Copyright, Aviatrix8, 2015. Kill la Kill and all related characters are property of Trigger, and are used without permission.
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Kill la Kill fanfic:
"Four Star General" by Avi
Part 2: "Bad Wolf"
The next morning, Iori walked into the Sewing Club room, clearly looking preoccupied. He had spent most of the previous day running tests on the four-star uniform, but it showed no signs of the hostility it displayed during the fitting yesterday.
Iori sighed, as he unlocked the door to his office. Perhaps today he'd be able to identify the problem...
The door swung open, and Iori stared. The dress form holding the four-star uniform was where he left it, but the uniform itself was conspicuously absent. The darts that had been holding it in place, were scattered all over the floor.
Frantically, Iori began to search the room. There was no sign at all to where the uniform might be. He then checked the office door to see if it had been tampered with, but there was no sign of that either. Besides, the security system that had been installed was designed by Inumuta, and nobody else in Honouji Academy could crack his codes.
Iori's brow furrowed deeply, as he stepped outside of his office. A nearby Sewing Club member noticed his expression.
"Sir? Is there something wrong?"
Iori sighed. There was no help for it... This situation was too dangerous to ignore.
"The prototype four-star uniform has gone missing from my office," said Iori. "Have all members search the Sewing Club room for it; I'm going to report directly to the Student Council about the situation."
The Sewing Club member saluted. "Understood, sir."
With a sweep of his lab coat, Iori headed out of the Sewing Club room.
As the main door closed behind him, there was a white blur, like a furry animal slipping itself into a crack...
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Iori was walking down the hallway to the Student Council room, when he thought he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye.
He frowned. All the way over here, he had the feeling that some animal was following him. But that was absurd; Lady Satsuki would never allow pets or vermin into Honouji Academy.
And yet... Iori hesitated, right in front of the entrance of the Student Council room. He could hear a sound behind him like... Running paws?
Iori turned just in time to see a white blur of fur and spikes flying at his face, before his vision blacked out completely.
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Three of the Elite Four were inside the Student Council room, when suddenly, a figure burst in through the main doors, as if shoved backwards by a powerful force; it then staggered briefly, and collapsed.
Immediately, the three Student Council members surrounded the strange intruder, who was still struggling on the floor.
"Is that Iori?" said Sanageyama, noticing the lab coat and blond hair. "What the hell is on his face?"
Gamagori's eyes widened, as he saw a familiar blue power cord hanging off the white cloth wrapped around Iori's head. "Is that... Inumuta's four-star uniform?"
Meanwhile, Jakuzure had knelt beside Iori, and had already grabbed the power cord. "You idiots, he's going to choke to death! Help me pull this goddamn thing off of him!"
Frantically, the three tried to find some place where they could pry the uniform off Iori's face, but the cloth was plastered on too tightly.
"Holy crap, what's with this thing?" Sanageyama swore. "First it tries to kill Inumuta, and now Iori?"
"We have to hurry!" exclaimed Gamagori. "I'm not sure he has much air left!"
Jakuzure leapt to her feet, eyes blazing. "You stupid piece of designer trash!" she yelled at the uniform. "The doggie wouldn't even use you to wipe his ass!"
The collar of the uniform turned towards Jakuzure. She had the disconcerting feeling of being stared at by the four stars across it.
Suddenly, the uniform leapt off Iori's face. The blond boy immediately gasped for air.
"Iori, are you all right?" demanded Gamagori.
"Could be better," replied Iori in a strangled voice. "I've never been so glad to wear a gas mask in my life..."
There was a shrill shriek. The three boys turned, to see the four-star uniform now wrapped around Jakuzure's torso like a straightjacket.
"You freaking perverted uniform, get the hell off me!" yelled Jakuzure. She then gasped, as it tightened around her.
"This just keeps getting better and better..." muttered Sanageyama, as he and the others attempted to free Jakuzure from the uniform.
"Maybe we can stretch it enough so she can squirm out!" suggested Iori.
"Hurry up and do it already! I'm not into this crap like Gamagori is!"
Gamagori shook his head, as he yanked at the uniform. "You make jokes at a time like this?"
"Only because it distracts me from being crushed to death!" Jakuzure bit her lip and fought back a whimper.
"What's going on here?"
Everyone turned, to see Inumuta standing in the doorway, with his laptop tucked under one arm.
Jakuzure felt the four-star uniform loosen around her; she would've been grateful, if she didn't realize what it meant.
"You stupid dog! Get the hell out of here!" she screamed.
Inumuta stared at her in bewilderment. His eyes then widened as he saw the four-star jacket unwind itself from Jakuzure, and turn towards him.
"Quick, grab it!" said Sanageyama. They all tried to snatch at the jacket, but it was much too quick; it then dropped on all fours and rushed straight towards Inumuta.
Everyone started to chase the rogue uniform, but it was far too late... Inumuta barely had enough time to take a step back, before the four-star jacket was upon him.
Inumuta felt himself being spun around, as the four-star literally stripped the three-star jacket off of him... Both it and his laptop went flying; yet somehow, the three-star jacket managed to cushion the laptop's fall.
However, Inumuta was not so fortunate... He felt his arms being pulled back painfully as the four-star's sleeves slithered up his arms; the jacket then closed itself tightly around his chest and zipped itself all the way up.
The rest of the Elite Four and Iori then found themselves facing their own worst case scenario... Going up against a vicious four-star uniform with one of their own trapped inside it.
They all approached Inumuta warily, until the latter held up a shaky hand.
"Stay back!" ordered Inumuta. "I don't know how long I can hold this thing!"
"Like hell we will! We have to get that thing off of you!" retorted Sanageyama. Drawing his bamboo sword, he lunged at Inumuta.
"Men! Dou! Kote! Men! Dou! Kote!"
The four-star uniform dodged every attack with ease.
"Holy crap, that thing is fast!" exclaimed Jakuzure.
"Of course it is! It's a four-star uniform," Iori pointed out. "It has 10% more Life Fibers than your three-star uniforms, remember?"
"But... Why isn't it transforming?" asked Gamagori.
"It's because it can't," explained Iori. "As soon as we found out the four-star uniform wasn't working as expected, I deactivated that ability."
"That's a small mercy at least," said Gamagori. "It won't be able to use Inumuta's optical camoflage."
"Yeah, but he's still freaking faster than he is in Probe Regalia!" retorted Sanageyama, who was still jabbing furiously at Inumuta with his sword.
"I may not be able to transform," pointed out Inumuta through gritted teeth, "but you can!" He continued to involuntarily dodge every attack.
"I can't do that!" protested Sanageyama. "If your four-star can't transform, then I might seriously hurt you with Blade Regalia!"
Sanageyama took another swipe with his sword, which Inumuta flipped away from; he landed nimbly on his feet.
"Just transform, already!" snapped Inumuta. "It's better that I get hurt rather than this uniform run loose!"
"You're one of us, dude. You think we can just do that?"
"Idiot..." Inumuta muttered. He then ducked, as a massive fist swept over his head from behind.
"Sanageyama is right!" yelled Gamagori, as he aimed punches at Inumuta. "You're part of the Elite Four, and we have to protect our own!"
Gamagori aimed a punch at the floor, which Inumuta leapt away from.
"I'm the Information and Strategy Chair, remember? And I'm telling you, it's far more important to subdue this uniform, than to care about my well-being!"
Just then, Jakuzure leapt onto Inumuta from behind, wrapping her limbs around him like the snake that was her namesake.
"Oh, shut it! Now be a good little doggie for once and let us help you!" She jabbed her baton down Inumuta's collar, and attempted to lever the uniform off him.
Inumuta's eyes suddenly widened. "Jakuzure, look out!"
"Huh?" Jakuzure then found herself hanging on for dear life, as Inumuta began to quickly spin in place. Unable to keep her grip, she flew off him and into the air, screaming.
"Jakuzure!"
As Jakuzure fell to the ground, Gamagori managed to slide underneath her, and catch her with his huge hands.
Inumuta breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was short-lived however, as he found himself dodging a cluster of tranquilizing darts.
"Fire all rounds!" commanded Iori, surrounded by armed reinforcements from the Sewing Club.
Inumuta ran forward, as a long trail of darts landed on the wall beside him. He was moving so quickly that he managed to run up the side of the wall; he then landed right in front of the Sewing Club.
With a sweep of one sleeve, the Sewing Club was instantly disarmed by the four-star uniform. It then turned its attention towards Iori, who took an inadvertant step back.
Involuntarily, Inumuta found himself lunging forward, as he aimed a punch directly at Iori's face.
Iori shut his eyes, waiting for the blow... That did not come. Hesitantly, he cracked open his eyes.
Inumuta's fist was about inch away from Iori' face, and he could also see that the other boy wore an expression of intense pain. Inumuta then let a strangled cry, and fell to his knees.
Iori took a step forward, his face full of concern. "Inumuta, what's wrong -"
"Back off!" yelled Inumuta, who then cradled his right arm; it looked suspiciously limp. "I think I dislocated my arm pulling that punch..." he added, with a wince.
"But we have to do something about your injury!" cried Iori, as the others ran up to them.
"No, I have to do something else first!" With a grunt of effort, he forced himself into a kneeling position, placing his arms on his knees and bowed his head, clearly fighting the will of the uniform all the way.
"Sanageyama!" said Inumuta, gritting his teeth. "Slice the uniform off of me while I still have control!"
"Er, right!" Sanageyama raised his wooden sword.
"I'll do it."
Upon hearing that commanding voice, everyone turned. "Lady Satsuki!"
They all reverently stepped aside, as Lady Satsuki walked up to Inumuta, who bowed his head even further. He then closed his eyes.
Lady Satsuki drew her sword in one swift movement. She then paused, her blade held directly over Inumuta's head... Then performed three quick slashes.
Instantly, the four-star jacket was shredded into tiny pieces, leaving Inumuta's torso completely exposed, without a scratch on him.
Despite being freed from the uniform, Inumuta did not move from his kneeling position. "Forgive me Lady Satsuki... I have failed you," he said quietly. "I will hand in my resignation from the council immediately."
Lady Satsuki gazed down at him curiously, then addressed everyone else in the room. "Are any of you injured?"
They all shook their heads. "No, milady."
She looked down at Inumuta again. "And you managed to keep control of the uniform long enough to have it removed from you; not everyone could do that. No, I will not be rid of you quite yet." She then knelt beside him.
"Are you injured, Inumuta?"
"Milady... I dislocated my right shoulder during the course of the fight."
"I see." Her right palm suddenly struck out; Inumuta gasped as he felt his shoulder pop back into place. He then passed out, his glasses slipping off as he fell to the ground.
Lady Satsuki turned to the rest of the Elite Four. "Take him to the infirmary."
"Milady." Gamagori carefully picked up Inumuta's unconscious form and headed out of the Student Council room, with Sanageyama and Jakuzure following close behind.
Iori was just about to follow them, when he heard his name called out.
"Iori."
"Yes, milady?"
"Until further notice, we are putting production of any and all four-star uniforms on hold. Is that understood?"
Iori bowed deeply. "Understood, milady."
Lady Satsuki nodded. Then with a clack of her heel, she headed towards her usual seat, pointedly ignoring the wreckage of the Student Council room surrounding her.
Iori turned to leave, then paused. Kneeling down, he reached out to pick up Inumuta's glasses, which had been left behind.
As he stood up, he stared at the blue lenses for a moment, then gripped them tightly. Then, with an unreadable expression on his face, Iori headed out of the Student Council room.
TO BE CONT...
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One chapter left... This one was to be longer, but I decided to release the rest with the Epilogue instead.