Chelsea entered the small room in the back with the boy. Her soft fur felt dazzling through the boy's finger tips as each touch shot a jolt of pleasure down her spine. A deep rumbling noise from her belly caused a sweet loud purr to escape between her kitten mouth. All too soon there was a knock on the door that startled her causing her tiny paws to skirmish across the cold tile floor and scoot underneath a small space.<br/><br/>The man in the wheel chair found his way to the boy without any issues of her being between the wheel chair wheel, and the floor. She was human, but just had one advantage over others with her specialized government weapon. A sound as familiar to her as home reached her ears. It was a slight tinging sound, and the smell of tuna. Too bad she was human, or the can food would have been a real treat to a cat. The act had to be played. Her teeth cringed at the thought of having to  taste raw slimy substance of wet fish, and dirty water lapse between her teeth like water slipping into a sewage drain. The tiny white paws pressed forward even though her brain resisted the want of such a disastrous food. If only animal taste buds transformed with the form...<br/><br/>She sauntered over to the tuna, and pretended that the taste was appetizing as the man in the wheel chair entertained the boy. However, If anyone managed to enter the room, she was standby to transform and protect the boy. After all, It was the job of Night Raid to protect the innocent from the government's plan. The conversation between the man and boy carried through her ears like bees hovering around the hive.<br/><br/>Akame could barely feel the cold pavement under her face. A metallic flavor licked between her teeth, and tongue teasingly.  It caressed the barely sane thoughts that were running through her head. She should be unconscious by now, but her innate training from being Assassin led her to never let her whole back of her head exposed. So the man had really just hit a spot that one spot on her head that causes the world to spin for a few.  The impact of her head hitting the ground was the real reason she hadn't stood up yet.<br/><br/>Her head was still grappling with the sword's darkness as it swirled behind her eyes like a whirl wind. She clenched her fists trying not let on that the conversation before her was just barely audible. There was a bit of gloating, and confusion going on. Her fingers gripped the cold pavement as they tried to push her body up, but the desperate movement made her fingers ache. The scene going on around her played in slow motion.