A heavy rain hit all of their heads as they stood there, tears getting mixed with the water. The was all saluting, trying to hold back sobs but failing as loud sadness escaped all their throats. In front of the ground laid a yellow coffin with closed lid, ready to go down. Tatusmi was hugging Mine, rubbing her back gently as she sobbed the loudest. Akame looked down, her freshly wet, jet black hair covering her eyes. Unable to tell if it was tears or water on her cheek as her shoulders didn't move in a sobbing style. Lubba, nowhere to be found, was in a tree overlooking the funeral.

Tears streamed down his dirty cheeks as memories flashed in his mind. He knew Leone since they was both young, and always saw her as a best friend. He remembers when they were about 7, and they worked together for some food. Lubba, always being the silent type, would wait until Leone had distracted a bakery owner. When he wasn't looking, Lubba would sneak in the shop and grab a loaf of bread. Then, using 3 fingers, signal to Leone that the mission was complete. She would run off, surprising the owner and causing him to watch, giving Lubba an escape. They would then meet in a nearby ally and split the bread 50/50, smiling at each other from success as they enjoyed their freshly obtained meal.

Sitting in the tree, he watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. The rest of Night raid, fully saluting but still sobbing, echoing into Lubba's ears as he placed his head firmly into his hands. Sobbing uncontrollably from the loss of the only person he saw as a family member. A sharp pain started stinging his heart. He grabbed his chest as his head slammed hard against the trunk of the tree, causing a loud bang to he sounded. He didn't know this feeling.

The feeling of a thousand needles stabbing his heart as the beat slowed. His vision darkened as he felt mental shackles clasp onto his ankles. He felt the pain increase as he tried to climb down. He felt…alone, trapped, abandoned. He felt guilty for the tragedy that had befallen Leone, that he could have done something. This pain worsened as he went to join the group, the shackles gaining weight with every step he took. His cage growing more visible as he watched what was left of his heart be ripped from inside his chest, and shattering into millions of pieces as he is forced to watch.

He joined the rest of the of the assassin's and laid one last flower upon her grave, waving goodbye one last time to his fallen comrade, and sleeping family member. He will never forget the long blonde hair that always flowed in the wind. The beautiful body that started off as a little girl with short blonde hair; Causing all the guys to call her cute. Growing up and becoming a young beautiful woman. Breasts that any man would love to squeeze; A firm ass that beckoned others. Yellow eyes that led to a beautiful loving heart, and a soul so sweet, not even the sweetest candy could compare to. He knew she was in a better place, but couldn't help but miss his sister, Leone.

Later, at the hide out, Lubba was staying in his room and refused to come down for dinner. Akame, Mine, and Tatsumi tried to get him out, but only heard echoes of loud sobbing and moaning from his room. They couldn't get within 5 feet of his room without getting a sudden weight upon their shoulders and urges to kill themselves. If they attempted to get closer, they felt as if their heart was under pressure and starting to crack. Their bones on the verge of shattering. They would just turn back, hanging their hand in failure.

One day, Akame went to go check but didn't feel anything. Her bones didn't hurt, and she wanted to live. Her heart beat normal, but rising fast as she realized this. She moved quickly to his room, forcing the door open to expose a completely pitch black room. Waiting for her eyes to adjust, she saw what looked like a floating body. Moving closer, she let a scream out that echoed throughout the whole building, causing the rest of the members to run and see the sight.

Hanging over a pile of blood, was Lubba. Blood poured off both of his hands onto the ground, leaving a wound in his neck where his strings were holding him up. The strings digging deep into this neck causing a red circle to form from blood and irritated skin. He wasn't dead for more than 2 hours, but all the members were shocked.