((A lot of reviews. Well, relative to what I get anyway. Well, the original plan was just to come up with various ideas to motivate the Kill la Kill fanfic authors or people who like to cross over other stories. If I do end up writing a story, I clearly haven't done my job properly.
Joking aside, the story ideas I would probably do if I have the time are is a KlK/Ranma and a KlK/Harry one. Also, to guisniperman, I don't know Berserk or Claymore, and I'll only create a small sample of a Smash Bros crossover since the current one at this time is a parody starring WAHluigi...And I didn't see the LAST episode, but the credits part, so just assume that this "end" is just a possibility that other fanfics might write up.))
As the light faded, seven figures looked around, though the largest of them all hid a bouquet of roses behind his back. These people were Satsuki, Ryuko, Mako, Ira Gamagoori, Nonon, Houta and Uzu. "Wh-what is this place?"
"It is the last place you ever want to be." Everyone gasped as they saw two more figures. The taller of the two shone even in this darkness. "My, how my daughters have grown."
"Ragyo Kiryuin. Nui Harime. How are you two alive?" Satsuki asked. She knew those those two were dead, having been cut apart and then disposed by Nudist Beach. Ryuko, on the other hand, decided to correct this with her fists. She didn't get far as she was levitated off the ground.
"And yet again, my replicas are mistaken for the real articles." Everyone looked up and their jaws dropped. It was a giant hand, no, a giant glove that had strings suspending the flailing girl off the ground. The giant hand then dropped her back with her friends. "Of course, you have utterly destroyed the real ones, so I must make do with these fake bodies."
"D-did that glove just talk?" Nonon wondered, making Ryuko realize she wasn't the only one hearing it speak.
In fact, Ryuko now noticed that Nui Harime had her scissors blade back as well as both arms. "What the hell's going on here?"
The glove chuckled. "Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Master Hand, and I have invited you into my realm because you have interested me. In this realm, I have also invited and created heroes and villains from the depths of the universe to fight for the sake of fighting. Of course, I am willing to compensate for your time here in the form of one wish."
"A wish? Could be more, but we'll settle on that." Satsuki schooled her features. "Still, if you watched our world, you would know the gap of power between the Life Fibers."
"Oh, I'm made aware of that fact." Strings quickly wound around everyone except Ryuko and the villains, but before Ryuko could react, the strings had condensed, revealing Satsuki, Mako and the Elite Four back in their Kamui and final Goku Uniforms, though most of them were in combat mode. Satsuki also seemed to notice something off about her uniform, but it could be her hair growing back. "And I have a surprise for you."
"Ryuko!"
"S-Senketsu!" As girl and uniform hugged, Senketsu quickly changed into his combat mode. Ryuko looked down, noticing that his right eye was patched again. "But how?"
"I have plucked Senketsu from his journey and dealt with the remaining Life Fibers." Master Hand seemed to be looking down at them. "For the sake of entertainment, I have also did some balancing. You would notice that I have dulled the blood payment and negated your ability to transform at will, among other things. Of course, you can choose not to fight, and you will return to your world without these extra uniforms or your chance at a wish."
Satsuki glared at Ragyo. "And are they eligible for the wish as well?"
"Of course, Lady Satsuki." Nui smiled back. "Sure, we can't exactly wish ourselves back to life, but Mister Hand says that he can have the Life Fibers head back to Earth if one of us wins."
Everyone looked at each other and nodded. "Alright, we're in."
If Master Hand had a face, he would smile. "You seem to have forgotten one little detail; I have scoured the universe, and I treat this tournament like it is the last of its kind, each one bigger than the last."
It was then that everyone realized they were not alone, and there were hundreds of fighters all around them.
"Warriors from the realities of fantasy to the vastness of space and beyond, welcome to the 33rd Tournament! There are many rules, but only one way to win: Look at your brothers in arms, and smash them! Let the best among you win!"