A/N: So I want to write another story for Kill La Kill, but I'm stuck on what exactly I want to do. I have a couple ideas in mind and would love it if you guys could help me choose. The first idea is basically another college story, except it's going to be funny and involve Ryuko trying to join a fraternity. The second one is about the KLK universe in a mediaeval ages setting with romance in it and the third idea is a science fiction world in which they fight sentient clothing, also complete with romance. So let me know in the reviews what you would like! And enjoy chapter seven.
Chapter Seven: It all Started with a Girl in a Pink Frilly Dress
The weeks following the event had in fact changed nothing. It was as if Aikuro's party hadn't happened, as if the prison break never took place. Ryuko was still allowed to go to class and her and Mako were still friends, but even closer than ever before, if possible. This all worried Ryuko. She felt as if a heavy cloud was weighing over her, and that any moment it would burst, bringing with it the repercussions of that rebellion. There had to be something that would occur, it was almost unnatural how nothing was. There wasn't even mention of it in the school newspaper.
One thing that had changed was that the people Ryuko had freed had decided to form an organization called Nudist Beach. Ryuko had tried for the Kansai Crimson Tide but it'd been quickly shot down. Who had decided to call Nudist Beach? Why Aikuro, the pervert of course. He stated that clothing was a sign of subjection in society and that by wearing no clothes the group would be one step closer to truly rebelling. The other members of the group weren't too keen on the idea of walking around group meetings naked, but they did like the name, as it had the ease of being transformed into a motivational rant.
"We are Nudist beach, a secret niche, and with our reach, we will teach, those who leech, not to mess with Nudist Beach!" In fact every meeting was started this way. The meetings were held early in the mornings once a week because there was less guards during the day and also they had the gym available to themselves at that time. Nudist Beach was about thirty members strong and slowly growing. Ryuko had been voted in to be the leader of the group but she was terrible at such things. She was great when it came to picking fights, but planning out fights? Not so much. She reacted on instinct, not calculations. So the leadership went to Aikuro and Kinagase. And right now Kinagase was giving a speech.
"The three weeks after the stint at the department of discipline has warranted no reaction from the administration. They have not changed their policies and continue to act unfairly. We can no longer afford to sit around and we must plan a course of action. Our goal is to abolish this system of corporal punishment, but to do this we must lead a full on rebellion. This means we have to go all out and strike where it will hurt most. But, we cannot let the school know we exist until we are ready. We will train, all of us, and we will steal some of the schools weapons that they are using in the labs. Only then can we hope to have an impact."
"But of course before we try the route of violence we will try negotiations. The school has definitely more manpower than we will ever have and therefore we have to let them know that while we are not as strong as them, we can still do enough to be a thorn in their side, unless they remove us and listen to our demands." Aikuro added.
"So we aren't allowed to save people that we see are being taken away by the guards?" one of the members asked.
"Not yet. We will as soon as we can get our hands on some resources." Aikuro replied.
"And when will that be?" asked another one.
"We have people on the inside of the academic department already working on it. It'll be a difficult process as Inumuta has complete control over the area and we don't want to tip him off. But for now all we can do is wait and observe. If any of you see something that could be beneficial to the group, please tell us." A bell rang signifying that the meeting was over and that the school day was to begin. Kinagase stubbed out the cigarette he was smoking. "Alright meeting adjourned."
It was 9pm and Ryuko was in the gym punching a sandbag. She usually didn't do more exercise after the classes she had, but today she just needed to. She was constantly on edge from the lack of action by Satsuki and her discipline department, and punching something helped her get rid of the bad energy. Plus she didn't have to think.
"Working out pig?" a sweet voice sounded from behind Ryuko and she stilled the bag before looking around. "What do you want?" she huffed dripping in sweat.
The girl in the frilly pink dress hopped of the barbell stand she had been standing on and approached Ryuko placing her face eerily close to hers. "You smell like a pig now too!" the girl sang and Ryuko swiped at her, which she neatly dodged. I wonder if there's any connection with her calling me a pig and with the way Satsuki calls people pigs. It's really unnerving. Ryuko thought. "I asked what do you want." Some of Ryuko's earlier frustration was returning. She didn't know why but this girl just rubbed her the wrong way.
"I came to tell you something, but it can wait until you finish the exercises. I don't wanna talk to someone that stinks." Ryuko grumbled but didn't say anything as the girl sat precariously on top of one of the machines. Ryuko turned back to her sandbag and punched at it, stretching out the time it took her to do so in hopes that the girl would leave. But she just stared at Ryuko from atop the machine, legs crossed one over the other and hands placed atop. She had a smile on her face but her eye watched Ryuko like a hawk. Eventually Ryuko gave up. She couldn't take the staring, so stilling the bag she walked towards the locker room. "I'm gonna shower"
She took extra-long to piss off the girl, but when she came out the girl was still there with that stupid smile on her face. Hopping down from the machine she approached Ryuko. "Much better," she ruffled Ryuko's freshly washed hair which Ryuko cringed back from, "You don't smell anymore but I guess water can't wash away the fact you still look like a pig," the girl clapped her hands gleefully.
"Listen if you're just here to taunt me than I'm leaving," Ryuko huffed angrily and threw her duffle bag over the shoulder to leave. She'd left Senketsu in her room and felt unprotected now. She didn't know what this girl wanted and if she attacked her, Ryuko wouldn't have a chance against her.
"Nui."
"What?"
"You can call me Nui," the girl had a somber expression on her face now, her tone taking a complete one-eighty. "And I want to help you find out who killed your father."
Ryuko froze, her feet rooted to the floor. Her throat suddenly felt dry. "Who killed my father?" she repeated like a broken echo. "But no one killed him, it was a fire"
Nui snorted. "If that's what you have been lead to believe. But it was all a cover up, the fire that is. It was meant to cover up the proof that he was to be killed."
"But that doesn't make any sense. My father left the house alive, and then he went back in and the fire got him. There was no other way." Ryuko clutched her head as she felt a throb build up in between her eyes.
"The fire started so quickly, didn't it?" Nui wasn't looking at Ryuko anymore. She was tracing the seam lines of the sandbag Ryuko had been pounding. "It just came out of nowhere. There was no time to stop it." She paused and looked at Ryuko's terrified eyes. "You were twelve at the time."
Ryuko's heart lurched. How did this girl know all this? Who was she? Who was SHE? "How do you know this?" Ryuko demanded. Her heart was beating unnaturally fast and the throb between her eyes was growing.
"Ryuko, isn't the right question, who did this?" Nui was smiling again now, her somberness disappearing into thin air. "Remember what I told you, Satsuki knows something she shouldn't, but I can help you get to her, you just have to trust me." She titled her head sweetly as she waited for a response but Ryuko couldn't and wouldn't give her one right now. She bolted out of the gym and didn't stop running until she made it to the dorms.
In a dimly lit room a meeting was being held between lady Satsuki and her four heads of the departments. They were seated on red cushions on the cold marble floor around a low table that held four steaming cups of tea. They were quietly sipping it and contemplating what they had been called for so abruptly in the middle of the night for. The torches that were lighting up the room, danced wildly in the drafty air and the music head let out a loud yawn. She hadn't gotten any sleep because she was busy composing her new music. She had been about to take a nap when she got the message from Satsuki to come to the mansion. And now here she was, but still no Satsuki half an hour later.
The click clacking of computer keys filled the silence in the room and the music head tried to not let to it irritate her. The biggest of the four was sitting at the table arms crossed over his chest and brooding, while the slimmer green haired boy of the group sipped his tea and looked back and forth from each person at the table. They were too tired and in too much nervous suspense to uphold a conversation.
The noise of the typing on the keyboard got even louder and the music head was about to tell the head of academics to cut that shit out, when the door to the room opened. Satsuki stood in the doorway, the light from the hallway behind her illuminating her and making the four squint. Then she closed the door and the room was back in its gloom.
"Lady Satsuki," all four of them rose to their feet and lined up in front her before bowing.
"I'm sorry to have called you here at this hour but I wanted to give you something special." Lady Satsuki walked past the elite four and approached one of the marble pillars in the room. "Each of you stand next to a pillar," she commanded and the four responded to her request. They moved to the pillars, which there were four of. The pillars formed a square in the middle of the room as they supported the tall ceiling of this chamber. Satsuki moved to the middle of the square and continued. "You all have been very loyal to me and have served me well, as a reward I'm going to give you something that will make you even more powerful. "
The lower half of the pillars rumbled to life and they descended into the floor revealing a stand with clothing on it in their stead.
"Wow Lady Satsuki what are these?" the head of music asked as she stared at wonder at the beautiful piece of cloth.
"These are three star goku uniforms that I had Iori make for you all. We used the information from the kamui that we had procured from Ryuko. Originally we intended to make them out of a hundred percent life fibers but," a flashback of failed experiment after failed experiment played back. The students they tested it on had either gone berserk or passed away from the strain of the power. Satsuki gave a little shake of her head. "It was a failure. These uniforms are made from thirty percent life fibers, so they are completely safe. They will attune to your best strengths and help you when in fights. I trust you will be able to use them accordingly."
"Why this honor now, Lady Satsuki?" boomed the deep voice of the tallest in the group.
"Yea Sats, why give us upgrades now when we have been able to keep the departments in check?" the green haired boy added causing the bigger one to turn on him. "You will address the lady with respect," he growled to which the green haired boy put his hands up in an okay-chill-buddy gesture.
"You are right to notice this," Lady Satsuki smiled coldly. "I'm giving them to you not just for your sake, but for the sake of the whole community."
"It's Matoi, isn't it?" the bespeckled blue haired boy of the group who had remained quiet the whole time, while typing stuff up on his phone, finally voiced. The collar around his mouth zipped back up after he finished his question.
"Inumuta is correct." Satsuki gestured towards the boy and the music head spoke up. "Is that delinquent truly so troublesome? I bet we could put her in her place."
"I was hoping you would say that. Matoi is a danger to our whole operation. She is reckless, unpredictable but powerful. We need her on our side if we are going to win this war. She is the only one who possesses a kamui, and the only one currently who can wear it. My hopes are that she will gain some sense and see that what we endeavor is for the wellbeing of humanity. If she does not, then you, my elite four will have to put her in her place." Satsuki looked at her elite four and at their solemn faces, as they understood what she was saying.
"For now Inumuta reports that she hasn't done anything outrageous, but that she has been hanging out with Aikuro and Kinagase consistently. I have a bad feeling about the three of them and we mustn't let them get the edge on us. Now take your uniforms and be on your way. Stay on the tips of your toes and don't let your guard down, especially you Gamagori."
"My apologizes, Lady Satsuki," the giant kneeled down in apology. "I will not let the incident of three weeks ago occur again. I will strive my best to remain your impenetrable shield."
Satsuki did not respond. She just lifted her head up higher and with the click clack of her heels on marble floor she was gone.
The elite four made their way slowly to the gates of the discipline department, their heads buzzing with what they had just heard.
"So it's really happening isn't it?" the music head asked another yawn exiting her mouth.
"What's happening?" the green haired boy asked absorbed in examining his new outfit.
"The war. On Ragyo"
"What Ragyo?"
"Oi, pay attention will you!"
"Let go of my ear!" the green haired boy cried out as the shorter music head held his tender earlobe between her fingers and pulled down to bring him to her level. He swatted her hand away and straightened back up. "Then pay attention you useless monkey," she hissed.
"Stop fooling around you two," Gamagori chided.
"To answer Jakuzure's question, according to my calculations, it really is happening. Satsuki built this school to defeat her mother. She's training the students into becoming her own soldiers and now she feels that Matoi might be an important part of her equation to success." Inumuta informed as he pushed up his glasses.
"Ew as if that good for nothing would be good for something," Jakuzure wrinkled up her nose in disgust.
They had reached the gates now and Gamagori bid them a good night before turning to go back to his house. The three continued onto the rest of the campus.
"We'll have to accept Matoi, if that's what Satsuki wants us to do," Inumuta informed them before he checked his phone. "I have work to do, I'll see you around." He then disappeared in the direction of the labs.
"And what are you gonna do monkey?" Jakuzure asked.
"I have a name you know," the green haired boy grunted before he responded, "I don't know. I kinda wanna test her out for myself you know. See what she's made of. And I wanna test out this new clothing too." He crossed his arms behind the back of his head and looked up at the stars. "And if she's not worth lady Satsuki's breath, I'll end her."