Note: Consider this as a sorta sequel to Spar, only more... unexpected, to say the least.

"Yo, Akame! Care to join me for a match?" Bulat called out to Akame as he saw her running by the practice field.

"I can't right now. I have to head to the forest for some gathering."

"Not even for a little bit?"

"I wish I could, but I can't."

Ever since they last sparred, Bulat had been asking Akame to spar with him non-stop. This past week, he had asked her about thirty times. It was a number that would've driven Tatsumi weary (and possibly insane), but Akame didn't mind. It was important to train after all - who knew when the enemy would strike at any given moment? Besides, it was nice for Bulat to expand his selection of training partners besides Tatsumi.

A light bulb sprung on Bulat's head. "Tell ya what: if you fight me, I'll take you to a nice little restaurant and you can choose whatever your heart desires. My treat."

Like a little girl going to the candy store, Akame sparkled the moment he said "restaurant." Within a matter of seconds, she sprung out of her clothes to reveal her training outfit underneath. "Let's do this!" she elatedly exclaimed. Even Bulat stood stunned by the speed of her reaction. "I want to pick all the delicious meat on the menu when the time comes!"

Bulat smiled. "Whatever you call for, sweetheart."

...

Sweetheart?

Akame was a little thrown off by this sudden term of endearment, but she brushed it aside. Knowing Bulat, he was probably being friendly as usual. And knowing him even further, the sudden term of endearment was probably a joke.

20 minutes of intense sparring later...

Akame and Bulat were completely wiped out, having given it their all.

"Hah, hah... well done!" Bulat panted. "I'm still amazed, hah... you're even better at this than Tatsumi!"

Although Akame would never say it, she did agree. It wasn't like she had a high opinion of herself. Tatsumi still had a long way to go.

"However, hah... your form needs some work."

"My form?" Akame was confused. She thought that her form was perfect. "What's wrong with it?"

Bulat eventually recomposed himself and walked in her direction. "Here, let me show you." He took Akame's staff and began to play around with it. "You see, the key to fight efficiently is to loosen your stance. If you tense your muscles before you jump into action, your moves will become stiff and controlled. If you relax your muscles however, you'll have a higher chance to flow more freely."

Observing the man's fluid movements, Akame never realized that there was another way to fight in the midst of danger. "I see. May I see what it feels like?"

Her request seemed to please the pompadoured man - almost eagerly so. "Certainly." He strolled by the girl's side and slouched down so that he could see her by eye level. Hovering his muscular arms over her delicate ones, Bulat allowed Akame to share his grip on the staff. It was an odd sight, for the girl looked so tiny compared to the massive hunk.

"Now, spread your legs apart, but not too far so you won't lose your balance," Bulat instructed, guiding one hand over Akame's leg. He slid his hand up until it reached her hip.

All nice and slow.

"Then move your hips around so you'll be able to keep your flexibility."

"Okay...?"

"Trust me, I know."

Akame didn't understand how this would help her, but she obliged nevertheless. She pivoted her hips with his large hand by her side. Actually, this was pretty helpful so far. Akame never knew she could swing her hips so widely.

"That's right... now scoot in the closest direction you can see from."

What? Akame thought incredulously. Now these strange instructions were taking a turn for the stranger - and vaguer. "I don't understand. Can you please show me this 'scoot in closest direction?'"

Bulat removed his hand from her hip, put it around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. "Like this?" he asked, but with a tone that shook and sweltered Akame like a hot potato. It wasn't a tone aimed towards a student.

It was a tone aimed towards a lover.

Huh?!

Wide-eyed over the seductive tone, Akame turned to face Bulat - and saw those dreamy, sapphire bedroom eyes gazing upon her ruby orbs. She looked away from him. No. No, I must be seeing things. This has to be a dream, Akame reassured herself. But the tender caress to her waist made her realize this was far from a dream.

"You're trembling. It's not good to do this," Bulat added, his hot breath against her ear. "Relax your body." The suave words only sent more chills down Akame's spine - and not just the nervous variety, much to her shock. The red flush that crept through her cheeks harmonized with the intensely weird sensations throughout her body. The huffing and puffing. The pooling in her belly. The increasing weight of her flesh bulbs (with little dots perking up). The raging hormones bubbling within the girl were absolutely overwhelming.

And the amount of discomfort the man had seeing her like this was absolutely nonexistent.

"Come on, relax yourself," Bulat prodded. He moved his hand to Akame's back and pressed against it, causing her to arch back. Akame resisted the urge to let out a moan. She was sure that he liked men. Up until that point, he never saw her as more than a friend. Since when did he take an interest in her? Was there something about him that she didn't even know?

Eyes shut, lips pursed, Akame tried to break the moment with a hushed statement. "Bulat. I'm not a boy."

"Gender shouldn't matter when you're on the battlefield."

"N-no, I mean that-" Akame stammered. "T-this. Us-"

"We'll do whatever it takes to endure any kind of pain the Empire throws at us," the man interjected, completely missing the point. What the hell was Bulat doing, flirting with a girl? Had he gone deaf? Or blind? More importantly, did he even know he's flirting with a girl?!

Akame popped an eye to glance at Bulat. Angular face with desirable eyes. Chiseled pectorals dripping with sweat. Then again, he wasn't bad looking- Wait, what am I thinking?! she thought. I shouldn't be thinking about him like this!

Bulat dipped his hot breath to her neck. "Of course, that doesn't mean that there's not enough time to indulge in some pleasure." Rousing her hormones with his bizarre behavior, it was only a matter of time until Akame completely lost it and succumbed to his seduction. She lowered her gaze, only to notice something protruding.

In his pants.

Shwoop.

Before he knew it, Bulat felt a hard kick to his leg, toppling his balance.

Akame fled, flushed all over her face. She concluded that spending too much time around women must've messed his mind up.

Thought I was gonna exclude big ol' Bulat, huh? Well you thought wrong, suckers! MWAHAHAHA! *plays Bow Chicka Wow Wow in the background* Yeah, but I definitely made it racy here...

Heh, I could've made up some stupid pickup line, like, "I may be gay, but you're the only one that makes me happy." But that would be too corny to put that in there. :P