Chapter One

A/N: Hello, friends. I'm just new to this fan fiction shiz, and to celebrate the sad, depressing anime that is Akame ga Kill (and my sad, sad high school life), imma dump my OC story here. Come, take a look and leave me a word or two? I just wanna know how I do in the writing department.

There is more to this, I'm sure.

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Tatsumi was increasingly weakened. With blow after blow of Wave's Grand Chariot, he found himself at a defenceless, fatal position. No, he could not defeat Wave with his current abilities, which much he knew. So, how could he escape his current situation?

Or, he could—

"PAPA, look out!"

What the...?

Before he could begin to comprehend, in a blitz of lightning speed, he found himself tumbling down, rolling on the ground, with a weight unlike his own, that was trapping him underneath. But as fast as that came, he felt freer once more and found that the weight above him was gone. But there was another presence now.

Gaining a semblance of reality, Tatsumi brushed himself up and witnessed another fight between Wave and him—wait no; it was a girl, much, much younger than he, who showed a terrifying resemblance to Tatsumi. Wait, what? Who...

The girl's face was contorted into an angry frown, as she struggled to block Wave's blow with her... very, peculiar weapon. It was some sort of a shield, obvious enough to know it was metal in its gray hue and the clanking it made coming into contact with attacks, but it seemed to cover the girl with its concave-like shape, and it had a handle that stretched about its middle, where the girl double-handedly wielded it.

And the girl, well, had an eerily sense of familiarity which Tatsumi couldn't place at the moment. Have I met her before?

Her dark auburn hair at knee-length was sprawled about her face which was soaked in sweat, and a closer scrutiny revealed that she was in fact shaking and not at her best. Her eyes though, belied her condition with their piercing glare at her foe like a wild cat's, and Tatsumi briefly wondered how verdant greens could be that intimidating. He swore he saw those before.

"While I can defeat this guy alone, I would appreciate some helping hand here, you know." She rasped, and while her voice was young and high, it had the undertone of a veteran who had experienced more than what she seemed to let on.

Both Tatsumi and Wave seemed to have woken from those words, the former in his slight daze and the latter, in his realization of his apparent opponent.

"Who are you, and why are you defending—"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

Taking the blue-haired soldier off-guard there, the mystery girl leapt, changing direction and aiming for his side using the shield weapon's edges, causing him to lose moment in his poor attempt in defence and for her to shout, "Now!"

Tatsumi, not one to lag around, had run towards Wave's back, and with that timing, smacked Wave's head with the back of his sword, effectively throwing the man into a temporary coma.

'Yes, that takes care of him, but what about...?' As he peered into the other person, he saw that her eyes were still trained on the unconscious body but noticed that the fire on her eyes was gone, replaced by a knowing stress that came from a job this painful. Is she even an assassin? "I guess you're on their watch list now, huh? But thanks for—"

"Nonsense."

"Eh?"

Calmly walking towards the fallen opponent, the girl pointed the tip of a lance-like weapon ('wait, where did she get that, and where did her shield thing go?!') to his forehead, and Tatsumi felt fear for a moment, but even then, he could not do anything more as the sharp tip glowed a white sheen before disappearing. She flinched slightly but was unnoticed by Tatsumi's fixation on the weapon.

"There. Done."

It was as though she would say something more but decided against it, turning away from the man and Tatsumi and began to walk away before Tatsumi stopped her.

"W-Wait, what did you do?!" Even though Wave was an Empire soldier and therefore his enemy, Tatsumi was afraid of whatever she did.

She briefly turned.

"I erased his memory of me." When Tatsumi didn't look at least a bit believing, she faltered and her shoulders slumped in guilt, looking away. "I promise I... won't harm myself, too much."

Tatsumi was even more confused. That statement just put more questions than answers in his mind, but before he could ask, two familiar faces showed themselves.

"Tatsumi, are you alright?!" Lubbock exclaimed before coming to a halt with Akame by his side, both shocked at the new face.

Akame was the first to snap out of it, quickly drawing Murasame. "Is she a threat? Tatsumi, answer me!"

"Wait, no! You guys are misunderstanding—" Tatsumi quickly stepped in front of the mystery girl but flinched at her stricken expression like she had seen a ghost.

When stress had gotten the best of her, the girl's green eyes rolled at the back of her head, and she would have collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for Tatsumi quickly catching her.

Noting her sudden rise in temperature, Tatsumi turned to his two companions in a silent plea.

"She has fever. Please, let's get her to the hideout."