Chapter 1
If you've noticed, I kind of(?) given up on Accel World, even though I had everything written and planned right here. Shame I don't have the enthusiasm to finish the last few chapters after the Crimson Storm arc...The Akame ga Kill story will be updating slowly, as I will have to focus on the DxD and Gakusen one.
Anyway, as "I" will explain below, this is my view on how DxD is DxD. All because of the Empire and rebellion during the time of AGK. I hope you enjoy.
-Third Person (Present): Unimportant, pivot
-Narrator: Unimportant, my explanation as a character in the story
-Third Person (Past):True story start
Third Person POV, present time:
A crimson-haired woman wiped the tears from her eyes just as a blond-haired male came into the ORC clubhouse. "Buchou, is something wrong?"
Rias Gremory cleared her throat, and answered, although her voice was still slightly shaky. "No, nothing is wrong, Yuuto. No need to worry."
Of course the knight was skeptical, but he accepted the answer and double checked the contract before teleporting away. Rias sighed and looked to the window that overlooked the grass in front of her. She had seen him and he had also seen her.
Rias saw his change in outward personality. This one was more perverted compared to the composed, serious, albeit physically (not emotionally) dead counterpart. Yet she knew that inside, he had not changed one bit. Not in his reincarnation. Not in the timespan of few hundred years.
Issei is still Issei. He may have gained a surname through the change in times, yes. However, Issei Hyoudou is Issei. The one she loved all those times ago, the one who died in her arms because he cared for the future of mankind based only on two...Teigus. That was their former names.
Ruas wiped a tear as she still felt an unknown power from this Issei, the newly reincarnated, yet still her Issei. She wasn't sure if it was the lingering powers of the Boosted Gear, or it was just her because she knew he used to wield it. "My Issei, I am so happy you have returned."
Meanwhile, Issei was troubled slightly at Rias's intent staring, until two people approached him, "Yo! Issei!"
He looked up, smiling, "Motohama! Matsuda! Guess what? Rias was staring at me today!"
They narrowed their eyes, "Are you sure it's not because you had a raging boner while looking at her?"
Issei shook his head furiously, "No! She was watching me first! With such intensity and lust, I think she likes me! Once I ask her out, I can get the attention of many girls and be a harem king! Then squeeze all the Oppai I want!" His two childhood friends laughed at his proclamation and he continuously assured them.
Narrator POV:
Well, Issei has changed quite a bit from long ago.
Okay, let's sit down and talk a bit, shall we? Paying attention? No? Okay, I'll give some time to wait. I have all the time, being a devil and all. You? You're a human, so you'll only be wasting your own time. Have a drink of tea while you're at it. Oh? Coffee? I apologize, I've been in Europe for some time. I am not accustomed to the new tastes. I do have coffee, however, give me a moment.
Ready now? I'll start regardless. I'm sure all of you out there have heard that Rias Gremory had the human Issei Hyoudou 'killed', have you not? Well, I can object to that. What if I told you that she did it to be with him? For the second time? Ahaha! Not that she would do it just to be with him, she loved him so much to where she'd go ask him directly. She wanted to ask at the perfect time. She really was, but Raynare beat her and killed Issei. Luckily, the pieces return to you, so Rias still had a chance. Really though, that Fallen Angel Raynare killed him because he broke up with her a few hundred years ago. How is he alive now? He was a human and died then, when he was reincarnated into this new life, she found then killed him just because of that one thing, blaming it on his Sacred Gear. Well, he did break up with her because he wanted to get stronger fighting with Ddraig, silly, no? Well, at least Rias managed to kill her in return.
How do I know all this? Issei's breakup, Rias's love, Issei's first life to start it off? I was there when I killed Issei a few hundred years ago. When the rebellion was taking place and managed to take down the Empire. I was even alive during the Great War and managed to be one of the first to get the Evil Pieces. Being a human-made devil by Lucifer himself has its perks. Anyhow, why not get into the true story now? I won't waste anymore time.
I don't know when this all started. Or when the fate was set so Issei would catch the eye of Rias. Only fate would reveal. Or maybe Yabuki, that Great General could have caused all this, with Fortune Foresight. If he did, he's crazy. But that man was crazy at times. True story, but that's another time.
If he did tweak events to make DxD the DxD it is today and now, he must have gone through all kinds of lengths to make this happen. If I were to take a guess, it would have been the night I killed...him...? Did that mean he died to make DxD today? Oh, I need to recall the story! Maybe you'll see then. I apologize, I have a habit of rambling.
It was a bright night. The night I decided to help Akame, maybe that is the event that started it all. Or maybe not. Najenda sent me to get the Divine Divide, that's when I met Issei for the first time. Akame didn't have anything to do with that. I don't know, rambling again. IT was a bright night.
...
Third Person POV, few hundred years ago:
A girl dressed completely in black, save for her red tie, watched as the bearded man stepped out into his backyard, spark a tiny flame then as the flame went out, a tiny glow in the middle of the night. She wrinkled her nose at the aristocrat that smoked, but this is what he did routinely. This is what will get him killed. She quietly dropped down and simply said, "Eliminate."
He only had time to turn when she slit his throat, nearly decapitating him, but leaving blood to flow freely, draining him of life. He died seconds later, due to the curse of the One-Cut Killer: Murasame and of blood loss. The girl sheathed her blade and impassively said, "Mission Complete."
She looked up and around, then moved towards the forest. Now that another was down, who should she go for next? Three years she managed to eliminate people of the Empire one-by-one, and those three years, they had been hunting her too. Each time she managed to kill, they were a day too late. Today, or tonight, was no exception. She had to go now.
When she had disappeared into the woods, a man with white hair looked from the top floor window of the house and said to his comrade behind him, "General's right. She did come."
There was a scoff, "With those crazy eyes of his, he's never wrong." The man nodded at the men who were running into the woods, "Hey, let's get going with them."
"Sure, chasing that bitch for three years. Today's the day."
"Tonight you mean," the first man pointed out.
The second man dismissed the correction, "Does that even matter?"
There was a gruff voice that said, "Mission accomplished." The teen clad in blood-red scale armor looked over the ruins of the city that once stood proudly, no longer standing proudly. On the other hand, the teen himself was standing proudly. The biggest Western city that had been gathering power was no more. The Emperor wanted him to take it down in six months, but it only took two.
It was simple. While everyone else took their time and dawdled by taking down smaller villages, killing the men and having their way with...the women, he only wanted to get the job done as quickly as possible. So he ordered them to march until the moon was high into the sky and they took their turns on watch and resting. When the sun started rising, they started again. They reached the city within two weeks, but took a month and a half to conquer it. As a show of respect, he gave them easy deaths. Not that he would kill them as Esdeath does if they were easy or difficult opponents. He may be harsh, but he isn't a sadist.
He waited for the rest of his men to climb up the hill before he nodded and they started their march back. He admired this group, which he dubbed Group EX. They seemed to know what he wanted and what he thought. Strangely, he seemed to know what they wanted too. This made them able to battle without any words and rarely did they speak, allowing them to know if they were infiltrated. How? If someone requests something within the group, they will be easily pointed out. With their inhuman advantage, they fought like machines and acted like a colony. He was the queen and they were the underlings, but he never treated them as underlings, only those outside of Group EX. They got the special treatment, and they deserved it.
On their way back, they encountered a Danger Beast, and the teen stared it down with contempt, raising his arm and the orb on the back of his hand glowed.
[BOOST]
The bear-wolf crouched and waggled its rear, then leapt.
[BOOST]
When it was over him, he simply thrust his arm forward and telescoped its spine, crushing its skull into shards of bone. When blood splattered all over him, he simply held out his hand and a rag was placed on his hand. He wiped his face and threw it down on the corpse then started moving again, with everyone following close behind him.
The girl stumbled and regained her balance, pushing through the shrubs. She can't stop now, a few more meters and she can hold off indefinitely. It wasn't like her to run from fights, but she had to this time around.
She was confident she had the job done, but something definitely went completely wrong. They knew she was there. There were too many soldiers. Much too many. And strangely, they only attacked after she had eliminated her target, the target was a disposable object. He was bait to lure her out.
Suddenly, light filled her eyes, No! I took a wrong path! She was now at an open road, not the cave that she had hoped to hide in. No, she did take the right path. The cave was sealed and there were gashes in what may have been caused by explosives. It wasn't possible, only she knew of this safe-house. The girl hesitated for too long and an arrow flew at her. She easily sidestepped it, but another from behind stabbed into her thigh, making her collapse to her knees.
There was a low chuckle, "Now we got you, girl. Akame, you have been a pain in the Empire's fucking ass since you left. I enjoyed this, making you believe you had a slim chance to escape." She looked up at the soldiers that appeared above and around the former cave entrance and turned to the black-haired man with a long wool coat over his brown sweater. She glanced up into his bright purple eyes with fog swimming onside for a moment before dropping her gaze to his black pants.
"Who knew you'd survive this long? Nobody. I even had to use Fortune Foresight just to trap you for the past week, impressive." Akame stared down for a moment up before suddenly looking up and quickly cutting with Murasame, but her cursed blade missed as he leapt back and brought his sword down onto her shoulder. She screamed but quickly shut her mouth. He reacted quickly, but it wasn't that he was quick, he seemed to know what she wanted to do ahead of time.
"Come on, I don't even get the satisfaction of hearing you scream?" He growled and twisted the blade while it still dug into her shoulder, missing her lung but making the arm unusable for sure.
Akame let out a strangled gasp, she should have known, Great General Yabuki was known for his 'tactical plans' due to the knowledge of the future with his Teigu, Unbound Vision: Fortune Foresight. This was why despite her efforts, she was here like this, why the cave's location was sealed ahead of time, before she could hold off in it. The bastard most likely saw fifty different ways for this day to end, and apparently, he chose the one that took the shortest time for her capture. She glared defiantly at the general, whose purple swirling eyes' fog spun. He smirked and closed his eyes, bringing them to his normal eyes.
"Now I have you in my grasp, no need to see the future. I plan on torturing, then publicly executing you myself." He looked over his shoulder and barked, "Men!"
"YESSIR!" Two dozen men saluted and ran behind the general. He tried to kick her to her side. She resisted and this resulted in a rougher kick, successfully knocking her. Yabuki mercilessly crushed her knee on her uninjured leg. Akame screamed as the pain was sudden and intolerable.
"Now...maybe I can let my men have fun, as they are pretty exhausted," Yabuki audibly cracked his neck, "Why don't we see how long you can last after rounds and rounds of m-" He never finished as a sword flew out of the forest, spinning, and decapitated him. His purple eyes appeared and they widened. Akame looked to her right as the head landed and the life of the general faded. "No...curse you..." he muttered before his mouth stayed open after death.
Chaos broke out between the ranks. The soldiers didn't do anything else but take a measly few steps back before they were stabbed by multiple weapons, but this time from the side, the road's direction. The amount was more than Akame had ever seen in the armories and arsenals of the Empire. Weapons flew and flew, until the men were nothing more than corpses that imitated porcupines, she was miraculously unharmed by the deadly, brutal assault.
"Ara ara, Yabuki~" said a young voice, no more than ten. It came from her right, and steps were heard as whoever it was casually strolled down the road, "You always drop everything when you think you won~" A hand reached down, picked up the head, and hovered over the dead general's eyes before it gorged out of the general, leaving eyeless sockets on a decapitated head. There was humming when the head was tossed aside and a pouch could be heard opening for a moment then closing. Akame turned her head laborly and saw her savior as he pulled out the sword in her shoulder, hand clamped over her mouth as he yanked it out. Her scream was muffled and he tsked as he looked worriedly at the blackening right side of her body. "Well, that..was a bad choice."
It was a boy of only eight with a lanky body, and barely four feet. One strand of his black hair poked out in the well-known "idiot hair" style and was shaggy, running down to his neck, around his ears, and bangs covering his forehead. His stormy gray eyes were shining and calculating. With a smile he reached down, holding a hand out to Akame. "Here, come on, Akame. You'll definitely need treatment for all that."
She tried to get up, but couldn't, and realizing, the boy picked her up as she wrapped her left (uninjured) arm around his neck and he looked at her, smiling cutely. Akame noticed he was much stronger than his age suggested and much stronger than he looked. "Hey, I want to apologize for not helping much, much, earlier. But I needed Yabuki to let down his guard. Or...put away that damned Teigu. The upside of it is, if you're an enemy of course, that they cannot see the future if they had deactivated it. When he did so then, that was a perfect chance, otherwise, a turn of events will alert it, which would seal your fate, and maybe mine. Low chance on that." He gave a light laugh.
Voice raspy, Akame replied, "I see. You saved me regardless. I won't-" she winced, "I won't complain." She looked at the soldiers and noticed they all no longer had weapons stabbing them in multiple, no, all parts of their body. The boy saw her look of recognition, disbelief, and praise.
"Ah, you seemed to have noticed!" He said cheerfully, "I'm sure you have heard of me, wielder of the One-Cut Killer: Murasame. Akame, I am Kichirou, wielder of the Teigu, Heavenly Arsenal: Gate of Babylon!" She widened her eyes as she was right on the spot about the most surprising defector and traitor to the Empire.
Kichirou was one of the Great Generals, despite being only eight. Key word, was, he had defected ten years ago. Rumors flew that he was at least thirty years old, as he held too much knowledge for a child, and Akame knew something was off, as if he left ten years ago, he should be two years older than her, but she was...eight years older than him. The rumors had stated that his parents made a deal with a devil to keep him young forever. When he had been recruited, he was chosen as the few to freely pick a Teigu. He unhesitantly chose the Gate to Babylon, the golden armor that was supposedly based off the armor of Gilgamesh, the first true hero of all time. He wore it proudly until he got less and less enthusiastic for operations and campaigns ordered by the Empire. He finally left when they ordered his to sack a village suspected of harboring rebels. He investigated and after a few days, flatly refused. They simply sent another group and had it destroyed regardless. In a rage, he used the Teigu he owned and slaughtered all his men and those who took his job, leaving immediately afterward to join the rebels himself. She had seen a few 'wanted' posters of him and looked down upon him, until she understood exactly what he felt later on in her, and definitely his, career.
What made him different? First, he was easily on par in combat with Esdeath, the Empire's Strongest General (well, at least now as Kichirou was the strongest) and maybe the mythical General Cao Cao, as only the Emperor himself knows the generals whereabouts. The second was his 'young age', the third, being his ruthlessness, only being matched by Esdeath.
"I...I can see why you have so many weapons."
He gave a giggle and a nod, "Glad you are aware. Are we on good terms? I'd love it if we are, but if I have to, I can simply leave you here to die."
Akame shook her head, "No, we are on good terms. Did you follow me?"
"Well, I guess I have to admit, I was tracking your activities for a while." Akame only had time to process that before she swooned and Kichirou showed concern.
"Come on! It's not like I watch you bathe every day." Her head hit his chest as his voice faded, and darkness took over. Kichirou shook her and frowned. She coughed up a glob of blood then started vomiting all over his shirt for a moment before she went completely still. Finally, he felt her neck and found no pulse. "Dead. Obviously."
He frantically looked around and then sighed, "Guess it can't be helped, me being me...At least you've survived that long, Akame." He took out a figurine resembling a horse. Those among the nobles will recognize it as a chess piece, but Kichirou knew this was not a true chess piece, but an evil piece. An evil piece allowed humans to be reincarnated as devils.
"Ajuka, why me?"
Ajuka Beezlebub laughed, "It's a new system I've decided to try out, because of the Great War."
"I understand, because of all the extinct families, but...why me exactly?"
He smiled, "Well, I'm sure Lucifer would be mortified if I ignored you when handing these out. The pure-bloods already look down upon you as it is. It was originally for the Satans, but there is also you, a hybrid devil made by Lucifer himself. Please, accept it."
"...Thank you. How does it work?"
"If you find a recently deceased human, place these over their body. Then the Evil Piece should do the rest. However, this is still in testing phase, so it may not work or backfire. Be sure to inform me. I'd be more than willing to replace them."
"Of course. I appreciate your generosity."
"No need, I find you a unique devil, as you caught the attention of Lucifer himself."
"Well, I honestly forgot why he did. It was so long ago..."
Kichirou smirked as he recalled all the rumors, yes, it was partly true his parents made a deal with a devil, but the thing was, he was a devil, made one by Lucifer himself. He appeared eight, but that's the oldest he's ever been as a human and he wanted to remember that time forever, contrasting reality where he was really turning...a few hundred years old? Almost a thousand? Lucifer is dead or AWOL now, and the Great War has just ended, the Great Civil War in the Empire. It was silly that the humans didn't know that they had also fought for the Great War. Off topic. The deal was to allow him to live with his parents until their passing and Lucifer agreed.
Kichirou had become a general at an impressive age of 'fifteen', and told them he was fifteen. They didn't belive the eight-year old looking child, but he made it apparent when he beat an entire force single-handedly. They reluctantly accepted and for twelve years, led his own army for the Empire. Until he left. He still cried at night everyday for his mens' deaths. He really did. He blamed himself for that, as he stubbornly brought his men with him. But at least they allowed you to kill them instead of at the Empire's hand. I could have brought them with me.
He could still remember those words:
"Sir, if we follow you, they will always know where you are. If you believe that the Empire is evil, we will take your word for it. We aren't leaving. But we will always be by your side. Trust."
Kenji's smile, along with Liddy's, "I believe all of us are willing to sacrifice our lives, no?" When they turned, there was no objections, all believed in him, "Sir, Kichirou, please. If you leave, they will kill us. At least kill us yourself."
The silence, the raised hand, and the stabbing, nobody cried out, nobody shouted. They accepted their deaths, and he made them simple. They didn't need to be brutally killed, a simple stab to the heart is all that they needed. They deserved it, and no more brutality.
He looked at the knight piece and looked at Akame. Ajuka Beezlebub said that if a human were to die, he (or she in this case) could reincarnate as a devil, but it must use the piece and sometimes, one isn't enough. Kichirou was willing to sacrifice two, however. He blushed as he recalled accidentally watching Akame while bathing and undressing more than once. It really wasn't on purpose! How was he supposed to know this girl's schedule? Who bathes at sunset one day, then at midnight another? Anyway, he even stalled her pursuers more than once after she defected, hoping they'd lose her, but they didn't.
Would she join him? Or refuse like his men? There was a hand on his shoulder, looking up, he saw Kenji. The blonde haired man nodded and directed Kichirou's hand holding the evil piece to Akame, Let her. She should be one of the few to survive. She can change your life as much as Najenda. No...more.
He held the piece over Akame and made his decision, trusting Kenji.
"I, Kichirou Lucifer, request of you, Akame to return and serve as a devil. Become the knight of a Lucifer and start your new life!"
Akame slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to feel no wounds. She observed her surroundings and noticed it was a comfortable single-room home. She was also wearing nothing and frowned at that fact, although bandages were wrapped to cover her breasts.
Akame sat up slowly, wincing at the stiffness of her body and felt the blood flow freely at her side. Checking her side, she saw no wounds but still felt blood flowing.
The room was simple, with all the ordinary rooms consisted in a home in this single room. A pot was boiling something over a fire at the stove, a table with four chairs at the center of the room, a door most likely at her side as she saw none at all. There was a desk just to her right and beyond it, was a bathroom. She tested the bed and realized it was of high quality, only obtainable by...those respected. In the Empire.
The door opened and she saw Kichirou walk in holding a pile of clothing, and set it down on a chair. He smiled in her direction and brought the stew that was boiling over the stove over to the table and set it down. He spoke as he locked the door and dropped the thick curtains, "So, you're awake. I know about the undressing, I deeply apologize. However, your dress was ruined...that's why I went out, to have the liberty of buying you clothes. Not sure what you like to wear, so I bought you the exact same thing as before." He handed her the pile and turned to prepare the stew to allow her to dress.
Akame quickly dressed, slightly blushing, and accepted the stew when Kichirou handed it to her, filling her empty stomach and savored the liquid running down her throat. She looked at him and he smiled as he took the bowl and scooped her another round.
"Starving, no?" As he handed it to her, her hands held his and he turned away, blushing. Akame's face also felt slightly hot, What's this feeling?
She finished and asked, "You said...that you watched me sometimes. When?"
He waved his hand, "Whenever I can, and sometimes..." His voice grew timid, "I catch you at times I don't want to recall for fear you'd kill me." Akame blinked and grabbed Murasame and he shrugged, "I knew that'll happen!"
Akame hesitated but made no move to attack when he didn't do anything. "How am I alive?"
He started to poke her chest, but stopped and withdrew his finger, "You know those rumors?"
"Rumors?"
"About me being kept alive by a pact with a devil?" Kichirou elaborated.
"Oh, I have."
"I am a devil. I'm sure you have heard of Lucifer. The fellow made me a devil on a whim, and recently the war that ended allowed me to have servants by reincarnating them as devils. Why? The devils are short of their own race." Kichirou brought up pieces of a chess game and Akame stared at them, and held one gingerly.
"Where are...the knight pieces?" He was silent, smiling. She realized he was testing her, and wanted her to find out herself. She thought, there was no way she'd be alive, not even a slim chance. She lost too much blood from that chest wound and the arrow contained poison (which she realized just before Yabuki was killed). Next was the two missing knight pieces, what did that mean? She also felt a connection to Kichirou. It was a strange one...where she'd listen...Akame looked at Kichirou, To any order...and every order he'd give because of the risks...if she didn't.
"I am your servant."
He stared for a moment. The surprise in his face faded when he suddenly burst out laughing. Akame's heart skipped a beat at its sound. He laughed for a while and then it died. Still chuckling, Kichirou wiped his tears, "Please, don't say it like that. I don't want to feel like I'm owning a slave. I was expecting you to say that I reincarnated you, or a 'Thank you'. Unnecessary though! Unnecessary! But 'I am your servant'? Wow, are you really that ready to do anything I say?"
She smiled and tried to bow, "Sorry."
He patted her head and pushed her down onto the bed, "You've seen the posters and are aware of Night Raid, right?" She nodded, and he patted her chest, "I'll introduce you to them soon, get some rest first, Okay?"
"Okay, I guess."
"I'll wake you in two hours, we are doing a job at that time. Or they, I'm not part of it as I was around here for the past week. ANYHOW! I have the habit or going off on meaningless rambles. Please, get some sleep." Akame obeyed and closed her eyes for a moment before opening very slightly. Through the slits, she saw him watch her for a quick moment and nodded, satisfies, then picked up the bowl, carrying it to the sink.
He acted so natural, as if they were a family, brother and sister, or husband and wife. He spoke up, "Hey, I'm not going to kill you, you can relax. It's good you're pretending to sleep as I'm a stranger, but I'm a good stranger." He laughed when he finished and there was clattering as he put away the dishes.
As she had her eyes closed, she could hear him moving around, putting out the fire in the stove and fixing the chairs, cleaning the pot. Akame only heard him sat down on the floor and gave a huge yawn before she heard a thump. Opening her eyes, she saw she had knocked out on the floor.
Her dreamless sleep was interrupted by a knocking on her head, "Wakey, wakey! I made tea for us to drink. We must leave soon."
Akame rubbed her eyes wearily. This was the best sleep she's ever gotten. Not when serving the Empire, not during the screening when hoping to be hired by the Empire, and definitely not when she was on the run from the Empire. "You didn't need to knock my head." He simply shrugged.
They drank in silence and Akame wondered who else was a devil with him. Then she counted the pieces, it was eight pawns, two rooks, two bishops, one queen. There was no king, but presumably, Kichirou was the king.
Akame took a sip of the tea, "So, for the peerage, I'm your first..." She blinked at the lack of words to describe herself, and realized it came out completely wrong. Kichirou smiled at that statement and assisted her.
"The first devil in my peerage?" he said while chuckling, "Yes. Also, be proud. I think you're the second hybrid."
"I am?" she was astonished.
"Yes!" Kichirou exclaimed happily, "Unless one of the Satan's beat me to it, but I doubt it!"
"Then...who's the first?" Akame didn't understand, naturally. "If I'm say the second human-devil hybrid, who's the supposed first?"
Kichirou gave a sly smile, "It is not a supposed first. I am the first."
Akame brought her hand to her head, "Right, it slipped my mind. Lucifer made you a devil while you were human..." Kichirou turned and poured another cup then faced Akame again.
"Yeah, but you are the first hybrid through the Evil Piece system. The first reincarnated devil (as I technically didn't die as a human). First female reincarnated devil. Uh...Akame?" She was staring off into space, almost in a trance. "Akaaaame!"
"Huh?" she snapped out of her trance.
"Is something bothering you? Tell me."
The unintentional order made Akame freeze then say, "It feels strange seeing you as eight-year old."
Why? Because a child is ordering you around?" Kichirou said this jokingly, waving away his question, and totally oblivious to her inner conflict of her will and the functions of the newly created Evil Piece.
She froze again and her body shook, "N-yes."
Kichirou gave a light laugh, "I can change my appearance if you want."
"Y-You don...Sure."
She stared in wonder as Kichurou grew to barely five feet tall, and grew some meat in his arms. His face grew a fatter, and a stubble could be seen, and his hair grew slightly longer, but his 'idiot hair' is still noticeable, "How about now?"
"Older." At this, Kichirou blinked and realized that she was unwillingly voicing the opinions he wanted.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for that, Akame. I didn't mean to order you around. I may ask Ajuka to eliminate it. It seems to exploitable on the reincarnated devils. Forcing orders on servants. I know a few devils who'd love to order women around just to have...some fun."
"No, no. I feel more comfortable now, actually."
"How do I look? Feel free to give your opinion instead of making me satisfied."
She blushed, "Handsome for that age. How old will you be here?"
"Hmm," the devil tapped his chin, "Forty, almost. Though I'd love to be eighteen. My envisioned age. Two years older than you, I believe? I've looked eight for as long as I've been alive, and made excuses here due to me being an monstrously late bloomer. I can look eighteen, but when I want to move around without needing to kill. I also use this age to talk to Chels-er my girlfr-..." He stopped talking and took a breath, "My friend. I cam act my true age, forty, when I wish to get information with those village elders..." Kichirou noticed Akame staring at him, "What?"
"Forty?!" her shout made him frantically cover her mouth. She looked at him curiously while he smothered the candle flame, brushed aside the curtains, and peeked out the window. Looking back, he walked over and spoke.
"Shh, we are in Empire territory, and this house supposed to be vacant since the start of the Empire. If they find us..." Kichirou didn't have to explain further. "I was honored to occupy this, but when I defected, there was controversy about the destruction of this house. They kept it in the end in honor for whoever the first Great General was. Esdeath could come, but she refuses to, which is a good thing."
Akame nodded in agreement, but she heard of Kichirou being stronger than Esdeath even in her prime condition. Although they never fought, everyone was afraid to have them challenge each other, as if they get caught up, the ancient law of Teigus will eliminate one or even both of the best generals available, or two of five... Even more frightening, nobody knew the Trump Card to Gates of Babylon. Did that mean, she glanced at Kichirou nervously as he was packing his essentials, He never tried, or was never put in a tough combat situation? Akame herself never used her own trump card, but she was an assassin for a secret Imperial force, not a frontline fighter. Then again, not every Teigu has a trump card. Gate of Babylon may not even need it as it is already strong enough on it's own.
Akame shivered at that. If someone could defeat the Empire's Strongest General with no effort...She was glad he isn't her enemy and wanted to be her ally in the first place. She took another glance at him, he was completely different than the man she had heard of while in Team Seven. Completely different than told by the nobles, the current Great Generals, and fellow assassins and soldiers.
"So," he spoke in a cheery voice that failed to replicate the tone of his fake age, "Ready to go, dear Akame?"
She nodded, "I don't have anything to pack." He laughed quietly and moved around the house, inspecting every detail and erasing any signs they had been here recently. Only then did they quietly leave, and Kichirou directed her by putting his arm on her lower back, making her face heat up. "Kichirou, won't people recognize you?"
Watching the shadows, he quickly replied, "I've been using my child appearance for my entire time here, they won't recognize me, only through proper investigation will they know. You on the other hand..."
She flinched at his unfinished statement, but he didn't seem to do it on purpose, nor did he notice her reaction to it. They briskly walked in silence before he stopped her and pointed at a rooftop. They leapt up and she followed his lead as he jumped from building to building, until they were at the gates of the Capital. He held up a hand and they waited. "I want to come here because we are doing something."
"Who?"
"Why," his smile grew, "Night Raid of course, I did say so. This is a first as we are stealing weapons instead of just assassinations."
A cart was pulled by horses, containing multiple chests. A carriage was also pulled by horses just behind the cart. When the guards stopped both vehicles and started inspection, one head blew into a shower of blood by a stream of bright energy. As everyone was disoriented by the flash, two figures appeared to tear through the two of three remaining guards. One wielded a enormous pair of scissors and another seemed to be a humanoid lion.
An armored figure killed the driver of the cart and another sniper bullet killed the driver of the carriage. Kichirou saw one gate patrol start to flee into the city when Akame moved first and faster than he expected, appeared in front of him.
"Eliminate." The guard gave a high-pitched scream that was cut off and he fell, blood pooling under his corpse as strange markings appeared on the man's throat.
Kichirou calmly leapt down to the surprise of Night Raid and he smashed the walls of the carriage. "Ah, it is you, Prospect."
The bald, thin man with glasses shivered in the cold night air, or in fear. "W-Wh-wh-" The man stuttered
"Oh, come on and speak! You fraud. You preach about weapons and their use, praise them, and devote your life to them, but have no guts to even touch one? Smooth talker when making deals, but no real words in the face of danger?"
"Who the hell are you?!" Came the sudden angry shout, nervous nature gone.
"Oh, of course you don't recognize me now." When Kichirou shrunk to his child appearance, newfound anger appeared on the face of Prospect, "How about now?"
"Y-you! You're trash that ran away from the Empire! You dared to run! You even have the guts to call me a coward!"
"Oh, don't misunderstand. I didn't run for fear, I ran out of defiance. And also grief if I may add." He growled, "It was due to you I had to leave. I have always wanted to kill you then."
Everyone shivered at the ghastly expression unfit for the 'child'. Prospect asked, "You deserved it! You didn't raze the village harboring rebels!"
"They weren't! I said so myself, yet you bugged and bugged Honest Prick to send another group. Being the prick he is, he manipulated the Emperor to send the men you OH SO BADLY WANTED TO SEND!" His face was in despair at the end of the shout and turned ghastly afterwards, mouth slowly growing into a wide grin.
"W-what will you do to me?"
"Oh," Kichirou waved his hand, using Gate of Babylon, "Have some fun~"
Prospect had the nerve to insult Kichirou one last time, "What a fucking demon you are!"
"Correction, devil." The weapons that flew gave Prospect no chance to give his final word. In the end, he was nothing more than little specks of flesh literally held together by the sticky blood on the weapons. "Was that fun?"
Coincidentally, a bubble of blood popped just after his question, "I know, right? Sorry that you're dead though. Not like I'd care."
He turned, facing Night Raid, silent and watching. "...Hey again." They nodded fearfully, and the apparent sniper walked out, expression disdainful.
"You had to go too far, didn't you? They'd know it was you!" Kichirou shrugged and the sniper glared but controlled herself, knowing she wouldn't want to anger her superior. She took a glance at the mutilated corpse and shivered after taking a good look, "You sure you didn't go too far? If they kill you, what would we do?"
Kichirou shrugged in reply, "Hey, he's the one who insisted and convinced the Empire to send the backup men to Talti. That ended my career, which I had to repay him somehow."
Their eyes fell at the mention of those who definitely could have joined the rebellion to follow the former Great General, but refused to just to protect him. "Also, I'm not the leader. Najenda is. If I'm gone, she can still lead.."
"Still, you're one of the few Great Generals to defect. And...maybe even the strongest."
"Well, point taken, if you do believe in me, then let me do as I wish, they can't kill me."
They shot up at the sound of footsteps, and the armored figure shouted, "Who's there?" He pointed his sword at the approaching shadow.
Kichirou turned, "Oh, only Akame."
"Akame?" asked the sniper, raising the giant gun.
"Of the Empire's Team Seven." At the mention of the Empire, they prepared for battle and Kichirou threw himself in front of Akame, "No! Don't get anything wrong! She's on our side!"
The sniper frowned, gun never lowering and aim never wavering, "Why? Do you trust her?"
Kichirou held up a finger for each reason, "One, I had to save her life. Two, I saved her from rape. Three, I was watching her for a while. Don't get the wrong idea. Four, I had to kill the Great General Yabuki to save her. You all know he isn't one to plan things out to carry out an assassination in months, but to kill someone when he initiates his plan that day so she won't be a mole...Good enough?"
They watched for a moment then relaxed. The woman who seemed to be a lion gestured to the chests, "What about those weapons?"
"Did you guys bring the other cart?" Kichirou inquired. At the woman's nod, they quickly went to work and swapped the chests and Kichirou nodded, "Quickly move. I'll stay to stall. I want you guys to move as far as possible, you know where. Akame, you go with them. I'll see you soon."
"No," was her adamant refusal, "You need help."
"I'm fine," he assured her, but after some arguing, Kichirou reluctantly let Akame stay until morning. They saw Night Raid off and slept in a tree for the night.
It was morning when Akame rubbed her eyes open and turned to Kichirou, who was sleeping soundly. She looked at the carts, still wondering what were in the faux chests.
She heard him mutter something and she turned, and heard him speak again, "Akame..."
He spoke my name in a dream! Her face went red as her body temperature went up, but then heard his next words, "Come on! You can do a more brutal job than that! Don't just cut them! That's pathetic!"
She glared this time her face got red with anger. Never had she been called pathetic for her work! Akame was ready to push him out of the tree when they heard marching.
"Kichirou!" came the fierce whisper.
He immediately shot up, "Yeah? What's with that look? Did I talk in my sleep?"
She pointed, "People!" He swooned, but composed himself and moved. Kichirou brushed leaves aside and his eye looked out at the soldiers marching to the destroyed, abandoned cart and carriage and the dead residents of the Capital. They quickly saw the carnage and scrambled to find out who was responsible.
As they brought the bodies to an empty cart, Kichirou laughed softly, "Now, Akame, let's watch my bounty go up. Prepare to run."
Akame inched forward and moved aside leaves as well and peeked out. Kichirou dropped down as multiple men gather around the chests. One opened the lid and widened his eyes, the moment Kichirou dropped and gave a shout, "Welcome to Kingdom Come you bastards!" He clicked the button Akame saw passed to him yesterday night and finally figured out what were in the chests.
The explosion evaporated the closest soldiers and threw the further ones back into the dirt. Kichirou laughed as the men screamed at missing limbs and some at the huge explosion. He purposefully left the survivors alive to spread the news of his new treachery and turned toward the forest.
Akame widened her eyes as one stayed calm throughout the whole time and fire an arrow. It hit Kichirou right between the spine and shoulder. Akame screamed and dropped down. She quickly picked him up, and ran. She ignored all the shouting and scrambling, just needed and had to run, run as far as possible from the location.
She leapted up onto a branch then tree to tree, until Akame felt new limbs on her back and realized she now had wings. She jumped higher and cleared the trees, then flew up high and towards Dimo.
When they were safe (Which they should considering flying is faster than stumbling in armor), Akame scolded her master, "Kichirou, you idiot! You're smarter than that! How did you not avoid the arrow?"
"I know," he muttered, his voice muffled, "But it was so loud, my ears were actually ringing. I couldn't hear it, and I'm not omnipotent nor omniscient."
"Can't believe you," Akame huffed, "Don't die on me."
"I won't. I can't believe myself either," his voice still muffled, "Now, can you please move my face from your breasts? As blissful as it is, I'm pretty sure you'll kill me yourself if I don't point that out."
Well, Akame ga Kill chapter one with DxD crossover complete. I hoped you liked the one Teigu I made up and one I shamelessly stole from Fate. As of now, there will only be DxD elements (evil pieces) but will make more characters appear(definitely not all) and create aside arcs.
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Edit- Guest: Now, I don't see how hard it is to understand from here, but this is NOT the DxD world. This will only contain mentions. This is AGK world, which takes place (random guess) 600 years before DxD. I am simply linking AGK events with my own twists to DxD. I don't see how you could switch it up, but you did. I hope this clears it up for everyone. Tatsumi will not 'kick ass in the DxD world.'