Naturals Election: A Kill La Kill Fanfiction
Chapter One: It's Time To Party
The streets of Honnouji used to be a uniform grey. Now the blood of innocents encrusted them, dry flakes of former students clinging and falling from his boots with each step. The cloaked man sighed as he looked up from the ravaged No-Star slums at the climb before him, the school gates at the peak of the mountain taunting him from where he stood. You left us, they seemed to say. The streets run red because of you. With another weary sigh, he began his slow ascent, cursing all the way.
"In 1933, the National Socialist German Worker's Party came to power. This was the birth of Chancellor Hitler. Eventually, Germany's post-war democracy gave rise to fascism."
Judging by the silence behind him, there was very little activity from the class. Frankly, he didn't blame the No-Star students for being absent in taking notes. It was hard to focus on schoolwork when you were terrified to even be in the building. The fact that the lesson was as dry as the chalk he used to etch it out on the board probably didn't help either. Aikuro Mikisugi would have laughed at that joke, had his thoughts not been interrupted by a knock on the steel door to the classroom. Before he could call them to enter, a line of One-Star students had already filed into the room in front of the blackboard, the last one throwing down a red carpet for his guest as rainbow flashes lit the gloom. Time to pretend he could tolerate the ruling body as well as he pretended to be a teacher.
"Excuse me; we're in the middle of a lesson."
For all the flash and thunder of the entrance, the girl that swanned in was rather small, a rich purple ermine cape filling out behind her to create the impression of one much more important than herself. That said; the Elite Four students didn't earn the mark on their chests if they couldn't follow through on their entrances. The Disciplinary Committee Chair adjusted her glasses, disregarding him with icy contempt as she faced the No-Stars.
"I'm here on official business."
DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE CHAIR: MAIKO OGURE
Aikuro bit back his unsavoury retort to the girl who would be queen, shying back with a quick "Yes ma'am."
"Good boy, know your place. Now then, students of second year, class K, rise for your empress."
The students scrambled to their feet at the sharp tap of Maiko's ornate gold and black staff on the carpet, the bladed globe atop it standing a foot taller than its welder. Only one person had ever laughed at the weapon, and they said you could still find the soot outline of her on the outer walls, if you had the stomach for it. Maiko's snake-like grin greeted them.
"We have determined that there is someone who intends to harm Honnouji Academy among you. As such, this filthy traitor is to be punished immediately. Now, as all explanations will go completely ignored, I suggest you save my precious time and hand yourself over now."
Silence reigned for two seconds, before a flash of light and smoke blinded the room.
The mad cackling chased the thief all the way down the stairs as he made for the exit to the courtyard. All he had to do was make it out the academy and he'd be home free. There was one last door before him, and the Three-Star student was nowhere to be seen. Pushing through it he ran into the courtyard, getting five steps farther before the ground collapsed out from under him. Shaking the dirt from his hair, the imitation student quickly clawed up the walls of a pit trap he was positive hadn't been there when he'd arrived that morning. Haughty laughter greeted him as he immerged. Maiko Ogure was floating down towards him on bellowing coattails, her uniform transformed into its battle mode.
THREE STAR GOKU UNIFORM – EMPRESS REGALIA
The gold and purple assemble blinded the eye to look at even more so than the imposing red letters behind it, reflecting the afternoon sunlight onto the Spy from Osaka. Maiko set down on the ground with a click, smug smile fixed upon her face as the four ethereal cuts her cape had split into floated around her, casting her in a lavender aura matched only by the one of pure cruelty she excluded.
"Did you seriously think a tear gas bomb would help you escape? They don't call me the Trap Master for nothing boy. Now, cough up the uniform."
He cursed through gritted teeth, annoyed that he'd be having to use the weapon after all. A quick escape would have been so much simpler. Retrieving his stolen goods from his rucksack, the student quickly pulled it on. His battered frame filled with strength in a flash, his body straightened and thinning as he rose to meet the elite's eye. Maiko's smile widened.
"Addicting, isn't it? The strength, the power… the Strepower, I like to call it. Come on boy; hit me with your best shot!"
She didn't need to tell him twice, his fist already moving as fast as a striking cobra. He'd knock those stupid glasses clean off her face and put her down in one strike... well, that had been the plan. HIs hand passed through a cloud of smoke, and by the time he'd cleared it away Maiko was behind him, leaning against her staff and yawning.
"Oh, so close. Try again boy, maybe you'll get me this time."
He struck again, and again and again, each punch meeting a puff of smoke as paper tags, stuffed animals and wooden logs clattered all around him. Maiko hadn't even broken a sweat.
"That said, even if you could hit me, a thousand One-Star Uniforms wouldn't be enough to chip the paint on my glasses. My uniform, that of the Three-Star elites, has more power than you could ever dream of. Here, let me show you!"
She swung her staff at full force, an unavoidable attack given his exhaustion. The fake student was launched clean into the air with all the stolen skill of a master golfer. As he came down near the entrance, a cluster of orange mines awaited him, the explosion sending right back where he'd come from, only to land on a blinding glyph hastily drawn into the dirt, electricity painfully arcing through his body to freeze him in place as the dust swirled and settled in the courtyard. Maiko loomed over her prey, secure in victory.
"What a shame. Looks like you just weren't cut out for the Strepower. Strip him down boys!"
And with the order given to her flunkies, she turned back to the academy, just in time for a menacing red glow to envelop the school grounds and the sky itself. Maiko cursed, unaware that her boss was actually paying attention to her academy for once. Well then, it was time to put on a show for all the boys and girls staring out the windows. The staff shortened to hand-held length, the orb splitting to reveal a microphone.
"Students of Honnouji Academy, listen up! As long as I, Maiko Ogure, sit in the Disciplinary Chair, no law breaker will go unpunished! You will all remember your place as worthless worms, writhing in the dirt with your vainglorious hopes to rise above your stations! As is your given right by Lady Ryuko Kiryuin!
The red light intensified, forcing all in attendance to look up to their lord and master. Maiko raised one hand to her chest, prompting the student body to do the same.
"Students! All salute Student Council President, Ryuko Kiryuin!"
The clack of the spotless heel would be heard throughout the academy. It was a demand for attention from all, unable to deny its call even if they wished. The pure white breastplate of the Kamui glinted bright even in the blood-red glow that accompanied it, the eyes on Junketsu's twin spires known to all as they and their master glared down on the masses, a bloodied kendo stick clutched in one gauntlet. Thousands listened in reverence for her sacred words.
STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT - RYUKO KIRYUIN
"Turn around, you stupid bitch."
It took a second to register, but Maiko ignored the insult for long enough to whip around to find the One-Stars face down on the ground, a tall man covered from head to toe in rags carrying the would-be uniform thief under one arm. Staff extending, Maiko spun it back to bear on the newcomer, a glowing sphere of light aimed at his chest.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" She demanded.
There was a deep chuckle from the man, and Maiko's blood froze in her veins. She knew the voice. She wished that she didn't.
"I'm not surprised you're forgotten me, Maiko Ogure. Such is your arrogance; that you even look down on those above you, both figuratively and literally."
The newcomer raised one broad hand, pulling down his hood to expose himself for all of Honnouji Academy to see.
LIFE FIBER HUNTER – IRA GAMAGOORI
