Akame ga Kill:Capital Punishment

Chapter 4: Style

Next morning, Tatsumi was assigned to train with Mine. They were casually strolling in the Capital, going to the caffe, going to a clothing store where Mine tried different outfits. Tatsumi was forced to carry Mine's luggage. They finnaly settled down in the different caffe.

Meanwhile in "The Razor' Edge" bar, Kerber was sitting with Rip. Rip drinking Whisky while Kerber was drinking blueberry juice. Rip was looking at Kerber like he was crazy. Have you ever seen a man drink blueberry juice in the bar? Kerber saw Rip was looking at him.

Kerber:What?

Rip:How the fuck can you drink blueberry in the bar?

Kerber:I can't stand alcohol, how can you drink it.

Rip:Becouse it's good?

Kerber:Did you know that alcohol comes from the Kelpies word al-kuhl, which means "powder for coloring the eyelids."

Rip:Oh shit. Do you see the kind of foreknowledge one goes to a bar with?

Kerber:Ah piss of wanker. Anywas, i've been meaning to ask you. How's Naomi doing?

Rip:She's fine. She is recovering well with Adele's help.

Kerber:Good.

Rip:So,how's working with Night Raid coming along?

Kerber:Dandy. On the first day we were killing bandits, second day going fishing with Akame. Remember when you left to find Naomi?

Rip:Yeah, what about it?

Kerber:Well when you left, i left to find Tatsumi. I was watching him killing Ogre.

Rip spitted his whiskey. He looked towards Kerber with wide eyes, not believing what he just heard.

Rip:What!? You've got to be shitting me! That country boy killed Ogre!?

Kerber:Yeah, sliced him to pieces.

Rip:Damn, he ain't so bad.

Kerber:Yeah. Anyway, I gotta go.

Rip:Where you going?

Kerber:To hang out with Tatsumi and Mine.

Rip:Oh, ok then.

Just when Kerber was about to stand up, Rip grabbed him by the wrist. Kerber cunfused by this looked towards Rip.

Rip:Do they know who you work with?

Kerber:Why do you ask?

Rip:Just answer the question.

Kerber:Fine. No, they don't know.

Rip:But what if they find out, What would you do then?

Kerber:They won't find out, and if they do find out. I'll just tell the truth.

Rip, still holding Kerber by the wrist, looking at him, and Kerber doing the same. After a moment of staring at eachother, Rip released Kerber. Kerber then stood up, waving at Rip.

Kerber:I'll be seeing ya.

Rip still siting with a bottle of whiskey and glass, he was looking the door where Kerber left. He then poured Whiskey in glass then drinking it in one go.

Rip:"Kerber you fucking psycho."
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Kerber was strolling trough the Capital with his hands in pants pocket. While walking, people around sometimes took glances towards him. More specifically his face, pale right side and burned with missing skin on the left. Kerber ignored them, but sometimes he would turn his head to the side. He than slowely brought his left hand to his left side of the face, gently touching it. He completely lost his feelings on the left side, no matter how many times he touch it, he won't feel anything. Those were wounds from "The Massacre"