As demons begin to take the form of humans

Evil plagues the world

Assassins rise from the ashes of the fallen

To banish the evil from the earth

To see the birth of a new country

Is a goal they will bring to their graves.


Save the Nation

By Depressed Paperbag

Chapter One: Kill the Memories

Disclaimer: I do not own Akame Ga Kiru. All anime/manga characters belong to Takahiro.

In the midst of war, both powerful factions, the Revolutionary army and the Imperial army have fought each other for many years. Some wish to see the new age of the nation, but some simply fight to protect their country.

A country that has been torn apart by demonic beings.

Many fear the future of the nation. Those who serve the empire have been become soldiers of the Imperial army, forced to fight the opposing armies of the west and south. A seemingly endless war plagues the world, breeding suffering and pain for Rebels and Imperials alike. There are some who truly resist the tyranny of the Prime Minister.

Some of those reside in the front lines of the Revolutionary army.

The majority of the brave souls are in secret groups that affiliate themselves with the Revolution.

However, there are those individually, who carry a deep resentment for their own personal reasons, while still focusing on the true dream of the Revolutionary army.

Yet, many question the loyalty of these emotion-driven soldiers.

Where their loyalty truly lie, whether with their deceased loved ones or their officers, is debatable among the ranks of soldiers.

Surprisingly, there is only one young man who has such a "unique" mind.

He currently resides in a quiet, but dangerous land in the west that is being ravaged by war.


"Hey, I know you've been okay going solo for a long time now, but this time, I have to-"

"Be quiet and tell the captain that I will be fine by myself as always!" The boy yelled back, putting his short boots on. "I don't need to be burdened."

"Ugh." The man groaned. "What the hell is wrong with this kid?"

"It's merely nothing more than a assassination on a low-ranking officer." He sighed, tugging his light blue scarf and fixing his shin guards. "I am more than enough!"

"Yasune, it is time for you to go." His leading officer opened his large tent flap and announced that his mission was beginning. "You should really bring someone with you. It's bad to be alone."

"Has it ever come to your minds that being together with someone is equally ill?" Yasune responded, checking the straps on his hard leather body armor over his long grey shirt. He patted his brown pants as he double checked the straps on his sword belt, attached with a small pouch bag. He also checked the leather straps that surrounded his thighs.

His officer sighed. "If that's what you want."

"..." He didn't respond back.

"Get moving, those Imperials are probably sleeping in their bunks as we speak." His officer then left him alone to check his equipment.

Yasune tightened the straps on his leather elbow guards and his beige gloves. He touched the two hilts of his weapons behind his waist. He didn't understand why, but he always liked to check everything he had before he embarked on his missions. It was organized and made him feel slightly better whenever he was going on a mission.

Not wasting anymore time, Yasune dashed out of his tent with haste.

He would see to it that the target's life would end. By his own hand, of course.

Yasune had no objections with killing such worthless pieces of corrupted trash.

He never understood why, but he found it "enjoyable" during some occasions.


Carefully going through the areas that are heavily vegetated, Yasune made his way to the location he was informed of. It was the middle of the night. Quiet, breezy, and ideal for infiltrating medium-sized Imperial camps.

Almost sprinting his way through the forests without halting, he soon took cover behind a tree once he saw two men patrolling around the camp.

He knew that it would take too long to pass through these guards without killing them, as they were in the way of his path.

"I do not feel the presence of other obstacles. These two are the only ones. This shouldn't be a hindrance at all."

Yasune carefully drew out his blades. He held one in a reversed grip, another in a regular forward grip. Without a blink, he quickly jumped out of his spot and hurled his left sword at one of the unfortunate guards. It entered into his eye socket and went threw his skull. He then leaped at the second man, swiping once at his neck and cutting his throat. He gagged for several seconds, before expiring.

Yasune calmly retrieved his hurled blade and sheathed them back to their respectful scabbards. An unexpected obstacle just got in his way and he had dealt with it, he didn't have to think more or less about it. However, to ensure that they had died, Yasune drew one of his blades and stabbed both of the men in the location of their hearts.

Yasune had always believed that confirming the kill was the number one rule for being an effective killer. No matter how it was done. Whether it was confirmed by a report or by a stab or two to the heart, it didn't matter to him.

Continuing his mission, he was beginning to get near to the enemy camp. It was very quiet and only a few fires were lit around the camp that he overlooked from the top of the steep hill. Yasune carefully slid down the steep hill, hoping that no one noticed a shady figure sliding down the hill that was the pathway for the distant Rebel camp.

Getting on flat land, he quickly took cover behind a tent house. There were only a few soldiers up and many of them were camped around the few fires that were lit around the campsites. Upon stalking around to find his target, he noticed someone who looked far more well-worn than the other men.

He had the suit of an Imperial officer. His facial appearances matched what he was briefed on as well.

"That man is my target. Perhaps I should give him the long "rest" he desires." Yasune thought.


After a long night of drinking with his men, the corrupted officer retired to his personal bunk in a large tent house. He was tired and wanted to be ready for tomorrow to plan an attack on the nearby rebel camp in the morning. Then, he'd have to file a successful report back to the empire. If he were to fail, the Prime Minister would definitely have his head on a stick.

Literally.

"Ah! Nothing better than a drink after bed." The officer said, dropping his rear on his bunk. "I'd best get some sleep to get rid of those Rebel savages."

Suddenly, a pair of arms harshly snaked around his neck from the darkness behind his bunk. He gagged as he felt sharp, cold steel dig into his throat. The blade went deeper and deeper into his neck. A firm hand covered his mouth, preventing him from spitting out any excess blood and any screaming for help.

"Allow me to let you sleep forever, dog of the empire." A voice emitted from behind him.

It was the last thing he heard before the assassin snapped his neck with one hard twist. The body of the officer fell from the bunk with a tiny, but unnoticeable bang to the dirt ground below him. His throat was still gushing blood, despite that he was dead.

Yasune sighed and cleaned his one of many daggers that he kept within several small sheathes with a cloth in his pouch. He threw the bloody cloth on the dead body and looked at it in disgust. He didn't even have to use both of his main weapons to take down the piece of trash that laid before him.

"What a waste of time.." Yasune muttered.

With that he silently made his way out the tent without anyone noticing him. The Imperials were truly horrid guards that made his jobs generally easy.

As Yasune was about several feet away from the location of the camp, he heard a gun cock behind him. He sighed, somewhat pitiful for the Imperial fool that was fated with noticing him. He turned around and shot a death glare at the shivering Imperial soldier in front of him.

"S-Stay where you are, boy! D-Don't make me shoot you!"

This young man, who was only a few ages older than him, was clearly a fresh recruit.

He didn't like to kill people that he weren't his targets, but he truly hated obstacles like the young person before him. As he was about to reach for one of his blades, he saw the man's head become enveloped in a pair of arms. He heard a snap and rolled his eyes, what was with snapping necks this night?

One of the arms was a mechanical arm that he knew too well. He immediately knew who it was.

As the man's body fell down, he saw the white-haired woman who was always smoking a black blunt. She had an eyepatch and stared at him with a smirk. Yasune looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't think you'd be spotted by.. someone so inexperienced." She said to him.

"Najenda.." Yasune uttered with a slight hint of annoyance.


When both of them returned to the camp, Yasune informed that the target was dead and his officer commended him. Everyone was indifferent about it, since they had a rather "negative" vibe with the lone wolf that they were stationed with. Everyone greeted the former General, who was named Najenda, to the camp as she was known to the Revolutionary army and respected by many.

Najenda had revealed that she came to the camp to personally have a conversation with Yasune himself about something important. The officer understood and allowed the former General to have a word with one of his most successful "soldiers".

Yasune examined his weapons as Najenda talked to him about recruitment for her organization that was affiliated with the Revolutionary army.

It was a conversation that was always discussed too much between them.

"Night Raid again?" Yasune groaned. "We've talked about this, Najenda."

"We have, but at a time like this, I could use as much help as I can get." Najenda responded. "I need as many talented killers I can name off. You're on the top list. You can be an essential piece to bringing this nation to a new calm."

The memories that shot through his mind that occurred several years ago haunted him and would most likely haunt him for the rest of his life. Unable to find the peace to continue "political" assassinations on high-value targets in the heart of the empire, Yasune never attempted for join an organized assassination group that was connected to the Revolutionary army.

"I always chuckle at the talk of a new peace. Your talk is blabber." Yasune commented. "There was never any peace in this world to begin with. With the "Ice-controlling" witch rampaging through the country, I doubt there will be any time soon."

"You do what it takes, don't you?" Najenda replied. "I've already gotten two new members a few days ago, but even I know that isn't enough. With you, I know I'll be ready for whatever the Prime Minister's pawn have for us."

"I've.. promised myself that I wouldn't go that path anymore." Yasune sheathed the blade that he was maintaining. "I can't sleep when I think of being together with others. I can't forget, I can't remember. I just.. want to forget to remember. But thanks to that damned box, I'm cursed."

"You aren't. I've already told you that." Najenda reminded. "What you have is a rarity. I didn't think that Teigu existed, but it did, and the fact that you're somewhat compatible is a miracle."

"Heh, you make it sound so easy to use it." Yasune said.

"So, you haven't been able to utilize it yet?" Najenda asked.

"No. I try to take the medicine the doctors give me to keep myself from going insane, but it isn't working as I thought it would." Yasune answered. "I'm rather fearful for my outcome in the end."

"Yasune," Najenda began. "I know that you might not like to do "that" anymore, but I need you to compromise. If things do "happen", I'm here to keep you in check. I've always have been."

"How can I trust you with the sake of changing the world?"

"You don't. You follow what your heart tells you to do." Najenda responded seriously.

That quote activated something in Yasune that made him feel strangely sad, but a little confident now.

"I know that you are a man of pure heart, I know you will make the right choices." The voice of the one man he respected and loved echoed through his mind.

Yasune scratched his head. "I hate you and your sliver tongue."

Najenda chuckled at his somewhat humorous remark. "I assume you've agreed?"

"As long as you keep to your promise, Najenda." Yasune responded, putting a ragged cloak around him. "On the agreement that we are equal, not subordinate and boss, I don't have much of a say in this anymore since I still owe you a debt for what you did for me."

"Can't really agree on those terms." Najenda replied, chuckling.

Yasune crossed his arms, indifferent. "Hmph, I care not. Shall we get going?"

"Yeah, the air mantra should be waiting."

"I do so hate those. I can't understand how some things can fly without wings."

As he stood up from his bunk, Yasune began to feel dizzy and his vision began to become doubles. Then, he became nauseous. His right nostril began to bleed and his eyes reddened and dilated. He stared at his hands and they wouldn't stop shaking. His heart began to beat at a rapid pace and he began to get headaches. Worst of all, he found it difficult to breathe as he found himself wheezing.

Intense pain, both burning and sharp, began to envelope his entire body.

He was suffering from one of his compatibility withdrawals. They always made him suffer more than he already was. It would always happen once per day, or even twice.

Yasune halted in his tent house and Najenda turned around, noticing the withdrawal. She didn't do anything about it because Yasune would always be the one to do so. Yasune reached for his small pouch and took out a bottle of medical pills that were given to him. He opened it and consumed two pills. He took a deep breath, wiped the dripping blood from his nose and sighed in relief.

"Still getting those painful episodes? Must be hard on you."

Yasune attempted to shrug it off, grunting hoarsely. "There isn't a day where I can be at ease without the suffering on my body."

"I know you'll get through it. You've been through worse."

"My body wishes to disagree.." He muttered.


"So, uh, this new "police group" we're in.. is made to pursue Night Raid, right?" The skinny young man asked, who was in torn rags and his wrists were entangled in unchained shackles. "I do hope we have more entertainment this time, Esdese-sama!"

"Your stupidity can indeed irritate me.." Esdese responded, who sat on a bench as she enjoyed her break after returning to the empire a week ago. "Has it ever come to your twisted mind to dress something new?"

"Nah!" The person responded with a carefree tone. "I like decrepit. I love to trick the enemy into thinking I'm a skinny, weak little fellow. I do so enjoy the human nature and testing it, just like how you like to torture people for your own sexual needs!"

"The Prime Minister ordered this mysterious person to support me in my attack in the north several months ago. I wonder what he's trying to do. How intriguing. This.. child-thing does surprise me however. His interests in human nature are similar to my interests in slow torture. Hmph, I can say the same for his strength as well." Esdese thought.

"Night Raid killed that "Strange" guy a few days ago, eh?" He brought up. "Honestly, I never liked him. If you didn't notice, Esdese-sama, he was twisted. Don't you think he had some pretty fucked up plans? He was probably gonna work on those Night Raid fellas if he ever got to. Also, that guy liked to work on humans and use them! I, for one, only like to work on them. Completely different!"

"Is that so?"

"Don't stare at me like that! I-I'm just saying that maybe some of the people you got are.. uh, crazy in the head?"

Esdese couldn't help but smirk. "Fufufu, you make it sound like you're the sane one in this."

"I sure am! At least I don't have an addiction to candy and have weird dreams about experimenting people, you know!" He exclaimed.

While the boy was irritating at some times, she did enjoy his company. His sadistic, but sick need to capture his foes and "examine" them was something she related to her torturing her enemies with pleasure.

"..." She became a little quiet, thinking about her lover.

The boy grunted in irritation. "Oh my dear lord, are you still thinking about him?"

"Yes." Esdese responded.

"Ugh, I'm sure we'll see him sooner or later. You always find a way to do so.." He assured, muttering some of the words. "I can't understand the way you handle romance. Time will tell, won't it?"

Esdese's blue eyes turned to the sickly skinny boy next to her and she was both disgusted and impacted by his attempt to have her spirits up more higher. Of course, he had to. For the sake of the new Teigu group that was just recently established.

"Lets go, Hidetsu. We're going to gather the Jaegars for the next mission." Esdese stood up and began to walk to her location.

"I'd like to join on the mission this time. The bodies at the first mission were either cut up to pieces or burned to a crisp so I couldn't examine them." Hidetsu said to her. "I'd love to bring a warm and unspoiled souvenir back to the capital."


A/N:

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