Disclaimer: The Walking Dead is owned by Robert Kirkman, Image Comics, and AMC. And Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.
A/N: Characters from walking dead will be based more off their original comic form, with certain exceptions.
It's a nightmare, that's all it is. I can wake up now and everything will be fine. They'll all still be alive safe and sound. Nobody is actually dead. That was just a part of this dream, this…nightmare. We're all safe. Sis is safe, father is safe, and everyone back at Sanctuary is safe. After all they can't get us there.
Sanctuary is safe for all of us. That's why we're alive. Because we have the strength to stay alive, to protect ourselves. I'm strong, sis is stronger than me, and father is stronger than everyone. He keeps us all safe, even the weaker people at those other communities. We're protecting them so one day they can be strong too. They just have to play nice and follow the rules and everything will be fine.
Nobody would have to die because of something stupid like a broken rule. No. they could all survive together. Father would make sure of it, he was always looking out for them, and he would do the same for those people. But I don't have to worry about that right now. I just had a nightmare.
Right now all I have to do is sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
"…me."
Huh? A voice?
"…ome."
It sounds familiar. Very familiar. Whose is it?
"…Kurome."
Wait. I do know that voice.
"Sis?"
Akame lightly poked her younger sister on her cheek in an attempt to stir her from her slumber. "Kurome," she repeated as she shook her sister lightly, this time the younger girl began to blink her eyes open in response to her efforts.
"Uuuughhh, sis?" Kurome asked lightly as her eyelids opened fully. Her black irises dilated to adjust to the light in their room. She sat up on her bed, her short black hair slightly disheveled from her slumber. "What's going on?"
Smiling lightly at her younger sister's cuteness, Akame said, "You almost overslept. You know what we're doing today right?" Kurome nodded sluggardly as she threw off her covers and walked over to her closet to change into her sailor outfit. "You should really work on waking up earlier."
Kurome pouted at her sister's advice. "Yeah," she grumbled. "But sleep is so good. It keeps you rejuvenated when the morning comes." Akame watched her rub the sleep out of her eyes. "Girls can always get beauty sleep, even when the world is the way it is." Kurome blinked a few more times. "We still have time, right?"
Akame nodded to reassure her sister. "Yes. They haven't left yet, not without us they wouldn't." Of course they wouldn't, the people here knew better than that. They treated her and Akame with the upmost respect. Whether it stemmed out of loyalty or fear, Kurome did not know but honestly it didn't make that much of a difference. They knew what the consequence would be otherwise.
"But we really should head downstairs soon," Akame reprimanded her. "They need us on this run."
"We have people who give us stuff anyways though," Kurome said. "We only do it to keep up our skills."
"And we get to keep whatever we find out there for free, no points needed," Akame reminded her. "I don't need to remind you what would happen if you found some candy out there, do I?"
Damn! Sis was using her sweet tooth against her. But her older sister did have a point about being punctual. "Alright, I'm ready!" Kurome said as she straightened the hem of her skirt. She always did enjoy dressing like Akame. It made her feel more mature. "We'll head down and no one will notice that we were almost-,"
Knock-Knock
The sound of wood knocking against their door echoed across their room cutting Kurome off mid sentence. "I hope you girls are fucking decent in there, because this will be awfully fucking awkward for me if you're not." The door opened and a familiar individual stepped through the threshold. Much like the two sisters his hair was midnight black, but he kept it short and combed back. His eyes were a reddish-hazel, a shade or two lighter than Akame's ruby orbs. However he towered over the both of them, standing around 6'3", but he dressed in dark clothing like the girls, his most noticeable clothing is being a black bikers jacket. "Well low and behold thank fuck you're both fully dressed."
He was the leader of their group. A man who held the upmost authority in their compound, Sanctuary, the factory they now called home. His followers, the Saviors, followed his orders without hesitation. In his hand he held his infamous weapon, a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, named after a woman they all remembered: Lucille. He was Negan, their father.
"Sorry, father," Kurome apologized, hanging her head. "I overslept. Please don't be mad."
"Pfft," Negan scoffed. "Like I'd actually be mad at you some stupid shit like that."
"Besides," Akame said, "Kurome is too cute for you to be mad at for long."
"That too," Negan agreed. He slouched casually against their wall. They did have one of the largest rooms in Sanctuary. Being up in the "penthouse" of sorts Negan wanted them to be as comfortable as possible. Both sisters would have been a lot more comfortable if their room wasn't adjacent to their father's room, the one he shared with his "wives."
"Soooo," he trailed. "'Bout high time we kick out asses into high gear, and get a move on. Am I right, or am I fucking right?"
"Right!" Both sisters agreed. They each grabbed their katanas from their closet, but they were stopped from leaving, as Negan held his hand out to stop them.
"Hold it," he said his tone a mix of teasing and seriousness. "Did you brush?"
"Yes." Akame nodded.
"Mm-hmm." Kurome mumbled, adverting her eyes. She could feel his gaze on her.
"Oh, really?" He asked, not sounding at all convinced, but continuing his teasing game. "Let me smell."
"No, gross," she protested. She saw him walk over to her and bend so he could get on eye level. "I wasn't asking," he told her. "Now let me smell." Kurome grumbled further, but eventually exhaled in her father's direction. "Ah-ha! You didn't!"
"Well…I was going to," she defended. That actually seemed to amuse him more.
"Going to, and did are two completely different fucking concepts," he told her. "Now scamper on into your bathroom and brush. Bad enough we got dead fucks walking around smelling like they were blowing off Bigfoot, I don't need my own flesh and blood having bad breath." For further emphasis he grinned showing off his own white teeth.
"Aren't we supposed to be leaving soon?" Akame asked.
"Did you forget who calls the fucking shots around here?" he asked in mock ignorance. "We can wait two minutes while your sister cleans her mouth of that old candy smell. Kurome, go brush your teeth, we don't need another fucking cavity do we? I mean those things were a pain in the ass before the world went to shit."
"Yes father," Kurome obeyed as she went into her and Akame's personal washroom to brush. She squeezed a decent size portion of toothpaste on her brush. Hmm, mint flavor. Toothpaste like this must have come from Hilltop. Gregory must really be trying to get in their good books. And if he could supply them with some fresh cookies, she might even consider forgiving him for being a spineless coward. Simon really did have the funniest stories to tell about his visits to the neighboring community.
After she finished up she went to rejoin with the sister and father. "All minty fresh," she answered her father's questioning stare.
"Now that is better," Negan praised her. "Now we're ready to gear up, and kick some fucking undead ass!"
They followed him out of their room and to the parlor where his wives were dressed in their usual attire and milled about, chattering with one another. They might be their fathers wives, but that doesn't mean that he loved those women like he did the both of them. These were just women who chose to be with him so they wouldn't have to work for points (The wives are with Negan by choice in the comics and can leave whenever they want) they were free to go back to their old positions if they chose, but there was very little love between their father and these women. Not like his two daughters.
"Going out now?" Sherry asked as she fanned herself with a paper fan.
"Of course," Negan said. "A man has to provide for his women, after all."
Sherry nodded. "Well, if by chance you find a pharmacy, could you search for some pills? Amber has been having cramps lately."
"We got a load coming in from Hilltop," Negan told her. "Carson's brother knows what supplies we like. Smart fucking egg that one. But…why the fuck not. I'll keep an eye open for something to sooth her belly ache." The three of them were about to continue on their way but Sherry had another request.
"And do you know if it's too much of a stretch to ask for wine?" the wife asked. "It's been awhile since I had a glass."
Kurome spoke against the suggestion. "You live up here for free you know. You should really appreciate what you have, and not what you don't." Sherry narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at the teen, but Kurome doubted the woman would say anything to her. Not with father present anyway.
"Hey, whoa-whoa, hey," Negan said looking between the two females. "I'm sensing some hostilities here. Tell me I'm fucking wrong."
"I think Sherry just meant that she wants us to keep a keen eye out there," Akame interjected also sensing the mild hostility. "You never know what you might find out there, that lookers haven't."
"That true Sherry?" Negan asked his "wife." Both sisters resisted the urged to smirk at Sherry's response: "Yes, Negan." It could be nothing other than yes. She wouldn't want to end up like Debbie, who had once tried scolding both girls like she was their actual mother. That outburst had gotten her thrown out of the penthouse, and back to the work floor.
Negan smiled. "That is fucking good to hear. Now we're operating like one big happy family!" Their father bid his "wives" farewell and continued down to the outside of Sanctuary where their caravan was waiting for them. Their entire walk there people instantly took a knee on their approach. Akame was always indifferent to it, but Kurome always felt a warm feeling at the sight, it was almost like she was a princess of a castle. She just wished Sherry wasn't a "queen." (Sherry is a bitch in the comic)
The woman had a lot of nerve that was for sure. She used to be married to Dwight, but left him for father. Then she cheated on father with Dwight. Father gave her a choice: go back to Dwight for good, or stay with him. Sherry was still with father, and Dwight now had an ugly scar on the left half of his face.
Both Akame and her felt some sort of sympathy for the man. Dwight had never been the most social of guys, but ever since his punishment with The Iron, he had been more secluded than before. Sherry hadn't even paid him a visit in Dr. Carson's clinic after the incident. Both sisters had visited him, and offered to help him recover. He accepted it with hesitation, but still remained bit of an outcast.
The aforementioned scar faced man was waiting by the caravan, on a motorcycle he had recently acquired. "Dwight!" Kurome yelled as she ran up to the man. The scarred man almost allowed a small smile to work its way onto his features.
"Hey," he greeted back.
"Good morning Dwight," Akame greeted him as well. "Where did you get that bike?"
"From some scraggily looking prick I found out one day," Dwight told her. "He didn't seem to be putting it to good use."
"Hmm," Akame hummed in thought. "Did he give you trouble?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied. "I didn't kill him though."
Negan walked up behind his two girls. "Hey there Dwighty Boy!" he greeted. "Nice fucking morning isn't it?" Dwight's small smile faded at the arrival of Negan.
"That it is, Negan sir." Dwight hung his head.
"Good to know you agree," Negan said with a predatory smile. "Now how's about we gear up, and collect our tribute?"
Akame looked at him quizzically. "I thought we were going on a run of our own?"
He casually shrugged. "We will, after we stop by Hilltop. Gregory has been awfully fucking light on his last offering. We just have to make sure he understand s how things are run around here. You girls know that right?"
"Right!" They both instantly replied.
He smiled. "That's my girls."
A/N: That was the first chapter. Next will introduce some more characters for both series. Thank you for reading.