GOMENASAI EVERYONE ABOUT HE LATE UPLOADS

note: alright...My update schedule is everywhere now hahaha I've been a tad lazy ahhaah...and watching way too many animes. so yeah I don't really have a set update time now...cause of personal stuff but yeah i'll try and update more as often as I can!

so anyways

I don't always write a lemon...but when I do I GO IN! sorta

Hi everyone! We are back with another chapter. some people want another lemon...to that I say...next chapter sorry. Cheers Timbriny for your reading and as always reviews and pms appreciated. Also how good is the testament of sister new devil and date a live omg they is amaze-balls. anyways getting back on track:

LEMON

BE WARNED

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"T-thats not fair...y-you cheated."

those were the last words the pitiful gang leader spoke before having his bare throat viciously torn out in less than a second. His subordinates had all been ripped to shreds with ease, violently killed one by one, as if they were lining up to die.

Gory crimson fountained from the collapsing corpses, all falling to ground after having their bodies brutally mutilated, savaged and ripped to tiny shreds of flesh. The thick blood pooled at his feet, soaking his newly-polished formal shoes, tinting the contrast black. "Awww that took way too long for my liking, I could have already killed that little shit and his girlfriend right away, and I got blood on my fucking shoes! This was some expensive shit man!" The mysterious, smartly dressed man waved through his hair with a bloodied white glove, adjusting his styled fringe, reaching into his pocket to pull out tiny jar of concoction, then reaching his skinny finger in to scoop up a glob of the clear wax. He infused the product with his hair, fixing and fiddling with his mop as a hooded figure came up behind him. The gentleman-like murderer straightened his three-piece suit, completely unaware of the threat approaching him form behind, pacing at a leisurely rate. Observing the bloody mess of late people before him, the hooded figure cast his judgmental gaze upon the cause of death.

"Marcus? what the hell is this...you were told to wait for my orders, were you not?" The authoritive voice spoke, still in hushed calm tone as f he were relaying no emotion.

"Eh? Thats not my name. Its Astaroth... Astaroth the punisher! And I follow my own lead, so back the fuck off okay!"

The finely dressed man whirled to face the clearly unimpressed figure glaring at his nonchalant form, arms crossed. He could sense the aggravation and his immense influence in cool breeze. Before Astaroth could yell out another insult he was struck right between the eyes with a power flick that almost knocked him off his feet. He stood dazed for a few moments until he caught his breathe. The hooded man's arm remained out, pointing at the confused fool in front of him.

"Know your place."

"Piss off!"

again Astaroth was struck, although this time directly into the stomach extremely hard, knocking the wind out of him straight. He lurched forward, defeated and broken. Saliva fell form his gaped mouth, followed by a little trickle of blood. "Dammit!" His punishment wasn't over yet, being sweeped into the pool of blood he had made. "Fuck man! This was a two-thousand jewel suit!"

"Shut the hell up, we have work to do."

With that the hooded figure walked away, followed by Astaroth in a pitiful manner. "Its nearly time for dear Tatsumi-kun to die a painful death."

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"thank you sir...right this way...and here is the mens! I hope you enjoy yourself and your patronage is greatly appreciated!"

"ummm thanks! See you around."

It actually took a very long time to strip himself of his heavy winter clothing, and all the concealed devious weapons lurking in their confines, strapped all around his hurt body, much to his annoyance. First he removed the hunting knife sheath from his right coat sleeve, sliding the blade out form his shirt end. The way he hid the wicked dagger was indeed spectacular magic trick. the scabbard was tailored in such a special way so it would be easy to eject the hidden razor into his ready palm swiftly at anytime within battle.

Next came the array of various sized throwing knifes tightly packed against his left thigh in a line of double edges. They were ingeniously tucked within his trouser pants so that no one would rise to suspicion when directly looking at his leg.

Most of his deadly field equipment was literally a pain in the ass to secretly hide, but they all came in handy at some timed situation. Tatsumi's tiny smoke bomb pouch fell off with his leather belt, crashing to the floor with a soft audible thud, followed by a bag of weaponised gunpowder and a set of poison darts, similar to Chelsea's feared acupuncture needles.

Finally setting himself down on the soft grass, he took of his trousers, leaving himself in a pair of white boxers, then kicked off his boots, careful to disengage the safety bomb next to his left sole, and take out the tiny kunai on the right heel. "Still can't don't know where Lubbock got all this stuff, but it comes in handy I guess." His thoughts were interrupted by the aroma of smelling soap and bath foam. Just as he was about to step in, he remembered.

"Oh right! I need to go get that stuff..."

Reaching into his back and rummaging around to dig up his offerings he pulled out: One back of raspberry lollipops, a giant bottle of sake, and very thick novel titles: one hundred ways to seduce women. "Its time for the offering." With that note Tatsumi grabbed a handful of sweets and armed the bottle and novel, running over the edge of the pool and placing them peacefully by the end. He then took his own lollipop into his mouth and entered.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That feels good." He eyed the three items sitting by the pool. "Happy birthday Leone..." Just saying that threatened pure tears. It was indeed his older sister's date of birth, and celebrating with a simple offering was no way to repay her for all she did for him, but It was something, and that was what Leone always thought mattered.

He lazily trudged from the water out to kneel next to a lit candle and the items he bought. "Hey Nee-san, hope your having fun getting drunk and flirting with dumb bar-patrons up there! We really miss you...Tell everyone I said Hi. I bought lollipops and an erotic novel collection for Lubbock and Chels. anyways...love you...Happy birthday"

That really was miserable, but at the same time he felt relief, the weight finally unfolding from his chest and dispersing into a cloud of vapour around him, blending with the steam. Finally, after holding back his sobbing, Tatsumi removed guts face from his hands and fell back into the water. Instantly it heightened his spirits and dampened the sadness welling inside him.

As soon as Tatsumi entered the warm water he could feel all his tensed muscles contract and release form their burdens, smoothing out and relaxing under the steamy sensation. Above the sun bore down on him, reflecting off the glistening waters surface. Strangely, there was no immediate breeze, just foggy mist that clouded his vision, rendering it blurry. "Who knew this cold city had hot springs? And hot hot springs none the less." The facility the couple currently resided in was at the edge of town, the only place not covered in wintry abyss and freezing snow. There was more grass and fauna rather than frozen corpse statues and avalanche mounds. It could be considered as the nicer part of the massive civilisation. It was perfect oval, bordered by a miniature wooden fence at the edges, complemented by a few trees and swaying grass. "Feels like home ahhaha!"

Just being at the place brought back nostalgic memories of himself and Night Raid, frolicking at the beach or swimming in the lake. Everyone else would be having water fights except him and Lubbock, who was always perving on the girls. Tatsumi would be the one to sit down and tan until everyone left the water, then jump in for a quick soak so he wasn't ambushed by Chelsea and Leone.

"Well...six days left huh? I guess I should be working, but Akame said she'll take the morning and I've got...wait was it the evening or afternoon...oh well I'll figure It out..." Fear and uncertainty arose in his body, but he suppressed them with sheer will. "I'll win...I promised right?" Tatsumi let go of his pondering thoughts and submerged himself deeper into the pool. "Well...better make the most of it then...ahhhhh." Of course those death threats and pooled feelings taunted him, making every experience daunting. Yet through the torturous process he tried to endure, for her sake that was. He well knew that even if he died, he would have left something for her to hold dearly against that beating heart she possessed, so kind and maybe even intriguing.

He was so occupied that he didn't even hear someone slip in, removing her clothes gingerly and creeping to his resting form with a dead-set predatory gaze. "I wonder where she is now..." He had sank so far in that now only the top half of his face poked above the surface, his arms resting at his sides and his body slouched in a lazy seated position.

"Body expression: calm. Move in on target."

Sensing a mysterious presence, Tatsumi opened his sea green eyes from his brief slumber, discovering two ovals directly above him providing free shade. the swells hovered over, as if they planned on dropping at any moment."Oh thats great...wait-" Just as they tried to fall down again, his lids shot open, realisation hitting him in the flustered face like a speeding bullet. He then noticed that silky black hair, flailing around in the breeze. "A-a-Akame!" He sputtered out, moving away from her lithe shadow as it were here to assassinate him. She looked goddess-like in her simple two-piece black bikini. the bathing attire wrapped around her back with little frills on the bottom part, jutting out. The skimpy swimming article clung to her curvaceous body, and with the sun behind her it was as if there was a certain emphasis on it. His mouth was wide open, jaw threatening to just fall and crash into the ground like a tonne of bricks. His eyes were enormous white dinner plates, trying to escape from their sockets. "W-why am I so nervous all of a sudden...I've seen her naked before...but..."

"Hi Tatsumi." She said in her usual monotone, blank voice, obviously unaware of what she was currently putting him through. The day before had been rough, but now she seemed to return to her old self, emotionless in the field but caring other than that. At least it seemed that way, for in fact she after one specific purpose: to seduce this idiot. Her piercing red eyes were cast upon him, and narrowed when he invited her to join him. the nervous, shaky look he shot her killed her defence instantly. All the weight that had previously been lifted off his shoudlers, came right back plummeting down. Tatsumi gulped and shifted in his position nervously. "The innocent thing is kind of working..." Akame thought as she entered, slipping into the shallow end of mild spring. "Feels...great..." She mentioned, inching closer to his side of the pool. Even the way she strode over to his side was weirdly...hot. "A-Akame!" He cooed, trying to avert his enthusiastically wondering gaze from her delicate lady features.

"I bet she's got a few concealed weapons in there...wait what the hell am I thinking? Of course she does...baka baka...stop staring...mehhhhhh...resist..."

"It's Leone's birthday."

"I know. I set a little offering over there." He stated, pointing to the makeshift shrine." Akame nodded, understanding, then wadded over to pay her respects. Tatsumi could accidentally hear her mumbling something about help with their curent problems and guidance in any way.

what seemed like a painful eternity passed until she finally reached his side, sitting down next to him and immersing herself into the steamy bath. Her head tilted tot he side to rest upon his shoulder, and her sneaky hands grasped his arm in a lock. Akame could feel the rising heat on his face, radiating form his red-dusted cheeks, but she dismissively waved it off. Not just that, but he had to shake off thoughts about his deceased fronds again, for the eightieth time that month, and for the thousandth time that dreadful half year. quickly reacting, he changed the mood and picked up the conversation.

"Soooo...how was the mission. What did you do?"

"Just scouting...usual recon and knowledge fishing. I found out the secluded location of the next target. We'll go later today to eliminate him, probably after our bath. The shady information broker who's been acting as a spy for him is staying at a sailors inn, near the fishing dock where all the kids play."

"Oh great, so we just go in and take him out?"

"No. He's heavily guarded, may take some time, but we have to wait for a shift change between henchman to enter unseen, then kill him in his sleep."

"Ummm yeah sounds good aha." The last bit was chuckled out nervously, as if he was trying not to stuff up. His mind just couldn't comprehend what was happening, and what they were talking about. The two things didn't match after all, being this close and talking about killing someone else. Her plump, soft breasts pressed against his arm, moulding around the shape of his muscle. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" He gasped sharp, reaching for a pulling breathe. Akame noticed and with a concerned thought, se asked if he was fine. Tatsumi assured her so and tried to calm his mind, but rest and relaxation had been murdered by the thought of ravenous, explicit idea's and emotions.

"Hey Akame."

"Yes? what is it?"

"About last night..."

"Quiet. Please don't talk about that again. I-I don't want to hear it. You'll win against that fiend. Thats it. Then after this is over..." Akame came to a sudden halt in her shay words, struggling to formulate the next part. What would happen after this? Was it back to contracts and working as another espionage group to liberate other holds? Or was it time to...perhaps...take a break.

Realising her situation and past, Akame had never really thought of a vacation. It had never occurred to her that something like that complex was possible in her line of work. Her job consumed her life, and that was all. A surprising thought of her and Tatsumi being together somewhere far away from the world of hatred and malice shot through her brain. "Can a long rest even happen for me?" She incoherently mumble, much to Tatsumi's puzzled look. Was hers destined to be a happy ending?

She already had a difficult time trying to forget what she was informed of the night before, desperately avoiding the thought every second she wasn't with him. Honestly it broke her down inside, snapping strings and developing a throbbing heart pain that didn't subside until her mind was at ease, which it never was. Despite that she did believe in his very capable warrior ability. who wouldn't after all? Tatsumi was an excelled, succeeded fighter in most forms of combat, a well-prepared mover, fast, agile, and his flexible strategising mind was one of the best when it came down to it. Maybe even surpassing her own decisive battle plots. Most of the time when troubling emotions wasn't invading their exposed heads, his mindful ideas were clear and concise, easy to follow and very plausible. Definitely worthy of the title 'assassin' in her book. Yet that tiny smudge of unrelenting doubt lingered in her like a removable parasite.

She was shaken out of her deep thinking by Tatsumi's sturdy hands at her side, pulling her limp body closer to his so they face each other at an intimate space. HIs worrying eyes told her he heard her little murmur, and resented that fact greatly. another thing so great about her lover: He was genuinely kind and intent on making people happy.

"Thats going to happen. I'm going to make that happen. I promise you, we'll have a happy ending! When this is all over we'll live a happy life in the new capital." He assured her, probably reading her thoughts. Then she mentally slapped herself for being so uncontrollably dumb in the current predicament. "I said that out loud didn't I?" She admitted, nodding her head down to look at her miserable reflection. Tatsumi just sighed and raised her chin with his plush hands. "Yep." Was all he simply answered before diving in to steal an unexpected kiss. It was soft and tender, one of the most sincere gestures anyone could have the immediate pleasure of receiving. She could feel his love behind those pursued, subtle lips currently latched onto her own. All the terrible thoughts of pitiful worry and sorrow washed away once again from his influential touch. He caressed her flustered cheek as he let go, breathing shallowly. Tatsumi's green gaze was glued to her innocently adorable face, a tad confused but all certain.

"T-Tatsumi. I-I-I"

"I know Akame. I love you too."

Tears formed at her lids, trickling down in a single from her lens to those puffy cheeks. She hiccuped a tiny bit before moving her small hands to wipe away the works. Tears just kept coming, no matter how hard she persisted. Tatsumi sat their, not able to do anything but watch his partner struggle. It did hurt a lot to see the woman he loved deep in the pits of utter gloom and woe, but he couldn't muster the strength to act. "You Idiot!" She screamed out, burying her sobbing face into his shoulder. It had only just come to him that she was so fragile and emotionally weak now. Well who wouldn't be if they knew their only friend was destined to die in six days? Finally Tatsumi wrapped his strong arms around to pull her into a warm embrace, softly stroking her magnificent hair and begging her to quiet down.

"shhhh its alright..."

they stayed in that depressing mood for a few more minutes, yet the setting was greatly differing to what the two assassins felt. The sun still shone, casting the snow a painful gush of rapid heat. It painted the fields on yonder pure gold like a true artist, creating a masterful serene atmosphere. Not a single irritable insect was around to pester the two.

"Are you okay now Akame?" Tatsumi cautiously questioned, still holding her close like she was a precious teddy bear on the verge of ripping into a million pieces of confetti. "To think that I came here to seduce you..." She whispered into his chest, sending a spike of electricity to ripple form tat point of contact. "W-What? Akame?!" She rose to face him directly, piercing through that obscene green plane.

"Tatsumi please. I feel...emotionally unstable... Like something or someone is poking at my heart with a cold pole...And...I-I...I want to...I want you...to be with me. Please! I long for your touch and feel...for a long time now...like that night...Please make me feel better!" The sudden wanting for affection and treatment took him by surprise, causing the hero to nearly tumble to the side.

"Akame I understand how you're are thinking and what is happening, but you're sad and confused and I don't want to take-"

"Tatsumi please! I'm begging you!" She pleaded, pounding on his chest lightly to centre his undying attention. Truth was that she didn't really know what she felt, but at this grudging time she wanted to be close with him.

"Akame..."

"Tatsumi...You'll make me feel...a lot better after..."

"Really?"

"Really."

"O-Okay then..." He spoke, finally caving into the her specific desires. It wasn't like he didn't want to take part, but it made him uneasy in his position. He was extremely uncertain about what would happen next, and whether or not this would actually be of any significant help. It was true that he was very much an average teenager, so his raging hormones had not subsided, or even tried to.

Cupping her soft cheek, Tatsumi ducked his head down so that their foreheads touched. Both the partners eyes were shut closed, not daring to open as their ready lips neared closer to join with one another. they were just apart now, slightly grazing one another, all hot for a glance of sweet contact.

When their lips met, they forced against each other in incomparable friction; a passionate lock of their graceful mouths flowing with a mellow rhythm. Akame's tongue darted form her entrance to tease his opening before delving inside to explore, only to be reckoned with by another, dancing and wrestling through fiercely. Pleasurable shivers spiralled through his body, causing him to shoot his body forward, pushing her agile body slightly. Now hunched over, Tatsumi roamed his hands upwards from her waist, sliding up her naked flesh, skimming past her breasts feeling the hardened nipple graze his palm.

Her little moan told him that she wanted more, also evident by her frantic hand movements feeling at his muscles, tracing the many crevices and hard bits on his muscular torso physique. Akame was positioned at the edge of the hot spring, trapped between the end ledge in the water, and her ravenous lover. Tatsumi mindlessly groped her breast while licking up and down her throat, rougher and harder than usual. "T-Tatsumi! Wait thats too-ahhhh!" Her sentence was interrupted by a sharp gasp that tore through his hearing. His rapid aggressiveness drove him to delightfully nip and suck her rosy earlobe before continuing his ministrations on her neck.

All the while Tatsumi's hands had made it to her perfect breasts, fondling and squeezing the two lumps of flesh in his hands like two spherical toys. Under her bathing suit her pink mounds hardened, perking to maximum hardness under an attentive massage. Akame's tiny hands however, boldly reached into his swimming trunks, and for the first time directly had a chance to feel up his length, his impressive size, memorising his slightly curved girth by tantalising touch. Low, steamy grunts fell from Tatsumi's mouth into her shoulder before gently biting down to savour the taste of her soft skin.

Most men would absolutely skip all foreplay and have at the unlucky women before them, but as always Tatsumi gladly took the time to nurture and cradle his lover with kisses and incredible waves of feeling. Sometimes Akame would cringe at how painfully slow he would take just to see her thoroughly teased expression, but other times she would reach realise just from his skilful hands playing around leisurely with her body. That wasn't to say they had done it many times, but when they did...she lost all control over everything.

Akame finally fished his large member out of his pants and had hastily positioned it near her bikini under wear. Tatsumi hadn't even noticed, still pre-occupied with her breasts, fondly sucking and biting down on her pink tips, just to the point of satisfaction. His mouth latched onto the right while his left hand palmed the other, using his signature 'breast roll' technique to elicit harmonic medley to his ears. He could definitely feel his tip rubbing against her silky black bikini pants; the feeling was just amazing spreading through his erecting rod.

Tatsumi couldn't' take the building pressure in his stomach anymore. He pushed her down so that his body was flat against Akame's and his neck rested on her shoulder, then carefully pulled her her panty to the side. The inviting opening glistened with clear fluid, ready to be slid into. He traced his head over her slit, preparing himself for entrance. His partner encouraged him to enter, trying to force him closer with both trembling arms wrapped around his arched neck.

He glided in painfully slow, accustoming himself to her wet, tight walls that so friendly invited him in. Both lovers moaned in synchronisation as they became one. Her hole had fully enveloped his size, devouring his thick girth as if it were trying to squeeze him into submission. Sparks of arousal electrified his nerve centres, privileging Tatsumi with the brilliant familiar emotional wave of bliss.

Akame could feel every bit of his 'thing' slide into her, like a hot, hard pole penetrating her folds, turning her to a melting shadow of her usual calm composed self. Tatsumi had buried his whole length into her, right down to the hilt to sample every bit of wondrous pleasure he could grasp. There eyes met again in understanding, and while Akame nodded Tatsumi craned his head down to bless her with a quick, meaningful kiss.

The moment he started to move, Akame's body had become almost limp, overwhelmed by the deepness and new-found pleasure centres she was currently experiencing. At first he moved in and out slowly, careful not to ram back to hard and hurt her. Tatsumi hugged her close while he thrust gently, sniffing at her flowing black locks. The raven-haired girl's intoxicating scent was like addictive poison; a drug of sorts that kept him coming back for another sharp inhale of the strong aroma. With his body spooning hers he tilted her whole up slightly, earning another loud moan. They were now positioned where Akame hunched over him in a seated form, kissing him madly like it was the last time.

Finally, after getting used to his member she started to move, at a rather slow rate to start with, raising her hips up and gently sliding back down on his rod. Akame's mouth was glued to Tatsumi's, but after every movement of her hips coming back down she would groan or yelp into his mouth, lips coming undone to hold on harder. She increased her pace, going up harder and slamming down. Soon she could feel Tatsumi's hips bucking up to meet her whenever those uncontrollable, tranced hips of hers would crash back south. His hands snuck down and clutched both buttocks, simultaneously squeezing and fondling while pulling her up and pounding into her for better access. His animalistic thrusts were only driven by his infinite lust and desire built up, wanting a fast release soon, similar to Akame's love for him in an aspect.

The empowering emotional ripples that shocked Akame into blurry vision where taking over her body, driving her to bounce harder or dig her fingernails down deeper until their were distinct red marks puncturing Tatsumi's skin. Multiple moans and groans followed by high-pitched squeals escaped her wide-opened mouth, erupting into a collection of erotic sounds vibrating form her sore throat like a constant reminder that she was being treated with a serious manner. Soon enough, she regained the slightest amount of mustered strength in her legs to lazily drag behind his back and lock together.

Drops of salty perspiration fell from Akame's forehead as she lost feeling in her fingertips, now hugging Tatsumi very close while he worked hard to make her feel. The said hero thrust up, bucking his waist to slam into her hips, pounding mercilessly to reach a heavenly climax. Purple bruises formed under her cheeks, decorating the trampled skin like a stain. Both partners were so close, pretty much clawing at the edge to reach their final destination.

Tatsumi's shattering orgasm came first, defying the definition of climax by far, shooting his load deep inside her womb. Hot, sticky ropes of white blew forth from his rod, paining her inner walls a new shade of cream. The ultimate feeling encased his spasming body, causing his foundation to crumble at the earth-quake impact. Nothing was even worthy of comparing to this euphoria, this external ecstasy. Though he shuddered through the pleasurable feeling, Tatsumi continued to pound into Akame deep and hard, ignoring her powerful loud scream after his release.

Akame then held him tight, clenching her inner muscles around him to bite down into his trap. Her muffled yelp was still extremely audible, but her ground-breaking orgasm was incredible. Tatsumi savoured the feeling of her fluid flowing onto his dick, coating him in all her juices. Liquid pleasure spun and spiralled through Akame's body, up through her spine into her veins igniting a searing hot sensation in her pleasure receptors.

Both assassins lay tangled in each others warmth, still in the pool, panting raggedly, trying to recover from their sudden incredibly extraordinary high points. Eyes met in an intense, loving gaze, and Akame was the first to break away first.

"T-Thanks Tatsumi. I love you..."

"Y-Y-I love you *pant *pant too"

they sweetly smiled at each other before reaching for one more sweet kiss. It lasted only for a sweet moment, but it felt like a decade had passed. Stretching up, Akame whirled around to face the tired lover before her.

"Hey Tatsumi...We need to move we have...work to do..." She whispered, trying to return to her monotone voice, but it clearly wasn't working for her at all. Instead she sounded like her ruptured voice was breaking again. "It sounds...actually pretty hilarious...like shes out of tune for once ahahhaa." The hero tried to keep his laugh to himself, but unfortunately failed miserably. Akame took no notice and crossed her arms.

"Ahhh. Come lie with me first...just for a bit then we'll go." The other half of the sentence was sped up, but he promised accordingly. Akame just nodded, but hesitantly approached him, like she was unsure of the action. finally, she came and knelt over, grasping his expecting hand and resting in his arms against the hot spring edge.

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"Target is in sight." Akame declared, looking through the cylindrical lens of her binoculars. Tatsumi was perched on the flag pole beside her tower, hanging upside down and picking at his teeth. After the pool and 'rest' the two had elected to eat a small dinner and continue with their mission. the harbour side inn wasn't much of a threat, but it was obvious to anyone that there were suspicious dealings going on at this time. He winced at the thought of the keeper being hurt or worse.

Akame awoke him from his thoughts, ripping her gaze of the facility to face him with a concerned look. the dangerous woman handed him the scope, encouraging him to stare through the device and scout out the guards, then devise a reasonable strategy or formulate an entry route. All she got was a gasp.

"Whats that they're pulling out from the..carriage." she warily questioned. The expression Tatsumi showed was horror and shock. Everything was wrong in that moment. "That-that can't be possible...there's no way she can..." His solemn mutters where evidence of his disbelief.

The henchmen were indeed carrying a corpse form the carriage, shrouded by a black cloak, but a hefty amount of pink hair could be seen sprouting from the right side. a pale, deathly hand fell form the covered stretcher, almost inviting Tatsumi's, beckoning him to follow with a ringed index finger from his vantage point.

"Who...What is it?" Akame curiously asked, intrigued and worried at the same time for her awed partner. His face was crazy pale, like he had seen a ghost. "That pink hair..." He gulped hard, blinking twice to make sure it wasn't some dream. "No please...don't let it be her...thats not possible."

"What is it Tatsumi!" Akame yelled out, shaking his shoulders. She was now very scared for him, worrying now intensely about his head. When she turned his face, his eyes only showed absolute fear. He couldn't believe it, but it was definitely her. The ring told him so.

"T-Thats..T"

"Who is it Tatsumi?" Akame pleaded for the last time, trying to uncover a clear answer. How was that corpse here and why? What did this target have to do with a dead body. HE was an information dealer and spy, so what was his game?

"Thats...Ayora. I remember now, everything. I know why Ayora is here...and who that man is. Akame...Ayora...was my...friend and...first partner."

AWWWW SHIT. Wow sorry again for my uploads they're all over the place ahaha anyways cheers guys have a good one and hoped you enjoyed!

xxxx Thanatos