Hi everybody. Thanks for your support in my last Akame ga Kill story. This next one will be a long one and true to my love of having romance in my stories this one will be another Akame X Tatsumi Fanfiction. This will get gory and violent so it will be rated M. Spoilers for those of you haven't read the manga. This fic will take place after the events of the story. Italics are thoughts.
I don't own Akame ga Kill because it's obvious that Akame with would be going out with Tatsumi by now if it was mine.
Kill the Torment.
Chapter-1 – Dark Horizons.
Again. Again. Again. How long must he endure this torment?
Red blood spatter sprays the surroundings.
It sprays him for the millionth time in his dreams.
The unending image of her petite body pierced by that blood drenched black katana.
And her soiled re-animated body. With dark eyes that held none of the love that was once in them.
And the deep rage and despair that exploded into the bringer of death.
But it was rage he couldn't control.
He missed the target.
Slash. And her body was headless but still moving.
He missed again.
Two slashes and her arms dropped to the ground like dead sacks of meat.
He missed again.
Two slashes and her legs were gone.
This time there was no missing.
Two slashes more and then it was over… Her body pierced with the spear of her beloved.
The surfacing dark rage he felt and her blood on his hands.
The blood of murderers on his murderous hands. Drowning in the sea of blood, of her blood especially. It's like drowning but not dying. No release….
And the ending torment when he realises that nothing could be done.
The ending torment continues for him….
"Wake up. Wake up. It's okay its nothing but a dream…."Cried out a soothing voice
A soft hand pulls him past the surface of blood.
He awakens to see the hand that saved him. That gentle hand that had been with him since start of the end. His torment for was over. At least for today it was. Tears begin to drench his face.
"Tatsumi it's okay. It's over. It's not your fault."
"But I couldn't save her. I had to cut up her body!" Tatsumi screamed s started to re-torture himself.
"You saved her, you released her!" The girl insisted as she bought her hands
"Leave me alone Akame! Just leave me alone." Tatsumi shouted half angrily, half imploring
"Fine I'll be waiting downstairs. Please don't hurt yourself more." She implored
"It's breaking my heart." She whispered.
It has been six months since the end of the Revolutionary army's rebellion which resulted in the over throw of the empire and the creation of the Free Republic. Peace and prosperity once again knocked on the doors to the country. However for some the pain isn't over and will not be over.
The assassination group Night Raid was given full honours by the new government as heroes who won the war against injustice. It was little comfort to the remaining members who lost too much.
Their losses and the loss of one person especially weighed heavily on Tatsumi, who had lost his cheerfulness to death and destruction. At first he was unable to continue physically after the war although under carefully care from his friends he managed to recover. He was able to use Incursio again after a mere three weeks. But the mental trauma continued.
With the others busy with work with the Free Republic, only Akame was left to take care of him who rejected all offers by the military and the government to look after her friend. It became apparent that Tatsumi hadn't fully healed to her and she insisted on looking after him. They lived together in a two storey house in the capital re- named Jiyuu.
Akame sat down in the kitchen and began to gnaw on Evil Bird drumstick. It gave her a certain sense of comfort amongst her inability to help Tatsumi majorly. She began to muse over a plan to get him smiling once more.
She missed his smile that he once had. It made her happy to see him happy. She was worried that Tatsumi wouldn't recover. She hated the empire even more now to see her friend reduced to something so hollow.
"He needs to get out and seen what he's done. He needs to know that the world isn't filled with despair anymore!" Akame mused out loud.
"That's it. I'll get him to travel around the country and see what he has done. It'll be good for his health and it'll be a good excuse for him to get some practice!"
At that moment Tatsumi came by wearing his normal light brown clothes. His eyes were red which was from prolonged crying. He was in a sorry state.
"Akame, I'm sorry I shouted at you. I know that you were trying to help me but…" Tatsumi began.
"No apologises needed Tatsumi. I'm here to help you. I just want you happy again." Akame interrupted.
"But I may never recover from this. What's the point of me dragging you down?" Tatsumi questioned harshly.
"Please don't say that." She whispered quietly.
"I want to help you Tatsumi. I'll be the one struggling to sleep if I do nothing." Akame replies forcefully.
"Okay. It's fine if you don't feel like you're not being dragged by me." He mumbled back.
She could bear to see him like this any longer. For six months he had endured the pain and that was enough.
"Pack your bags Tatsumi. We're leaving the capital!" Akame declared intently.
"Huh? What for?" Tatsumi asked
"No particular reason. I thought it'll be nice for us to leave the place for a few days. It'll be nice to train for a bit."
"I don't see a point for that." He replied reasonably.
"I'm not taking no for an answer Tatsumi. We're going and that's final." Akame forced.
She dragged him out the kitchen, ignoring his continued struggle.
"Let me go Akame. I'm not a baby! I can do this myself."
"Do you promise to come with me?" Akame questioned.
"No what's the point?"
"Do you promise to come with me?!" Akame questioned even more forcefully with her grip on his collar tightening.
"Gah. Akame stop! You're gonna choke me! Fine, fine I'll go just stop!" He implored.
Immediately her face brightened and she let go of his collar.
"Good to see that you agree with me." Akame
"Geez. I swear you can be the most stubborn of all of us in Night Raid." Tatsumi mentioned whilst rubbing his sore neck.
"Stop complaining about it. I bet you'll enjoy it when we actually go." Akame replied.
"Hopefully this will help him get over things. Hopefully he'll realise that the world isn't all doom and gloom. I will succeed in this. He will get better. Tatsumi will get better and that will be the last thing that needs to be fixed. I won't let him down! I can't bear to see him like this. I want the old Tatsumi back!"
"I know what's she is trying to do. She is trying to get me to forget things and get on with my life. She is trying to remind me what good I helped to achieve. But that won't stop my chains of blood and murder. Of uselessness when it mattered the most. I'll regret that I wasn't able to save her for the rest of my life."
"He will move on!"
"I won't ever move on!"
"I remove all that guilt from his heart."
"That guilt will stay. Lodged deep."
"It'll be over soon!"
"It'll continue till my soon ending."
"I'll help. He'll thank me for it."
"I'm sorry Akame."
Council of Twelve-meeting room.
Najenda observed the room filled with elderly geezers. They were squabbling. Again. Probably for the hundredth time today. Something about the financial councillor not allotting enough money for village improvements. In short for someone as young as her, it was boring as hell.
The council of twelve was the governing body of the Free Republic. The twelve councillors all had a certain area where they had certain expertise. For example Najenda herself was the councillor for Defence.
To her the squabble was useless. They weren't getting anything done. It was petty. For a governing body that leads the Free Republic all they thought of was their positions. They weren't lying when they said that they would work for people, but just which people? To Najenda the governing body began to reek slightly. Still it is far better than the Empire who only thought of themselves but harmed the people as well.
She had more pressing matters on hand. As she was the councillor for defence she was in charge of the Free Republic's army. It was a big job but one that for six months she handled well. It was unprecedented that Najenda would lose contact with general Naikado a key member of their fighting force. She wouldn't believe that it was simply an incommunicative error because it felt too fishy.
As she was thinking on what to do with the situation a messenger came to the council room. He was in a rush. That was obvious. But Najenda saw a different look on his face. It was on of fear.
"Councillors. I have urgent message for you. It's not pretty." The messenger told them.
He pulled out a white cloth. It would have been pure white had it not been for the red blood dripping from the bottom. It was a package of some sort. The messenger opened the cloth. The loud gasp ringed inside the council room.
Inside the cloth was a severed head. Its eyes where gouged out, its tongue a bloody ornament on its head. The blood was still oozing out like a fresh wound. It continued to spread and spread across the table where it laid. Most council members vomited.
The owner of the head was obvious. It was the general Naikado's bloody head
"You messenger. Where did you get this?" A council member demanded.
"It was left outside the palace gates sir. They left a note as well sir." The messenger replied getting increasing pale.
"Give that note to us!" Najenda demanded.
It was given to Najenda. The letter was much like this;
My dear Council of twelve.
First of all I wish to congratulate you for succeeding in your rebellion six months ago. It was most certainly the greatest war that I had experience in my lifetime. However I regret to inform you that that I will summarily surpass the level of chaos that you created by our army. I have gathered the survivors of the Empire's army which you failed to dispatch of and made an army of terrible vengeance. My army's goal is to rent and destroy this new country. This is done out of revenge of the Empire whom my army use to be loyal to.
However that is my army's goal. Not mine. My goal is far less grand than theirs. Mine is simple. The only reason is that this situation is interesting. I want to find something that satisfies me and interests me. Right now that's chaos.
I love to see faces etched with hatred. Faces etched with sorrow. The strife's of war. The howls of the defeated. The ripping of flesh. The slashes of despair. Of utter hopeless and then immense glory others. The loud cries of explosions. The searing hot poker. The determined struggle. The hounding of the night. The expressions twisted in guilt. The insanity of normal men. The parting of friends by a measurable gap of earth to heaven. A front lines destroyed. The powerless turned strong. The weak oppressed. The torture of slaves. The orphans who are just old enough to etch revenge in their hearts. Hearts ripped out mentally. The terror of flesh flying. Blood spatter across the battlefield. Mutilation. Dismemberment. Love torn. Childhood memories stained with blood. To be thrown in midst of the bloodiest battles
Yes I love all of them! And for what? All to see their faces. To see how people react to things. How many different faces can I describe? It's my life's exclamation. My joy. My happiness to see it all. To see hatred, rage, wrath, jealously, struggle, Envy, hatred, strife, pain, darkness all rolled into one. And what better way to do that than in a war where conflict of wills may move thousands of men to their dooms.
So I declare to you right now. I will wage war on you. Not out of hatred nor revenge. Not for the sake of a homeland nor from some haughty goal of justice. Not for love. Not out greed or jealousy. Not spurred on by some god which is evil or just. This is simply about man and how interesting things will be at the end.
All it boils down to is how l you'll keep me interested.
So you see you won't be able appease me. I know that some of you will try to appease me but how to you appease a man that finds appeasement boring and stupid.
So I will let the kill, steal, rent, purge, torture, rape and any sort things to make chaos reign once more. I'll confuse, strike fear. Bring despair when hope seems within arm's length.
At this point in time probably wondering "This man is a psychopath." To that I say yes, yes I am. If you'll call me bastard then I'll reply saying "good you're getting feisty!" You call me scum. Sure why not let's start with the name bashing. You'll call me evil no doubt and then I'll say "sure why not? Doesn't matter to me!" You'll call me a demon spawn and "sure that'll be interesting." You'll call me insane and I say "Of course. You're the one with the screw looser if you think I'm normal."
So enough with the curses and the name bashing. It'll get you nowhere. Enough with the boring politics. Enough of the talks of appeasement. Struggle to fight me. I don't want a massacre. That's too easy and too boring.
Find me then. I welcome you to hound at me! Curse at me when you struggle to fight my armies whom I do not have to remind you of their might and. Come will you send your country into nightmare while you speak of peace!?
Until we have the pleasure of meeting again!
My
Dear
Council
Of
Twelve.
P.S That is a real head. Who I'm sure you know whose it is right?
"We have to stop this man!" Najenda exclaimed.
"Now, now Najenda. This man is a silly terrorist but nothing more than that." One member tried to reassure.
"That "Silly Terrorist" of yours killed a general and God knows what they did to his army!" She replied harshly.
"We don't even know if that is Naikado. Please calm down."
"Yes councillor and general Najenda. We simply cannot be too rash about this."
"The people will be hurt the most if gets out of hand."
"We must calm down."
"We must first confirm the threat. This for all we know could be a bluff to get us frightened."
"There are other urgent things that we must discuss as well."
The same excuses continued to revolve around the room. It became like a loud bell that was irritating and deadly
"So you're basically telling me to do nothing." She whispered.
"So you fools are basically telling me to do absolutely nothing! "She screamed.
"Fine! I'll handle this myself. It was always the army's job anyways. But let me tell you something. Something you geezers. You fools that haven't handled war. Your politics won't work. Your call for calm won't work. Your avoidance of the situation won't work." Najenda declared storming out of the council room.
"A war is coming. You'll best realise that soon."
Unknown location.
A silver haired man in a black coat was sitting on a chair all by himself in a dark room. His eyes where a pale blue and a harsh red on the other.
"Ahh I wonder I they got my message!" The man exclaimed.
"I do hope they'll entertain me for a bit. It'll be boring if they do nothing. Although that would be interesting if one wishes to think of it that way."
"But still I do hope they'll try. It's more interesting that way!"
Standing up the man laughed like a mad scientist would.
"Ahh yes! I can feel it! The excitement. The satisfaction! My long years of boredom will end!"
"Please don't bore me. Especially not you Night Raid!"
And the small room shook in his laughter as the darkness slowly encroached.
Well that's it for the first chapter. Hopefully you understood some of the plot. I'll reveal things about what happened six months ago as the story progresses. Hope you were okay with the antagonist, he's not particularly likeable but I hope he's a good enough villain in coming chapters. To any Fanfiction writers that like Akame ga kill please help the fandom out! It's ridiculously small!
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