hey everyone! Another chapter to satisfy your incredible appetites! So we had a lemon last chapter so I think we need...yes more violence and emotional themes. Don't you agree? The usual stuff is all appreciated and yasssss I'm sorry for all the late uploads I'm a lousy scheduler... pfff please.
this chapter is a ad shorter than most sorry guys! Promise next will be longer but right now I'm super busy!
DON'T WORRY READERS A LOT SHALL BE EXPLAINED SOON SO READ EVERYTHING!
also everyone read the ne t chapter of the manga because SPOILER:MINE LIVES SHES ALIVE OMFG
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Akame wasn't usually one to deal with complete panic, or one to comfort others who were in the middle of the horrific process. Tatsumi was already extremely emotionally unstable as it was, but now he was being tested at his limit, shaking and shuddering madly while gritting his teeth and holding his hands on his head above drawn in knees. Seeing that pale corpse had really stricken him, as if he were stabbed right in the abdomen by a scorching hot spear, rupturing his body into a hyperventilating state.
His sea green eyes were wide-open, and his whole rippling form was yet to recover form the utter shock. "Something must of happened between the two to make him this way." Of course Akame felt a twinge of intrusive jealousy, but that was natural. She just resisted and suppressed the stupid emotion, just like she always would under normal circumstances. She painfully observed as her partner was now frozen in place, muttering incoherent nonsense that no person would be able to translate. Akame however, was skilled in particular at reading lips, for it was one of the compulsory skills one had to possess to be a worthy assassin.
She looked on as his mouth moved up and down, mumbling into the air while he raised his sweaty palms to cover his top half. Akame's own blazing crimson eyes faltered for a moment when she finally computed Tatsumi's sentences. Her kneeling body fell of balance a little when she replayed the statement over in her head.
"I killed her...theres no way she-she can't be-that was all a mistake...How could I forget her? Whats happening? Why is she here? I killed her..." The way he said it was like a rapid barrage of grudging words, like he was trying to actually erase it from his memory again. Akame shook herself out of the feeling and rushed to his side, grasping his shoulders to eye him square straight. "Tatsumi whats going on? What do you want to do?" After inquiring she straight slapped him across the face with her back hand, which hurt herself more than him. Finally his consonance changed to a slightly calmer expression, but she could still sense the calamity and despair in his green orbs. He briefly shrugged her off before slowly rising to his feat and watching over the inn.
"Akame...That-Shes not possible. There is...a chance that this person is just messing with me...he wants me to feel pain...so if its a fake...we go in and burn it...if she's not...then we go in and burn the whole place down. I-I have to be the one to kill her there and then...It has to be tonight or else...bad things will happen...I'll do it again..."
His sudden mood swing was as surprising as herself being surprise at something. "Kill her again?" She relayed that message in her head one more time. The end of his speech sounded like her was trying to reassure himself with a shaky sigh. Although he tried to hide it, Akame could definitely see him change, form the sweat beaded at his forehead to the fidgeting of his clenched fists, to the jittery eye movements.
"The reason I forgot...is because...well... honestly...I wanted to forget. Because I tried to push her out of my head.. She wasn't supposed to...it has to be a fake...I need to find out...I know for sure I completely tore her apart...so why? This doesn't make sense...a-after this is over I'll explain everything, but now we have to do this quick...before she comes back...to life...and destroys everything in this damned city."
"What do you mean back to life? And you've killed her before? You said tore her to shreds, so why is she whole now? Destroys everything? Does she have a teigu? What kind of partner? Whats happening? Tell me now Tatsumi. Are you...hiding something from me?" she tried to sound as comforting as possible, but It didn't come out that way.
"Just listen okay. All you need to know is that we need to finish her as quick as possible by absolutely destroying her whole body. She needs to be burnt to ashes. I'm gonna tell you this okay Akame? Ayora...was my first romantic partner...she owned a passed down teigu...which devoured her...destroying her until she was a shadow of her former self...she became... well I don't have any other way of describing her but...she became a monster. We have to kill her. His courageous tone had turned into a bare croak.
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The two assassins cautiously crept into the building, gingerly slipping through the old door behind the dimly lit facility. They both came to an intersection of two wide, yet long corridors home to patterned brown, faded walls and painted pictures of frowning elderly people hung onto them. So far no enemies came to intrude on their operation, and they took care not to steer in their general direction. Every door masked muffled whispers and croaky voices either complaining about some unimportant matter or speaking in hushed tones about rumours and town talk.
Tatsumi's focused eyes were fixated on the front, watching for oncoming guardsmen while Akame's crimson orbs patrolled the behind, Murasame brandished and glistening in the bare darkness. Shrouded in absolute pitch-black shadow the professionally trained killers moved hastily with silent paces, peeking behind corners with narrowed attention and getting glimpses of drunkards and patrons through the cracks of broken entrances. The first three goons were easy enough the eradicate when they were surprisingly encountered. It took two intense arm grapples and three sword strikes pin-point in a split-second into the heart to eliminate their foes pulse. thick blood hurled from their mouths in unison, pooling at the timber floor in a messy pond.
One more terrified opponent saw the whole gory scene unravel before his uncomprehending, fearful eyes. The events were so fluid and fast it was like choreography for an action screen play. Man after man was executed by the black-haired women's blade while the hooded man held each in steadily place, incapacitating the last guard he couldn't reach. Before he could even leave his stunned standing position, the cloaked figure was at his side, bashing him into the wall with a shattering impact, cracking something in the back of his head. Quickly, Tatsumi seized his un-sheathed weapon with one hand, and his crooked elbow in the next, bending the joint so that the man's arm bent back and his razor penetrated his own chest, rendering that whole half numb.
Akame finished him by kicking his limp figure through the air into a cabinet, causing the many shelves to collapse into themselves and all crash upon his head. the impact cracked open his brittle skull, causing spurts of blood to fountain out.
Nearing the upper level of the inn, more watchmen showed up, all armed to the teeth with a variety of wickedly devious swords, razor sharp dual daggers and even loaded rifles. All were dispatched fast, the two assassins using the element of surprise to take down their foes. Many throats were slit all in practised synchronisation by pairs. Blood squirted everywhere, painting the walls in bright splatter patterns.
Reinforcements heard the cries of pain and horror, but also fell victim to Tatsumi's blade. He killed off three by breaking one's neck in one movement of his two flexible wrists, and another by a back-handed stab to the heart, ripping through his chest cavity and piercing his vital organ. Akame then sprinted up behind him, running across the left wall to back kick one person after her push off and impact into another with a shoulder bash. Next She finished the downed opponent first by stabbing his stomach, evoking the deadly curse of Murasame. The next two were both cut in half, and the final retreating man was stabbed into the knee cap, impaled through the back, then eliminated with a slit of the throat.
All the while the two operated, Tatsumi tried to old back his emotions, tried to suppress them, but it was even more painful then a battlefield wound. Akame definitely knew, or rather she could tell that he was trying. She noticed every faint hint of a cascading tear and, and the slight sniffle. "He must be...no we'll wait and see." She worried about him sometimes, but this time she was truly terrified for his well-being, most likely because of Ayora's appearance. "Tatsumi's mental health...is dangerously vulnerable."
The boy felt down, but no; he had to continue, at least for her sake. Locating the main room's door was easy enough, just infiltrating, or rather breaching seemed almost troublesome. A simple, fast-paced full-proof plan was devised by the partners. On the outside it was complex, but in reality it was efficient, and above all: effective. Murmured strategic words turned to action, and their victims didn't even show a twinge of expectation.
Tatsumi and Akame burst into the main dinning floor where the stretcher was hauled up to in a floury of foggy smoke bombs and rapid throwing knives, stabbing and striking at any moving person in the misty room like spirals of whirling death, wiping everything they ran over. Three men all aiming bolted rifles were conveniently posted up back to back with each other, making them easy targets for Akame's Murasame to separate in a clean, single horizontal slice. Gore and various ruptured organs flew forth form their mutilated body stumps.
Knives, more smoke bombs, and even furniture flew through the fog, colliding with malicious, shadowed faces. Their rag-doll forms gave way to more space on the fighting ground. Akame and Tatsumi assaulted from both sides like two viciously driven hounds on the purge of corruption. Tatsumi came up on the right, vaulting over a lop-sided couch to kick a teary person, occupied with wiping his eyes, then finished him with his hunting knife, leaving the razor impaled in his chest stuck up like a flag pole. Black liquid replaced red in the mist, as if it were all a visual illusion.
More bodies dropped to the ground through the smoke like dominoes, one by one lining up to receive a merciful death. Tatsumi, while crouched knocked an opponent swiftly of his feet with an revolution arc sweep, concussing the fool form the impact of blow. A quick, deep gnash found tis way grinding through his stomach flesh, separating the muscle fibres like strands of twine from a thick rope. Another enemy tried to stab at the assassins head, only to have his blow ducked under in fast succession, throwing his balance off, making him an easy target to a hefty knee into the gut, followed by a downwards elbow drop to the mid-back.
Akame's attention as diverted to the right by an off shot to her neck, missing luckily, indirectly hitting the coat hanger leaning against a shabby, worn-out wall. The shooter was silenced by two throwing knives into his larynx, and a heavy boot to the side. Death hung in the horrendous atmosphere like a rancid stench of scraped-out entrails. Two more body-guards were cut up into shreds by Akame's blade, as if it were all a rehearsal of her devilish form. The faint pinkish marks on her bare skin radiated faintly, like a soft illumination or glow, as if they were reacting to the killed off people.
All that remained were three guards: one measly, skinny sniper, an adept marksman of sorts that brandished a huge bolt-action rifle with a mean looking scope, another bearded, younger grunt with a muscular, built physique, broad shoulders and a harsh steal spiked mace, and finally a scarf masked rogue welding a shiny dagger and a one-handed crossbow. They were all now considered dead, or maybe living corpses. Danger wasn't even a word to explain what they were facing.
Tatsumi, adjacent to her, seized the shady empire informant, tackling the first tough guard to the ground with a spear bash and inflicted numerous, vigorous stabs to the chest with his short sword. "Target eliminated, mission complete." Akame mumbled to herself, bracing to block an attack. The next man came at him with a side-ways cut, which the young assassin slid under. A knowledge of body parts and places of weakness actually came in handy. He then, like he was taught, grasped the man's shoulder and creased at the pressure point hard, causing the mans whole left side to involuntarily spasm into the air. Tatsumi then kicked his knee joint swiftly and struck in a wide arc upwards, separating his spinal chord from his easily broken muscle tenders, watching the thick, red blood splatter all over the timber ground before him. His loaded crossbow fell to the ground with a thud before Tatsumi kicked it up by the leather strap, maybe to professionally done, and shot the remaining bolt into the last rifleman, in between the eyes with acute precision. The enemy's eyes rolled upwards into the back of his crushed head. Tatsumi's accuracy never ceased to amaze Akame, but her admiring was just an opportunity for a person to attack, or so the henchman thought, running at her wildly with weapons swinging around in the air before being decapitated in less than a second by Murasame in a diagonal strike that lead into a horizontal finish.
"All targets killed. We need to find the remaining..."
Akame just realised that Tatsumi wasn't listening to her instructions, but gathering all the books, parchment, any paper-based items he could find, throwing them into a little mound. She just looked on as he worked, at complete focus on the task at hand. His footsteps slugged into the pools of crimson, printing more shapes into the timber ground like paint, decorating the rest of the room until it looked like a tremndous serial killer's paradise. After the fuel, then came the alcohol. Tatsumi smashed numerous bottles of wine and beer, all in the room onto the hill of paper, lining it next to the casket before the pair. "Tatsumi-" She was cut off by the flicker of the a lighter, the short flaring blaze alighting in an ignition of red neon.
All the pain and turmoil inside him, all built up, all weighing him down, was supposed to wash away, but It stayed mutual, still, strong like spike pillars embedded into his skin. "She might comeback...I need to make sure..."
The male assassin just dropped the fire to the ground, hearing the click of metal thrusting against wood. As so as it made contact, the floor around them erupted into fiery hot flames, scorching the cool air into a crisp, burning influence. His face was solemn, tilted down and glaring at the floor in such a saddened, yet pained way, as if he was reminding himself that reality was sick, dreadful. The fire grew, getting brighter and hotter until the feathery vines of the blaze encircled just the two. The partners just stood there, still thinking grim thoughts. "Tatsumi..." Akame started, unsure of what his answer would be. "We should go...now...we need to leave." Tatsumi spoke out, in a more monotone voice then even Akame could muster. "Alright." Was her simple answer, and the two began to leave.
"Where are you going my friend? We just introduced a new player to the game and your not going to give her a fair chance? Thats just plain cheating, I thought you'd be better Tatsumi. Ayora said she was privileged to have you...what a joke." There was only one voice that was that torturous to listen to, and if one had the unfortunate luck to witness, would be dead in a matter of seconds. "He can't be here as well..."
The said assassin whirled around, only to see a sight he despised more than anything. There was no way these two could both be still existing. This time however, fear didn't arise, just rage, anger, loathing, the want to destroy the being speaking at his face. "How dare you show your face to me...I told you I'd rip you to shreds next time we met." All the emotions from long ago returned in one explosion inside. "Hey Tatsumi don't be like that...you know you love me..."
"And to think she loved you...we didn't even get to revive her yet...you know demon bodies never really get completely destroyed, no matter how hard you try. Sealing is the only way my friend."
"Shut up. She isn't a demon." Akame was starting to get not only confused, but enraged by the figure conversing with her partner. The mysterious person intrigued her, but also intimidated her in a way. It astounded her how the courage inside of her faltered seeing this...well what ever it was.
"Tatsumi whats going on?"
"I'll explain everything later, just wait for me please..."
"Awww you have a new lover already...that's sickening."
Tension rose now to the brink of ferocity. "Why are you here..." Tatsumi asked through gritted teeth. His eyes darted to the now ablaze casket, burning off the top like many fox tails. It was about halfway between him and the figure in front.
"Oh to kill you of course. And to bring Ayora here back to the world of living...again...you know...cause you kind of killed her last time...a bit too much I would say."