Disclamer - I do not own Akame ga Kill, I don't even speak Japanese, I speak Chinese.
Paring(s) - To be decided
Word Length - Unknown
Rating - T, blood, gore, some language
Tatsumi lay on the top of a hill kneeling in front of two small gravestones, hands pressed together and in front of his chest. His head was bowed respectively, and he was murmuring something, probably asking for strength or guidance. A large chested woman suddenly hugged him behind unexpectedly, and to his immediate displeasure for he started shouting at her.
Neither the woman nor the man noticed a young girl watching them from within a secluded, super secret, hide-out. Her sad black eyes sharpened with disapproval.
"Tatsumi, this is Sheele." Leone said, gesturing to a slender woman with long purple hair and matching purple eyes. She wore a revealing sleeveless lilac Asian styled dress with detached lilac arm sleeves and white boots. She wore some-what frameless glasses and had a scar on her right cheek, a little before her right eye.
Sheele smiled at Tatsumi, "You haven't decided to join us yet?"
"Not yet."
"Give him some encouragement, Sheele!"
Sheele's posture turned thoughtful, and raising one hand up from her book and the table she was sitting at, she raised one finger and pointed at the ceiling and without looking at Tatsumi said, "Well, now that you know the location of our base," the glass in her glasses suddenly turned white from the glare of the light, and continued almost casually "You'll be killed if you don't join us."
"Your encouragement to join is so encouraging, I could die," came the sarcastic reply from our brown-haired friend.
"You should consider this opportunity very carefully," was Sheele's last words before she turned her attention to the yellow covered book she was previously reading.
100 Ways to Cure Being an Airhead? Tatsumi thought to himself It really is an assembly of wackos!
"Wait just what do you think you're doing Leone?! Inviting him to our base so calmly? I haven't even approved him." A new obnoxious voice called from elsewhere in the room. The newcomer was had very long pink hair tied in twin-tails on the right and left sides of her head complete with big pink eyes and a pink outfit.
"But he's one of us," was the calm steady reply from Leone.
"Again, I haven't even approved him!" She walked up to Tatsumi suspiciously and stared at him for a few seconds before snorting dismissively "Nope! You don't look like you'll be able to keep up with us professional killers, after all, you're far too innocent!"
"Why you!-" Tatsumi raged.
"Ignore Mine, this is how she treats everyone," Leone said rolling her eyes.
Leone lead Tatsumi through a maze of hallways and rooms before reaching the training grounds. She pointed towards a well built man, with defined muscles, and carefully styled black hair in white training pants. The man was twirling a wooden staff around like, well, a boss. His form was near perfect, and the way he moved was the clear definition of power and accuracy. Tatsumi watched in amazement as the training man completed his routine.
"The man who looks like he reeks of sweat, is Bulat."
The man let out a defiant cry and did the finishing routine in his moveset, the stick was swung around his body actually making the air act like wind, blowing everyone's hair and clothes out of harder.
"Oh hey! You must be the kid from the other day," the man said, noticing them there for the first time.
"How do you know who I am?"
"Right, this is the first time you've seen me like this isn't it?" the man pointed to himself, "I'm the man in the armor."
Tatsumi's eyes colored with admiration and recognition. The man extended an arm, "I'm Bulat, nice to meet you," a wink followed shortly.
"He's gay," Leone deadpanned.
"Hey hey hey! He might get the wrong idea!"
He's not even denying it... Tatsumi thought, I'm stuck with a bunch of weirdos..
"It's almost time for Miss Leone's bath! I won't chicken out now!" a sinister voice sounded from beneath the bushes and trees looking into an open hot springs with a pair of binoculars, hoping to get lucky.
"Having fun there Lubbock?" a sweet voice asked calmly, easily twisting the man's arm around his back, breaking a few fingers.
"No, I can still do this!" he defiantly replied, despite the obvious pain.
"Then it's your arm next," was the calm reply, "that aside, this idiot here is Lubbock."
Lubbock was a young man with short green hair and strange red goggles on top of his head. He wore a long green jacket with a fur trimmed hood over a white and red shirt and blue jeans. He wore it with brown shoes.
Tatsumi and Leone walked along the rocky bank of a nearby river, "Umm... let's see here.. who's next.."
"I've had enough," Tatsumi cut in wearily. There was only some much insanity a man could take without going insane!
"But you're about to meet a cute girl next!" Leone protested dragging Tatsumi along.
They reached a somewhat protected area.. and a large.. cake? I'm meeting a cake? Tatsumi thought confused until he say a young girl watching the flames calmly, a sheathed katana at her side. The girl glanced up at her cooking cake and noticed it had reached the golden brown of perfection. She swiftly stood up, katana in hand. Unsheathing the previously resting katana she lived it above her head and from the tips a black orb appeared before shooting black lightning around her. Almost immediately two figures crawled out of the ground. The first was Natala, if Tatsumi remembered correctly, the new one was unknown.
The new thing looked like a cowboy, hat, boots, gloves, and bandana. Fit for any rodeo. Only, instead of rope, she bore gun holsters, and thankfully for the time being those guns were secured in through pouches. Natala frowned at Kurome but took the collapsable spear from his back and gently propped it under the cooked cake. The new person, not the girl, mind you, had a cooling rack all set up and Natala placed the cake onto it. He raised up his fingers to represent the number 10 and cut up the cake into pieces a moment later. Perfectly sized, beautiful, delicious smelling pieces of chocolate cake with chocolate icing and sprinkles. Tatsumi moaned it smelled so good.
"Hey Kurome! What'cha doing?"
"Is it not obvious I made a cake," Kurome monotoned taking a slice, the two adults around her also taking slices for themselves. "You should have a piece as well, Leone."
"Oh thanks!" Leone said eagerly easily swooping in and grabbing a slice of delicious cake.
"You haven't decided to join us then? I can not give you any of this cake,"
"That's fine," Tatsumi said disappointed.
"Kurome, you look dressed up tonight, special occasion? Meeting a boy?" Leone teased looking for conversation or a playful argument.
Three words stopped Leone dead, "Boss is back."
"Yo," a new voice said, raising a olive green mechanical arm skyward.
"Hey boss! You're back! Bring any souvenirs?" Leone requested eagerly, her cake gone.
"Before that.. It seems you went over the given time limit on your assignment Leone, that's not good. You like playing with your kill too much," the newcomer raised her hand towards Leone's vanishing form and the arm shot out of its position, a thin cord connecting the attached part and the part streaming towards Leone.
"Okay okay okay! I'm sorry, so very sorry, just please stop the screeching!" Leone cried in anguish.
The screeching thankfully stopped, "Who is this?" the newcomer asked, the question directed towards Tatsumi.
"Boss, this is the new recruit, or someone that might be joining us, rather." Leone replied, her tone going serious.
"Does he show potential?"
"He does," was the grave reply.
"Kurome! Gather the others, I want to hear more about the mission you went on, as well as more about this young man."
"Understood."
Alright, I think that's a wrap! Tatsumi has met a majority of the members of Night Raid, and I did cake instead of birds. I figured Kurome was a cake person, I still wanted to play into that dangerous "I grew up in the wild" thing, but not have meat.
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Preview -
"There's something you need to know... Tatsumi..."
"What?"
"Your pants are on backward."