Kill La kill

Disclaimer: I don't own Kill La Kill or Tiger Claw. Only characters are my ocs.

Nashi Archer

Nashi Archer, daughter of Toshiro Archer.

As far as Nashi could tell, her father was a karate expert along with being a black belt. Also, with something on the side she didn't really know about, one of the only things he was secretive about. He was a man in his 30's with sleek black hair tied in a small ponytail reaching his neck and brown eyes. His wore a black Gi Jacket and Gi pants with grey Tiger Claw karate shoes and a black belt with a couple of golden stripes on each end of the belts.

Nashi Archer was a 17 year old girl with messy black chin length hair. She had bangs at her eyebrows and grey eyes. Nashi learned karate from her father and is still learning today. She wears a bright blue GI jacket and pants with a white tank top under that, tied closed with blue belt and no stripes. She had black Tiger Claw karate shoes that laced up.

Nashi and her father moved to Honno City as her father just decided he wanted to do that. She went from mediocre apartment to these slums a bit far from the school. When Nashi asked why, he just told her they needed to go to that city and stay there. She was that she was going to some High School called Honnoji Academy.

She didn't mind, she switched schools a lot as they moved a bit around Japan.

She was on her way to her new home…

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Nashi POV

I woke up to the shrill ringing of the clock. I squeezed my eyes tighter and it kept going. Lifting my head from the pillow, I slammed my hand on the clock shutting it off as it said 7:00 am. I sat up and rubbed my face tiredly. I moved from the thin mattress and went into our small bathroom, getting ready to take a bath.

After the water was filled, I did the usual by stripping down and getting clean. Afterward, I scrubbed my short black hair dry and the rest of myself. It woke me up at least. I grabbed an identical from my closet that I usual wore. Doing a white tank top and blue GI, I pulled it tight and tied the end strings together. Taking my belt and folding it evenly, I tied it tightly to my waist properly.

I ran a hand through my hair and winced. I couldn't brush it really, it was really messy looking even when I washed it, and the messiness never really went away, even after I brushed it, that's why I kept it short. Putting my black karate shoes on and tying them, I waved at my dad and caught the apple he threw at me.

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Dad."

He smiled back at me, already in his black GI and his hair in a ponytail. "Morning, you want coffee?"

I nodded with a yawn. "Yeah, sounds good."

I walked over to the pot and poured some in a Styrofoam cup with a lid I had and threw a small bit of sugar in there. Popping the lid on and swirling the cut around, I waved Dad off. "See you, later!"

He mumbled something back which I heard as good luck and all that. I walked out and closed our door. Eating and drinking my coffee, I saw people around shacks, talking or fighting, a couple people getting pickpocketed. Well, they don't call this the Slums for nothing and I'm not worried. I ate my apple as I walked and tossed the core in the dumpster I passed. Where is this Honnoji Academy anyway?

I walked around and jogged a bit away from other people. My stamina was good since I've been doing karate for about a decade since I was 7. I ran a bit, breathing in and out slowly, easily bypassing people. I left the house around 8:00 so from what Dad told me, I still had a half an hour until class started and Dad didn't want me to be late.

It could be like an endurance training anyway, running to school. I just followed where a bunch of kids were walking. The girls were in these sailor uniforms and the boys in long shirts and pants, military style. I saw this trolley car where a bunch of kids dressed like that stood on it. This must be where the school is at. I like running like this, so I decided not take the trolley, plus it was tightly packed.

I liked the slapping of my well-formed shoes hit the ground along with my breathing going in and out when I ran, other than my skill, exercise kept me in shape. Since we moved a lot, I didn't really have a bike, so I ran places and if I wanted to get there to far places and be quick about it, faster running was important.

I trolley car stopped and I gaped at what I saw, I been to a lot of schools, but what the hell is that? This place was huge. There was this large narrow archway and along with that a large ginormous building that had to be the school. This school had to be insane to get into, how did Dad do it? I drank some of my coffee and shoved my free hand on my pocket. My eyes widened when I gotten closer. "What kid if school was this?" It was a kid, maybe a year or two younger than me. He was stark naked for one and a sign on him called him a pig and traitor. It said. "This is a naked pig who dared defy Honnoji Academy. Justice has been served."

He was pinned above my head, who the hell would do something like that? The kid looked seriously beat up too. What did my Dad get me into? Knowing I could do nothing about it, I stopped looking up and walked through the narrow spaces, getting ready to start my first day…

Some kids were wandering around, in the same uniforms as before. Rubbing a hand across on of my long sleeves of my jacket, I felt weird being the only one dressed not like everyone else. But that wouldn't stop me from dressing like I do. It was a pride thing, wearing my karate uniform, being upgrading in belt color by how strong I've gotten.

I went to the front building of this place and saw that was my classroom was something called No Star: Class K. Whatever that meant.

I walked around until I founded the place, kids talking to each other. The thing that was strange was that some kids had on this grey body suit with a big star in front of it and almost all of them looked the same, like they were some kind of club or something. I shrugged it off, had nothing to do with me, I wasn't changing into anything.

I walked into the classroom to see a bunch of kids sitting in rows and a teacher with shaggy blue hair, glasses and a tie, button down shirt and black slacks. He looked over at me and sort of smirked. "Hello, you must be one of the transfer students."

I nodded. "Yes, I'm Nashi Archer."

He nodded and picked up a book at his deck saying. "I'm , you teacher. Find a seat."

I nodded again and sat in an empty seat in the middle as the bell rang. I grimaced at the shrill ring and rubbed my right ear. He started talking about Adolf Hitler and I put my fist on my cheek in boredom as he went on and on. I've been to so many schools all my life that I've heard some of the same subjects before.

The door opened and his girl with a steel guitar case over her shoulder with above the shoulder length black hair with a red back swept to the left in a thigh high skirt and black and white jacket with a dragon on each side of it, with a white shirt and a red bow stood there, a bored look on her face. said. "We have another new student in Class K today so please welcome Ryuko Matoi."

I guess she was the other transfer student and she's not in uniform either. Suddenly a girl in the girl's uniform started chanting and cheering for her to come sit with her. I raised an eyebrow, she certainly is strange. I heard Ryuko Matoi say. "That chick is spazzing out something fierce."

Well, that's an understatement. She sat by the girl and the teacher went back to droning on. I sighed and heard. "She's asleep already!"

I blinked and looked to see that loud girl sleeping, a bubble coming from her nose. I felt myself laugh a bit. Ryuko Matoi eyes turned to me. I smirked and held out my hand from behind me. "Hey, I'm Nashi Archer."

She nodded and grasped my hand a bit. "Ryuko Matoi, you know what's up with this place?"

I frowned in thought and shook my head, removing my hand. "Naw, I'm the others transfer here."

She nodded back at me and turned back to the board and I did too. No problem trying to meet new people and all. I did wander about this place too. Why was that kid hanging like that, what kind of school would do that, let alone be allowed to and that this was one of the biggest school's I been too.

I bell rang again which made me grimace once more and I walked out with the others. I heard a yell and turned to see the loud girl come spinning toward the other girl, she dodged and my eyes widened when I saw her flying in my direction. I snapped my hand out and stopped her by the back of her necktie. "Are you okay…uh."

She grinned as I let go and pointed to herself. "I'm Mako Mankanshoku, you're the new student aren't you! You are, you are!"

My eyes widened again at what she said. "Uh, yeah, I'm Nashi Archer."

Mako grinned. "Thank you for saving me!"

I nodded with a shrug. "Yeah, no problem."

Mako then turned her pout on Ryuko Matoi. "And why did you dodge me like that?"

I winded up walking with them and walked at Ryuko's other side. She said. "Well, that's what people do when weirdoes come flying at them."

I held back a laugh and smirked. I put my hands in my pockets.

Mako sounded like she was pouting again. "Awww! I was just trying to give my bestie a hug!"

Ryuko asked. "Your bestie?"

"Yeah! We're desk neighbors now, so we're totally besties!"

I asked. "Do you guys know each other or something?"

Ryuko shrugged. "Not really."

I looked over at Mako to see her eyes wide as she said. "Uh-huh! I met her after I beat up my little brother for trying to rob her!"

I snorted as she just looked annoyed at the memory. "Ah, whatever. Hey, do you-stop singing already."

It was true as we walked through more narrow hallways, Mako started singing. I cringed at how terrible it sounded. She was balancing on a bag and singing into the banana in her hand. I sighed as I had no more coffee to drink. This girl is a bit insane. She doesn't seem bad, only crazy.

Ryuko said. "Wait, just listen. I want to know about the deal with this place. Like who is the top dog around here and stuff?"

I leaned forward in interest. "Yeah, what's up with this school?"

The only normal thing about this place was the teacher. Mako stopped and said. "It's-whoa look Ryuko, Nashi! Bow, bow!"

I blinked as a bunch of kids started bowing along with her. I frowned. "Not gonna do that, I don't even know who you are bowing to."

I couldn't bow to someone I didn't know or respect. Mako was bowing and Ryoko was crouched. I decided even if I didn't want to bow, I didn't want get into a fight, so I crouched too. Ryoko said dryly. "He looks like a big shot."

I looked to see a huge man, around the height of 7 or 8 feet with spiked shoulder pads and a three star symbol across his chest with slicked back blond hair and a stern expression. "I agree with you there."

He walked past us and Mako whispered. "He's a three star."

I frowned at her, that star stuff came back. Ryuko asked her about it.

Mako nodded. "Yep. That's Ira Gamagori. The Disciplinary Chairman, he's one of the Elite Four of the Student Council. He's super elite, 3 ranks above us no star students."

"No star?" Huh, I and Ryuko said that at once, we must be on the same page with this. I still want to know about this star stuff.

Mako nodded. "The uniforms here have amazing powers and if you get one, I hear it's awesome. You get all super human and stuff! They're called Goku Uniforms. They go from one star all the way to three star. The Student Council President, Satsuki Kiryuin, she hands out the Goku Uniforms based on students' abilities."

I snorted. "So, your telling me that…clothes give you power?"

She nodded. "Yep!"

I snorted again, smirking. "That's just bullshit! Power comes from strength and training, not clothes. I trained and wear this to show the fighting I use, though these clothes don't give me the power, I do."

Mako mouth was dropped open. "Wow! But those clothes still give power too!"

I rubbed my forehead with a frown. "Ah, whatever." There seemed to be no getting through to this girl.

Ryuko raised an eyebrow at me. "You're a fighter, then?"

I grinned, pointing at myself. "Yeah, blue belt of the Shorin-ryu karate."

I have to admit, I was more than a little bit proud of that. She nodded at me and then remembered something Mako said. "So what you were saying is that the Student Council President is the top dog, right?"

I guess you could say it like that. Wait a minute, the one in charge was what, another student, where the hell is their principal or headmaster? I know heard Kiryuin from somewhere.

"Speak of the devil, that's Lady Satsuki!"

I looked to see a girl around our age with a sharp looking face, long black hair that went down her back, these large eyebrows and white pants with a white jacket, gold things on the shoulders. It was the way she walked, some arrogance, but a confidence, I don't think I've seen in really anyone that much.

What made me confused was this light that seemed to follow her. Where the hell did it come from? I looked back at Ryuko and blinked hard a couple of times when she disappeared. I looked at Mako. "Where'd she go?"

Mako mouth was open as she pointed in front of us. "Wow, right there!"

My eyes widened a bit when I saw Ryuko slide in front of Satsuki Kiryuin, a confident and lazy roll to her shoulders. "Sorry to interrupt, but I hear you're the queen bee at this school. If you are I got a question for ya!"

"How dare you!"

"Get her!"

I tensed and moved my legs slightly farther apart, but I didn't need to. She knocked about 5 of them out with her case. I relaxed with a tilt to my head. "So, she's strong too, interesting…"

She whipped out something red and spun it quickly around her hand and arm. If I didn't look at it, I would have missed it. When It stopped it seemed to be half of a scissor, a very large scissor that seemed to be her height, I was a couple inches taller. She pointed it at Satsuki Kiryuin, the blade shinning in the light.

Mako called out. "That's the hugest scissor blade ever!"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "You're telling me."

Ryuko said; her voice turning into an angry pitch. "Yeah, one half of a big pair of scissors. And I've been looking all over the place for the person who has the other half. Hey, pres, you okay? You look surprised to see this thing, like maybe you seen if before. You have seen if before, haven't you?!"

I looked at Satsuki Kirtuin's face as she looked down at her coolly. "And what if I have?"

Who…what the hell. Is that why Ryuko was here, to attack the President? If so, what did she do to make Ryuko so enraged?

Ryoko yelled back, raged coated her voice. "You have seen it; you have the other half of my scissors!"

With another scream of rage, Ryuko ran at her and I leaned closer, eyes narrowed, studying both of them. My eyes widened when she got hit in the face

"Ten-"

Another hit. "Ken-"

Smashed to the ground. "Kun-"

Last one. "Sei!"

She was thrown into some one star kids. I looked to see a short boy with shorts, a helmet, a belt with red boxing gloves and jacket/cape. Boxer, but had some weird marking, like 2 red starts on his belt and helmet. He was strong maybe; no way the stars gave him strength. He introduced himself as Takaharu Fukuroda, president of the boxing club.

I wonder how strong he really was. Ryuko came running, but he blocked her, a clang coming from the gloves and her blade. What the hell? Ryuko asked. "Is that glove made out of iron or somethin'?"

He laughed, rough and mocking. "Don't you know a Goku Uniform when you see one?"

I narrowed my eyes further, no way could what Mako said be true. How could a piece of cloth give you power, even if it was this so called Goku Uniform?

Ryuko said. "What? You're not even wearing a uniform."

"What are you talking about?! A boxers uniform means trunks, and gloves and other stuff! Plus Lady Satsuki gave me this Athleticism Augmenting Two-Star Goku Uniform! It infusing my boxing gloves with their power, making them harder than hard! Stronger than steel!"

I glared at the boxer; that is insane. Ryuko just smirked. "I don't know what you're saying, but I can stop pulling my punches!"

She turned the blade over, the actually blade side pointing out. The boxer growled. "You think I can't handle it?!" He attacked her, his right arms pulled back. My eyes widened when other smaller gloves came out and smashed in the face and stomach as he called out attacks. What the hell!? How is that…possible, clothes giving you strength, clothes don't do that!

It takes strength and training to be strong! My dad always told me that, what is up with this school?! How come I never heard of it before today, what are these Goku uniforms?! I clenched my fists, I had to be stronger than that, I knew I was! I frowned to see Ryuko beaten the crap out of, on the floor, her face bloody and almost smashed in. I thought she was strong, I know she's not a weakling.

The condescending look on Kiryuin's face didn't make wasn't any better. I looked at her with contempt, anyone that had other people fight their battles for them, wasn't strong in my book either, why couldn't she fight for herself? "I was hoping you'd prove to be more amusing, but you have no way how to properly wield your weapon, fool."

I raised an eyebrow as she walked away, is she a coward too? Ryuko growled from the ground. "Hold it, you better tell me what you know or else!"

"Shut your mouth!" He kicked her in the face. "No one speaks to Lady Satsuki like that, no one."

I looked at him in disgust, what a kiss ass.

"Confiscate her scissor blade."

She stood up, furious, leaning on her blade. I took a step forward, fists clenched. She growled. "No way! You'll never take this away from me! Never! She attacked him, but she was beat up, so her attack was slow. The boxer boy was arrogant. Ryoku ran off and stole a bike, running off.

I scratched my cheek as it got quiet and people bowed as she left. I shook my head and the classes were started again. I shrugged and walked toward our classes. Mako was sort of pulling on my arm and talking about what happened.

I sighed. "Hey, Mako, listen for a moment. I sort of understand, uniforms like that are somehow giving weaklings strength, I guess that's how Kiryuin does it, letting the weak have power, but I trained in strength too without the help of clothes, so I ain't gonna bow or call her lady, okay?"

Her eyes were wide and round, but she looked like that before too, so I don't think she's shocked. She then grinned brightly, her eyes shining. "Okay! Come on, Nashi! To our next class and Lunch! Ooh, what do you think we're having for lunch meat or rice or oh maybe nice and meat-"

I slapped a hand over her mouth and said. "I don't know, we'll have to wait and see, okay?"

She nodded and I moved my hand. But we had separate classes and went different ways. I ran a hand through my hair, why do I have a feeling something bad is going to happen and it had nothing to do with education…

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By the time all my classes ended, the sun was just about setting. I looked around for Mako since we both lived in the Slums and I was going to walk with her home. There was some type of gathering in front and I heard muttering and then Mankanshoku and hostage. I frowned and grabbed a no star girl by the shoulder. "Hey, you."

She blinked and flinched, looking at me scared. I tried to soften my expression. "What is going on?"

She blinked and said. "The boxing captain is holding Mako Mankanshoku hostage to bait Ryuko Matoi." She said this really fast, but I got it anyway.

It made me stiffen. "What!?"

She opened her mouth, but I waved her off. "I heard you! I can't believe…"

I grumbled to myself and let her go, pushing past people to get to where all the loud noise. People looked at me annoyed, but backed off at the furious expression I knew was on my face. Of all the cowardly things I've heard…

I pushed through the last but of people and saw Mako tied upside down on some kind of cross. I clenched my fists, I guess I'm fighting. I also noticed the boxing ring that Takaharu Fukuroda was in along with a guy with stars on his jacket and spikes on his shoulders with green hair that was all over the place.

Fukuroda shouted. "Hey new girl! You listening!? An hour from now, we're going to execute your little friend! She's an excretory against your crime against Honnouji Academy! If you want to save her life, quit hiding like a coward!"

"The only coward here is you!"

My shout silenced everyone. I smirked at him and kept my rage quiet and inside of me, looking like I was slouching with my shoulders low and hands in pockets.

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

I took one step forward and placed a hand on the chained rope, leaning forward. "You, what kind of fighter uses a hostage? You're nothin' but a coward. You have no honor and executing her too, real cowardly just because you can't find who you're looking for."

His face twisted into something uglier, red and twisted. "You bitch! I will destroy you, no star!"

"Is that so?"

He growled and the green haired one tilted his head to the side. "Why do you want to fight him anyway?"

My eyebrows furrowed and I thought about it, suddenly I got it, why I got so mad and ran over here, pushing people out of the way, not just because it was cowardly, but…"Mako is my friend, that's why and I won't let a cowardly bastard like him touch her!"

Mako cried. "Nashi, you're my friend too! Wah, I wish I wore sexier underwear! Ah, don't look!"

My eyes widened at what she said. "W-what!? Mako, don't say that! I'm trying to save you here!" I felt my ears and the back of my neck get hot.

I huffed and said with a glare. "T-the point is, I didn't come to this school to fight, but if I have to…"

I pulled my other hand out of my pocket and climbed into the ring, my two feet slapping the mat.

He sneered at me. "What with you, new bitch? You clothes aren't any type of uniform to fight me with."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Ha, like I need one. This is my karate uniform, something I fought with in skill, not something to wear to cover up for being a weakling."

I smirked for good measure. I felt the green haired guy stare on me and heard gasps from the people around me along with Fukuroda going purple. "How dare you, you fucking bitch!? I show you the power of my Two-Star Goku Uniform!"

I grinned at him, starting to get excited. I sighed and stuck my right pointer finger in my ear, digging it slightly for show. "Are we going to fight or are you going to shriek some more."

He proved my point by shrieking at me and I grinned wider. The green haired said. "Wait, Lady Satsuki has approved a fight between Fukuroda and Matoi, not the both of you."

I snorted and was about to voice my opinion on that when light suddenly shined from above and I narrowed my eyes, damn that's bright. "I approve this fight."

I scoffed and muttered. "Glad she thinks so." No one is stopping me from fighting when I put my mind to it.

The green haired guy smirked at us, a gleam in his eye and left the ring. Fukuroda was growling and sort of crouched.

I grabbed both sides of my belt and tightened it around my waist, pivoting my feet slightly, farther apart than before, but not shoulders width apart either and throwing my fists in the correct position. I cocked my head to the side. "Bring it on."

He could separate his gloves in individual punches, I knew that and I also knew that he was angry easy, so he might fight poorly. Okay, I was ready. I'll wait for him to come at me first. He let out a laugh/yell and attacked. I rolled away from his right hook, trying to getting into his box of space. I went low to the ground the barrage of punches with his left. I took a couple to the stomach and legs, clenching my teeth and pushing forward, letting my fist smash him in the face, using his head as a barreling point to smash got of my feet in his back, using my hands to do a swift front flip and quickly pivoting on my toes.

I heard the murmers about me hitting him, but it didn't do much to him, but I saw a bruise on his cheek. Made sense, I put a lot of my strength in those attacks, but that clothing does give him strength, he should be down otherwise. I still can't believe it!

My eyes bulged at the drill that slammed into one of the posts as it got me in the stomach. I wheezed as it yelled out at me. "Ha, just clothing you say!"

I felt my face twitch at the pain, got that hurts. He moved back, hitting me with that bunch of punches in the face and stomach. I leaned against my corner panting when he stopped. I clenched my teeth tightly, baring them at the pain. I scrunched up my face, broken nose and bruises across my face.

I spat at the blood in my mouth, this is insane. I have a feeling that's not all he got. I moved away from the corner and rolled to my feet when he sent more punches toward it.

"You can still move?!"

I growled at his yell, spitting blood from my mouth in his direction. "D-don't take me for a weakling, I still have strength, I don't have to rely on some uniform!"

He gritted his teeth at me. "I'll show you!"

I dived forward and found myself in the middle again, dodging a couple of them again. Just geeting glancing blows as I flipped over him and turned myself into a slight ball, snapping my tucked in feet at him, kicking the back of his head. I landed on my hands and flipped myself back to my feet.

I can't win, whatever this suit is giving him, it's stronger than and that really pissed me off, what was that decade of training my ass off for. If I just lost to this coward by giving up, I could never forgive myself. Feeling a new determination, I firmed my feet again and crossed my arms in front of me, only to let out a scream when his gloves all smashed into me and I felt the gloves force me to slide back.

I ducked under them as they attacked the ropes and came back at him. That made me smirk as he yelled out in shock. Suddenly I felt both fists in my gut and face, backing me into another corner. But, they wouldn't stop, they kept on hitting me over and over. I choked and saw I had no opening.

"Take that! And that!"

Dammit! I grabbed the chains at my sides. The pain clouded me, that was all I felt. It stopped and I panted, blinking away the blood in my eyes. I coughed more blood, only to be hit with a powered boot to the face.

"Do you regret attacking me now, huh?!"

I cringed from where I was standing half curled and standing. I opened my mouth. "No…"

I got another this time, to my jaw. "What?"

"I don't regret attackin' you, do it for a friend is worth any beating you can give me!"

I snapped my eyes open with an angry glare. I gave a sloppy block to the upper cut, unaware for the second to slame into my side and then my chin me going up in the air, only to have a foot slam into my back, slamming my front on the ground.

My body hurt, I could barely move. I put both of my palms on the ground, pushing up, coughing when a hard kick to my stomach sent me down on my stomach again. I remembered Mako was still captured and stood on my knees. I looked down, but still glared up at him. I blocked the fist aimed at me. "I'm, not giving up that easily."

I stood on shaky legs and started at his shocked face. I firmed my feet as he punched me in the face, but I gave a snap kick to his stomach. I choked as he did the same thing, slamming a fist hard in my gut, I choked again when something sharp pierced my stomach and I was slammed in chains, they cut into my back. I gripped them with my forearms, about to get back in there, but a strong hand grippe the collar of my jacket, me yelping as I was yanked out of the ring onto someone's arms.

My eyes widened, what the hell!? I heard. "I got this, Nashi. Good try."

I got a smirk from the person under the hood I saw the person where with their cloak.

My eyes widened. "Ryuko…"

She let me go and I said. "Wait, he's…"

"I got this, just watch."

I nodded and forced myself to stay standing, shame pulling my shoulders down. I watched her. I flinched at the free Mako. I couldn't win. Ryuko saved her but I couldn't…

Ryuko said. "Using a hostage to get me here is pretty low. You want to fight so bad, well here I am."

Mako moved away and stood by me. She then hugged me. "Thanks for trying to save me!"

I shrugged her off. "Yeah, yeah."

I watched the fight and he said. "I'm going to haze you, just like I beat the crap out of the last girl I beat!"

She snapped. "Shut the hell up already!"

I clenched my teeth, balling my fists. He balled a fist and all the fists it the gloves hit her, but did nothing. The corkscrew he hit me with went at her, but she didn't move, what is she playing at?

My eyes widened as the cloak broke away and I gaped, ignore my failure for a moment. I asked Mako. "What the fucking hell is she wearing?"

It was something that barely covered her, the shortest skirt I seen in my life, with a bare stomach and suspenders barely covering her chest, only the upper part, with this high color and a colorful circle on side of it.

Mako just shrugged, grinning brightly. She blocked him and he asked. "Wh-what the hell are you wearing?"

"None of your business!" She was going red in the face, I felt my own face heat along with my ears and the back of my neck, who would wear something like that in public?!

"You're cheating, trying to distract me with your sexiness!"

"It's not my fault it's like this!"

"You slut! How dare you?! You're mocking a gentleman's sport!"

"I am not!"

I sighed, why the hell is she even wearing something like that? I wanted someone to beat this guy; I can't believe I lost like that!

Fukuroda said. "In that case, I'm stripping down too."

I clenched my teeth; it makes out fight look like some mock fight! I gaped at the spikes came at me, is that what he hit me with in the stomach from before, but I could see it. I do feel sort of dizzy. I put my hand under my jacket and felt the wet sticky blood. I blinked away the tiredness. I smirked when his glove broke and he tried attacked her and nothing happened; her saying it was her outfit.

I glared at the ring; really that's what it comes down to, a powerful outfit. Does skill or experience have no importance anymore!?

She dodged his attacks and hit him with her scissor. "Left Jab!"

She got him in the stomach with the flat of the blade. "Right Hook!"

"And now, Upper Cut!" she hit his chin with the hilt. He flew up and she spin spun the hilt around her wrist, cutting him, ripping open his uniform and making him going flying, naked.

I watched as a thin red something went into her outfit. She threw him with her scissor at Kiryuin.

Green haired went to attack, but Kiryuin stopped him. "Stand down, new girl, where did you get your hands on that outfit?"

"I got it from my father."

Kiryuin looked unmoved. "Really?"

I blinked a bit and leaned my arm on Mako.

Ryuko shouted. "Yeah really! Have you seen this scissor blade?! It was left behind by the same scumbag that killed him! And now you're going to tell me who this belongs to, Satsuki Kiryuin!"

"Ryuko Matoi is your name, right? Interesting. Then you must be Isshin Matoi's daughter."

So that is wht she wants to fight, Kiryuin so badly, to avenger her Dad, I can't disagree with her on that. If someone killed mine…

"I knew it, you knew who my father was!" I frowned as she fell to the floor. She then ran off, saying she would finsh 'it' later.

Kiryuin stopped the green haired guy from getting people to chance after her and I rolled my eyes as her light came up, does she have somebody behind her that shines that light or something?!

She walked off and Mako asked. "Are you okay, I think you're losing a lot of blood!"

I gritted my teeth in anger, moving away from her and clenched my fist angrily. "I'm fine, leave me alone!"

I ran off, my shoes slapping against the ground. I ran as fast as I was able, till I was in the Slums and stopped at my shack of a house. I was breathing heavy from running and anger. I slammed our door open and looked toward the fridge, where a note was placed, held in place by a knife.

I snatched it away.

To Nashi

I have some business to attend tonight and won't be back until around the time you wake up. Don't wait for me.

From, Dad or Toshiro Archer

P.S: Don't forget to train.

I sighed deeply, crushing the letter in my fists. I saw a mirror suddenly and looked. My eyes were narrowed in angry, hair more of a mess that usual. My face was buised and bloody, a look full of shame and rage on my face. I slammed my hands on the table, pushing it slightly. Is this it!?

All of that training I did and it was nothing! I lost and Ryuko beat him easily when I threw my all into it. What, just because some piece of clothing gave her strength. I was wrong; It's useless, just like me! I'm weak, I've never lost, but out of all the people I fought, I lost to clothes of all things, seriously what the hell!

I growled, slamming my fists onto the table. I looked at the ripped sleeve and shook my head. I ripped at the strings holding it and yanked the damn jacket over my head, throwing it in the corner. How could I have such pride in that, when me myself was weak! I don't deserve to weak it. I ripped off the pants and threw them there too.

I was beaten by clothes of all things! It made my blood boil in rage Standing a tank top and underwear, just was angry and ashamed in myself. I believe strength and skill is important and I barely left a mark on that bastard. I cursed. "Fucking dammit!"

I punched the table over and over, red clouding my vision, angry tears leaking from my eyes. I heard a clack and blinked to see our wooden table broken. I woke something up inside me. I wasn't weak, but ot strong enough yet, I had to train.

I smiled and almost tripped. I went into my room and grabbed the first aid kid, take off the tank top, cleaning my wound with a wince and bandaging it up. Put ointment on my millions of bruises scattered on my skin, I cleaned my hands put on some training clothes and then just trained. Trained and trained until the light was poking through the sun, whenever tiredness would hit me, I reminded myself of my fight and kept on going.

"Nashi?"

I looked to see my father, Toshiro staring at me with a frown, a worried gleam in his eyes when he looked me up and down. I stopped and faced him, knowing he would want to know why I was still training and how I got to be the way I was. I took a deep breath and follow him without a work into our home as he said not a word back when he saw the smash table and blood soaked GI in the corner.

Dammit I forgot to put that away.

He leveled a look and looked straight in my eyes. "Nashi Archer, I want to know what happen today and I will not stand for any lies, no matter how small."

I scowled deeply, pushing back the familiar shame and opened my mouth to explain, knowing I didn't have a choice…

… … … … …. …. … …. …..

"Inumuta, give me anything you can find on Ryuko Matoi."

"Yes, My Lady."

Satsuki Kiryuin sat straight up in her chair, drinking her tear given to her by her butler, Soroi. She gave him a slight not.

Sanageyama smirked as he leaned his legs on his chair, laying back. "Man, what a fight! Matoi got herself a weapon and that Archer girl really knows how to take a hit." He chuckled to himself.

Ira Gamagori scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "They're both trying to go against Lady Satsuki!"

Sanageyama shrugged. "I know my athletics, she can fight for sure, has plenty of years from what I seen, she just can't face a Goku uniform."

Jakuzure rolled her eyes. "You boys seemed to forget one thing, she hates Goku Uniforms, insulted them."

Inumuta's collar went back. "If she had the power of a Goku uniform…"

Satsuki placed her cut on the saucer, the dull ring sounding across the room. She had a slightly thoughtful look on her face. "Indeed, Inumuta. Look and see what you can find on Nashi Archer and her family also."

"Already on it, my Lady."

Satsuki Kiryuin took another quiet sip of tea and looked ahead of her. 'Ryuko Matoi and Nashi Archer…what challenge do you have in store…?' She then took another sip of tea…

I've been hit by Kill La Kill and finished it in a couple of days; I loved it and decided to write a fan fiction since this character been in my head a little before I finished it. I hope you like it and tell me what you think. Kill La Kill doesn't really have a lot of stories, so I decided to write one, I think it's like less than 700 stories.