Saiyan Chronicles: Slaughterhouse

A/N: I return once more my followers! I am indeed alive! Sorry for the wait, guys, I just had so much school work to catch up on that I didn't have time to write anything. But, during that time, an idea sprung from my mind, why not plug a different oc into the world of Akame ha Kill? The storyline is already damn near finished in my head, and now I just gotta type it out and let you guys see how it turns out. And now, without further procrastination, I present to you the first chapter of the first story of a possible trilogy, Saiyan Chronicles: Slaughterhouse!

Strength

"How about I just rip your dick off and feed it to the lion. That sounds fun, don'tcha think?"

~?

She was terrified for her life. Running like the hounds of hell themselves were at her back, she flew through crowds, buildings, and streets, eventually finding herself at an alley. She sprinted down the shady passageway as quickly as she could, feeling as her feet bled from the over exhaustion of her limbs. At some point, she collapsed, her back sliding into the dead end. Her hair fell out of her braid, her chocolate locks spilling over her shoulders and face. She tried to stand, she really did, but her knees gave and fell to the stony ground once more. A bulky shadow befell her form in an instant, the mighty entity staring down at her with eerie red eyes. "P-please. Don't h-hurt me. I-I don't have any m-money." If the figure heard her, it didn't seem to notice as it stalked forward, ever so closer, to the frightened maiden.

"You'll make a lovely meal."

Massive claws erupted from his arms as he bent his knees, leaning towards her. And then, he lunged! "I don't wanna die!"

CLANG!

She flinched at the harsh sound, her face scrunching up at the pain caused to her ears. Then, she realized that the attack never came. She felt around for it, but it seemed to have been nowhere near her. Cautiously, tentatively, she opened her emerald green eyes, and promptly gawped at what she saw there. "Didn't your mom ever tell you that that's not how you treat a lady?" Another figure, obviously male telling by the physique, stood before her, barring her assailant's path to her. He stood stock straight, clad head to toe in a closed black cloak, one arm held out toward the hulking man before him. "Whoever your parent's were, they did a horrific job teaching you manners. So…" she briefly looked around and saw the shattered pieces of her assailant's claws around her savior's feet as he shook his cloak free of the sharp metal embedded into it. "Why don't I teach you a lesson, ne?" A swipe from the arm with a claw still intact swung by his head, missing entirely when the young man jumped to the side. Propelling himself off of the wall, he allowed his boot to rocket into his adversary with such a great force that he broke the hungry bastard's spine as evident by the sickening crunch that reverberated through the alleyway. He howled in pain, the animalistic sound making her cringe away from the scene and yet, the very moment she closed her eyes, everything went dead silent. The girl opened her eyes once more and she found herself in the middle of a busy intersection, lights flaring and voices blaring all against her senses as she stood there in silence, shellshocked. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed she clenched her fingers as she tried to formulate words.

It ended up coming out like baby garble.

The brunette suddenly looked down at her hand, realizing that she had crumbled up a small piece of paper within her grasp. When did that get there? She raised it to her gaze, opening it in the process. Her green eyes scanned the parchment even as people scurried by her like rats in the wall. The note said one thing:

Next time you get chased, don't run into an alley.

(Elsewhere…)

Beneath the hood of his cloak, he smiled, pearly whites flashing in the moonlight. Another he had saved from the benevolence of evil since he'd entered the Capital. His shoulders shook slightly as he chuckled aloud to himself. She's not that bad on the eyes either. He looked down, watching in slight amusement from his position in the sky as the busty brunette he'd saved not even moments ago looked around the crowd for him.

Leaving her to her own devices, he ignited his aura whilst still hovering high above the peoples of the Capital, the ethereal cloak of blazing blue energy wrapping around his form; coiling about his body, writhing, like a thing alive. Without so much as a second thought, he was off, a thin stream of his aura flitting behind as he broke the sound barrier the very instant he fled from his position, a transparent sonic cone vibrating before his vision.

Let's go see what this 'Night Raid' is all about.

(The Home of Night Raid)

Akame awoke from her sound slumber, her fingers white-knuckling around the hilt of Murasame out of pure habit. Her dark eyes searches the darkness of her room, those trained pupils sprinting across her walls in milliseconds. Finding nothing she stood, the one-hit Imperial Arms still held fast within her grip as she stepped toward the room of her window with some trepidation. She swiped her curtains aside and looked toward the ground. A cloaked figure, covered in black from head to toe stood before their base, staring up at her window, a pair of deep onyx eyes watching as she inspected every inch of him, from the muscles showing clearly through his outfit to the thick black mane atop his head and how it stuck out in damn near every direction.

Is that a…?

Before she could question what she thought to have been a long furry appendage originating from his back, he was gone. A slight distortion of the air and a subtle shwing of a sound and his form had fled from immediate existence. Either he was faster than she could see or he teleported. Shed no doubt there was an Imperial Arms with such properties out there, but something of that magnitude was obviously not at work here. The expert assassin quickly dressed, attaching her katana gauntlet with such a speed, she seemed to have blurred back and forth across the room before she charged out of her room and practically flew down the hall of the hideout, her respectively small feet alighting lightly upon the floorboards so as to not unnecessarily awake any of her comrades.

She scoured the entirety of the building, searching for the insanely quiet intruder, frustration filling her features progressively at the fact that she was still having trouble finding him.

Clang!

She stopped short, her ears picking up the sound before the waves resonated through the rest of the building. Turning around, the lithe girl blurred down the halls and toward the kitchen. Reaching the room, she spotted him working his devices by the sink. Completely disregarding everything else, she hopped onto the island top and flung herself at him, swinging her blade with such precision and power that the sword cut the very air itself. Almost as if it were out of a dream, the mysterious man lifting naught but a single finger, and, the girl who left the imperial army and lived watched incredulously as her blade stopped altogether the very instant the weapon and digit came into contact with one another.

With a resounding clang, the attack came to a halt as he wagged the uninjured digit, harmlessly. Then, Akame saw that he was drinking a glass of water. He put the cup in the sink upside-down and sigh happily. "That was refreshing, but now I'm gonna go stupid from the lead in the tap." His joke went over her head like a baseball to an outfielder not paying attention. She was too entranced by the fact that her blade made contact and yet, this guy stopped it with just a finger. "Oh c'mon, don't look like that.", he told her as he lifted her chin took at him. The only reason he still had his arm was because she was too stupefied to react to the action. "It was a well placed attack, there just wasn't enough power behind it to break my skin, that's all."

He left her and say at the table, removing his cloak over the chair as he flicked his finger toward the light switch, causing it to flip, lighting the room up in the process. He beckoned her, pointing to the seat opposite of him as he pushed a hand through his out of place hairstyle. "Come. Take a seat." She did so and he interlocked his fingers together, resting his head on his hands, "Let's talk bidness."

They did just that until the sun rose over the horizon.