Wow! It's been a really long time since i've posted on here. It's even more difficult now that i have to make do with my crappy phone. Meh, i digress.

What is up, my faithful readers? Bet you're wondering where I've been for the last YEAR. Dear lord, I've really been neglecting my duties as a fan fiction writer. My brother kept telling me to write more of that One Piece fic, but my heart hasn't really been into it, ya know? Feel like starting something new and continuing from here.

THIS DOES NOT MEANT I'M GIVING UP ON "A Tale of Two Gluttons." Just that i have no inspiration for. It may come sooner or later. For now, i want to focus on this little idea. I love the way that the Akame ga Kiru and DXD universes can so easily be mashed together, and hope i don't botch this too bad.

Read and Review, but please don't ask any questions about where this is going, what's up with my other story, or why i've been gone for so long.

Gambler out!

Death was a concept that Tatsumi had become well acquainted with over the last year. He'd witnessed it in many forms: the torture and murder of his two best friends, Sayo and Ieyasu; his ruthless execution of their tormentor in the name of revenge; all of the assassinations he'd performed to weed out the evil in the empire; and the sacrifices his comrades made so he could live on and continue their seemingly endless task. Surrounded by loss, death became as much of a friend to him as Akame or Leone.

Now, however, the young assassin was faced with a death he thought he was prepared for, but still terrified him in ways he couldn't fathom: his own. He told himself and others more times than he could count that he would be willing to die for the Revolutionary Army. With every person he cut down, he strengthened his resolve to make any sacrifice to ensure the end of the Prime Minister. But, when it came time to face his own end, he was hesitant.

The teenage boy dropped to his knees in the aftermath of his battle with Esdeath. Using Incursio's infinite capacity for evolution, he merged with the demon armor itself in order to finally kill the demented sadist. Her corpse lay a mere five feet behind him, skewered through the heart by Neuntote and mutilates with numerous gashes and broken bones. A small smile adorned her face, one that spoke of joy for her demise at the hands of the one she loved. The Empire's Strongest Warrior was dead, and her killer would soon follow.

Tatsumi screamed in agony as he paid the price for handing his life over to the Teigu encompassing his body. The Tyrant was awake again, stirred by the offering of flesh it'd been given. Even in the form of armor, the dragon still lived on and it now had a vessel ready to give it true freedom once again. Its host writhed as his DNA was molded by the Ultimate-Class danger beast. Skin melded with scales, muscles were torn and reformed with immense strength, and the boy's cries were slowly replaced by a primal growl.

This led to the Night Raider's most important decision of his life. With all of his willpower, he fought to raise his head and look at the person standing over him. It was Akame, gazing at him with red eyes full of sorrow. Her black hair blew in the wind as the battle surrounding the two raged on. Nobody dared to come near the girl who wielded Murasame, whose deadly poison could kill any living creature in seconds, or the boy who massacred the Empire's Strongest.

Tatsumi met her gaze with his own, his eyes now those of the Tyrant with red irises and crossed pupils. "Kill…me," he pleaded, fighting the dragon just to speak. "Please."

A single tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn't speak. The one person she'd come closest to in her life, whim she'd even developed small feelings for, was telling her to end his life. His purpose in the war was fulfilled. Shikoutazer was destroyed, Esdeath was gone, and the Prime Minister was currently being executed by Leone. All that remained for the poor boy was a gruesome fate of becoming the vessel of the Tyrant. It wasn't fair.

"Akame…" he coughed up a bit of blood. "You…promised…" he paused, gripping a piece of his chest plate that had yet to merge with him with a clawed gauntlet and ripping it off to reveal raw, bloody flesh. "Tyrant…can't…live."

It was then that an idea crossed her mind. He was right, they did make a promise. However, it was a two-sided agreement. She smiled, knowing that what she was about to do had no chance of being reversed. But it didn't matter. Just like Tatsumi, her role in the revolution was over. A country destined for peace had no need for an assassin like her and she refused to allow her friend to die alone.

"Okay," she whispered, raising Murasame's edge to rest against her hand. "I'll kill you, but only if you return the favor."

Before the tortured boy could even wonder what she meant, the red eyed girl sliced into her palm. Like all those who fell to the "One-Cut Killer's" curse, red symbols became etched into her skin as the progressed up her arm. Unlike its many victims, though, its purpose was not to kill. Akame activated her Teigu's trump card, allowing her to become one with the poison. She embraced her inner bloodlust and cast off her humanity. The sclera of her eyes became pitch black as the same symbols that covered her body grew into her irises. Now she was as much of a monster as he was.

Tatsumi stared at her transformation with a mixture of horror and awe. Even in his state of struggling against the Tyrant, he was able to comprehend her actions. She wanted to die with him. The girl who he'd come to call one of his closest friends was willingly using her trump card for no reason other than to join him in death. He would've smiled, had it not been for the immense amount of pain he was in. He managed a nod of his head, his voice finally having left him.

Akame kneeled down in front of him and grabbed one of his gauntlets, raising it to her throat. His fingers wrapped around it as she leveled Murasame with the hole he made in his armor. Their eyes met, both filled with resolve. They were going to die on this battlefield, but they would die on their own terms. Three words were all that passed from her to him before she pierced his skin and he crushed her spine; words that would follow both assassins to the grave

"I love you."

Tatsumi had assumed that dying by Murasame's curse would be a simple matter, as the poisoned blade had proven itself to be 100% lethal to all but its weilder. Time and time again he'd witnessed its victims succumb to the icy fingers of death within seconds of being cut, the poison reaching the heart and stopping it near-instantly.

What the assassin failed to take into account was the very nature of the danger beast assimilating his body. The Tyrant was known for its limitless potential to adapt, evolve, and survive no matter the situation. So, with its infinite will to live, the dragon fought back. Tatsumi could feel the monster shifting and analyzing the venom in his veins, forcing the teen's body to resist. Numerous extra networks of veins were produced in order to keep the poison reaching his heart, which also slowed its beats to delay its demise.

For what seemed like an eternity, Tatsumi felt his organs, tissues, cells, and DNA writhe as they were molded by the Tyrant. It was painful, far more so than his death had a right to be, and he was helpless to stop the beast as it fought a war against Murasame. It was only after a particularly violent shift in his anatomy that he realized one crucial fact:

The Tyrant's adaptations were at a stalemate with the blade's curse, and a single push in either direction could tip the scales.

The boy released a roar of defiance that could rival the dragon's own as he added his on willpower to the fray. He focused on the poison's progress, gripping the Tyrant's mind with his own and causing it to falter. It growled as false pathways failed to open, blood cells aided the intruding curse instead of stalling it, entire organs ruptured on thee whims of the Night Raider, and his heart was left wide open.

A terrifying voice pounded in the boy's head, crushing his mind like a thousand bricks. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU INSIGNIFICANT WORM?!"

Even in his agonized state, Tatsumi still found it in him to retort. "Killing…you."

In an instant he felt like claws were digging into his brain. "HOW DARE YOU! I AM TYRANT! I AM THE ALPHA PREDATOR! A SCRAP OF MEAT LIKE YOU HAS NO RIGHT TO RESIST ME!"

"Tough…Shit…"

"YOU WILL PERISH!"

Tatsumi grinned as the poison finally reached their heart, stopping it and sealing both of their fates. "Yeah…" he replied as the greatest danger beast to ever live realized the same thing as him. "…but…you're…coming...with me!"