Hello and welcome to chapter 8 of The Glacial Ones!
Holy shit, nine releases in under two weeks. I feel pretty damn proud of myself, considering I thought I would lose interest pretty fast.
Anyway, enough self-worshipping. On to the Reviews:
Imperial warlord: Thanks for that. You gave me an honest answer to my question from the previous chapter and I find myself having to agree with your analyses about the other Jaegers. On the subject of Wave being like Tatsumi and helping Harry, I wonder what's going to happen when Tatsumi finds out the little kid he tried to help is part of the Jaegers…
sinnerlust: Well…damn. I completely forgot about that alchemy. I don't know about the Teigu's creation method and the alchemy is more of a science. Still it's related to magic in some way and opens up a lot of different options for me. Thanks for pointing that out. As for Sheele I agree her death was important but more for character development than anything else. You have to remember that Sheele was a kind girl as well as an assassin and that Akame was trained from a young age to kill and has a far higher kill count. That means she would have to be killed as well following your reasoning. And chances are likely that the new government would need an assassination squad of their own. But thanks for your honest opinion on this either way.
jonnywolf: I like the idea as well. All I have to say is that you do remember what is in Kurome's cookies right?!
CimaTigon: We won't be hearing from the Wizarding World until after most of the Akame Ga Kill storyline is complete, though I may add in some chapters to show the reactions to Harry's disappearance at some point.
I do not own, in any way, shape, or form Akame Ga Kill or Harry Potter.
-T.G.O-
Chapter 8: Birth of the Hunters
Esdeath stood, Harry just a step behind her at his usual spot on her right as they gazed at the three graves that sat side by side before them.
"Liver. Nyau. Daidara. You all died. Which means you were all just too weak."
Her face was blank as she knelt down on one knee, resting a hand against the middle gravestone.
"It's only natural for the weak to be eliminated, to die. My weak subordinates."
Her face grew serious, a terrible conviction carving its way onto her face.
"You were all so weak that we will have to take your vengeance on our enemies in your steed."
She stood up, turning her gaze over to the Prime Minister who was standing several metres away, holding a clipboard in one hand and a large piece of food in the other.
"Are my Teigu users ready?"
The Prime Minister tore a bite out of the unidentified food before answering.
"All six have been gathered. Unfortunately they are all people of low status, despite being capable. They also all seem to have certain personality quirks I'm afraid. I do apologize for that."
Esdeath smirked and nodded her acceptance before reaching back and grabbing Harry's hand as she turned to walk away.
"I don't know much about the people who are coming."
She turned a shockingly fond gaze down at Harry as he grinned up at her.
"Maybe we should play with them a bit."
Harry's grin widened a little more.
He wasn't a sadist like Esdeath but he had learnt to just go with the flow.
-T.G.O-
Harry spun slowly around as he stood in the middle of the empty conference room, sweeping his gaze across everything worth noting before turning his eyes towards the doorway where Esdeath was currently sanding, watching him.
"Wait in here until the others arrive, I'll be asking your opinions of them later. First though, I feel like playing around a bit."
Harry nodded and took a seat at the table in the centre of the room as she gave him one last, oddly fond, look before spinning on her heel and strolling from the room into the hallway and out of Harry's sight.
Harry leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he complemented how odd it felt to be sitting alone in an almost empty room. Esdeath only rarely let him out of her sight for meetings and such and she had become much worse since the death of the Three Beasts.
Not that he minded hugely, he found his presence comforting and easily admitted that the thought of meeting a group of strangers without her left him rather nervous.
He shook his head. Meeting new people without assistance couldn't be that hard.
Right?
The door creaked open and he turned his gaze from the roof down to the large man entering the room, noting the mask that was covering his face.
Examining him Harry ran over what information he had on the man as he walked towards him.
Born in a prison, he went by the name Bols and was part of the incineration squad, wielding a special flame thrower type Teigu. He was also recorded to have a rather passive personality and severe social anxiety.
Harry decided that he didn't look like he was too bad. Maybe this social thing wouldn't be so hard after all.
With that thought he raised a hand towards Bols in a half-hearted wave.
"Good morning. I assume you're here as part of the rest of our group?"
Of course, he already knew he was but what the man didn't know couldn't hurt him.
Much anyway.
The large man sat down opposite him, hands held between his legs.
"Uuh, yes. Are you part of this as well?"
Harry grinned slightly, noting that the man avoided, or didn't even register, his young age.
"Indeed. Let's get along well, okay?"
The man nodded almost shyly and Harry resisted raising an eyebrow. It looks like his information was correct.
This socialising thing really was easier than he thought it would be. Though that could be because he had prior knowledge on the people he was meeting.
He just needed to act confident and things would go smoothly.
The silence dragged out for several minutes until the intense smell of fish wafted into the room, warning them of an approaching person. Or a sea monster.
He could already guess who this was.
Wave, sent in from where he had been stationed at the coasts and wielding the second, supposable upgraded, version of Incursio, named Grand Chariot.
The door opened to reveal a black haired teen with a large bag off fish over his shoulder. Harry watched in amusement as he stopped, looked at the two inhabitants of the room before turning around and leaving the room with an apology, shutting the door behind him.
He made eye contact with Bols and saw the glimmer of amusement in his gaze as well before they both turned in stereo to face the door. Seconds later it slide open again and Wave came slinking back into the room, sitting on the other end of the table on the same side as Bols.
An awkward silence stretched out before Wave finally looked up at Harry, meeting his amused gaze with his own confused one.
"No offense if your actually older than you look but aren't you a little…young?!"
Harry gave an amused grin as he felt his amusement override his unease at talking to someone new.
"I will be turning fourteen this year."
He felt his grin widen and he swore he saw a small smirk under Bols mask as Wave opened his mouth to speak before clamping it shut and seeming to collapse in on himself, staring down at the table in gloom.
He swore he saw a raincloud above Wave for a second.
Harry just grinned before turning back to the door as it swung open, revealing a small teen not much older than him, dressed in a personalized version of the Assassination Corps garb.
It wasn't hard to identify this one as Kurome from said Assassination Corps.
He didn't have a lot of data on her because of the nature of the Assassination Corps, but he knew he that she wielded a sword Teigu capable of resurrecting everyone she killed as a corpse puppet under her command.
It was kind of creepy for Harry. Until he remembered what Esdeath did as a hobby.
It didn't seem so bad after that.
Nodding at the new arrival, somehow knowing that trying to talk to her would get very little response Harry watched as she walked over and sat down on his left.
He shot her an odd look. That was strange. He had expected her to sit away from them all, not right beside someone she had never meet in her life.
Maybe it was because he was the youngest other than her. He decided it wasn't really important as she dumped a bag titled "Kurome's Candy" on the table.
Turning his gaze to see Bols standing and walking into the small kitchen attached to the room, he missed Wave trying to start a conversation with the Kurome only to fall flat on his face as Kurome shot him down.
It was nice seeing someone else being socially inept other than him. It helped that he seemed to be on a roll today.
Just as he was preparing for another wait for the next member of Esdeath's team to arrive, the double doors at the other end of the room burst open to reveal a young woman who looked a little older than Wave, with robotic arms and a strange dog like thing down at her feet.
Harry analysed the two newest members of the growing group.
Seryu Ubiquitous, a member of the Imperial police force who was originally under the now deceased captain Ogre, alongside her biological Teigu Hecatonkheires.
A known justice freak with a severly distorted sense of justice.
She snapped to attention in the doorway, saluting.
"I am Seryu Ubiquitous and this is Koro, transferred here from the Imperial Police Force!"
Harry felt another spike of amusement as he saw Wave look up, hope written across his face only to be crushed as Seryu suddenly knelt down on one side of the door, Kuro on the other, and began spreading rose petals across the doorway before speaking.
"Dr Stylish! The preparations are complete!"
A smartly dressed man stepped into the room, one hand on his check and another on his elbow as he spoke.
"First impressions are important, so of course they would be necessary for a stylish man like me."
He sparkled.
Wave gagged, Kurome's eyes widened a minuscule amount, revealing her shock, as Harry stared in horror, Bols along unaffected as he continued making their teas in the kitchen area.
He sparkled.
Harry shook himself out of his stunned mind set, shuddering slightly as he made a note to never go near this man without Esdeath.
Anyone with any kind of sparkle should be avoided at all costs.
Across the cosmos a certain twinkle eyed old man with a rather magnificent white beard sneezed before looking around his office for whoever was dissing his patented eye twinkle.
The man, Dr Stylish, suddenly turned his gaze to Wave, his eyes lighting up in a terrifying way.
"Oh, my. At first look you are obviously a country boy, but you're actually quite good looking. I can make you even better looking if you like, so let's get along."
Wave flinched away, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was. Which, Harry reasoned, was probable true. Dr Stylish swept his eyes over the rest of the room, Kurome giving Harry a slightly odd look as he instinctively tried to put her in between himself and the man.
That man scared him in a way that charging into an enemy fortress didn't.
It was the sparkles. It had to be.
They reminded him of twinkles.
Anybody who twinkled was not to be trusted, especially eye twinkles.
Turning his gaze back to the doorway Harry noticed that in the excitement of Dr Stylish's arrival he had missed their final member entering the room.
He was a rather kind looking young man, with wavy, almost feathery blonde hair and a book under his left arm.
Ran, a former teacher who used the Teigu Mastema, according to the information Harry had been provided.
Ran stepped forward as the rest of the rooms occupants realised they had more company and turned to him as he bowed slightly at the waist and introduced himself.
"It appears that I am the last to arrive. I'm Ran, and it is a pleasure to meet all of you."
Hope light up Waves face as he stood and began shaking the newly arrived man's hand vigorously, overjoyed that there was at least one normal person in the group.
Ran just gave him a perplexed look and let him do what he wanted, much like a parent with an over eager child.
Harry thought the description was amusingly apt.
Looking at each of the members of Esdeath's group around him he noticed Bols come back into the room balancing a tray with seven cups on it.
"Everyone, I have made some tea."
Things descended into a surprisingly light hearted atmosphere, with Harry and Kurome sitting in a comfortable silence, Harry observing those around him and Kurome nibbling on some of her candy. Ran and Bols entering an enthusiastic conversation nearby, quickly drawing Wave in as Stylish watched, face in one hand as he observed those around him.
The door slide open.
Silence fell as the seven occupants of the room turned to look at the newest arrival, Harry relaxing slightly as he recognized Esdeath's blue hair coming out from under her mask.
Seriously, how no one else who knew her didn't recognize her he didn't know. He knew Stylish meet her at times, at the very least.
Her hair was rather distinctive.
Harry observed Esdeath as she walked into the centre of the room at a brisk pace and turned to face the assembled team, her stance aggressive.
He wondered what she was about to do for her little game.
"I don't recognize any of you! What are you doing in this room?!"
Ah. So that's what she was planning.
Wave stood up from his chair, speaking.
"Hey, now, we were all called here for a special as-"
He never finished his sentence as Esdeath's foot slammed into his chest, lifting him up off the ground and sending him hurtling across the room and crashing to the ground in a groaning, stunned heap.
The rest of the rooms' inhabitants reacted instantly, bar Harry, who simple watched in amusement, and Kurome, who was too busy nibbling on a piece of candy.
Esdeath sent a barrage of kicks towards Ran, who seemed to almost glide backwards out of the way, Seryu leaping up behind her.
Grabbing Seryu's arm Esdeath spun the young woman over her shoulder, slamming her into the floor hard enough to crack it as her other hand came up and froze Kuro in a block of ice.
"When attacking from behind you give off far too much killing intent."
Beside Harry, Kurome moved.
Holding one of her candies between her teeth she leapt from her seat, rocketing towards Esdeath as she slide her katana from its' sheath, slashing the blade towards Esdeath, who leaned back slightly, underestimating Kurome's speed slightly as the katana slashed through the bottom half of her mask, sending it crumbling to the floor.
The members of the group stood in a loss semi-circle around their attacker as her mask began to crumble, Harry standing up from his seat at the table and walking towards her, acting as though a rather quick but intense fight hadn't just happened before his eyes.
Bols was the first to click as Esdeath brought up her right hand to crumble the last of the mask off her face.
"G-general Esdeath!"
The rest of the group flinched slightly in surprise, Wave groaning as he sat up and realised that he had just been kicked by his commanding officer who was apparently as weird as most of the rest of the group.
Harry walked over to stand beside Esdeath as she observed the group before her.
"Good work, all of you. Now there is some suits waiting in the next room. I want you to put them on and meet me outside in five minute."
She turned to leave.
"Come on, Harry, we need to get ready."
"Coming."
Ignoring the slightly shocked and curious looks he was getting from the rest of the group he followed after Esdeath, leaving the room behind as they walked through the corridors.
Less than five minutes later Harry, Esdeath and the rest of the groups were standing outside, each dressed in identical, immaculately clean, shiny black suits, with white shirts underneath and a black tie.
Harry grimaced.
"It feel odd to be dressed in so much black instead of white. Couldn't we have gone with white suits instead? And why do we have to have a tie?"
Esdeath gave him a fondly amused look which was not missed by the others standing before them.
"Stop complaining, we didn't have much choice. This is what we are expected to wear."
She turned to face the rest of the group.
"As for the rest of you, did you enjoy my little game? Much better than a normally droll welcoming committee wasn't it."
Seryu grinned brightly as Wave released a tired sigh.
"Thank you for the lesson, ma'am!"
"I'm used to being thrown around and treated rough."
Esdeath spun around, pulling here black cap down firmly on her head.
"Okay then. We can have a party after our audience with the Emperor."
Wave yelped in shock.
"We're going to suddenly meet the Emperor right now! Isn't that a bit too fast paced for the first day!"
Esdeath looked back at him.
"We prefer to get the annoying things out of the way first. Anyway, you would rather handle your self-introductions next time, right?"
She went to start walking again, Harry at her side when Stylish spoke up.
"Esdeath-sama, before we do that should we not decide on a name for our group."
Esdeath stopped, looking thoughtful for a second before sending a grin down at Harry and turning to look at the group behind her once more.
"We are a unique force within the military, organized and tasked to mercilessly hunt down and eliminate groups of fiendish enemies of the Empire. Therefore we will be the Special Police Force known as the "Jaegers".
-T.G.O-
And that is chapter 8 finished.
I's sorry that it is a little shorter than the other recent chapters, but I'm a little pressed for time lately.
Anyway, as always, feel free to give me any of your likes, dislikes, constructive criticism, advice or ideas.
Please review!
Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed the story so far and I'll see you next chapter!
Thanks and goodbye!