I just finished watching Akame ga Kill, and Lubba x Najenda- I will go down with this ship, clinging on to the mast if I have to. Just some thoughts Lubba might have had at- any point, really.
If I owned Akame ga Kill, it would not be the wonderful anime that it is. Because almost everyone is so lovable and wonderful- I would rather cut off my left hand than kill them. And the angst is what makes it. So. The ten-cent coins and dust-bunnies hiding in my wallet are laughing at you. Pity none of them have evolved into riches and plot bunnies.
They laugh, or smirk, or scoff whenever I say it. They don't believe me, and why would they. Considering my attitude towards all women, all the time… they probably have a reason to think I'm just being dramatic, perverted, or just plain getting my hopes up way too high. But hey, I have unexpected depths. I don't run a bookstore just for the money, the cover, or the incredibly awesome super-secret hideout of Night Raid that I have hidden in it. Not at all. I like books. Love them, really. It's not an obsessive, out there love. I don't talk about it, not the way I talk about my love for women in general, and her especially. Somehow, though- I think that if a pervert like me can love something that doesn't take the form of a woman simply because they exist, because they are, then I can love her like that too.
She's beautiful- in a rough way. She dresses like a guy, has short hair, an eye patch, and one of her arms isn't made of flesh and blood like the rest of her. I don't care. Sure, she's beautiful, sure, she might be called damaged, broken- but only by people with no idea what they are talking about. It's not her looks I fell in love with, though they are certainly nothing to sneer at. I love her razor-sharp mind, her heart like magma. Some might call that a strange comparison, but it fits. All heat and fire, molten and embracing those she cares about with flames that stretch higher than mountains, but hidden by walls of solid rock, so she can do what she must to bring peace to this kingdom, without holding us back- her molten-stone heart freezing and hardening to cold, still stone, so she can let us go, knowing that some of us won't come back. You could call her a volcano, in a way- she certainly is smokin' hot enough.
When I say I'm going to marry her, I mean it. She hasn't said yes, but there is an unspoken 'maybe' every time she turns me down. I've asked her seriously, time and again. The closest I've ever gotten was an unfinished sentence, "After the war is over-." It's enough to give me hope. So when they laugh, or smirk, scoff, or mock, tease, or tell me that a woman like her would never marry a man like me- I just smile inside. No matter what I say or do, I love her. And after my waiting is finished, after the war is over and we're both alive and safe to see the rise of the new kingdom- then she'll say yes, and we'll have little silver-and-green haired kids. I'll own my extremely successful book-chain, she'll have a position high in the government, we'll have a little house with a large garden, Akame, Leone and Tatsumi will come over all the time and Cross Tail will sit above the mantel piece. We'll reminisce about old friends and old times. And when we're together, introducing ourselves to strangers, I'll be able to say, "Hi, I'm Lubbock, and this is my wife, Najenda. Nice to meet you."
If you love me, or this, reader-san, you will feedback me. If there were bits that could be better- tell me. Communication could make or break our relationship. Anything you liked, I'm all open ears.
With the good wishes induced by my flourishing tea addiction,
I wish you well, reader-san.
Ja ne, Lusith out!