Title: Ghostly Assassin

Akame Ga Kiru/Danny Phantom

Disclaimer: I do not own Akame Ga Kiru or Danny Phantom, no matter how much I'd give away (half my life, anyone?)

Rating: High T for future gore, violence, and themes

Summary: The idea of killing being the right thing to do was still foreign to him. Hitting two birds with one stone, Clockwork sends Phantom to assist in the taking down of a corrupt empire to show him that kill to save was okay, as well as solve a problem of a ghostly emperor who made a grave mistake.

Chapter 2: Ghostly Beginnings

"So… I can have the job?" Danny blinked, processing exactly what was happening as he stared at the cheeky man before him (his nametag read Takato). Either his luck was turning around for the first time in his life (not just half-life) or there was a serious catch.

Because, seriously, all he did was walk in and ask for a job at the strange cafe the man ran. It couldn't have been that easy to get a job in the depressing place he ended up in. People looked poor and saddened due to, what he assumed, economy and politics. That tended to be the main root of any civilization problem. However, if all he had to do was walk in and he magically got a job, then… Is everyone in this place just lazy? No, that can't be. I'm missing something. What am I missing?

"I just said that, didn't I?" The red-haired man beamed, ducking under the counter in a fluid movement and pulling out a work apron. "Out other worked died the other day — he had a duel job working as a part-time guard for the Trecans, who Night Raid got — and not many people come here looking for a waiter job. Can ya start now, Danny? A dinner rush is gonna head in soon. Rawl used to help me."

Danny hesitantly accepted the black apron, throwing it over his arm, and Takato a blank look. No part of him wanted to deem him lucky for the job he got, and he didn't, but the fact that the death hung over almost like it was common place set off the half-ghost. Few times in his life had someone died. He remembered feeling depressed when he heard his grandmother had, but Danny had been twelve and only met the bitter women once.

Takato just said that his work buddy Rawl was murder (Night Raid?) with a smile on his face.

The kingdom really was fucked up.

Danny blinked a couple times before he slipped the apron on. He gave a small nod to the man, though the curiosity pegged him. "Who's Night Raid, by the way?" the half-ghost asked, following Takato as he moved to show Danny around the counter. "I'm new in town. From the… country."

If Takato noticed Danny's hesitation, he didn't point it out. "Night Raid? Guess they're not big enough to make it out, huh?" He snorted, opening a small door and letting Danny in to show him basics quickly. "That's the glasses and you'll leave order notes here. Night Raid is a group of assassins who target nobles, politicians, and even Capital guards. Here's the simple alcohol. By the way, how old are you, Danny?"

"Oh, I'm seventeen. They really just… kill?" He frowned, feeling a shudder run through as the thought of killing hit him again. Night Raid, huh? If they really targeted those people, and if Danny was right about some of the problem (he knew he was; the odd ghost and Clockwork had said that the kingdom was crumbling from within), then the group obviously had noticed it.

They were probably part of the rebellion that was forming, or had formed. Danny wasn't sure which. He had arrived a few hours ago; no time to learn details. In fact, Danny wasn't sure what route would be best for him.

Did he want to fix it from the inside? If he could (somehow) gain the ability to hold authority and power, he may be able to influence major decisions and get close to the "Great Emperor". That seemed like the best option, but it would take too long. Danny wanted in and out of the dimension; he wanted to get back home to Sam and Jazz and Tucker, despite their recent change in attitude towards him.

However, if he could help in taking down the empire completely, and assist in the beginnings of a new empire, he'd be able to get home sooner. Maybe even within a few months, if the rebellion was capable. That was desired. However, if the rebellion started a war, which forced him to kill again…

Danny wasn't sickened by killing. If someone was killing others, his sense of justice prevailed over mercy. They deserved to be killed. And the idea of him doing the killing didn't sicken him. Danny just… didn't care. It scared him.

Takato's sudden answer called Danny from his mental musings. "Yeah. Leave a lot of bloodshed. They typically kill all the guards and servants, as well as people who were with the other at the time. Only a few of their faces are known." He nodded his head to the left, gesturing to the wall. "There's a poster board outside on the store next door."

Danny glanced behind him, a contemplating look on his face, before he turned back to his new boss. "I'll check it out sometime."

"You should! You never know if they'll be out for you." Takato rolled his eyes dramatically before lightly shoving Danny back out from behind the bar. "Now, you get paid by the hour. You work afternoons Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday as well as our all-nighters on Friday night. You'd leave at sunrise. Mornings every other Monday, so come in next Monday. You'll be paid at the end of the week." He rushed him out, grinning excitedly. "Now go deal with annoying customers, but smile and treat them like the emperor himself!"

Danny resisted the urge to snort, only saying back a light "no promises" before he turned to face the 'dinner crowd'.

Being paid at the end of the week would be a problem, but he could easily survive until then. He didn't have to eat as much as a normal human, since his ectoplasm seemed to sustain his energy even while human (and ectoplasm was scattered around the air in this dimension; not as much as Amity Park, but more than the normal places at home). All Danny really needed was a better change of clothes and a place to stay.

Well, he could stay in an abandoned building for a few days. There looked to be a few of those that people avoided, almost like they were haunted. Easy, really. And clothes… stealing them was wrong, but he could live with that for now. He'd find a way to pay whoever he stole from back later. Besides, it's just be a pair of pants and a shirt or two so he'd fit the look.

He had recieved a few odd looks for his jeans and cotton red and blue hoodie, but the people seemed to blow it off as him being a foreigner. Which was more accurate than they knew.

With his goals and basic mental route set, Danny set about talking to the first set of customers with a fake smile and cheery lies, hardened from his years of secret keeping.

I don't want to kill anyone. Actually, I want to kill people who deserve it. It could start out with killing bad people, but what if I begin to have bloodlust? Dan was a maniac who killed for fun. His timeline failed and never will exist. I don't have that much faith in myself. I have that faith in myself. Why couldn't my life be normal? I have the ability to make a change. Killing is wrong—Superman never killed. Despite all their experiments, Mom and dad never killed. I don't want to challenge their morals. Here, others won't know of my past morals. They can't judge me. I don't know what to do. I need to fix the empire. I don't want to kill, but… I may have to.

Through Danny's fake smiles, his thought processes ended on the final note of: My half-life sucks.

AN: Here's an update! Glad y'all like. ^^ For now, timeline-wise, this is no Phantom Planet and before the beginning of the manga. Danny's parents don't know his secret (but that doesn't matter too much). I don't know when I'll enter the plot of the manga in soon, but Danny needs to get out there in a way that makes sense. Hopefully this does. If any information is incorrect or something doesn't make sense, don't hesitate to tell me. I'm new to posting and sharing so it'll be nice having other eyes see this. ^^

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