I don't own Fire Emblem or Naruto. I am just a guy who likes to write fanfiction. I also proud to admit that I am an Idiot. Yes, the capital letter is intentional.

Fair warning: I am an A-hole. And Grima is totally OOC.

October 11th - early in the Moring - Konoha

"Whyyy!"

It was an usual day in the Village hidden in the Leaves. Merchants opened their stores to sell their wares to reasonable prices, elders chased kids out of their backyards, said kids jumped over rooftops to play tag instead, the father of a certain cat future generations of Genin will wish a long, agonizing death for was born... Shinobi cleared piles of piles of debris... Okay, maybe it was an unusual day, but for the populace it would be one of the usual days for the long months to come.

"What have I done to you, world?"

On this day, a white haired man wearing an oddly looking coat with purple markings, a white haired woman dressed in blue, lord-like clothing (but missing footwear), a blue haired, female infant wrapped into a soft, pink towel and, at last, a red haired woman dressed in a green, civilian like dress with a yellow blonde haired, male infant in her arms sat at a ramen stand near the administrative district: Ichiraku's Ramen.

"It's okay, honey. I am there for you."

The white haired man gently patted the back of his crying wife with his right arm. The blue haired infant, comfortably supported by the other arm of the man, glared imaginable daggers at the white haired woman. After all, the now physically newborn had her clothes stolen by the dragon in human form. She also puffed her cheeks out while crossing her arms above her upper body (she wants to relearn walking at the end of the year) to further visualize her anger and resentment towards the physically older woman, but the newborn only managed to look cute.

Reflet had mentioned earlier to make a picture of her in this pose and write the words "Worst... Day... Ever..." underneath it. She had muttered something about 'memes', 'community' and 'absolute world domination', but Robin wasn't quite sure. Anyways, it was just too bad that she had exposition duty at the council chambers, together with the songstress and the werewolf.

"It is not okay! It is wrong! So! Damn! Wrong!"

The red haired woman watched the scene next to her with an ever growing sweet-drop forming behind her head. "Shouldn't it be something to be happy about?"

"Normally, it is." the male dragon responded. "However, if you have to go through that a second time..."

"So, so wrong!"

Robin gently patted her back again. "Everything will be alright. You already survived this challenge once, you can do it a second time. And I'll be at your side, like the first time."

"You aren't overreacting at all, are you?" Kushina deadpanned.

"Every enemy that can bring my wife into this state has to be feared." the white haired man answered in a dead tone.

"You... are... idiots..." the blue haired infant muttered.

"I have to agree with the young one." the read-head added. "I mean... you two have a cute little... prodigious daughter over there... So what's so wrong about giving her a little sibling? Given, it hurts like hell, but the result is worth any pain in the world."

"You have your son. I have to give birth to twins. Twins! And the worst thing is: I ALREADY HAD DONE SO A LONG TIME AGO! It's wrong! So, so wrong!"

"... come again?"

Robin answered for his emotionally down breaking wife. "Your husband told you that we are... dimensional travelers, right?" The red-head nodded. "Well... How do I put this... If you pass through an unstable dimensional rift, a lot of 'stuff' can happen."

"... that being?"

"... Before we were thrown through the passage, we had twins... One was eighty-nine years old, the other twelve. Corrin gave birth to them a year ago."

"... That makes no sense."

"We won't use pocket dimensions to hide our offspring anymore, at least that much is a given. Azura shares that decision." Robin then muttered something about glad to being able to warn the others or something similar to that.

"... Right... So what's the pro- oh..."

"According to Reflet, the souls of our children are kept in stasis and reside within my wife until they are born again... on April nineteen." The man with blood red eyes sighed. "Gods, I hate dimensional travel."

"So, so wrong!"

"Suffer..." the infant muttered with no amounts of sympathy towards the white haired woman.

"And my granddaughter is still angry about my wife stealing her clothes."

"... That sounds really, really wrong, ya know?"

"I used to command armies during times of war and was part of the 'elites'. The conversations I happened to overhear from time to time..." Robin shook his head. "I am surprised that I managed to not lose one of said 'elites' during the first three wars... And I was just ten years old after the end of the third one."

"So... much... nonsense." the blue haired infant added with haunted, cobalt blue eyes.

"Uh...huh... So, basically what you want to tell me is to not think about what you talked about at all and give your wife something to eat again... right?"

"That would be preferable."

And just like this, the seventh bowl of delicious beef ramen was slowly and gratefully downed by the white haired woman.

"So..." Kushina began, "When did you met each other for the first time?"

Robin thought about it for a moment. "Well, I was seven years old and traveling with my 'big sister' aka time traveling daughter and a random band of misfits, who later on became part of said 'elites', to a cold country ruled by mighty warriors... We were ambushed by invisible forces originating from Corrin's realm and I obliterated at least a good fourth of their numbers with lightning magic. Then she, an older version of me, a person who looked identical to my 'sister', a swearing butler and two foreign princesses of two different countries walked through the rift, we joined forces, a fangirl- and clothing incident happened, they vanished again and that's it."

"... And when did you encounter her as a grown-up?"

"My 'sister' aka time traveling daughter and I had traveled through an ancient dimensional portal and, because she had punched a hole into the wall, landed in a dead world. Time and space didn't seem to follow the rules known to mankind, waterfalls ascended from a near endless source of water into the sky to an upside-down ocean of sorts, every landmass seemed to consist of floating islands..."

The man gave his wife a loving look. "And then, after I had processed all these first expressions of this foreign world, she literally fell down from the sky... ocean... Did she fell up? Anyways, she fell right on top of me." His expression then changed into something unreadable. "And then we were assaulted by not-so-invisible forces... or, to be more accurate, soulless copies of humans."

He continued. "She was injured, her demonic sword she apparently got from her tyrant of an adoptive father switched sides and she didn't knew what the hell was going on. Likewise, me, a biological flamethrower, spell-caster, swordsman and master tactician, as well as my time traveling daughter had no idea either. So we did the only thing we could come up with: Grab the woman, blow stuff up, wait for something to happen and profit from it. In this case, we dived into a waterfall while being chased by an angry mob of human puppets. Turns out the 'ocean' up above our heads was some kind of portal that led to her world. We survived, made our introductions to one another, my daughter and I made time-travel-jokes to mess with Corrin's head..."

"And that was basically it. The two of us decided to travel alongside her for a while and stuff happened, including lot's of... disagreements, me and Corrin promising one another to make each other's life as miserable as possible, nearly killing ourselves to get the last bowl of perfectly cooked bear meat stew... Oh, and us finding out that the other one wasn't as bad as we thought they are."

"And now we are here." the tactician finished with a shrug.

"Coincidentally arriving at the time my husband wanted to sacrifice himself to seal a being of mass destruction away while I was slowly dying... Then you decided to help him sealing the fuzz-ball without him forfeiting his life, saving my life along the way." Kushina voiced out loud.

"We could do it, so we did it."

"... Just like that?"

"If you get thrown into some kind of bad situation in an unknown world without any warning whatsoever, it is usually a good idea to make allies. I overheard Reflet's conversation with the fox, gathered more information, negotiated... Got into an argument with my wife..."

"Idiots..." the blue haired 'prodigious' infant added.

"We talk about you another time, Lucina. Just wait until you fall madly in love with some unfortunate soul and be all territorial over him."

Said addressed 'prodigious' infant looked at him with wide, innocent eyes and a tilted head.

"You know exactly what I talk about, young one. You are mentally twenty-one years old, so stop sulking as if you are stuck in an infant's body and act like the other representatives of your age group."

Kushina glanced past the still eating Corrin at Robin. "You want your infant to act like an infant?"

Robin thought about that a bit more. "Now that I think about it... Lucina, continue."

Instead, the young one just glared at him.

"So... how will you feed her?" the red-head asked in a curious tone, trying to change the subject.

"Wata." the twenty-one years old infant answered without hesitation.

"Water..." Kushina repeated as if she hadn't heard it right.

"Wata." Lucina confirmed.

"To repeat myself: Lucina is our granddaughter. Not our daughter." Robin pointed out in an even tone.

"But how do you intend to... nurture her?"

"WATA!"Now it was clear to everyone that the young one just wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible.

"Apparently she wants to wait until she gets her teeth." the tactician concluded. "She is old enough to make her own decisions, so I won't lecture her."

"Right... Six months old infant... old enough to make her own decisions..."

"She gave a being of mass destruction a psychological therapy session. I give her the benefit of the doubt."

Silence overcame the two active partakers of the conversation.

"Thanks..?" Lucina broke it.

The white haired woman finished her bowl, set her chopsticks aside and sighed loudly.

"Better?" Robin asked in a calm tone.

Corrin sighed again. "I'll manage." She then faced the red-head, albeit still somewhat depressed. "Thank you for the meal, lady Kushina."

Said addressed red haired woman blinked for a second. "Lady Kushina? Huh..." She tapped her right pointer finger at her chin while absently looking at a suddenly very interesting spot on the ceiling. "That's nothing I hear often... It's kinda weird, ya know?"

"Hopefully not as weird as multiple shape-shifting persons falling from the sky." the tactician cut in.

"No, not quite as weird." Kushina waved him off. "Then again, I saw weirder things. Keyword-"

Yooooouuuuuth!

The three adults and the infants (including a formerly napping Naruto) blinked twice in unison. They could've sworn they heard a rather eccentric individual making himself known from the other side of the hidden village.

"... I wanted to say 'spandex', but that word is actually more accurate." The red haired woman's left eye slightly twitched.

Robin groaned. "This is Priam, Owain, Arthur, Henry, Cynthia, and Ophelia all over again..."

Corrin let out another deep breath. "We killed a devourer of worlds before. We should survive..." The draconic princess then faced the red haired mother, tiredness clearly visible on her face. "Well, back to the interrogation. What do you want to know..?"

"Well..." Kushina was now slightly uncomfortable with the situation... "I wouldn't call it that..."

"We are being shadowed by at least twelve masked individuals since we set foot into the village." Robin deadpanned. "Also, Reflet's gigantic dragon form was hard to ignore. In addition, most of us can either turn into biological flamethrowers or a werewolf. Combine that with the Fox - a Fox with an capital 'F' by the way - and a halfway destroyed village... I don't have to elaborate any further than that, do I?"

The red-head caught onto his train of thought. "... Actually, I just wanted to have a nice little chat with you... And maybe talk about your origins and... your home world?"

"Well, as I stated: Back to the interrogation." Corrin sighed again. "I am the daughter of an ancient dragon who could not only manifest his will outside of his draconic body, but also split it. So, at some point, to partially escape insanity, the 'sane' portion of my father's will apparently reformed itself as a human-like entity, left his now truly insane dragon-form alone and, well... He fell madly in love with a member of the high society of the vallian nobility."

"So, and while the sane portion of the dragon's mind enjoyed my mother's company and they had, well, me, the insane portion started to drive the populace of the Invisible Kingdom of Valla into submission... By invading and overwriting their minds with his own. And soon, their bodies were burned into nothingness via daily doses of draconic curses."

"The sane portion of the dragon, who, from what I know, probably had had the time of his life with my mother, caught onto the changes in the atmosphere and, well, helped in evacuating the... survivors of the vallian royal family through a highly unstable dimensional portal. Coincidentally, the family members were my mother with my newborn self as well as my aunt - my mother's older sister and former queen of the invisible kingdom - with a young Azura in her arms. Mr. Sane then seemed to have gotten his snacks out and watched as the world slowly died and vanished in front of him before merging with Mr. Insane again."

"My mother and Azura's mother apparently landed in two different kingdoms. Mother landed somewhere in the kingdom of dawn, Hoshido, while my aunt landed somewhere in the kingdom of dusk, Nohr. And coincidentally, they each married into the royal family of the respective kingdom. To the rulers, no less."

"And so, I grew up in the hoshidan royal family until I became six years old... I think. My step-father, king Sumeragi of Hoshido, was about to sign a peace treaty with Azura's step-father, king Garon of Nohr, and brought me with him... Cute, six year old me, because why not?"

"The following peace negotiations escalated and my father shielded my young self from a hail of arrows courtesy of god old Garon. 'I was such a poor thing'. 'Orphaned at such a tender age'. and well... He took me in... and practically imprisoned me in a fort a good way to the north of the nohrian capital. Shortly after that, the hoshidian forces tried to free me... They failed and, instead, they kidnapped Azura."

"So, there we were: Two vallian princesses, one from Hoshido, the other from Nohr, kidnapped by their counterpart's 'home' kingdoms. Instead of growing up with my step-brother and my three half-blooded siblings, I was adopted into the nohrian royal family."

"And that was just the second-hand information me and my cousin got from my... full blooded sister and the possessed souls of our family. But excuse me please, I have to fight a VERY strong headache now." the draconic princess finished her rant and let her head hit the counter again.

Kushina blinked in confusion. Twice. "You are a royal?"

Robin gently patted his wife's back again. "So is my paradox of a time traveling granddaughter who got her clothes stolen by my wife."

Said paradox glared at her grandmother, bloody murder flaring in her eyes.

Corrin inhaled and exhaled, making herself ready for another rant. "The daughter of a dragon, the daughter of a god, the daughter of a demon, the daughter of some random traveler... Who cares who's daughter I am! I am me. I am in another, totally different world. A world were my upbringing theoretically doesn't matter... Shouldn't matter." Her following words then came out as a quiet mumble. "Well, except Lilith finds a way to create a breach in the Space-Time-barrier... again."

To preserve her sanity, the red haired mother didn't asked for further details and slightly changed the topic. "So... you are... shape shifters, right?"

"The correct term for our 'race' would be 'Manakete', but I am not exactly sure if I am actually one." the tactician commented. "While my mother was a representative of the mentioned race and my father was a human... With all that genetic reengineering I went through, I am either a Manakete or a Reflet."

"I... human." It was clear as the day that the time traveling infant, who had far too much dragon blood running through her veins for her own good, desperately clung to her portion of humanity like a dragon to its territory.

"Robin, your jokes are terrible." the white haired princess groaned, head still on the counter.

"Never claimed to be good at it." the tactician admitted in such a way as if he had made a comment about the weather.

"Before we abandon the subject... again..." Kushina let out a deep breath. "This... time-travel... thing... Can you... gently... break it down for me? It will probably cause a major headache regardless, but..."

"Alright." Robin focused for a moment, inhaled and exhaled before sharing their tale. "So, it all started with an alternate realm - or timeline, if you prefer that term - and our little blue haired princess over here." Said little blue haired princess glared at him, arms crossed and pouting. "The Fell Dragon Grima had thrown humanity at the brink of extinction and undead creatures roamed the wastelands of shattered kingdoms. The world was thrown into eternal darkness, ash of burned cities, villages, forests crops, bodies and whatnot covered the ground, rivers were either frozen or highly poisonous thanks to the rotten remains of the local wildlife... You get the picture."

"Princess Lucina Lowell, the heir to the throne of the Halidom of Ylisse -well, what remained of it-, wielder of the legendary blade Falchion, inheritor of the Shield of Seals and sole survivor of the exalted bloodline had to grow up fast. She wasn't even four years old when she got... orphaned. She survived the fourteen years in which the Fell Dragon slowly, but surely drained the life from the world. And so, with eighteen years, Lucina, the last members of human society and shape shifters made a last-stand against the undead horde and the Wings of Despair... Well, that was the plan, anyway."

"In order to gain the necessary power to defeat the Fell Dragon, Lucina had to prove herself in front of the Divine Dragon Naga in the Awakening-Ritual. Problem: Naga was heavily crippled, thanks to an earlier 'visit' from the Fell Dragon. Naga had not enough power to empower Lucina and send her and her trusted friends on a suicide-run on the back of the Fell Dragon. Instead, Naga activated a device on a remote island - located roughly two-hundred-and-fifty kilometers away from their current position - which then tore a rift into the fabric of space-time. Plan: Lucina and her group should travel into the past and find a way to stop the resurrection of the Fell Dragon."

"Waitwaitwaitwait..." Kushina cut the tactician off. "So, there were two Dragons... One demonic, the other divine. The divine one got crippled and didn't had enough might to empower a single individual and teleport her to the back of the demonic one, but managed to tore a rift into the fabric of space-time... Shouldn't the last thing, well, I don't know, require a lot more energy?"

"Incom...petence... Sadist... So much... swimming..."

Robin continued "Like the little one eloquently mentioned, the Divine Dragon didn't gave... the extinction of humanity any attention at all. So Lucina and her most trusted... friends, one of them a half-Manakete, made their way to the remote island. On their trip through hell, they found a four to five years old girl in an old chapell. Our daughter, Morgan." The tactician let out a small chuckle. "And now starts the craziness."

"In an act of sympathy Lucina included the young girl into their group. They never regretted the choice as soon as they found out that she had a great tactical mind... Even though she ate almost all their daily ratios... and traumatized half of the warriors." The tactician seemed to be noticeably proud of the last statement. "After a lot of swimming Lucinas group eventually reached the island... An Impressive feat, considering that some of the warriors wore Heavy Armor."

"They found a gate with a breach in reality contained within it. The individual members of the survivors, one after the other, entered the gate until Grima had shown up. He bombarded them with fireballs, somehow knocked Lucina out and... destabilized the gate. Morgan, who had been on the back of the princess the entire time, had dragged her through the rift then."

"All the time travelers made it safely to the other side of the rift. Only Problem: The individual travelers arrived at different locations and times. Morgan in particular arrived fourteen years prior to Lucina... In both the original and the to-be-altered timeline. I have no idea how she managed to do that. It just... had happened."

"In both timelines, Morgan had adopted a young, seven years old boy - aka me - as her little brother. In both timelines, she was employed by a certain ylissean lord as the head tactician for his militia of random bunch of misfits. In both timelines, both the lord and Morgan started to develop feelings to one another. In both timelines, they married. In the altered timeline, Grima was defeated, Morgan had stayed at her husband's side for the rest of his life and then traveled with me through the realms. And eventually, we found Corrin." Robin let out a low growl. "That being said, our daughter shouldn't have been in either timeline in the first place."

"My wife had had the BRILLIANT IDEA to hide our children in pocket dimensions so they couldn't be used as ransom against us during our war against the Silent Dragon Anankos. Problem: Thanks to the mentioned destabilization of the Outrealm Gate, courtesy of the Fell Dragon, four to five years old Morgan was drawn through a newly made rift in the mentioned pocket dimension and landed in the destroyed timeline. What a lovely paradox." And with these words, the tactician's head crashed onto the counter.

The red haired mother blinked multiple times until she connected the dots... "If I hadn't seen how that dragon had appeared out of nowhere before I had passed out... I wouldn't have believed anything you had just said..."

"So much... Nonsense..."

Robin groaned again. "Not to mention the half-Manakete showing up one thousand years prior to all this messed up stuff... Falling right on top of the first Exalt as he was about to execute the powerless, human-like form of the Fell Dragon..."

Kushina blinked again. "... Come again?"

"The Fell Dragon fell into insanity because of a rapid accumulation of power and lack of social contact. She had a temper tantrum and nearly triggered an apocalypse. The first Exalt, together with the help of the Divine Dragon Naga, sealed her Dragon form - and therefore, almost ninety percent of her overall might - away. He wanted to end the threat to humanity once and for all though." The tactician sighed, head still on the counter. "So when he was about to behead the child-like form of the natural disaster, a rift opened itself up in the sky. The half-Manakete from the destroyed future barreled right into the First Exalt and unknowingly saved the Fell Dragon's life. And -surprise- it turns out that the demonic dragon is actually very pleasant to have around once she had regained her common sense. Both of them still had to run away from the agitated human forces though."

The tactician straightened himself back up again. "Grima had then changed her name into Reflet, officially in order to hide her identity. Unofficially, she wanted to fix a poor name-choice her parents had taken. Anyways, we - and with 'we' I mean me, my daughter and the random bunch of misfits - met them as they were drinking tea with Tiki, Naga's daughter."

"And, well, that's the basic back-story of all of us with dragon blood. Corrin, you are allowed to murder me now." Robin finished.

"First, the twins have to be born. Again. Then I murder you. In the most. Painful. Way. Imaginable." Corrin spoke in such a dead tone that Kushina was sure that for every dot in the princess' sentence at least one person living in this world died. Painfully.

"And then you will bathe in my blood and use my corpse as a pillow. I see." Robin was the embodiment of calmness.

"You really love each other, do you?" Kushina deadpanned.

"We wouldn't try to murder each other if we didn't." Their simultaneous answer was... interesting... to say the least.

"I... fail to see the connection."

"It's easy." Corrin began as she removed her head from the counter, all negative feelings forgotten. "Couples bicker with each other and either reconcile... Or break up. However, if we try to murder each other and, as always, fail, none of us is angry at the other anymore afterwards."

"Physical exhaustion at its finest." the tactician added in his casual manner.

"In other words... you two are sadists."

Kushina didn't got an answer immediately. Then...

"Nah. That's Morgan's thing." they answered in unison again.

The red haired woman didn't knew how she should react to that statement. Instead, she focused her gaze onto the seemingly forgotten infant.

Lucina's frightened face spoke for herself. Rescue me!

To the infant's misfortune, Kushina had to ignore her request. "Well, as long as you don't burn down the village or the surrounding forest... and don't hurt the casual onlookers..."

"This won't become the 'Village hidden underneath the ashes', don't worry." Somehow, the red haired woman doubted the tactician's words. Probably with good reason.

"Alright..." the mother of the blond haired infant inhaled and exhaled. "So... what are you going to do now? I... doubt it is safe to... travel through dimensions... in your current... condition."

Robin just shrugged. "We might stay for a couple decades. Give or take fifty years. We will definitely wait till our children reach their seventieth birthday before we make any major kind of dimensional travel. It really depends." He stretched his right arm. "Also, this village looks nice enough. Not too big, not too small, a lot of technological stuff to study, bloodline abilities to exploit... I might even be able to lead an army of ninjas through a war or five."

"It would be interesting to live as a non-royal individual for once. I have enough of towers." Corrin added. "But then again... My siblings might try to reunite with me. All nine of them." She sighed. "Anyways... Robin, do you know where the equipment of our children is?"

"Reflet has it. Well, most of it. Morgan's coat is dust - literally. She won't be happy if she hears that. Her Kinshi-egg had survived the fall without any form of damage whatsoever, oddly enough."

"Kana's Replica-Yatogami seems to have accumulated fifty years worth of rust during the dimensional jump. His clothing is dusted, too. Thankfully, his Dragonstone is completely undamaged."

"Err..." The married couple turned to the clueless red haired woman. "What... is a Kinshi-egg? Or a Dragon stone, for that matter..?"

Robin thought about his answer for a bit. "Well... A Dragonstone is a special stone we use in order to turn into dragons. It is not required, but... how should I put it... It suppresses the majority of the animalistic instincts of our kind... No, that doesn't describe it. If we transform during a fit of rage, we are able to come back to our senses a lot faster than without..."

Corrin jumped in. "The stones calm us down. That's the summary of it. They also look nice." The princess then crossed her arms into a thoughtful pose. "So, what is a Kinshi... Well, it has some resemblance to a peacock, an ostrich, a hawk and a swan... I think. They have golden-white feathers as bright as the sun. They are omnivores, always try to eat my hair, a pain to domesticate..."

"Don't forget that they grow big enough to ride on them and are very intelligent." Robin cut in.

"Yea, that too. You have to train them from the very beginning though. Stubborn, spoiled, overgrown soup chicken..." The last words came out as a low growl.

"Kinshis nest in the mountains northern to the hoshidian capital and cover long distances in order to hunt their food. Cows, bears, Pegasi, Corrin... They aren't picky."

"It grabbed and dragged me through the skies while I was in my freakin' dragon form! And the bird didn't do it because it was hungry, - no, hell no, - it did it just because it could!"

"Sakura's Kinshi is a female." the tactician corrected.

"It's a demon. A DEMON!"

"So," Kushina cut her off, "a Kinshi is a big, mountable bird."

"And damn-useful in aerial combat." Robin added. "Seriously, they are fast and evade pretty much everything you shoot, cast or throw at them. At least if they are trained right." The tactician let out a sigh. "Sakura's Kinshi on the other hand just brave-birded everything. And it worked."

"Can we... go now?" a small and tired voice called out.

Three sets of eyes focused on the blue haired 'prodigious' infant as their owners processed the young one's question.

"I think we can visit the... intact sections of the village, if you want." Kushina suggested, her tone a bit irritated.

"Yea, that might be a bit more interesting. Alternatively, we could just find an empty patch of grass and relax for a while." To emphasize her point, Corrin let out a soft yawn.

"I see. I get demoted to a pillow again." Robin deadpanned.

Naruto was sleeping like a rock. Lucina soon imitated the blond infant's actions. She was really, really tired.

Council chambers - Konoha

Reflet yawned. She was annoyed. And tired. A bad combination.

Here she was, in the middle of a military village's council after some housings got stomped by some eldritch monstrosity... And the kids were yelling at each other for no real reason. Some of the councilors are mad because the military was not able to protect their homes (read: their mansions and their wealth), some other civilians are panicking because they don't know what happened with the fox, there was a group who want to have tax increases...

Then, there was the military, or the 'Clans'. The 'Uchiha', who apparently are in charge for the police force, are annoyed and make it known to everyone. The 'Hyuuga', some clan seemingly consisting of stuck up nobles, were also annoyed, but they were good at hiding it.

A woman with facial markings and purple lips (definitely excessive use of make-up) briefly caught her interest. She had a big-ish wolf-like, one-eyed hound (bonus-points for the eye-patch) by her side who glared at the dragon-in-human-form as if he could smell that the little girl was highly dangerous (smart puppy)...

There were also three persons apparently representing the 'Akimichi'-, 'Yamanaka'- and 'Nara'- clans... They completely ignored the bickering and were apparently doing something productive and planned how they could rebuild the damaged areas in the most efficient way possible...

Reflet observed a bandaged cripple with mild interest. War-hawk kind of guy. Glares at me as IF I was a threat, but clearly not because I AM a threat. Paranoid son-of-a-.

At least two question were consistently echoed every now and then by the relatively immature humans: Where the heck did that dragon came from? Where is it now?

The sole dragon in the council room let out another deep yawn and absently played with the long sleeves of her purple Yukata. Maybe things would've been more interesting if I would've still worn my swimwear... She observed the individual humans again, then took a quick glance at her companions: the pale blue haired songstress watched with indifference at the councilors while her husband, a young man with messed-up black and white hair, a pair of wolfish ears and a wolf-like tail, snored absently at her side. His semi-formal-semi-casual clothing and his blue nightcap completed the look.

As yet another yawn escaped the Fell Dragon's maw, she decided that enough was enough, stretched herself and, with a flick of her claw-like fingers, summoned Javis.

In an instant, the entirety of the councilmen and -women were on guard as a Risen, clad in an old butler's uniform, materialized itself right in front of the purple eyed girl.

"Bwaaagh!" Translation: How can I be of service, Milady?

"Lavender tea, chocolate cake and some bear jerky, please."

"Bluarw!" Translation: Shall I also mobilize the Death Lords, Milady?"

"Don't bother. I'm not in the mood to intimidate the crowd. Just fulfill my task."

"Gruuualrgh!" Translation: Very well, Milady. I shall return with the aforementioned items. Bloody, as usual?

"Nah. Just extra-sugar." And with its mistress' final orders, Javis the butler-Risen dissolved into a cloud of purple mist.

The entire room was silent afterwards.

The make-up-woman with the eye-patch-hound broke it. "What. The &=%ยง. Was that?"

"Was that... a corpse?" Reflet raised an eyebrow when she heard the eye-patch-puppy talk.

"No usage of hand-seals. No visible exertion. My Kikaichu report of space-time anomalies on a molecular level." Reflet hadn't noticed the talking person before, even though he looked odd enough with his large trench coat and the round sunglasses. And apparently, she wasn't the only one. "My allies are unable to gauge the female's chakra reserves: A barrier completely surrounds her entire being. Only visible by contact."

"I can only see a faint purple cloud around the brat. Hyuuga?" The head of the Uchiha-clan pretty much spat the other clan's name out of his mouth.

The Hyuuga-clan-head remained stoic. "The child either lacks a chakra network... or the 'barrier' masks it completely."

"Geez! Of course I had to land in a village filled with perverts!" Reflet groaned loud enough so that everyone inside the chambers could hear her - clearly. "Do I have your attention? Yes? Good. So, I don't know about you brats, but I am annoyed. If you don't have anything productive to propose and only waste my time, please inform us beforehand."

That speech grew a few tick marks. Good. Very good.

"Watch your tone, brat!" the cripple in the background practically declared without thinking it through. "We adults have to lead our village through the aftermath of a natural disaster!" He then seemed to mumble something about lack of discipline, respect and 'damn foreigners'.

Reflet groaned again. Loudly. "No, you listen, BRAT." She held up a finger. "First of all, if you want my respect, earn it." A second finger rose up. "Second, I don't care right now if you deem something important or not. I had to sit here for NAGA DAMN THREE HOURS STRAIGHT because you wanted to personally interrogate us. And you did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING within this timeframe!" Finger number three accompanied two and one. "Third: I am older than all of you combined! Now you listen to your elder and either ask your worthless questions now or let us go, wait till your leader awakes from his good-night's rest and leave me alone till then! Dimensional travel takes a toll on me and I am tired enough to sleep through at least three years straight!"

That made the cripple furious. Good. "Just who do you think you are!?"

The draconic goddess smirked. "I think that I am Reflet." Well, am I not a well of information?

The trench-coat-guy with the insects adjusted his sunglasses. "Am I right with the assumption that you know further specifics about the origins of the 'dragon'? If yes, then we would like a more... elaborate answer."

"Aww, you're no fun." Reflet pouted before smirking again, subconsciously showing her fangs. "Yes, I know the origins of the dragon. She is over ten thousand years old, an earth dragon, gradually absorbs the life force of the planet she is on if she wants to, can reanimate the dead, destroys timelines-gone-wrong in her spare time, hates to be called a 'puppy-kicker', has a bear-meat-addiction, her favorite color is purple, she can kill everyone in this room with her lower intestinal winds, accumulated so much cash that the interest rate alone could be used to buy this village, won a beauty-contest by killing all the participants, is sometimes worshipped as a god and likes to sleep a lot."

The room was silent again, but the air was filled with a light amount of terror. The draconic goddess continued her speech in a much, much more cheerful tone. "My name is Reflet. I am the granddaughter of one of the first dragons. Nice ta meet ya, kids. If you don't have any objections, then I will dismiss myself and go shopping. Maybe I even find a nice plot of land to build my estate on. Anyways, see ya later."

The fell dragon practically glided out of the room, skipping over the floor like a little schoolgirl. Butler-Risen Javis couldn't have timed it's re-arrival any better as he handed her the requested items.

"Graargh." Translation: Please excuse my confusion, Milady, but I faintly remember you saying to not be in the mood of intimidating the crowd."

"They asked for it, Javis. They asked for it." She took a sip of her tea... and shot a glare towards the butler. "Extra sugar and a tiny drop of 'ancestral Blood'."

"Roargh!" Translation: Milady, I served you faithfully since the days I actually lived. And that was millennia ago. I know your preferences.

Reflet smirked again. "Indeed, Javis, indeed."

And so, the Risen and the Dragon left the chambers, both of them in a very good mood.

Author Notes

Hi there.

I have the slight suspicion that a certain draconic princess will find a way to break the fourth wall in order to murder me. I probably deserve it.

Other than that: This is the 'exposition-chapter', brought to you by CN- wait, wrong media.
But really now, since I haven't written the stories for the individual multiverses (yet), I think this is kinda necessary. It's confusing as hell, but that's intentional. Probably. Maybe.

From what I understand from the 'Hidden Truths' DLC, dragone become insane if they try to withhold their instinctive urge to destroy something for too long. Robin and Corrin please their draconic instincts before they even develop by, well, trying to murder each other. In a way, it is a... healthy relationship... for everyone involved.

I ignored Keaton. Again.

From now on, I will also write down a basic list of abilities for one character on each page - until I might decide to write it down on a separate page altogether.

How do you like the characterization so far? Where shall I improve? Write your review now and Abraham Lincoln might let you pick up a pack and join a fight against the alien menace!.. Wait, wrong crossover. (One should definitely write that one.)

Thank you for reading my ramble.

Reflet

Class: Fell Dragon (Human form)

Highest Stat (99): Skill
Lowest Stat (21): Speed

Personal Skill:
Draconic Curse

Additional Skills:
Awakening
Dragon Skin
Divine Shield
Renewal
Ignis

'Weapons'
Parasol - Weaponized Beach umbrella

Spells / Jutsu
Expiration - The Fell Dragon's breath. Either manifests as dark, icy spikes or an explosion. Doesn't combine physical and spiritual powers though. Freezes everything in it's path.

Draconic Curse
The user drains the energy from every living thing and the planet itself if he or she wishes. Reflet can slowly absorb the opponent's energy if he stays in close proximity to her: One meter in her human form, around one hundred kilometers in her dragon form. A good smack on the back of the user's head and/or Azura's singing deactivates it.

Awakening
Limited to the Fell- and the Divine bloodline. The user's speed, perception and reactions increase the more health he or she loses.

Dragon Skin
Limited to dragons. Halves incoming Damage, nullifies poisons, weakens the impact of special skills (Astra, Sol, Luna, GATES etc.) and completely negates instant-death- and counter-type skills. Broken as hell.

Divine Shield
A combination of Aegis and Pavise. Halves incoming damage and negates instant-death- and counter-type skills. Dragon Skin's little cousin.

Renewal
Highly accelerated, passive health regeneration. A pain to figure out to do correctly, but the opponents frustrated faces are worth the effort. Fatal wound? Regenerate!

Expiration
An awesome way to blow stuff up! -Reflet-