A/N: SPOILER ALERT! SPOILERS AHEAD, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN CAUGHT UP WITH THE LATEST ANIME/MANGA! I hope you all enjoy this Tatsumi x Esdeath story! I've been planning a bit of a plot for a while now, and hopefully I can slowly set things into action!
In this story, Sheele and Bulat are dead, and Tatsumi's heart is slowly being consumed by the hatred he cannot relieve himself of. Slaughtering is the only thing that makes him not insatiable. What happens when Tatsumi spends every second of every day training against members of Night Raid to strengthen himself and them? What if Incursio becomes over five times more than what it already is? Rated M for blood, gore, violence, drug/alcohol use, sexual themes. OOC.
"Filthy.. pigs... rotten..." coughing up blood, the pure reincarnation of Bulat and Incursio stood before the enemy with a resolve stronger than onyx. "I won't... lose to.. a bunch of... Empire... pigs..." A few of the many soldier's blood began to boil, as their leader lie dead at the hands of none other than Tatsumi.
"Get him." A woman spoke. Tatsumi clenched his teeth. "That's how it is... just send your filthy pigs at me, they'll all be slaughtered! Just like your brainless leader!" Venom dripped from his mouth with every word that caused the soldiers to hesitate moving towards the enemy for a brief period of time, but they moved on regardless. To them, the empire was worth dying for. A thin grin appeared on the woman hiding in the sidelines, the one commanding the soldiers. In a flash, the walking metal suit flashed past 7 soldiers, instantly slitting their jugular veins with almost perfect accuracy. "Sheele..." He gritted his teeth. "Sheele died to you worthless pieces of scrap!" He stood there and let the soldiers' swords grind over his armor, leaving nothing but a bit of steel from the sword that shaved off. "You can't cut me anymore... and even so, I'd never die to you garbage!" Another soldier screamed at him, regarding something of his 'ugly attitude towards the almighty emperor and prime minister', as his head fell to the floor, along with a soulless, cold body, and his sword.
The woman watched eagerly. She couldn't wait to see Incursio evolve even further. This boy... she can't wait to capture him once more. Ever since she tried to claim him after she had first saw his gleaming smile after defeating an opponent in the arena... her heart races every time she pictures the moment. Pure ecstasy she would have found herself in, had it not been for the situation she was in currently.
"Sheele..." He cried as Empire Soldier's blood splattered all over the place, including his face. Tears mixed with blood as the pitter-patter of rain began to make itself visible gradually. "Sheele..." He dropped to his knees, a downpour of tears and rain as he screamed to the heavens for his fallen comrades. "Bulat... Sheele... Sheele!" He bellowed into the open air, not a care in the world. He dropped his sword bestowed upon him by a fallen Bulat as he cried his heart out.
The woman couldn't help but feel an almost overwhelming sensation of emotional hurt as she heard his cries. My poor Tatsumi..., she thought, a hand clenched to her chest.
"Sheele..." He said again. Never once had he felt so calm after reaching the Empire when Sheele had her arms around him, telling him that everything will be okay. She was his one source of kindness and comfort, and now she's gone. Just like Ieyasu and Sayo. Gone.
A minute passed as his sobs were reduced to grunts and hiccups of torment. A mere teen shouldn't have to suffer this emotional trauma, but he knew it was the price he had to pay for his sins. For their sins. After all, he knew what he was getting himself into the moment he decided to take Najenda's offer on joining Night Raid. After seeing how corrupted the Empire was... how could he refuse?
To be taken in by a rebellious group of assassins who want nothing more than to cleanse this place of corruption, comforted and trained by his consoling comrades. Now he had lost two of the very few he felt he had some sort of connection with. Who else?
"Why..." He gasped into the cold night's air, the rain still hitting hard. "Why couldn't you bastards have taken me?!" He wailed. "Why not me? Why Sheele and Bulat?! Why?!" He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, blood draining out of his hands. He didn't notice.
"You... goddamn..." He wanted to scream. Just explode his lungs, release his torture to the world, show everyone his pain. But he thought it was enough. He just sobbed as he lie on his back, eyes closed towards the cloudy, rainy sky.
The pale-blue haired woman stepped out from cover as his sobs were reduced to nothing, drifting off into a heavy sleep. She too had stains of tears. I cannot remember the last time I had shed a tear., the woman thought, Tatsumi... you truly are the perfect man for me...
She leaned next to him, her sailor hat covering both of their heads' as she kissed him gently upon the lips. The woman figured that he needed time alone rather than to be captured by her again. The woman had suffered the loss of everyone she had loved at an extremely underdeveloped age, so, as out-of-character as this may be for The Capital's Strongest, Esdeath, she decided to leave her pray alone.
With this, the prologue is set. Tatsumi is a lone teen mourning over the loss of his beloved comrades, and... well, best not to spoil it. I am, after all, the author :P. As fast-paced as this may be, trust me, it's not a fast-paced story, only the prologue. At least, I hope. If it ends up to be a fast-paced story, which I probably won't let happen, but IF IT DOES, I will make it super long. Laters!