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This is gonna just be small fluff chapter I had written out because fantasies so yeah...

"Five more days right."

Akame looked up to Tatsumi's puzzling expression, her head still propped on his shoulder. The two assassins lay atop their bed, lazily spread over it. She could tell he was hard at working trying to put together any strategy he could to combat what was to come. That was the ousts ding problem; they had no idea what was in store for them. Originally, Astaroth was thought to be the person they encountered along the ice bridge, but recent events had changed that. Just thinking about his maniacal laughter and sadistic grin made her shudder with worry.

That posed the question of identity to the hooded figure. He was mysterious, and so uncomprehendingly confusing that he automatically was hard to follow. He was the definition of psychological torture, but their was a cruel and suffered lining to him, as if he truly knew what pain was, what it was like to be tormented by others.

"Five days indeed." She replied briefly, tracing circles on his clothes chest, gliding her delicate fingers over the white shirt, invited down to the peak of his pectorals. Akame had already stolen several glances, not by her own fault. All the Armenia she glad had been discarded around the room in messy fashion, either thrown or dropped behind her in a ragged trail. The clock strung up against the adjacent wall rang midnight, reflecting a numbered face of distain. While she dragged her nails over him, Tatsumi held her still, fiddling with her lacy hair, twirling strands of the long follicles through his fingers, taking care not to hurt her. He was so gentle it made Akame feel Bad about herself.

The duo certainly did not want to talk about their ticking time. The last battle was inching closer and closer every minute they used up, so it was the last thing that would strike a positive, meaningful conversation between the two. Akame looked around their inn room warily, examining its content. The fridge was empty, U fortunately, as they would have to go shopping soon or else die a pitiful death from starvation. No one wanted that to happen.

For a time the couple revelled in the tranquillity, encircled by a cone of silence.

Then something in her head clicked: this may be the last conversation she had with him. Neither if the two knew what would happen next, only worrying about what was directly before them first. She again glimpsed at his face, the gears and cogs turning and working in his head, desperate to make a next move. He looked so stressed and tired, evident from the massive bags that had manifested under his exhausted green eyes.

"So...Tatsumi..." She started, very hesitant. With one eyebrow raised at her sudden dialogue, the said man looked down at her and replied, kindness wavering in his voice.

"Yes? What's up Akame?" Answering a question with a question, typical Tatsumi. If anything g she found his stupidity and tendencies cute at times, this being an exception.

"Do you ever...think about what's going to happens after this...like what you're going to do. Are we going to keep doing assassination contracts...keep on killing...or..." The answer honestly surprised him, but he was ready to give his word.

"Well...I don't know about you, but I'd like to take a break from all this; maybe settle down and get married, have chil-" he was interrupted by Akame's choking. She violently coughed out while he patted her back, supporting her shoulders with his other arm.

"Y-you want to get married?!" She blurted out, extremely alarmed at his sudden confession. "Is he proposing now? Is he asking me to be his bride? Wh-what do I do? How is this even-wha-is he seriously asking?!" In her head she was freaking out, but in the outside was stunned silence, waiting for a response.

"Sure." He was as blunt as ever. Akame stared at him exasperated, jaw agape and eyes twitching. There was no way he just said 'sure' to that.

"Because who wouldn't want to marry the most beautiful woman in the world?" He whispered into her ear, biting down on her lone and nibbling it. He could hear her moan into his collar bone. His effect made her feel wobbly, hot and stutter her words.

"I'm f-far from beautiful. I'm a monster who has killed countless people and even-" she pushed away from his mouth to talk again, but was cut off. Tatasumi swallowed nervously before speaking.

"I don't care about how many people you've killed...or if your past life is messed up. I just care about making your future mine." His words were so gentle and touching she couldn't even reply to that. How was she supposed to? He had just called her 'beautiful', spent jung that no one else would ever acknowledge with her, except him. Why was he do fascinated, interested in her?

"Oh...T-Tatsumi..." She said in a hush tone, cradling him harder. The information was too much take in now. His words had collided her with the force of a gigantic Boulder, making her shudder.

"A-Akame?" He asked cautiously, shaking her by the shoulders lightly. He thought he had rendered her unconscious by the looks of it.

"D-do-I-"

"Akame." He hushed vehemently. His breathe along her skin arose tingles of excitement, along with blooming red roses painting her pale cheek complexion.

"Y-yes?" She timidly asked, flushing furiously in her place.

"I'm not proposing, calm down please," he teasingly chuckled. When realisation smashed into her, she first exhaled in relief, then mentally slapped herself for being so arrogant. His sea green spheres appeared so demanding, yet even more caring. His loving gaze did not falter from her direction, making her own stoic eyes to avert, contemplating her next move. Being around him was both daunting and comfortable.

"R-Really? Oh-oh okay..."

"But after this, when the time comes..." His sudden comment sparked a yelp and wince of flustering surprise.

"A-A-I... I understand." She finally managed, hoping her voice wouldn't hop out of her throat before she spoke another word.

"Great!" Tatsumi scoffed before closing the distance between their lips, crashing his upon hers until they moulded together in perfect closure. Her lips felt so unbelievably tender and wanting as sherries to clasp over him more. Both palms rose to squeeze the sides of his chiselled jaw line, caressing his flowering red cheeks. Tatsumi's own pair of hands were occupied with her waist, one sliding under her black sleeveless shirt and kneading her bare flesh, sending an electric shock up her spine, causing an arch to create itself in her back. The other trailed her porcelain neck, massaging the back of her scalp with his skilled fingers. She tastes of sugary syrup with an underling softness that he would recognise anywhere. Her soft mews vibrated through his lips, heightening his sense of pride.

They pulled apart, gasping for much needed air. Akame's brain was still trying to decipher his words from earlier, and the passionate lip lock they just shared. Goosebumps of anticipation popped from her skin, which Tatsumi ran his index over painfully scorching her by the second. Akame could only watch in embarrassment and blush at her unintentional reaction.

The she flinched sharply, and with a quick look down she freed herself from his warm arms.

"Tatsumi I'm sorry." She mumbled, rushing to the bathroom.

"Akame what's wro-"

"I'm sorry!" She yelled behind her, locking the door in place and rushing to the mirror, pulling out scrolls of toilet paper until she had a massive amount rolled around her arm. She wiped her of downwards, soaking the blood into her material until it painted the white completely red. Panicking she cleaned everything, flushing the ruins paper down the toilet and shaking off Tatsumi's worries.

"This can't be happening." She whispered, alarmed beyond belief. It felt normal, get her heart pounded from her chest. The memories from a night back flashed before her omniscient eyes, reminding her if every action they did, with no precaution. "It can't be that deep into the month..."

She suddenly lurched forward, hurling into the sink uncontrollably. It felt as if her stomach was being sifted through a grinder, and her insides turned over in a wave of fatigue and creeps of nauseous spectacle. Her vision was dulling, as the bathroom light became dim and somber. Tatsumi asked one more, and with her simple answer, he broke down the door.

"Akame what's wrong?"

"I'm feeling sick..."

"What happened?" He asked, cradling her.

"I-I don't-"

Akame fainted, resting upon her lover.

"Akame!" Tatsumi shouted, but no reply came.