Hello, I am a relatively recent fan of Akame ga Kill, but I enjoy it immensely. I've finished the anime, and have caught up with both mangas out so far. I found I was still wanting more, so I decided I would write a fanfic in the universe of it. Sorry if my work is not up to your standards, but I'll try my best. I would like to use the manga names because I prefer to use original names, but since the anime seems more popular, I'll stick with using their names. It will be an OC story, which in turn, I willl be making the characters slightly OOC. Sorry if it may not be up to many people's tastes, but I enjoy doing them. May have romance within, but not sure yet.


Looking in from the outside, the empire seemed a place rich with wealth. That was true, but only for the select few. The once proud empire was now corrupt to its core, due to the monsters in control of it. The people, beaten and battered, looked on as they could do nothing from their position. Few would ever attempt to stand up to the empire, and those who did would be crushed under their militaristic superiority. One of the reasons was because of the generals of the armies inciting fear in any who would oppose them.

General Esdeath was one such general. She looked on as she waked through the slums towards the center of the capital. She was slightly annoyed that she had been called back from her hunting trip of rare and powerful danger beasts in the harsh untamed mountains to the east. She rode by many people on her horse, sparing none of them a glance.

Why should I? she thought. The weak will never survive on their own if they don't try to change their lives. she reasoned in her head. As she rode by, a child ran in front of her horse, startling it slightly. Just as she was about to cut the child down, an old man ran in front, shielding the child. She hesitated for a moment, the man reminding her of her childhood, where a man took care of her until she was able to hunt again. The same old man who hunted with her, attempting to teach her to be more humane to the beast she killed. She would never accept his ideals, but respected them none the less, happy that she had at least someone to confide in when she was at her most vulnerable. She remembered his reaction when she told him that she would be leaving for to join the empire soon. The sadness in his eyes, as if he could see another life he tried to protect vanish before his eyes. The days following, she could still remember his attitude change, growing more distant and depressed in his aging life. He finally announced that he would be willing to let her go if she could land a hit on him, he would allow her to go with his approval, no matter how against the idea he was. Thinking back on those memories, she could feel a guilt in her chest. It was one of the only times she allowed herself to cry in her life. Before she could reflect more on the man who raised her as his own, she was interrupted.

"I'm sorry for this child's intrusion, General Esdeath! Please forgive him." the man pleaded, bowing down before her.

She stared at him for a moment, anger flowing through her at his interruption. She was about to strike him down, before she remembered the words of the old man who raised her to become a young woman. Cutting down the weak will get you nowhere aside on the bad side of people. With your mindset, if you want more stronger people to fight, you need to stop killing the weak and instead letting them grow stronger. she recalled his words. She lowered her hand, ushering her horse past them, sparing their lives on the memory of the man in her past. As she strode past the slums, the districts started to change, becoming more modern. The wealth appearing more and more as she approached the center. There were more people walking in this district. All wore the same expression though, one of fear and admiration. She soon arrived at the gates of the capital. She nodded to the imperial guards standing at attention as they let her in. She swiftly dismounted her horse, walking briskly to meet with the Emperor. She didn't think much of the boy, who was too weak to speak for himself, instead listening to everything the Prime Minister whispered in his ear. She grimaced at the thought of such weak men leading a country, but she didn't care. As long as there would be battles for her to enjoy, she would obey until she grew tired of them. She quickly arrived at the Emperor's throne room, awaiting entrance. A guard was stationed at either side of the door, trembling slightly in the presence of her. One entered, announcing that she had arrived, returning to state that the Emperor would see her now. She walked inside, the room filled with few individuals, only one of whom she slightly respected.

"Emperor Makoto." she greeted as she knelt.

"It is nice to see you again General Esdeath. I am sorry for cutting your hunting trip short, but there is a problem I believe you would enjoy solving." Makoto announced.

"Anything." she replied.

"There is a uprising in the northern tribes. They are rebelling against us, and I wish for you to make an example out of them." Makoto announced.

"It would be my pleasure." she smiled, standing up. "My army will be ready to move out by the end of the day." she announced.

"That is good, if you need anything, please ask, and I will do what I can." Makoto advised.

"Thank you." she thanked. "It is good to see you again, Prime Minister." she lied. "And you Great General Budo." she bowed to the only person in the room she respected.

"If that is all, then I will be on my way." Esdeath replied.

The Emperor nodded, allowing her to leave.

"How was that?" she heard him say to the Prime Minister.

"Splendid, you're becoming better each and every day." the Prime Minister praised.

Esdeath walked away, a show of disgust appearing on her face. She arrived back at the courtyard, her three most faithful subordinates waiting for her. All bowed as she walked towards them.

"Liver, Daidara, Nyau. We're moving out to put down some rebellious northerners. We'll be leaving by tomorrow. I want you to ready my army to move out." Esdeath commanded.

"Of course. Your wish is our command." they bowed, before setting off in their own directions, completing various tasks.

After telling her subordinates what to do, she decided it would be good to relax and rest for the day. She strolled through the market place, looking for anything that would interest her. It was a nice day out, and she wanted to enjoy wandering through the bustling streets. She had been walking in the capital for a while, arriving at a park around sunset. She was about to leave, nothing of interests catching her attention until she heard a whistle pierce through the night sky, followed by the sounds of a fight resounding through the park square, the sounds of metal clashing against metal. Eager to see what was going on,, she walked towards the direction of the sounds.


A couple of hours earlier.

A man was walking down the streets of the Imperial City. Most would take him as a man ripe for the mugging, the act of keeping his eyes closed and his aging face only furthering the opportunity, his size the only thing making people hesitate. He had a well-toned body from years of fighting. He was strolling through the city, simple clothes covering his body as he walked past the crowds with unparalleled ease for someone with his eyes closed. He was walking towards the capital, wanting to meet someone whom he had heard of returning that day, when someone walked into him.

"I'm sorry!" a feminine voice apologized as he could hear her groaning from her collision with the floor.

"It's quite alright." the man laughed as he held his hand out, awaiting for the woman to take it.

As he felt her hand, he pulled her back onto her feet, hearing her dust off her clothes. "I'm sorry about that." she apologized once again. She looked up at the man who had helped her. He stood well above her height, her head barely reaching his shoulders.

"No need, let me get you something to eat for the inconvenience." the man asked.

"It's fine." the woman rejected. The sound of a stomach churning for sustenance broke their exchange. She started to laugh nervously. "Um..."

The man laughed. "Please, It'll be my treat." he asked.

The woman accepted, walking with him as he walked through the city.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"Sheele, what about you?" she asked.

"Mark is the name I go by now." Mark answered.

"I like it." she laughed.

Mark chuckled. "Why don't we eat here?" he asked, gesturing in the direction he could smell food coming from. "The food smells delicious."

"Okay." she agreed.

They ate quickly, making small talk as the got to know each other better. Afterwards, the sun was beginning to set, the lights giving the look like the sky was on fire.

"I had fun today." Sheele thanked.

"Me too." Mark agreed as he sat down on a bench in the middle of a park by a fountain, Sheele sitting beside him.

"I was wondering something." she announced in a small voice.

"Why I don't open my eyes?" Mark guessed.

"Uh-huh."she replied.

"Well, it's a long story. Short version is that I have become disgusted to what this empire has become. I worked all my life until my death to ensure that this empire would prosper, and now look at it. Rotten to its core. I'd rather not see the pain and suffering that has inflicted the people of this once great empire." Mark answered.

"Well, can I see your eyes?" Sheele questioned.

Mark thought floor a moment before answering. "Sure." Mark replied, turning to her, slowly opening his eyes. He started to laugh.

"You remind me of one of my old friends." Mark chuckled.

She stared into his eyes, emerald gems staring at her. She joined him as well.

"What's up?" Mark sighed as he stopped laughing, closing his eyes once more.

"It's just that seeing the green of your eyes reminds me of how I hope the world to look once the empire changes. A vivid color, the color of live nature, the color of a fresh start, a new beginning." Sheele replied.

"Yeah, new beginnings..." Mark said sadly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's just that I feel like I've had to start a new life over and over again, never able to keep the one I wish I could've kept." Mark replied sadly. "I used to have a family, but I outlived them." Mark said solemnly. " I discovered a lone child all alone, living by herself. She was wounded, and couldn't take care of herself. Even if she didn't trust me at first, I took care of her, and soon, I grew to love her as my own child, but she wanted to continue living her life, and even though I had no right to stop her, I couldn't help but feel like I would lose her. I spent more years by myself until I found two little girls to take care of. I felt like a father again, but they were taken from me as well." Mark became saddened, Sheele holding him close in a comforting embrace.

"I'm sorry for your losses." she comforted.

Mark recomposed himself as he sat upright once again. "It's fine, It wasn't your fault. It's getting late, and someone's probably worried about you. Go, I'll be fine here." Mark stated.

"Okay, it was nice meeting you, I hope we meet again someday." she waved goodbye.

Mark got up, walking around the park, enjoying the feeling of the cool night air, before he heard the sounds of people surrounding him.

"Can I help you?" Mark asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, we'll take any money you got or we'll take your life." one of the thugs threatened.

"You're more than welcome to attempt to take it." Mark threatened as he prepared himself, the thugs unknowing if he meant his money or his life. He could hear four footsteps circling him, like prey waiting to pounce.

One thug dashed from behind him, attempting to stab him in the back. Mark sidestepped, grabbing the dagger from his grip. He twirled, slashing at his attacker's throat as he launched the dagger at another, nailing him right between the eyes. One decided it would be a good idea to attack while Mark was killing one of his friends, but didn't see his other friend attacking at the same time. Mark rolled under both their blows, seeing blood gush out of their respective wounds as their swords fell out of their hands, their heads rolling on the ground. Mark was about to walk away, when he heard the sounds of someone shouting at him to stop where he was.

"Halt, what happened here?" a guard asked as he approached him with his pike drawn.

"Couple of muggers tried to attack me, I took care of some, the others took care of themselves." Mark shrugged, waiting for the guard to let him go.

"Wait here." the guard stated warily as he blew a whistle, the sound piercing through the quietness of the afternoon. Soon, two more guards appeared beside him, appearing at his side.

Mark explained to them what had happened here, as they examined the bodies. One got up to approach him.

"We need you to come with us." the guard said, threatening him with his sword.

"What for?" Mark questioned.

"Murder of a royal's son." the guard answered, drawing his sword as he approached Mark.

"He attacked me, I was just defending myself." Mark reasoned.

"Sure..." the guard laughed.

"I can't believe even some of the guardsmen on duty are corrupt as well." Mark sighed.

The guard rushed towards him, Mark tripping him while the other two attacked from behind. One charged at him with a sword, while the other jabbed his pike towards him. Mark rolled under the attacks, coming up besides the pike wielder. He caught the pike in between his forearms, making a chopping motion as he broke the head off of the pike. The guard dropped it, retreating as he drew his sword.

"We're going to have to execute you for attacking us." one threatened.

"Oh really?" a womanly voice off to the side yelled at them. "All I see is a fight between men."

"G-General." the guards bowed. "This perpetrator-" he tried to explain, but was cut off.

"-had killed of a couple of weaklings, and is now humiliating three soldiers of the imperial army, unarmed." she smirked. "Are you not able to handle this single aging man?" she taunted.

"Of course we're able to!" they shouted.

"Good, then let this be a fight to the death. Is that fine, Mister..." she asked.

"Mark is fine." Mark answered. "So it's fine if I kill these men?" he asked.

"Of course, but you'll need your own weapon." she stated.

"Already got one." Mark thanked, as he kicked the broken pike to his left hand, twirling the pole to get used to its weight.

One guard rushed towards him, raising his sword in an overhead strike. Mark turned to the side at the last moment, using the pole to knock the man's helmet off. He then deflected the other two's attacks. The one who Mark had knocked off his helmet charged forward again out of blind rage.

"You'll pay for embarrassing me in front of General Esdeath!" the guard screamed.

Esdeath!? Mark though in his mind as he spun, dodging the wild swing, as he brought down the pole on the guard's skull, shattering it instantly, chunks of his skull flying towards his peers. One outraged over the death of his friend, swung downwards once again. Mark backed into his body, out of the sword's way. The Guard's forearms now rested on Mark's shoulder. In one swift movement, Mark brought his right hand upwards, uppercutting the guard, while pulling the sword down, breaking the guard's arm, to stab the sword into the guard's chest. Mark then wrenched the sword from his dead grasp, spinning to the left, using the pike to deflect the last man's swing as he twirled the sword in his right hand, bringing it down on the last guard's neck. All was quiet as the sound of their bodies hitting the floor. Mark twirled the sword some more to let loose all the grime on the edge.

"Splendid, simply splendid." Esdeath praised. "Tell me, how would you like to join my army?" she asked.

"No thanks." Mark replied as he tossed the weapons to the floor.

"Are you sure, we'll be going to take out some northern tribe rebellions?" she coaxed. "There'll be lots of killing, as well as money in it for you." she goaded.

"I don't need money." Mark replied. "I would like to ask though, where did you grow up at?"

"Northern tribe." she replied with a smile. "Still interested? The offer still stands."

Mark though about the offer. He quickly arrived at the conclusion that it would be the best way to watch over her. "Sure, but only if I am close to you at all times."

Esdeath smirked. "Now why would you want to do that? Do you want to stare at me some more?" she teased. Mark faced her for the first time since her arrival, showing his grime coated face, the most surprising feature being his eyes, which were closed. "How long have your eyes been closed?" she asked, smiling eagerly for the answer.

"The whole time." Mark simply replied with his own smirk. "Lead the way."


Mark followed Esdeath to her army's barracks, where she said that she would meet up with him tomorrow morning. Until then, she said that he could do anything he wanted for the moment. She said that she would be retiring to her quarters as she waved him goodbye. Mark knew that he would never be able to sleep, so instead, he wandered around, the nobility district offering not much to do aside from gawking at the superfluous mansions the greedy bastards were sleeping in. Bought by blood money no doubt. he thought to himself. He passed what he assumed to be a grandiose looking mansion by the amount of movement the wind made on the grounds. He was about to leave, when the movement of light across his face telling him something was moving up above it. He slowly honed his listening in, catching faint whispers on the wind.

"-uch an idiot, Lubbock." he heard a feminine voice state. "Sheele already went down there to take care of one of the targets."

Mark started to listen eagerly to their conversation now.

"Oh come on. Not even a little peek before we kill them?" a young man he assumed was Lubbock whined. Mark heard the sound of something hitting him, a groan of disapproval coming from the young man. "No need to get violent." he whined.

Mark chuckled at their conversation.

He heard another younger voice hush them at once. "I know it's fun and easy for you two to flirt." another feminine voice stated. "But we're on a mission, and I could've sworn I heard someone chuckle. So let's get this done quickly."

"You're one to talk, Leone. Being all serious and stuff now." a man's voice chuckled, slightly muffled though.

"Silence, there is a man down there." a quiet feminine voice cut in between their arguing, quieting them down as he could feel their gaze focused down onto him.

Well, I better be going. Mark thought to himself, before noticing the faint smell of rotting corpses in the air. What the fuck? he thought as he started tracking the source of the stench. He ignored the looks of curiosity as he followed the smell. He walked slowly past trees, the crunch of twigs and leaves below his feet. He stuck his hand out, feeling the trees. He guessed that he was in the woods of a nobleman's land.

"He's probably a poor soul who just happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." the muffled man casually guessed.

"Fine. He's not a target anyway, so we don't need to kill him. Just finish the mission." the girl who had quieted them down commanded once again.

Mark could have sworn he had heard her voice somewhere before, but stopped listening as he approached the source of the vile air. He placed his hand out, feeling a wooden door meeting his palm. He opened his eyes, hearing the sounds of groans coming from inside of the building what seemed to be a storeroom. He picked the lock, opening the door slightly to find the source. What he saw would make any normal person's stomach churn in disgust, corpses littering the storeroom. he looked around, seeing bodies of men and women on various torture devices, bodies hung up on racks as if they were slabs of meat. He saw the form of a young girl strung up with them, her body riddled with tears in the skin, only her muscle showing, as if she was skinned like an animal. Her breast had been ripped off, with her face and place where her womanhood would be charred a sickening black. If he hadn't seen many battlefields, with people he once knew and didn't know litter the ground, his stomach would've thrown up his meal. But they were fighting. They fought for their families, and they died with dignity. Mark grimaced. She did not die protecting someone she loved. She died at the hands of monsters. Mark thought with disgust in his heart. He jumped onto the rack she was suspended above, cutting her down as he gently placed her lifeless body onto the ground. Mark heard fighting outside, but his sorrow for the young girl was more. He undid his cloak from his back, placing it over her body in an act of respect. He heard the sound of a groan come from behind him, turning as a foot crashed through the doorway, a blonde woman walking inside with a grimace.

"This is what they truly are." she announced, as a young man walked into the storeroom.

The young man's face contorted into one of disgust as he saw all the vile things someone had done to these people. He saw Mark in the corner, a body covered by a cloak. He turned to face the person calling his name.

"Tatsumi... is that really you?" a boy asked.

"I-Ieyasu?" the boy named Tatsumi called out.

"That disgusting wretch of a woman-" he insulted, motioning to a young blonde girl outside. "-she tortured Sayo. She didn't give in though. That man saw her, and took her down." the boy smiled. "He seems to be a good man."

Tatsumi held his friend's hand after a blonde older woman, with the teigu he recalled as Lionelle, pried open the bars. She walked over to inspect Mark. She motioned behind him, where the young girl named Sayo laid.

"It's not a pretty sight." Mark advised as he allowed her to pass him.

Mark walked outside, about to leave when he saw two girls outside. One he recognized instantly, the other he didn't. It took all his willpower to not kill the blonde one, while attempting to embrace the raven haired girl. Both looked at him in curiosity. He saw Tatsumi approach the blonde girl, her body shaking in fear, as he approached. He drew his sword, cutting her down where she stood. He didn't stop though. He kept hacking at her, cutting off limbs and mangling her body as he took out his rage on her corpse. Mark was at his side in a flash, pulling him away as he screamed profanities at the corpse.

"It's alright, she can't hurt anyone else anymore." Mark comforted, turning him away from the girl.

Tatsumi took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly as he came to his senses once again. "Thanks." he replied gratefully. "I need to bury my friends. Thank you all for your help."

"What are you talking about? You're coming with us, both of you. Name's Leone by the way." the blonde woman smiled as she grabbed Tatsumi bridal style, much to his discomfort.

"Follow us." the raven haired girl spoke, turning her back to Mark.

They arrived back at where their companions were waiting. He saw all kinds of teigus in their hands, each one a potent weapon.

"Finally you're back. And who are they?" a pink haired girl Mark recalled as Mine by her voice asked.

"One is a new recruit, another is a witness." Leone chirped, tossing Tatsumi into the Incursio clad man's arms.

"Everything okay Akame?" the man asked to the raven haired girl. Everyone could see Mark temporary freeze at hearing her name, all eyes scanning his body for any weapons.

"Yeah, it's fine Bulat." Akame replied, staring inquisitively at Mark, who was shaking. "Hey it's fine, we're not going to kill you." she comforted.

"Great, two more contender for the heart of the beauties." a green haired boy Mark thought was Lubbock laughed, getting glares of disapproval. "Just a joke sheesh."

Mark saw Sheele turn her gaze over to him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh Mark, I'm sorry that you got caught up in all this." she apologized, bowing her head.

"You know each other?" Leone asked.

"Mm-hm, I spent my entire day with him, he was really nice." Sheele giggled.

"He's already hit on Sheele." Lubbock groaned.

"Anyway, we need to get going." Bulat recommended.

"Akame." Mark asked, everyone's head turning to face him since it was the first time he's spoken every since learning who they were. "If I am going to be following you, I want you to tell me where to go." he asked as he closed his eyes.

"Why?" she asked, slightly flustered at his request.

"Oh, he doesn't like to open his eyes in the capital because of how corrupt it is." Sheele stated, Mark nodding.

"Also, I don't want to know where your hideout is." Mark added.

"Seems like a reasonable request." Leone nodded, pushing Akame to Mark.

He knelt down, his back to her.

"Really, a piggyback ride?" Mine sighed.

"It's the easiest way for her to tell me which way to go, while making sure my eyes are closed, considering I don't want me to see." Mark informed.

Everyone turned to head off, Mark waiting for Akame to climb on. "Come on, it's just a piggyback ride." Mark laughed, the truth hidden behind it.

Akame hesitantly climbed onto his back, his arms wrapping around her legs as he stood. She wrapped her left hand over his eyes, her right carrying Murasame. They jumped out into the night, her telling him which way to go. They continued on for what felt like an hour, Akame growing relaxed in his arms. She stopped covering his eyes, trusting him to not peek. As he was following them, he felt a warmth flow through his chest as he felt her nuzzle her face into his back, immediately stopping herself in the act.

"Sorry." she mumbled. "This just all seems familiar."

"Because it is." Mark whispered to himself.

"What was that?"she asked.

"Nothing." Mark replied.

They arrived back at their hide out a few hours before the sun was rising in the air. He dropped off Akame, who had been sleeping on his back. They all walked into the hideout, not noticing Mark was staying behind.

"Hey where are you going? Come on." Bulat gestured for him to follow.

"I'm sorry, but I can't." Mark apologized.

"Why did you come with us then?" Leone asked.

"Well, one: you guys dragged me along, and two: I wanted to spend time with Akame. I wanted to make sure she was happy here." Mark informed. "I need to be somewhere by the morning."

"Well, where?" Mine asked.

Mark was about to speak up, but Sheele beat him to it. "He needs to be at General Esdeath's army's barracks in the morning. I recall her saying that she wanted to see him after I left him." she stated casually.

Everyone looked at him, before drawing their weapons.

"Oh wait..." Sheele remembered.

"We can't let you go." they stated with caution in their voice, except for Akame.

All charged at him. Mark could see Lubbock create a barrier around them so he couldn't get out as Mine shot her Pumpkin at him, grazing his shoulder. Leone and Bulat went on the offensive, attempting too bring him down, but not kill him. Sheele appeared every now and then, slashing at his legs to incapacitate him. Mark did his best to dodge their attacks, not wanting to hurt them, as he saw a quick flash of black and red appear at his side. He felt the blade plunge into his chest, blood spraying across her face as she looked at him with guilt. Mark ceased struggling, dropping to the floor as the rest of the group stopped attacking.

"We weren't trying to kill him." Leone shouted at Akame.

"What did the empire do to you and your sister?" Mark whispered as he wiped the blood from Akame's face. "Where is Kurome?"

Akame became enraged at hearing her sister's name. She withdrew her sword, slashing across his chest, creating a gash. He fell down, blood pooling around him as she walked away, tears in her eyes, as she flicked his blood from her blade. The shouts died down, as he heard them turn away from him.

"You didn't have to do that." Mine scolded lightly. Akame walked past her, wanting to get away from an action that she had done, making her feel guilty.

As they were entering the hideout, Akame turned to look at Mark who laid still on the ground. She grimaced at the sight, turning around to get some rest until she heard him cough lightly. Everyone else was already in the hideout, so she returned to Mark. She approached lightly, wary as to how he could still be alive.

She saw him sit up, staring at her with sad eyes.

"You want to know why when I carried you, it felt familiar?" Mark asked.

Akame's breath hitched as she saw tears in his eyes.

"It seemed familiar because it wasn't the first time we've met. I took care of you and Kurome when you were little, before the Empire bought you from your village. I loved you both, I would do anything to protect both of you." Mark informed. "So I'll ask again, where is Kurome?" Mark voiced, his tone laced with anger.

"S-She's still with the Empire. I tried to bring her along with me, but she wouldn't. She said that they had drugs that she needed to survive." Akame spoke softly, her eyes tearing up.

"Then I'm going to find her and bring her back. No matter what." Mark stated as he stood up. She saw his body heal itself with green flames.

"You're a teigu." she said to herself. "Who's your master?" she asked.

Mark turned from her. "Shikōtei, that is what I was known as before I became a teigu. I serve the person who killed me last. I took my own life to become a teigu, so I might be able to watch over the kingdom I worked and died for." Mark told. "And now, look at it. All my work amounted to the cesspool known as the Empire, my Empire." Akame fell to her knees. "We'll meet again." Mark informed. He raised his left hand, a faint purple glow appearing in it.

"Wait!" Akame shouted. "You said you're a teigu, so that means you've been alive for over a thousand years."

"Correct." Mark replied.

"Then why did you take an interest in me and her?" she asked.

Mark looked down, a rune circle surrounding him. "You both reminded me of people I loved."

Before Akame could ask more about how he felt about her, he vanished in a flash of purple light. Akame cradled herself, silently crying for what felt like hours. Everyone else rushed out, seeing the light, only to find Mark's body missing, with a stunned Akame on the ground.


And that's it for chapter one. I hope everyone enjoys it. I try to make my stories a weekly thing, but I am also thinking of making this one sporadic, updating whenever I finish one, so people never know when to expect it. It will probably depend on the amount of content in each chapter. Anyway, enough of my rabble. Any feedback is appreciated, thanks again for checking out my story.