Heavy modification will be done to this chapter as it goes live - as well as an extension of it. - Jambles

The white void of the rising dawn filled the room as Tatsumi struggled heavily;barely awaking from his mentally drugged state. He lightly moved his arm up, putting a free hand on his head;the left one being engulfed by Esdese' grasp. He had a massive headache,and he was feeling every touch of it. His forehead filled itself with sweat as he struggled to sit up on the bed. He then realized that he was sweating - abnormally sweating.

Immediately after a few seconds of checking over himself, he felt a sharp shooting pain in his head.

Grasping his head with both of his hands, he quickly fell down onto the floor; feeling the cold ground on his back as he quickly struggled to get back up;heading to the bathroom.

Shoving himself through the door;the wind from the door hit his face as it made a large slamming sound;promptly hitting him in the arm as the knob came back to him from the force of the wall.

He leaned to the left, looking for some kind of rag to wipe his forehead with. When he eventually found one on the small white sink, he quickly reached up to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. The rag felt rough as it brushed across his skin;somewhat thick.

As he let it drop down to take a gaze at it;he was horrified. There was blood on it - and lots of it.

Gazing to the right with a jolt of energy, he looked into the mirror and to his dismay: his eyes were bleeding perfidiously. He didn't feel any pain, nor did he feel any sting. His eyes were bleeding, but their green color stayed the same.

Looking into the mirror with an angry yet horrified expression, he slowly reached his hand up to his eyes, drawing a bit of the blood onto his finger, having a light sense of questioning that it might just be a dream.

It wasn't.

The blood ran down his fingers;just as it continued flowing. Letting out a scared voice, he held the rag underneath his eyes and ran back out into the room that held Esdese in the bed, and surprisingly, Mura was standing directly next to the doorway;closing the door quietly. Tatsumi quickly walked up to her;getting close to her as he started to loudly whisper.

"Can you answer - just what the hell is happening to me?

"You heard the voice, did you not?"

"What voice-"

Tatsumi's eyes widened even more;causing the blood to run faster;dripping onto his shirt collar as he put his hand on the now stained spot.

"You knew about that? - and you didn't tell me? What the hell is wrong with you-"

"Tatsumi, this was meant to happen. I know of a lot of things-"

"Then tell me for gods sake, my eyes are literally bleeding! How can you keep this stuff from me?! Is it a crude sense of humor or are you really an evil spirit toying with us?!"

"Really, do you believe something as idiotic as that, Tautsy?"

"My...Eyes...are...bleeding! Just stop all these secrets - secrets get you killed."

"Never a truer word has been spoken-"

"Will you just drive home the point and tell me what is going on?"

"Well, you're being...contacted, to an extent."

"Contacted? This is a pretty damn weird way to talk to somebody."

"The danger beast that The Composer told you of - it's here. It's somewhere in the land, alive, and running well. Some dense and poor soul managed to find the mask and - from what I've gathered - he/she put it on."

Tatsumi was taken aback, but it became a normal feeling for him. Ever since Mura showed up to him that day;the surprising factor has worn off quite a bit.

Taking a mental step, he quickly gripped his black shirt with his left hand;as he continued to wipe the blood from his eyes, and then it was at that moment - he was more astonished then ever.

"That's why you're alive, Tatsumi." she quoted, as she crossed her arms - still wearing the same gloomy outfit she always has.

"Why can't you stop keeping secrets from me? Just tell me what this stupid beast is, tell me it all!" he yelled,visibly angry.

"That beast can't cope or be alive without You being alive. So...it brought you back to life."

"It brought me back to life? How? With one of the wings?"

"No, it watched you. It's watched you since the beginning. Ever since you arrived at the capital, it had been Watching your every move."

"How?"

"That's always the question, isn't it? - It fed off of your energy while Tyrant was taking over your body. You ever wondered where exactly your body went...it transferred that into a wing - letting the wind guide it's way towards you as the final fight ensued. There, it sat, until you became deceased, and now, here you are."

"What does it want with me?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out - you see, you aren't the only one that grasped my mentality from that sword. The beast did it also. I think it's a reason bestowed upon reality - a way in which - every form of evil has a weakness, and it can't exist without a weakness, We are the weakness."

"No. You're evil too aren't you. You're waiting until the opportune moment to kill me and or/Esdese. That's what you're doing. You're toying with me because you are that trump card - you're the evil spirit that Akame spoke of - why are you doing this?"

"Tatsumi, I am no evil spirit, besides, if I wanted to kill you, there have been plenty of moments that I could have , besides. Here."

She reached an arm around her back, shuffling her skirt as the shadow followed it;engulfing her arm, but then shining the small morning dawn atop of it. The object she revealed was a knife, holding a pretty common design. It looked like a standard kitchen knife;one she probably pulled from some drawer. The white void shined on it as she began to speak.

"Take this knife, and stab your arm with it."

"Why in God's name would I do that?!"

"Okay, Slice your arm with it then. Do something to draw blood."

Tatsumi hesitated greatly, wiping the blood with the now half-red rag;grabbing the knife with a shaking hand.

After growing a tight loss of tenacity within the majority subject, Mura took the knife from him swiftly; striking his hand as he watched in shock;holding the rag up to his eyes.

With his hands visibly shaking, he took the rag down to discover the wound in his arm. He wasn't bleeding.

It wasn't blood, nor was it anything red. It was a pure, white light.

-ILH-

Two days have passed since that incident, and Tatsumi was prepared for anything to turn out the way it did. He was still astonished;having that his blood wasn't actually blood. The bleeding of his eyes still began in the morning, and ended within fifteen minutes or so.

The voices he heard were all but the same. They all came from the same sound, the same treacherous, voice cracking sound that he heard in his head.

"We'll play a trick on all of them."

That's what it said.

Tatsumi's mental state dwindled as he walked down the broken dirt path. His group were constantly badgering with one another - Esdese caused major problems every turn they made - threatening to kill Akame or "punish" Wave for his supposed "betrayal". He didn't know when or how, but he was sure that Esdese had an intention of evil - somewhere hidden in that blue void of hers.

The unlikely accompanied group made their way down the long, dirty pathway - heading towards a nearby forest. Tatsumi had an incantation - the next Trakunikiss wing should be found nearby where Sheele became deceased.

I'm sorry for the short chapter, but things have been happening here. There has been major crime going on and a family member has passed. I will be uploading a more longer, more incentive chapter in the next few days. Expect that! You will be more informed if you follow me on Twitter. Until then, hope you stay happy.

- Jambles