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CHAPTER 1: The "Usual" School Life

It was a typical morning in a boring classroom of students and one teacher. On a sluggish Monday, the teacher lectured on World History. The teacher was a man in his early thirties with messy blue hair that made him look like a rockstar. As someone who is a teacher, he was doing the laziest job in teaching the whole classroom. Usually, a teacher would be up straight and not have him slouching back. His eyes are hidden behind the large reflective glasses he always wears, even inside the classroom where the sun is barely up.

"So, in 1933, the National Socialist German Workers Party, aka the Nazis, came to power," he lectured while writing on the chalkboard. "Adolf Hitler was appointed Chancellor, and soon after that, the democracy of post-war Germany became a fascist regime." While he was lecturing about the aftermath of World War 1, some of the students were slacking off. One had action figures behind an opened book. One girl was sleeping with a large bubble forming from her nose, snoring loudly in class though the teacher didn't care much.

BONK!

The metal door suddenly bulged hard. The teacher and the students flinched in fright when an unknown force strong enough caused the iron metal door to bump. The hinges were pushed out slightly on the submarine iron metal door. They had no idea what caused a big bump in the door. Whatever it was, the metal wheel rotated counterclockwise slowly to prowl itself open. As soon as the metal steer stopped, the next thing came unexpectedly.

A massive foot with metal clinks kicked the metal door twice, sending the door flying across the classroom and hitting the windows. The metal door ricochets back at the student body. They were shocked that the door was coming back to them. Those in the front row seats or three weren't so lucky to react as the door crashed against the row.

The teacher: however, was able to casually twist his back to avoid getting hit by the metal door. The students, unfortunately, did not. They were walloped by the door, and bodies skidded across the classroom.

The teacher looks onward to the front door. "Uh…excuse me, but we're in the middle of a lesson here," he said.

Three gleaming stars shine from the darkness of the hallways. Before the teacher knows it, a large, muscular young man with a darker-toned skin complexion and short blonde hair squeezes inside such a small classroom. His eyebrows are noticeably thick, and he wears a pair of small gold earrings on his enlarged earlobes. The man looks so big that he could fit in one classroom due to his gigantic size.

His foot stomps with a thunderous thud. The glare from the young man showers over the puny teacher like he is more massive than him despite being older.

"I'm on official business!" he boomed. The next thing, two columns of male students with well-kempt hair all pile inside the classroom like a military column formation that sandwiches the teacher.

The teacher shrieks in high-pitched noise with fright when he is confronted by the young man. He backs off and bows his head in total terror. "Y-yes, sir!" he squealed.

The student body can't be sure if the young man is gigantic in physical size or if his ego is because he had a high authority over the teacher. He turns around to face the student body in the classroom. He seems to be wearing a white uniform with a black symbol that looks like three stars and metal plate spikes over his shoulders.

"I am the Disciplinary Committee Chair," he introduced himself to the rest of the classroom. "IRA GAMAGŌRI!" he boomed his name like a loud military officer.

[DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE CHAIR]

[IRA GAMAGŌRI]

Ira Gamagōri walks in front of the classroom back and forth like a drill sergeant inspecting his soldiers. His massive hands with silver metal gauntlets are placed behind his back.

"Students of Class 2K," said Gamagōri, walking back and forth like a drill sergeant. "It has come to our attention there is someone among you who intends to bring harm to Honnōji Academy," he informed. "There is no room for excuses! Step forward and accept your punishment at once!"

All the students in the classroom lower their heads with boredom. Despite Gamagōri's dangerous warning, some don't even care about who the culprit is. Only one girl didn't care because she was heavy asleep from all the class lectures.

However, one student, who was sitting next to the sleeping girl, was extremely pale. His name was Suzuki. He was gritting his teeth so hard to keep the nervous feeling inside. His face was purple from the anxiety. The sweat from his forehead was leaking everywhere around his body. He knows they know. His fuzzy hair gets even straighter in fright when Ira Gamagōri finds out.

Quickly, Suzuki rises high from his seat with his book bag and something else in his other hand. He looked into Gamagōri's eyes, whose eyebrows were raised in surprise. The student boy slowly holds his hand to make it look like he is raising it high, but then –

BOOM!

Suzuki throws down a green smoke grenade inside the classroom. The students and Gamagōri didn't have time to react when their face was sprayed with the smokescreen. The explosion was so big that it forced its way out and spread across the long shallow hallways of the school.

Panicked, Suzuki flees from the classroom and runs in the hallways to get to the nearest staircase. He keeps his eyes glancing over his shoulder with the book bag. He runs down the stairs as fast as a roadrunner avoiding the coyote. He comes to the two metal doors at the bottom of the stairs. He was relieved to get away from the madman.

A massive shadow looms over the boy as he opens the two metal doors.

"EEEEHHHHHH!" he shrieked in terror when confronting Ira Gamagōri at the front doors. It was bizarre how a young man such as Ira Gamagōri, on the tenth floor, could get down at ground level to intercept the boy who was about to flee the school grounds.

With iron fury in his eyes, Gamagōri grabs Suzuki by the collars of his uniform and glares hammers down at the terrorized boy. "Did you'd think you could escape me…WITH A TEAR GAS BOMB?!" Gamagōri throws Suzuki across the schoolyard in Honnōji Academy with thunderous strength.

The boy was thrown across the schoolyard five hundred yards away from the main building in a high-pitched squealing scream. He lands on his bottom first, but the momentum of the throw is strong enough to hit his head back before his body rotates to the side and starts rolling on the ground. His head was spinning. Dirt splatters all over his plain uniform blazer.

The boy is in excruciating pain with the book bag in his arms. Ira Gamagōri and a platoon of other disciplined students somehow appear over the boy. With Gamagōri in the front staring down at the boy, the perfectly uniformed students stand behind their Disciplinary Committee Chair.

They wait and see what the boy is up to. He looked down for the count but wouldn't give up so easily. The boy rotates his body over to his stomach with the book bag in his arms. "Damn it!" he grunted.

Unzipping his book bag, Suzuki takes out a mint-condition, folded light gray gakuran uniform with a single large four-pointed star symbol on the center of the jacket, and a smaller white star on its collar.

"Hmph, a One-Star Goku Uniform; looks like I found our thief," said Gamagōri.

[ONE-STAR GOKU UNIFORM]

The threat that Gamagōri was talking about is that someone has stolen a weapon of their own. Gamagōri was inspecting the possibility of a stolen uniform from their wardrobe closet. "What are you waiting for? Try it on!" Gamagōri insisted.

Ironically, Suzuki agrees. In such a spick period, the boy removed his plain gakuran uniform from the jacket to the underpants. He replaced them with the One-Star Goku Uniform. He seems too big for such a tight gown. He was fascinated by how much power a single uniform gave him.

"Amazing!" he exclaimed. "I can feel the power surging through my body! And! My! Soul!" The star at the center of the Goku Uniform sparkles, changing the boy's body from inside to out. He feels like a new person with the Goku Uniform materializing itself to reshape the body into a new and physical one. The overweight fat on his belly has disappeared, and he is now more muscularly thinner. His hair has been washed. "Th-This is it!"

The boy is now ready to challenge Gamagōri with his new Goku Uniform. With his eyes full of determination, the Disciplinary Committee Chair gives a scoffing sound to accept his challenge. Gamagōri pulls out a red whip with multiple spikes from his right-hand gauntlet. Gamagōri swipes his whip at the boy with one swing, but the boy effortlessly dodges it. He steps it up a notch and makes many attempts to whip the boy, but Suzuki is fast enough to avoid even the whip itself.

"M-my body is moving faster than fast with such incredible agility!" Suzuki's voice seems distorted under the Goku Uniform's influence.

"Of course!" Gamagōri agreed. "That's the power of the Goku Uniform!" His whip swings are fast, but the boy is even faster. He seems to have enough and smacks the red whip out of the way to take a strike against Gamagōri with his fist.

"Then, eat this!" Suzuki shouted. And so, he charges at Gamagōri with his fist raised up. He puts it all in his power to strike a blow against the feared Disciplinary Committee Chair Ira Gamagōri. With enough capacity, the boy punches Gamagōri in the gut with all his might. At the same time, the Disciplinary Committee Chair opens his arms wide to welcome it.

SMACK!

The boy did strike Gamagōri in the gut where his six-pack abs were showing; however, something was wrong. Gamagōri didn't falter in pain like the boy. He didn't even make a grunt. He smiled down on the boy who was foolishly brave enough to stand against him. At first, he was confident, but it faltered when his fist felt like he was punching iron steel.

Suzuki is shocked that his punch didn't even dent a muscle on his skin. His face got purple-pale again under the shadow of Gamagōri.

"Too bad," Gamagōri smirked. "Your uniform is a One-Star, but mine's a Three-Star." Suzuki isn't the only one who was wearing a Goku Uniform. Ira Gamagōri also wears a Goku Uniform, but his collar has three silver stars gleaming.

Suzuki is paling from his skin like his blood is being sucked out of his body from Gamagōri 's sheer will. "Sorry, but attacks…can't do a thing to me!" The boy felt puny against the massive ego of Ira Gamagōri. All the effort and work he had to go through to get the Goku Uniform is shattered when Gamagōri finds out about his thievery.

"STOP!" A loud girl's voice shrieked overhead. Gamagōri and Suzuki heard someone screaming over their ears. Gamagōri turned his head over behind the column of the One-Star students, but there was no one there. When he turned back to the front, he was confronted by a small girl bowing down on the ground before him. "Please, Disciplinary Committee Chair, Ira Gamagōri-senpai, I beseech you!" she begged. "Don't do this! Not again!"

Gamagōri raises one eyebrow in surprise when someone else conspires to steal a Goku Uniform, but he didn't think she would reveal herself. The person confronting him is a fourteen-year-old girl with medium-length, charcoal, short black hair held by two white bobby pins barely touching the ground and light pale skin. She wore a white short-sleeve shirt with a blue neckerchief and a blue mini skirt, but she had long black leggings underneath that went with her gray shoes.

"Explain yourself, Little Miss Akane!" Gamagōri boomed, questioning the girl before him.

The girl keeps her head down for Gamagōri as she comes to give words to defend Suzuki. "Please forgive me, Disciplinary Committee Chair, Suzuki didn't steal the One-Star Goku Uniform: I did!" Akane confessed.

Gamagōri didn't think any of the students at Honnōji Academy would be brave enough to give a confession. The girl is courageous enough of her to protect even nobody that she doesn't know.

"Suzuki asked me to give him at least a One-Star because he needed his family to rank up in a better life to avoid the slums," she explained. Her confession is heart-wrenching that her forehead was touching the dirt on the ground. "You've already sent Furio to the hospital for the crimes of stealing the blueprints to the Two-Star Goku Uniform last week when in fact, I was the one who should be punished because I forgot to shut down the computer after school." Akane lifts her head to show her grayish color eyes close to blackness, ready to leak tears. "He still needed ten more surgeries because your brute force crushed his bones."

Gamagōri's eyes never wavered by the slightest from Akane's confession. She is pleading with him to not take another life like last week. Gamagōri didn't forget what happened last week.

Akane was using the computer for the project at her second-period class after school until 4:30 to get something done. When she left, she didn't turn off the computer all the way and the boy who was somewhat of a spy, who got acquainted with Akane to use the computer, was found with a flash drive that had the stolen Goku Uniform blueprints that are going to be sold in the black market. He remembers exactly how he did it, displayed in front of the entire school.

"I take full responsibility for my actions, but please, Gamagōri-senpai, spare Suzuki! He's only just a kid!" she pleaded.

The Disciplinary Committee Chair seems convinced of Akane's plea. His stern gaze stones down to the small little girl who openly declares herself to be the thief of the Goku Uniform. His eyes closed to process the information that Akane told him. "So, it was you who stole the One-Star Goku Uniform, isn't that right, Little Miss Akane?" he questioned.

Akane nodded. "Yes, Gamagōri-senpai," she said. She keeps her head bowed out of respect for the Disciplinary Committee Chair.

"My orders stand clear; I am not allowed to bring harm to you for your disciplinary actions as per her request," Gamagōri divulged.

Akane lifts her head in surprise. Her words manage to convince him somehow. She was sure that Gamagōri had changed his mind. "Gamagōri -senpai…" she uttered.

"But!" The way Gamagōri spoke in a high-speed loud voice meant trouble. Akane's eyes starts to have a horrifying look on her face. "Even if I can't punish you for your mistakes, that doesn't mean I can punish…." When he opens his eyes, it burns Akane's with a fiery blaze roaring inside of him. "HIM FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"Gamagōri's eyes glow with fire, looking directly at Suzuki from a distance, who tried to escape unnoticed by either of them. Suzuki flinches from hearing his name being called by Gamagōri. And with that, Gamagōri's second gauntlet sprouts out another spiky red whip from his left arm.

Neither Suzuki nor Akane had time to react when Gamagōri wraps Suzuki with two of the whips and then brings his arms up before throwing them down, causing Suzuki to slam his face to the ground. He props Suzuki up and starts assaulting him from all sides with the seemingly endless barrage of his whips. Gamagōri was faster than Suzuki in his Three-Star Goku Uniform. Already, the boy was taking a pummel against the sheer volley of the whip attacks. He was hit everywhere, from the face to the fingers to even the inseam of the pants. Suzuki can't fight back. He is defenseless to withstand the might of Gamagōri. Even though Akane was right before Gamagōri, he was careful enough to easily avoid hitting her with his whips.

Akane only watches helplessly as Suzuki gets beat up by Gamagōri's endless whip attacks. The horror look made Akane fear the merciless Gamagōri and his sheer iron will. He brought his gauntlets up to raise his whips before smashing them down on Suzuki, crushing his face into the dirt to form a large crater.

Akane covers her head to avoid getting hit by the debris. The dirt splashed on her hair. She closes her eyes and blocks out her ears to cancel out the screaming pain of Suzuki at the hands of the Disciplinary Committee Chair.

Gamagōri had one of his whips wrapping around Suzuki and started to fling him across the schoolyard around the massive sixty-foot stone walls.

"So, you're the one who stole the Goku Uniform?!" he exclaimed, slamming Suzuki at the west wall. "What was he planning on doing–" Gamagōri slams Suzuki against the north stone wall, "–with it!?" Gamagōri questions Akane about what would happen if Suzuki ran off with the Goku Uniform despite her defending case. "Maybe he's a spy working for that Kobe–" he bangs Suzuki against the south stone wall, "–trash!"

Akane couldn't follow her gaze at Suzuki as he was hurled around the stone wall and the schoolyard ground from left to right. Suzuki is being smashed against the north and south walls, followed by the east and the west wall. She was sure that this was the same thing that had happened to Furio a week ago. With Suzuki being smashed at everything around her, there was nothing that she could not do.

Gamagōri was relentless in smashing him everywhere. "The power of the uniform is wasted on his kind!" Gamagōri bellowed. "THEREFORE, HE'S NOT FIT TO WEAR IT!"The young man pulls the whip back over, and with such brute force, he pulls the whip forward to have it hurl Suzuki across the yard until the boy crashes against the small gap at the school entrance.

Akane's mouth gaped in utter dismay. She can't believe Gamagōri was cruel enough to punish Suzuki even if she did confess to him for her wrongdoings. No matter what words come out of her mouth, Gamagōri is hellbent on punishing even the ones she started to know.

Her head lowers down in disgrace, completely defeated. "But…but why, Gamagōri -senpai?" she questioned, nearly cracking her voice. "What did he do to deserve this?" She refuses to let the tears leak out. She held strong and must be honest with the Disciplinary Committee Chair.

Gamagōri glares down at the girl. "Because you made a mistake, and your mistakes are his or anyone else," he answered before looking over to Suzuki.

From five hundred yards, the damage done by him alone was so brutal that Suzuki would look like he had just got into a car crash. "Remove that Goku Uniform…" Gamagōri paused momentarily before booming, "NOW!" And with that, he pulls the whip back to his gauntlet. Suzuki is being twirled around before he is stripped naked, leaving him a crater on the entrance.

The whip retracts to Gamagōri as he seizes the Goku Uniform intact. Neatly, he pats it three times before passing it on to a One-Star student.

"LISTEN UP! STUDENTS OF HONNŌJI ACADEMY!" Even from the schoolyard, his voice was so loud that you could hear him speak from twenty stories. Twenty stories up, everyone in the Honnōji Academy building was watching everything that happened. They saw the brutality of the Disciplinary Committee Chair. Even though Akane was brave enough to stand up for one of their own, they refused to help because of the school's totalitarian system and Akane's relations.

"Satsuki Kiryūin, your Student Council President, created the laws of this school!" Gamagōri announced. "And as long as I breathe light from my eyes…THOSE LAWS WILL BE UPHELD!"

As Gamagōri finishes explaining, a bright shining light from above rains down over everything. The light was gleaming down from the twenty-story building to the bottle of the schoolyard.

The light was so bright that Gamagōri and Akane covered both their eyes. She cannot see it, but she knows who is on top. On top of the pedestal is a young woman. The young woman is beautiful in every way. Tall and slim, the young woman has an angular face with a relatively thick eyebrows and a large chest bust, maybe up to a borderline between a "C" and a "D." Her long, blue-tinted black hair sways with the winds, being held by diamond-shaped bang pins hanging over her forehead. Her stone-cold, blue eyes stare down at the schoolyard, but most specifically, at Akane.

Akane knows the lady was staring at her, already figuring out what she did, and now expects to get what's coming. Obviously, the atmosphere has changed to the view of the young woman. The high authority of the school, if not the nation, is supreme. It is like what she learned in history class about the world's most ruthless dictators.

Ira Gamagōri bows his head slightly. He crosses his right arm over his chest and lowers his glare to gaze at the young woman with pure loyalty.

"Lady Satsuki," he uttered before Gamagōri boomed his voice to everyone in the school. "ATTENT-HUT!" All the One-Star students cross their right over their chest to give a salute. "YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT!" he announced. "SATSUKI KIRYŪIN! HAAAIIILLL!"

[STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT]

[SATSUKI KIRYŪIN]

Satsuki had a sheathed katana in front of her. She had an outfit that was not of regulation. She wears a long white sleeve jacket with two yellow shoulder ribbons that were donned in a military uniform fashion. Her long white pants with a blue line stretch down to the white heeled boots with blue heels.

Satsuki holds her hands firmly on the hilt of her katana as the light showers brightly above the entire school from the pedestal. With one stomp and a loud echoing click from her heels, she stands firmly at the tallest building in the school.

"Fear is freedom! Subjugation is liberation! Contradiction is truth! Those are the facts of this world! And you will all surrender to them, you pigs in human clothing!" Satsuki pronounced with a smooth yet authoritarian voice across the campus. The words of Satsuki strike into the heart of students and staff alike. She is fiercer than even Gamagōri himself.

Akane lets her head bow because the young woman standing on the pedestal is the dictator of the school. There were no words to protest Satsuki. She knows of her place here at Honnōji Academy. Satsuki's rule is absolute. Her words are law. Her will is their will. Anybody who defies her shall suffer the consequences far worse than Suzuki's.

Then, a long red staircase slid down from the highest point on the pedestal. Gamagōri notices that the staircase leads all the way up from the pedestal. His loyalty to the Student Council president made him kneel one leg and bows his head as he waited for Satsuki to come down.

Akane stands up and brims away the tears from her eyes. Satsuki Kiryūin approaches her from the pedestal and down to the ground. It's quite amazing how a young woman standing on top of a pedestal tower 300 feet high to appeared on the ground. She continued to walk until her face was barely an inch from Akane's.

"Lady Satsuki…" Gamagōri reported. "Little Miss Akane has confessed; she is the culprit who stole the One-Star Goku Uniform."

The height differences between the two of them are significant. Satsuki is taller than Akane. The top of Akane's head reaches up below Satsuki's chin, and her eyes are only at her chest level. Her soft hazel eyes waver from Satsuki's blue ones, which show an icy, hard look. The amount of force from a single gaze into Satsuki's eyes can make anyone quiver in fear. The way Satsuki is showing the scowling face means that Akane is in deep trouble. She averts her gaze from Satsuki and looks halfway to the ground, apprehensively holding her left arm with her right hand.

Satsuki shifted her footing once to take a long look at her. "So, it was you?" Satsuki spoke to Akane calmly.

Akane nodded regrettably. "I'm…I'm sorry," she apologized. Akane had a grimace on her face. "I didn't know that he was a spy." Her words are speaking out very hard to keep her own voice. She couldn't even look at Satsuki with the guilt running in her veins. She is always being confronted by Satsuki all the time, and nobody is there to help her.

Satsuki stared down hard at Akane. It is not the height that makes her tower over her; it is her willingness to do whatever is necessary to control and dominate the entire student body. Her soul is as hard as iron. The weak look on Akane's face makes her irk with disgust.

"Your kindness means nothing here," Satsuki rebuked. "You should know that by now."

Akane gulps deeply, ready to get what's coming to her. She would expect a slap to her face for her insubordination, maybe a whip from Gamagōri himself. A punishment that could be just as cruel as the one Suzuki suffered. Even the simplest mistake would get her bad.

Surprisingly, Satsuki closes her eyes and turns around, facing her back against Akane. "I warned you what will happen if you disobey me again, Akane," she said. "Pack your things; you're moving to the slums."

Akane gasped, shocked at what Satsuki was doing to her. Instead of taking physical punishment, she ends up getting kicked out of her own home by Satsuki herself. She looks up at Satsuki in shock. She opens her mouth to ask why, but Satsuki expects her to talk back. Akane ends up closing her mouth and gazing down at the ground again. She knows that talking back to Satsuki would not be right. After all, this is her punishment. She must learn to bear with it, especially under Satsuki's rule.

"I have arranged a place where you will stay," Satsuki informed. "It has everything you'll need." She glances over her shoulder to give a look of disapproval to Akane. "But should anything like this ever happen again…" Her warning makes Akane shiver down her spine with a sharp cold knife. "Then I swear it, on my grave, I will have no choice but to make you have repentance."

Akane's face twisted to a hurtful look. The consequences she has seen for those who defy the president would always be more brutal than the last. She doesn't want to disappoint her, but she will certainly not have a "normal" year in high school.

"Even if you are my little stepsister, do I make myself clear?" Satsuki asked if Akane had her word to never do anything like what happened to Suzuki.

Akane felt like she wanted to cry. All the pain and suffering the students go through under her wraith makes her stomach turn. She wants to protest against Satsuki, but she cannot. Satsuki is the eldest, and Akane listens to her regardless of how much cruelty she inflicts.

Obediently, her response was low but ominously quiet. "Yes…big sister."

"Good," Satsuki replied. With everything all set and done, Satsuki starts to walk back to the school's main building. "You should head back to class, Akane," she informed. "First period is almost over."

Akane's head gaze down at the ground. "Yes, sister…" she replied.

With Satsuki away, it was just Akane and Ira Gamagōri alone in the schoolyard. The Disciplinary Committee Chair rose back up. He glares at Akane so hard that her body figure would be very tiny in his presence.

"You may be the stepsibling of Lady Satsuki and be of her little stepsister," said Gamagōri. "But if Lady Satsuki says you need to take the consequences of your actions, then I will not hesitate to do so, Little Miss Akane Kiryūin from Class 1-A!" Gamagōri's warning did not frighten Akane. She obeyed him because of Satsuki and his higher rank in the school. She hates being addressed to her full name and lineage relations to the president.

Akane continued to clench her hands on her arm very hard, feeling sick to her stomach that the school she joined was not what she expected.

[FIRST YEAR: CLASS 1A]

[AKANE KIRYŪIN]

In truth, Akane Kiryūin is the only younger stepsister in the Kiryūin family. Satsuki Kiryūin is her older stepsister. The differences between the two of them are vast. While Satsuki has the will of an iron fist in her heart, Akane is the one who is a pacifist in nature. Many people who once knew her understood that violence was never in her nature; yet, they fear her because of her relationship with her sister. Here at Honnōji Academy, Akane will have the hardest time refusing to be assimilated into the violent social order that Satsuki has created.

I've been wanting to write this for a while ever since I first saw Kill La Kill all those years ago, but my writing skills haven't been meeting the expectations, so here's one to another story! If you find the story interesting, then go right on ahead and tell what your thoughts are on this story? We shall see more now that I've started working on this. I just love this craziness in this anime, so here's to one with an awesome idea to tell.

If you like what you've read so far, then don't forget to give a comment down below, and tell me what you think, and see ya next time.