Note: The moment you've all been waiting for is here. *epic drum roll* All of the suitors have failed to woo over our midnight beauty, but can the icy dominatrix break the ice?!
"General Esdeath seems to have an intricate taste, don't you think?"
The Emperor and the Prime Minister were at dinner, discussing the General's wish in finding a lover.
"I mean, I truly do want to help her find a suitable suitor, but I do not know if there's anyone that would fit her requirements," the young Emperor continued. He brought out a list and read it out loud.
"Listen to this - 'First off, my darling can either be male or female, as long as they're an experienced fighter. I value strength and agility above all else. Secondly, they must be fearless and be able to hunt Danger Beasts. Thirdly, physically-wise I would like that person to be slender but well-endowed. Small packages or bosoms do not satisfy me. Fourthly, since I will be the dominant one, they must be younger than I am. And lastly, it would be nice if they had an aloof aura, for I would relish my time in making that person melt before my knees.'"
The Prime Minister rubbed his temple upon hearing such specific needs for such indiscriminate tastes. He wasn't quite used to the fact that Esdeath also had an eye for the ladies as well, but he couldn't object to it. Who knew what she might do to him if he spoke his mind?
"Well, plenty of our soldiers are very experienced - not to mention very hardened - but they're older than her and have bulky structures," the pudgy Prime Minister remarked.
"For the men's side, anyway!" the Emperor retorted. "What about the women's side?"
The Emperor pondered for a bit before giving his answer. "Although we have female soldiers, none of them so far has ever achieved high-ranking positions. I only recall General Esdeath to be the only woman who's achieved that title. Not to mention that although women are very slender and curvaceous, they're also naturally emotional - something that might put General Esdeath off." (He wasn't blind to Esdeath's gender; he just assumed that her subantarctic heart had no tolerance for tied tubes in a knot.)
"I see..." replied the Emperor. "Since General Esdeath will be hosting the martial arts tournament tomorrow, we'll just have to wait and see..."
The next day...
The center of a giant stadium laid upon warriors from vast parts of the Empire, battling for riches, fame, and glory.
And in the sidelines laid upon Esdeath, apathetic, disinterested, and utterly bored out of her mind.
"What. Is. This?" she punctuated in contempt. "I'm not watching a glorious battle, I'm watching filthy pigs flopping around like they're fishes. Disgusting." None of the warriors who have proven themselves victors ever proved victorious over her heart. Battle after battle, Esdeath spewed out repulsive comments towards them, and it seemed that she would have no luck in finding her tasty bun bun.
The next battle was the last match: a brawny, gigantic human-ox hybrid versus a mysterious, cloaked figure. On the verge of falling asleep, Esdeath paid no attention to the announcer's introductions. She might as well leave and focus on which village to plunder next. What's the use? Esdeath lamented. I'll never find my one true love. These weaklings laying out before me are just a waste of ti-
Before the ox hybrid landed the first punch, he crashed head straight onto the ground.
"?!"
Alarmed by the sudden collapse, Esdeath pulled herself together to register what just happened. From the audience's perspective, the cloaked figure propelled himself high into the air to deliver the first and final blow on the hybrid. The blow appeared to be in the form of a sword cut, but the hybrid showed no visible wounds and merely fell into unconsciousness.
Wha-what is this?! Impossible! No mere warrior could ever claim victory so quickly! Bulging eyes and gaping mouth galore, the formerly-icy woman stared at the cloaked figure. Who was this person? How did he deliver the finishing blow with such grace?
Ba-bump.
And that aura... there was something very cold to it, but also something very warm- no, not only that, but also something very raw.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
And the only visible sign of the person's identity was a sharp glint in those eyes - bloody red. The pure eyes of a killer.
Ba-bumpBa-bumpBa-bumpBa-bumpBa-bumpBa-bumpBa-bumpBa-bump...
Needless to say, it didn't take long for the chest-bursting heartbeat and rosy cheeks to make the lovestruck general think, I must make him mine! It was only then that the cloak slipped off that a cold bucket was poured over her.
"Wait a sec-! Is that Akame?!"
"Oh my god! It is her!"
"IT'S THAT NOT-PROTAGONIST BITCH FROM NIGHT RAID!"
Pretty soon, the entire stadium roared with anger over the fact that the exposed figure was one of the Capital's most wanted. And it was pretty justified: Akame had brought two swords along - a plain, old sword and the infamous Murasame. In addition, she wasn't intimidated in the slightest by the crowd's anger - and directed her focus on Night Raid's most wanted above her.
It would be utterly foolish for Esdeath to be unaware of Akame's reputation - hence her shouting, "MAKAHADOMA!", and using that trump card to freeze time around her. In that short span, she flipped like an acrobat and landed right in the middle of the arena - all while setting her sights on Akame. After doing what needed to be done, Esdeath allowed time to resume.
Ending with Akame stripped of her swords - and in replacement, a collar with chains around her neck.
"Huh?! She did it! She captured Akame!"
"Kill her! Chop her head off and stick it on a pole!"
"TORTURE HER LIKE THE REST OF THE CUTE CHICKS IN THIS SHOW!"
"SILENCE!" Esdeath's roar echoed throughout the stadium. "I am not going to kill this girl! If she is a member of Night Raid, then I will change her!"
...
"... What?"
"WHAT?!"
"And if anyone dares to get in between us, I will make absolute sure to dismember their torsos and throw their innards on top of crosses, SO THAT EVERYONE WILL SEE THE PIGS WHO TRIED TO TAKE DOWN OUR LOVE!"
To say that every single member wanted their souls to leave their bodies than to hear this disturbing, lovesick garbage was an understatement. But the most jarring of all was Akame, whose breathless question before the audience's shouting was an ominous signal of what's to come. And the amorous stare from Esdeath did not help at all...
Later that night...
"... Nnnh, Akame-chan, when you squirm like that, it makes me want you more~"
"KUROME! KUROME! WHERE ARE YOU, KUROME?!" Akame was clawing her fingers on the ground, resisting an aroused Esdeath on top of her. The older woman was wearing nothing but an open blouse, exposing her voluptuous melons for all the horny fanboys to jerk off to.
"I know we haven't gotten to know each other in bed, but... if you want to do it on the floor, then why don't you say so? You naughty girl..."
As if failing to kill and trying to escape from a general in heat wasn't enough, Akame felt something dripping on her leg - something to which she wanted to know absolutely nothing about. "KUROME! KUROME!"
"Oh, Akame-chan~ Together you and I will be the strongest couple - WE WILL DOMINATE THE EARTH!"
Akame wanted to die. A day in the torture chamber would've been far more merciful than being someone's sex slave.
"KKUUURRRRROOOOOMMMMEEEEE!"
And for the rest of the night, the icy dominatrix tried to melt her way through the midnight beauty's heart with megalomaniac mating calls... Yeah, don't know whether the last section should count as a rated M or not...