Series: Kill la Kill
Type: Ongoing Fanfiction, AU
Genre: Action/Adventure, Comedy
Pairings: None (currently)
Story Summary: In this retelling of Kill la Kill, the tale is set on a much different path as the Kiryuin family is split by divorce due to mysterious circumstances. Though the journey may be different, the adversity is very much the same. What differences will arise when all parties are aware of Satsuki Kiryuin's blood ties to the delinquent transfer student, Ryuko Matoi? Read on to find out!
Author's Notes: I hadn't intended for such a long time between updates, this was actually supposed to be done last week but I lost 90% of the chapter because I'm an idiot and rewriting this was a huge chore. I didn't want to pass up on a Satsuki chapter, though. If it seems a little bland, forgive me, trying to write something after you were already really happy with the first version is like pulling teeth. As always, your reviews, comments, and critiques really help drive me to keep writing, so even if it's just a quick comment, it doesn't go unnoticed!
Chapter Three: Revelations
The marble tile lining Satsuki Kiryuin's bathroom was damp, suffocated by the thick steam that filled the room. The Kiryuin family heiress was partial to scalding hot showers, but to call the nearly blistering hot water that left her skin a vivid shade of red merely 'scalding' did it little justice. She'd push her limits to the point where she couldn't bear the heat any longer, and begin scrubbing. The process lasted for the better part of an hour.
It was a ritual she'd put herself through each time she returned to Honnouji Academy after a visit with her mother. She'd purge her flesh of the taint left behind by that vile woman's touch, even if it meant damaging her fair skin to do so. In the adjoining living quarters, her trusted Elite Four sat on an ornate couch, who had all just been served tea by Satsuki's trusted butler, Soroi.
"So, any of you guys got a clue why we've been summoned at this hour? I was just about to go to sleep," Uzu Sanageyama mumbled to himself as he wiggled about in an attempt to wedge himself between Ira Gamagoori's massive frame, and Houka Inumuta. Uzu was wearing a bathrobe with a cartoon monkey embroidered on the back, and blew on his steaming hot tea repeatedly, showing little intent to actually drink from the fragile cup in his hand.
"Sanageyama, I expect better of you than to gripe and murmur complaints about being invited into our Lady's room. Show some graciousness!" Ira didn't take anything lightly, especially when it came to the treatment of Satsuki Kiryuin. In contrast to Uzu's painfully casual attire, Ira was still in his Three Star Goku Uniform. When safely out of earshot, the others would most certainly debate whether or not the massive young man slept in his uniform, or if he simply never left home without it.
Nonon Jakuzure, dressed in an oversized white and pink hoodie, had laid her legs across Houka's lap and was focused on her iPod. With one earbud in, she flipped through her playlists, but she couldn't drown out her Student Council peers. "Monkey and Frog, so busy squabbling...while the Dog has sniffed out the truth of our late night meeting. Apparently he's good for something." Her voice was blunt, but her tongue was sharp as ever. It was true, Houka had been hard at work on his laptop which was positioned comfortably on top of Nonon's legs.
"It would appear that our President has brought us here this evening to explain this..." the bespectacled boy said as he leaned his laptop screen back far enough for the others to get a good view of the picture he had pulled up. It was a mugshot of a messy haired girl with a scowl on her face, with the name 'Ryuko Kiryuin' plastered beneath it.
"What is that!?" Nonon yelled pointing at Ryuko with a look of sheer disdain in her eyes. "Who does she think she is, using Lady Satsuki's na-"
The pinkette fell silent the moment Satsuki emerged from the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe with her hair wrapped neatly in a towel. Three of the Elite Four were quick to sit up straight and proper, Houka slammed his laptop shut, Uzu chugged every last drop of tea in his cup, and Nonon stuffed her iPod in her hoodie. Ira, on the other hand, stood at attention as if royalty had just entered the room. Satsuki scanned her student council, who were all neatly aligned from shortest to tallest. Her brow furrowed when she spotted Uzu's ridiculous attire, but moved along to give Ira an approving nod.
"At ease, Gamagoori. I'm glad to see that you're still in your Goku Uniform, I'm afraid that the time has come that we'll all need to be prepared at all hours. I'd like to see you all equipped until you retire for the evening," Satsuki said as she approached her chair and took a seat. "My tea, Soroi."
The butler bowed his head in acknowledgement, and quickly moved to pour her a cup of tea. Satsuki crossed her legs and let out a quiet sigh, she could tell that her surprise had been spoiled. "I can't get anything past you all, can I? I'd expect no less from you four. Very well then, I'll answer whatever questions you may have." They remained still, unwilling to cross any lines at the risk of drawing the ire of their council president. "Now would be an appropriate time to begin."
That was more like it. Four hands shot up into the air, ready to be called upon for their turn to speak. Satsuki gestured to Nonon with her teacup before taking a sip, awaiting the musician's question. "Who is this tramp with your last name, Satsuki?" She couldn't fault the petite girl for being blunt.
"She is my sister, who left with my father following the divorce. My mother was far too egotistical to take his surname, so Ryuko has the legal name Kiryuin, though I'm certain she loathes it." Satsuki said plainly, staring into the teacup she held in in her hand.
Houka was the next to speak. "The reports are that she is working with Anti Life Fiber forces, and she's quite the force to be reckoned with. Why haven't we dealt with her sooner?" He adjusted his glasses, watching Satsuki closely. He analyzed people the same way he analyzed date, and he'd not let anything get past him.
She was quiet for a moment, chewing her lip before returning Houka's gaze. "Because she has every right to be angry. I have thought to approach her, to tell her just where my own loyalties lie, but it is too much of a risk." Satsuki placed the saucer and teacup on the table in front of her. "There's a very good possibility that she'd rather fight both me and Ragyo than join forces with us. Not to mention that any public sighting of her and I together would clue Ragyo in to our intentions."
"Yeah yeah, so when do I get to test her? I've been itchin' for a fight. It's about time I got to stand on this stage you've given me and face a worthy opponent, Satsuki." Uzu was cracking his knuckles and getting excited at the thought of taking on this new challenger.
"Soon, if she has her way. I have a hunch that we'll be seeing her live and in person before long." There was a small grin on Satsuki's face. It had been so long since she'd seen Ryuko, she couldn't help but be a little excited, regardless of the circumstances. "But I'll not have anyone facing her until I've seen her intentions firsthand. However, if anyone takes her on, it'll be-"
The door flew upon as a large stack of papers came wobbling through on shaky legs, threatening to collapse. "M-miss Kiryuin! I brought the paperwork you wanted! I would have knocked b-but-wahhhh!" Ira extended his arm to steady the brown haired, clumsy girl who interrupted them, grabbing her shoulder gently.
"Foolish girl!" He rose from the couch and took the tower of paper in hand, taking it to a desk in the corner of the room for safe keeping. "You cannot barge into Lady Satsuki's quarters unannounced like this, it's unacceptable!" Mako Mankanshoku's big eyes started to well up with tears as she realized she had just interrupted what appeared to be a very important meeting.
"Gamagoori Senpai! I'm sorry, so sorry! Forgive me!"
Ira's stern face quickly turned into a nervous frown, thinking he'd been too harsh on the girl. Satsuki was quick to intervene. "Do not concern yourself, Mankanshoku. Thank you for your hard work, you should go home and get some sleep." Satsuki said with a smile, prompting Mako to bow and quickly take her leave. Ira returned to his seat, an awkward look on his red face. "And you, Gamagoori, do you have any questions for me?"
"...who was that girl?" He asked.
