One Her Majesty's Secret Service
Chapter 05 – Making an Impact
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or High school DxD. They are property of their respective owners.
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Naruto was crouching on a rooftop several blocks away from his target.
He could feel the dark emotions brewing beneath the skin. At the moment there was nothing more he wanted to do than tear the man apart, piece by piece. Every step the man took only served to infuriate the blonde even more.
For the last two hours he had been following the man, known as Mason. He was his only lead on the dagger, because from what Sirzechs could dig up, he was a member of the cartels dealing with holy steel. Mason swaggered through the dimly lit streets as if he owned them; also thinking it was appropriate to shout out the winner of his favorite sports team. Basil or something among those lines. He also made sure to throw in some moronic comment to any whore he sees, to which most of the replied by flipping the bastard off.
He moved a leisurely pace, walking mostly through the light projected by the worn out street lights. The light itself seemed to only reveal his form even more, which only served to disgust the blonde even further. He was a short, round man with a small black beard, but that wasn't what angered Naruto. Choji was addmitingly fat, but he was one of the kindest souls he had ever met in his life. No, what pissed him off was the disgusting grin he had on his face. So arrogant. Did the man even have some sort of weapon up to warrant such arrogance? Of course not, in his hand there was no knife or sword, only a fat stack of cash, worn like a badge of honor.
A little while back he had passed through a sickly old man who had begged him for money. The bastard had kicked the old man right in the gut, sending him flying towards the wall. He had proceeded to land a couple more times kicks to the old man's already fragile body. The cherry on the cake thought was the end. Mason had actually demanded an apology! He then proceeded to rob the beggar, taking what little money he had in him, before swaggering away, the same grin still on his face. In that moment the shinobi wanted nothing more than to send a kunai hurtling his way, the same treatment that boy in the ball had received. But he preserved. In name of Rias and mission, he had keep on going, following the piece of trash through the underbelly of the human world. His world.
Mason honestly reminded Naruto a lot of Gato's thugs back in Nami no Kuni. The same way they held themselves, the same way they treated those who were weaker than them…Naruto was almost sure that there was a Gato-like figure lurking around here somewhere, drinking and raping himself to sleep. At the time he was nothing more that a Genin with zero skill, an even bigger mouth, and gigantic chakra reserves. He could understand why Kakashi never let him try his hand in purging the town. He was bound to get a sword through the heart. Now? Naruto smirked at the thought. There would be hell to pay.
Keep smiling, you fucking cunt, Naruto thought, pursing his lips at the sight before his eyes,
Mason had entered what looked like a club of some kind. He could hear the obnoxiously loud music from a few blocks away. It didn't sound like anything he had heard before. There was no semblance of any of the traditional instruments in the Elemental Nations. No flutes, no drums, no nothing. It honestly resembled the sound coming from Shiho's computer; one of Shikamaru's many admirers more than anything else.
Naruto narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene in front of him with utmost clarity,
"Hey, what's up mate?" Mason laughed, shaking the guard's hand. Or what looked like a guard, tall broad shouldered, but with surprisingly good clothes, in fact they were the same as the suit he had worn on the faithful ball that brought him here.
"Mason, how has life been treating you?" The guard replied with a smile, enveloping the round man in a hug.
Mason hugged the larger man, patting him on the back as he did so. "The same shit I've been doing for the last five years, but this time," He said quietly, or at least gave of the illusion that he was trying to be silent. "I'm loaded! So better tell your boss that I'm comin'!" He laughed wholeheartedly.
Naruto's eyes widened, he would surely lose him if he entered the crowded club. With a silent dash towards the ground, the pale moon light illuminating his form, which was clad in black, reminiscent of the classic ANBU gear.
Naruto walked through the alleyway, his destination being the club, but to do so he had to cross the littered street…Then came something he will never, ever forget. A large steel monstrosity, roared right past him, with two beaming lights for eyes, it dashed with speed that would've made a Chunin green with envy. Taking a closer look at it, Naruto noted that it vaguely resembled the trains in Snow Country. Technology really did improve with blinding speed.
The man in front of him, the very same brute who had let Mason in, was staring at him with a grim frown on his face.
"I'm sorry, man. I can't let you in, the place if full." He also was a piss poor actor, which elected a smile from the shinobi. Smiling, the blonde pulled out his wallet and took out fifty of whatever currency they used in these parts, and handed to the gorilla of a man.
"I'll squeeze through, don't worry about it." Naruto said smoothly, his trained eyes watching the brute place the money in his suit pocket, with the other 'tips' he had received.
"Just don't go around causing shit, you hear?" The brute wasn't threatening him; he was smiling at him, probably thinking of buying one the whores who were fifty meters from their current location.
"Of course," Naruto lied, he wasn't just going to cause some shit, he was going to cause major shit. When he moved past the guard, his hand ever so quickly and silently took bigger man's wallet, right under his nose. After all, corruption was not something to be bred.
After walking through a narrow hallway, which was filled with golden guitars and disks on the walls, his blue eyes lightly cringed after entering the main dance room. It took him a few moments to adjust to the lack of light, and the loud electronic music.
Roll, roll, die,
Be my little pie,
'Cause I'm no ordinary guy,
'Cause you're my apple pie,
Naruto could barely make out the lyrics, but what he could make out was cringe worthy. Did a Ero-sennin write this or something? The cheese factor went through the roof, and pie was one of his favorite ways of describing the…female genethlia.
As he stalked through the room, his eyes were met with a beautiful sight. Pretty girls, dancing, laughing, singing along. If this was any other day he would have undoubtedly joined them, but, sadly now was not the time to indulge in such affairs. Sadly.
One of the half-drunken men, a scrawny one at that bumped into, shouting curses and threatening to start a fight. A quick elbow to the nose stopped him right in his tracks. He wasn't one for enjoying violence a whole lot, but with the amount of pent up aggression he'd been having for the last few days really changed his perspective on the matter.
Not much occurred after that, aside from women dropping in on him from time to time, grinding themselves against his body in a unique form of dancing. At least dancing had most certainly improved with time.
He had noted that Mason had climbed up the stairs in a hurry, losing his swagger as he did so, moving passed the VIP lounge, and into the third and final floor of the establishment. Naruto had followed him like a shadow, silent and unseen. After calling forth a couple of clones to guard all the exits, the shinobi crouched towards the keyhole, looking at the scene unfolding on the other side.
Mason was talking to a man who shared his physique, the biggest differences between were that where Mason had a buzz cut the other man had dark oily locks of hair falling all over his face, and where the Maison had a hideous beard, the boss had a stylish, well-trimmed beard.
Five guards, eh?, Naruto's thoughts were anything but urgent. He could take them all down easily without having to resort to using any destructive jutsu.
Mason smacked the waitress who had just given them drinks right in the bum, causing her to give out a faux giggle of enjoyment. It was her job, and she did remarkably well, if the smirk on the fat man's face was any indication.
When she came through the door behind her she growled in contemp. "Fucking asshole." The waitress muttered quietly, her hand on her now sore butt as she walked downstairs.
Silently dropping down from the roof, Naruto did a Henge, turning into the brutes from downstairs. From what his limited sensory ability had told him, these guys were human, like him. But where he had the wonder of chakra, they had squat. Sometimes it was good to be born a couple of millennia ago.
"Excuse me sir," Naruto called out respectfully, looking down. "But there some work for you downstairs, I need some help with some shit's gay little posy."
"Hey, hey, hey, big guy," Mason laughed, his multiple chins trembling as he did so. "You can't just come here while we're playing cards? It screams disrespect, know what I mean?"
Naruto only gave a curt nod at Mason's mockery, but behind his Henge he watched with morbid glee as the guards walked out of the room.
"So aren't you going to apologize? Or should tell I Vinnie here to throw you out with your dick up your ass, huh?"
The boss, now known as Vinnie laughed wholeheartedly. "Yea, big man. Apologize!"
"I'm sorry." Naruto replied dutifully, the smirk behind the Henge turning into an all out grin.
"That's more lik-" Mason chuckled, until a kunai shot out Naruto's sleeve, hitting the piece of trash right in the chest, piercing through the wall of fat and bone, and entering his heart. Mason's eyes could only stare with horror in his last few moments, before falling off his chair, slamming into the floor face first, causing the kunai to go even deeper into his body.
Vinnie was sweating buckets. He most certainly wasn't enjoying the way the night was shaping up to be.
"BOYS!" Vinnie howled in fear, to which Naruto replied by creaking the door open. Revealing the butchered bodies of the guards lying on the floor. He promptly closed the door.
"What the fuck? Who are you? What do you want? Anything, anything at all. "Vinnie tried to negotiate, tears stinging down his eyes. By the time the Henge dropped, the lower half of Naruto's face was already covered by a black mask.
"I want you to stay out of the alleys, Vinnie. Whatever wild hair you had up your ass about that place is officially plucked." Naruto said coldly.
"Fine, fine, just please don't kill me!"
"I'm not finished, you fucking vermin" Naruto's voice grew with anger as he took a few steps towards the quivering man, until the only thing that separated them was the table. "What do you know of this," Naruto ordered, his commander voice bleeding in as he stabbed the sacred knife into the table.
"No-nothing, I swear to God." Vinnie cried out when he felt a strong hand grasping him by the neck and lifting him up.
"Swear to me, vermin!" Naruto roared, choking the crime boss, slamming him against the wall. Hard.
"Se-rph-ent." Vinnie choked out, unable to break the blonde's hold. "I-sw-ear to y-ou."
"Hmm," Naruto said, letting him go. The man took long breaths, greedily taking all the oxygen he could. "Who is this Serpent?"
"I don't kn-ow." Vinnie replied, clutching his sore throat, but when he saw the eyes those ice cold blue eyes narrowed on his form he quickly elaborated. "He didn't come personally, he never does. He sent a woman here to pick the knife; hot piece of ass, if that would be of any help."
Naruto sensed no deception in his words, the vermin was too afraid to lie. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Vinnie" Naruto began, his voice leaking with hatred. "Those boys of yours were doing bad things. But relax; I'm through killing your men. Next time, if I see one of your brain-dead thugs so much as spit in the direction of those alleys, I'm gonna come back and pay you a little visit, and hang you like I hanged every single one of them I met this night."
Vinnie only nodded desperately.
"So here's how it goes: as of now, you work for me, and your job is very simple- tell me whenever anything concerning this knife happens around here. Understand? Got if, fat boy?"
"Yes, I'll do it, just please don't kill me." Tony fell on his knees, tears strolling down his plump cheeks.
"Good, good, it can learn, but do you know what I even am?" Naruto chuckled coldly, to which Vinnie only shook his head. "Let that little mystery keep you up at night."
Vinnie could only watch in shock as the black clad man seemed to call forth the very power of nature as howling winds broke through the windows, and with them he disappeared. The former boss could only watch the horrific sight in front of him. Mason's corpse was lying on floor, his own blood acting as a ritualistic burial. The winds shoved the door open, revealing the slaughter in the hall.
He gulped audibly, before calling in the waitress.
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"It was horrible, Naruto. The way his eyes look at me with that hollow stare." Rias Gremory cried, the image of Sairaorg's empty eyes will haunt her until her final days. The way those empty, horror stricken eyes stared at her, like a doll, not a living breathing being. The way his warm life-liquid had been splattered on her flesh made her feel defiled, dirty, and disgusted. Her soft flesh was reacting to it like a phantom, every moment she wasn't touching or staring at her face, she felt the blood there.
"Aye, I know the feeling, Rias-chan," Naruto nodded solemnly, his normally electric eyes had a dimmed quality to the, half-closed and reminiscent about something.
"What is it, Naruto?" Rias asked, her tired blue-green eyes opening wider, making the black spots under them all the more apparent.
"Nothing, just bad memories." The blonde answered.
"Naruto," Rias spoke softly, her warm hand gently touching the blonde's whiskered cheek. "I don't care if you that you aren't a servant, you're my friend, and you can speak to me about anything."
He looked visibly shaken by her kind words, before his eyes met her, softening considerably.
"The first time I was someone die I was a little younger than you, probably around thirteen or so. When I fought him, I was in the thrill of the fight; adrenaline was coursing through my body. He was twice as fast as me a moment ago, but now I was the one who faster, stronger. I felt like the hunter, a friend of mine had almost died a moment ago. At the time I wasn't sure what came over me," He took a pause, drawing another deep breath.
Rias' blue-green eyes stared at him with a mixture of shock and interest. On one hand she was shocked and appalled of the idea of thirteen year old fighting to death. On the other she was interested in seeing how the tale will end, so she kept silent.
"It didn't take long until I caught him, and began unloading hit after against him. He was nothing more than weak pray before me. I was ready to deliver the finishing blow that would've torn his head right off his shoulders, but…" He took a pause, his lips curving into sad smile. "But I didn't, I saw who it was. It was a boy I met a few days ago, one that I thought was the only able to understand all the pain I felt, all the suffering I had lived through. I thought he could understand me, and he did, but his true loyalty lied elsewhere. He gave his life for his master, who treated him with less dignity than the dirt he walked."
Rias' hand went up to cover her mouth. She was glad Naruto hadn't murdered the boy, but hearing those heart wrenching words come out of his mouth triggered something within her. She enveloped him in a warm hug, her body pressing itself against his with all the care in the world.
"Damn, and I was supposed to be the one helping you out." Naruto laughed, yet there was no sense of happiness in his voice.
"We are helping each other out." She said firmly, hugging him even tighter.
After their tender moment, Naruto left the room slowly, telling her that he was going to find assassin and bring her in, or die trying. It worried her when she saw the determined look in his electric eyes. But it also seemed to fill her with a new wave of hope, of courage. The very next day went to her brother. Asking, no, demanding extra training in the Power of Destruction. She will never forget the smile he gave her; it was proudest smile she had ever seen on he brother's face. He beamed at her, and handed her a five big, thick scrolls. When she asked what they were about, Brother answered that there lay some of the art's greatest techniques. A legacy passed down for longer than even he could remember. When she asked whether or not he could personally teach her, Brother shook his head, and told her he needed to handle the political backlash from the ball, that coupled with his duties as Lucifer and more importantly father left him very little off time in which to train her.
That's how she found herself now, sitting in her bed with only a single ray of golden light illuminating the scroll.
When calling forth the Power of Destruction let it flow though the body, like a steady river.
When she was younger, she just called on it randomly, with very little regard for control. She simply destroyed her target, and was done with it. She never saw a greater reason to actually try, before this day.
She shut her eyes off, away from the world around her. It took some time before her mind could depart from the physical world around her, and enter the spiritual. She felt herself being submerged into her own soul, peacefully swimming in it, rather than drowning. She was searching for her center, the place where all her magic originated from. Rias' face scrunched up, finding it incredibly hard to find her inner core. She felt as if days had passed, her five scenes blocked off. She couldn't hear any song, she couldn't take any scent, when she attempted to open her eyes all she saw was indistinguishable grayness.
A certain dread was becoming apparent to her, the dread of being lost. Like a child in an endless, dark forest.
Then she felt it, a single blood red drop falling on her shoulder. She panicked. Her entire body began to squirm in fear, trying in vain to jerk away from the crimson drop. Her salvation came in the form of a golden ray light coming from her right, Turning around she saw a giant floating orb of pure magical power. It pulsed with power, constantly sending off various rays of golden luminesce in all directions. It very much reminded her of the sun; a giant golden orb surrounded by inky darkness.
There was one thing, however, that was normally not found in the solar system. The 'Sun' was connected to something through a large pipe of sorts. Quickly floating towards the object, her body lightly brushing against the golden pipe.
She examined the item. It turned out to be large diamond shaped stone. She carefully ran her fingers over the smooth red surface, feeling it pulse with power by her mere touch. There's definitely something wrong with it, Rias thought curiously. It was constantly leaking with power, the power forming into small crimson drop that were falling into the endless abyss.
Not all of the liquid is going through the pipe, but how can I fix it?, She thought as leaned against its polished surface. As if responding to her thought it pulsed again, sending off a crimson wave. She felt herself get enveloped by it, but it hadn't hurt her in the slightest.
Turning around she saw that it had stopped leaking. Not completely, but most of it was going through the golden pipe, and into the 'Sun'.
Rias' eyes snapped wide open, bringing her back to the world she had left behind a moments ago. There was a faint crimson light coming out of her hands, it was of a much higher intensity of everything she had used before.
She smirked.
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Naruto entered a small motel, owned by the Gremory clan, its old doors seemed to barely keep themselves above ground, and the steps he walked weren't doing much better either. In stark contrast the decrepit state of the motel, Naruto was humming a happy tune as he walked through the narrow hall and into his room. Where everything else in the motel was old, worn out or broken, the key Naruto took out held the same color of his hair, rich gold, and a single blood red ruby at the end. When he inserted the golden key within the lock, a brilliant light filled the hall.
What was revealed in front of him was by no means an ugly, filthy motel room. In its place was revealed a lavish studio apartment, with red and gold colors adorning the walls, and the Gremory sigil resting above king sized bed. It was truly a sight for sore eyes.
After quickly shooting away his sandals to the other side of the room where they impacted lightly against the wall, he jumped towards the giant bed, flying across the room.
When he did land on it, he was pleasantly surprised about just how soft and cushy it was. Ah, and there was the soft scent of lavender. He hated it. It brought out too many memories back to the forefront. He made a mental note to change it first thing tomorrow.
But he ignored the scent in favor of softly letting himself get engulfed in the soft fabric, a serene look on his face. Finally, two long nights of little to no sleep, he could rest in piece.
Sadly, that was not to be.
"You still owe an explanation, Naruto." Gamakichi's scratchy voice called from above him. Blue eyes snapped open, and narrowed in irritation at the small toad standing on his chest.
"Foxes are not nocturnal creatures, you know?" Naruto said irritably, pulling his upper body up, and accidentally knocking down the little toad.
Standing up, the old toad glared at the blonde. "Foxes are also impatient fools." Gamakichi grumbled, picking himself up.
"You do know foxes eat toads, right?"
"When a fox eats a poisonous toad, the fox dies."
"What if a fox maws a toad to death with its claws?"
"Can we stop with the anima metaphors?"
"Maybe.
Gamakichi sighted, a large curve appearing on his lips. "I'm glad you haven't changed, Naruto."
Naruto's eyes softened as he enveloped the old toad in a hug, not the hug a man gives to his pet, no, the hug a man gives to a partner who had saved his life on multiple occasions. "I'm glad too, Kichi."
After finally letting go of his old friend, Naruto couldn't help but ask. "So what have you been up to all these years?"
"Not much really. After you killed Madara everything was peaceful…for the first hundred or so years." Gamakichi admitted with a heavy heart, seeing the light dim in his friend's eyes "I don't even remember who shed first blood, all I remember was the call to arms the Seventh gave us. However, we retreated back into the rebuilt Mount Myōboku, and severed any contract we might have had with the humans. You're the first one to summon one of in the last era or two," The elder toad chuckled sadly. "The years have cast a fog over my memories, my apologies."
Patting the old toad on the back, Naruto leaned back into his bed. He wanted to ask so many questions. Like what happened to Sakura-chan, Kakashi-sensei, Shikamaru and the rest of his friends, but the answer didn't matter. They were all dead by now; the details were of little importance. "I see you came a long away from big mouthed bratty toad I met during the Invasion." Naruto chuckled, to which Gamakichi only replied with chuckle of his own.
"I could say the same words about you, Orange Man." Gamakichi fell into outright laughter when he saw the ire on Naruto's face.
"Orange is awesome, ttebayo!" Naruto replied, sticking his tongue out in a childish manner. He didn't care if his verbal tick bled through. Orange was that awesome.
"Oh, and, Naruto," The toad said in a questioning tone, looking around the downright lavish home his friend was staying in. "How did you get enough money to rent a place like this in such a short time?"
"I work for a noble clan of devils, Kichi. And they pay really well." Naruto said, his voice growing sleepier as he placed his head on the soft white pillow. "There's bound to be some food in the fridge. Get some if you're hungry."
With an unseen nod, the toad jumped from to the floor. "I'm afraid I'll be going home, maybe some other time."
"Just one last thing, Kichi."
"What?"
"A fox is considered higher on the food chain."
The only reply he received was the sound of cursing followed by poof. It was the only reply he needed, before he let sleep claim his prone form.
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Author's notes:
Damn, over 30 review on the last chapter! The reaction to the last chapter was mixed, but expected. For those of you who stayed after reading it, you have my gratitude.
There are a few things I feel I need to clear up about both last chapter, and this chapter:
The assassin is not an OC. She is a cannon character.
The Serpent is also a cannon character.
I didn't kill Sairaorg off just for shits and giggles, his death will serve a greater purpose later on in the story.
Rias is slowly starting to diverge from cannon, getting extra training, having her first brush with death, and the harsh reality of the world. In this chapter I only showed the aftermath of it all.
If you have any questions feel free to ask. I'll answer them to the best of my ability.
Have an awesome day.