Title: Ghostly Assassin

Akame Ga Kiru/Danny Phantom

Disclaimer: I do not own Akame Ga Kiru or Danny Phantom, no matter how much I'd give away (half my life, anyone?)

Rating: High T for future gore, violence, and themes

Summary: The idea of killing being the right thing to do was still foreign to him. Hitting two birds with one stone, Clockwork sends Phantom to assist in the taking down of a corrupt empire to show him that kill to save was okay, as well as solve a problem of a ghostly emperor who made a grave mistake.

Chapter 1: Ghostly Emperor

Seventeen-year-old Daniel Fenton let out an exaggerated sigh as he plopped down onto the violet beanbag chair inside of his Guardian's ghostly lair. He let his head fall back, causing the white locks to play in a furiously shaggy fashion on it as two white-washed rings popped around his waist.

"I know you said you could make yourself comfortable when you visit me, but for today I think it'd be wise to remain in your ghost form."

The half-ghost jumped at the sudden voice and flipped his head up to stare at the time master. "Clockwork!" The rings faded out of existence in acceptance of the elder ghost's advice as the teen stared at him. Danny beamed, sitting up in his seat happily at the sight of him.

Danny's fell onto the figure that was standing next to him as well; the ghost looked to be in his late seventies, with flush-white skin and hair, and glowing red eyes that stood out. A transparent golden crown hovered above the man's head. The half-ghosts beaming smile fell as a sense of anticipation flooded through him.

Clockwork never introduced him to other ghosts personally. Anytime the time master interfered, it was almost always indirectly so he could avoid the brunt of the burn from the Observants. If Danny was meeting someone personally, well…

"Danny," Clockwork returned with a small smile. "Thank you for visiting again. Although, this time I'm afraid I won't be able to let you watch 2040 TV shows." The ghost gestured to the other one next to him, saying, "This is a friend of mine. He requires some help and I proposed you."

Danny scrunched up his face, shifting in the seat with a sudden new amount of uncomfort. "I don't help anymore. Sorry." He hadn't done any active hero work or much else in ages. Something in him snapped and any factor that could've deemed him a hero was thrown at the door the moment he intentionally put another ghost's ectoplasm on his hands. Repeatedly.

He wasn't quitting because of the guilt; he was quitting because he felt none.

His Guardian's smile didn't fade, but a small chuckle escaped his lips. Danny narrowed his eyes, not appreciating the act. Clockwork's place had been his form of sanctuary. Jazz had been heavily disappointed in him, Sam had been amazed he hadn't felt any guilt, and Tucker was still in shock. Clockwork had been the only one to tell him he had every right to not feel guilty.

And now, the time ghost was laughing at him.

The white ghost took a couple hovering steps towards him and bowed his head. "I'm an emperor of an old kingdom. It's begun to fall, and I'm willing to beg you to help return it to its prospering age."

"Go die in a hole."

Clockwork snorted, laughing again, before shaking his head. "You should hear him out, Danny."

"No. I'm through. If you want some hero that can appear and save the world and make everyone agree, so ask Superman," Danny spat, his eyes crackling with energy. "You don't want my help. Go find some other Great One."

The emperor guy had the nerve to smile. "If I wanted Superman, I would've asked Clockwork to take me to the DC universe."

"I'm a killer."

"I'm aware."

"I killed and felt no regret."

"The person you killed deserved to die."

How can you say that? Danny thought, glancing away from the ghost. He didn't even need to speak for both of the elders to know what was going through his head, but they could still sense the unease in the air.

Clockwork decided then to speak up. "Danny, innocent people are dying because the people in power are abusing it."

Danny didn't make eye contact.

"The kingdom doesn't need a holy hero like you've painted out. It needs someone to make a change by taking control."

"What do you want me to do about it?" the phantom asked, staring at the ground by his feet. "Kill the person in power and spawn a war of rebellion?"

"Well, the rebellion's already begun forming," the emperor pointed out. "The kingdom's falling apart and needs to be fixed. Some have plans, but…"

Clockwork sighed. "Lives will be lost that shouldn't people. People who don't deserve to be killed will be, simply because they're fighting for freedom."

Danny knew that, after that, resistance was futile.

"So what do I have to do?"

The town itself was lively. People bristled about, running errands with large shopping carts or buying simple bread, or they chatted near fountains or by benches. Gamblers nearby made bets on everything, while someone next could be falling in love for the first time. The scent of baked good roamed about, followed by the sound of echoed laughter. The city itself seemed beautiful, almost as if it was built for prosperity. The glorious, peaceful undertone that it had taken upon itself was something that foreigners saw.

Most foreigners only saw the good. The sight of the lively capital left them wanting to find a place in it and discover their own reason. It was a place of hope for country men, warriors, or people who were running from dark pasts. It seemed pure, warm, and welcoming.

But those who lived in the capital, who took in what it had to offer daily, understood the hidden meaning to everything. They saw things others didn't, and even if they saw, they ignored. The selfish wills of humanity caused them to not to get involved, for fear they would be next and wouldn't have a chance at the new start they had been looking for.

The way soldiers threatened civilians for extra money. Older men forcing themselves onto younger women to show dominance and power. Con artists skillfully weaving every person out of all their spare change. Professional gamblers cheating their way to countless wins. Murders of the person who insulted you. Firing someone because they didn't accept a bribe, and then hiring someone because that someone conned their way in.

The place that appeared so solid, wonderful, and peaceful was really a place of disgust, vile acts, and injustice.

When Daniel Fenton, age seventeen, appeared in the middle of a small shopping center, he had been prepared to witness brutal acts. The raven-haired teen had expected there to be war on the streets, blood on rotting floors, and people to be screaming. The chosen "savior" of the world hadn't expected to see all the horrendous acts so well hidden.

But he saw through the misty cover-up of the town unlike most newcomers would. Danny took one look at a person and saw the true evil in their soul, the energy that radiated painfully from their aura. Others, he'd feel the pure agony they suffered, yet still put a smile on their face.

This was what the emperor had meant when he said his kingdom had been falling apart. It was crumbling from within, and thus, needed to be fixed that way.

The only question was: "How the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

AN: So, as the first official thing I've ever posted, I figured this would be a good start, ne? It's not too bad, right? Mostly, I'm just surprised that no one's done anything for this yet. A DP and AKG crossover is, like, an epic idea. There isn't a guarantee that I'll finish/continue this, but personally, this needed to be up on the site because I know there's gotta be someone thinking the same thing as me.