Akame Ga KIll: The Return Of A Prince

Rescuing The Prince Part II

(Revan's AN): I have no words that need to be said.

Full Summary: Tatsumi Seika, the second son of Kaito Seika, was a rebellious child. Unlike his siblings, he didn't care about the duties of a prince, and after being told that he was going to marry some noblewoman, he ran away from home. Now, after five years of being away, Tatsumi has finally returned.

Non-canon, single-pairing, OOC Characters.

"Flashbacks" - Thinking

"Flashbacks" - Talking

[Flashbacks] - Letters or Reports.

Theme Song: Ten Million Voices, by Shaman's Harvest.

Main Writer: Revan the Edgelord

Co-Writer: None.

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As Ieyasu blocked the throwing knives, Trooma laughed hysterically.

"This is fun! This Trooma is enjoying the fight! What about you, little birdie? Are you enjoying this too!?" Trooma asked with a crazed smiled as he pulled out more throwing knives from his coat.

"This isn't a game." Ieyasu stated with a huff. He was feeling a little exhausted, but was confident that he could beat the redhead in front of him.

"It isn't?" Trooma questioned with a slightly confused look. "This Trooma thought we were just playing with each other, little birdie, but were you actually taking this serious?"

As Ieyasu opened his mouth to respond, Trooma threw his knives at him and charged him while pulling out two more knives.

He had successfully blocked the knives that were thrown at him with Rukt, but unfortunately, Trooma was faster than he expected and slashed at him as he passed him.

Ieyasu released a grunt upon feeling the steel cut his arm, and couldn't help from clutching the wound as well as looking at it.

"It's people like you that piss this Trooma off." Trooma stated as he turned his head and looked at him with an angry expression written on his face, his voice cold and holding little emotion. "You take everything seriously and don't know how to have fun, and that irritates Trooma."

"Heh." Came the noise from Ieyasu's mouth after staring at his arm that had blood slowly seeping out of it. "You're pretty fast with those little daggers of yours. I'll give you that, but speed isn't going to save you from my judgment."

"Your judgment doesn't matter!" Trooma yelled as he threw one of his daggers at Ieyasu and charged him again. "The only judgment that matters is Dr. Stylish's!"

Meanwhile, Jericho planted his sword that was glowing a spectral green into the ground and said aloud in a low tone. "You're all fucked."

The Pawns that surrounded him tilted their heads in confusion, but that was all they could do before being set ablaze by green fire that surged from the ground beneath them.

A few of them had released a scream, but the green flames burned them quickly, so it didn't take long for it to reduce them to nothing but ashes.

As he lifted his sword out of the ground, Kaku said with disdain in his voice. "Incompetent fools, can't even kill one guy."

Jericho raised an eyebrow in response as he stared at the big man. The guy was Dr. Stylish's bishop apparently, and had declared earlier that he would be his opponent, but so far he has done nothing, but watched him fight the Pawns while criticizing them.