madara with incredible speed.

Madara did not move, completely unfazed by Azazel's attack. As soon as the light spear made contact with Madara, Azazel went right through Madara and almost crashed into the ground if not for his wings pulling him up.

Azazel turned around to see Madara still standing on the same spot, completely unharmed.

''What? How?'' Azazel muttered in disbelief. Had Madara gone intangible when he was about to hit him with his light spear?

''Come on, is that all you've got? For the leader of the fallen angels, you seem to be quite a disappointment.'' Madara taunted.

Azazel smirked. ''Oh, I've got a lot more in store!''

Azazel flew up in the air, created multiple light spears and started to throw them at Madara. Madara dodged each one of them gracefully, jumping high and somersaulting through the air.

Madara noticed that Azazel was pushing him back to the lake. Madara jumped back high and knew that when he landed he would land in the lake.

Azazel laughed. ''I hope you can swim, Hashirama-san!'' Azazel shouted in amusement.

His amusement disappeared as soon as it came when Azazel saw what Madara was doing.

He was standing. On the water.

Azazel's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. ''Impossible. What are you, the next fucking Jesus?!'' Azazel shouted, in shock and in awe.

Madara said nothing as he started to rapidly go through hand seals. Azazel just rose an eyebrow as he saw Madara's hand move fast.

''What are you doi-''

''[Water Style: Water Dragon Technique!]''

Suddenly, a gigantic dragon made out of water rose up from the lake. The dragon opened its mouth and threw itself at Azazel. Azazel had no time to dodge as the water dragon hit him, dragging him back down to the ground.

Azazel coughed a bit as he slowly got up. ''That was certainly unexpected.

Azazel had no time to continue talking as a huge fireball came his way. Azazel swiftly dodged the fireball, watching it explode before his eyes. Azazel turned his head to see Madara standing a few metres away from him.

''Water and fire, huh? And the way you're using it... Is this some kind of new magic I haven't heard of?'' Azazel asked with a smirk on his face.

Madara chuckled slightly. ''Oh trust me, this is a lot more special than any kind of magic.'' A bunch of shuriken shot out of Madara's eye and made their way to Azazel. Azazel quickly formed a light spear and deflected all the shuriken with it. Madara ran towards Azazel and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with him.

Azazel didn't have much trouble keeping up with Madara's pace, swiftly parrying and dodging punches and kicks, but he was annoyed that Madara seemed to see through every single one of his moves. His thoughts were interrupted by Madara's loud laughing.

''Now this is a good dance! I haven't been entertained like this for ages!'' Madara shouted, still laughing like a maniac.

''Dancing, huh! Well, Hashirama-san, I will tango with your ass from here and back to hell!'' Azazel shouted, also starting to really enjoy the fight. Azazel was about to grab Madara's wrist to drag him into the air, but phased right through him once again.

As soon as Azazel had gone through Madara's body completely, Azazel felt Madara's foot connect with his head. He was sent flying by the force of the kick and skidded along the ground.

''Let's take this to the next level...'' Madara muttered to himself.

Azazel slowly got up from the ground, only to find himself dodging a rather large blade made out of some kind of energy. Azazel looked at Madara with wide eyes once again.

Madara was surrounded by the upper body of a large skeleton. The skeleton held two blades and was surrounded by a blue aura.

''Impressive, is it not? This is one of my more special abilities, Susanoo.'' Madara explained.

''Susanoo...? You named one of your techniques after one of the Shinto Pantheon Gods? You are one arrogant bastard! So what does it do?'' Azazel asked, extremely intrigued by Madara's ability.

''You're about to find out!'' Madara shouted. The skeleton started to rapidly swing around its blades.

Azazel started to have trouble dodging them and got hit. He hissed as he looked at his now bleeding shoulder. Azazel flew up in the air so he wouldn't have to deal with the Susanoo's blades anymore.

''You're Susanoo is certainly impressive, Madara-san. But how are you going to hit me while I'm up in the air?'' Azazel asked with a teasing tone

"[Yasaka Magatama!]''

Suddenly Madara's Susanoo threw some kind of energy projectiles that were rapidly spinning towards Azazel.

Azazel's eyes widened as he realized he had no time to dodge. The projectiles hit Azazel straight on and created a small explosion in the sky, making Azazel fall down to the ground once again.

Azazel realised that he couldn't move. He was able to turn his head slightly and saw that Madara was approaching. As soon as Madara was standing next to him, he kicked Azazel's body slightly.

''Oh come on, are you preying on the weak now?'' Azazel asked with a weak grin.

Madara chuckled. ''I don't prey on the weak. The weak are simply not worth my time.'' To Azazel's surprise, Madara extended his hand towards him. Azazel 's grin turned even wider as he grabbed Madara's hand and got up.

''This dance was certainly interesting.'' Madara praised. ''Will you be able to recreate the Twilight Healing for me?''

''Of course my friend! The Sacred Gear doesn't have an extremely difficult build, so It'll probably be ready in a few days.'' Azazel exclaimed.

''Excellent. It is now time for my departure. I'm looking forward to working with you Azazel, and I hope the same goes for you.'' Madara chuckled as he disappeared inside the swirl of his Kamui.

Azazel's grin threatened to split his face.

''Oh, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to that, Hashirama-san.

And cuuuuuut!

End of chapter 3