Ohayo, Peeps. I'm once again back squeezing out another chapter like its juice from a lemon. Well, I am busy with work from multiple subjects, I decided to take a break and just… write, you know?

Thank you all for the feedback, the original fight I put on made Tatsumi seemed incredibly OP, too much so. I had this idea in my head that they were all underestimating him when they fought (in the original) but one very smart individual, who I thank severely, pointed out that Akame is always ready, she never underestimates. So I went back and changed the whole fight so that it wasn't easy for Tatsumi, but he wasn't completely overwhelmed as well. His has constant vigilance, after all.

Wammybahr: I wouldn't say he is a sadist, per say. I'd say that he inflicts whatever punishment he deems worthy to those that fight the peace that he strives for. However, in a way, yes, he is a sadist.

Dragonball256 – Yes, it does appear to be Akame x Tatsumi because that is what my mind keeps telling me that it should happen. In the anime as well.

AsheriteAbyss13 – Indeed, I hope the increase in character development between everyone and the way they all interact will be sufficient enough for you - and the rest of the readers - to feel as though you've known these people your whole life. I want you to be in the situation where you really feel when a character goes through something rigorous or if someone dies.

Well, like I said. Thank you all for the feedback. In an AN near the bottom, I will recommend a story by a good writer that has caught my eye, hopefully this person will continue to update :)

On with the show!

Note: xXxEdited ChapterxXx

XxXxX

It had been two weeks since the mansion siege had taken place and no one in the Imperial Guard could pinpoint who had done it. A complete mystery that wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon. It wasn't that this attack was the first. There had been multiple attacks on mansions and citizens by the dangerous terrorist group known as 'Night Raid' where the bodies would be found in a puddle of their own blood.

This attack was different though.

This happened to be the first attack where the bodies of over 100 people had simply…rotted away, as if eaten by bacteria. Now, one that understood biology would know that it takes longer than 10 hours for living material to decay. Most of the imperial guard knew this, having worked with protecting the citizens of the Capital City and having buried more than a few. Everyone that looked at the scene was more and more baffled and everyone tried to come up with a solution as to what had taken place.

Scientists from different lands had been called in to investigate the scene, some saying that it could have been a new bacteria that wiped out the family and guards. This theory was blown out the window, however, when every single body was found with a slash mark made from a sword.

This only led to one conclusion that anyone could think of.

It was Night Raid.

And it looked like they had a new member. A dangerous member.

It didn't look good for the Imperial Guards if they were to fight the monster that could slaughter hundreds and simply let their bodies rot away. It was torturous, still being alive while your body and internal organs rotted away rather quickly. It must have been pain of the highest regard. So no, it didn't look good for them.

Usually, however, Night Raid attacked every night. The guards knew this, yet they couldn't predict where they would strike next. All they knew was that an attack happened every night. Recently, they hadn't been following this regime though. It had been two weeks and no noble man of any class had been killed, not one.

Strange.

Some came to the conclusion that Night Raid had moved out the city. Others concluded that they were planning for a massive attack on the Emperor's Mansion.

One man stood alone in his view.

His name was Ogre. A big burly man with jet black, slicked hair that had two white patches either side of his face. His teeth were pointy and a large scar was over his left eye. He wore complete metal armour that covered his torso and wrists where he had hidden blades.

This man was a Captain of the Imperial Guard, and he knew why Night raid hadn't attacked.

If one was too look at the clues, all the previous Night Raid attacks had left the victims dead, flesh still on their body and looking like they had drowned in their own blood. Not rotted away to nothing but bone with only a single slash mark present. It was an odd sensation he had in his gut that he just couldn't get rid of.

The assassin wasn't with them. They were looking for them.

An assassin of such calibre would be a hazardous opponent to fight, and Ogre, as prideful as he was, didn't think it would be a fight he could win.

So why was he also roaming the streets in the middle of the night looking for the assailant?

A good question that Ogre would really have one answer for. HE wanted the assailant on his team.

It was that simple.

If the person who had fought 100 guards and won was on their own, not part of any type of group, then why shouldn't he try and recruit the fellow? He would not only increase the defence of the Imperial Guard, but he would also impress the king with his recruitment and hopefully land himself in a position higher than Captain.

Esdeath's private Squad.

Esdeath; the tall, beautiful and slender woman with long blue hair and blue eyes. The General of the Army that had yet to lose a fight with her in command. She was the ultimate prize. Every man of high ranking, whether they be noble or general, had at one stage, asked for her hand in marriage. If one was to impress her enough, maybe they would have a chance, but she wasn't one that was so easily impressed.

That was why he wanted to be on her personal team. If he could impress her enough, and having lots of contact with her, day in and out, then maybe he could get her to fall for him.

A crude plan that only bettered Ogre than the Imperial Guard. He knew that, but he was a corrupt man at heart. He would do anything if it meant he could better himself in the city. Bribes were just a bunch of things he had accepted and girls were what he played with.

So here he was, slowly walking down the street looking for anyone that looked suspicious in any way. He had a feeling that seeing him walk down the street would make the person give themselves away just enough for Ogre to notice. As of yet, he had yet to find anyone suspicious.

The time he spent wondering down the streets allowed the burly man to think back to yesterday. He had a man executed, an innocent man that was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The man was accepting a bribe to turn a blind eye on a slave trafficking business. The bribe was good, so Ogre felt no need to slaughter the owner. The man that he killed happened to be walking into the shop above that was to act as the cover.

Having seen the man buy some sort of food for his family, Ogre had him captured and executed because he felt like it. The man was there, and he felt in need of killing someone.

He would admit, he was corrupt, but in his position of power, there wasn't much anyone could do to stop him.

Walking down one more street, Ogre noticed that the Slave Trafficking shop that he had visited yesterday was still open. Deciding that he didn't want to search for this mysterious assassin any longer, Ogre walked to the shop and pushed the door open.

No one was manning the cover shop.

"Strange," the man said out-loud. There was usually a man always manning the counter. He walked down the secret entrance that was located at the back of the food store, having noted that the door was open slightly. Again, not something that should have gone amiss.

When the big man wretched the door open to where all the slaves were kept, his eye widened dramatically. Nothing could have prepared his senses from the overwhelming sight of blood on the floor, the stench of death heavy in the room and the traffickers that had all been alive yesterday were hung from the ceilings by their own intestines.

The sight was almost enough for the man to wretch up his food from earlier that day. It was inconceivable. How could this have happened?

"You finally arrived." A dull voice spoke. It lacked emotion greatly and it was almost like a robot had spoken.

Ogre knew who had done this. It was obvious. His head spun around so fast that it looked like he had snapped his neck, his body following only milliseconds after to get a good look at the assailant he had wanted to see for two weeks.

What he saw was a shock.

It was a boy, no older than sixteen at the most. His brown hair coming across and resting just above his eyes while his hands and arms were crossed over his chest. A dark red coat with a black undershirt was covering his torso while dark rouge pants were on his legs. A sword that was horizontal across the bottom of his back was only just visible.

Ogre had seen children that were strong with a sword, but never had he seen a child that could lay waste to 100 men. The boy in front of him had eyes like an emerald that looked frosted over, a glare so strong that it made the burly man step one foot back.

This was the kid that sieged the mansion.

This would be his assassin.

"I'm not scared of you, fucker! You're half my size and half my age!" Ogre shot to the boy. He was faking confidence to try and save face. The kid must have known about his dealings the day before to know where the trafficking was.

Pulling out his sword that he kept on his waist, Ogre lunged forward with the intent to kill. His muscular legs becoming prominent as he ran towards the boy that had yet to move.

Once the large man was within range, he swung the sword with all his strength to try and sever the boys head from his shoulders. The sword getting closer and closer to the boys head until it was only an inch away.

"I've got you, boy!" the man shouted in triumph as the sword was inches from the boy's neck.

It was within that same time that Tatsumi disappeared from his spot. Ogre's sword flew harmlessly through the place that he had just occupied, nothing but air meeting the blade as resistance.

It was impossible, the man thought that no one could move at such high speeds. The boy had literally vanished into thin air. As the man craned his neck around the room to find sight of the boy, he noticed brown hair 20 yards away from his back.

The boy had his own back turned to the man as he looked up to one of the traffickers that was hung from the ceiling. The sight still wanted to make Ogre hurl.

"Amazing how much strength the Intestines have, isn't it ogre?" the boy questioned rhetorically. It was amazing to him, be he already knew that.

Ogre growled loudly as he noticed the boy disregarding him so simply. He was a general for God's sake, he commanded respect!

The boy still had his back turned, Ogre ran as quickly as he could. His sword thrown with his right arm from left to right in a backwards horizontal slash to the boy's torso. The man was certain he would hit this time, he had to, and the boy wasn't even looking at him.

Then it happened again. The boy simply vanished without a trace. Ogre's sword swung freely again but this time the man wasn't allowed time to look for the boy. A sharp pain rocked the man as he felt two ribs snap under the pressure that sent him flying into one of the walls.

The boy was stood there with one arm outstretched, the palm of his hand facing towards where Ogre had just flown off from. His eyes still set in stone as he watched the burly man cough up some blood.

Surely the man would realise that this was a fight he couldn't win. Tatsumi wouldn't allow it. The plan that ran through his mind was down-right diabolical. He would destroy the man's courage, show the man that he was useless to stop what Tatsumi would do to him. Useless for him to even attempt to fight back.

Just like he and the Traffickers had done to the Slaves they brought in.

It was retribution of the highest order. He would make the man feel the same suffering feeling that every single slave felt before he arrived. He would break the man mentally before he killed him physically. That was the retribution he required to atone for his sins.

For two days Tatsumi had been trailing Ogre now. Two straight days of living in the man's shadow watching him and his actions. Tatsumi had first been tipped off about Ogre when he had overheard two men who were having, that they thought was, a private conversation in a stall over a bite to eat. Being curious, Tatsumi supressed his presence and shadow-walked into the shadow that the circular table gave off in their booth.

"Yeah Ogre's great, all I had to pay him was 5450 yen. Cheap bribes and we can keep our businesses open." The smaller man chuckled, clearly he thought this 'Ogre' was the greatest man in the world.

"Really? Only 5450 Yen?! Is he just stupid or doesn't he care?" the man said through a chuckle laughing at his own joke. So stupid.

"I think it's a mixture of the two, my good man, a mixture of the two." They both clanged their drinks offering a toast to a prosperous life. It's a shame that a bribe to keep a business open sounded like an Illegal job that neither of them would live from.

"I've got a few new girls coming in tonight, maybe you'd want to come down and give them an examination?" the smaller man said haughtily, a sick gleam appearing in his eyes and a small smirk on his face.

"It looks like I will have to, 'Boss'." He said condescendingly and agreeing with his friend.

Finishing their drinks, they stumbled out of the bar slightly while holding onto each other. Their cheeks were tinged red and the taller man was hiccupping a little, both of them having had too much to drink. That's why when they stepped down an alley for a shortcut that neither of them had known they were bisected from the waist down.

Flopping to the floor with the smiles still on their faces. What a nice way to go.

When he had arrived at the god-forsaken shop where the trafficking was held, the boy was disgusted. It was at the moment that he saw all the girls broken and lying on the floor, dirty juices over their faces and running down their exposed thighs that he went on a rampage sparing no one. The girls were too broken and dying to know what to do with their lives anymore. He killed everyone. Some because they were going to be judged, others, like the girls, so they could escape reality. They didn't deserve to be here like this.

Refocusing on his opponent who was slowly pulling himself out of the hole he made in the wall, the large man coughed up a copious amount of blood. His broken ribs had ruptured internal organs. Good.

"You have felt but a miniscule of my power. The next hit will be much stronger." The boy announced, his plan to break the man's spirit already set in motion when the man looked horrified. His right arm was holding the left side of his chest where the ribs were, while his left arm had some of the plastering off the wall jarred in it.

Seeing that the man wouldn't respond, Tatsumi disappeared again only to reappear on the left hand side of the man. He launched a closed fist this time at his injured side that threw the larger man harder and faster into the wall adjacent to the first one.

He wasn't dead. Tatsumi could clearly sense his life energy, even if it was fading.

It took longer this time for the man to climb out of the wall that he had impacted. There were four ribs that had broken the skin on the side of his torso. The armour he wore had been so dented that a fist mark was left in the Steel Casing.

"S-Such strength," coughing up more blood onto the ground as blood also fell from his ears, "h-how is it possible?" he asked. Ogre thought he was strong, but you couldn't dent Steel by a pure punch alone, it should have been impossible.

Tatsumi didn't even reply, this time he slowly walked towards the man. He released the evil presence that his sword always gave off upon the man, enjoying how his knees buckled instantly at the rush of power.

His Dakusouru was such a magnificent weapon. The only sword of its kind, yet not the only Divine Beast Weapon that was made. He would find the other two, he knew he would.

As he walked towards the downed man, Tatsumi gradually released more and more of the swords oppressive powers onto the man as the sheer force alone burst blood vessels in his eyes. It was magnificent watching as the man's will to survive and surrender take over his conscience. Tatsumi could tell that the need to survive was greater as he watched the man. It looked like he was about to surrender over his will.

Ogre stared at the boy that was walking closer and closer to him. The oppressive power and evil energy that washed over him was drowning, no matter how he shook his head to rid himself of the things he was seeing, he couldn't help but gulp and kneel in terror as he witnessed his own death before it would happen.

He had seen the boy sever his head from his spine and mount it to a spike where he would then place it in front of the Emperor's Mansion. The boy hadn't even reached him yet and he had already seen his death.

He needed to surrender. He had to give up and hope the boy would be merciful in his execution, maybe even let him be if he promised to never take a bribe again.

Yes, he would do that.

"S-Stop! Please, I promise, I promise I won't ever do a bad deed again!" the man pleaded, he grovelled at the boys feet who had stopped walking with a mere arms distance between them both. He truly thought the boy would be merciful.

"I beg of you," the man said as he bowed lowly, "I wo-won't ever take a bribe, kill or hurt anyone in any way ever again. Please, just let me live." He was grovelling lowly now, the way his shoulders shook looked like he was crying, but the boy knew it was from the pain of breathing with six broken ribs.

"You won't do anything again?" Tatsumi asked.

Hope sparked in the man's voice at the boy's question, maybe the boy would let him off for now as long as he stuck with his promise, and by Jove he would!

"N-nothing ever again, Sir. You have my promise." The man repeated while lifting his head to look at his merciful executioner. Maybe he would have been merciful if, as soon as he raised his head, a sword didn't come and chop his head clean from his body.

Tatsumi had severed his head, just like Ogre's epiphany had foretold.

Ogre's expression of joy was still etched on his face from having thought that the boy would be merciful. It was the man's own fault for getting his hopes up, Tatsumi didn't do anything.

It was done. The man had been broken and killed. The silence was bliss to the young boy's ears. In the silence, there would be no fights, no injustice or greed. It was perfect.

Sighing and flicking Dakusouru off to the side to rid the blood off of it, he turned around in time to see two people run in front of him. It was the cute, black haired girl and the large breasted women from two weeks ago.

Leone, her name was, looked shocked at the carnage while the black haired girl showed no outward emotion. She definitely was worth looking into.

"Y-You killed Ogre?!" Leone shouted, that must have been their target for the night.

"I did." The boy finished. Turning around sharply he headed for a shadowed corner of the room where a door was located.

"Wait!" Leone's voice shouted from behind causing the brown-haired boy to stop walking momentarily, "We want to recruit you to our cause, join Night Raid. With you we could kick start the Revolutionary Army into attacking the Capital!" she said quickly hoping to get all her words out at once.

Tatsumi turned slightly to stare at the black haired girl Leone was with, noticing that her eyes had shifted slightly, she wanted him to join as well.

What did he have to lose by joining them? Technically, they were doing the same thing as he was, they were killing for their own reasons but they all met up to reach the same goal. He should really join them.

However, he had some scouting to do first and he couldn't do that while tied down to an organisation. He would have to be wary about his scouting seeing as people would soon be after him.

He would decline for now, but if they managed to meet again and they offered, he would accept.

He wouldn't say no.

"I'll have to decline as of now, I have important things to do," he noted their crestfallen expressions with a soft sigh, "however, should we meet again, I shall join your organisation." With his peace said, he turned and left for the shadow slowly disappearing as they watched him.

The next few weeks would turn out to be eventful.

XxXxX

Well People, that's the Ogre fight done for now. I felt like this would be a small chapter for you to ponder as to what Tatsumi meant by scouting and what he does when he tried to enact his judgement and retribution on people.

Now I'm serious this time, don't expect a chapter out tomorrow. I will seriously be busy the whole week staring from now. But, I'll leave you with this Chapter to try and keep you enticed to wanting to know what's going to happen next.

The Story I recommend is called 'Kill the Clan' by KeitaroHigurashi. It's a decent story that I hope you will enjoy, and while some of the words might not be strung together correctly, it's merely because Keitaro first language isn't English, and as they say, Practice makes perfect. Good luck, KeitaroHigurashi! ^.^

Peace out y'all, night!

RxR