Based on the world of Akame Ga Kill. We do not own the rights to any of the Akame ga Kill Characters or situations. This is simply what we randomly put our time into making. Any resemblance to any real life person is mere coincidence. Links and Similarity between Emotion and Blizzard are on purpose. This applies to the whole of this Fan Fiction, it's chapters, and the associated Fan Fiction know as Emotion.
Everything was cold, so very cold.
The Blizzard pelted me with snow, ice, pain. I trudged through the snow, with out reason, without destination. Lost. Not meant to be here. As the blizzard chipped away at my body, I slowly lost my senses. Smell, taste, hearing, touch, sight. I was weak. Insignificant. Tiny. But why was I so scared? My legs gave way, defeated by the mighty blizzard and the punishing journey. As I began to fall, It hit me like a truck. I was going to die. As I fell towards the ground, I scanned nearby for a glimmer of hope, of surviving. Someone who could point me in the right direction. Take away my pain. There was no-one. I hit the dirt and snow, and lost consciousness.
I woke up in a warm place. Lifting my head, I realized I was in a cramped, cold room made of stone. Looking to my right, I saw a door, with bars. I was in prison. As I hobbled towards the door, I heard someone scream. The soldier was shocked at my recovery. I jumped back, and sat down to try and calm him, but he ran, possibly to announce my return to the land of the living. Since I was locked in this prison, and had nothing to do, I inspected my room further. It was a simple jail cell, just a wooden bench and rags. My supplies and personal belongings were missing. They did not expect me to survive. Soon after, I heard the sound of footsteps, and a young girl with a small dog entered the room.
"Why were you out there?"
It sounded more like an order than a question.
"I ran away. From my tribe."
I figured the faster I could get this over with, the faster I would find out about my fate.
"Good. Your telling the truth."
She must have gone through my bag, looking at my belongings. My personal belongings and supplies were held there, and were taken away from me.
"Your from a Northern tribe. Why escape here, where we are your enemies?"
Her tone was calmer. She trusted me now. She was surprisingly naiive.
"Better here than dead. The soldiers killed my family, my friends and all other tribe people
She looked at me, perplexed and worried. She began to leave when she turned around, smiling, and asked me a final question
"What is your name?"
"Liam"
Days went on. I just laid there thinking about my village. Everyone I had ever known gone in a instant. During my time of recalling my recent past, I was haunted by the screams, the blood, the horror. Even my dreams weren't safe, as I woke up sweating due from my nightmare. The blue haired commander. She brutally beat the villagers, and killed children in front of their parents. In the dream I run for my life, chased by soldiers, but am suddenly cut off by a wall of ice. I see the Commander on top of it, looking down on me with cold blank eyes. In my real life, I have scars running along my arms, due to my sudden wakings and my movements during the night. My condition wasn't improving.
That's when I met Kimochi. He was the first other person in the prison to notice me. He looked at me with pity and sadness, but his first sentence he ever said to me involved the word bastard. Kimochi was short for his age, as he looked to be around 18. He has emerald looking eyes, and light brown curly hair. He had a oval face, and a olive skin tone. His stature was slightly hunched, and his body was moderately muscular. He had multiple scars on his arms, that were most likely gained from battle. After I told him about how I was jailed, he told me his story. When he was young he was hired into the imperial army, and was discovered to have compatibility with a imperial arms the capitol had found. Because of this, he was assigned to a high level squad, quickly becoming captain due to his powerful weapon. But one day, the another squad ambushed them, and because of their sheer numbers and element of surprise, they killed many members of the squad in seconds. Only a few escaped, including Kimochi, but when they returned, they were labeled abandoners, and were jailed straight away. He also told me of a few ways the prison functioned.
"Its almost the end of the month isn't it"
This was the first think I heard when I woke up. I groggily said
"I think so"
"Then I think they're going to take you to the training grounds"
This sentence caused a moment of confusion in my head. Training grounds? Why? Then I realized I could simply ask.
"Why?"
"Because every month, new prisoners that have potential for loyalty are given a test in the training grounds. Be ready. If you do good, you could get your freedom back."
So I began preparing. I worked out during the day to keep up my strength, trying to be stronger, faster and deadlier to join the army. During the night, confident in the fact that my days here were limited, I began to devise a plan to get Kimochi out of the prison. For about a week straight, I kept at it, training and planning. My condition began to improve, as my nightmares disappeared while I was busy. Finnaly, the day was here. Two guards stood outside the door and stared at me stretching. They knew I was confident, and was warned, simply opening the door and gesturing me to the left. I had other plans.
"Can I get my weapon? I know about the recruiting, and would like to have my weapon I've trained with."
The guards looked at my keen face, and guided me to the right, where the prisoners belongings were kept. This must have been a regular request, or they thought I wanted my freedom badly. They got my weapon, and I grabbed my supplies. They knew I had throwing knives the bag, but let me keep them alongside my bag as the daggers would have no effect on their armor. As I passed Kimochi, I dropped a throwing knife into his cell, making it seem like an accident. The two guards quickly opened the door while Kimochi scrambled away, when I suddenly knocked them both out with the hilt of my sword. I handed the knife to Kimochi and simply said "Run". Once Kimochi left the cell and towards the front, I moved towards the back, and entered the training grounds like nothing happened.
As I walked through the gate, my vision blurred, as my eyes adjusted to the sun. I had no idea if it had really been a month underground, but it had definitely felt longer. As I walked into the vast, open training ground, I saw a surprising number of prisoners. Either this country had rampant crime, or very frequently attacked other villages. When the other potential recruits noticed me, they looked on in spite, and in hate. As I was wondering why they were so aggressive when a large voice erupted from above. A Blonde muscular man boomed from above orders on what to do. He was probably a squad commander, or higher.
"I haven't got all day, so I'll make this quick. I am Budo, the leader of the imperial guard. Today, you will show me your skills in combat, by sparring with these soldiers." He pointed towards the left, where armored men prepared their swords for a match.
"Impress me, and you get a job, and maybe, one day you can be free. Fail, and go back to your cells until next month." This made me realise why the other men looked at me with such hate. I was new, and they could have been here for many months, or years. And my life was on the life, because if I didn't get hired, I would be killed for letting Kimochi escape. My possible death made me struggle to stand just from thinking about it. Brutally murdered by the soldiers, like the merciless blue haired commander. Swallowed by thoughts, I almost missed my turn to spar with one of the soldiers. The man looked at me with disbelief. He probably didn't want to fight a shivering, scarred child. As he carefully walked towards me, I quickly dashed forward faster than I had ever done before, and knocked the sword out of his hands, up into the air. Still in my trance like state, I leapt forward into him, knocking him off his feet, jumped on him, and savagely put my sword to his throat. My fear of death pushed my body over my physical limit, making want to kill this menacing soldier, but before any injury occurred, an alarm went off, snapping me out of my trance and seeing what was wrong. Two guards ran into the grounds pointing at me, repeating the phrase
"He let the Imperial arms escape."