Dusty Basement
The bell chimed luckily mas many of the students in Class K were no longer playing attention in an asleep stupor. After the chime though the room emptied quickly barring Shinko, who watched Ryuko stroll out of the door and into the hallway with the rest of the No Star Students.
"Think she recognized me?" he asked pulling a mesh backpack over his left shoulder. Aikuro chuckled and smiled staring at the youth with narrowed eyes; the question was something definitely intriguing the teacher.
"Of course she did, why wouldn't she? Her eyes turned towards you the minute I said your name," Mikisugi slumped into the office chair at his desk. Briefly he looked through the window which overlooked the quadrangle down below, it was somewhat beautiful in the dark, military, totalitarian way." Don't worry about it though. She's not going to say anything about it. I almost guarantee she's here for something that does not include you," he threw both feet on the desk grabbing a book from the top desk drawer.
Shinko paused placing his right hand against his desk." Then what do you think she's here for?" Shinko quickly barbed as a crashing sound echoed in from the hallway.
'He's too quizzical I should have know Atticus' son would be,' Mister Mikisugi complained with a smile." Get some lunch Kurosaki you'll need it," Aikuro even in the old man disguise said strongly. The blue haired man peered through the doorway to see Mako and Ryuko talking as they strolled down the hallway towards the courtyard." Better do it quickly too. The Student Council President will probably be dying to introduce you to the 'truths' of this world," Mikisugi sighed noticing that the youth had already left.
"We're desk neighbors after all why shouldn't we be friends?" Mako Makanshoku, the girl that Ryuko had sat next to said with a puffed out chest. Naive, dim-witted but with a heart of gold seemed to be the way one would describe Mako and well it was accurate.
"Fine, I guess we can be friends," Ryuko smiled red bang dangling over her left eye for a moment before another step swept it away. The two teens continued to stroll until a blinding flash and loud click came from the tower at the far end of the courtyard and unbearable pressure reaching out from it.
Growling and pressured, Ryuko stared at the light" The hell is that?" Ryuko grit left arm raised to shield her gear-shaped pupils.
"Get down!" Mako pulled down on the feather-haired teenager's shirt making her fall to both knees. Mako tucked her head in closely as Ryuko looked up at the figure descending to the platform that rested atop the monolithic obelisk.
"Is she the top dog or something?" Ryuko grit staring at the figure though its shape was outlined in the light. Mako kept quiet in fact the teen pulled Ryuko down to keep her quiet as well almost sensing the rebellion brewing in the teen's belly." Hey, let go I wanna see this jerk," the blackish-blue haired girl peered up noting that the one approaching was a man.
"ATTENTION!" a loud booming tone exploded over the courtyard. Following the words a massive man came strolling from a flight of stars that reached out of no where, he was wearing a white uniform with three black stars blazed across the chest of it. Around either wrist sat a silver gauntlet the gleamed with light and justice though it was a crooked justice." Hail Lady Satsuki Kiryuin!" he shouted loudly, rattling everyone.
A young lady looked down from the top of the stairwell upon the people beneath her. A sword covered in a sheath that locked around the hilt slammed against the top of the tower, a pressure wave descending upon the horde beneath her. A hair flip moved the teenager's long locks back into position before she daintily cleared her throat ready to inform everyone of how inferior they truly were.
"Pay attention you pigs in people's clothing! Fear is freedom!" her tone was hard and steely, the shout rang out over the pcked arena two lone rebels staring from their kneeling position up at the top of the tower.
They continued to watch carefully preparing themselves for something." Subjugation is liberation!" Satsuki continued her eyes staring over the crowd but towards the kneeling Ryuko. With that star the two began to ready a counter to the fascist remarks from the teen but neither was ready yet.
Ryuko moved first popping up and removing the guitar case around her shoulder." Contradiction is truth!" the loud powerful voice continued until the case opened in a flash of red colored stars.
Ryuko twisted the Scissor-like hilt up and down her left arm tossing it quickly over to the right where it was wrapped by the well trained fingers on her dominant hand. The blade gleamed in the overpowering light of Satsuki Kiryuin's aura, but somehow it shone even brighter. Mumbles rose from the crowd and every person looked in awe. Their chants of "Scissors?" and "Half a Scissors" echoed out, Satsuki seemed spurned by it.
"Hey, Satsuki Kiryuin what can you tell me about this?" Ryuko shouted the giant Scissor Sword reflecting the sun's ray out in every direction. Satsuki looked down silently for a moment bushy brows arched up." From the way you're looking at this sword I know you know something. Tell me!" she shouted readying to charge forward.
'This isn't good she can't charge up there alone, not with mister wall over there,' Shinko rushed through the crowd pushing people away despite their Star Ranking.
The effort was too late the moment Ryuko took a step forward a red glove struck her across the face. Ryuko smashed and bounced over the ground before perking back up with the red blade implanted into the ground.' Who the hell is that?' he rushed in the way filling the gap between the puncher and the punchee.
"Takaharu Fukuroda, at your service my lady," the boxer bowed humbly looking at the handy work from a single one of his punches. Shinko stood there stunned at how quick Matoi had been put down the strike was one that shook every bone in the teenager's body and even then it was not even the brunt of what the girl had just endured." With your permission I'd like to get rid of this nobody," Takaharu rolled his neck." And her bold friend," he continued noting that Shinko had intentionally filled the gap.
"Look, I know this school is loose on the rules judging by the human wind chime, but punching a chick in the face with boxing gloves on?" the black haired transfer student shouted angrily, his honor code showing strong. Fukuroda stepped forward, Shinko though stood his ground readying for the worst the fighter could actually do to him. Ryuko stumbled over and pushed aside Shinko, Scissor Sword raised overhead." What are you doing Matoi he'll kill you," he grunted closely to the girl knowing she could get carried away.
"Get out of the way Kurosaki this is my fight. I don't need a babysitter," Ryuko responded to his words angrily. She then tapped the sword against the side of her now swollen face as if to say throw another. Quickly such an act of defiance would prove stupid as the trained fighter threw a left hand into the side of her face again tossing Ryuko across the ground with large cracks beginning to form.
"FUN!" a right threw Ryuko high into the air. The teenaged daughter of Isshin Matoi took a downward turn heading towards the ground like a lawn dart. Shinko tried to get in the way but it was too late the line had already been drawn through the air." SAI!" a harsh left raced out and threw Ryuko across the courtyard towards the entrance where the Scissor Sword twisted away and fell next to her.
"Get the sword Fukuroda," Gamagori, the giant, spoke after being silent for the majority of the assault. Ira had directly gotten the order from Satsuki, who seemed amused at the two new students trying to mess with the previously established order.
"Like hell he will!" Ryuko grabbed the sword and darted towards a delivery motorcycle disappearing into a veil of smoke and fog. She clearly was on it as he bloody wounds left a wicked trail as she raced off.
"You!" Fukuroda turned towards the other student knowing that somehow it was the teenager's fault for Ryuko getting away.
"Hey, don't take the chick's sword she's been holding onto that for a while," Shinko remarked realizing how out of his league the opponent was. Yet, be it Satsuki Kiryuin presence or the sight of Matoi rushing away in a fit of tears and blood, he was ready to fight.
Externally, the last Kurosaki was fine not a single sign of distress or discomfort, but internally was a majorly different story.' Come on I'm sure I can handle this punch. It's not like I have much of a choice, I dug my grave the minute I stepped up,' the youth gulped before sighing as the fighter reared back a left hand.
"You little punk!" the last words Shinko heard clearly. A red gloved fist hammered into his face throwing the teenager through the air like a rag doll, this was followed by a battering left jab. As Shinko almost hit the ground a spinning uppercut drove into the teen's abdomen throwing him into the air yet again. The ground crunched when the next strike collided." FUN! SAI!" the most devastating left and right combination struck next throwing Shinko through the left wall of the academic building and into the main hallway blood flowing from his face and pooling on the ground.
A light raced through the assortment of clothing covering him not that anyone cared he was more than likely dead anyway.
The motorcycle tore through the country side at breakneck speed its barely conscious driver flinching with every groove of the road. Tires continued to squeal as she went forward bloody and crying like a wimp. The red blade was hooked next to her jabbed through the leather seat just to keep pace and stained with her own blood. Warm tears streaked down Ryuko's face as the haven-like sight filled her vision a last resort for her to rest in.
The house sat stationary on the hill and from a distance the building seemed like that of one in luxury. Once the motorcyclist came closer the building could be seen in its truest state, a burnt out mansion that had been broken apart rather recently as it still smelled like smoke and fire stopper. It may not have been one Ryuko knew well but the address on it had her name present as it read "Isshin and Ryuko Matoi" written on it in kanji.
Ryuko stumbled forward the blood now drying along the wounds on her arms. Isshin's daughter strolled out into the center of what had been a living room where this entire mess of a quest started. There in the wall was the hole where Doctor Matoi lay impaled by his own creation only to die after his daughter escaped to chase the attacker.
'Dad, I'm sorry I-I failed,' a glimmer passed by the left side of her face striking the back wall. The floor rattled the ground opening up as if a hidden switch had been hit. A panic rushed across her face as the frame about her dropped to the hidden dungeon.
"Ryuko I led you down there you have to find the secret yourself," Aikuro walked away adjusting his glasses before turning away.
That Dusty Basement...
"Ow! crappy floor!" she whined realizing that the floor she had been standing on had fallen and was now several feet above her head. A warm trickle raced down Ryuko's left arm staining through the massive pile of debris and scrap cloth as she tried to get up." Must have opened up one of those wounds from earlier," tears streaked down Ryuko's face as she stumbled over through the old lab. Behind her the pile moved or so it seemed to.
"When did you have to time to build all of this dad?" no one was there to talk to but Ryuko did not care it was relieving just to be alone away from the embarrassment at Honnoji Academy. A twitch caught the corner of her eye but nothing was there when the teen heartened up to turn around the pile was perfectly still.' This place is really creepy I don't know why you'd even make a place like this,' she continued to stroll some scraps of cloth being displaced by her walking cycle.
"More." The word echoed eerily over the expanse of the sub-level a chill quickly seizing Ryuko as it echoed out louder now." More." There it was again a lone craving voice screeching out in the silence yet she was the only living thing there that she knew off. Another step and another echo of the word 'more' before the sound of scrap cloth being blown away.
With a crushing sound Ryuko found herself thrown into one of the heavily fortified walls a strange apparition attacking her. Struggling she could make out red trimming around the chest portion of what appeared to be a school sailor uniform but other than that nothing.
"Come on don't be afraid put me on!" it stared deeply at her, its one yellow 'eye' glowing with desperation and hunger. It groped at her chest and tore away the shirt and skirt leaving the teenager to stand there in her underwear.
"A sailor uniform what kind of perv made you?" Ryuko struggled as it continued to grope and feel along the contours of her frame searching for a way onto its new host.
"Come on I need your blood! I don't want to go back to sleep put me on!" smoke began to expel from the uniform filling the room as the captive teenager bit and clawed at the garment of course not finding any means of escape." I promise I won't hurt you put me on!" it moved across the young woman's torso sleeves functioning like arms trying to ensnare the source of life granting blood.
"Get off!" she shouted pushing it back. She threw it into a cloth pile and then it charged again. She threw another punch it was too late somehow in the struggle the uniform had slipped over both arms and her torso a glow lighting up the steamy room. Ryuko screamed for help but nothing came as the loose pieces of fabric were sent swirling away in tornado of released energy.
Later(Honnoji Academy)...
"Transfer Student we have your best friend!" Takaharu shouted over the Public Address system its words resonating through the large city. Behind the head of the Boxing Club chair sat a crucifix with Mako strapped to it struggling to keep her shirt and skirt from moving too much to reveal rather intimate parts of her attire.
"Fukuroda, sir, are you sure this is the best course of action?" a fellow student asked as the champion tiered warrior smiled.
"I dunno but aside from the the other Transfer Student this Makanshoku girl is the only other person Matoi talked with. Its a long shot but one we have to take it or else Gamagori'll have my head," the Two Star assured as the crowd parted for a kid with messy brown hair and a black t-shirt.
"Hey you punks let my sister go!" Mataro Makanshoku, the youngest member of the rather eccentric clan walked upon the stage untouched by the rest, size alone serving as the only beneficiary. Takaharu stormed over with a broadened face staring at the little ten year old with curious eyes and a cocky grin.
"How about now shrimp ball? Speaking of which: bring in the oil!" the Boxing Club head roared and out from the hall came a vat of grease boiling so much that it could easily have fried Mako and well anything else near her." We're going to fry your friend, Transfer Student, to a crisp golden brown?!" the words were hurried yet stern showing that the boxer was in a hurry.
"Oil? Oh no my clothes'll be see through if they get all oily and everyone could see my underwear I'm not even wearing my sexiest pair today!" Mako forever an optimist complained thrashing about against the x-shaped structure that was until it was cleaved in half and she suddenly fell to the ground next to the boiling vat with a thud." Who did that? Oh you really?" she was glaring at a figure cloaked in a hood made of brown fabric an obvious blush lighting the face within.
"Mataro get your sister out of here," the voice ordered it was feminine and determined not unlike another voice from only hours prior. The head of the Boxing Club smirked at the sight realizing just who it was underneath the cloak." You won't be laughing when I wipe that smug ass smirk off of your face," the tone hardened even more as the boxer grinned once more.
"What makes you so different now?" a light kick threw the vat of oil his way a right handed punch shattered the tank sending the oil out upon other students who panicked as their skin was covered in a nice golden brown crisp before flinging themselves away. Fukuroda laughed the char on his glove fading out as it was reared back to strike the recent arrival." Oil? Kicking oil that was this big scary thing you had planned. I am wearing a Two Star Athletic Boxing Augmentation Spec!" large symbols appeared behind him more or less spelling out what had been said.
The area around him spiked up four post erecting in fashion similar to a boxing ring. Chains reached from post to post until each post had three sets of chain that held them in place. The two stood alone within the ring the crowd around them whipping into a frenzy.
Looking at Takaharu's uniform, the suit itself was designed to dominate any competition, be it inter-region or even inter-country and it showed. The robe was marked with golden trim around the fringes and the rest sat white which contrasted beautifully with it. The shorts were held up with a championship look-alike belt with Two Stars on it, each twisting with little red threads that ran along the inside. The gloves were the key the one on the teen's right hand dwarfed that on the left and that was to intimidate with image alone, even though the punch strength was ludicrous. The guard along his head seemed counteractive to the gray skin and buzz cut but the red fibers inside of the two stars were what made it interesting.
"Thinking your so tough to stand up to this!" the gloves began to glow with energy but the boxer was not charging to fire it like an energy attack, no that would not carry any significance to him anyway." ONE HUNDRED FUNSAI STRIKE!" the blow fired forward literally one hundred gloves spawning from that single right handed attempt.
They swirled like a whirlpool around the cloaked Transfer Student but nothing happened at all.
"W-where am I?" Shinko sat up body aching all over from the earlier combat. Blood was no longer running from the large welt along the left side of his face and the many scrapes along him. He was viewing the arena below from the third story of the building it most definitely was not the same place Fukuroda had tossed him like a ball.
'You are safe,' a voice echoed from seemingly no where but it seemed that only he could hear it.
"Who said that?" the confused teenager asked looking for a person talking to him but no one was even paying attention to him.
'I am the clothes you are wearing now or more specifically you are the person I am worn by,' the voice though smooth was also gruff and hinted with a slight confusion.
"My clothes are talking to me...what the hell?" the heir to Atticus Kurosaki asked looking down at the garment he was wearing.
His blue eyes widened the sight was ludicrous, skin-tight spandex-like scarlet fabric was more or less replacing the clothing he had been wearing only a few short hours ago. Black patches reached down either side of the uniform and stopped around the midsection of his frame. Two eyes, glowing green in hue, were present along the middle of the teenager's chest. Along both arms were bicep long black fingerless gloves leaving either shoulder exposed. A sheath was present across his lower back a green handled blade tilted with in it.
"What are you?" he gasped staring down at the two green spheres that were present on the center of his chest.
'I am a Kamui. I was created to aid Atticus Kurosaki to fight the REVOCs Corporation but it appears you, his son, were the one to awaken me,' the Kamui sighed staring out at the wave of gloves heading towards Ryuko.
"Well what's your name Kamui? I don't think the name God Robe fits a spandex jumpsuit," Shinko was confused and well saying it to a piece of clothing that could apparently talk made him even more so. There was a hesitation on the Kamui's part, eyes widening not knowing its name." Well what is it?" Atticus' son flinched realizing the discomfort the article of clothing was going through. A second's pause came between the two.
'I-I do not have a name,' the clothing said with a grimace. Concern was on the wearing of the Kamui's face but it could not come across to the clothing that was stunned.
"You were made for fighting REVOCs right so let's go with Sentoki or Sentokitsu?" Shinko smiled as the waves of gloves began to pelt against Ryuko's cloaked frame.
'That would be interesting,' the now christened Sentokitsu spoke gruffly. The duo stared down as Fukuroda charged right fist drawn back.
"Bam! This is what the real power of my Two Star Goku Uniform is!" the right glove exploded out spikes extending out from the enlarged right glove. Its weight must have been massive as the teen's right arm was braced and covered in veins to keep the muscles supplied." I never get to use this is a match because of the fact no one would fight me but you I'll take the sword and give it Satsuki with your head!" the glove began to turn like a drill." Tekken Corkscrew!" it was thrown forward.
The air split with a loud 'phoonm!' as the glove drilled forward striking litterally through Ryuko grinding a hole through the cloak. The brown fabric shredded but the teenager was no longer inside no she phased out of it long again she appeared behind the boxer. In fact Ryuko was no wearing much of anything the cloak provided more coverage than what she was wearing.
A bluish-black top with a single glaring red shoulder portion reached down to the middle of her breast a strap attachment expertly covering a more sensitive part of them. Long sleeves the same color of the 'top' reached from it to a pair of blue gloves that were highlighted by red lines. Ryuko's abdomen was revealed its tone not much different than an average teenaged girl. Skimpily a skirt reached out barely enough to cover the thong-like structure that covered her intimate areas. Two long thigh high boots were locked into black highlighted straps similarly to that of the sleeves and the eye of the uniform.
"Wow hold up? That uniform are you trying to distract me with its sexiness?" Takaharu looked genuinely surprised making Ryuko's blush grow even more.
"What the hell! No! I didn't want it to be like this," Ryuko drew the Scissor Sword as Takaharu began to move the belt along his uniform's waist. A tick of disgust lit the left eye of the girl as the belt began to shuffle down some the pants dropping with it." What are you doing? That's gross," the red blade glistened pointing towards the boxer.
"Hey if you get to fight naked so do I!" Fukuroda tried to rationalize such disgraceful behavior.
"Screw this!" Ryuko fired off tearing the ring with her movement. The sword gleamed as its hilt wrapped around her knuckles." A right uppercut!" Takaharu was tossed into the air as Ryuko spun around in a pivot another push up from the ground going on." Followed by a left jab!" the next strike threw the boxer down to the canvas where he bounced twice. Landing Ryuko ran across the mat sword shimmering in the dazzling movement." Next a corkscrew! That is actually an uppercut!" the sword's end sliced up leaving a red trace through the center of Fukuroda's attire.
"Ah!" the tear began to expanded as the Boxing Club Chair slammed face first into the mat. Ryuko turned holding the sword firmly in her left hand.
'Finish this,' the Kamui she was wearing instructed as the Scissor Blade began to glow.
"Right Senketsu!" a star traced down the entirety of the weapon a glow radiating from the handle. Ryuko's red blade broke apart the length increasing twice that of the original weapon, the handle clicked up to a two handed variant that she gripped tightly." Scissor Sword: Decapitation Mode!" a purple-red fire flared from the vent-like structure along Senketsu's back throwing her forward at incredible speed." Finishing Move: Sen-i-Soshitsu!" the sword was flung upward tearing the downed fighter from the ground in an explosion of light and nudity.
FIBER LOST
The thread of the Goku Uniform trailed down into her uniform with a flare and release of steam leaving it.
'We have to get out of here Ryuko. You're running low on blood,' Senketsu instructed and Ryuko agreed bolting away towards where Mataro had taken Mako.
"Thanks for the tip," she dashed feeling a little light headed the Kamui took a lot of energy out of her.
"Why am I getting light headed?" Shinko asked now leaning against the third story window as Ryuko dashed away.
'I have been drawing from your blood supply to fuel myself. You'll pass out again and here you will be left in the open for someone else to find you,' Sentokitsu explained with a grim tone.
"Damn any fast ways out of here? There had to be a reason for dragging me up here," Kurosaki grunted the ringing in his head continuing.
'There is only one,' the newly christened Sentokitsu replied. The uniform began to to come to life again glowing and suddenly taking off with enough force to shatter the ground.
"What are you doing and why can't I stop you?" Shinko shouted as they were dragged through the hall.
'I am taking you to safety. You are too lightheaded to do it alone,' the Kamui answered charging through the far wall. He rushed away a glimpse from the queen of Honnoji just catching their movement.
"Are we following Matoi?!" Shinko noted as the Kamui wearing girl leaned against a post on the transit rail.
'Yes,' they came crumpling next to her as the cart rose up to the stop.
"What the hell Kurosaki what are you wearing?" Ryuko pointed out seeing him in a skintight uniform was a shock.
'It looks like a Kamui,' Senketsu added though only she could here it.' I must say though he does have a certain athleticism that can't be attributed to his clothes.'
"That same could be said for you. Didn't know you were into that type of stuff," Shinko's tone changed when he realized what exactly she was wearing or the lack of it.
'Don't get too enamored you need the rest of your blood supply to stay in your head,' Sentokitsu laughed slightly.
"Oh shut up!" the two said together stumbling into the sky cab before collapsing unconsciously as Mako and Mataro boarded.
"Did you get any of that?" Mataro asked his elder sister who took a safe seat down.
"Nope," she said in the typical bubbly manner.
There is chapter two, this more or less finishes the first episode of Kill la Kill and then a little gag bit at the end. I really hope that the presentation was actually consistent with the episode as spoken above. Don't worry Shinko will fight in fact for the first time next chapter but as I said this'll follow Kill la Kill's timeline and only a minor club chair will be fighting so it does not detract from Ryuko's build up with Senketsu.
Thanks for reading,
~Herodan