Hellooooooooooooo, Akame ga Kill! fans! I'm SK49 Productions, and welcome to... ah, forget it.

Okay, so all of us are sad that Tatsumi died, right (I haven't read the manga, BTW. My computer goes crummy if I go to the site)? Well, I'm going to stick with the canon and go beyond. You'll see how.

A few warnings:

Akame x Tatsumi: I love them so much. I just don't like Mine in general (not bashing on you guys who are Tatsumi/Mine fans), and I'm concerned about how old Esdeath is. I'm estimating Tatsumi is about 16, and Esdeath is about a decade older. And I just love the two being together in general. Sadly, it's one of my 'shameful parings' (along with Lancaster, MetaLucy, Thomesa, and Fonnie… to name a few. I ship some weird ships, eh?), so I kinda get looked down on for with my 'choice of pairings.'

OCs: Actually, things might get interesting with these ones. If you didn't read the summary, they're freaking gods. You hear?

Claimer: I own Akame ga Kill! Mine died staring at the sunset, Esdeath found herself being disgraced for falling for a teen, Tatsumi didn't die, everybody in Night Raid was resurrected (yes, even Mine), and Tatsumi and Akame got married. I then realized an ad was playing on Pandora and I woke up from that awesome daydream/AMV(?). Turns out that Mine died after kissing Tatsumi, Esdeath was never disgraced, Tatsumi died, Night Raid stayed dead, and no marriage.

Chapter 1: Temptation

Akame's POV

I never believed in gods. I thought they were imaginary, powerful figures meant to keep people in line. I thought they were false hope.

After all, if there was some good, mystical being or beings out there, they wouldn't have let my friends die.

Turns out, I was wrong. I learned that the day I was sleeping at an inn far from the Imperial City…

…

Last night was free of killing. I paid for a room at an inn called The Winking Rat. It reminded me of a rat, as it was small, dirty, and had a lack of food. Still, it was in a green, beautiful forest, so I thought 'Why not?'

I didn't expect to be awakened by him.

He-who-must-not-be-named stood at the foot of my creaky old bed, sunlight from the open window reflecting on his perfect green eyes. His brown hair was as ruffled as ever, and I could feel the strength he had from underneath his yellow sweater. Even his black pants and brown gauntlets… they were there.

It was him. But it couldn't be. He died. He failed.

I felt immediately suspicious and demanded, "Who are you?"

He smiled kindly and said, "It's me, Akame. Aren't we going to go?"

His voice sweeped over me like a spell, and I was tempted to change right in front of him, pack my few belongings, and leave with him. It wasn't going to work with me, however.

I grabbed Murasame from under the sheets and pointed it at his throat. He flinched.

"You're not him," I said coldly.

He kept on smiling. The real him would have peed his pants by now.

He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"Who are you?" I asked, putting in as much venom I could muster.

"It's me, Akame," he said.

"Don't lie to me. Using Chelsea's Imperial Arms to appear as him," my voice broke at the mere mention, "…you owe me some answers."

"What is that supposed to mean, hm?"

"What are you? Who are you?"

"How about I ask you something else? Like… ah… how often do feel like rejoining them?"

My scowl went deeper, but at the same time, tears sprung to my eyes at the thought of my friends.

"You don't get to say anything about them!" I spat.

"Night Raid… all of them dead…"

"Shut up!"

"Sheele being eaten by a giant dog… Bulat getting poisoned and dying…"

The images he brought to my head… my fight was wavering…

"Chelsea's head on a stake… Lubbock getting cut in half…"

"Sh-Shut up!"

"Mine dying from her own weapon… Susanoo's being frozen in time and his core destroyed…"

"Shut up!"

"Tatsumi absolutely destroyed… armor cracked… blood everywhere… and he broke his promise…"

"I SAID TO SHUT UP!"

Anger and sorrow overwhelmed me, and I shoved Murasame into pretend Tatsumi's throat.

It stuck out to the other side, and the fake blinked mockingly.

"You can't fight suicide…" he said, his voice deeper and more seducing. "Come on, join them again… Just use this…"

I pulled Murasame out of his neck, and the skin healed. Fake Tatsumi raised his right hand, offering something. A long dagger, sharp enough to make it a fast death.

I dropped my faithful Imperial Arms and took the knife. I ran it against my left arm, and a trail of blood followed.

"Finish it," Fake Tatsumi said. "You can join your friends again, and you don't have to wait years for it."

Before I could do anything else, something knocked the door down. Fake Tatsumi and I turned to see it.

Standing on the remains of the door was a beast of a man bigger than Bulat. It wore black armor with spines and a horned helmet that obscured its face with shadows. On its back was a giant headsman's axe and its right arm had chains wrapped around its forearm. Not an inch of flesh was visible, and it hummed with power.

It shouted something in a different language, and its voice was deep and seemed to bounce off its helmet so it echoed multiple times.

Fake Tatsumi shouted something else at the man, most likely in the same language.

In shock, I still held the knife. I wasn't sure what was going on, and I didn't know who to attack or if I should attack.

The armored man pointed his right palm at Fake Tatsumi, and the chain flew off his arm like a snake. A dagger was at the end of the chain, and it buried into Fake Tatsumi's chest.

Fake Tatsumi changed. Two giant, hairless spider legs burst from his back, chains dangled from his wrists, curved swords extended from his palms, and a black, oily liquid leaked out of his eyes.

The man ran at fake Tatsumi and aimed a punch at his face. Fake Tatsumi's neck snapped back but then returned to normal. I heard the bones break and regenerate.

I heard the man grunt, and he shouted, "Run!"

Something in his tone reminded me of a distant memory. I didn't know what or who it was, but I knew that he was an ally.

I held the dagger in my right hand and plunged it into Fake Tatsumi's back. Fake Tatsumi cried out and disappeared in a plume of black smoke.

I turned to the man, who was rewrapping his chains around his right arm.

I asked him, "Who are you?"

He turned to me and told me in a Scottish accent, "My name… it is Torch Ourus."

"Who was that?"

"That was Echonius, God of Suicide. He wanted you to join his ranks."

My scowl went deeper as I asked, "Did you say 'god'?"

"Indeed."

"Gods don't exist. They're just a belief for the weak to keep them strong because they can't rely on themselves."

"I dare you t-" Torch stopped and then said, "Never mind. How about you fight a few go- I mean, powerful people and get one of your friends' lives in return for their defeat?"

My hard look probably softened as I said dumbly, "What?"

"How. About. You. Fight. Gods. In. Return. For. Your. Friends?"

I shook my head and said, "Impossible."

"Listen. Do you want your family back or not?"

That's where I knew I was helpless. He changed from friends to family, as if knowing that I trusted them like so. After all, I had lost my sister and I don't know my parents, so if there was a family for me at all…

It would be Night Raid.

"Anything," I said.