Hello readers!

Sorry for taking a bit to update, but my methods are a bit more difficult than you may give me credit for. I do NOT have a computer to type this story out on, so all of my words have to go from the paper I wrote them on to the phone I'm currently typing on. It's very annoying, but it works. In fact, I'm currently physically writing chapter 3, so know that it isn't that I can't find inspiration, but the fact that typing it own is a bit of a hassle

ONTO SOME INSIGHTS

I was asked by one reviewer to allow Tatsumi and Akame to meet again after they pass on. I'm not enough of a heartless monster to deny the two warriors their eventual reunion. I will say here and now, she will not be part of any faction, for the body she was reincarnated into I plan to be unique.

Also, something I neglected in my last A/N section was that in this version of AGK, Tatsumi didn't get together with Mine. That means he's free to enter relationships without feeling guilty about his past love life. SCORE!

There were many theories Tatsumi had tossed around in his head concerning what lay in the afterlife. Would there be a Heaven and Hell, in which his and other souls would be judged and sentenced to either eternal damnation or paradise? Was oblivion all that awaited those whose lives had come to an abrupt end? Did a soul become reincarnated into the same realm they left with all memories and experiences lost? These were the idle thoughts that entertained the Night Raider's mind on rare occasions throughout his career.

He never could've predicted the sensation of falling flat on his face. Well, flat wouldn't be the appropriate word to describe it. Somehow his nose and mouth hit the ground first, causing his head to tilt to the left and allowing the rest to follow. The pain from the impact barely registered when compared to the embarrassment he felt. A groan escaped his lips… but Tatsumi's heart practically stopped when he heard it.

The noise coming from his vocal cords wasn't anything he recognized. Hell, it couldn't even be considered human in origin. It sounded like a small animal, judging from the high-pitched nature, and was more akin to a growl than a groan. The assassin would've continued this line of thought, but a single thought cut through the mess of confusion.

'Where am I?'

Lacking the strength to move any of his limbs, along with feeling in them altogether, Tatsumi could only open his eyes to gain some spacial awareness. What met his red orbs could be described in a single word: treasure. A mountain of gold, silver, and precious gems towered above his prone form, surrounded only by the walls of what appeared to be a large cave. From the way light reflected off the hoard of riches and the rays of sunshine coating the stone floor around him, he could deduce that the cave's opening was behind him.

Another light growl came out of his lungs as he attempted to turn his head to look the other way. Not only was he unsuccessful in his endeavor, he was also alerted to the fact that his own mouth seemed to be stopping him. He narrowed his eyes to see a short snout coated in pink skin protruding from his face, ending in a slitted nose. His tongue slowly moved to lick his lips, only to discover he was missing all of his teeth. Unfortunately for him, the anatomical realizations didn't end there.

The numbness in his arms and legs finally faded away, leaving him with the distinct sensation that their shape had altered. Then there was the odd feeling of two extra protrusions coming from his back and his spine extending further than humanly possible.

Panic set in as the boy's heart rate accelerated. 'What the hell is going on?' He thought hysterically, his eyes darting in every direction. 'Am I still alive? Did the Tyrant evolve enough to survive Murasame's curse? What did it do to my body? How long have I been unconscious? Why the hell isn't anything making sense?!' His frantic self-questioning of his own clueless mind would've continued to spiral downward had it not been for the thunderous flap of unseen wings that echoed in the cave around him.

Tatumi's eyes finally came back into focus just in time to see an enormous shadow fall over him. A single whimper slipped though his trembling lips as his blood ran cold. It didn't make sense, though. He'd faced down danger beasts more than fifty times his size without batting an eye and faced down Esdeath in what most would call a hopeless battle with sound determination. What was it about this silhouette that made him quiver like a child?

"Ah," a feminine voice that was smooth as silk carried to his ears from behind. "So you finally decided to join the world of the living, hatchling."

Sauntering in from the edge of his vision came a creature that left the Night Raider in awe. Pale blue scales that shimmered in the sunlight; claws sharp enough to rend steel; majestic wings that neatly folded to its back, but were likely powerful beyond measure; and intelligent grey eyes whose slitted pupils gazed at the young assassin with equal amounts of compassion and intrigue. This magnificent creature was a dragon; and, though the boy was unsure how it could be possible, the dragon was pouting.

"I'm really disappointed, though," she stated, lying down and making her eyes level with Tatsumi's. "After months of diligently watching that egg, it never so much as shook. The one time I leave to stock my food supply, you decide it's prime hatching time. Am I really that scary?"

Confusion was now a horrible understatement for what he felt now. 'Egg? Hatching? What's that supposed to mean?' He tried to reply , to ask a question, any question, but all that came out was a quizzical chirp.

She chuckled, drawing her head back up and shaking it in self-admonishment. "Why am I asking a newborn such trivial questions. Of course I'm terrifying." She stood on all four legs, holding her head up high. "I am Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon and one of the five Great Dragon Kings! All should fear my immeasurable power!"

From his spot on the ground, face still stuck to the floor and unable to move, Tatsumi raised a single eyebrow. In his line of work he'd learned that those who boast loudly about their titles and powers are usually the weakest and easiest to kill. Instead of being impressed by Tiamat's status, he found himself skeptical of the winged reptile.

Feeling the hatchling's eyes still on her, the dragoness diverted her attention back to her unamused audience of one. A stab of indignation pierced her heart with the look he was giving her. It was as if he was saying "Oh, yeah?" The proud beast sunk back down, donning a depressed expression. "Great. I've fallen so low that I've failed to even impress an infant." She continued to mumble something about stupid male dragons besmirching her name and making her feel insecure.

At that point, something clicked in Tatsumi's brain. All of the variables that hadn't made sense finally added up. The weakness in his body; the strange new anatomy that wasn't there before he passed out; all the words Tiamat was using to describe him. 'Hatchling, infant, newborn… oh my god, I'm a baby dragon!' Although it seemed impossible, the former assassin of Night Raid had been reborn. 'Was this the Tyrant's last resort?'

Tiamat had finished her brooding by then and gazed down at the newborn curiously. If she was to believe her sisters, whom hatched and raised their own young, expressions such as the one this hatchling was making didn't belong on a dragon fresh out of the egg. Infants were supposed to marvel at the world with eyes aglow in wonder and curiosity. This one's eyes, though, with their red irises and strange crossed pupils, spoke of something entirely different. They were the eyes of a creature that had seen joy, sadness, love…and war. Now they were full of disbelief and astonishment, as if it had just been told everything it new was a lie.

Of course, the egg hadn't been laid by Tiamat herself. The dragoness hadn't trusted any males since Ddraig, the Welsh Dragon and one of the two Heavenly Dragons, "borrowed" some of her treasure and lost it all. She'd found the egg some months ago while taking one of her weekly trips to trade scales to the Familiar Master for food. He preferred that she didn't hunt the creatures in the Familiar Forest she called home so she'd agreed to refrain in return for catering and a continued residence. Some scales were requires to pay for the meals, but she shed enough each day to never have to worry. Dragon scales were as valuable to other races as precious gems, after all.

Anyway, she was flying back to her cave when a burst of draconic energy erupted in the forest. Being extremely territorial, Tiamat had descended to give whatever prick who was dumb enough to trespass a piece of her mind. However, instead of a hostile dragon, she discovered an egg. It rested in the hollow of a dead tree, glowing with an aura that made her shiver. Knowing no dragon would leave an egg alone without protection, she assumed its parents had been slain and sent it here as a last resort. It didn't take much thought on her part before she decided to adopt the unborn dragon and raise it as her own.

Months later, with the hatchling finally gathering the strength to lift its own head, Tiamat was faced with a scenario she wasn't prepared for. The only way to confirm her suspicions would be to ask the newborn itself, but its undeveloped muscles and vocal cords would make verbal confrontation impossible. That left only one other option.

The dragoness arched her neck, lowering her head toward the pink, scale-less infant. Before it could react to the sudden close proximity, she opened her mouth, stuck out her forked tongue, and licked him. Her saliva covered his diminutive form, seeping into his skin and even invading his mouth. Unbeknownst to the shocked hatchling, his entire body gave off a pale blue glow, conpleting the draconic ritual.

'What the actual fuck?!' Tatsumi thought, reeling from the impromptu tongue bath. 'She licked me! Holy hell that was weird! I think I swallowed some!'

'That's some pretty vulgar language there, hatchling.'

The assassin stopped altogether when the foreign words entered his mind. Slowly, he looked back at Tiamat, his eyes wide as saucers. 'Was…was that you?' he asked experimentally.

She nodded. 'Indeed. The saliva I left on you carried a special spell that allows two minds to converse without the need for a verbal medium.'

'Did you have to get it in my mouth, though?' he whined, his own tongue hanging out in displeasure. 'It tasted like blood and rotten fish.'

Tiamat hmph'd and stuck her nose up. 'Well sorry, but I ate before coming here. We can't all have perfect dental health, you know,' she replied sarcastically. 'Hasn't anyone ever told you not to insult a woman?'

'Sorry,' he answered, feeling guilty.

'Thank you,' she smiled, composing herself for the coming conversation. 'Now, I have a few questions for you, hatchling.'

'That's funny,' Tatsumi chuckled. 'I was about to say the same thing.'

'Ladies first, young one. If you answer my question, I may be inclined to answer your.'

'Okay. Go for it. It's not like I'm going anywhere.'

'First of all, I'm no expert on infant psychology, but something tells me a hatchling that isn't more than an hour old shouldn't be able to think and understand speech. Who, or what, are you?

'That's a tough one,' Tatsumi thought. He knew for a fact that he was Tatsumi, Night Raid assassin and wielder of Incursio. At least, he had been. However, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him he was both right and wrong.

Cautiously, he probed that psychological itch, and was rewarded with a torrent of information. None of it was solid; just a slew of images, flavors, thoughts, sounds, and sensations that blurred together. They all seemed to be random in nature, but a single theme remained constant among them all: change. In every memory he was evolving, adapting, and transforming himself to become the most deadly predator in existence. These belonged to the Tyrant, but also to him now as well. He was the Tyrant.

'I'm… not sure what I am,' the young dragon began. 'I remember living as a human and fighting in a war after losing everything and everyone close to me, but that isn't all. I was also an ancient dragon. One that could overcome anything nature had to throw at me. I was immortal, surviving even beyond my own death as I was forged into living armor, dubbed Incursio. My human name was Tatsumi and my title as a dragon was "Tyrant." It's really all a mess right now.'

Tiamat raised an eyebrow. 'You say it like you were both of those at the same time, yet also neither.'

'That's because I was,' Tatsumi replied. 'At this point, I am both the human and the armor he wore. I…Tatsumi tried to kill the Tyrant for good with the help of a special poison, but the Tyrant refused to die. I evolved at a rapid rate…but I wouldn't allow myself to live. The last thing I remember from both lives was immeasurable pain and something between my selves…breaking.'

By then, the dragoness was almost as confused as the hatchling himself. A quick scan of his memories proved he wasn't lying, but that made the situation even more complicated. From what she could deduce, that shattering he felt was likely the barrier between his two souls, allowing them to become one. Another aspect that caught her attention was that she never heard of a dragon named "Tyrant," yet the proof of its power stared her right in the face. She could see that it was a terrible, vicious beast that fed on all other creatures that crossed its path, sometimes even killing just for fun. The biggest question still remained firmly in Tiamat's mind.

'So, which are you now? Which of your two past selves dominated the other?'

Tatsumi let out a chirping chuckle. 'In all honesty? I think neither did. My personality is equal parts Tatsumi and Tyrant, though you could say my Tyrant self didn't have much personality to begin with. Its will to survive has remained, but the mind of Tatsumi remains at the forefront. Only time will tell if one overtakes the other, but I'd prefer to keep both intact.'

Tiamat smiled at the newborn dragon. 'Alright. I won't pester you anymore about your past. Though, I have no idea what I should call you.'

'Tatsumi is fine,' the boy stated. 'It would be a little pretentious of me to go by Tyrant when I'm not even a day old.'

The Chaos-Karma Dragon couldn't help but laugh. 'That is true. So, Tatsumi, you held up your end of our little deal and gave me all I needed to know. Ask anything your heart desires.'

Before any serious inquiries could be made by the small dragon, a cool breeze swept through the cave. Having no scales to keep himself warm, he shivered at the unwanted chill. Fortunately for him, Tiamat noticed and chose to fix it. She lifted her left foreleg and extended it toward the trembling infant, making sure to be gentle with him. With the upmost care, she slid him closer to her warm body and covered him with one of her enormous wings. The former assassin instinctually cuddled up to the heat source and leg out an adorable yawn.

'Thanks,' he thought sleepily, nuzzling her scales. 'I'll… ask when I wake up. So… sleepy…'

Silence filled Tiamat's cave, broken only by the deep breaths of the newborn she protected from the cold. The dragon king mulled over the information she received from Tatsumi. Not only his words, but the very nature of his aura and the energy he radiated. The boy had unimaginable potential. His aura was erratic, but seemed to reach out and analyze everything it came into contact with, including Tiamat herself. The psyche link went both ways, and from what she could feel he subconsciously used it to determine whether or not she was a threat. It was the only explanation for hos he trusted her so easily.

"You are an interesting one, Tatsumi," she thought out loud, curling around the smaller dragon. "Something tells me life is going to be exciting for you, and me in the near future.

END NOTES

I plan on including all, or almost all, of the AGK characters in this story, with each being part of the supernatural world. Be warned, a few of them may have off-screen deaths, but this is my story so =P. I will accept suggestions on certain characters I'm undecided on, so make your suggestions and reasoning in the reviews.

Included so far:

Akame: [Decided]

Leone: [Decided]

Bulat: [Undecided]

Esdeath: [Undecided

Honest+Syura: [Decided]

Sheele: [Undecided]

Susanoo: [Decided]

Chelsea: [Undecided]

Lubbock: [Undecided]

Najenda: [Undecided]

Gambler out!