Akame was the last one to leave the room as the rest of Night Raid and the Elite Seven had headed to the kitchen for food. She lingered and considered heading up to where she vaguely remembered Kurome walking to. Probably down the hall and the last door on the left, she always chose that room. Deciding against following Kurome, the red-eyed assassin shook her head, and followed her comrades, she figured that angering her little sister this early was not the way she wanted to start their reunion.

Chief, thankfully, was not cooking, but ingredients had been left out for her. It would seem that she was making Kurome's favorite, Pity, she thought to herself, It's never meat.

"So," Tatsumi finally broke the silence from his place at the table, "What's up Kurome?"

The Elite Seven simultaneously let out long, heavy sighs, "Where to begin?" One of them said.

"Kurome's..." Chief began before he stopped and thought about the best adjective to describe Kurome.

"Difficult?" Green suggested.

"Challenging?"

"Annoying?"

"Stubborn?"

"Evil?" A few eyebrows raised at that last one, "What?" Gal defended, "She's evil! She's pranked me so many times, it's unfair. Natala always helped too. Stupid Group of Terror."

Akame entered the room with a sheet of cookie dough, "Kurome's prideful and likes being right about everything."

"Pot, be nice to Kettle," Tsukushi said teasing her friend.

Night Raid at this point, was absolutely confused. They had always thought that the Elite Seven would be serious people with cruel personalities. But here, they were acting like a large, slightly dysfunctional family. Akame stuck out her tongue at Tsukushi and contemplated through a blob of cookie dough at her before turning back into the kitchen and setting the cookies into the oven.

"What's Kurome's problem with you?" Tatsumi asked quietly, "She's never-"

"She's always behaved like this," Chief interrupted, "Though that's mostly due to Akame's ability to spoil her.

Akame spluttered in surprise, "I do not spoil Kurome."

"That's bull and you know it." Poney said shortly, "Name one time you've said no to Kurome. Just one time."

"You know, I think I'm going to go check on those cookies. I wonder if they're done?"

"Coward!" Green called after his red-eyed comrade's lithe fleeing form.

"Cowards live longer, Green!" She called back over her shoulder, "Explains why Gal's lived this long."

"Chief, permission to kill?" Gal asked his superior, his eyes narrowing.

"Permission denied."

"You're not exactly what I pictured," Leone said quietly, "You're all too cheerful and relaxed."

The Elite Seven, or rather, what was left of them, fell somber, "We've all killed countless amounts of people since we were young. Is it not better to try to look for a light than to allow yourself to be swallowed by guilt?"

"We're assassins," Chief said finality, "It's all we've ever known. It's all we'll ever be."

-o-

Kurome was pacing her room while Natala was watching, doubled over with silent laughter.

"This is not funny!" She snapped angrily causing him to laugh silently even harder, "This is all your fault."

Natala raised an eyebrow, surprisingly being able to stop laughing for a moment. He quickly wrote down a few characters down on a piece of paper and handed it over, "So you just going to hide yourself in here? With me?"

"Go away." Kurome said in annoyance. Natala had always been able to jab at her while being able to make her see the truth. It was an annoying gift, in Kurome's modest and experienced opinion. Even dead, Natala was able to set her straight.

A few more characters were scribbled, "Go speak to her. Or I'll drag her here myself."

Kurome stared at Natala for a moment. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle in amusement and worry. His stance was relaxed yet defiant. He was substantially taller than Kurome, and always provided long hugs when they were needed. Natala held out his arms obviously expecting Kurome to rush at him for a long hug and maybe a short cry.

However, to Natala's disappointment, he felt himself being recalled into Yatsufusa's blade. He smiled sadly, almost pityingly at his mistress, If only I had the ability to speak, Kurome. I would tell you just how wrong you are.

The black eyed member of Night Raid walked over to her empty bed and fell onto it. She let a hoarse scream that was heard by everyone in the hideout. It was a scream of pure misery.

Hey everyone! Been awhile, hasn't it? Either way, a guest brought up an interesting point. I'm not sure if you've been following or reading my other fics, but one of the them, Hundred Ways to Fall in Love has an Akame x Kurome pairing. Also, as promised, updating this as well as everything else for a slightly belated Christmas present. Okay, maybe it's better for New Years.. but oh well.

I'm also starting to lose interest in this. I'm not happy with the way this storyline is going. So expect a major re-polish at some point this year.