Author's Note: This is my first Akame ga Kill story and it has been a long time since I have written anything. So I apologize in advance for any mistakes. It is also important to note that this will take place based on the events of the anime as I have yet to read the manga. The pairings are going to be yaoi and yuri but will not occur until much later. The events of Akame ga Kill the anime will be changed to fit my story and some of the background information regarding the characters may also change but I will try to remain true to their backstory as much as possible. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Akame ga Kill

Prelude:

I stared at the carnage. The black smoke covered the sky in a thin layer. I see the fire spreading out from the remains of the emperor's Teigu. The remains of the battle are burned into my retinas. I cannot look away as the remains of warriors and soldiers are pulled from the rubble. I see a young boy. He was the one to push the Shikoutazer to the other end of the city to prevent mass death. In the process, he had lost himself completely to Incursio and died. I remember the first time I learned of that name; it had brought immense fear and I always dreaded the day I would ever have to cross paths with it.

My thoughts drift. I think of the time I was in the same shoes as these men and women. I think of her. And my eyes instinctively drift to her figure. She stands tall among the destruction, a pillar of hope and bravery for all who look upon her. I can see her. I can her eyes. There is a deep sadness in them as she sees her dead companions lifted and carried out of the rubble. She clenches something in her hand. A pair of googles. Something in me says that they belonged to someone dear, that the sadness in her eyes is due to all the people she held dear falling, while she was unable to do anything to help them.

I clench the object in my fist. I can help her. She shouldn't have had to do this alone. I should've stayed with her, but I was a coward. I look to my left hand where is holds the wanted posters of every single member of Night Raid both dead and alive. I think to myself of all the things I could have changed. I look at the carnage and see it only as it is. I do not see the women feeding the citizens nor do I see the hope in their eyes. All I see is death, destruction, and deep sadness. It clouds the area and I look to the faces on the wanted poster. I see them and think about how they could have changed this. How if I had helped, I too could have changed this. How maybe that young boy would not have died, only to never be remembered for his sacrifice.

It does not take long for me to make up my mind. I decide to do the one thing I vowed never to do. I would rewrite the past, by resetting the clock. I turn to look at the small object in my right hand. A small plain looking pocket watch. I channel my life force into it and begin to move the dials on it. The hands of time begin to rewind and I call out to it.

Clockwork: REwind the Hands

In exchange for my life force

Reset time and go back

Back to the beginning where that young boy began his journey

Allow me to see through his journey

Allow me to save these people

And change their destiny.


I woke with a start. Sweat had covered my body in a thin sheet. My dream, no, nightmare was fleeting. I could remember immense pain and fire. I look to my hand where something wet dropped onto it and I realize with a start that I was crying. For the life of me I could not remember my nightmare. I can't remember why I would be feeling this way. I didn't have time to ponder as my friend Iesayu knocks on my door.

"Tatsumi! Hurry up or we are going to be late," he calls out.

I hastily scrubbed at my eyes and reply, "Yeah I'm going, just give me a minute."

Hopping off the bed I begin rummaging for something to wear. Finding suitable clothes, I leave my room and head to the kitchen. It was a small house but perfect for me. Grabbing my packs from the table I leave my house. Coming face to face with an eager Iesayu. I see that my friend Sayo wasn't too far behind. These two are my closest friends and I knew that the three of us together would be able to survive anything.

As I took one last look around my village I can see underneath their cheerful smiles the bones that compose them. I see under the thick coats the thin arms and legs with barely any muscle holding them together. But I also see the determination in their eyes. It screams, 'I won't be beat'.

I feel immense pride at being one of these people. The taxes from the government caused this so me and my friends are going to go to the Capital and make so much money that the village would never suffer again.

Snow begins to fall and I greet my friends energetically as we head towards the gate. The village elder is already waiting for us there.

"Hey Gramps!" I call affectionately.

"Brat," he counters but as we move past him he says seriously, "I know you three can do anything you put your minds to but please be careful and watch out for each other."

"Of cour-," I'm cut off as the elder hands me a small statue.

"This is the prized artifact of our people. It will guide you to where you belong." With that he turned and left.

My friends and I shared a look. Looking down at the statue I thought about what he said. Guide me to where I belong. Did I not belong here? Or is it more about where I belong outside? I shook my head, I didn't have time to think about stuff I would never understand. Instead I turned to my friends and with a smile so big it nearly split my face in two, I tucked the statue under my shirt and led the way.

I looked back at them as they began to bicker. I felt the smile threaten to fall from my face. For some reason, I felt sad. Was this a part of my nightmare? Did I lose my friends to some unseen force? I couldn't tell but I vowed to protect them. As I stared at them I began to memorize their features as to never forget who they are.