(A/N) First of all I'd like to apologize. Sincerely. Writing the summary for this story, for the first time in my life, made me pause in the middle of writing and think 'Oh god, what am I doing?' Yes, coming from someone who's written absolute absurdity almost drew the line here. I feel slightly dirty writing this type of story but hell, I gotta do a crossover at some point, right? So I'll muscle on through. It might be fun, who knows?
This story is not really anything serious. Just something mindless I can use to get energy out when needed, and it just so happens to involve my current obsession, Kill la Kill, mixed with my old obsession, Shadow the Hedgehog.
Everything written here takes place after the anime, specifically after the OVA, which came out just a few days ago. I've made one MAJOR change concerning the plot, and how the show itself wrapped up. To tell you what that is would be spoilerific. Even if you have no plans to watch Kill la Kill, I'll go ahead and leave a warning. SKIP AHEAD IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SPOIL THE SHOW FOR YOURSELF:
Basically, Senketsu is alive in this story because he's my favorite character and I want him here. He survived the fall with Ryuko, he's moving towns with her, he's not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it. If this bothers you, just remember, canon Senkets is dead. There, are you happy now Satan?
ALRIGHT IT'S SAFE TO READ. So this fiction is based on a running joke within the community that the main character, Ryuko, is exactly like Shadow the Hedgehog right down to her appearance, right down to her personality, right down to her final form. Right down to her DIALOGUE even. But it doesn't end there. Just how alike are they? Well that's what we're here to explore. So turn your brains off and enjoy the ride.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Special thanks to Triple-Q for my motivation.
There was a quiet breeze sifting through the homefront. Lanterns were lit and framing the winding concrete rivers, a dial in the sky turning slowly until it were nothing but a blanket of velvety teal. Overhead the moon was emerging from behind its restricting shadows, bright, full, casting hidden eyes down on the townsfolk below, all huddled together in their houses, gently popping bits of nutritious meals into their mouth, laughing sweetly amidst conversation. Everything was serene, beautiful even, in this city of silver, yellow and blue.
Oh honestly, who the hell begins a story like that?
"MAKO, STOP FEEDING THE DOG YOUR CROQUETTES!" Mr. Mankanshoku yelled, pudgy hands slamming against the table as he leaned over his dinner and shouted to his daughter, red as a beet.
Mako flinched as she dropped another chunk of fried mush onto the floor as their pug, Guts, gobbled it up greedily before careening back underneath the table.
"Come on, dad, we have enough as it is!" she insisted, eyes averting to her new room in their new house, where another girl was currently residing.
"I'm just giving him Ryuko's share!"
"Why do that...when you have me right here?! LET ME HAVE THEM!" the man demanded before throwing his body atop every dish, fingers groping towards her dinner. Plates went flying, croquettes raining. Mrs. Mankanshoku placed a hand to her cheek and giggled softy, flattered that her family was fighting so passionately over her cooking.
"You guys are too silly," she cooed. "If I had known it would be this much of a war, I would have made more to go around."
This was nothing she was new to. In fact, it was very routine. Especially with their newest family member absent from the dinner table. This was how it had always been.
"Neh, mama," Mantaro called to her from his spot. Surprisingly, he was the most well-behaved person present, despite being the youngest and certainly the most vulgar. His older sister and father were in a wrestling match. You could hear porcelain cracking underneath their thrashing weight. "Maybe you should let me have both of their shares, since I'm such a good boy?" he snickered, eyes half lidded.
Mrs. Mankanshoku only laughed again, embedding her chopsticks into another croquette and nibbling daintily. Mantaro's mouth pressed into a thin line.
"Instead of throwing that kawaii bullshit at me you could actually give a solid answer for once..."
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Ryuko could hear the familiar crashing coming from the dining table in the neighboring room, and couldn't help but smirk to herself. Even in a new, pristine house, their barbaric nature was far from being hushed. She was currently sitting, leaning against the wall of her and Mako's new room, not far from her mat. A sigh escaped her, and the physical movement of her diaphragm caught the attention of a certain personified sailor uniform.
"Ryuko..." Senketsu's rich voice swarmed the air around her. "Why didn't you join them tonight?"
The stitching of the clothing's eye lolled toward her face with interest, and she could feel herself being stared at. Ryuko smiled again, this time placing a hand against his tie.
"When I'm with them, it's hard for me to think sometimes," she answered, clutching the fabric lightly. "It can be a good thing. It can drown out troubling thoughts so that I'm left only to focus on how loud they are, and also how much I love their company."
Her hand fell away. "Tonight is different though. I want to be left alone in my thoughts. I need time to catch up with everything that's happened."
Senketsu drew out an ah of understanding, before adding, "I know what you mean, forgive me if I'm also intruding."
"You aren't," Ryuko replied to him. "But being here in this room is sort of distracting."
Her head lifted and she scanned the walls around her. Bare, stacked to the ceiling with boxes yet to be unpacked. She blew her red bang out of her face in defeat. "I feel like I'm in an alien environment. I don't know this place. And for some reason, something about that bothers me."
Senketsu was silent for a moment, before finally speaking up. "Perhaps you should go for a walk?"
Ryuko, after a period of stillness, finally nodded and rose to her feet. "That actually sounds like a great idea."
So off little Ryuko went, leaving the room behind and entering a new one. She was greeted with several pairs of curious eyes and grumbled mouthfuls of the Mankanshoku's inquiries as to where exactly she was going.
"I won't be gone long," Ryuko announced to them, feeling awkward and almost rude, which was uncommon for her. "I'm just going to stroll around for a bit, get a feel of the place."
Mr. Mankanshoku gulped down the last of his croquettes, wiping the crumbs off his lip with the back of his sleeve.
"Now, Ryuko? The streets at this hour are no place for a girl your age."
Mako shoved him playfully, but slightly painfully, with an open palm. "Are you kidding?! If anything, it's the people out there who should be worried about her! She could kick their butts anytime, any place!"
Ryuko's nose twitched and she couldn't help but form a sloppy smile. Mrs. Mankanshoku turned in her chair and nodded approvingly. "Just be careful, dear. Try to be back before late."
The raven-haired teen nodded before leaving the house and her family behind. The newfound silence consumed her as their shouting died away in slow embers. It was just her and Senketsu, stepping alongside the empty road, not going anywhere in particular.
"You're antsy." Senketsu finally concluded when his wearer crossed her arms and huffed once again. "You're not used to having these quiet moments. You have pent up energy."
Ryuko didn't confirm, nor deny, as she descended deeper into the ghostly town. She absorbed the images, tried to maintain them and file them away. But they never registered as home to her. She was so far from the home she once knew. It felt foreign. It felt uncertain.
"What happens now?" was all she could say, her arms tightening. "I've spent my whole life fighting. I figured once I stopped, it would be a relief. But it just...itches, I guess. It doesn't seem right."
"Your aggression is part of who you once were," the uniform said quietly. "It'll take time to adjust. Someone like you just doesn't change overnight."
Ryuko's footsteps slowed. "Who I...once was..." the words tumbled out of her. Senketsu made a noise of agreement. "Yes, Ryuko. There are not many like you. It will be hard for the others to understand."
The vacancy in her bright blue eyes cleared and she began walking with more clarity again, vision focused overheard. "That much is true. I can tell with the way Mako's family has been watching me, whispering about me, they think I'm messed up in some way. They probably think I'm sick, or crazy. And maybe they're right."
"Your body temperature is a bit hotter than usual, but you're far from ill," Senketsu assured her. "You'll be just fine. If no one else, you have me right here with you."
Ryuko was about to say something. A thank you, perhaps. But just has her mouth parted, the sound of objects crashing came from a conveniently placed alley just to her right.
"What was that?" Senketsu gasped, feeling on edge all of a sudden. Ryuko, in contrast, only shrugged dismissively. "Probably some guy drunk off his ass, stumbling about trying to find home. This is the city, after all. I guess we'll have to learn to expect that more often."
She was about to start moving again. Her foot lifted into the air, but Senketsu flinched against her body. "Wait, Ryuko."
Ryuko's teeth gritted with annoyance. "You can't be serious! Not every bump in the night we hear is going to automatically mean dang-"
Just then, a hand shot forth from the shadows. A large, gloved appendage connected to a black arm thin as a pencil. There was also a large ring cupping the wrist. Just like the one Ryuko had, except golden.
She jumped back, while Senketsu nearly shrieked in surprise. "M-Mickey Mouse!"
"What...what the hell is that thing?!" Ryuko rasped, taking a few steps away as the figure clawed forth and revealed more of itself.
It was...a...
...hedgehog?
With...black fur and red stripes?
The eyes of the creature flew open and revealed two scarlet irises, burning pools of unquenchable carnage.
Even with him draped across the pavement, unable to stand, the way his expression presented itself was enough to send Ryuko's comfort spiraling downwards. Quickly, with her teeth, she pulled the screw from her own wrist and allowed the fabric to pierce her skin and suck up her blood.
In a flash of light, Ryuko's clothing saturated itself with blood before bursting forth from her body. A feverish storm of orange smoke and eyeballs enveloped her with gnashing jaws, constricting her body and leaving her clothed by thick fibers that revealed much of her assets than what she wore prior. Tits pressed, ass out. Metal wings shot from her shoulders and left one side to be occupied by Senketsu's eye.
"Life Fiber Synchronize, Kamui Senketsu!"
Cue giant red Kanji.
The hedgehog, with heavy weight in the head, lifted his eyes to take Ryuko in and all her glory, brows raising.
"Oh..." he sighed. "So I'm in that part of town."
Ryuko had long gotten over the blushing after several trials of fighting in her prosti-I mean magical gir- I mean extremely powerful costume fused by alien power. Instead, she pointed a gloved finger in his direction. The fact that he was talking made this a whole lot more weird.
"Shut up! You've got five seconds to tell me who you are if you want to avoid a severe ass-kicking you...you creepy...gothic animal thing!"
Now the hedgehog was able to pull himself to his knees. "I'm not the type to be accustomed with time restraint," he spat hotly. "You're the one who would be wise to stay out of my way. Especially when I'm this agitated."
Ryuko cracked a side grin. Her finger fell. "Huh, that sounds a lot like one of my lines." She popped her own knuckles. "No matter. Even without my scissor blade, I can teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
The hedgehog growled, his eyes slanting angrily. "Just tell me where I am."
"Aw, what's the matter?" Ryuko teased. "Have you lost your way?"
And now he'd had it. "I've lost my patience!"
With that, he spun into a ball and barreled towards a surprised Ryuko.
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Aannnnnd cut!
Stay tuned next week for more crazy shenanigans with Ryuko and co.! Who is this mysterious hedgehog? Where did he come from? Is everything going to be daijobu? Only one way to find out!
