Poison in Her Veins, Love in Her Heart

by Omega6047

The end of the revolution was never meant to bring Akame peace. But she didn't mind. She couldn't even remember times when she felt truly alive so it made no difference to her. But there is one person that won't allow her story to end like this. Someone willing to defy death itself and drag them both out of its grasp, just to make her life mean something. Just so he can love her.

1. Prologue

It's a truly stupid thing to promise someone you won't die. That you will survive.

After all, everyone dies. Sooner or later, death will call everyone's name and no matter how determined you are to live, how hard you try to be ready to face death, you can never be ready enough.

Everyone knows this.

Sheele did.

Blaut did.

Chelsea did.

Susanoo did.

Lubbock did.

Mine did.

Tatsumi knew as well.

But for some reason, he did it anyways. He knew he shouldn't. He knew he has no right to, that no matter how much he will train, he cannot truly make sure he keeps that promise. And he did it anyways. Because when he looked at Akame's tear covered face he believed that if he does that he can relief some of her pain. Make her dark excuse of a life just a bit brighter.

He was stupid.

Because now, as he looked at her, he knew he never should have done that. She was crying again. Crying over his broken body.

He wanted to reach his hand out and wash those tears away, but he couldn't. His arms were shattered. Bones broken beyond repair.

He wanted to get up to show her he's fine, but he couldn't. His legs were gone. They fell apart as he slowed down the fall of Supreme teigu.

He wanted to tell her it's going to be alright, but he couldn't. All that left his mouth was blood. Adding to the pool that has formed under him.

He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He didn't want to see her like that, crying her eyes out because of him.

He wanted to stop listening, but he couldn't. He didn't want to hear her cries any more, the hopeless screams, the prayers to any gods she could think of or her broken voice reminding him that he promised. And that he failed.

He wanted to stop feeling, but he couldn't. He didn't want to feel her clawing at his body, trying to reignite his life's burned out flame with anything she could.

He wanted to wake up from this horrible dream, but he couldn't. This was no dream.

But he couldn't leave this world. Not yet.

Even though he was dead, even though his body was broken in more ways than he could count, there was one thing that wouldn't allow him to leave. One thing that will force him to look at Akame's face, hear her cries and feel her hands. One being that would not accept an end like this. One creature that could force him to do what he promised.

Survive.