Sorry for the late upload everyone! It's been a while and I had a few exams, not to mention my other stories i had to update but yeah I'm back! So we have new chapter and as always reviews and pm's are appreciated! The holidays are coming up so I think I can update easier while I'm on vacation. But anyways enjoy and love chu xx
note: we are going by the anime, not the manga so Mine is definitely dead ok!
Tattoos, no horrific scars. Battle scars that hadn't faded since that disastrous day, the one where she watched her loved ones suffer needlessly, trying to persist for a brighter, better future in the hopes of mending the despair that the corrupt government had so generously reigned over it's citizens. That day was one that she dreaded, when she nearly lost him, and did lose her beloved sister. Those permanent red marks melted into her skin, the ones imprinted into her flesh that reminded her constantly, everyday that she had used that power. That wretched ability of hers hung over her head, there to haunt her for the rest of her cruel life.
Ugly signs strung up her legs, arms and even side of her cheek, killing what beauty she ever possessed whenever a person would glance at her. Everyone who would pay her a glimpse would see her as a monster, murderer, cold-hearted assassin, except Tatsumi, the one she adored most. He ignored those horrible scars and looked past those, not caring about her past or what they did. He needlessly called her beautiful, pretty, made her feel like a woman when they were together, yet Akame never complimented him. It had only been a painful few months, but he was far more precious than anything she possessed.
Her whole life she tried her best at being monotonous, emotionless and cold, but every time she was with him she broke down. Tatsumi really brought out the best of her, changing her whole world and making it that much brighter each day. He seemed to mend her inside, just like she did to him. They needed each other in both lives, otherwise they wouldn't continue living with out the half. Staring at Mine, everything crumpled around her. Not only sadness filled her, but strangely a sense of guilt. Was it that being with Tatsumi...hurt her...made her feel bad about her own self? It couldn't be...but then again it was only logical.
He was her whole world, and now something threatened to take him away from her. She was completely ready to fight for what belonged to her, ready to die for him. When they made love it was like nothing in the world could hurt them, like she was safe and secure, not to mention the unbelievable pleasure she felt and loving embrace she welcomed. When they deeply conversed it felt like he was the only one that really understood her at all. When they fought together it was like the pair was unstoppable, well until late that was.
This couldn't be happening. Seeing her here, lying motionless with open eyes, colourless and lifeless, rid of there missing pink vibrancy. A feeling of cold sorrow arose into the atmosphere, and both assassin's hearts were grasped with an unbearable, un-familiar sensation. Akame was the first to regain her composure, snapping out of a stunned silence and readying her Murasame. She leaned into a backwards stance, blade raised up to her shoulder poised and ready to strike.
Tatsumi was in shock, his whole body encased in the gleaming silver armour immobilised, frozen. His nerves and emotional system couldn't take it, and the overload was slowly eating at him. Widened eyes still fixated on his late lovers face while his knees buckled, falling to the front and landing upon them. All sense of mentality was shut down and the trauma that both he and Akame had desperately tried to suppress returned, slicing at him.
Then something inside broke. Something that hurt more than any blade or bullet, but was replaced by some kind of burning chord. One that strung at Tatsumi's head for a few seconds, before finally, he could function again. His whole demeanour had changed, and the power emitted radiated from his silver skin, seeping from the crevices.
"Go...finish this my love..."
"I will...I promise."
Mine's voice was not only what awoke him, but something that drove his body. Her words reached him, enveloping him in love and care, support that he wouldn't feel form anyone else, except of course a special someone.
Akame looked over at her partner, turning slowly. She could see the evident despair painted over his face, even through the horned helm he donned. She could sense his presence deteriorate into mist. It crushed her heart to see him like this, as well as having to face her old friend again. Biting back a sob, she readied herself again, facing the opposition with sword spiked forward. Then something strange occurred, and she stole one last glimpse to see Tatsumi, standing slowly and facing her. Death was written all over his mask. Turning around abruptly she grunted hard.
"For his sake...I-I...need to kill him." The last part was returned in her signature monotone voice, yet violently strained. Her crimson globes scanned the enemy before blinking out the remaining uncertainty and replacing it with murderous furiously. With gritted teeth, she charged forward, leaping high into the air. Her weapon was raised high above, threatening to be brought down at any second with the utmost amount of surging power she could muster.
He evaded it again, which she followed up with another six strikes, making none of them. It would be an instant death if she could land one, but the problem was that his agility was impossibly good, of an extreme standard.
"Just...DIE!" She yelled out in frustration while spinning into the air, dragging her blade with her on every twirl.
Astaroth simply smiled and moved away from the devastating strike, blocking and dodging each follow up. Slice to the left, feint to the right, arc downwards, spinning slash and a heel kick plus horizontal. He avoided all within a space of three seconds. Under his hood, an expression of hatred and amusement turned to urgency. Glancing behind she caught Tatsumi's stare, who was currently positioned at Mine's coffin, his arm raised.
Everyone halted in their actions as attentions settled on the single assassin. In his hand his blade was raised, about to cleave down. There was no way he was emotionally prepared for it, but what had to be had to be done. His eyes were closed, and all thoughts were blocked out, only leaving an empty robotic shell of an assassin. There really was no way he could do this, judging by the involuntary trembling of his body and the spikes of heart burn that funnelled through.
"I-I...I can't..."
The very moment Tatsumi decided to act, Akame took her opportunity to launch an attack, diving extremely high into the air like a thundering missile and spiralling down with her blade swinging in a tornado pattern of death till she reached the floor with one clean cut hit in the shape of a crescent. The sheer force was enough to bring down General Esdeath. Where a fountain of blood should have burst from, there was nothing, only rising dust at it's spot. When she turned her head, it was already too late. She watched in horror as Astaroth jumped up from behind Tatsumi, even while in armoured form he was still vulnerable to a strike of the demon's calibre.
Then something weirdly surprising happened. Tatsumi blocked and had counter the assassin's strike, stabbing him directly into the stomach with his short sword. At the mark of entry a red pooling started, spreading like a blossom around the steel hilt. Akame observed as the target coughed up blood onto Tatsumi's face mask, splattering all over the silver shine and polluting the air with a strong stench. The expression of shock was written onto the attacker's face. At that moment, Tatsumi slowly lifted his head to face Astaroth dead-straight.
"I may not be able to break Mine...but I can definitely kill you..." The hero admitted through gritted teeth, twisting the hilt of his blade and savouring the sound of his victim's pained scream. He was no longer halted by woe, but now finally ready. Ready to end this man.
He watched his childhood friend, Arata, his brownish long hair and brown eyes, now turned and piercing through his heart. It did pain him to have to fight and even kill, but it was either this rival...or Akame. He wouldn't allow her to die in his place, ever.
"No more running...No more wasting time...He-He-He needs to die. By my hand...I-I'll...I'll...kill..." His own shaky words echoed along his head. The darker abyss absorbed any spark of humanity he had left, lashing out in a vortex of hell-bent desire of vengeance and more than anything: fury. Flames inside quelled, then burned brighter than before, illuminating the determination that was slumbered. The demon armour responded to his dominance, seeming to slightly shiver it's armoured plates while adding onto his rage with immense concentration of power.
"finish this Tatsumi, my love... You can do it..."
Happiness, feelings of sympathy and holding back were all suppressed for a crucial time, giving the opportunity for his darker side to rise.
All of his hellishly surreal strength was put into the next tornado of impeccably precise movements. A hideous, menacing iris, full of malice and loathing glowed from inside his helm, piercing through the mask. Akame, from where she stood could practically grasp the demonic, maybe even closer to dangerously maniacal aura that bled form Tatsumi's body. His usually composed stance had been forgotten, replaced by a man who was on the verge of insanity. This battle was not going to be anything close to elegant, but a bloody massacre.
"I'll kill a thousand times until you stop haunting me." Then the murderous flame stopped, only for a brief few seconds. turning behind him, Tatsumi smiled through his armament, weakly grinning at Akame, who looked uncertain and even more scared than he was. Still with his blade lodged through the demon, he uttered a few words to her.
"Akame. Close your eyes and count to thirty. I promise I'll be right in front of you, holding your hand."
"You-You...You promise?"
"Sure."
"good." She watched as he turned back to face him.
Tension rose as the two enemies braced for what was to come. Astroth tried to read him, his covered face, his limbs, but he only saw a vicious, unstable man, glaring at him with bared fangs and predatory eyes. gulping at the sight, he tried to make an escape, though futile, his effort was not wasted. Suddenly, the ground shot out form underneath his recklessly placed feet, and he had tripped forward, sliding down the blades steel even more, painting the metal a shade of deep scarlet. The blood dripped from it's double-edge.
"thirty."
With a great heave, the hero raggedly sliced up, ripping off Astaroth's whole right shoulder, then brutally stabbing, hacking, cleaving at his opponent. Screams of agonising torture left his mouth, but no mercy came to his aid. Left from right to the ground, his movements were impossible to predict, and the extra-terrestrial speed he possessed was shattering. The emotional barrier he was restrained by had broken, leaving a not only confused, but also furious young assassin in it's wake. cuts and slices opened, digging into the demon's skin, a trail or splatter of red fluid flying from it's opening with unwavering motion.
He fought back valiantly, Striking Tatsumi's face, stomach, chest, but it wasn't nearly enough to break his spree. every hit he sustained had no effect on his expression. He had been bloodied enough that his senses stopped functioning, and his movements became weak and sluggish. Brandishing a hidden blade from his belt, he thrust it to Tatsumi, slicing at a tiny, hard to reach vulnerability in his suit. the hit caused him to stagger, but he recovered in less than a second and continued to relentlessly follow up on his attacks.
Astaroth fought back, slashing at him with his blade. His knife combat was amazingly fast and fluent, attacking from all directions he could. Even Tatsumi, who was consumed by his will had a hard time blocking. In less than a second he transitioned form the blade being in his hand, to spinning in the air while he punched, back to his opposite hand. Finally seeing an opening, Tatsumi stepped in, clenching his wrist and putting the slightest amount of pressure on one point, casuing his hand to spasm out and drop his weapon...which Astaorth conveniently caught with his right foot, and kicked up so that his other hand utilised it, continuing a merciless assault.
" Wasting too much time...twenty three."
Astaorth leapt back, raising his open palm to shoot bolts of dark shadow at Tatsumi, who through his armour swerved round them, passing each one. It was no use using ranged approach, his agility was too much. Four shards of metal came his way, but each were cut down to dust.
Tatsumi knew every technique he was capable of, memorising and countering each block, attack or movement. He calculated where and when he would move to a different position to try and distance himself from the fight, but it was useless. Another strike stung at his thigh, then a massive boot the the ankle followed by a back-hand, sending him flying backwards. Astaroth charged, on the offensive with a whirl-wind of manoeuvres, but Tatsumi only took all of them and persisted forward.
A massive gash crossed his face, tearing his eye ball in half diagonally, causing gushes of gore to erupt form the crevice that was opened. Without realising he had dropped what ever guard he had even developed, he was knocked back again into the wall.
"fifteen."
Attempting to get back up into a fighting stance, though numbingly blunt, he heard the sword fall to the ground with a sharp clang. Tatsumi sprang from his position with un-rivalled power, so much that the floorboards around his leaping boot crushed under the impact, and curling scrolls of wind spun out form the point of contact. He shaped his calloused hand into a hammer-like fist, forcing it forward with the capacity to down a danger beast connecting into Astaroth's gut. The dull, yet heavy thud and painful exhale of dry wind expelled from his throat confirmed that his lungs had been crushed, shattered.
Another three arteries had been punctured severely, causing him to double over in excruciating pain and violently dispel several blood-filled coughs. Tatsumi then kicked his mid-section back into the brick wall, watching his body slide across the ground sweeping up mounds of dust. the back of his head cracked when it bashed against the structure. Astaroth blinked twice, at first only seeing blur, the opening his lids to see Tatsumi's face, and hysteric, devilish manner spread of him, looking creepy rather than infernal. Without a word he kneeled, gazing intently into his eyes for two seconds, then grabbed him by the cloak, lifting his body up against the wall, watching as a trail of scraping blood followed his ascent up the brick.
In a flash, pain crept back into his shuddered system, and as he looked down he saw the hilt of the blood-covered blade buried completely inside his stomach, sprouting out of his torso at a bent angle. Tatsumi's hand was firmly holding the sword, watching as his old friend's eyes twitched and blinked, unable to comprehend what was happening. the armour that he had donned melted away into the wind around him, leaving him in his usual attire. Blood sprayed all over his clothes from that spot as he released the cold razor, dripping from his sweater and staining his pants.
His whole body then flinched up again as he felt the sharpness re-enter his body, being driven into again. Tatsumi calmly observed, hunched over him by pushing his body deeper into the brick. Behind he could feel blood seeping down the wall from the point of exit that had ripped apart. Astaroth watched in sheer horror, now in too much agony to scream, as his opponent clenched his eyes shut close, then removed his sword, thrusting once again in a different spot, but not stopping, continuing over and over for five more seconds, stabbing everything he could feel in front as hard as he could. Strangled gasps were the only thing that he could muster.
"Ten"
Striking one last time, he left the blade deep inside Astaroth's chest cavity and trudged backwards to examine his work. Blood re-painted the wall behind in complete red, and gore littered the ground, pooling at his feet. He was also drenched in his own product of fury, covering his hands and whole of front. He could spot red streaks falling from his victims eyes, tears mixed with crimson dripping from his spent body.
"You...you...I'll...Ay-Ayor..." His heart beat had stopped as he trailed off on his last words, and Astaroth, had been eliminated.
"Good bye, Arata Shinji. I'll see you in the next life, but pray that I don't." Tatsumi grudgingly spoke before turning away and jogging over to his partners side.
(okay so now i want all of you to search into you tube while you read this: 'Is this love sao', then play the music while you read this) Also read slow...
Reuniting with Akame, she peeked open to watch in sheer horror, seeing the amount of blood that he had on him. At first she was insanely distressed, but he calmed her down, assuring it wasn't his own . That still didn't make up for the fact that Akame made him take off his sweater and jacket, leaving him in a somehow spotless white embraced warmly in what had felt like forever, hugging each other tight and close. She felt like she would never let go. All of it was finally over, so far.
"You went over time."
"No I didn't, I was counting." Tatsumi replied, breathing out his words with a hefty sigh."
"I know."
Akame's hands rose to his face, cupping his chin before rubbing of the segment of grime harbouring there. Tatsumi, too impatient to wait, smashed his lips onto hers, moulding around her mouth and fiercely kissing her. She tried to process what they were doing, but could tell that all the relief and happiness he felt was behind his kiss as she continued passionately lock lips with her lover.
Akame moved fluently, holding him tighter, as if he was about to run away from her. that was the one thing she never ever wanted to happen: for him to leave her alone. There relationship may not have been perfect, but that was why she loved him. He wasn't perfect, but he was her everything, something that she couldn't lose.
"I love you, baka. So much." She murmured through tears, croaking out her loving confession. The whole world centred on them at that very moment, and nothing else mattered.
"I love you more... I can't live without you Akame..." Tatsumi admitted, resting his head on her shoulder. They stayed put for a few more minutes. even though he told the truth it felt odd, but he knew that even while he was still hung up on her death, he loved Akame more than anything. Se was always watching over, caring and worrying about him.
" Thanks and I love you. Mine."
"I love you too."
Two figures watched from afar, perched high above on the adjacent building. One woman and a man, both hooded as well, examining the demon's death. Both had rueful, destained consonances while gazing down.
(Stop music or else this scene will be fucked up)
"Astaroth failed... And sacrificed Ayora as well...Pity really." Another voice commented from behind straight after.
"But we still have her Imperial Arms don't we? With that then we could easily eradicate this fool."
"Of course, we just need to wait until we can go down and retrieve it, then I will merge it with the other."
"Am I next up?"
"If he failed then obviously. that armour is...intriguing. It boosts his capability according to his emotion, but I swear he broke that during the rebellion fight... and when we fought it seemed to...re-engage...repair itself...could it be organism based? But yes, you are next. Kill him this time, or else."
"Finally...I can give back what he generously gave to me. This game is coming to a close"
THERE IT IS EVERYONE HOPE YOU ENJOYED XXXXX That was so much fn, sorry for the lack of fluff we'll have some next chapter!
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