Comic Con
1,000 Years Ago...
I arrived at Comic Con with my parents, my excitement reaching its peak as I stepped out of the car, everybody noticed what I was wearing; a rule 63 Akame outfit, except the Murasame katana. My parents stepped out and my dad looked like he didn't approve of my choice of cosplay outfit, as if he didn't make that clear enough.
"Now, son," he began, "are you absolutely, positively, 100% certain that you want to go prancing around in THAT?"
I sigh in annoyance, "Yes, dad, Akame Ga Kill is a famous amine and I liked Akame the most. Besides, a lot of people have done Akame before, male AND female, so what's the big deal?"
My mom came up and broke up the argument, "Now you be a good boy and have fun, be sure to meet us at the food court later, okay?"
"I will, mom. See ya!"
As I left to enjoy my Comic Con experience, I could hear my dad speak, "I swear he's having trouble coming out of the closet."
"Honey!" I heard my mom chastise him.
I let out a sigh of sadness and continued on.
After about an hour of roaming around, getting compliments and high fives from a ton of people in the convention, I was ready to head to the food court to meet up with my parents. As I walked, it caught my eye: Murasame. The ACTUAL Murasame from the anime was here in Comic Con at a creepy looking merchant's stand. I knew I had to have it, but I promised my parents I'd be at the food court.
Then I remembered my dad's hurtful words...
"Eh," I shrug, "they can wait a little longer."
I waltzed up to the stand with the merchant giving me a creepy smile.
"Hello there, Akame." He greeted in a raspy voice.
"Hi, um, how much for the Murasame katana?"
He even chuckles creepily, "$30."
I had some extra money from saving up like my parents told me to, so I slapped down a 20 and a 10 dollar bill on the table, "Deal!"
He hands me the sword and I take it into my hands.
It was then I felt it.
My heart seized up, much like the real Akame's opponents as they get struck by her blade and get injected with its poison, and I fell to the ground, slowly losing consciousness.
The merchant...tricked me...