Chapter 3
Disclaimer, I do not own Naruto nor Akame ga Kiru
Hello again, I'm going to be working on this secondary story alongside I Fell as a means of inspiration on other such muse ^-^
Warning: May contain OCs, OOCness, AU and other applicable nonsense
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On with the story
Menma strutted through the spotless corridors that was their mindscape. The thing was always changing, apparently the laws of physics didn't really apply when you're in someone else's mind. Weird. But it can get pretty cool when you see the Bijuu suddenly fall to the ceiling because gravity decided to invert itself.
Of course it can get pretty cramped. There's always an argument with the Bijuu, something about tails and grooming or whatever, the others can get weird and Kaguya's prison in the basement.
Speaking about the others, they're a bunch of other clones that Naru had given sentient to, and stayed around the mindscape. It made Menma happy that their creator trusted only her outside. Then again, besides her, all that's left is a lazy ass, a pervert, the stoic, the psycho and a fanatic. She liked to believe that it was because she was preferable company.
She passed through each of their rooms, she really didn't feel like conversing with the other nuts in the nuthouse. And she did not like the sounds coming from the pervert's room. It sounded far too much like moaning for her liking, and she'd rather not know who is making the sound.
There's been nothing to do lately. Naru has been acting depressed ever since Najenda left the Empire, even though she knew that the silver haired girl would be leaving she still moped around like child. She's been having the stoic take care of Kurome's training, poor girl thought that the blonde had lost interest in her, but she was actually just sulking in her bed.
And Kurome, she's been having issues ever since it was revealed that her sister had defected to the Revolutionary Army. Menma wouldn't be surprised if the girl had abandonment issues because of her sis and Naru.
Sighing, the clone summoned herself to the outside world, and was met with the sight of her creator wallowing in her bed, the curtains closed, shutting the light away.
"Hey mistress, wakey wakey," the redhead uttered sweetly, rocking the blonde's shoulder gently.
No response
"Hey now, you're gonna be late for training." Followed with more rigorous shaking
Nothing.
"It's time for breakfast~ I brought ramen~!" Bribery soon followed.
Nope.
Okay this is pissing me off,
"WAKE THE HELL UP!" the clone yelled, flipping the bed over.
Whelp, she was awake, and angry if the bed spontaneously disintegrating was anything to go by.
"Menma!" her voice was distorted, and what the hell was with that red aura!
"Bye," was the only reply before she ran.
"Come back here."
"Noope, ya gotta catch me first."
This was a very, very, very bad idea. Menma was sweating like crazy as she tried to keep as much distance between her and the enraged blonde.
Where the hell is that training ground, she thought in fright. Her plan had been to get Naru out of bed so that she could train Kurome so the girl wouldn't feel abandoned. Two birds with one stone ya know.
It was when she felt the air behind her being shredded by the edge a sword did she think that perhaps she could have gone about her plan a different way.
"A sword, really?!"
"I just want to talk to you."
"With a sword?!"
"Exactly."
Ah there, sanctuary, the door to the training room. Naru wouldn't even think of frightening her student. With renewed vigour the sentient clone rushed forward before launching herself through the double doors, the doors themselves coming off their hinges, and into the open roofed room that was the training grounds.
"Safe!" the clone yelled, before she found a hand lifting her by the back of her neck.
"Got you now."
"M-my lady!" it was the sound of two voices the interrupted them.
The two turned to find Esdeath and Kurome, who had been apparently been training together. The two were frozen in their place and—wait, why were they blushing.
Ah that's right, the redhead only just woke up Naru.
Naru had a sleeping habit.
She had been chasing Menma in the nude.
STAAAAARE!
It was so quiet, and they were still staring.
"You seem to have your hands full," Menma said in failed nonchalance, "I'm just gonna—urk."
She was interrupted by the hand around her neck tightening.
Esdeath had her attention only on the gift given to her by whatever deity is out there. It could only be a reward from the divine for bringing down the Northern Tribes. That was the only explanation she could think of.
Only a divine reward could be this beautiful, the sadist thought to herself, wiping the drool from her mouth.
Kurome was reminded just why the woman before her was known as the Angel of the Empire. Every curve she saw had her heart skipping a beat, and turned her a face a bright crimson.
P-pink, was her only thought, before she finally fainted, blood seeping from her nose with a goofy grin on her face.
The blonde was frozen with her eyes wide in shock, her arm still lifting her idiot clone in the air. Esdeath had taken it upon herself to saving the taller blonde from further shame, as she shed her top, revealing her white bra to the world, and draped it over her shoulders. This seemed to rouse the dazed blonde, as she grasped the clothing and turned away to cover her dignity, despite the fact that her rear end was still visible. Menma had chosen that time to dispel herself back into their mindscape for safety.
"W-wait here." Naru said, embarrassment obvious in her tone, before making a run for her room, leaving a yellow trail in her wake.
"T-they bounce," Esdeath muttered to herself, a blush staining her face.
What a way to start the morning.
Esdeath stared at where the Angel had been. She could still see the vision of paradise she had been given. True she had already seen as much, when the clone from the retreat had disciplined her many a year ago. But it was poorly lit then, and only just then did she see a view of her eventual goal.
To conquer the Angel of the Empire.
Oh she could just see it. It would be just like her punishment from before, only this time, the positions would be switched.
Her beautiful angel will be the one her begging for more.
As she looked at the blonde re-entering the training ground, a blush accentuating the beauty of the woman before her, she knew that her goal will bear fruit the most satisfying reward.
"E-Esdeath," Naru muttered, unnerved by the smile her old student was giving her.
Most satisfying indeed.
Kurome had the most wonderful dream. She had not only defeated Esdeath, one of the strongest in the Empire, but her sister Akame as well and her bravery had been rewarded, as she was proclaimed Empress, after the Emperor was assassinated by her sister.
She ruled with impunity and the lands prospered greatly. Above all else, she took pride in her greatest treasure. Her beloved wife, the person she had always adored, ever since the woman had taken her in and taught her everything she knew.
She was wed to her beloved Naru, whom she gazed down on her from above, as they laid on their bed. Their bed, just the thought of it made her shiver, although not as much as the sight of the beauty before her. Blonde hair and skin damp with sweat, her face glowing endearingly as blue eyes stared at her with nothing short of absolute love and desire.
"My beloved, you kept me waiting," the blonde stated alluringly.
"My apologies, dear wife," Kurome replied, her eyes reflecting her desires, "Let me make it up to you."
She leaned forward, eyes locked, she was so close to her destination, to those red lips she loved so much.
Just a little more, she thought, an inch away from reaching her Naru.
Just before she touched her silky soft destination, she was rudely awakened.
She snapped upright, prepared to murder whoever took her from the most beautiful dream, only to stop when she realised that it was her teacher that had zapped her to consciousness.
"You must have had quite a dream brat," Esdeath commented from the side, "All that giggling and calling to Naru."
"S-shut up you old hag." Was the angered reply.
"O-old, I'm only a few years older than you, you brat!"
Naru stood aside to let them argue, ignoring the smile that Esdeath had sent her, and the things Kurome whispered in her sleep.
For now.
Within their mindscape, the redheaded clone cheered in her successful escape without any serious injuries, aside from the spot where Naru had grabbed her.
"You look proud of yourself," an elegant voice said to her side.
Turning she came face to face with none other than the stoic.
It was a taller woman, bearing pale blue eyes, framed by hair of a light azure, tied in twin braids behind each ear bound together by light blue ribbons. The woman was dressed in a majestic kimono of dark blue, decorated at with white wolves amidst a snowy field. Her arms were covered in light blue armbands and her feet were clad in an ordinary pair of geta.
The far taller woman gave an aura of nobility, her additional height only made her seem as if she was looking down at the redhead clone.
"You bet your ass I am," Menma exclaimed excitedly.
"Still as crude as ever."
"Ah shut up Mito."
The blue clone, Mito, only looked back passively, she was the mature one after all. She merely looked deeply at the redheads eyes for the answers she was looking for.
"What trouble have you caused now?" the blue clone asked, after reading the other girl's far too expressive eyes.
"It wasn't trouble, I was helping!" was the inflamed reply.
"Forgive me if I don't believe you."
"Ah whatever."
"…"
"…"
"So what did you do?"
"I kicked Naru back into gear is what, also got Kurome to pass out when she saw our creator's bod."
"…"
"What? Don't judge."
"…I'm going to my room."
"Yeah… well… I'm going to sleep."
The Mindscape is a weird and boring place to be.
It became instant news when an important member of the Empire was assassinated in the dead of night. Word has been going around about the assassins for hire amidst the Empire. The Empire had scrambled at the assassination, or more the fact that no one had seen it coming.
Naru only needed one look at the corpse to know exactly who did it.
"So Najenda has returned to me," the blonde muttered to herself, a small smile on her face now that she knew the silver haired woman was fine.
It seemed she had taken to the night, much like Naru had a long time ago. It almost filled her with a sense of pride that her old student had unknowingly followed in her footsteps.
Within months the deaths have multiplied, the methods of execution have been increasing, from poison, to blunt force, to sharp edged weaponry and the same wounds that only Pumpkin cause. The group, Night Raid, had been gaining notoriety ever since they had arrived. Najenda had finally been identified as the head, Naru thought it took the Empire far too long to figure that out. Other known members included Akame, which only served to fuel Kurome's hate fire more, Bulat, an old member of the Empire, Mine and Sheele, the last two she had almost no information on.
Rather those were all the Empire knew, while she had seen all of them and had already located their base. All in good fun, after all there was nothing more entertaining than watching her old student create something like Night Raid. It made her glad to have taught the girl, all the lessons of stealth and subterfuge had apparently payed off.
She had trailed after the Night Raid members Akame, Bulat, Mine, Lubbock, Scheele and Leone. This particular mission was one Naru herself had paid for. It was a test, all for watching their skills and because it was amusing. It was also a test for her other investment, the child, Tatsumi, the blonde wished to know how far he has gone.
Standing atop the mansion, her presence completely erased. She watched as the slaughter began, making only subtle judgments on their methods, such as the needless use of murderous intent they blanketed the area with and the rather unprofessional amount of alarm they caused. The amusing way Scheele dealt with her target, the simple yet effective tactics of Bulat, and the skilled and effortless attacks from Akame. Even the razor sharp aim of Mine and the brutal way Leone had crushed a guard's throat with one hand/paw.
She watched in interest as Tatsumi was exposed to the truth of the decadent family he stayed with. And Naru was not disappointed when the child murdered Aria in his rage.
Turns out my investment paid off, she thought to herself before vanishing into thin air.
Down below Leone stopped. She had sensed something, glancing up at the roof, exactly where a tall blonde was moments ago.
What the hell was that?
End of the story
Omake: (Mis)Adventures of Wayward Clones part 2
It was training time.
This specific clone had been in charge of taking care of Najenda's personal training. Right now she was working on both her balance and her endurance. She had the silver haired girl on a handstand while balancing weights on her feet. The clone had taken to using methods for distracting her.
Tickling, that was the first method she had tried, but apparently the girl wasn't ticklish, not one bit. But that wasn't a bad thing. If anything that only expanded the things she could do to her.
With a smirk, the clone lowered herself until she was face to face with Najenda, the lass was positively unnerved by the clone's smirk. Before she could say anything, the clone had taken her second kiss.
Why second? Well, apparently Najenda had snuck into Naru's room once and was very curious. Enough said.
Her surprised face turned into that of elation as the clone grasped at her, in a manner she had always wished her lady would. In a sense it was still her, this was the reason she was content to enjoy the sensations.
The clone savoured the gasp of surprise and enjoyment, as she kissed Najenda on her lips. Reading it as that, it would sound rather tame, but the lips she kissed was different from the one before.
Such an adorable shade of pink, the clone thought to herself. Simply pleased at the increasingly erratic breathing and sounds coming from the silver haired beauty. One last push from the clone had sent Najenda crashing down, as well as falling from her handstand. The clone caught the weight before it could fall in the heavily breathing girl.
"Very good," the clone said, smirking all the while, "But you didn't last the whole hour, so we'll have to go again."
The silver haired girl could only nod in reply, far too dazed to make proper words.
The clone smirked, today would be a fun day.
Naru should have known better than to trust a clone
End of Omake
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