Wtf's goin on! We have another chapter ayyayaay! So what do we have? A contract and a plot to bring the corrupted empire down just like they did in the capital? Yep pretty much.

The two assassins were perched high above the ground, latching cautiously onto the old, half-frozen clock-tower. The view below was breathtakingly beautiful, like a winter-wonderland if it weren't for all the frosted human statues with mortified expressions of terror and pale, mutilated corpses that decorated the broken streets. Their vision befriended darkness as the sun fell from the sky, over-taken by its opposite. Minute snowflakes floated down from the dark sky, littering the wintry air. Above the luminescent Moon gazed down on the couple from above, spreading its light and illuminating a portion of the shrouded skies. Clouds hung in the horizon, barely moving to cover the glistening stars.

Tatsumi clung to the stone wall, grasping his hand hold carefully, reflecting on the past day. His mind raced through the last few memories that he cherished, sifting through every thought as if he trying to locate the best part of each. The morning had been the greatest highlight, once again ravishing his significant other, then getting yelled at by the inn-keeper for constant complains of 'noise', then refilling their supplies and already-depleted rations at the local market. Every merchant at the little dull shop stalls looked even more depressed every time they passed, their faces drooping and grim expressions widening. Produce was also increasingly harder to find, looking at all the wares they could buy. Most food and water had already been bought or stolen by thieves, and many hungry, homeless people begged on the street for any scraps of food they could lay their skinny hands on. 'Dystopian' was barely a word to describe the hell that was the Iron city. It was hard to see, but their little stroll through the district had taken quite the toll on the usually neutral Akame, and by the end sadness was practically exuding from her presence alone.

Earlier in the morning he had also picked up a new sword, a custom one that had been ordered for someone else, but they never came to retrieve the magnificently forged silver piece. It was double edged, similar to his older weapon, but had a shinier tint to it. The hilt was slightly wider and instead of being dull near the bottom of the blade it was sharper and a tiny bit thicker. The weight was relatively light, even for its longish size. 'A cunning blade for a cunning Assassin', or so he thought. The blacksmith had just bagged him relentlessly for saying he was 'cunning' before Akame had dragged him off, not caring to separate them in a fist fight. Continuing on their path back to the inn they travelled through dwindling, turning paths and alleyways running in to many people trying to mug them on the way, before they reach the chose destination.

The sharp whisper of the cold wind awoke him, snapping the hero back into the harsh reality. "Tatsumi…" He turned to face his partner, meeting her alluring, blood red gaze. Too him, crimson wasn't a beautiful color. It usually signified death and blood, things that he had faces and given many times in the past, regretting most instances, but in this instance red was the most beautiful color in the world, radiant and vibrant glowing from his lover's iris. "Yes?" He simply replied, his lips quirked into a weak smile. As always, she was looking magnificent, perfect, in all of her glory as the wind swept behind her, blowing the long raven locks of hers to the side. Her trench coat was tightly wrapped around her, and the little breaths she drew could be seen from her mouth. "Our target is near, get ready." She informed him, eyes still scanning the city under them.

"Who's our target again?"

"Walter Galan, a wealthy merchant who kills people for pleasure when he's not stuffing his face and licks the high general's boot. He supplies the imperial army with food he trades, but most of the produce is stolen from farmers around this area. In his spare time he rapes women and raids villages, pillaging the stock and kidnapping children for sick torture. He must be eliminated."

"Alright then where does he live?"

"In his own private mansion. The boss just gave us the contract to kill Esdeath's conquest, but to bring down the whole corrupted empire; we need to take the small suppliers out first before we can actually kill the source of power. So in theory, this will take a very long time"

"Who's that then?"

Before she even heard his question Akame braced her sword and jumped off the building without another word, not looking back once. "Her sensing abilities are amazing… I'll be the one to kill this sick fool's wrath, just wait, " Tatsumi let out a loud sigh, before also pushing off the wall he stuck to and fell down, landing directly on the building below, feeling the old roof tiles crush beneath his boots. "The shop owners are not gonna be happy…"

Tatsumi watched his partner run of into the distance over rooftops, making crazy jumps and scaling walls easily. "She's insane…" he complained before following her through the concrete forest. Pebbles dropped from the roof edges as Tatsumi leapt from buildings, not caring to look down at the astonished citizens (Just think of them being all assassins creed up in this bitch but with Twilight vampire speed). Tatsumi's cloak blew madly behind him through the harsh air. Snow fell from the sky, conveniently landing all over his face and clothes. Brushing it off, he nearly fell into an alleyway if it weren't for his reflexes, involuntarily jumping across and landing with a sloppy roll. "Jeez…that was terrible…what would bro say!" The young man could just picture Bulat slapping him over the head.

Akame scaled the rooftops with ease, not wasting anytime. Foot followed foot quickly as she darted from side to side, dodging anything that stood in her way, ducking under clothes lines, flipping over fences and climbing walls. She glanced back to see her comrade keeping up with her lead, jump from building to building and climbing obstacles without hesitation. His hands slipped maybe once, but he caught himself, summer-saluting back into his rhythm. "He has gotten a lot better at this…" She thought to herself as her narrowing red eyes darted from building to building, calculating the easiest way to get around. Akame vaulted over a brass heater vent, pulling both legs to her chest and firmly grasping the metal with her two hands by her side. Tatsumi was coming up from behind, scaling a wall in a matter of milliseconds, hand over knees. Stamina wasn't usually a problem for the young assassin, but keeping up with Akame was hard enough on the ground. The two assassins never particularly practiced parkour or free-running, but were taught how to get around the city in any means possible, whether it be mingling and hiding within a crowd, or rushing over rooftops.

Finally reaching their victim's location, the couple came to a sudden stop to observe the chaos below that was slowly unraveling into a rebellious act out of desperation rather than a protest over leadership. Citizens of all kinds, merchants, farmers, fisherman all grouped up brandishing home-made spears and blades. Their weapons were of low value and wouldn't last more than a few seconds in a fight against trained guardsmen. "I can see why they're angry, life here must be terrible." Insults and curses whirled through the air as the peasants charged the mansion's gates, demanding access in to the barrage of guards, who all wielded cocked rifles, aimed at the mass group of people, threatening to blow al their un-significant lives away. "A riot huh? Weird how one tiny piece of metal can end one's whole life," Tatsumi quietly said solemnly, fixating his gaze on the patrol below. "I'll kill them all, and then we'll have a distraction if we let the riot into the homestead. They don't really have to die though, do they?" Akame shot a glance to her partner full of concern. "Eliminate them before we enter, might be the wisest choice." Akame suggested, tapping a finger to her chin deep in thought. "I don't really want to, but I will if there's no other way. I'll handle these guys head on; just wait here for my signal." Before she could even argue against his reckless judgment, the brown-haired assassin sprung into action, wall running onto the building next to them that allowed perfect access beyond the gate. His feet merely skimmed over the brick as he landed with a roll. "Observe and justify the target." The words hung in Tatsumi's head. They were of his dear sister's, Leone. He blinked once then focused his tunnel vision on every single man who held a fire-arm. He took in their features, their expressions, and their actions. All were part of the actual assassination contract target's personal guard, which meant all were guilty and deserved a swift death. "They're all monsters; killing innocent people who even trip over in this sadistic bastard's presence…I'll destroy them all…" Tatsumi winked back at Akame over his shoulder before diving. "What the hell is he doing?" Akame looked closer at the group of foot soldiers, each ready to let their lead fly. She saw each donned the symbol of personal protection, the insignia of a skull and three swords in their dirty, ruffled uniforms. None of the guards knew what hit them in that moment of hysteria and confusion. Smoke erupted from bombs that fell from the sky and exploded on contact with the ground surface, rendering their visions blind. The fog seeped through the area, coating all that stood before the two assassins in thick grey. Tatsumi took his window of opportunity and gingerly crept forward over the side roof, preparing to pounce. He landed on two of the men, crushing their throats underneath his feet. The crazy adrenaline rush he endured sent liquid fire through his veins, getting him pumped and ready to receive any attacks.

Drawing his new sword, Tatsumi incapacitated three of the men with one horizontal strike, separating all their torsos from their waists. As the smoke finally cleared Tatsumi rose, straightening his back. His head lifted, showing an expression of utter malice and determination, his glistening sword pointed at its destination. "Beg the devil for mercy, for you shall all be judged by him." Crimson-red blood spurt into the air, raining down on his next un-expectant victims. The liquid blinded them, shooting right into their uncomprehending eyes. Before the remaining battalion of men had cleared their vision, Tatsumi had already taken out three more. The trio had charged at him, razor bayonets locked in a joust. The eradication took him a mere five seconds. He slashed one's throat open and kneeing another's head into the wall after kicking his shin, creating a deep dint in the stone. No one even saw how to first soldier had died, but his corpse was a bloody mess on the grown, smashed halfway into the now gory, shattered pavement. "You all deserve to die, and I will grant you that sweet gift." Tatsumi ran at the fleeing soldiers, wicked sword position above his shoulder with both hands grasping the leather handle, ready to lay punishment on those he pursued. His shoulder was pointed out to his targets, and his eyes narrowed as he reached the goal. Akame responded to his chase and leapt down from her perch, killing off the retreating guards.

"Homoru"

She kneed the first in the groin before cutting his throat, and then finished the other four with three swift movements of her arm, suddenly halting the men dead in their tracks, literally. Tatsumi watched in awe as fountains of crimson erupted around her from, and mutilated corpses fell to the ground with a little thud. Akame just inhaled deeply, before sighing and sheathing Murasame. The last, abrely-alive man emitted a little squeal before he fell for the last time.

Tatsumi cut the lock open, unleashing all hell into the mansion. The mass amount of people broke through the gate, charging at the estate before them, swarming the guards that bravely fought, but eventually lost their lives to the powerful emotions of hate and cruelty the peasants felt. They stormed the grounds, trudging over the beautifully tended gardens, crushing an array of bushes, flowers and decorations under the many angered feet. Akame caught the expressions some of the rioter's showed; some were of determination, bravery, justice, and others were of fear and uncertainty. Tatsumi held Akame's hand in his briefly before turning to face her.

"We'll use the riot as a cover for the assassination then."

"Back door."

"Front."

The two nodded in understanding before Tatsumi sped off, disappearing into the crowd of protesters to circle around the back. Akame sighed deeply before walking through the front, also joining the crowd to get to the target from the front entrance, which of course, was always the hardest. She delved deeper into the riot, pushing past many yelling people until she reached the front, swiftly jumping over the last barricade that lay in her way, dispatching the door guards easily. She destroyed the entrance with her blade before signaling the riot to continue in. akame eyed around the main hall, watching closely as the rioters attacked the indoor soldiers, most of them being shot down instantly. Blood rain down from the air as many capital patrols were lynched and murdered. "This place is sick, it's dying. The people need salvation, they need to be freed." Akame muttered to herself. The revolutionary army wasn't sending reinforcements anytime soon; their duty was to protect the slowly recovering capital from bandit attacks, raids and danger beasts. Her teeth clenched as she watched the murderous group run rampant in the mansion, destroying everything in their wake. "They've all become sick." Her crimson orbs wondered over to the top balcony where snipers hastily reloaded and cocked their rifles, aiming right at her tilted head. Akame braced her weapon against her shoulder, ready to cut their bullets in half, before she saw a little white-cloaked figure behind the little group of gunmen. The hooded man came up directly behind the group and took them all out just before they shot at her. Tatsumi revealed himself, removing his white hood and quickly thrusting his blade downwards, stabbing a downed soldier in the heart before quirking his lips into a smile directed at Akame, the curve of his skillful lips could be seen from a mile away. In that moment Tatsumi flashed her his cute signature grin. Akame's heart skipped a beat, and her breath literally stopped. She froze, her whole body immobilized in his look before she shook her head and cupped her flushed cheeks. His smile had sent violent shocks of electric passion through her veins like liquid fire, hitting all her nerves. The moment her wondering red eyes left his brief location, he had disappeared into the air, only leaving dead, gory corpses in his deadly wake.

The two worked together, inching closer and closer to their target. Tatsumi came up from behind, slitting throats and stabbing hearts of snipers and reinforcement groups around the enormous mansion. He went through rooms and corridors, knocking out un-expected mercenaries and hired-guns and killing capital soldiers while Akame went in form the front, clearing the way of the rioters and defeating brave defending enemies. All of the merchant's decorations disgusted him, being painting of horrific death and torture throughout the ages. "I'll finish this man…" Tatsumi mumbled through gritting teeth as he continued to search through the many rooms, getting closer to his target after every one. Finally, after defeating what seemed like a mountain of enemies, both Akame and Tatsumi met up with each other in front of the master bedroom.

"We kill him, and then we vanish. Just him though alright?" Akame confirmed grasping Murasame tighter

"Sounds like a plan."

"Are you gonna use Incursio?"

"Didn't need him this far for the many we've already faced, probably won't in there either. I don't really have full control over the new evolution yet as well, so yeah, I'm not going to."

The two nodded to each other in understanding before Akame kicked down the entrance, breaching the little room with such epicness that the word 'Dayum' pretty much summed up. Inside three surprised Capital guards wielding stock swords and long spears stumbled over at the sudden intrusion, raising their weapons to protect a shivering Walter Galan, who was currently huddled up into a little ball on his bed, rocking back and forth. The room inside was colorfully decorated with beautiful golden trinkets and actual works of art. Panting's of bright green hills and beautiful, vibrant flowers hung loosely on the faded white walls. With one swift movement of Tatsumi's arm, the whole room was filled with smoke, clouding the small vicinity in thick mist that burned their opponent's lungs and blurred their vision. The assassin's senses weren't as affected, but their window was quickly disappearing. Time was their only enemy here. "Six seconds." As soon as the guards reacted Tatsumi ducked his head and leapt forward, charging at the worthless, pathetic merchant with his sword raised. His blade sliced his throat open, and the young assassin laid him to the ground as he spoke his dying words. "You…I c-can't die…now." He muttered out weakly, grasping Tatsumi's shirt with all the strength his dying body could muster. "You sicken me…die now so the world can recover." His blood-curdling scream pierced through the grey fog, sending shivers up Akame's and the now incapacitated soldier's spines. She eyed her partner, motioning him to move as she dashed hurriedly to the nearest window, crashing through the brittle glass and rolling when she touched the mowed grass with her black cloak and raven hair flowing behind. Tatsumi followed her lead, diving out the room as well, and then signaling her to run out of the area.

"Target eliminated, mission complete." Akame spoke as the two assassins turned and fled from the burning Mansion. The whole estate was soon engulfed in fiery flames, devouring everything in the facility and spitting them out into ash. "

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Tatsumi looked out into the Night's endless, dark horizon from his leaning position on the inn's balcony. Not a single, shining star glistened in the cloudless sky. Tatsumi raised his gaze to the moon, green orbs focusing on the intense glint the massive white sphere gave off into the air. He lazily sipped at his tea, glancing over his shoulder to see a sound asleep akame stir, covering her naked body deeper into the sheets. The gentle winter breeze blew over his chest, tickling his nerves and grazing the skin of his broad shoulders. The contract they had complete was a very popular choice, and when they handed it to their original employer, many other patrons of the tavern saw and proceeded to gift them with a lot more gold then they needed. The boss had also been informed by her blending spies, much to Tatsumi's surprise of how quick the message had been relayed, and had sent them another hefty pouch of gold. The two were literally, vastly wealthy, or for them at least. 10,000 gold had been racked in from one contract. It brought warmth to his heart knowing that they were giving people hope again. "Perhaps I'll send it back to my village…" he thought to himself before taking another swig of his warm beverage. He rested his arms over the railing as the thought of his home brought back sudden nostalgia and memories of his friends, Sayo and Ieyasu. "At least you're in a better place than now." He spoke to them, looking directly into the sky above, green orbs threatening to rain tears. "I'll see you again one day…I promise."

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