Hello and welcome you all to a new story that no one has ever asked for yet I just thought of this idea because after finally getting permission from AceAkuma from his 'A Needed Hero', a My Hero Academia and Akame ga Kill Crossover, I thought about making a story for , mostly because the last time I have just published my Sekiro ga Kill on this website, it is lambasted by how 'unrealistic' or 'how rushed the romance is' or whatever.
You may think that it is just me being whiny but unlike those other egotistical and narcissistic fanfic authors who can't take criticism yet never comment on it (looking at a certain author who created that Overlord (2012)/Akame ga Kill/Superman Crossover over there), I do because as much as I would whine a lot, I also need to be thick skinned and know just because I would get bad reviews, awful reputation and worst publicity, I should that it isn't the end of the world.
"Ooh, look at me, whining about being so disrespected by uncultured swine. Why can't I grown up and be an adult?" I said to myself in an act of self-admittance of my self-deprecation.
Anyway, that aside, this is a story where if you read the title and summary, this stars Yami as the main protagonist. Why? Mostly because I think she is practically the coolest character for her cute yet gothic design, awesome powers and well, being an AU version of another character that has the same powers and appearance in another anime who is constantly called 'Princess' who's protagonist, however, just got worse.
You know who I'm talking about, right?
Overall, expect this story to have a ton of action, drama and of course, yuri because if you've seen my favourites, you know I am a fan of other anime that has a disproportionate number of female characters with a female-to-female ship tease.
I could say that I should stop talking but I need to prepare you guys for what this story is all about.
Try and if you guys know the game, Shadow the Hedgehog. Got it? Then also picture Moon Knight. Got it, again? Is there anything you want to at least add to the story?
No?
I'm willing to get criticism if it means I won't suffer the same fate as other bad authors out there who's affinity for harems, shonen tropes, forced drama, flanderization and lack of character development is something to be considered.
Look, I know that I'm not the best author out there.
But when I have been reading so much TV Tropes, so much stories, so much audiobook and many more, I... I think that I am capable...
I think?
Also, just know that this is nothing more than FanFiction, meaning that it doesn't exist in the source material which means that this is a sort of different version of Yami with the creative liberty to it, especially on how far Yami had developed as a character.
Anyway, I'll stop ranting...
Now, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Akame ga Kill, To Love Ru and 'A Needed Hero' by 'AceAkuma'. They belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy.
The cherry blossom petals danced a delicate ballet in the spring breeze as it swirl around the courtyard of Sainan High.
The air is soft, carrying the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, a stark contrast to the knot of anxiety tightening in Yuuki Rito's stomach.
He stood facing Konjiki No Yami, her golden twin tails swaying slightly as a playful gust of wind rustled through the cherry trees.
Yami, usually an epitome of lethal coolness in her pristine school uniform, projected a different kind of intensity today, displayed by her stiff posture, a gaze that fixed just past his shoulder, and her fingers nervously played with the hem of her crisp white shirt.
It wasn't the usual controlled stillness of an assassin ready to strike; it was the fidgety unease of someone preparing for a difficult conversation.
Hidden deep within the leafy embrace of the azalea bushes that lined the courtyard, a clandestine audience held their breath, peering through the verdant foliage.
Lala's antennae twitched with insatiable curiosity, picking up every subtle vibration in the air while Momo's eyes gleamed with a mischievous, almost predatory interest, her mind already conjuring up a dozen scenarios from the unfolding drama and as for Nana, ever the pragmatic one who is chewing thoughtfully on a blade of grass as her expression being a mixture of intrigue and detached amusement.
Mikan Yuuki, resigned to the chaos that perpetually surrounded her brother, simply sighed as she braced herself for whatever ridiculous situation was about to unfold.
Haruna Sairenji, a picture of romantic anticipation, her cheeks flushed pink, clasped her hands together in fervent prayer, her heart beating in time with the fluttering petals.
Even the usually stoic and composed Yui Kotegawa leaned forward, her gaze laser-focused, analyzing every nuance of the interaction with an almost clinical precision.
Rito swallowed hard, the lump in his throat feeling like a particularly large and stubborn cherry pit. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird desperately seeking escape.
Yami had requested a private word after school, a summons that had led him to this secluded, petal-strewn corner of the courtyard as the serious expression that etched on her usually impassive face, the way she nervously fidgeted with her uniform, the charged silence hanging between them – it all screamed one thing: A confession.
A confession ofthosefeelings.
"I… I…" Yami began, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant, devoid of its usual sharp edge. The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.
'I love you?' Rito finished silently in his head, his face flushing a vibrant crimson as he braced himself for the inevitable, yet strangely desired, moment.
Could this be it?
Could the stoic, deadly, and undeniably beautiful Yami… actually harbor feelings for him?
It seemed almost too good to be true, a dream woven from the fantastical threads of his chaotic life.
He could almost hear the violins swelling, the dramatic crescendo of his romantic destiny about to be unveiled.
But the words that followed are not the sweet symphony of love he'd imagined but a discordant note that shattered the romantic melody in his head.
"I don't think this is working out."
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"Eh..." Rito said in a tone of disbelieving shock.
"Eh..." The girls that were hiding in the bushes also said in a tone of disbelieving shock as silence descended, thick and heavy enough to smother the cheerful chirping of nearby birds, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the spring breeze.
Rito blinked, momentarily convinced he'd misheard, probably from the swirling petals that had played tricks on his ears, "W-what did you say, Yami-san?" he stammered, his hopeful anticipation collapsing in on itself like a punctured balloon.
Yami took a deep breath, a visible effort to regain her composure, and met his gaze with unwavering firmness. "I said, I don't think this is working out."
Confusion warred with a strange, inexplicable sense of relief in Rito's chest.
Relief?
Why relief?
He was supposed to be heartbroken and devastated!
Yet, amidst the bewilderment, a small voice whispered that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't so bad.
"Not working out? Did… did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern as he frantically racked his brain, trying to recall any recent blunder, any particularly egregious act of clumsiness or perversion that might have offended her more.
Had he accidentally groped her again?
Had he tripped and fallen on her at an inopportune moment?
His life has always been a tapestry woven with such incidents, making it difficult to pinpoint a specific offense.
Yami sighed, a soft, almost melancholic sound that further solidified the unexpected gentleness of her current demeanor, "It's not… it's not because of your perverted antics, Rito." She actually admitted to hating them, a subtle undercurrent of her usual annoyance surfacing even in this delicate moment. "Well, not entirely. But that's not the main reason."
She shifted her weight, her gaze drifting downwards to the ground, tracing invisible patterns in the fallen cherry blossoms.
"It's just… this whole thing. You doing something perverted, me getting angry and beating you up… it's not healthy." She finally looked up, her golden eyes meeting his again, a flicker of genuine concern in their depths, "It's not… right. You deserve someone who genuinely cares about you, someone who appreciates you for who you are, not someone who constantly gets mad at you, even if we both know it's mostly accidental."
A faint blush dusted her cheeks then, a delicate rose petal tint against her pale skin, and she nervously poked her fingers together, a shy gesture utterly at odds with her usual assassin demeanor. "And… and there's someone else." She mumbled the last part, barely audible, as if confessing a shameful secret. "Someone… I have a crush on."
Rito's initial confusion slowly morphed into understanding. He looked at Yami, truly looked at her, and saw not just the deadly assassin and a stoic guardian, but a girl, basically a young woman struggling to express her feelings, even if those feelings were about ending their… whatever ambiguous dynamic they had.
A warm, genuine smile spread across his face.
"Yami-san," he said gently, surprised by the ease and sincerity in his own voice, "it's okay."
He meant it.
It really is okay.
"If you've found someone who makes you happy, then that's… that's great. Really. And if you don't think… this is right, well, I understand. We can still be friends, right?"
Yami's head snapped up, her golden eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and relief as a genuine, soft smile bloomed on her face, the kind Rito had rarely witnessed, a smile that illuminated her features and chased away the usual shadows of coolness.
She nodded emphatically, her twin tails bouncing slightly, "Friends. Yes, friends is good."
From behind the bushes, a chorus of sniffles erupted.
Lala dabbed at her large, glistening eyes with the back of her hand, her antennae drooping with melancholic sympathy.
Momo discreetly wiped a dramatic tear with her sleeve, a surprisingly sentimental reaction masked behind a smirk.
Even Nana's tough exterior seemed to soften, her usual mischievous glint replaced by a thoughtful, almost wistful expression.
Haruna was openly weeping, dramatic sobs echoing through the foliage, murmuring about the bittersweet beauty of young love and broken hearts, while Mikan shook her head, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips, fighting back her own amusement at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
Yui, surprisingly, just blinked rapidly, betraying no outward emotion, but there is no denying a subtle shift in her usually impassive demeanor, a flicker of something akin to… sadness? Or perhaps just mild annoyance at Haruna's loud sobbing.
Rito, feeling a surprising wave of relief and a strange, unfamiliar sense of maturity wash over him, decided to offer Yami a comforting pat on the shoulder, a gesture of platonic camaraderie.
He reached out, intending to offer a gentle, almost brotherly touch...
And unfortunately for his notoriously clumsy feet, as if sensing a moment of positive development and instinctively sabotaging it, had betrayed him.
He tripped over his own feet, which seemed to have tangled themselves in an invisible knot, losing his balance and flailing wildly for something, anything, to grab onto.
His hand, in a cruel twist of fate, landed not on Yami's shoulder, but not only on the front of her uniform blouse, right at the delicate fabric of the collar but also her skirt as the fabric, already strained and delicate, gave way with a sickening rip, a sound that echoed louder than a gunshot in the suddenly silent courtyard.
Rito's eyes widened in horror, his blood running cold as he looked up while feeling the torn clothes of Yami's uniform, now seeing her revealing her frilly pink undergarments, consisting of a pair of bra and panties adorned with playful, cartoonish fish designs as he… somehow… in his infinite, unparalleled clumsiness, managed to completely strip her in his accidental and horrifically timed move.
A collective gasp, a stunned intake of breath that rippled through the hidden audience, echoed from the bushes. Lala, Momo, and Nana peeked out, their eyes widening to comical proportions, their earlier sentimentality instantly replaced by slack-jawed shock.
Mikan pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply as a small smile finally breaking into an exasperated grimace.
Haruna fainted dramatically, collapsing in a heap, or rather, into Yui's arms, who somehow managed to catch her without even flinching, her expression remaining remarkably unchanged despite the unfolding catastrophe.
Yami stood frozen, every muscle in her body rigid, her face a mask of thunderous fury and mortified embarrassment as the soft smile and the gentle demeanor she once had have vanished in an instant, replaced by the terrifying visage of a wrathful goddess.
Her blonde hair began to shimmer and writhe as the golden strands vibrating with barely contained rage as wisps of it taking on the distinct shape of tiny, furious fists, being miniature weapons of mass destruction that are poised for deployment.
Rito, trapped in the vortex of his own perverted disaster, the epicenter of yet another calamitous misunderstanding, could only manage a weak, awkward chuckle, "U-uh… Yami-san… those are… really cute?" he stammered, desperately trying to defuse the situation, to somehow, miraculously, rewind time and undo his monumental blunder, but only succeeding in pouring gasoline on a raging inferno, igniting the already volatile situation into an explosive blaze.
That is the final straw as Yami's carefully constructed control of the fragile veneer of gentleness, is now snapped like a twig.
With a guttural cry of pure, unadulterated rage, a sound that promised swift and brutal retribution, her hair-fists launched themselves at Rito, a golden swarm of miniature weaponry pummeling him into the air.
"I HATE PERVERTED THINGS!!!" Yami shrieked, each word punctuated by a solid hair-fist to Rito's face, his nose, and various other unfortunate body parts as he soared through the air, a comical silhouette against the ethereal beauty of the cherry blossom petals, his earlier maturity and understanding completely forgotten in the face of Yami's incandescent wrath.
The spring breeze, once gentle and sweet, now carried the sound of Rito's pained yelps and Yami's furious cries, a chaotic symphony of springtime destruction in the courtyard of Sainan High.
All the while, high above Sainan High School, almost lost amongst the fluffy white clouds, a figure hovered, unseen by those below.
She was sleek and alien, her silhouette sharp against the bright sky. Her gaze was fixed on the courtyard, specifically on the spot where the blonde girl with the twin tails is still visibly fuming, albeit with a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks.
A soft, almost ethereal voice whispered from the figure's lips, carried away by the wind, "I've finally… found you."
Well, here is the story unfolding, I guess...
If you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below because I've finally found the idea to make the story and writing work and here it is.
Well, anyway...
Ciao...