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Sorry about the lateness…I do have a life just like you! Xx

I changed the duel scene between Akame and Tatsumi in chapter 4 so yeah read it again if you want. Hahah I'll probably be taking a little break around Christmas so I won't upload for another two days maybe? So no smut guys. Just making out…passionately. Also new fan fiction coming out next week! Yeah that will be all… Enjoy guys and don't forget to review please!

There were utterly no words to describe the torturous feeling of walking through the abandoned, frozen village at Midnight. Corpses of deceased lined the walkways of the settlement. The two drew their blades and trudged into the deep snow, only filled with sadness and despair as they looked around the demolished, frosted buildings. Icicles hung from what little shelter there was in the ruin. The snow continued to fall and fall, coating their clothing in a freezing embrace. Tatsumi's facial expression was one of horror and sorrow as he stared straight into the eyes of a young, brown-haired man's frozen corpse. His last countenance was one of fear and terror, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The brutal massacre of so many innocents sickened him beyond belief. Akame however walked around observing, trying as best as she could to hide her grim expression. Tatsumi's fists clenched as he thought of the four hundred-thousand soldiers killed in the line of duty. All of those lives were brutally taken under ten seconds. 'Why didn't I kill her sooner…She was a monster …' he whispered, gritting his teeth and holding back tears. 'It's not your fault Tatsumi; we all take blame for her actions. She paid her price.' She told him, turning to face him. She dragged her red eyes of his concerned face to stare behind him, focusing on the wintery, crisp wind. Returning her gaze back to his green orbs, she opted to look for shelter.

There wasn't much in the village. The pair searched many broken houses and rummaged through wreckage for anything useful. Tatsumi watched Akame as her trench coat blew back, exposing her tight black outfit. Her red velvet tie, once again collided with her face, sending her into a brief state of blindness. Tatsumi giggled and ripped his eyes of her, focusing on his task at hand. He used his double-edged blade to dig through the snow, trying to locate any hidden items or provisions. There weren't many options for shelter either. Most of the facilities were either completely destroyed, or half demolished. A select few were completely frozen and un-accessible. Akame looked out into the distance, only seeing clouds, snow and a small group of birds, heading west. 'We're maybe an hour from the Iron City,' she decided. Tatsumi looked over gave a weak smile. The temperature was starting to get below freezing, and soon both Night Raid members where shivering madly. 'We need to move!' Akame yelled through the blizzard as she dusted frost of Murasame. 'Agreed!' Tatsumi yelled back, shielding his face from the constant shards of ice.

After another hour of ambling around the depressing location, they found an old, frail wooden shack, uninhabited by corpses and rodents. The two crashed through, practically tripping and falling in. Tatsumi recovered first and kicked the door close. Akame then barred it with a wooden plank. The little facility housed a fire place, a single broken bed and an old dining table. Tatsumi lit the fire place, then kicked off his boots and hung his socks up to dry. Removing his white, hooded trench coat he set himself down near the fire, lying on his side. Reaching his hands out, the fire gently comforted his cold flesh, inviting the color back into his palm. Akame watched him dreamily, for a moment forgetting all the troubles in the world, just focusing on him. She didn't notice his stare back. 'Akame?' Tatsumi questioned while waving to get her attention. 'The way his brow furrowed when his look of concern struck his face was so cute!' She quickly snapped out of her brief stare before blushing and pacing over to join him. Akame sat cross-legged and reached for the iron pole. She tended to the warm fire, moving the coals around and shifting blocks of wood. The flame seemed to dance around the wooden chips, leaning to the side as soft wind blew through the shelter. The blaze glowed brighter as Akame finished, placing the pole next to her. The whole time Tatsumi idly stared at her concentration, wondering what she was thinking. 'She looks so calm and composed again. Is it the mission maybe?' he wondered. Akame noticed his stare, but couldn't shift her face to meet his. Instead she focused on the tiny ashes floating down from the fire, an observed their bright singed edges, turning to dust as they fell to the floor.

They were the last two surviving members of the Night Raid. Over the course of three years, seven of their comrades, and closest friends died. 'How long is this mission supposed to take? Maybe a year? Two at most?' he thought to himself. For the last three years, he had spent them killing off Empire scum and saving people's lives. Was killing one person really saving another? Akame sat up quickly and stepped over him. He looked over his shoulder to see Akame setting down their packs and folding their clothes. 'Last two huh…' Gazing back into the blaze he saw his Village, The Capital, and then The Night Raids secret hideout. 'Wonder if Akame and I will ever go back?' he idly thought, staring into the fire. He was brought back to reality by the thud of her feet as she resumed her spot next to the hearth.

Tatsumi finally spoke to her, breaking the ice (see what I did there). 'Who's our next target?' he questioned while picking at his nails. The tension lifted off his shoulders as the awkward silence broke. Akame tapped a finger to her chin before replying. 'I think its General Loku, Esdeath's lieutenant up there during the war. Apparently he's just as formidable as Budo. His Imperial Arms is a golden shield, making him very hard to hit. He can block every strike we throw at him.' She said, emotionless. He stared at her before thinking of another conversation topic. 'You told me about your past, but I never shared mine. I guess it's probably because no one asked, but I guess we have nothing better to do now.' 'It is only fair…' Akame added, not daring to take her eyes of the flame. She sat back, leaning on her arms listening intently. In the time that they shared Tatsumi told her of the many danger beasts he face, what his home-town was like, and what he would do back at his village. He told her about the mischief he, Sayo and Ieyasu got up to, and the many punishments they face together. The whole time Akame listened carefully, lying on her stomach with her head perched above her arms. She tried to picture the many interesting things he spoke of. The two assassins shared many laughs and stories. 'Yeahhh haahah, in the end Sayo and I both ended up falling off the roof!' Tatsumi said while chuckling. 'So that's what a normal person's childhood was supposed to be like?!' Akame said as she giggled, holding her stomach and rolling to her side. Her straight black hair covered her eyes while she continued her laughing fit on the floor. Both of them sat there on the wooden planks smiling at each other. In that moment no capital, or sorrow, or death existed. It was just the two friends talking and telling. All their worries came back to them as silence filled the room once more. 'Akame…' Tatsumi started. 'Hey you remember that time your fly was open?' Akame casually said. Tatsumi's expression changed, and his face heated up. 'I thought we weren't gonna talk about that again!' They both laughed for a while, until their joy fell back into the darkness that shrouded the shack. Tatsumi once again reflected on their journey up until this point. His thoughts wandered to the many times he had killed. He looked down at his hands, tensing and squeezing them. Over the years of training with Night raid, he had become stronger. Learned how to assassinate and fight. 'How many people have I killed? How many have died by these hands?' His look of joy and happiness had faded, morphing into one of sadness and despair 'What are we really fighting for now. Liberating the North… killing off more targets. Will it ever end? Will there ever be a day when we can truly be standing on the winning side and say we've brought peace to the world?' he asked. Akame sat there listening, also with a miserable expression. She could almost hear his voice cracking, becoming heavier and lower. 'At the end of the day, we just kill and kill. We are murderers. Murder is murder. We kill for justice, but still kill. How can we say we are good people after? How can I say I'm a good person? Who's to say we aren't killing innocents?' he continued, staring down at his clenched fists. He heard his knuckles crack before he loosened his tight grasp. The fire barely illuminated the cold, dark room, and the smell of burning wood hung in the air.

'Tatsumi… I honestly don't know if I can ever call myself a good person again. I've murdered countless people. You are right. Killing is killing. It doesn't matter if we have a reason for assassination, it's still taking a life. The truth is we will never be good people again, but we will be the one's fighting for the good people. The one's protecting them. That's what we are fighting for Tatsumi. I promise one day, there will be a winning side, and that will be ours. The one we forged, after all our hard work and losses' She looked him straight in the eye with all seriousness. 'Though I am not just fighting because I want to protect those particular people. I-I…' She stuttered to finish her sentence. She opened and closed her mouth, trying to find her words. 'Will he think I'm weird if I say it?' she questioned herself. Just as she was about to give up, Tatsumi spoke. 'I'm fighting for you, Akame. I've had feelings for you…for a long time. I regret not acting on them sooner. I'm sorry. You are the reason why I keep persisting every day. I want to be with you, from now to the end of time.' Tatsumi finished, giving her a reassuring smile while blushing. A thought of Mine's smile ran through his head for a brief moment before he returned back to reality. Akame's eyes fogged up as she clasped her hands to her mouth, wide in shock. Tears ran down her cheeks as she moved closer to him. 'Tatsumi…' He embraced her warmly, hugging her tightly before letting go to gaze into her radiant red eyes. His deep green orbs filled her heart with love and compassion, fuelling her desire to be with him. 'You scared me so much when you fell yesterday, you know that?' she whispered. 'I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again,' he chuckled lightly as their faces neared. 'Tatsumi…I want to be with you as well… she quietly said, as her lips came closer. 'I've been thinking about you for a while…and I like y-you…a lot,' she shyly added. He gave her a loving smile. 'I-I-Is this love?' she questioned herself. All thoughts she had disintegrated as Tatsumi's face came even closer to hers. 'This is it!' he excitedly thought as the distance between them was finally closed, and their lips crashed together.

Built-up passion and desire exploded inside them as made-out in front of the fire. Akame moaned into the kiss as his hands felt her body. A million things ran through her head as her arms flung around Tatsumi's neck. She honestly didn't know what to do. Akame decided just to follow the directions Leone taught her. 'What was the first? Be dominate?' She straddled his waist as his right arm snaked around her skinny waist, squeezing and fondling it. The raven-haired girl went with the flow, experimenting on the many spots she assumed would feel good. Her small hand fell down to his chest, rubbing in small circles as it dropped lower to his abdomen. Tatsumi's left found its way to her soft, raven hair, fisting her locks. Tatsumi, not being the most experienced pubescent young man, still knew how to operate in this situation. He brushed the bottom of Akame's lip with his tongue, pleading for access. Her eyes widened in shock, before hesitantly opening. The young assassin's tongue invaded her cavern, feeling all the sides before participating in a wrestle of dominance with Akame's. Eventually, he let her win, slowing down his movement and allowing her to enter his wanting mouth. They both moaned in melodic harmony as Akame explored, mimicking his earlier actions. He let go of the kiss for a moment, watching Akame pout from the loss of contact. He dipped his head into the space of her neck, licking and kissing his way down. Akame moaned the whole, and then lost it as he found her acoustic sweet spot. He took in her scent as he dragged his mouth of her collar bone, leaving little red marks and bites on her creamy skin. Raising his head to latch on to her earlobe, he sucked and nibbled gently, loving her sultry moan. Akame pushed him off to engage another intense lip lock. She sat on top off his laying form, assaulting his mouth while cupping his face. Tatsumi's rough, calloused hands caressed her hips, lightly squeezing, and then moving down to slowly rub tiny circles on her toned thighs. Tatsumi could feel his growing arousal below, and groaned into the kiss when Akame moved, brushed her thigh against his hardening erection. She looked down wide-eyed and sat back, still staring at the mysterious thing in his pocket. Immediately she started panicking. 'Did I hurt you?' she question, concerned while looking apologetic. He looked at her briefly, and then burst into another fit of laughter. Her knowledge on sex was as uneducated as him when he first learned about it. 'Y-Your thing…and your groan?' she tilted her head to the right, asking for an explanation. 'No no no ahahahhaa… no it felt great Akame! That's why I groaned,' he told her while wiping a tear from his eye. 'Oh…ok,' she muttered as she lunged at him again, tackling him onto his back, once again locking her lips with his.

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Tatsumi's green eyes fluttered open as he awoke from a sweet dream. He looked down to see Akame's head resting on his chest, breathing lightly. He took in every one of her flawless features. Her black bangs that covered half of her fore-head, her long, thin eyelashes, her small nose and pink lips. 'She truly is a masterpiece, so beautiful' he thought as she stirred, reaching around to rest in the crook of his shoulder. Her right arm tugged at his yellow sweater in her sleep, clawing the fabric. 'Nightmare maybe?' Tatsumi wondered as he gently played with her long, straight hair. The couple didn't go past kissing in the dark last night, slightly disappointing the brown-haired assassin. Tatsumi respected Akame, and didn't want to her. He lay there with Akame sleeping on him, watching the sun beam shine through the frost-covered window. The strong wind shook the whole shack, causing it to creak and groan. Their fire had died down, reduced to nothing but coal and embers.

The two stayed like that for another half hour before Tatsumi finally woke his lover. She raised her head groggily, looking right and left before finally centering on her partner. She gave him a cute half-smile before collapsing on him again, shutting her eyes. He sighed, letting he snooze for another ten minutes before finally shaking her body into awakening. She instantly awoke from her lazy state when Tatsumi quickly forced his lips onto hers, much to her surprise. It dulled her senses for a moment, placing her in heaven. When he let go she pouted, missing the contact of his soft lips upon hers. 'Awake now?' he teased her. Akame blushed as she stood up, briefly stretching out her limbs. 'Morning Tatsumi, sleep well?' she questioned wearily. 'Of course,' he smiled. She grinned back at him before speaking again. 'I think we should head to the city now,' she decided. Akame grabbed her coat and tossed Tatsumi his. She then reached for both their packs and headed outside without a word. After putting on his boots, Tatsumi walked outside to meet Murasame. Akame stood in the chilly wind, carefully rubbing down her sword, watching it glisten in the sun. Suddenly, a spine-chilling scream pierced the air, shocking the two assassins. The two looked at each other before running to locate the source of the yell. Sprinting to a stop, their eyes widened in shock. The two assassins stared, frozen in shock, at the horror in front of them.

'M-Mine…' Tatsumi stuttered, barely able to speak.

'Kurome,' Akame coldly stared.

The two assassins faced the two in the world they loved most. Their opponents stood firmly, surrounded by the mutilated corpses of Capital soldiers. The crimson-red blood pooled at their feet. Mine was not herself anymore. Her eyes were murderous and full of hate, rather than loving and supportive. Kurome looked normal, smiling back at her sister as she drew Yatsufusa slowly, pointing at her sibling. 'This can't be right…' Tatsumi muttered between gritted teeth. Mine aimed Pumpkin, her arm cannon Imperial arms, right at his head.

'You're correct… None of this is right.'

Both Akame and Tatsumi turned to face the voice. 'I told you…your time has come.'

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