Ch.1: The Second Transfer Student
Knight Of Balance: Hey, guys! How's it hangin'? For those of you who were waiting for me to update my Pokemon fanfic: Sorry, I started watching Kill la Kill had got some good inspiration for this fanfic. This will follow the same basic storyline as the anime, but with different events here and there and original chapters.
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It was a nice, cool day at Honnon City, Japan. The air from the sea was fresh and salty, the sun rained down the light that gave even the saddest individual hope for the future, and the citizens couldn't help but smile.
Especially one individual: A seventeen year old boy with red hair in the front melding into orange in the middle and the yellow in the back. His surprisingly alert, sharp violet eyes looked down at the kind old woman who had handed him an apple free of charge with a shining kindness.
"Thank, miss." He said coolly, bowing at her before walking toward the No-Star cable cars that would take him to his new school: Honnouji Academy. As he did, he chomped down on the fruit greedily, making some of fragments fall onto his rather unusual outfit that covered his lean frame: A pitch-black uniform that seemed to absorb all light, which clashed with his deathly pale skin, that had dark purple lines running across the outside of his arms, legs, and the middle of his torso. On each side was what appeared to be an eye made of fire and a grey zigzag in front of his stomach like a mouth. The outfit shivered as the crumbs fell on it.
"Watch how you're eating that!" The outfit demanded at his wearer within the boys mind.
"Sorry, Hokai." He apologized, wiping the crumbs from him. He looked around the slumps of Honnon, wrinkling his nose at the conditions, thinking of how no human should live in such unsanitary conditions, but waved the thought away as it wouldn't do him any good He didn't even have time to finish that thought when a young boy whipped from around the corner, circled around him and ran away with a quick apology. Before he could get far, as quick as lightning, he took back the wallet in the boy's hands and pocketed it.
"The hell?" He exclaimed.
"Can't get the drop on me," He told the young boy, playfulness surfacing in his voice as he hopped away with a smile. He made it to the No-Star cable car just as it was departing. As he got on the car and finished his fruit, he heard someone scream:
"Stop that car!" Looking behind him, he saw a girl his age that closely resembled the boy from before leaping at him. She crashed into him, sending them over the edge of the platform before he even knew what was happening. As they hit the ground, the car drove away. Slow it was, they were both so stunned by the collision that they didn't even noticed it until it was long gone.
"Dang," He swore, getting up from the sudden attack. As he did this, the girl looked for longed at the empty cable track. She held out a hand toward the top of the track.
"Come back," She moaned, reaching out at the top as though she could grab the cable car and bring it back. After getting up, the boy held out his hand to her. "Oh, thank you." She said to him as she was being pulled up, "Haven't seen you around here before," She continued, looking him up and down in her usual weird way, "Are you a transfer student?"
"Yeah," He said, unfazed by her inspection, "The name's Yokaiko Shigami."
"Mako Mankanicho," The girl greeted, thanking the hand that pulled her up and shook it up and down, "What brings you to Honnon City?"
"A friend of mine sent me a letter a week ago, inviting me to attend Honnouji Academy." He told her, "He used to be my best friend before he came here, so I decided to trust him and come here."
"Why wouldn't you?" She asked, getting in his face.
He averted his eyes from her, "I've got my own personal problems with Honnouji."
"Understandable," She agreed, taking a quick glance at her watch, "Crap! We're gonna be late."
The boy raised an eyebrow. His friend did say that being late to Honnouji wouldn't end well, and it would really hurt his reputation if he was late on his first day. Plus, he wasn't one to leave a lady in trouble. With that in mind, he squatted down and said, "Get on."
"Hm?" Mako questioned.
"I said get on," He repeated, removing the sword sheath from his back and strapping it to his waist.
"Okay," She said, getting onto his back with him huffing slightly at her weight. Bowing his legs, he said to his uniform, "Ready, Hokai?"
"Ready." He responded, sending a surge of strength.
"Who are you talking to?" Mako asked a split second before he launched his legs, moving faster than any normal human. "YAAAAAAAHOOOO!" Mako screamed, feeling a rush of adrenaline race through her body as the wind rushed through her hair, her carrier grunting as his body was strained under the burst of power that propelled him. Even after so long possessing Hokai, Yokaiko was still surprised by the power he gained from him. Nor was his body ready for such a burst of strength, as he felt his energy fade away, consumed by Hokai.
Still, it was worth it as they made to the top of the city where Honnouji Academy resided. Upon reaching the entrance, he skitted to a halt and let Mako off, panting deeply from the massive strain on his body. "Wow, you're super fast! We, I gotta run or else they'll make me scrub the school top to bottom again. Boy, that sucks."
"What?" He panted, unsure he heard that right.
"Bye!" was all he got as she ran off to her class.
"You know," Yokaiko heard his uniform say to him as he tried to regain his breath, "It's not good for your body to move at such a speed without synchronizing. Especially on an empty stomach!"
"Don't give me that lecture. If I hadn't hauled ass, we would've both been late."
"A point you have there," Hokai commented, "So it would be a shame for all that effort to go to waste if you were to be late for, I don't know, taking too long to catch your breath?"
Giving the fiery eyed uniform a dirty look, he took the hidden advice from him and dashed off to his classroom. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX When he arrived at Class 2-A, the homeroom teacher, Aikuro Mikisugi, gave him a bored look introducing him to the class, "Class, we have a new student," He looked over at me we have a new student," He looked over at me, "Introduce yourself." "Okay," He said, a little off put by his indifferent attitude. He turned toward his fellow students, who looked at him expectantly. "Hey, everyone. My name's Yokaiko Shigami and I come from North Kanto. That's really all I can say about myself." "Good," He scanned the room, looking for an empty seat, spotting one behind an eager-looking Mankanicho. "Take that one." The teacher insisted. Yokaiko looked at the chair's sleeping neighbor. "This should be interesting," He muttered, walking up to the seat. The girl turned around the instant he sat down. "Hey, you're that guy from before!" She exclaimed, smiling at him, "Nice to see that we'll be seeing more of each other!" "Cool," He said, smiling at the girl's hyperactivity, it was always refreshing to meet such cheery people. Soon, the teacher resumed his speech on Benito Mussolini, which Yokaiko tried his best to listen to. Unfortunately, at this moment, Mako decided to take a nap. "Um, Mako?" He said, reaching out to shake her shoulder. "Don't bother," The girl next to Mako said, catching his attention. He saw that she was a beautiful girl in a tomboyish way without an ounce of makeup on her smooth, pale skin that was framed by her dark hair with a single red strand. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye with clear blue irises. "The name's Ryuko Matoi by the way." "Thanks." He said, looking back at the teacher, who droned on about fascist Italy. "Is he always this boring?" "Nah," She answered, giving him a joking look, "He's actually worse if you're alone with him." "I'll take your word for it." Yokaiko said, returning the look to Ryuko with a faint smile. A few moments of conversation and they could already tell that they were going to be good friends. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX At lunchtime, Mako and Ryuko sat outside of the school, along with their new friend Yokaiko, eating their lunches. "Man, your mom makes the best crochets." Ryuko stated, taking a bite of her packed food. "Yeah, she sure is!" Mako replied, eating her food with such gusto that it made Yokaiko smile despite his surprise. His eyes drifted toward Ryukos's uniform, an odd number made of black cloth with red mixed in and a single warm-colored eye which, in his opinion, seemed to glare at him. "Creepy," He commented. Having heard this, Mako asked what was creepy. "Her uniform," He told the amber-eyed girl, "It looks like it's staring at me, and not in a nice way." "Oh, that's Senkestu!" Mako said, grabbing a hold of the uniform and showing it to him, despite the wearer's protests. "He's Ryuko's uniform and really the only clothing she's got-" "Mako, shut up!" She yelled, trying to rip Senkestu from her grasp. "-She talks to him all the time cuz she's so lonely. Kind of creepy too if you ask me-" The rest of her talk was cut when Ryuko slapped a hand over her friend's mouth."Is she always this talkative?"
"More than I care to explain." She said. Yokaiko gave a small laugh, "Sorry I said anything." With her own grin, Ryuko removed her hand from Mako's mouth, saying, "Don't worry about that." As if sensing the mood lighting up, Senkestu's gaze was moved away from the newcomer to his uniform, who returned his gaze. The two articles of clothing gave the other a suspicious look. "Hmmm," They said uncomfortably at the other in unison. Before they could wonder why their uniforms were so uncomfortable, a blinding light flashed in their eyes. "I'd know that light anywhere," Yokaiko thought to himself. "Satsuki." He swore. True, the Student Council President Satsuki Kiryuin herself had descended from her high and mighty throne and walked among the lowly peasants of Honnouji Academy. Seeing this, Mako grabbed the sleeves of her friends and forced them down, the last thing she wanted was for them to get in trouble. Satsuki walked down the schoolyard, ensuring everything was functioning properly. As she passed them by, Both Ryuko and Yokaiko glared at her, their feelings turning to rage against her. Not wanting to be in her presence, he rose up from his forced blow, despite the warnings and protests from his friends. "What are you doing?" Mako whispered at him, "You'd better return to bowing or else.""Sorry, Mako, Ryuko. I'm not bowing to her." He told them before walking away just as Satsuki was leaving. Noticing his disrespectful words and actions, The Student Council President drew her Bakuzan blade lazily and slashed at him. Ryuko moved to draw her own sword to deflect the attack. But, quicker than them both, Yokaiko drew the sword on his back and blocked her attack with the blade, showing it to be a a black blade that shone with a dark light, edged in purple.
"You know," He commented, striking her blade back. "If you want to beat me, then attack with everything you have next. Not with those wimpy amateur moves."
"I see that now," She said, matching his glare with her own. Sheathing her blade, Satsuki moved away, thinking to herself, 'Was that...?'
"Stupid bitch," He commented, storing his blade. The girls looked at him, pretty amazed at how well he blocked Satsuki's attack. "What?" He asked, seeing their stares.
"I can't believe you were able back one of Kiryuin's attacks that easily." Ryuko commented.
"Hmph, it was easy to deflect that attack," He told her, "She wasn't even trying to hurt me."
"Really? How did you know?" Mako questioned.
"I've got good eyes," was all he said, beginning to walk back to school.
"Wait, aren't you going to eat?" Ryuko asked.
"Nope."
"Why?" They pushed. The boy avoided their eyes, but the single look she got from him was more than enough for Ryuko.
"You don't have one, do you?" She guessed, and judging from his shocked look, she was right. "Why? Didn't your parents make you one?"
"Don't got any." He answered, "I'm an orphan."
"So, what happened to your parents?" Mako asked, gaining her a glare from her taller friend.
"It's okay; I'm fine talking about them." He assured her, "Even before they abandoned me, they weren't good parents. Barely ever saw them or see spoke to 'em. Hell, I practically raised myself and even my little brother."
"You have a little brother?" Mako said.
"Yeah. Honnouji Academy's currently processing his paperwork in Northern Kanto, so he's not here just yet. Anyway, when I was ten, when we were walking back from school, I found a note on the door from our parents. It said that they were taking a trip and they probably wouldn't be coming back."
"Harsh," Ryuko said, thinking of her own family problem with her father, which seemed kind of miniscule in comparison.
"Sure." He said, never really giving it much thought, "It really didn't matter. You see, they still paid for schooling, as it's required by law, so we stayed in the dorms there for a few years. Living there was really nice, since I had enrolled myself in the local kendo club to pass the time. At school, I met the best friend I could ever ask for, quickly bonding over our mutual love of kendo and a mutual respect for each other. He looked after my little brother when I couldn't; stood up to bullies that messed with me, and even invited me to move in at his parents. I refused, but it was still really nice of him. We even became as close as brothers. Sadly, things ended at the end of middle school, when Satsuki came and took over things. He joined up with her to become stronger, but I refused. I couldn't stand even being near her. So, we dropped out of touch for a couple of years until he contacted me, telling me that he got me accepted into Honnouji Academy."
"Your parents didn't mind?"
"Didn't care since tuition was waved. So, my paperwork was filled and I came here while my brother stays behind in Northern Kanto for a few days since his paperwork got messed up." He ended, with a loud growl coming from his stomach.
"That's so sad," sniffled Mako.
"Not really." He contradicted. Ignoring him, she took a hold of her lunch and started stuffing her food down his throat, despite his protests. Not surprisingly, he started choking, causing Ryuko to pull the Heimlich maneuver to save him. After coughing up bits and pieces of mystery meat from his lungs, Yokaiko told her, "While I appreciate the sentiment, please don't do that again."
"Okey-dokey!" She yelled, giving him a salute. At this, both Ryuko and Yokaiko laughed. This cute moment didn't last long as something hard hit itself at the back of Ryuko's head.
"Ow!" She cried out. Whipping around, she saw a group of One-Star students wielding wooden swords standing behind a woman in a Two-Star kendo uniform with short red hair and yellow eyes wielding a sheathed blade with a golden handle. Yokaiko gave the new girl a quick look over, surprised at how well she held herself: The perfect balance between relaxation and preparation.
"What the fucks your problem?" She yelled at the Two-Star, taking out her Scissor blade from its case.
"What is that?" Yokaiko asked, pointing at Ryuko's blade.
"That's Ryuko's super-awesome, deluxe ultra-weapon: The Scissor Blade!" Mako explained, making a big deal of her explanation.
"Okay," He said, having more questions than answers now.
"Ryuko," Senkestu warned, feeling her blood heat up.
"I repeat, what's your fucking problem?" She said.
"My name's Shekia Kahedo, President of the Kendo Club" The girl said, the kanji for her name appearing below her, "And I'm here to beat you for dishonoring Lady Satsuki."
"Is that so?" She said, giving the girl a confident grin.
"Correct. Of course, it would be improper of us to fight on school time. So, we'll face off after school in the Kendo school training arena. Agreed?"
"Sure thing," She agreed, lowering her sword, "It doesn't matter where I beat you."
"You'll be eating those words," She told her, telling her fellow club members to fall back to school.
Yokaiko looked at Mako, "This school has a kendo club?"
"Yeah, and their leader is the regional champion two-years running." Mako said, "I thought she would be taller."
He ignored the last comment and walked up to Ryuko, "What was that about?"
"Personal things," she told him, "I got a bone to pick with Kiryuin and she'll only let me fight her if I beat all the Club Presidents and her Elite Four first."
"I see," He said, "Even so, you should probably reschedule your fight with that Club President."
Ryuko narrowed her eyes at him, "Why?"
"Mako just told me that the kendo Club President happens to be the regional champion two-years running. You, on the other hand, have no experience in kendo, I'm guessing, and would not stand a chance against such a skilled opponent"
"How would you know? You've never seen me fight!" Ryuko pointed out.
"True, but I know that kendo is a powerful style of sword fighting and without proper tutelage it would be a very difficult battle for you. However, I can teach you how to stop it, if given enough time." He told her, his cool voice getting serious.
"Yeah, well I don't need or want your help." With that, Ryuko stormed, leaving behind a sadden Yokaiko.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to her." Mako promised, running off with her friend.
"You do know that girl's wearing a Kamui?" Hokai told his wearer.
"I suspected it, but didn't assume." He told him.
"Then why worry about it? The Kamui will give her strength far greater than that woman's Two-Star shit piece."
"Because strength isn't everything." Yokaiko countered, walking back to school.
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During the rest of the day, Ryuko gave Yokaiko the cold shoulder; unwilling to talk, look and all around acknowledge his existence. When the final bell rung, Ryuko began making her way toward the kendo club practicing arena when Mako stopped her, "Wait, Ryuko. We need to talk."
"What's up?" She asked her hyperactive friend.
"Well, it's about Yokaiko."
She narrowed her eyes at the mention of his name. "What about him?"
"Well, I think you were a little tough on him earlier. He was just trying to help you out."
"She's right, he was looking out for you. And it was particularly foolish to accept that challenge considering that we have no prior information on her." Senkestu pointed out, despite his suspicions about his uniform.
"Shut up," She whispered, smacking him for good measure. She knew that Yokaiko was trying to help, but shecouldn't let something like that get in the way of her revenge. Soon, they made it to the practice area, where a crowd was already gathered, excited and whispering amongst themselves. "What is everyone talking about?" She wondered, pushing her way to the front of the crowd seeing what they were talking about: The kendo Club President was standing across from Yokaiko!
"So, let me get this straight," Shekia said, tapping her blade sheath on the floor, "You can here to challenge for the sole purpose so that Matoi can't."
"A little over-simplified, but essentially yes." He told her.
"Man, you'll go to great lengths to get laid, won't you?" She deduced, making Ryuko and Yokaiko recoil in horror, she was WAY off. The kendo user looked Yokaiko up and down, licking her lips at such a specimen, "No need to try so hard, you could get any girl you want."
"We're here to fight, not talk about my love life." Yokaiko said, drawing his sword from his back as frustration arose slightly in his cool voice.
"Right," She said, leaping toward him with her sword aimed at him. Right before she hit him, Yokaiko vanished and reappeared on the other side of the crowd.
"What?" The club president said, looking behind herself in shock. Her abilities in kendo where second only to Uzu Sanaygeyama of the Elite Four! How could this nobody even see her attack, let alone dodge it so easily. Out of rage, she lunged at him over and over with him dodging each attack with ease. Every time she got close, within striking range, he vanished and reappeared on the other side.
After the sixteenth strike, Yokaiko commented, "I think I may have overestimated you."
"What?" She yelled, swiping particularly hard, only for him to do his thing.
"I had heard of your reputation as a kendo champion," He said, making her look at him, "And I'll admit your blows are powerful and your pose is decent, but nothing special. Your accuracy is low, however, and your defensive abilities and sub-par at the least. Now that I think about it, I had nothing to worry about: From the short time I've known her, Ryuko would most definitely defeat you." Ryuko heard this and smiled at the compliment, feeling her initial anger at him fade away. Shekia, on the other hand…
"That's it, I'm done fucking around!" She yelled, tearing the sheath off her blade, revealing a pristine sliver blade and lunged at him with all her strength, "YOU"RE DEAD! NO ONE, NOT EVEN A THREE-STAR, COULD SURVIVE THIS! "
"Good thing I'm not a Three-Star." Yokaiko said.
"Showtime." Hokai said.
"Death String Synchronization!" They yelled in unison. Suddenly, a burst of wind shot out from them both, knocking Shekia out of the air. From the dark uniform came several black, sludge-like tentacles wrapped themselves around him, creating a mass of churning black sludge that floated in the air. After a few moments, a black-armored arm shot out of the mass with five clawed fingers, then a similarly armored leg. At that moment, the mass was forcibly expelled, showing Yokaiko in a suit of demonic looking black armor on his arms, legs, upper torso and lower regions. On the torso part was a pair of eyes composed entirely of fire which glared down at Shekia and a row of teeth on the bottom of the torso and the top part of the lower regions, giving the look of a maw from a devil covering him. "Kamui Hokai Bound!" He announced, still holding onto his blade. The entire crowd, even including Ryuko and Mako, stared at the new set of armor that was covering Yokaiko, feeling an aura of dread and darkness emanating from him. But the part that concerned Ryuko was what he had said.
"The hell are Death Strings?" She whispered, looking at the new Kamui while hers shuttered at his appearance.
Despite the new set of armor, Shekia was unconcerned. "You think donning a new suit of armor in some crazy fashion is going to be enough to scare me off? As if! I'll kill you either way!" Drawing on every ounce of energy she had left in her body, she leaped toward him, yelling "Taste the attack that should've ended you earlier! Kendo-Style: Sliver Evisceration!" With that, she lashed out against her opponent, hitting him dozens of strikes against his armor with her blade. Even though each attack could cut concrete like butter, the attacks bounced off the armor harmlessly.
"Like a said before: Pathetic." He repeated, drawing his own sword from its sheath as she kept attacking and struck a battling pose, "Finishing Move: Bladed Frenzy!" He knocked the sliver blade from Shekia's hands and, before she could even blink, sliced her uniform into tiny shreds, leaving her panties and bra intact. Feeling all of the men's eyes trained on her, Shekia ran away, screaming vengeance at him as she left. Unknown to anyone, a single red was sucked into the armor, turning purple as it was absorbed.
"Whatever," Was all he said about the threat, sheathing his sword and returning back to his normal form. Everyone clapped their hands in congratulation for his win, Mako ran up from the crowd and embraced him in a bone-crushing hug.
"That was so amazing how you totally whooped her butt," She exclaimed, "By the way, how come you transformed even though you were winning."
"To show her the difference in our strength and to scare her off in case she comes after you or Ryuko." He told her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fore mentioned girl looking at him crossly, "Speaking of whom…"
"I'll admit, I was pretty tough on you earlier, seeing as you were just looking out for me, and I appreciate you standing up to that woman."
"Thanks," He said, only for her next words to be punctuated by her Scissor Blade being pointed at his Adam's Apple.
"However, for future reference: I fight my own battles." She finished, deciding to confront him about his Kamui and Death Strings later.
"Understood," He told her, moving the"And if I might be totally honest, I was hoping for a good kendo match. Sadly, I was mistaken."
"I'll say," A confident, masculine voice rang out. All of the students in the arena looked to the right, where the voice had come from. The source? A most unexpected person.
Uzu Sanageyama of the Elite Four.