Warning: death and incompatible orientation (if you're sensitive to that issue).

Okay, before anyone gets confused or throws a fit, I need to repeat this: this is an unrequited love fanfic; meaning that this is one-sided relationship that is clearly not portrayed in a reciprocal manner. Because let's be honest: the chances of a gay man reciprocating a woman's feelings are as likely as Halley's Comet traveling through Earth (which is pretty damn long).

Another note: Akame ga Kill! is not my top favorite show. I just began watching it on Toonami out of curiosity, and I realized that this show has a lot of problems, especially with the characterization: Tatsumi is practically a wish-fulfillment character. A majority of characters have expressed attraction to him (Bulat included, just to prove that Tatsumi is lust magnet for both sexes), and the guy doesn't even do much in order to get their attention at all!

Not only that, but a lot of focus on character relationships often revolve around Tatsumi, and not enough time is spent on other interactions that don't involve him. So it makes me disappointed that Bulat and Sheele, probably the only characters that I've come to like, not only died so early but also spent a majority of their time around our cliche shonen hero, not on other members. Okay, [Sheele & Mine] is an exception, but Bulat's relationships with other Night Raid members was practically unexplored.

Besides, I would have loved to see Bulat's thoughts and feelings towards the rest of Night Raid. For instance, does he greatly respect Akame for her skills as a fighter? Does he ever confide in Leone about personal troubles? Has he ever hit on Lubbock before Tatsumi came along? We will never know, because he is dead. And hogged around Tatsumi (TATSUMI'S NOT INTERESTED. TAKE A HINT PAL, AND GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE).

A (guilty) reason why I wrote this fanfic was because upon watching the second episode, I found Bulat to be attractive. Even though I knew that he was gay. Oh god, blame me for watching Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and developing an appreciation for muscle-bound bodies as a result. And I paired Bulat with Sheele because... they died within two episodes of each other? Then there's him getting incredibly pissed over her demise... maybe if Bulat was bisexual, I could see them working out together? I don't know. *shrugs*

Anyways, here is my fanfic about this one-sided crack ship, and I hope you enjoy it! (Last note: the first memory is based off a quick scene from EP 6; plus, it takes place before Tatsumi comes along.)

Akame Ga Kill (c) Takahiro & Tetsuya Tashiro

Fanfiction (c) Me

This is it. This is how she goes. A bullet through her back and a berserk Imperial Arms biting her in half. With this gruesome fate blinded by the shining light of Extase, at least Sheele will not go down so senselessly.

However, the violet-haired woman feels sorrow in her glowing amethyst eyes, for she never got the chance to tell how she felt toward her beloved comrades of Night Raid - the place where she had always belonged.

I loved all of you, it was so much fun...

Especially towards him.

The Hundred Man Slayer.

The tall, dark, handsome, strong, passionate, and kind Hundred Man Slayer.

Oh, how fun were you around...

Picturing the incredible man, the dying woman gives a faint smile. In her last moments, various memories flow back to her head.

She will never forget the times she and the man had spent together. From letting her assist him in an intense workout to brighten her day by making her laugh with his radiant smile and flashy mannerisms, the man held a special place in Sheele's heart.

To the very end, Sheele will always cherish those fond memories she had with the man.

And yet...

"... One hundred seventy-seven, one hundred seventy-eight..."

In the practice field, Bulat was training all by himself. He was on the ground, lifting his burly physique with his strong arms. Counting the number of times he would push himself up, Bulat had no intention of stopping: he planned on doing this exercise until he had reached three hundred. Although no ordinary human would accomplish such an impossible feat, Bulat's sheer strength and endurance pushed himself beyond human limits. It didn't matter whether he was sweating uncontrollably or his muscles were on the point of fatigue, the pompadoured man wasn't willing to give up so easily.

In the midst of the hard workout, he heard a soft-spoken voice.

"Bulat?"

The man momentarily diverted his attention from the exercise and quickly glanced at the source. What laid upon him was a slender, bespectacled woman who was holding a book; a woman with purple hair, purple eyes, and a purple dress.

"Ah, Sheele," grunted Bulat. Even when she was there, he kept counting in his head. "How ya been?"

"I'm fine, thank you," answered Sheele. Her eyes observed the enthusiasm the man had as he was training. "You seem to be working hard as usual."

"Yeah, well, gotta stay in top physical shape after all!"

Sheele smiled at the keen response and nodded. "I see."

After the quick greeting, Bulat redirected his attention toward his training. Meanwhile, Sheele simply stood there and kept observing him. Watching the muscular man, the delicate woman couldn't help but be amazed at the way he lifts himself up so effortlessly. Although Sheele did occasionally forget that Bulat had military experience prior to joining Night Raid, she wondered how long it took for him to appear in his current state. Sheele never applied to the military, but she could think of two possible scenarios: either the Empire's military had an extremely vigorous training program, or Bulat had been training way before he had ever joined it. Whatever the case, the end result was that Bulat could wipe out several opponents at once without breaking a sweat; to his enemies, this made him known as the Hundred Man Slayer.

But still, for Bulat gain such a fearsome reputation, there had to be someone who helped him achieve such a title. Sheele wondered about it as well, and it kind of bothered her to be honest. Whenever she saw Bulat train, he was always by himself - not with Akame, not with Leone, not with anyone. Just himself.

Although Sheele could not understand why, she did think of a possible reason: since Bulat was one of Night Raid's most powerful members, it made sense for him not to compete with the lesser powerful ones of the group. Each member was skilled in his or her own way; and in Bulat's case, brute force was his major component. Besides, if Bulat were to engage in hand-to-hand combat with smaller members such as Mine or Lubbock, he would be the victor by a landslide. No matter what kind of strengths the rest of the assassins had, Bulat's power was always above them. Even so, he's still a comrade, and it's important for comrades to work together, which means...

All of sudden, Sheele felt overwhelmed by the amount of fluttering butterflies in her stomach. A pink shade appeared on her face, corresponding to the shy woman's increasing nervousness. She knew what she had to say next, but was afraid of what the man's response would be; but keeping it all in won't do her any good, so she might as well suck it up and spit it out. In a subtle burst of confidence, Sheele reaffirmed her look at Bulat, held the book to her chest, and forced herself to say it in a clear voice. "Umm, Bulat..."

Hearing her voice again, Bulat halted the exercise and turned his face towards her. "Huh? What is it?"

Trying not to stutter, Sheele went at it. "D-Do you... do you, by any chance, um... need some assistance?"

No response.

Sheele kept going. "It's just that, well... maybe if I could be of some use to you, then maybe it might benefit your training even further..."

Still no response.

"And you always seem to be training by yourself, so I thought it might be a good idea to have someone accompany you while you're doing so..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Bulat came up with an answer.

"Nope, I'm all good right now."

And here came Sheele's hopes crashing down.

"O-oh, okay..." Deep inside her, Sheele wanted to crawl into a corner, wrap her arms around her knees, and sulk pathetically. Regrettable thoughts flowed through her mind. What a silly thing of her to ask! Of course the Hundred Man Slayer didn't need help from anyone! He's probably so strong that he's confident enough to take care of himself just fine! Who needs help, let alone from his comrades, anywa-

"However..."

Bulat wasn't done talking, as Sheele jolted back from her downcast state.

"... you can help me with what I'm doing at the moment. I might not need it later on, but I definitely think that some support will come in handy."

What came off as a blunt rejection now transformed into a welcoming invitation. In that moment, the gloom in Sheele's face dissolved into a joyous smile, and her amethyst eyes shined brightly as ever. Words cannot describe of what was offered to her. This was an opportunity she shouldn't back down, even if her habitual clumsiness got in the way!

However, despite her enthusiasm, Sheele had no idea of what Bulat had in mind for her. "T-Thank you so much! I'll try to do my best, but um... just by how, to be exact?"

"In order to excel this exercise, I need some sort of challenge," explained Bulat. "To push myself to the top, I need something to keep me down. By doing so, I can push myself even further, and come out stronger than ever. And that's where you come in. To put it bluntly, I need you to sit on me."

Sheele paid close attention to the request; but registering it, she couldn't help but flush a bit by its physical closeness. Granted, sitting on top of someone was hardly an intimate activity, but Sheele expected that she was going to be useful via a hands-off approach (like counting the number of push-ups for him or whatnot). She had to ask again just to be certain.

"So... you want me to sit on you?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

"And you don't mind about it all? Just to be sure?"

"Nope," replied Bulat, and readjusted himself so that his back was at a suitable seating position. "Go right ahead."

Fully assured (yet still a bit nervous), Sheele inched closer to Bulat. Her heart raced as she was observing his adjusted position, thinking of what she was about to do. Attempting to calm herself, Sheele took a deep breath and encouraged her mind through motivational words. Well, if that's what he wants, then so be it, she thought. All right, I can do this, I can do this...

When Sheele was close enough, she dipped slightly to place her hand upon Bulat's back. No reaction yet - good, she thought. Gradually, the bespectacled woman stooped down until she fully rested herself atop the burly man. To Sheele's relief, Bulat didn't budge nor was brought down by her weight, but she stood very still in order to wait for a response out of him.

After a few seconds, Bulat was more than ready to continue his training. "All right, let's do this!" he exclaimed. But after another few seconds, he realized that he had just lost count. "Uh... where did I stop again?"

"You were around two hundred and fifteen, I believe," replied Sheele. An airhead she may be, but at least the so-called klutz would remember details if the situation depended on it.

"Oh, right - thanks." With that tidbit in mind, Bulat proceeded to lift himself up - but with Sheele on top of him this time.

And as it turned out, the modified exercise did not deter the Hundred Man Slayer in any way. Just as before, he lifted himself with as much ease as he could - showing the purple-haired woman how strong he really was. Impressed with his strength, as well as glad that she was useful to him, Sheele happily read her book as Bulat went away with it.

END of Chapter 1.