Well it old you I'd be updating regularly right? Now this is just gonna be light fluff no sex yet. Violence though so don't worry. So what happens when you put Tatsumi and Akame in a tent together…alone?
They had finally reached their first rest spot in what had seemed like a decade of non-stop walking through thick sand dunes and a piercing fiery sun that stung their skin. The sandstorm had died down in the evening, morphing into a soft, chilly breeze that only slightly swept small sand grains of the surface of their mounds. The moon had peeked out from under the blue sky, and risen to illuminate the black sky. The thick puffy, grey clouds above blocked the glistening, bright stars in the distance, twinkling through the night. Around them, sand still could only be seen, apart from the rare rock or two, which was obviously a special sight to behold.
Akame's long raven hair flew suddenly, colliding with Tatsumi's face as she flicked it without a care. As she did Tatsumi took the chance to stare at her creamy, slender shoulder and the dip of her lightly tanned neck. Her scent smelled of cherry blossoms and cedar. He tried to savor it before it dissipated into the night's breeze. They both collapsed to the ground out of utter exhaustion, both in a hot, sweaty mess.' Guess we should set up a tent, or maybe find some other shelter, this heat is unbearable.' Tatsumi tiredly stated. Akame rose from her cross-legged position and stared down from above him. 'Ok,' she said and turned her back to reach into her pack.
Tatsumi couldn't help but sneak a peek. 'She actually wears those-,'he forced his perverted eyes shut as she turned around to see a very red-face Tatsumi rocking his head back and forward, embraced by his gloved hands. 'What's wrong Tatsumi, did I say something?' she looked curiously at him, slowly tilting her head to the side, with the cutest expression he had ever seen, peaking from the small hole of his tangled arms. 'Nothing's wrong! I just thought of something funny!' he replied quickly, as he gave a small sheepish smile.' Oh, ok, well then help me set up the tent, it's almost midnight.' Did she say tent. One tent, a single tent that they would be…sharing.
'Ummmm, ok just let me get up first,' he bleakly stated as he pushed himself of the ground. He looked down to quickly realize he was covered in sand. 'Oh?' Akame noticed while looking back at him. In a flash she was at his side, brushing him down. She relieved his white coat of sand first, and then reached for his pants. The whole time he looked away, afraid of what she would do next. She brushed the sand off swiftly, nearly coming in contact with his groin region… Tatsumi tried hard not think about it.
'There, all cleaned up, so let's set up the tent and eat, I'm starving,' she said. Akame turned so her back face him, trying to hide her smugness. She could have touched him there, but HOW MUCH OF A PERVERT ARE YOU AKAME! Her thoughts exploded in her brain, sending her out of her little concentration and widening both her eyes into an expression of surprise and disgust. She wobbled over to the side a little, but just as she did, Tatsumi was again at her side, catching her before she had a chance to support herself.
'You seem a bit off, are you ok?' he cautiously questioned. He found it ironic that he was questioning her if he was ok, due to him being the one with a burning sensation all through his body, sending shocks up spiraling through each of his bones and back and fro from his spine to his pelvis.
Both of them continued to work towards setting up the tent. After Tatsumi falling over the pegs, accidentally tripping over string and collapsing the tent, they finally set up the final structure. Akame didn't seem to worried, and just laughed it off with him. As they joked over the fire they constructed. 'So what do you want to eat Tatsumi? We've got… meat, more meat and oh look more meat1' Her eyes turned into massive golden white plates with love hearts dancing through them, twinkling in a the darkness. 'I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?' They both burst into a fit of laughter, akame clutching her stomach as Tatsumi fell off the rock he sat on. 'He has finally regained the ability to laugh,' Akame thought as she calmed down from her giggling burst. ' I didn't know I could still do that, haha,' he told her as they sat near the fire, roasting eight evil bird drumsticks. Akame tended to the fire as Tatsumi watched her move the thin, brittle stick through the soft coals, warmly glowing under the pieces of dead wood they harvested. For a while there was dead silence, no sound or movement around them.' It should be maybe a day till we reach our destination or maybe les if we hurry,' she suddenly stated. His look of surprise to hear her melodic voice awoke him from his thoughts. She stared back and him, giving him a reassuring smile.
'Akame, thank you, for everything you have done, I would be dead if it weren't for you. You saved me countless times, and I've done nothing in return. Now that I've lost everything- actually not everything sorry, I still have you. Akame, you mean the world to me. I would achieve nothing without you, and I wouldn't have been able to get stronger. Thank you for spending this night with me.' He finished off with his signature grin.' It's been awhile since I've seen that crooked smile.' She said with her mouth covered and tears threatening to trace down her cheeks. Tatsumi reached out and wiped them away.
They both looked into each other's eyes as their faces came closer and closer slowly. Tatsumi could feel her faint glow, and the heat of her breath on his skin. It made goose bumps appear on his skin. He drank in all of her flawless features ash their faces neared. She could almost trace the shape of his features, finally realizing how handsome he actually was. As she moved her lips to bind his, a wave of intense heat hit both of them, sending chills throughout their bodies. Both of them stopped their actions and froze, realizing what they were about to do. Eighty thoughts seemed to race through their brains in that window of three seconds.
Akame always knew she had feelings for Tatsumi, but did he want this? Did he want his was the question she complicated herself with? Is this just a result of our longing for contact, or our sorrow and sadness we feel for the past Night Raid members? 'Akam-' he started, but before he could finished both of their ears tweaked. Footsteps could be heard, crushing the gentle sand, inching closer and closer by the second. Both of them stared straight into each other's eyes, with a piercing look of seriousness. 'Bandits,' they both muttered in synchronization. Their sights then face forward to analyze the situation. To the naked eye nothing could have been seen, but with their sensing…'Bandit's from the north,' Tatsumi whispered. 'And the south' Akame quickly added. They looked at each other one last time, both trying to formulate words in their head.
'Split.'
Tatsumi still thought of that awkward situation at the camp. He was so close, but why did he do that? What had gotten into him? Could it be that he was not only attracted but also didn't feel guilty about it? He pondered over his current plan of action. About forty metres from here. I'll attack silently, hiding from under the sand dunes. He flanked around to his right and hid behind a larger, more hill-like sand dune while he waited for the hostiles. Anyone would be able to tell they were bandits. The rags and bits of leather armor they donned, and the menacing half masks and trophies they carried around. They were a brutal bunch, raping pillaging, and massacring their way through the world, killing many innocent people. The bandits slowly crept through the night, making minimal noise. Tatsumi slowly drew his short sword. A steel blade that glistened in the night, almost illuminating his position. It's sharpness could only be described as death, and it felt light and comfortable in his clenched hand. He quietly waited, stalking his prey. He remembered the time he and Akame went fishing, where she first taught him how to hunt for targets and how to move stealthily. Opening his eyes he saw nothing but the five, no six bandits ahead. First he would slit the one on the back rights throat, and then jump on the two near the left holding the bows. He would come through to the right once again and directly attack the opponent, cutting in an upwards arc, severing his throat and lungs simultaneously, destroying his whole respiratory system. Finally he would- no he didn't have time to finish off the plan.
He moved to action, tracing around the right flank and dispatched the first enemy. As he sliced his thin throat a fountain of blood flew from his artery painting the ground in front and his blade a dark shade of crimson. The red liquid started pooling around the corpse in an oval shape as it fell to the ground. Tatsumi jumped on the two at the left, first stabbing one through the rib cage, feeling his lung collapsing around his blade, then twisting to completely obliterate him, and then knocking the other to the ground with the back of his fist, crushing his windpipe. Quickly he released his blade and reached for the next opponent's neck, reaching under to find the right spot with his left hand and swiftly breaking it in one movement. He pulled his sword from the body of the fallen bandit and silently sprinted to the last on the right. He cut in an upwards arc of fiery just as the bandit turned around, only to get sliced in half. Blood flew from the crevice of his body, coating Tatsumi in a thick red wave. The last bandit turned around after hearing a cry of pain, only to see five of his comrade's dead bodies bleeding on the sand, and a glistening red triangle flying towards him at speeds unknown to men. Before he could even move his iris, the blade struck him in the chest. He could feel the hilt buried deep into his cavity. Tatsumi leapt forward, planting his boots onto the man's chest and pulling his sword fee while doing a front flip and landing horizontal to the corpse as it fell to the ground, with a spurt of blood squirting from his torso, painting the sand red.' Mission complete, six targets dead.' He stated looking back at the bleeding bodies.
'I wonder how Akame is doing.' He said as he looked back over his shoulder.
They were all dead in five seconds.
'Eliminate.'
Akame dove forward hitting one bandit in the throat with her pointed hand, breaking his respiratory pipe. The other enemy next to her unfortunately became another victim of Murasame, being sliced in half. His torso did a flip before landing next to the bottom region of his mutilated corpse. Blood flowed and came from the corpse, spraying another hostile in the eye. Akame took this chance to cut his throat swiftly, and then spinning kicked him to the side to die a painful death. She stared at the last five, and then in one second killed four of them with one horizontal strike, decapitating all of them in an instant. The last tried to run, but he was stabbed through the heart before he could even place one foot behind him. The blood flowed from the hole Murasame created, and he clenched his chest, starting to feel the burn of the incurable poison.
'All targets eliminated, mission complete.' She stated as the last man fell to the ground with a soft thud
Both of them regrouped at the camp. As she came back she saw that his coat and yellow sweater was coated in blood. She rushed over started stripping him. 'Do you have any wounds!,' she yelled as she ripped off his shirt. 'Of course not! Akame stop already jeez!' He yelled out of embarrassment. After he was relieved of all his clothes she inspected him, looking from all four sides. He stood there trying to cover-himself in his boxers. 'A-Akame s-stop already… your making me feel weird' he complained. After she was sure he had no hidden wounds she let him redress into his cleaner set of clothes. While he quietly scolded Akame and her weird ways.
'Are you alright as well Akame, maybe I should strip you1' he looked at her with a mischievous smile. With a look of embarrassment she yelled out 'I'm fine, I'm fine' as she flailed her arms out and moving away from him ever so slightly. They both burst into laughter again. The truth was, Akame wouldn't feel so bad if he did strip her-'NO NO.' She felt her cheeks redden as she reached for the evil bird drumsticks and offered some to Tatsumi. They ate reminiscing all of their favorite memories with the Night Raid. Of course Tatsumi ate two, while Akame devoured six.' I wonder all of that food goes,' he thought letting his eyes wonder down to her body, and then to her breasts. He quickly shook his head and forced himself to look away. 'Something wrong,' she asked with a concerned look in her eyes. He shrugged her off and looked into the distance sadly, still thinking about that moment they had before.
Akame was also thinking about their moment as they stared into the distance together. 'Maybe if we did,' she started. Then her thoughts wondered to Mine. Guilt and sadness fell on her shoulders instantly, weighing her down as if it were a tangible object.' Goodnight,' she softly said. Tatsumi watched her as she entered the tent. Are you coming in?' She questioned. He froze again on the spot, for what seemed like the twentieth time. Akame sure kept him on his feet. 'Uhhhh maybe I'll spend a little more time watching the fire. You sleep first!' he said back. She poked her head out of tent. 'Are you sure? There is nothing wrong with us sharing a tent together you know?' That did it right there. Tatsumi's mouth dropped and he fell of his rock for the second time in the night. He lifted himself up and from behind the rock he replied. 'Yeah I'll be inside the tent later, just give me a few minutes alone. She gave him a stupid look (You guys know the one that akame always does when her eyes are gray and her pupils are really small in awkward situations), then shrugged and said goodnight before returning inside the spacious tent.
He always wondered how she fit that thing in her bag as he looked back to the entrance, and scraped his gaze along the floor to the fire again. He sat there meditating for half-an hour, hopefully giving enough time for Akame to fall asleep. He gave the moon one last stare, and then removed his body from the rock, entering the tent.
What he found inside was better than everything he had ever seen.
Akame was fast asleep on her nap back, only wearing a white bra and matching panties.
Tatsumi's jaw dropped so fast and heavy to the ground that he may have cracked his teeth. He then remembered her saying something about the heat...and sleeping with light clothes. 'WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT DO I DO NOW?' He mentally question before looking over her again.
His face quickly heated up his cheeks became the most red they had been all day. 'The only though he could conjure was: 'WHAT DO I DO!' he carefully trod over her, trying to rip his stupid teenager stare from her curvaceous body. He had noticed before that she was beautiful, but her body in this exposed state was mind-blowing. As he lay down he faced the other way, trying not to think of all the naughty thinks he so badly wanted to do to her right now, and putting in so much effort not to get hard down there. Obviously his efforts were in vain, and his stupid teenage body was betraying him right there as he lay on his side, feeling the sensation of utter arousal and the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. He had never felt this way before, not even with Mine. The pain in his throbbing junk was killing him from the inside out. 'I've survived attacks from esdeath and imperial arm users from around the province, but I can't handle AKAME!?' he thought. His brain was about to explode in his head. The pain of resisting the urge to roll over and hump the beautiful girl lying practically naked next to him was unbearable. His member achingly rebelled against the cloth that was his trousers, creating another small tent.
He still lay awake after another half an hour, still with the tent. He almost envied Akame, being able to sleep while he lay next to one of the most attractive women he had ever had the chance to know. By no his body was shaking uncontrollably, trying to fight his arousal and urges. He may have been a virgin, but Lubbock taught him how to with the use of his dirty magazines and articles. He chuckled at the thought of Lubbock with a girl. His problem was becoming increasingly hard to deal with. He had three options: confess feelings now and be together for the night with his beautiful best friend, go outside to relieve himself, or die a painful death. He knew he would regret all three of them if he chose the wrong or the right one. Willing all his strength. He tried to suppress his growing arousal, finally collapsing his tent and removing thoughts of Akame from his brain. But when she turned over to spoon his chest, he gave up. He could feel her petite, perfect hands tracing his torso as she involuntarily pulled him closer in her sleep.
He was done.