Hey everyone, it's Drax here again. This time, it's a Kill la Kill fic for you. Hooray! Well, I felt as though I needed a series that I could get excited about, and I didn't have one until now. This is a series, hopefully. I have no idea how many chapter or how long it'll take me to make chapters, but I'm at least making two of them(hopefully), and (hopefully) before New Years. I love you all.
I do not own Kill la Kill. I only own Victor and any other characters I create during the course of this fic.
Chapter One: New Fiber
Victor Trelós was a transfer student to the grade-school of Yuto Primary School in the mainland of Japan. As he was only in his third year of middle school, he was a pretty young, fresh he first heard the name Kiryuin, he thought nothing of it. In fact, he hardly cared at all. The blonde boy went to school on that hot Friday without thinking about it again at all, even though the school staff seemed tense and troubled. He could always sense these things. His father always said that it was because he was special in some way that he'd understand later. Like very few others, and that it was in his blood. He accepted this as fact.
When he went home after the bell, he noticed a ton of the older kids and the teachers going off to the North, close to his home. He walked up to his house, but before stepping through the door, he glanced towards them. They were talking with a small figure, a mass of people behind the shadow. The sun was at their backs, though. But the girl was clear to him, though. She was so bright to him! Her form seemed illuminated, somehow.
At that moment, something within him stirred, and shifted. the young blonde boy's hair waved as the air and dust swirled around in a calm that betrayed those around him. In the center of his forehead, he felt a sensation of clarity, like his mind's eye had been opened. Unfortunately for him, neither he or anyone near him was ready for that power. The blast of energy that escaped the boy's psyche was tremendous, and it rocked his senses so much that he fell unconscious, still clutching his handbag. After all, it housed the present from his father he'd gotten for his birthday. Something he needed to treasure and love, so that when the time came, he could use it to its full potential. That was one thing he could never let go of it. He didn't even have time to look at his surroundings as he blacked out.
When the boy woke, he looked up and was horrified by what his slowly returning sight revealed. Dust hung in the air as he looked around at the destruction. The area around him looked like a nuclear weapon had been dropped upon it. But he felt fine. He felt amazing, even. What had happened? He looked upon the lot that would've been his home, and he saw only red. Red all over the inside of the space, no walls, no floor, no ceiling. Dust. But he could still see it. Flashes of the people, the walls, and the animals flittered there. They all seemed to be lingering, gazing upon him with horror, even though they were gone. Obliterated by some force.
"What did this?" the boy asked, the sorrow on his voice deep and fearing the answer. Their gaze said only one thing.
"You," a female voice answered from behind him. He turned, gazing upon the girl from before. She still shone. Four other beings stood behind her, but her radiance drowned them out. He didn't care at all for them. But the words reinforced his previous revelation. The same thing that had shifted earlier broke slightly, just a crack.
Even as the tears slid down the boy's face, he smiled. He grinned. He couldn't cope with that. He killed them? Killed them all? The entire force with the girl, aside from those three? The city? The school? All of them? Was he truly that powerful? How would he react to this?
"Did I? Well, then, if you will, Miss... kill me," Victor said, standing tall.
"And why should I do that?" the girl asked, her sheathed sword rising a bit as she raised an eyebrow.
"I believe they'd all like some repentance, right?" he asked, waving around at the scene about them, though what he saw, they didn't. They didn't understand. However, the girl seemed to know.
"Death isn't the only repentance. What is your name, boy?" she asked, radiance demanding an answer.
"My name is Victor Trelós," he said, not bothering to say anything added onto it. His mind was centered on one overwhelming fact. Everyone he knew and loved was dead. He'd killed them.
And he was smiling.
"I am Satsuki Kiryuin. Instead of death, would you accept a different, more permanent repentance?" she asked, her eyes and tone telling the tale of a much older woman than the girl before him.
"And what would that be?" Victor asked, the tears streaming past the grinning cheeks.
"Life. Life in servitude to me, and me alone," Satsuki said, her voice unwavering, even in the presence of one such as him. Someone broken. As long as he was useful, she seemed not to care.
"And why would this be preferable?" Victor asked, tilting his head to the side in question.
"Because you will suffer much more with me than you would with death," the young lady answered. After that certainty was assured, Victor considered it. After all, they wanted him to suffer. He could hear their fading voices whisper it.
"Then I will promise my life to you, Miss Satsuki, for all that you would use it for," Victor said, making the choice that would lead him to love, death, and more sorrow than he could ever imagine.
As the Champion walked past the hall where Gamagoori and his goons were making a scene of things, he smirked. So, they found the kid who stole a Goku uniform? Good. Those things weren't meant for those without worth. They were a symbol of high standing and worthiness. This was why he didn't wear one. His uniform was the same as all of the other no-stars, though he was the vice-president of the Honnouji Student Council. He wasn't worthy of his position or a Goku uniform, though he could only refuse one. Lady Satsuki only allowed him to refuse one of the two, when he requested so.
He was damned. He was an abomination, only to be used as a tool for destruction. That was his purpose. He had no need for a Goku uniform, in any case. He had been forced to train his mental ki, so that he could better serve Lady Satsuki. Other than that, he had no intention of bettering himself. He was meant to suffer. His blonde, straight hair was short, but still hung at a perfect length to frame his features well. He was handsome, and he looked presentable only for his Lady's radiance not to be tarnished. He had grown tall, and strong, as well. His body was strong, as well as his mind. The exercises he needed to strengthen his mind were taxing, and he grew fit to compensate. He was a tool, and tools were only useful when they were swift and efficient.
The Elite Four, though technically beneath him in rank, were bigger celebrities than he was. He wasn't outgoing enough, and he hated all people being around him. He deserved no company, and needed none, either. He had better things to occupy his time. After all...
He was mad.
The event that had brought him Lady Satsuki's attention had shattered his mind, and it had never quite healed completely. He was a madman, and he didn't deny it. His sense of justice was warped, only going along with his Lady's. However, there was one secret he kept from her. It would stay hidden until it was ready, too. He couldn't let her know that. Although, there was one other thing she might not know about her Champion, Victor. He was deathly afraid of rabbits.
Due to an incident back in his home country of America, he was terrified of them. They were worse than anything he'd ever faced before, and that was a fact.
But, that was besides the point. He wondered how long it was going to be before he got to do something interesting. He sighed and turned to walk to the tower for the night. He was going to go back to his post, protecting his Lady's dorm complex. He was unprepared for what was going to transpire the next day. At his Lady's descension to the ground for her business, he noticed someone out of uniform. A new student, perhaps? But he normally wouldn't have cared. However, something about her was drawing his interest. As she stood to confront his Lady, he noticed it. A glimmer in her aura. His Lady's light was blinding, but the glimmer he saw had such potential for greatness that he was shocked.
It wasn't until she brought out the red scissor blade and pointed it at his Lady that he focused on her, her words nothing to him, at the moment. But when you threatened Lady Satsuki...
You became important. Important enough to die. His eyes narrowed at the teen, and even as the boxing glove wearing buffoon stepped forth, he spoke.
"You dare directly challenge Lady Satsuki?" Victor asked, his voice silencing all around him and interrupting whatever witty commentary she was having with Fukuroda about uniforms. "If you don't make good on your word, Fukuroda, and punish this student, then I assure you that you will receive the greatest punishment that I can place upon you."
Seeing as how he hardly spoke, even as he walked by Satsuki's side, the words were a shock. Fukuroda seemed even more earnest to fight, after the threat.
"Yes, Champion!" Fukuroda said, ceasing his lecture of the transfer student. He immediately pummelled her with his barrage of boxing attacks, defeating her in what seemed to be an instant.
"I thought you might prove interesting," Satsuki said, her voice ringing out to the girl, "but you're just a fool who has no idea how to wield that scissor properly. How dull." Her voice cut through the rain.
The girl spouted some other question, but Victor paid her no heed, turning with his master, letting Fukuroda handle it. As Satsuki ordered Fukuroda to confiscate the scissor blade, Victor began his leave, as she gave him the signal that his duties were completed for the day. He'd return to the council room for the day. However, he sat in his chair and paid no heed to Fukuroda's lecture, and only listened to Satsuki's words the whole time.
"Matoi..." Victor said, making a note to remember the name.
The next day as the hostage announcement went down, Victor watched from behind his master, as always. He was meant to be a faithful hound, and nothing else. Although, the glimmer he saw in the crowd was bright, now. Brighter than he'd expected. Pleasant, even. Maybe he ought to pay more attention to it. As the cloaked figure sprang and ran across the crowd, he watched, following it as it freed the Mankanshoku girl. As it moved, the glimmer shone slightly, and his interest was increased even further.
"Matoi..." he murmured, ignoring the glance from the Elite Four.
"Using a hostage is playing dirty," Matoi said, as her cloaked figure landed in the ring Fukuroda had set up. As she and the boxer kept up their conversation, something became clear to him a moment before it was revealed. She was wearing something incredibly powerful! Could it be?!
When the corkscrew punch tore her cloak, he saw Ryuko in her true appearance. She was nearly naked! Why would any uniform be so revealing? Was there a purpose to it? He looked down towards her face, and it seemed its scarlet color was visible even from his point of view. She was embarrassed, and almost rightly so. Even as Fukuroda unleashed his best gloves, Victor knew he had no chance. However... He'd seen enough.
"Mistress, I'd like some time to take leave and conduct some surveillance of my own, not that Inumuta's isn't top notch, but I have something... personal to look into," he said suddenly. He'd never used the word personal with anyone. It was foreign to him.
Lady Satsuki looked surprised, but she nodded. "You may. You will be summoned back as needed," she granted, and for once, he was too focused to bow. He nodded back, turning and jumping down from the tower. Since everyone's view was on the fighters, including his own, he was unseen.
One thing was for certain, though. He'd have to approach Matoi on his own.
Victor watched the rest of their battle, ignoring all of the talk. The important thing to him was the movement and the strength of their attacks. There was no way that what she was wearing was a Goku uniform. When Ryuko counterattacked, he watched her outfit, seeing its steam and shine. It had its own aura. When she completely destroyed the outfit, he could have sworn he'd heard something speak. He couldn't quite make out the words, like they weren't meant for him, but it still meant something.
What she was wearing was alive. As the red fiber was absorbed by it, causing it to glow, he made up his mind. It was definitely time for him to perform some reconnaissance. Even when his Lady's face felt blood, he watched. He watched her demand an answer from Lady Satsuki, all the while droning it out and examining her outfit. It didn't make any sense that what she was able to defeat a uniform of twenty percent life fiber, unless she was wearing one of those.
A kamui. A god's robe. Made completely of life fibers, it was a uniform like no other. He followed her with a bit of distance as she staggered to the train, passing out when she reached the stop. It must have been due to her kamui's blood consumption. He wonded if he ought to help, but a boy picked her up, first. He followed them, as well, following their auras, their latent ki. When he saw the sign on the rundown house, he nearly chuckled.
"Of course. Mankanshoku," he said, looking at the back-alley doctor sign. Interesting. He'd wait for the two girls to awaken before making any contact with them.
The next morning, Victor stood outside their door, smirking as he saw the door slide open in a rushed panic. Mako Mankanshoku was dragging Ryuko Matoi so as not to be late, but she froze and bowed when she saw him. When the Champion was at your door, you stopped and followed etiquette. Matoi, however, didn't bow, nor did he expect her to.
"Ryuko Matoi," Victor said, a smile on his well-defined face. His target was in sight.
"Who're you, blondy?" she asked rudely, following her usual demeanor.
"That's Victor Trelós, the second-in-command of the Student Council! He's Lady Satsuki's Champion!" Mako said, hoping for some good news or something, by her light tone.
"Oh? Come for a fight?" Ryuko asked, glaring and reaching towards her case for her blade.
"Not at all, Matoi," Victor said, shaking his head. "I've come to study you," he said truthfully.
"St-study me?!" Ryuko stammered in shock, still in a fighting stance. Her guard wasn't down.
"Of course. I am the Champion, but I'm on leave. I have no orders to harm you at all. I'm simply going to watch, for awhile," Victor assured them, holding his hands up in a peaceful gesture. Still, the red blade came his way.
"Yeah, right!" she said, aiming for his chest. Her uniform wasn't awakened, but she'd still be extra powerful. He'd better stop it, he supposed. The blade ceased movement before it reached him, hitting his barely visible ki barrier.
"I'm not going to fight you," he said again, looking down at her surprised face. "Which means that you won't be able to fight me, either."
"How did you do that?!" Matoi asked, astounded. Mankanshoku decided to answer.
"Oh! Victor Trelós is the Champion of Lady Satsuki, but he doesn't wear a Goku uniform! The rumours say he has supernatural powers, and is actually an alien! He's always super calm, and nearly never speaks! He's the blonde terror of Honnouji Academy!" she exclaimed, using all sorts of movements to add onto the affects of her words.
"Alien is a bit much," Victor said, feeling slightly bashful. Her words were pretty embarrassing, if you asked him. So much mystery at one time was too strange for someone like him. His mind worked in interesting ways, and part of it was truly odd. He felt like her words were flattering, though.
"So you're the second best, huh? Then why're you afraid to fight me?" Matoi asked, not caring for his peaceful approach if he was close to her target. "What do you know of this scissor?" she asked, after a moment of thought.
"Me? Nothing," Victor said honestly. "I know only that my Lady recognized it," he added. "I think it's best if we get on to school, though," he said.
"Oh!" Mankanshoku exclaimed, grabbing Ryuko and taking off with a speed that was hard even for him to keep pace with. He stayed behind them, though, getting on the tram with them. For now, he'd act as their peer. Matoi eyed him distrustfully, not willing to accept her enemy's offer of truce so easily. She'd wait for him to make a move, then strike. As they rode up, Mankanshoku explained the way the system of living conditions and the way the city worked. As she was offering Ryuko a place to live, tennis balls struck her relentlessly. Victor began listening to them then.
"What's the big idea?!" Matoi exclaimed, looking towards the culprit.
"Ah, you're the transfer student who was rude to Lady Satsuki, as I recall," the tennis team captain said, "Stay out of this. I'm Girls' Tennis Club Captain Omiko Hakodate. Club member Mako Mankanshoku has failed to fulfill her club obligations. She is being purged as a result."
"What did Mako do wrong?" Matoi demanded.
"She skipped yesterday's club practice. Our rule is that anyone who fails to come to practice will suffer the one-hundred and ten million cannonball serves. An outsider has no right to complain about internal club policies," Hakodate said.
"Yesterday? Mako was being held hostage yesterday!" she protested. "Of course she didn't come to your stupid practice!"
"The issue is that she was taken hostage without permission," Hakodate replied. Victor watched, remaining an outsider for the moment. As Mako escaped and the tennis force looked towards Ryuko and himself, he realized he was being addressed.
"You'll take us on then? Do you side with her, Champion?" Hakodate asked, a coy smile on her face.
"I suppose I do, but I'm just a bystander. I'll be rooting for you, Ryuko," Victor said, calm and collected. He wasn't in the mood to battle the Tennis Club.
"You aren't going to help?! And why are you using my first name?" she demanded, furious with his sudden familiarity.
"I said I was going to study you. I'll be like your coach. Don't worry, you'll do fine," Victor said, smiling. He was excited for the chance to examine the kamui further.
"How amusing," Hakodate started," don't get too full of yourself just because you defeated the Boxing Club's Fukuroda.
"Whatever! I'm going to make quick work of those Goku Uniforms of yours!" she said, focus shifted from her new blonde companion to the Tennis Club. "Let's do it Senketsu!"
So that was its name. Senketsu. Fresh blood? Fitting, since any kamui needed blood to activate. Unfortunately, there was no blood supply for Senketsu, so he wouldn't activate. She kept talking to it, panicking slightly. The Tennis Club used a quick barrage of balls to knock her off the platform. After a moment, Victor jumped off after her, following. He walked on the water using his ki, following her unconscious body. Aikuro, the teacher that had infiltrated their ranks awhile ago, but still thought of himself as undercover, came to get her, and, from the shadows, Victor watched. As he was retrieving her, he approached him.
His father, Alexander Trelós had spoken of the group Aikuro belonged to. Nudist Beach. He'd told him what to say to a member to gain their trust, if he ever needed it. He told him that, even if they sounded weird, they'd always help him.
So, as he stepped from the shadows, he spoke. "Nakedness under Diana is surreal truth," he said, a code of some sort. Victor didn't know what it meant, but to follow Ryuko, he had to trust it.
Aikuro Mikisugi seemed surprised, but he nodded, disguise still on. Once they reached the secret room he had, Victor took Senketsu and Ryuko's wet clothing off, draping a blanket over her. He tried his hardest not to seem a bit embarrassed, but, luckily, his mind was broken enough to allow him to not feel any strong urges. He stood watch with Mikisugi, not speaking another sentence. When Ryuko started to wake, she looked over to them.
"Victor? And a teacher?" she murmured, sitting up.
"That's right. I'm Aikuro Mikisugi, your homeroom teacher," he said. "Talk about your crazy extracurricular lessons..." he joked. Victor chuckled a bit as Ryuko sat up.
"Hang on, you didn't undress me, did you?!" she demanded of him.
"No, of course not. Victor here did. You two needed an anatomy lesson," Aikuro said, standing straight and stepping towards her.
"You perverted sons of bitches!" she roared, lunging at him. He dodged and threw three pins into her back, the blanket still covering her. "My body won't move!" she exclaimed.
"Calm down," Aikuro said, fiddling with his disguise.
"What did you do?!" she demanded, panicking.
"Anesthetic Acupuncture," he said, pulling out a syringe. "You seem a little hot-blooded at the moment, so I'm going to draw a little." Victor was glad he seemed to just be being ignored. He was watching them, after all.
"No! Don't! I hate needles!" Ryuko pleaded, face puffing up as her blood was drawn.
"Allow me to tell you why your Kamui didn't activate earlier," he said, spraying a bit of her blood onto Senketsu's hanging form. It glowed, eye opening and becoming animated, thrashing around slightly.
"He's saying something, but its hardly a whisper," Victor murmured, drawing a look from Aikuro. Ryuko started speaking to it but Victor was in thought, now. She was angry, though. Aikuro removed his glasses, hair going back and becoming infinitely more charming, for some reason.
"Do you understand now?" he asked.
"Understand what?" Ryuko asked, seemingly disturbed by his display.
"Kamui's are awakened by blood," Victor said, standing at the paralyzed Ryuko's side.
"What's this 'Kamui' thing you guys keep talking about?" she asked. "You mean this sailor uniform?" Aikuro removed his tie.
"That's right," he said, shirt opening to reveal his chest. He wasn't as feeble as he made himself look as a teacher. "It's a uniform constructed by your father, Isshin Matoi, whose power surpasses that of the Goku Uniforms," he added, his pants loosening. "Only someone who can master wearing this can fight against Satsuki Kiryuin," he added.
"Fight against Lady Satsuki? That's your goal? Why?" Victor asked, eyes narrowing.
"Who the Hell are you?" she asked.
"Prove to me that you two deserve those answers," he said.
"Come again?" Ryuko asked, stealing the words from Victor's mouth.
"The first order of business is Tennis Club Captain Omiko Hakodate. If you can't master this Kamui and defeat her, you don't stand a chance against Satsuki Kiryuin."
The alarm rang, and Aikuro pulled out the pins, causing Ryuko's blanket to fall, averting Victor's eyes for the moment. She immediately picked it up.
"You two better get to class," he said, before showing her the Seki Tekko, while instantly putting his disguise back on. "Use this Seki Tekko from now on. It'll make it easier to provide it with blood."
"Fine, I'll pound that Tennis Club president into the dirt, and then you're going to tell me everything I want to know," Ryuko said, and with that, she and Victor departed.
Even though Victor could try and beat the answers from Aikuro, he felt he owed it to his father to not harm his old colleague.
Ryuko and Victor appeared at the Tennis Club's practice, and Ryuko blocked the balls bombarding Mankanshoku. Victor only deflected those that would hit him.
"Not so fast, people!" Ryuko exclaimed. Mako exclaimed in surprise. Hakodate and Uzu approached them.
"Back for another beating?" Hakodate asked.
"Not this time. This time, I'll knock all of you on your asses!" Ryuko growled. "Let's go, Senketsu!" she said, pulling the pin on the device. Sure enough, he uniform transformed. Her face turned scarlet, Victor noticed. She was embarrassed? That might prove troublesome later.
"That looks both painful and embarrassing, you masochistic exhibitionist!" Hakodate said.
"Bite me! I'm not an exhibitionsit!" Ryuko yelled. As their attack was stopped by her, he noticed Uzu speak.
"Fault! You're disqualified, transfer student!" he said.
"What?!" Ryuko exclaimed.
"True, you evaded Hakodate's attack. But slicing balls is against the rules in a match. In other words, you've won the fight but lost the match!" Uzu reasoned. As they went on with their conversation, Victor went back to looking over Senketsu, as he had a lot to analyze. He watched as they were swept into a stadium, and still, he just watched from the stands, ignoring the game and his surroundings. He only was shocked back into the world when his Lady's blade crossed with Ryuko's. He jumped down to them, about to interfere, when Ryuko retreated. With a nod to Satsuki, he followed Ryuko. He still had research to do.
Alright then! That was the first chapter of Fiber Lost! Hope you enjoyed, and leave a review telling me whether to continue or not, okay? I'm not sure if I'm really going to get back into making fanfiction, so I need input!
Drax out!
