Ahoy everyone! Sorry i have't been updating as regularly ahahha been busy...

THATS NOT AN EXCUSE!

I'm sorry please...nooooooooooooooo!

YOU MUST DIE A PAINFUL DEATH!

So now yeah...I'm only half human cause the other half was brutally destroyed. Yes I apologise for the lack of content but yeah as I said I'm really busy at the moment hahaa. But there will be at least two updates per week for both of my stories, and who knows? maybe we'll have another fan-fic coming up... anyways this chapter is gonna be major fluff/emotional shit and we have a little time skip at the start. Thanks to my beta reader Timbriny he's a beast, and as always reviews and pm's appreciated! enjoy x

Tatsumi could feel the depression, the miserable feel in the whispering breezing. It flowed through the air, running through his mane, skimming every follicle it passed with a gentle push. Of course as he was alone tonight, there was nothing better to do but meditate and reflect. Every moment of his life was fit into a small window of three minutes. every tragedy, every nostalgic memory, every fight he had ever had the misfortune in participating in. His beautiful raven-haired partner had left him, going on a solo scouting mission near the slums. "Wait no, that can't be right. This whole city is a slums." His impatience had really began to sink into his personality, and the more he thought about the conquest, the more he wanted to go home. "How long has it been? Oh thats right."

It had been three excruciating months. Three full months of deadly assassination contracts, risky framing jobs, rampant rioting and spying, and the Night Raid was no closer to their goal then they were when the two entered the corrupted wreck of a city. Well, that was what Tatsumi thought anyways, staring down into the dark abyss of black shadow, shrouded in darkness above the bustling city atmosphere. Green eyes glinted, reflecting a little sliver of moonlight off of the deep orbs. "What good is us killing a list of endless targets? When will that coward show himself to us?" the hero clenched his fists tight, gritting his teeth as he did. Everyday the young man went through traumatic experiences. He saw people starving, suffering in the streets, begging for food or being mercilessly attack and mugged. He also still felt the weight of his fallen comrades still bearing him down constantly. It still hurt his heart terribly just to think about one of his passed friends. Tatsumi closed his eyes, resisting the sorrow and compressing his hidden emotions, the ones that threatened to break loose every time he would talk to someone. the built up tension in his traps that spread down to his shoulders really too a toll on him, and the back pains he had were almost unbearable. He took a deep breath and sighed out, dangling his exhausted legs over the ledge of the water tower he lazily spread himself over.

Tatsumi dreamed of the capital, his home, were he belonged. It wasn't much of a home now, due to all his family being killed, but he still had the Boss and Akame, which he was grateful for every second of his life. "Must be spring right now down there..." he nonchalantly commented into the wind. He could feel the wintry breeze tickle his little places of exposed flesh lightly, skimming the unprotected skin. The thought of little butterflies dancing around in the warm air, as the sun just warmed the skies and surroundings. The towering canopy of luscious deep green trees that offered cool patches shade, and the amber to brown coloured leaves that littered forest floor, giving an almost carpet texture with the look of an art masterpiece. Different species of birds chirping and swooping through the branches, chasing each other fast in miniature games of tag while flowers and grass swayed from side to side in time with the wind, all resting at the ground in a massive grove of wild plants and vibrant multicoloured fauna. In the horizon a glistening blue lakereflected the sun rays off with little currents of wave. Just the idea of Spring-time Capital made him long for the place. He would so trade this frozen, tormented waste-land for that perfect scenery.

This mission, or rather massive assassination contract had transpired into a worse series of horrific events since the capital liberation. It was just killing and killing, similar to the other, and by now Tatsumi thought he'd be at least used to it, but the truth was he wasn't, definitely. He was paranoid about the voices which he had never heard. He could remember clearly what Zank had said that fateful day. "Can you hear the voices Akame? Of those that you killed? Dragging you down to hell to meet them, to join them." (That may or maybe correct, close enough though) those burning words haunted him. He felt like they had been scorched, burnt into his skin in red hot fiery malice. Of course at the start of his career he never thought that something that absurd was possible, but now... The young man shook his head, trying to force his wondering mind into clearness. "What is taking her so long?" the assassin wondered out loud, fidgeting with his fingers, cleaning the little gross bits of dirt out of his nails. He looked down to hi sword beside his sitting form and drowsily flicked the piece of metal over.

"Weapons are inanimate tools, and tools are for fixing... by the hand of a living being. Destruction is inevitable to achieve true peace, but what would happen if there wasn't any? Without peace their cannot be destruciton, and without destruction, their cannot be peace. So are inanimate tools really necessary for repairing things now?"

Tatsumi's naturally curious mind suddenly flew to another thought. The faded image of tattered, inked parchment eerily glistened in his head. "Akame's Letter." That piece of paper had been a crucial fuel for his determination, his ego, his confidence level. It actually led him to believe he was somebody, in a world where the somebodies fought for the nobodies. It warmed his heat when he first read that, and the hero had forced himself to memorise every word written on the little essay.

Tatsumi.

One of my best, closest friends and the fiercest fighter I know. His determination and faith in hope drives all of us to do our best. He's a resourceful, quick-thinking strategist who is always aware of his surroundings and takes many battle factors into account when he formulates an attack plan, His speed, strength and prowess in a fight makes him a formidable opponent, whether it be hand to hand, blade or spear, he is very capable of incapacitating a large group of hostiles in a matter of seconds, and lastly: He is a kind, caring friend who no mater what, is always there for us whenever we need it. this man isn't fit for an assassin, although he may have the skill set, his life may be wasted for he deserves much more than us.

Both he and his partner would have been red-faced and flustered, cowering in embarrassment if that piece of writing were made public, but on the inside he felt only gratitude and thankfulness whenever he would remember those words. Her blank personality, followed closely by her monotone voice and accompanied by a cold-heat piercing stare were only a disguise for the actual tender, caring person on the inside who loved every one of her friends and cried just like her comrades in times of hardship and woe. He knew that at first his hatred towards Akame was only out of immediate harsh feelings, but as they grew closer he could only consider her as a friend, and as of late much more than that.

The luminescent moon continued to bore down on the tired young man. "Akame..." Tatsumi never removed his dreamy gaze from the cloudless sky. His Akame, the one he cared about the most...was not here with him. "She would love this beautiful view." The sight reminded him of her flowing, raven hair that would clutter and fall down her shoulders. Her breathtakingly beautiful crimson eyes that pierced his own gaze were absolutely amazing, in any light that dare shone over it. Tatsumi smirked at the thought of her. His pubescent, teenage mind lingered over her for another second, before it started exploring the 'other' parts of her physique. Slender shoulders, down to her perfectly shaped breasts, to her curvy, yet slim waist, south again to her round backside. Of course he couldn't help himself. It had been at least two weeks since their last... ehem dalliance, and Tatsumi missed her body that much more everyday. He would glumly pout over the wish of wanting to touch her soft creamy skin, make her feel good everywhere, but as of late his advances had been...failures. She would push him quickly off or avert her distant stare, or run hastily off to do something else when he would even bring up the idea of them being close to one another. How he longed to be with her...but she would always, always focus on her mission. Thats the one thing that angered the teen more than anything about her. Always so serious. He reminisced there first time, or rather her first time.

The arousing memory caused a wave of sudden emotion to rip through his body, and a stirring feeling in his stomach. He felt a slight tingly, active sensation unravel in his lower regions, but gave no attention to the involuntary reaction , choosing to let his raising tent be, rather then do something about it. "She said she loved me, and I said it back... did I even mean it?" that one question was well...in question. He asked himself that everyday, when he woke up, to when he slept again. Sleeping next to a sexy, adorable girl was nearly impossible, yet Tatsumi struggled through. He wondered if she would ever say those words again. "Does she even mean it...lately it seems unlikely." Tatsumi lay his head down on the cold metal of the tank contently. Her reluctant self and weird attitude left him a very un-satisifed, stricken man. "huhhhhhh, I guess thats her marvelous personality though." The assassin sighed out, wrapping his arms behind his head, returning his mind back to her alluring body. "Now that I think about, she has rather nice thighs as well..."

"Who has nice thighs?"

the sudden unexpected intrusion tore him from his perverted thoughts, dragging him violently back into reality. With widened, surprised green eyes he turned around slowly to face the voice, red-faced. His blush could heat up a frosty cold coffee instantaneously, turning the beverage to a serious boiling point.

His whole expression faded away instantly when he saw the sadistic figure who calmly stood behind him, smiling with his hands behind his bad, and his hood low. Of course, the man wore his signature creepy smile, but this time he donned no armour, and form a brief inspection, seemed to be un-armed. The possibility of a concealed weapon was uncertain though. Tatsumi's consonance shifted into one of dead seriousness and ferocity. He lifted his head to show his murderous gaze, eyes brimming with raging fire. He reached for the short blade, but didn't even inch his fingers close enough to grasp the hilt. Before he could even comprehend what had happened the figure had placed his hand on his shoulder, forcing his confused form down back into his seated position. He then proceeded to steal the sword, holding it in his left and placing his own form down next to Tatsumi with a lazy sigh. "Don't move, or I'll kill you now," The hooded man warned, turning to face the black horizon. "Wouldn't think about it," Tatsumi sarcastically replied, a hint of intimidation snuck into his voice. "His speed is unbelievable...How?"

"Your scared, very scared. Just by the tone of your voice I can what your thinking, what your feeling. "

"Of course not."

"Then you should be."

The two killers sat at the ledge of the water tower, feet dangling over the edge, both pairs of eyes focused onto the horizon. The tense atmosphere in the air, and the idea of being killed brutally at anytime hit Tatsumi with such force that it pained him to start a conversation, however the two didn't talk for another five silent minutes, only sitting at the edge and enjoying the scenery awkwardly. There were no sudden outbursts of violence or fighting, only a strangely calm ambience, which of course , kept Tatsumi alert at all times. His stance clearly showed off his uneasy state, and the sweat that beaded at his forehead back up that assumption. finally, Tatsumi willed the strength to speak up.

"Who are you. What do you want with me?"

"Oh all I want is to massacre you and what remains of your 'Night Raid' in the most painful, torturous way, but unfortunately my contract has been stupidly prolonged for the time being, so I think I'll just enjoy playing with your consciousness for a bit. Right now you are so helpless, but as I said, It's not the time."

"What will you do If I take action? I can kill you right here."

"Can you my dear Tatsumi? Please, don't insult me. I can Kill you right now, or at anytime in your pathetic existence, but I've been so kind as to grant you a few more days. However, do you see me wearing armour or with any weapons? No. I'm not going to end you...yet. There's no point in running either, I will find you, and I will kill you."

those few words hung in Tatsumi's mind like a mantra. As of now, he was used to the fact that their was a high-class murderer next to him, but he did not flinch or cower in defeat. Trying to spell fear on one's body was easy, but inflicting pain or carrying out an action, was difficult, most of the time. His words again repeated in his head slower this time. It made him shiver with emotion, all through his body, up and down his limbs. "funny how someones few words can have that kind of affect on you." Suddenly, her words came into his head. "Why now?"... "I love you..." The hero shook his head, dissipating the thought of Akame and turned to his side to face the hooded man, his gaze still fixated on the distance.

"Why would I run? I'll just have to destroy you."

"You can try my friend."

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember?"

"Obviously not."

"Then you can guess."

"Sounds like a game."

"Everything is a game my friend."

The word friend. How this man used it was more like a fowl insult rather than a friendly gesture.

"Why didn't you kill me at the frozen lake? I know you were capable, but you suppressed your power and retreated. Why?"

"I could have. But it wasn't the time. Battle is all about strategy and the right move. You of all people should know that huh? You disappoint and insult me with your stupidity. As of now, I have you in Check, do I not?"

"For a bad guy, your kind of a dick."

"Aren't all bad guys dicks? There are just ones who are more powerful than others."

"thats true, but your a colossal dick and egotistic."

"I agree."

"When does your contract require me to die?"

"You have one week to do what you were supposed to in three months. your procrastination is incredibly admirable."

"How do-"

"Know? I know everything."

"Yep you are definitely a dick."

The two fell into another awkward silence, not uttering anymore words for a few eternity-like minutes, only returning their crucial concentration to the glistening moon that was currently moving away from their little space in the word, floating off and abandoning the sad city.

"So you don't remember after all."

"Can I get a clue?"

"Ayora" (Ay-your-a)

"What?"

"Ayora"

"Ayroa?"

"thats your clue baka."

Tatsumi could almost hear the emotion pouring from his cunning voice. "Ayora..." He pondered over that name for a few moments, reaching into his mind, siting through the many memories he cared to hold on to.

"Who's Ayora?"

"Thats for you to find out."

"Your an ass."

"I know."

"Whats your Imperial Arms?"

"You really want to know?"

"Are you using it right now?"

"Yep."

"What is it."

" Mine is the most dangerous there is...Even Incursio cannot stand against it."

" That wasn't the answer I was looking for."

"My Imperial Arms has long term effects. It messes with emotions, nightmares, illusions, anything to do with your psychology. I can make your worst dreams reality. It will amplify every thought, feeling, sensation you feel and break you from the inside out. Destroy your receptors and cave your nerve centres in. I will torture you, play with your head until you finally die from intense pain. There is no counter to it's trump card. If you even survive to see that then I promise you eternal damnation and horrendous suffering. Unfortunately, my affects wear off after a time, so I only have a small window to finish you off. Two hours of infliction is the maximum."

the hooded figures weak smile shone through the shadow that shrouded his facial features as he slowly rose to his feet. Looking down to Tatsumi's form he nodded and moved back, falling back into the darkness, merging into one. "His Imperial Arms... Is legendary...How does he posses such power?"

"Why were you being so... negotiable...or rather un-hostile?" Tatsumi questioned furiously, turning around and to face the shadow, expecting a quick answer, but none came instantly. "You're...different to others I've opposed, you're strangely, kinder, wait no not kinder more like easy going, and weird. I-I know you." Only a croaking, evil laugh was his reply, not until the man solemnly spoke again. His tone was ice-cold, similar to the weather they were experiencing.

"Demons from the past generally are horrific and relentless, but of course I am not any normal hell-spawn. Make no mistake; I will eradicate you and your kind, slowly, painfully, and enjoy every single sweet second of it. So for your own sake, do not hesitate when you face me. Fight as hard as you can and prolong your struggle. As for your answer: I am different, or demented towards you because not only do you amuse me, but we once knew each other, a long time ago... and that...will always make things between us different Tatsumi. "

With that final speech the voice disappeared into the night, leaving a very disturbed and confused Tatsumi still seated above the world below, over the water tank. The Sun was now slowly rising, replacing the cold Moon with a warmer gaze. It's early rays spread light and hotter temperature all over the city. "I'll find you, and I'll kill you." those words echoed through his head for the while he sat there.

"No...I'll be the one to end you."

then he heard one whisper in his head that ended all thoughts he had.

"Only one will survive between us. Can your really defeat me Tatsumi?"

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Tatsumi slowly inched the door open, trying to silence the loud creek of the old wooden piece. "Is she sleeping?" He slipped one foot through the entrance gingerly, right on his tipi toe, ready to make a dash for the bedroom when he heard her melodic, yet monotone voice. "Come in Tatsumi." the hero sighed and entered quickly to see a seated Akame enthusiastically gnawing a bone and absolutely destroying a bread stick from top to bottom, swallowing the remaining food on her plate whole. "Her passion for food beats mine for training." He thought warily as he reached for the fridge. the last few hours still haunted him, but he suppressed his mind for the time being, focusing on trying to locate something to eat, for his stomach had completely betrayed his body and yelled out to him. Feeling his yearning organ retaliate again, Tatsumi opened the ice box and reached for the milk, drinking all of the liquid substance in one gulp.

Akame eyed him the whole time, watching him chug the white fluid, gazing at the little trickled that escaped his lips, slowly dripping down his chin, beading at his jaw line. "He-He so...no I can't. We have to focus on work, on eliminating targets. That's our job. It's been so long since we've even kissed though...no that doesn't mater!" Of course she felt bad, but it was for the best, for both of them to get out of this hell-hole quicker. "It won't change anything though... so why not? I-I miss him...yet I'm close to him everyday..." placing her plate into the filled basin she silently paced over to the couch, collapsing down onto the furniture with a soft thud and burying her head into the linen-covered cushions. "so soft..." She then proceeded to throw Murasame onto the couch adjacent to her.

The room was dim, but she could just make out his figure in the dark, contently leaning against the counter and looking at his shoes. "Whats wrong with me?" A sudden ripple of emotion sped through her body, sending chills of guilt and sadness through. "I'm sorry Tatsumi..." She whispered to herself, trying to avoid his hearing. the truth was that everyday, she regretted not being close to him, every minute, every second. Akame would think of him everyday, his touch, his smell. It drove her that much more insane every time. Staying true to her mission was what a reliable assassin was supposed to do, and her will to succeed pushed her, but at the same time it crumbled down whenever she would see his face. Akame honestly was a wreck, torn between Tatsumi, and putting all her concentration into the mission. Tatsumi watched her face contort into a consonance of sadness and regret, deep int thought. "I wonder If she's okay? Should I go check, or will she push me off agakame'sain?" the question was imprinted in his thoughts as he struggled to deduce the right answer. eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space. Tatsumi was at her side, holding her hand and staring right into her crimson orbs. the saddened girl gulped, tryign to avert her eyes, only to have her chin cupped by his strong hand. "Whats wrong?" Tatsumi asked concerned, his cute brow furrowed and expression sincere. "N-Nothing. I'm fine." Akame tried to hide her face, wiping her already red eyes and looking back at him with a serious expression. "It's alright, really. I'm fine." As soon as she finished her brisk sentence, her hero wrapped her in a tight embrace, hugging her close to his beating chest. Half of her immobilised body was still spread on the couch, but her whole torso was intwined with his. Her whole world had just crashed down, and in that moment it was only her and Tatsumi. Tears flooded form her eyes as her suppressed feelings finally caved in on her, exploding deep inside. the little drops fell from her face onto Tatsumi's sweater, wetting the fabric as they continued to pour.

"You can tell me anything..."

"I know...Tatsumi...I-I'm sorry."

"For what? you have no-"

" I have everything to be sorry for. Tatsumi I-I haven't been... I've been very...distant and...cold towards you as of late... because I believed th-"

"shhhhhh. don't worry about it." Tatsumi put a single finger to her wet lips, silencing her from any further speaking. The tender, caring look he gave her told Akame everything.

"I know Akame... I know.

"Tatsumi..."

the two assassins stayed like that for a time until Akame finally fell asleep in his comforting arms. Tatsumi, noticed quickly and carried her bridal-style to the bedroom, laying her down gently onto the cold sheets and tucking her under a white blanket. "Sweet dreams...I-I love you." with that last comment he kissed her forehead and left, glancing over his shoulder to see a weak smile in her sleep. "I said it again huh? Maybe it s true..." His heart, no his whole body was warmed with tenderness and love. Sadness and sorrow was out of the question, only feeling happiness, joy and love. The feeling was intense, like none other than before. It was a pure emotion that he hadn't felt in a very long time, not since all the members of Night Raid were together. Proceeding to the kitchen he made a pot of tea. As he moved his stupid hand over the flame, a sharp searing pain scraped itself over his flesh, igniting his nerves. At first it was a little singe, like a tiny sting, then it increased until it was absolutely unbearable, like a thousand knives had embedded themselves into his flesh on that small point. Tatsumi bit his shoulder as to not let out an un-manly scream, but it was hard. His watery eyes kept blinking as he ran the wound under icy cold water, suddenly feeling another kind of burn. The frosty liquid seared his skin, like an acid substance had corroded his flesh. "What the hell is happening?" Tatsumi questioned, extremely alarmed, wrapping his hand into a towel, feeling the pain relieve itself and disappear instantly. "What was that?" He pondered, removing himself from the kitchen. He paced over to the outside door, opening it and slipping out.

Tatsumi leaned against the railing atop the balcony, staring into the rising sun. It was just about time for it's shift, and the massive orange sphere awoke lazily to shine over the city. "I was up all night?" the hero questioned himself, sipping at his tea. Most of the farmers in the area were just getting up now, and some produce merchants would open shortly. "The start of a new day." The thought of that hooded figure came back into his head, haunting him with his words. "I'll kill you." He cringed at the thought of his death. Emotion collided with his body, shaking him, causing him to involuntarily shiver. Now more than ever did he feel strange, like his confidence had disappeared. "Can I really kill this man?" The feeling that Tatsumi had around him was different, like no other adversary before him. "It will be me, against him, only one can live." a single tear escaped from his shut eyelid. His determination, confidence, persistence had all washed away suddenly. "I'm not ready to die..." He admitted quietly to the uncaring, corrupted world with a slight croak. "Whats happening to me?" His body couldn't take that thought. All the memories he had lived through, all the fights and all the people he met along the way all came flooding back to him in his moment of despair. "Not yet..." sorrow was all he felt, that and emptiness. The last few months had been hard, riddled with depression, anxiety and guilt, but no day compared to what he was experiencing. He would push past those emotions little by little, but now...there was no way to describe the infinite grief he felt. Mind games. He knew that games that that man played yet why as he so affected? It led him to doubt his own abilities, to weep at his weakness. To question his own strength, and everything about him. "I'm never like this...w-what is happening." Panic and anxiety set in, destroying him form the inside. "Please..." He pleaded, hands clasped together. For the first time in his life, he felt truly scared, truly alone. for once, he was scared of dying.

"Tatsumi?"

Everything stopped in his body. every emotion he was feeling came to a halt, replaced by a blank mind. "Akame." The beautiful black-haired woman was wrapped in her blank trench cloak that lazily hung form her slender shoulders. Her red gaze met his, eyeing him concerned. "A-Are you okay Tatsumi?" Her body inched closer, but she hesitated to touch him, pulling her hand back slightly when she neared. His sudden sigh and saddened look gave her the obvious answer. "No" was all he said before collapsing into a deep unconscious trance, green orbs not daring to open again.

"Is this his power?" was the last question he could muster the will to think about.

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Tatsumi awoke to the most gorgeous, heavenly sight in the cruel world. His dizzy head rested upon Akame's thighs, the rest of his physique lying sideways. the exuding Sun shone over the couple, warming both bodies slowly. Akame looked down over him, running her hands through his hair, skimming his scalp. "Tatsumi..." the said assassin looked back at her tired face. "Tatsumi..." she spoke again. "the reason why I-I was...being weird, was w-well because." She cutely stuttered before sighing one last time, controlling her emotions and getting her sentencing right. "Because I thought that our mission was more important, but now I s-"

"Yeah I know Akame. I can always tell what your thinking. Really...It's alright."

"Sorry...I love you."

"I love you too."

A silence passed slowly, just waiting for one of the two start talking. "what happened to you just then? You passed out for a few minutes." Akame's confusion as just as bad as his. Tatsumi sighed before removing himself form her, sitting up and returning to the railing. "What time is it Akame?" The raven-haired girl looked at him with a curious expression. "It's around six thirty, why?" Tatsumi gave another relieved sigh before turning to face her. "His imperial arms has worn off." He muttered quietly.

"What? What are you talking about Tatsumi?"

"I ran into that hooded man while I was alone, and apparently we were...once acquainted. He's extremely dangerous and capable."

"Oh god are you alright? What did he do. Wait...did you fight? He should have been eliminated."

"No there was no fight he kinda came and sat down next to me and we discussed. I couldn't attack his speed and ability was too...good. Also his strength is incredible."

"What kind of acquaintance?"

"I dunno Akame. I can't remember him."

"did you see his face?"

"No I didn't."

"What Teigu does he have?"

"I don't know the name, but his Teigu can manipulate emotions, make nightmares a reality and control illusions. He said that his ability can...kill me from the inside out, drive us insane and make me feel extreme pain. His abilities have a limit to how long they affect a victim, so his maximum is two hours before it wears off."

"That... is unfamiliar to me. Wait, did you say me?"

"Yeah, I did."

"He's after you?"

"Me then you I'm pretty sure."

"So he just came and sat down next to you, and then you guys just talked?"

"Ummm yeah..."

"Interesting..."

Akame tapped her index finger to her cherry lips, pondering over the thought. "That would explain why you were feeling weird, I think he used it on you already...So you know his power." Tatsumi thought about the name. "Ayora." He bit his tongue as he tried to say it out, making a split-second decision to keep the name a secret. the two assassin were deep in thought before Tatsumi remembered another point.

"Apparently his trump card is unbeatable. It will inflict eternal suffering and hurt."

"Nothing is unbeatable, I'll find his weakness."

"Akame theres one more thing."

"What is it.?"

"He has...a contract on me. Which not only means he's a paid assassin, but someone wants me dead. I have seven days to live, and if he's correct, only one of us will be standing by the end of our battle. This could mean..t-that...this is my last week on Earth. I'm sorry."

That sentence stopped her breathing. Akame's mouth hung wide open, and clear tears began to roll down her miserable face from her even redder eyes. The emotions she felt before came flooding right back into her, filling her body with sorrow and already... desolate loneliness. "Tatsumi..." she croaked out in a hushed tone, clasping her hands to ehr mouth. Tatsumi was also tearful, but inside all his emotion had already been wasted. "I'm so sor-" Akame had tackled Tatsumi into a massive bearhug, suffocating him. She could hear his wheezing, but that didn't matter. Akame suddenly forced his grief-stricken body back, wrapping her arms around his strong neck and forcing her lips onto his mouth, kissing him as hard as she possibly could, channeling all her remaining love and compassion into that one tender lip lock. too much emotion had been built up in her body, and now she had unleashed all of it int the one she really loved. Tatsumi finally recovered from his sudden shock and returned her gracious kiss, wrapping his hands around her waist. Akame, letting go looked into his opening eyes with her own dim crimson orbs. "T-Tatsumi...you can't leave me. Not alone, not again. Y-You have to win!" she screamed out, pulling him closer again and holding him tight, her head embedded in the crook of his neck. she could just hear his elevated heartbeat, rapidly moving in his chest. Tatsumi, a little surprised at her reaction smiled into her hair. All his worries and problems seemed to fade away, and now he only felt actual astonishing happiness wrapped in her arms.

"I'll win Akame. I made a promise. So I'll always win for you."

"Maybe I've finally found what I'm fighting for...maybe this life is worth living if it's for her, huh Akame?"

Well then... that was cute. Sorry for the late upload I've been travelling so yeah. Everyone enjoying holidays? I am! Also did everyone see the taken reference? hehehehhe. So things are nearly back to normal with my schedule... thx for reading reviews and stuff are appreciated, I think we tried to focus more on the emotional part in this chapter.

by by xxx Thanatos