Mine In Akame Ga Kill Novels & Stories

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

The image flashed again, the neat stacks of money sitting inside my purse like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. My jaw clenched again. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not doing this.” The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out, forcing myself to move like everything was fine. Training was already in session when I walked in. Smith glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small nod and continued. I joined in, trying to focus. But my mind kept slipping back to him; the note, the breakfast, and the money.

I said. I face Mangey Tails his eyes flesh-like likely being controlled by Corona herself wielding my Amethyst Piko Piko Hammer in hand, while Cetrion, Karuji, Kronika and Meridia began to safely load the train with survivors. “Let’s not waste anytime… inmate” I said as I ready myself with the Amethyst Piko Piko Hammer. Mangey was amazed to see an inkling holding an Amethyst Piko Piko Hammer similar to Thorn Rose’s Piko Piko Hammer.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

I plead, bending uncomfortably while clutching my stomach, and his face contort in worry. "Fuck, he said you shouldn't get a scratch. He is going to kill me" The man places away his gun and kneels beside me. He doesn't see it coming when I discreetly pull out my dagger from my holster and repeatedly plunge it into his neck. If he wants me alive, then why were they pointing guns in my face? Leave alone shooting me. " I am not going anywhere that Man is" I whisper when his body slumps beside me, gradually turning cold.

I took a gulp of beer. "Hell, this..." She chuckled, lowering her gaze to the floor "This is really awkward. I... er... I could never have expected that we'd meet this way. I am going to be killed, right?." She asked. "How did you think we'd meet, then?" I ignored her question but I was pretty sure she knew the answer. I didn't have to fill her in that I would have to do whatever Giacometti asks me to do. And if he asks me to blow her head off right this moment, she would not finish her next sentence before bullets would be lodged in her head.

Later that night, Zane stood alone in the room Andrei had given him, staring out the tall windows into the pitch-dark forest beyond. His reflection stared back. A vase. A weapon. A ghost. What would he become? He turned from the window, and saw it— A new suit hanging on the wall. Black silk. Tailored. Deadly. And beside it, a small black box on the dresser. Zane opened it. Inside was a collar. Not the gold one from the auction. This one was silver. Sleek. Almost elegant. Not a cage. A symbol. His fingers hovered over it. He didn’t pick it up.

“If you say so. Go away. Shoo fly, shoo.” “We do.” He’s already starting to walk off again, but I move beside him. I’ll never keep up if he doesn’t slow down. He knows this, and despite me irritating the hell out of him, he’s now amused and wants to hear what I’ll say next, I presume. “We work in the mines to provide precious metals to make the weapons you use to destroy your enemies, even us.” “We don’t need weapons to destroy you.” His fangs elongate, and I take a step back, wishing I could shift even a little bit so I could do that, too.

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

The mines that provided us with our most needed minerals had sat flush against the mountains of the Diarna, and had been the first places attacked and utterly decimated by the shades. "I didn't know they were that hard to come by out there," he said, stopping outside a red curtain. This whole wing had red curtains for doors. "You mean you guys don't have a shortage?" He shook his head. "We have a small mine at one of our other nests. The toxicity keeps the population small, but they get the job done. Aaron, you in?" "Burney? What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay -"