Author's Notes: This is my first story for this site and I am a big fan of Akame ga kill. Basically this is a story about Tatsumi with a different personality, more cynical more of an anti hero and more of a counterpart of Seryuu than Wave. There are a little lemons thrown in later chapters (for some reason people really like that). Anyway please enjoy my story and reviews, comment and suggestions are very much welcome. Thank you for reading. :)

Kill the Sleeping Dragons!

A village in the southern corner of the Empire was once a prosperous rural haven and melting pot of different arts from medicine, hunting and most of all the secret underground profession of the secret arts namely assassination, espionage, sabotage and other covert arts. The village usually worked for the Empire who in turn grants them protection however in more recent years the capital has been more unforgiving of their subjects. It all started during the reign of the young Emperor Makoto and Prime Minister Honest. The Prime Minister's ever growing greed slowly corrupts the empire into decay so much so that it's allies deemed 'worthless' or 'unreliable' are subject to the infinitely growing demands of the empire.

As taxes skyrocketed and the ever increasing poverty as the empire plundered the once prosperous village, the village elders decided it was time they must stand up and sever all ties to the empire. The village had its own army of assassins and are very well accommodated to the terrain.

The Capital sent its army to crush the rebellion. The battle raged on between the imperial army and the village's army of assassins know as the Sleeping Dragons. The imperial army outnumbers the villagers 20 to 1 and outguns them with the newest military hardware including a couple of Teigu users as their elite squad. However before the imperial troops can even reach the village the unforgiving frozen terrain proved more than problematic for the advancing army made worse by the ever present danger beasts in the area. The village's Sleeping Dragons also conducted hit and run night raids that picked off and terrorized the invaders. After months of fighting the imperial found themselves starved, weakened, demoralized they are forced to retreat. The village was safe for now...

But this victory was short lived. A week later the Capital deployed one of their specialized units known as the Incineration Squad. They specialize in snuffing out tunnel network and crowd control by of course burning everything in sight. They are headed by Captain Bols the squad leader and he wields the Teigu Purgatory's Invitation: Rubicante, one of the most powerful flame type Teigu that its fire does not extinguish until the target has been reduced to ashes. Bols led his squad through the frozen forest mapped out by the previous army group that tried to invade what took months to transverse merely took days as his squad burned through the frozen woods. Both the wild danger beasts and assassins did not stand a chance as they burned through. The Incineration Squad spearheaded the attack with five riflemen companies were behind them. The forest has been the invisible fortress of the village and has stood for hundreds of years now a portion of it has been reduced to ashes in mere days creating a corridor for the invaders.

"Take aim! Fire!" a commander ordered his squad of riflemen. The village defenders who were only armed with swords, arrows and spears dropped like flies from the hale of bullets.

The incineration squad also took part in the massacre that ensued. "AAAAAAHHHAH! IT HURTS!" "WHY ISN'T WATER WORKING!" "HELP ME!" as multiple assassins and other villagers screamed in agony as they burned alive by the hellfire from Bols' Rubicante as well as from other flamethrowers from the rest of his squad. "Unfortunately this too is part of the job." Cpt. Bols stated.

The village went up in flames. It inhabitants is either shot down to the ground or was burned alive. All but three who where away from the village at the time they were hunting for the next meal for the village, a village that is by now is erased from the map.

A few kilometers from the village three young hunters stalked a huge Ice Dragon danger beast they have been hunting for three days. "Tatsumi. Ieyasu. the left and the right as soon as I fire an arrow to his neck," Sayo told them while they were perched up the trees, the two nodded in reply. The two leaped from tree to tree to take their positions. Sayo took a deep breathe as she positioned her bow and took her aim she exhaled and released an arrow. The arrow hit the danger beast on its soft spot by its neck, the dragon roared in pain as it bended over signaling the two to commence the joint attack. Ieyasu jumped from the left, landed and dashed towards its front legs as it tried to get up with light speed he made three slices with his ax on its left leg, dashed forward and another four slashes on its right leg causing the dragon to fall on its front. Tatsumi then jumped to the air to commence the final blow. He landed two fatal blows on the back of its neck finishing the creature once and for all.

"Looks like we hit a big one!" Ieyasu said enthusiastically, "Yeah! Good job you two." Sayo commented the two proud of themselves high fived each other, "Now. It time we bring this back." she said with a grin, the two made a comical face of disbelief.

Several hours later Tatsumi and Ieyasu dragged their kill while Sayo walked in front of them. "Come on lets take a break!" Tatsumi complained, "Yeah! its been hours since we started." Ieyasu seconded him, "Its not that far. Besides it going to be dark soon." Sayo reassured,"Easy for you to not the one dragging this thing..." Ieyasu grumbled, "What was that?" Sayo glared back,"Nothing, nothing. hehehe." he uttered a fake laugh.

After another hour of walking they finally can see their village or whats left of it as many of the houses are reduced to ash and dead bodies filled the ground. The three stood in shock as they saw their tribesmen, friends and family are gone. They rushed to the seen to see who is dead or alive. As they searched through the ruins and went to where their former homes were. Tatsumi and Ieyasu found their parents dead. Sayo rushed to the town hall to see if her father was still alive. He was still alive but half dead and barely conscious. Tatsumi and Ieyasu went to where Sayo is. The village chief riddle with bullets managed to stay alive and conscious uttered his final words to the three, "Thank goodness some of you made it." he tried to laugh but coughed blood, "Don't talk. We will help you." Tatsumi said in panic as he searched his satchel to see if he had any spare bandages, "No. I'm done for but you three must carry on. Here,' the chief reached from his breast pocket and took out a map and a religious figurine, "I want you take this and follow these directions to the Capital. You three must carry the legacy of our people. You must.." he tried to utter as he coughed uncontrollably,"Father..." tears escaped Sayo's eyes as she saw her dying father as she held his hand, "You must avenge our people. Let the world know what happened here. Sayo I'm so proud of you. If only your mother could see you right now. You two, take care of her in my place." the great chief his last piece of advice before he took his final breathe and closed his eyes making a peaceful smile. "Father? father? no... no" Sayo muttered as began to cry uncontrollably on her deceased father's chest, Tatsumi and Ieyasu stood clinching their face as tears started to escape their eyes as not only did they loose their leader but their home, their family, their people. This was nothing short of genocide as the three are the final testament the legendary clan of hunters and assassins known as the Sleeping Dragons ever existed. They were wiped out because they did not submit being exploited and enslaved because the undying thirst for riches of the Empire can never be satisfied.

After the ordeal the three started to one by one bury everyone that perished. One by one, friends, neighbors, family, everyone from the village deserved a proper send off. As they finished the following night they prepared to carry out the final will of their people. They changed their cloths, freshen up, packed whatever belongings they could carry, took some of the meat of the danger beast they hunted the previous day. As walked away from the village. They looked back and see a gimps of everyone saying goodbye as the cold white wind blows that mirage away. They looked forward and see what lies ahead as the morning dawns ahead of them. As the last of their kind only one thing enters their mind 'We will make them pay!'