This took me longer than I would've guessed but it's done. Over 6k was a bit of a shock to be since I never know I could write that much in a chapter. I think it's worth the wait. I hope y'all do too. Now enjoy the chapter. Remember to, if you want, tell me what you thought of the chapter by leaving a review

-I don't own Akame ga Kill-

The stars were fully out. The moon glowed in the black background of the night. When Sumaka had darted back to the base, he wasted no time, and he gone to the hot spring to cool down, relax, and think about what had happened that night. His head was tilted back and his arms laid on the edge of the hot spring walls. "Damn, this feels relaxing," he told the deaf air around him.

The feeling of the warm, soothing hot spring water that has sticked to his skin the moment he entered the bath. The day he had endured was closing to an end and he was real happy about that. As he relaxed his body, he thought to himself, 'That fight...damn, it was tougher than I thought. My body's already starting to feel the recoil from me over using Kawayubin against Zank.'

"I'm not surprised. You always were the weaker part, bitch."

Suddenly, Sumaka's eyes started to lose their sight. For a split moment, everything was as dark as obsidian…then Sumaka's clothes suddenly appeared on his body as he than fell through dark gray rain clouds.

"NOT AGAIN!"

Sumaka yelled as he came crashing down to the ground that was covered in a layer of liquid that almost went up to his knees. Sumaka picked himself up off the ground and saw that his hands were covered in blood.

"What's up, little-shit."

"Bekko," Sumaka said with anger, not daring to turn to face his demonic personality.

"Nice to see you to, little-shit."

Sumaka calms himself before turning to look the monster in the face. Bekko was wearing the same clothes as Sumaka, but the coloration of the clothes were reversed. Bekko was crucified on a wooden cross.

Large nails were stabbed through the palm of his hand, through his wrist, and through his elbow on both arms. Nails was stabbed into both of his shoulders. His legs were crossed with two large nails pinning his feet to the wooden cross.

Chains wrapped around Bekko's arms and legs with the chains ending by overlapping around his chest, making an X shape, or, that was how it was supposed to be. One of the two chains were broken.

"So...how have you been, shit?"

"Why would I answer your questions?! You're smart enough to know how its been, Bekko."

"Really, bitch!? You shouldn't talk to your old allie like that. Not after all the good I've done for you. You do remember...right? I'm the one who helped you gain recognition in that shit hole group called the Elite Seven."

"...is that what you call it? Help? You didn't help me one fucking bit," Sumaka yelled at Bekko, " You caused them to be scared of me! They seen me as a fucking monster!"

"Isn't that good? Who needs respect when you can just make them fear you? Making people fear you is such a wonderful feeling to have. It's as good as the feeling of murdering someone."

"You're fucking sick to the brain. I can't understand how the murder of others gives you pleasure like that."

"You shouldn't try to hide it. You've had the same feeling of pleasure from killing before and you know it. You just try to pretend it never happens so you can act like the good guy while I'm here being seen as the bed guy."

"You are the bad guy in all of this."

"Than tell me how I'm the bad guy, shit?! Cause I came from you, so does that make me the real sick fuck or does it make you for being the one who caused me to come into existence?"

"And if I could reverse that, I would."

"You little bitch, don't you fucking forget that I was the one to make you strong. If it wasn't for me, you...and that fucking family of yours would have been killed years ago. If it wasn't for me, you would've never been the worrier you are today. You would've never been given that shit title you have today if it wasn't for me. You're nothing without me and you know it's all true."

"Sure, I emit that it's true that I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you...but...if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been known as a ruthless, sadistic, torture loving bastard," Sumaka yelled at Bekko.

"I doubt you've got the balls to say that to me if I wasn't chained and nailed into this damn cross. Cause, in reality, you're still that little scared bitch who never wanted to kill anyone. You might try and deny it but you know it's true."

"So what if it's true. That doesn't fucking matter anymore."

"Ehehehe, are you sure about that? Are you certain that it doesn't matter anymore, shit?"

"I~...Yes, I'm sure."

"Than tell me, do you know why there's blood covering the ground?"

"Why does that even matter?!"

"Eheheh...you're about to see."

After Bekko said that, the blood that lined all of the ground started to sink down like it was being drained out and everything became more clear. Sumaka looked behind him and he felt a sudden urge to vomit.

Bodies...bodies were everywhere, detached arms legs, heads, torsos were scattered on the ground, still having blood pour out of the severed leams.

There were bodies that had hundreds of cuts on their skin. Severed heads, which still had fresh blood dripping down, were placed spears that were lined in columns that lead to Sumaka and Bekko. Bodies hanged down from the ceiling of the place, having blood still dripping down their mouths, and from the cuts and contorted liems.

"Wh-wh-what the fuck," Sumaka said with fear and horror in his voice.

"What's wrong, you're acting like you've not seen a dead body before," Bekko asked Sumaka with a tone that showed some sort of pleasure in it. Sumaka fell to his hands and knees and vomits up blood.

"Is it too much how for you, shit? I thought it would be, seeing how much of a bitch you are."

Sumaka wipes the blood off and gets back up. He turns to Bekko and asked with a not giving a shit attitude, "Why did you reappear?"

"So now decided to show yourself for real. Eheheh~ well, that's simple, when I was here, locked up like an abused animal, I got a revaluation, why should I be your bitch when I'm the stronger half of you? So I decided that I'm going to make it my mission to take back what supposed to be my body."

"You're body? Really Bekko. You mean my body. And also, don't you forget this, I would rather cut my head off than let that happen. You're nothing good. You're the sadistic, heartless, emotionless, unstrategic, dick head of a personality take my body over. You're forgetting who I am. And if you try to take over my body, I won't hesitate to kill you and you know what killing you means."

"Of course I do...which is why I would rather lock you up in this hell of a prison for all of history than kill you."

"I'm counting on it. Now, I've got to go, don't let yourself be too happy when I'm gone."

"I'll make sure your life's going to be hell, Tora Sumaka," Bekko yelled at Sumaka as Sumaka walked away.

"Keep telling yourself that, I'm sure it'll come true one day."

-Two days later-

The day was bright and calming, with bright white clouds devoid of sadness, It was a perfect day for training and it would probably help Tatsumi, who had his whole body hurting from Sumaka keeping his word that he would make the green eyed assassin train to death.

However, Tatsumi did not come and be trained by Sumaka, weather from being scared that Sumaka would make him work his ass off as much as he did the day before or because he just did not feel like it. Nevertheless, Sumaka was not all alone since Sayo did go with her sensei.

"So what are we gonna do today, sensei?"

"Will, it's kinda hard to explain but the basic premise is that we're going to be increasing your muscle reflexes and your endurance. But I do have to tell you this. Endurance training is hard as hell to do and can be very painful if you don't do it correctly."

"Is that why Tatsumi's hurting a lot. Cause of the special training he got yesterday."

"Eeeee ya, I guess you could call it that," Sumaka said as a small laugh creaked out, though Sayo seemed to not notest it, "But back to the matter at hand. You need to follow my instructions, no matter how much you're against it. You understand."

"O~kay sensei."

"Okay...now let's begin. First and foremost, you need to put this on," Sumaka told Sayo as he handed her weighted clothes that consisted of two bracelets, a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of shoes.

"Umm...right now, in front of you," Sayo asked.

"What!? No! No! No! Not like that, I mean just like go behind a tree or something like that," Sumaka told his protégé as his face was glowing a faint shade of red.

"Oh, sorry for asking then. I'll go change into them right now."

"Okay," Sumaka said with a sigh of relief as he handed the clothes to Sayo.

The weight of the clothes were shockingly a lot since Sumaka was holding them in his hands so casually that it seemed nothing was wrong with them. Sayo fell to the ground as Sumaka dropped the clothes in her arms.

"Oh shit, are you okay," Sumaka asked in a conserved but overuse voice of laughter.

"Y-ya, just...give me a minute."

"Okay, Than I'm going to be like four trees over so give me a call when you have the clothes on, okay," Sumaka told Sayo as he was squatting down to the teens level.

"Got it."

"Okay," Sumaka said before blitzing away into the forest.

Sumaka was sitting down on a large tree branch that was high off the ground when he heard Sayo call to him, proclaiming that she was done putting on the weighted clothing.

Sumaka pushes himself off the tree branch and lands to the ground with a loud thudding sound.

"Okay, let's fucking do this," Sumaka said as he turned towards Sayo who was walking towards Sumaka.

"Sensei, one question, are you sure these things will make my reflexes faster?"

"Of course, though it'll take some time for you to notice the improvement but slow and steady wins the race in the long run."

"So what will I be doing?"

"Right now, you're gonna sparing with me."

"Wait, how's that far, you're not even being weighed down."

"So...a fight will never be far, so why should your training be," Sumaka told Sayo.

"O~kay. So when are we going to start the sparring session?"

"Now," Sumaka answered before sending a quick, yet strong, right straight punch at Sayo, who nearly blocked it with her arms. The kinetic energy released from the punch caused Sayo to go flying into a tree. Pain shot into her back like a train.

"What...the hell... was that about," Sayo asked with the sent of pain in her voice, "I...barely even saw that."

"I know. And start expecting that as well, cause I won't be going easy on you. So you better adapt quickly to those new weights of your," Sumaka than bluffed, "or it won't end well for you. And don't hold back. You got that!"

"Ye-yes sir," Sayo said as she started picking herself back up. 'It took all my strength just to block that one attack. It's already hard enough to move in these clothes, yet alone fight in them,' Sayo thought to herself before Sumaka blinked to her with another attack. This time, the attack the Sumaka throw at Sayo was a furiously fast roundhouse kick. Sayo tried to move her arms to block the attack but could only have time to raise her left arm to block the attack. She felt something pop out of shocker from the force of the kick. Sumaka then landed and did a reverse roundhouse kick to Sayo's stomice. She fell to the ground. The pain she was feeling was enough for her. She already know that this was too much for her to handle. She wanted to call it quits already.

"Can we...just...do something else," She asked as some tears were being produced from the pain after she weakly got up on her legs.

"...Why? We're aren't even in the first few minutes. Is it too hard for you?"

"Ye-yes. Also I think my left arms broke."

"Fine, If it's too hard for you than we're just do some push-ups and other exercises."

"But my left arms broke."

Sumaka sighed and walked to Sayo. "You're arm isn't broken, it's just dislocated. Nothing bad or anything," Sumaka told Sayo before grabbing her left arm. "This'll hurts for a second."

"What's gonna hu—," Sayo asked before she heard a popping sound and felt a shock of pain, "OWH!"

"There...your arm is back in place. And...sorry for being like that for a little. I didn't expect that to be that tough for you. I just...have a lot on the mind right now."

"That's the worst excuse ever," Sayo said plainly to her sensei.

"And that's how you know I'm not lying," Sumaka said in his normal, care free like voice.

"That's a little sad, sensei."

"I know it is. But that's me for you. The guy who has the worst excuses ever when telling the truth."

"I don't even know what to say to that."

"That's good, and that's enough talking about, let's get to training," Sumaka said after he turned around and was stretching.

"Umm...than do I have to wear these clothes still?"

"If you want to, than sure."

"Okay, then, you know, can you stay turned around, if you don't mind."

"Ya sure, I won't look. I'm not like that green haired, blue balled, pervert like Rabakku," Sumaka told Sayo, not really expecting her to answer. He waited for a little before Sayo told Sumaka;

"Actually, I just realized I forgot my clothes."

"Than go and get them," Sumaka told her, "why are you telling me this?"

"Ummm...I don't wanna."

"And why's tha~ oh, let be guess, you're in your underwear," Sumaka asked.

"Ya," Sayo said with a short pause before saying, "so could you go get them for be?"

"Why don't you just put those clothes back on and do it yourself?"

"That's...cause I don't want to put them back on."

"And you said I was shit at excuses. Fine."

-Like...two minutes later-

"Thanks Shamak," she told him..

"No problem. Now do twenty push ups, thirty sit-ups, twenty second plank with both arms, then put your legs together and touch your toes and keep it like that for twenty seconds. After that, you're gonna climb up that tree to the top, than climb back down."

"Say what?"

-after the training-

The two assassins were sitting down at the same place that Sumaka first trained his two protégés. Sayo was drinking some water from the stream by cupping her hands.

Sumaka, who has taken off his shirt, was doing was doing one armed push ups and he switched between arms every time he done one push up.

Sayo looked at Sumaka for a moment after drinking another hand full of water. She seen how easy looking he was making the task look easy. She was never really ever expecting Sumaka to be as strong as he was, since he seemed very skinny, but she guessed that was one good thing about being a deadly killer. Because no one would expect someone such as Sumaka to be powerful, people would probably let their guard down around him.

Sumaka than stopped and got up. He looked at Sayo and asked, "I'm guessing you're done?"

Sayo snapped back into reality and said, "Y-ya." There was a short pause before Sayo asked Sumaka, "So, I'm guessing you train a lot."

"Correct. I do train a lot ."

"I guess that makes sense...since you're...very nicely built."

"Thanks for the compliment," Sumaka told Sayo before he put back on his dark gray, sleeveless shirt.

"N-no problem," Sayo quickly said with a small blush.

"Anyway, how're you hanging so far…you know, being an assassin and all?"

"Well...it's new. And I've got to meet a lot of new people. So I guess it's alright."

"That's good. And what about Tatsumi?"

"Oh…I guess he's doing good."

"Hmhm."

"Sumaka, can I ask you a question?"

"Ya, sure. Go ahead."

"How did you get strong. Like, were you always strong, or did you train to become strong."

Sumaka laid dormant for a moment, not speaking back to Sayo. He thought his answer carefully and than told her, "Nether really. I was actually weak for a long time. I did train so I could get stronger but it really never helped. That's actually the main reason why I decided to train myself in manipulation of others. I...got stronger through the experiences that were done on me."

"So...than what did the experiences make stronger."

"My speed, strength, durability, pain tolerance, and my healing capability."

"So that's why your looks don't compliment your power."

"Yep," Sumaka said as he started to get up. "I was originally built for speed and endurance. "Anyway, I think it's about time we start to get back."

"What!? Why!? It's not even past noon."

"Just because I think we've been training for long enough so I'm heading back. If you wanna stay, be my guest, but I'm not coming to find you if you get lost," Sumaka told Sayo as he started to walk away.

"I'm not a damn child, you know. I can find my way back on my own."

"Okay, see you later then."

When Sumaka got back to the base, he walked down the hallway, and as he did so, he heard the sound of seemed to be seven voices. The voices were Akame, Leone, Najenda, Bulat, Schere, Tatsumi, and Rubakku's. Sumaka listened closely to what they had to say.

"So why are we here again," Tatsumi asked.

"It's about that psycho bastard of a master you have," Main told Tatsumi.

"What about Sumaka," Tatsumi asked.

"It's more what we don't know about him than what we do," Najenda told Tatsumi.

"What do you mean?"

"What Najenda is meaning is that there is very little facts on who Sumaka is, Tatsumi," Bulat answered the teen's question.

"But doesn't Akame know a lot on Sumaka?"

"You are correct in that assumption...however, Akame has already made it clear to me that she doesn't want to talk about it," Najenda answered Tatsumi, "Since it will make her have to bring back old memories that are better left alone."

"Actually , what do we know about him," Rubakku asked.

"We know that he was once apart of Akame's team and that he sometime gained the teigu Kakurenbo after he had had bodily enhancements to make himself stronger. We know that he is very skilled in forms of hand-to-hand combat. He is skilled in the use of all kinds of weapons, mainly swords, bow and arrows, and spears. He is a master at manipulation, strategy, and infiltration. And we know that he had ran away from his team and that he was presumed dead until very recently. Those are the only solid facts we have on him. So we know that he is skilled at a lot of things, but we don't know much about his past so we can really just speculate about it."

"Why's there not much info on him," Tatsumi asked again.

"Why else do you think there's not much information on him," Main snapped back at what she saw as a dumb question, "It's because no one ever bothered to write it down and everyone who knew him are dead."

"Akame's right there, you know! Sure, I get it that she doesn't want to talk about it 'causa it'll bring up bad memories and all but can't she just tell us if he's good or not," Tatsumi asked as he pointed to Akame, who was sitting down in a chair.

"Yes but here's the thing Tatsumi, Akame will believe he is good because of their relationship. When you're close to someone, you can be blinded by the past and believe that they are the same person as they were before," Najenda told Tatsumi, getting a little ignored at his constant questions. "Now, Leone, you said that you know something about him?"

"Yes, when I actually first met him, he actually plainly stated that he just came to the Capital cause he just felt like it, and yet...he jumps onto the opportunity to join this group without a second thought. If that's not suspicious, than I don't know what is."

"That is very suspicious. I don't want to jump to a conclusion, but I think that if Sumaka is apart of the Empire, than he's the perfect spy," Rubbaku told Najenda, "He could easily lie and manipulate us into believing he's on our side."

"That is why we will need to keep a very close watch on that bastard," Main said.

"Wait, I understand that we might not know much about Sumaka, but does that give us the right to believe he's working with the enemy? I mean, we don't even have any evidence that he is working with the enemy. I know Sumaka is the type who doesn't like to talk about his past, but why wouldn't he? He probably doesn't talk about his past cause he doesn't want anyone to feel bad for him. He just doesn't seem like the type to lie and betray people."

"That's his whole thing, Tatsumi," Najenda told Tatsumi, "He supposedly trained for years to perfect his style of infiltration. He is a lethal master in the art of manipulation, gathering information, and infiltration. He can change his own personality if he so desired, as long as it completed his mission. He'll manipulate your emotions so precisely that you wouldn't even recognize it."

"So what you're saying is that he could be toying with our emotions," Tatsumi asked once again.

"Yes."

"But," Akame paused. Her eyes looked down at the wooden floor. She started back on what she was going to say with a hint of passion in what she spoke. "I know my viewpoint can be dismissed because I knew him for a long time... but I know that he is the same kind and caring person I knew two years ago. He might be hard to understand sometimes but that is just how he is. Like you said Tatsumi, he does not like for others to pity him and he always tries to do the right thing, even if it means having to comment some of the worst things a human could do. He always likes to joke around and make people happier, even when he's sad himself. He might take time to come out of his shell but after he does, he becomes easier to get to know. He will disobey orders, even if it is someone he highly respects, to save people. He might be manipulative but he would never use that ability to his advantage unless it someone was sad or angry."

"We understand what you are saying, Akame, but even if he is that same person you knew so long ago, that does not mean he is not a spy. He lacks clear motivation for the cause of the revolution," Najenda told the red eyed assassin.

"That's right! That psycho has no reason to even be here. He does not share any sign of understanding how evil the fucking empire really is. I bet he wouldn't even show one tear if any of us died," Main said.

"I know he would," Akame told Main. "He would keep it in. He would try to sympathise with everyone and try to help us get pass the lose."

"Okay, so why don't we just ask Sumaka if he's a spy," Schere asked the group.

"Cause that wouldn't work at all," Main told Schere, "Sumaka will probably just lie."

Sumaka, who was hearing everything, had his fists curled in anger. Most of them believe that he might be a spy for the enemies and that he does not have any motivation in the first place to join the team. He could not blame them for not completely trusting him, since he never really talked to any of them much and always gone to train by himself. But what would even make them believe he did not hate the empire for what they did to him.

Akame than turned her head to the doorway to see Sumaka.

He looked at Akame for a quick moment before Akame broke eye contact, looking away from him.

Sumaka, knowing that Akame seen him, decided that it would be a good idea to walk away before he allows his anger to get the best of him.

He walked away with the idea, 'If they don't trust be, than I shouldn't trust them either. What's the damn point anyway? They're just stab me in the back at when I'm at my weakest.'

Sumaka walked out of the door to the base, not wanting to be in there now.

The sun flashed in his eyes for a spit blinding moment before fading into death. He could see Sayo in the far reach that his eyesight could show him.

Sumaka told Sayo as he passed her, 'Don't tell anyone I was here.'

His protégé was confused hearing the comment from her master.

"What do you mean," Sayo asked as she turned around to see that Sumaka had seemed to have vanished. "The hell," she asked dumb founded at the fact that Sumaka seemed to just disappeared,

-not too far from the the Capital-

It took longer than Sumaka was really expecting to get to the Capital. He was not too sure what he was going to do, but he believed that anything was better than hanging around the base with those who believed he possibly was the enemy. He hated the fact. He may have lied to people and manipulated them but that only gone so far as making people believe he was on their side. He never would use his power to lie to those he trusted, such as Akame.

Sumaka than thought to himself, 'Though I can't say I'm surprised. Almost everyone I've made a connection with became scared of me or believed that I was with the empire.'

"Damn it. Not you again. Get out of the road,' said the exact same man that Sumaka jumped in front of last time.

Sumaka pretended not to even notest the man's yells. He just kept walking at his own pace.

"HEY! I'm talking to you," the man told Sumaka.

Sumaka still sad nothing but instead, he flipped the man off.

The man really lost his temper than. He decided that he would not be nice anymore. He wiped the rope, making the two brown horses kick it into high gear.

Sumaka heard the heavy stomping sound of the horses hooves as the ran right for him.

Sumaka's body sensed the incoming threat, and, just before the horses ran him over, he backflips high into the air, dodging the carriage. The carriage driver looked shocked seeing that Sumaka had just done that.

After that little nuisance, Sumaka got to the Capital of the empire. Sumaka went to the same bar that he had first meet Leone. He sat down at the counter and asked for a beer, which he got. As Sumaka was drinking the beer out of the large glass, two very shady looking people walked through the door.

The first man had gray, short, ashy hair and gray eyes. His face was rough looking with a three claw scar that went from his left temple to his nose ridge. He had on two kinds of armor on.

The first kind of armor was comprised of a brown leather gloves that went in to his elbows; leather boots that went to his knees, and a leather chest plate that covered his chest but not stomach or waist.

The second layer was compressed of a chainmail shirt and pants.

The kind of weapon the man had was a longsword.

The second man had long, curly brown hair and a thin trimmed beard;brown eyes and a good looking face, he was around Sumaka's height.

The kind of armor he was wearing was silver scale armor. He had a spear that was about as tall as him and he had a short sword and longsword on the left side of his waist.

The two walked into the center of the bar and the first man pulled out his sword. "This is a robbery and if any of you even call for help, I'll kill all of you right where y'all at," the first man said.

The first man gave the second man a dark grayish yellow color bag. The second man walked to each table and people begrudgingly give the man their money and valuables they had. However, one young man did not. "I'm not scared of you," the teen told the man.

"You better rethink that, kid," the second man told the teen as he slowly started to pull out his short sword.

"I won't give my money to scum like you!"

"Wrong answer," the second man said before pulling out his short sword.

Before he swing the sharp piece of metal at the teen, Sumaka, who had just became sober ouber from the alcohol, looked over to the man and said, "Hey, dick head. Cut the kid a break. He's not worth killing."

The man looked at Sumaka, seeing not an assassin, but a skinny, pathetic, long haired drunk. The man tells Sumaka, "If I were you, I would shut my damn mouth before I get killed."

Sumaka, who had he head laid down on the wooden bar with his arms under his head, laughed a little from the remark, "Ha, that's funny. It makes it sound like you're trying to threaten me."

The second man look at his accomplice and the first man nodded his head before walking towards Sumaka.

"I think you better learn your place," the first man told Sumaka as he walked towards him.

Sumaka lefter his head back up to look at man and he than said, " Are we really gonna do this?You don't really want to start this."

"Oh-I do," the first man said.

Sumaka sighed before the man swung his sword at Sumaka. It stopped instantly. Sumaka caught the sword blade with his right index and middle finger. The sight shocked the man almost in a instant, and the man's comrade.

"Like I said, you don't want to start this fight. But since you assist, than I can't say no. Now can I," Sumakah told the man before he pushes the man's sword back before Sumaka grabbed his glass and thrown it at the man's face, shattering it. Sumaka got up out off the chair and then punched the man in the face, breaking the man's nose.

"Fuck," the man yelled in pain as he held his broken nose.

The second man seen what happened and got to Sumaka, swinging the long sword he had in a fast furry of slashes. Sumaka dodged the attacks with flying colors. He then kicked the man's right knee, popping it out of place. Next, Sumaka gut punched the man with a right hook and after that, he socked the man in the face with a left hook.

"Ya, beat those fuckers," the same teen said.

The first man got up and tackled Sumaka to the floor but Sumaka counterattacks by using the man's weight against him. When the man tackled Sumaka, Sumaka used his legs to kick the man off him with a backflip that made the man go flying behind him, crashing into one of the tables that were empty. "You people suck at this," Sumaka said before the other man, who had put up his longsword and got his spear, swing at Sumaka. The spear tasted blood as it lightly cut into Sumaka's right cheek.

The blade then stopped just a few milliseconds after the cut. Sumaka held the spear head between his thumb and fingers from his right hand. He looked at the man with a small smile creaking up on his face. "That was a lucky shot." He than released the blade from his grip and stepped back a bit. The man looked at Sumaka with a face that was slowly, but surely, showing fear as well as anger. He spun the spear in a circular motion as he slashed at Sumaka, trying to hit the unknowing assassin. Sumaka blocked the assault of attacks by redirecting the attacks with his hands. One of the blade strikes Sumaka redirected slams into the ground, striking the wooden floor. The man quickly tries to pull the blade out of the ground but the two seconds he tried to pull the blade out was plenty of time for Sumaka, who did a reverse roundhouse kick to the man's arm. He flies through the wooden counter top of the bar.

"You know," Sumaka paused as the first man ran towards him from behind and getting Sumaka in a headlock, "You two suck at fighting."

He said this line just before breaking out of the lock and twisting the man's right arm, creating a crunching sound.

The man screamed like a banshee as Sumaka let go of the man's arm. "Y-you bastard," the man yelled in pain before trying to stab the sword into Sumaka's side.

Sumaka grabbed the man's left hand, stopping the attack. He grabbed the man's neck and picked him up. Sumaka said, "You really need to choose your battles wisely." The second man quickly jumped over the counter. "Look out," one of the people said.

Sumaka ignored the person and let the man plunge his sword blade into the assassin's left side.

"Got you bitch," the man said before looking at the blank experience on Sumaka's face. Sumaka looked as if he did not even feel the pain of the sword blade, though he did, and it was hurting quite a bit, but Sumaka acted as if the wound was but a small cut.

Fear lighted up in the man in an instant. He let go of the sword and fell down, feeling an overwhelming fear that he could not describe.

Sumaka sighed before pulling the sword from his left side and dropped it.

Blood oozed out of the wound for less than 30 seconds before it completely healed.

"W-wh-what the hell are you," the first man tries to ask.

"The wrong person to mess with," Sumaka told the man before throwing him out of one of the windows.

"My window," the bartender said."

"Shut the hell up," Sumaka tells the man.

"P-p-pl-please...from kill be," the second man said pathetically. Sumaka looked at him, and throw him out of the same window as his friend.

Sumaka walked out of the bar to see the two men on the ground. The first man gets up, battered and bloody. "Bring…it on...you bastard," the man said as he stumbled towards Sumaka.

"You're pathetic," the assassin tells the man.

"Hey! What's happening here," a girl's voice asked behind Sumaka.

Sumaka tunes to see a girl that has auburn colored hair that was placed in a ponytail that almost went to her feel. She had on an imperial guard uniform.

The man smiled for a second and said, "that man caused a fight in the bar and we tried to stop him but…"

"GO FUCK YOURSELF," Sumaka yells at the man, "You two threaten everyone in that damn bar if they didn't give y'all their money."

"Ya, those toe said they would kill us if we didn't do give them our money," one of the bar residents said. The others than joined in.

"Than...you two men will pay for your crimes," the girl said.

Suddenly, Sumaka spotted a little white lodge like creature that was beside the guard.

'She has a teigu,' Sumaka though.

"Koro," the girl said with a twisted smile appearing on her face. The white dog teigu than changed into a monstrous looking creature. The first man screamed as he tries to run away before getting eaten by the animal than the second man was eaten.

Sumaka sighed and started to walk back into the bar. When he gone in, one of the people told him thanks for saving them from the two men, which Sumaka just said, "No problem."

He walks back to his chair and said as he placed some money down, "Another beer."

As Sumaka drinks the alcohol, the sound of the bar door opening is made. It was the same woman. She looked around for a second or two than looked straight at Sumaka. She gone to him with the dog teigu right behind her. She sat down beside Sumaka.

The assassin looked at the woman. "So how's yur day," Sumaka asked.

"It's good," the woman replied. "What about yours?"

"Kinda shit."

"And why's that."

"Just some personal shit," Sumaka told her.

"I see. Anyway, I wanted to thank you for being justice to those two," she told him.

"No problem. What's yar name. If you don't mind."

"Seryu Ubiquitous."

"Cool name," Sumaka said before chugging the beer keg. He placed it on the counter before saying, "I'm *hick up* Sumaka. But there's no need to really *hick up* thank me. Those two were weak as hell that it was like taking candy from a babe."

"How strong are you, cause you should really join the gerison if you have the time."

"Na~, not my kind of cake," Sumaka told Seryu, "No offence or anything, but I don't *hick up* really care about that kinda stuff."

"Okay, than I'll leave you to your own devices," Serty said before starting to leave, "If you reconsider, than try to find me. I'm sure I could help you get in."

"Okay pretty lady, see ya." Sumaka looked at the bar tinder and said, "Yo, can ya hook be up with some more beer."

Sumaka drank, and drank alcohol. Soon he felt very wary, and wondered out of the bar, drunk to hell. He wondered into an alleyway before he felt very light headed. "I *hick up* feel so light," Sumaka drunkenly said before passing out.

Soon, he heard very faint sounds. His eyes slowly started to open to see two people were searching him. "Shit he's awake," the young man said, "Quietly, knock him out, Anzuio."

Sumaka, still not completely able to understand what was going on, was like a confused animal. The bat that the buff, older man had hit against Sumaka's head, shockingly breaking against it. "Ow~! Tha fuck's waz dhat," Sumaka asked with a slurred voice.

"What the hell!? How did," the younger man said as Sumaka stumbles up holding his head. "Why the hell does my head hurt," Sumaka asked himself. He looked at the two men. "What the deck are you two looking st," he asked the two. Sumaka felt the hangover quickly subsiding. He gets back on his balance and looked at the two man. Before Sumaka could say one word, the two men handed him his money back, saying "Sorry," before they ran for the hills.

Sumaka looked confused as all hell. "So…those two took my money," Sumaka than though ' You know what, just don't question it.'

"I better get back to the base," Sumaka told himself as he looked around to see it was night, "The others are probably on a miss—"

*POW!*

Sumaka looked at the direction of where he heard the loud shot. "Was that Pumpkin," Sumaka asked himself, having a small feeling that something was not right. He then remembered the meeting.

"Why am I even caring about that? She's probably just fighting some scumbag."

Sumaka than headed back to the base.

That was the chapter for you. Hope you all loved it. And, if you want, tell be what you thought of the chapter by giving a review. Now off to the crossover.