It is with great apprehension that I publish this. It's something that's been in my mind after reading the fanfictions crossing Dragon Ball and Kill la Kill. I noticed no one had used this idea, and well, I wanted to be the first.

There's no disclaimer, because honestly, why should I use them? It's Fanfiction, it's obvious the franchises I make stories about aren't mine.

Now, enjoy.

Nights shouldn't be that long.

That thought crossed his mind over a thousand times before and judging by the look of things, it would keep popping up.

Isshin's life wasn't easy, but somehow, he managed to get through no matter what, even if he lost some things in the process, like his former identity, for example.

As a scientist leader of an organization with the fate of the entire planet on its shoulders, it was obvious that extreme measures needed to be taken. There was no place for loss, only oblivion.

Yes, he always said that to himself to get through these tedious nights, in which his hands hurt more than anything.

Sewing a Kamui all by himself was, quite possibly, the hardest thing he had done in his life. It was up there with surviving his former wife's attacks and losing her for good, not leaving any tracks or clues as to where he was.

He moved a glowing thread carefully, rolling it on the center of the sailor suit and placing it.

This would be worth it, he knew.

But it was really tiring, to be honest…and he hadn't even completed the ten percent of the Kamui.

"I'll just put three more threads on, and then I'll go check Ryuko…" he heard himself mutter, sighing.

His little daughter, Ryuko, rested up in a crib, inside one of the mansion's rooms. If she was crying out to him, hearing her would be difficult, if not straight-up impossible. Considering he had been down in his secret basement for hours…

Isshin focused, intending to put those blasted threads quickly and efficiently.

Little did he know, his plans would take a different turn.

All of sudden, he heard a boom.

Every single hair on his body stood on end, and he was startled into jumping, which meant a lot of pain for him. Why? Easy question; he lost the hold his special knitting needle had on the glowing, crimson thread, and the damn thing lunged at his face and tightened around his head.

It not only hurt, but it also burned.

Isshin took the Life-Fiber thread with one hand -despite the burns it would probably get him there- and pulled away, feeling the searing pain on the back of his head increase due to the power of the grip it had over him.

When he felt something wet on the back of his head, Isshin realized he had to think fast.

His frantic eyes searched for the special needle he used with Life-Fibers, and upon finding it on the border of the table, about to fall, he practically hopped at it, reaching out with one hand and grabbing it before putting it in between his face and the dangerous thread.

Isshin noticed the weakening of the hold, and took an immediate course of action.

He wrapped the thread around the needle, and that was the end of his problems.

Well, not quite.

Isshin put the needle with the thread inside of a drawer, and hurried to the elevator leading out of his basement. When he pressed the button of activation and the doors closed in front of him, his lungs were still on fire, his heart was beating so much he feared he was going to have an attack, and blood was sliding across his nape, staining his white coat.

It couldn't get any worse…right?

Isshin reminded himself that he lived in the same world as Ragyo Kiryuin, and that effectively meant things could get worse.

Before overwhelming fear could override all his emotions, the doors opened, and Isshin was glad to see that his house wasn't on fire or blowing up like his paranoid musings were telling him, and he ran -as fast as he could, considering he was stooped- through the hallway.

He remembered exactly which room he left Ryuko in, the twenty-first one. Luckily, it wasn't that high in the mansion, and Isshin only had to walk up one set of stairs to get there.

As he approached the door, the incessant cries of his dear daughter sent one of the greatest waves of relief he had ever felt in his life.

He opened the door and burst into the luxurious room, walking to the crib to see her.

Ryuko.

She was there, crying, and he took her in his arms, hoping that would be enough to calm her -and himself- down.

For a moment, he thought…he thought…

Nevermind.

He stood there, with her in arms, before sitting on the bed near the crib, and closing his eyes. A breath he didn't know he was holding escaped him.

His heart no longer beat so fast, and what felt like fire in his lungs turned into a warmth he didn't mind, at all. Ryuko's crying even seemed to be less loud.

She had been calling for him. She had been needing him, and for how long? There was no way to know, because…

Isshin realized that going through that train of thought wasn't something he wanted to do right now.

Ryuko was okay, he wasn't. Things were all the same, and it was bound to stay that way.

Hesitantly, he put her on the crib again, and Ryuko's cries returned, louder than before.

He stared at her with melancholy, before turning his back on her like he had done so many times before, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

Isshin would feed her after checking just what the hell caused that explosion. If the fact that he heard it from his basement was anything to go by, it had to either mean that it was small and it happened pretty close, or that the explosion was pretty damn big, with shockwave included.

His mansion was undamaged, so as far as he was concerned, the former was more probable.

Isshin opened the doors of the mansion, and what welcomed him was the sight of the early night, accompanied by the crescent moon and countless woods in front of his mansion.

He had chosen this mountainous location for a reason, that being it was unknown to most, the perfect place to hide from the sick psycho you once called wife.

Explosions weren't a common occurrence in this world, not yet at least, and he doubted they happened often here for no apparent reason.

Something was going on, and he wouldn't stop until he discovered it.

He turned on the outside lights of the mansion, lights that he rarely used, and walked down the short set of stairs leading that would completely separate him from his mansion.

Planting his feet on the ground, Isshin looked around with narrowed eyes, searching for a clue.

It had to be a close one to sound that loud, so…

Isshin's eyes stopped on something.

The night was still young, he knew it by the dark blue shade of color the sky still had, so the smoke rising from somewhere in the woods was doomed to be noticed by him.

Isshin's grip over the Rending Scissors tightened.

He stepped into the woods, always guiding himself with the smoke that rose to the sky. The sounds of a few animals such as howls from wolves or hoots from owls filled the environment, and as he went deeper and deeper into the forest, the smoke led him to a clear, or what he thought was a clear.

If the place had been darker, he would have no doubt tripped into the crater.

Isshin gazed upon it, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, before his eyes fell on something at the center of the crater, smoke coming from it.

It looked like…a ball. A white ball, with what seemed like a circular windshield on the front…or was it its back?

"What the…what's this?"

Many possible answers to that question appeared in his mind.

Perhaps NASA was trying out some kind of space-ship and it didn't go well…? Was this one of those so-called future vehicles that fake news talked so much about? He thought they were fake…

Unless it was indeed fake, and what he had in front of him was some sort of alien spaceship.

Isshin didn't discard that possibility. Life Fibers were alien, so the idea of something else like that coming to Earth wasn't that farfetched for him, but honestly, he didn't expect it-

His inner musings came to a halt when the door of the ball, the part that had the red windshield, moved down, leaving the ball open.

Isshin paled, for an instant.

If he was right, and this resulted to be an alien species…how was he supposed to know if it was hostile? Hell, how was he supposed to even communicate with it? If it had the technology to travel through space, it surely had to have an advanced language.

Utterly and completely tense, Isshin waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And…and then he heard the wails.

…Huh?

Carefully, Isshin tried to take a peek at the inside of the ball. He used to watch the Men In Black movie…a lot; he remembered that particular scene in which the cockroach alien arrived at Earth, and Isshin had a gut feeling that if he came closer to that ball, he would probably end up like the miserable bastard who got consumed and used by the cockroach as a body…maybe worse.

He wasn't about to take any chances.

…Although, those cries sounded like they were from a human baby. Maybe this creature or whatever it was attempted to deceive him? It could be anything!

Having failed to see something inside the spaceship -he would call it that way for now-, Isshin sighed, and put the Rending Scissors in front of himself, for he had taken a decision.

While he wasn't exactly eager to get close to whatever it was inside of that spaceship, what were the chances that it could disappear if he left now? He didn't want something unknown on the loose.

As he slid down the crater, he hoped he wouldn't regret this.

When the inclination no longer allowed him to slide, Isshin walked to the center of the crater, wary.

His sweat felt oddly cold as he drew ever closer, and the cries sounded louder than ever.

By the time the scissors were inches from the spaceship, tension had reached its peak, and he almost stopped.

Almost.

With a light, quick jump, Isshin put himself in front of the ball's open door, pointing the scissors at what was inside.

His eyes, already wide from the anxiety, turned into saucers when he saw it.

A naked baby, very human-looking by the way, was on a seat clearly not meant for someone that age inside the ship, and he cried non-stop.

Something Isshin noticed about him was his hair; it was black and very spiky. For some reason, Isshin couldn't help thinking of a palm-tree when he saw that mess of bangs all over the place.

He lowered the Rending Scissors a bit, and closened the distance between the ship and himself, still wary but less so than before.

The baby's eyes were tightly shut as he cried, but when he slowly opened them, they darted to Isshin.

His cries ceased, and for a few instants, Isshin stared back at the little thing.

It laughed.

For some reason, the sight of him made the baby laugh.

And Isshin lowered his guard, albeit just a moment.

Deciding to put an end to this, he grabbed the baby in his two hands and took it out of the ship, analyzing it with calculating eyes as the baby moved ecstatically. Isshin searched for any trait that could separate him from a human baby aside from his wild hair.

He wasn't aware of the fact that there was no real need to search.

He just discovered that when he saw it, hanging from the baby's back.

It moved, slowly and from side to side, wagging.

It looked…it looked…

"A monkey tail?"