Hey everyone! Welcome to my Kill la Kill fic, Before My Body is Dry!
I recently binge watched Kill la Kill on Netflix, and man oh man was it awesome. I loved it. The characters, the story, everything. So, as these things usually happen, I decided to check out the fanfics for it. And man, are there some good ones on here. I got hooked even more! So, of course I had to try my own hand at a Kill la Kill story.
This story will follow the main plot somewhat closely, through the eyes of an OC I created. There are some pretty awesome OC stories on here, so I thought I'd give it a shot.
So, read, review, and let me know what you think!
I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kill la Kill
A young man stood on top of the hill, his eyes traveling down the dirt road in front of him. On either side of him stood several different types of stores, selling everything from lemons to fish. The people in the market place skittered around like ants, going from store to store with more than they started with.
He got lost in watching the crowd. Even in this godforsaken town, the people were alive, bursting with energy. Even with their backs against the wall, they kept on making a living.
It gave him hope.
Nearly forgetting why he was here, he pulled out his phone to check the time. Six A.M.
She'd be here soon.
And with her, his life would change; for better or for worse. He didn't like to think about it like that, but he had a mission to complete. A promise to keep. And he wasn't a man to back down in the face of uncertainty.
He walked down the hill, zigzagging through crowd of buyers. They paid him no mind, as they had more important things to worry about. Like making sure they could get food on the table.
The teen glanced around the stalls, spotting a ramen noodle stand at the very end of the line.
It was your typical, everyday ramen noodle stand. A banner hang from the roof of it, obscuring the face of any customer that might be sitting on one of the several stools in front of the counter.
But the best part of all? It was empty. Perfect for the young man.
The cashier manning the store was clearly lost in thought. He was cleaning a bowl with a washcloth, oblivious to the new face walking towards his stall.
The sound of stool legs being scrapped on the ground broke the cashier from his thoughts. He looked up from the bowl he was cleaning to the eyes of his new customer.
"Hello, sir," The young man said as he took a seat.
The cashier stopped his work and examined him closely. You could never be too careful in the slums, after all.
He was a young man, no older than eighteen the cashier guessed. He wore a plain white shirt underneath a black zip up hoodie, and a pair of beat up blue jeans. His unkempt brown hair covered his forehead, nearly hiding his green eyes.
The cashier reasoned that he must have still been attending high school based on his age, and from one look at his outfit he could tell he must have been a No Star.
"What can I get ya?" The cashier asked, satisfied that this young man wasn't going to rob him.
"Just some ramen please," The teen said and passed the cashier some money.
The cashier counted the yen in his hand, his eyes widening at the amount.
"Young sir, this is way more than needed for a bowl of ramen."
The boy looked up at him from underneath his hair. He straightened in his seat, looking around to see if anyone was listening in.
"That, sir, is for your discretion," The teen said as he turned back to the cashier. "And a bowl of ramen."
The cashier rose an eyebrow at the pointed look the young man was giving him.
The cashier turned off the lights, then walked around to the front of the store and put up the 'Closed' sign. He walked back to behind the counter and began dipping up a bowl of ramen for the boy.
The young man took out his phone, dialing the only number on his speed dial. He held the phone up to his ear, his eyes drifting down the road that led up to the ramen stand.
"She's here," The boy said flatly.
"...Are you sure?"
He opened his mouth to answer, stopping when he saw a lone figure coming up the dirt road.
It was a young woman, no older than seventeen, with black hair that went down to her neck. He quirked an eyebrow at the red streak in her hair, but paid it no mind. She still had it, apparently.
She wore a black and white jacket, with a white shirt and red neck tie underneath. Her skirt was the same color as her hair, and rather short, only coming down to her thighs. She had what looked like a guitar case strapped over her back, but he really doubted that there was an instrument in there.
She walked with a lazy gait, her hands pushed into her jacket pockets as she strode through the town. Her face, on the other hand, was anything but. Her expression was neutral, but her eyes shone with fiery anger.
"Yep. It's Ryuko Matoi. Black hair, red streak, fiery disposition and all."
"Alright. You know what you have to do."
He slapped the phone shut, keeping his head down as Ryuko passed by.
"Here's your ramen, sir."
"Thanks," He said and stood from his chair, slapping a few more yen on the table. "But I have to go. Why don't you have that?"
The cashier looked like he was going to protest, but the young man had already left.
The teen hurried down the street, keeping a respectable distance away from his mark. It would complicate things if he got discovered this early.
He turned left and sprinted down a small alleyway in-between the beat up buildings. That was one of the thing the boy loved about the slums. If you knew your way around, you could traverse it in a matter of minutes instead of nearly an hour.
He quickened his pace, jumping or ducking over the occasional pipe in his way. He had to make sure he got out ahead of her, otherwise his plan wouldn't work.
Taking a right, and another right, he reemerged on the main street and what he guessed was five minutes in front of Ryuko if she kept walking at the same speed.
He stopped to catch his breath, going over the plan in his head.
"Okay, okay..." The young man mumbled and looked around. He knew this day was coming for a few weeks now, and he already had a decent idea on how to go about this. He just had to find a certain pickpocket...
His eyes traveled a little further up the road, spotting a small boy with an interesting hair cut and a pair of sunglasses resting on the top of his head.
The boy stopped walking and turned around, raising an eyebrow at the older teen.
"Do I know you?" Mataro tilted his head at the teen. He pursed his lips, snapping his fingers as realization washed over his face. "Oh, you're Sis's friend, right? Taka..."
"Takahiro," He finished for him. "Akio Takahiro."
"Yeah," Mataro crossed his arms and looked Akio up and down. "So whatchu want?"
"In a few minutes, a girl with black hair with a red streak through it is going to come walking up those stairs," Akio explained and pointed to the stairwell behind him. "I want you to pickpocket something from her."
Mataro rose an eyebrow "Like what?"
"Anything, it doesn't matter."
"And why would I help you?" Mataro narrowed his eyes.
"Because," Akio began and pulled a magazine from his coat. "I'll give you this."
Mataro's eyes sparkled looking at the fabled cover of a Playboy magazine. It was everything he had hoped it would be, and then some. It was as if all other light on the street lessened out, leaving only the magazine glowing in its heavenly light. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel...
"I-it can't be..." Makaro stammered. He shook his head, snapping out of his stupor. "I admit, you've got me interested. But why wouldn't me and my boys just jump you for it?"
Mataro cackled and stepped forwards cracking his knuckles.
"I don't have time for this," Akio grumbled and pulled out a lighter from his pocket. "If you move another inch I'll burn it."
"Whoa, whoa!" Mataro rose his hands and took a few steps back. "L-let's not get hasty now..."
"Do we have a deal?"
"Yeah, we got a deal."
"Good," Akio said and threw the magazine at him. "Get ready. She'll be here soon."
Akio walked into another alleyway, stopping to turn his head back to Mako's brother one final time.
"There'll be more where that came from if you keep your mouth shut about this. Are we clear?"
Mataro gave a toothy grin, giving Akio a thumbs up.
Akio nodded and entered the alleyway, ducking out of sight of the road.
Taking a running start, he scaled the side of a building, using various ledges and window sills to climb to the top. The roofs always had the best vantage point, as well as the best hiding spots. You'd be surprised at how many people never think to look up.
Akio glanced around, slightly amazed by how high up he actually was. He could nearly see the slums in its entirety. The roofs of hundreds of buildings filled his sight, with the occasional glow from a random neon sign catching his eye.
The slums might have been a dirty, bug-ridden hellhole for a lot of people, but not to Akio.
To him, the slums was one big family. They had more community then the rest of Honnou City put together. And while the people down here may have been shifty, they had more heart in them then any student at Honnouji Academy. Satsuki and her Elite Four couldn't hold a candle to the spirit of these people.
In a way, he admired them. They had a lot of spunk and tenacity. Akio respected that.
Satisfied that he wouldn't be seen up this high, Akio leaned over the roof's gutter to watch the scene down below.
As predicted, it seemed that Ryuko was surrounded by Mataro and his 'boys.' It didn't seem that Ryuko was that fazed, even with the four boys closing in around her.
At Mataro's signal, three of his goons jumped Ryuko, only to be slapped away quicker than Akio could even follow.
The four boys, in apparent awe of Ryuko's skill, got down on their hands and knees and begged for forgiveness.
Akio frowned slightly and looked around. Mako should have been here by now.
Mako was the glue that held his plan together. He needed her to meet Ryuko before class started, so the two could get acquainted with each other. It didn't matter if they had the same homeroom, if one or two things went astray they may not even become friends, and that would simply not do.
The Mankanshoku's, while a little eccentric, were amazingly kind people. Akio had been over to their house a few times for dinner over the past few weeks, and he could just tell from meeting them that were kind-hearted individuals. It would be the perfect place for Ryuko to stay.
Mako, being the nice girl she was, would probably invite Ryuko to stay there by day's end. Maybe not immediately, but it would definitely happen if he played his cards right. Akio had done his research, and he wasn't planning on being wrong.
He turned his attention back to the five below him, right when Ryuko began walking away.
"Damn it," Akio cursed under his breath. He could have sworn that would have worked.
Just when he had thought all hope was lost, a book bag came flying in out of nowhere, smacking Mataro in the back of the head and knocking him to the ground.
Before the poor boy could hope to stand, Mako came flying in, tackling him back to the ground.
Akio exhaled slowly. "Thank you, Mako."
Akio stepped away from the ledge, pulling out his cell phone and hitting the speed dial.
"Yep. It's been taken care of."
"Good. Good. Well done."
"Class will be starting soon. You should probably get going before you're late."
"Will do. Later."
Akio hung up the phone, placing it back in his pocket.
Just to make sure his plan had bore fruits, Akio took one last look over the ledge.
Mako was running off to catch the school tram, leaving Ryuko standing there stupefied. She recovered from her trance and glanced around, then began her trek towards the Academy at her usual pace.
Akio sighed in relief. It all worked out in the end.
Ryuko stopped abruptly, her back stiffening.
Akio barely had time to curse as he dropped to his stomach, avoiding Ryuko's gaze when she turned to look behind her.
That would have been hard to explain if she saw him standing on a roof, staring at her. He most certainly didn't want to be branded as a pervert.
Besides, it would have been rather awkward when she saw him in class later.
Mr. Mikisugi stood at the chalkboard, the chalk in his hands smacking against its surface as he wrote.
"This is Ryuko Matoi, who has transferred into Second Year Class K this year."
Ryuko stood in front of the class, her hands in her pockets as she accepted the curious stares of the entire class.
Akio leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. He glanced to the open seat in-between him and Mako. That had been a nice coincidence.
Mako woke up from her sleep, sitting straight up in her seat and waving enthusiastically at Ryuko.
"Hmm?" Ryuko rose an inquisitive eyebrow, shifting her gaze to Mako.
"Over here! Over here!" Mako practically yelled and pointed to the free desk next to her. "This desk is free!"
Mako continued on her rant about the student that used to sit there, while Ryuko and Mikisugi exchanged a few words.
Akio placed his chin in his hands, drowning out their conversation. He hoped he was appearing aloof. He was a decent enough actor, thankfully.
Akio twisted his chin in his hand, turning to face his new neighbor.
Ryuko stared intently at him, her eyebrows narrowing slightly.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
Akio bit back the urge to flinch. Did she seen him spying on her?
Ryuko didn't look entirely convinced, but Mr. Mikisugi chose that opportunity to continue his lecture on Nazi Germany.
Ryuko twisted in her seat, going back to facing Mako.
Akio exhaled in relief, giving his teacher a mental 'thank you.'
With class over for the day, the students fled the school building like a flock of startled birds.
That's one thing all schools had in common; the students couldn't wait to leave it.
Akio followed Mako and Ryuko out of the school building, keeping his distance. He wasn't entirely sure what to do next, since he already completed the first task he had set out for. He could go back to that ramen stand, and actually eat this time. Or just head back to his apartment.
The crowd of students began to quiet down, their voices dropping to nothing but a whisper.
Akio's eyes narrowed.
The herd of students gathered in the center of the school courtyard, all lowering down in a bow.
Everyone except Ryuko that is. Of course.
Akio cursed under his breath. She'd stick out like a sore thumb among all of the students in their school uniforms. He couldn't have that.
"Get down," Akio hissed in her ear and pushed her head down.
"Wha?" Ryuko eyes widened, narrowing once she saw that the hand was attached to Akio. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Akio's right, Ryuko!" Mako whispered, but it came out as more of a yell. "Bow! Bow!"
Ryuko grumbled and lowered to her knees, but didn't exactly bow.
A giant of a man walked towards them, his Three Star Goku uniform accentuated with sharp spikes on his shoulders and his giant, steel gauntlets.
He towered above his fellow students, his short blonde hair blowing in the wind.
"Is he a big shot?" Ryuko asked, unimpressed.
Akio stayed quiet, content to let Mako answer.
"Yeah! He's a three star!"
"A three star?"
Akio rolled his eyes, drowning out their conversation. He didn't need another explanation on how the Goku uniforms worked. He wasn't exactly pleased that he had to jump in like this either.
He decided to watch Ira Gamagoori walk down the isle of students, his posture straight and proud. Akio couldn't help but think Gamagoori would have made an excellent drill sergeant. The Disciplinary Committee's leader sure had the body for it. And the attitude.
"...That's Lady Satsuki there!"
Akio perked his head up, paying more attention at Mako's mention of the student class president. Slowly, he turned his head towards the stairs that Gamagoori came from, and sure enough, there was Satsuki Kiryuin herself.
Akio glanced beside him to make sure Ryuko was still there, but of course, she wasn't.
He should have seen that one coming.
"So, I hear you're the queen bee in this school," Ryuko began as she slid in front of the path Satsuki was taking. "I have a question for you."
Satsuki remained expressionless, only watching as Ryuko addressed her.
Akio pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stupid, stupid girl..."
"BITCH!" Roared the group of One Stars in front of her. "HOW DARE YOU!"
They all dove towards Ryuko to tackle her to the ground and retain her, but she was quicker.
Using only the case she carried on her back, she smacked them away.
With those fools taken care of, she cracked open the case, pulling out a red sword with a loop at the end of its hilt. She swung it above her head and twirled it around her body elegantly before grasping it and pointing it at Satsuki.
The president's eyes widened slightly at the sight of it.
"A half scissor?"
The crowd murmured in astonishment, all gaping at Ryuko's sword.
"It's a huge scissor!" Mako exclaimed.
"That's right. This is half of a giant pair of scissors," Ryuko confirmed, her eyes still locked on to Satsuki's. "I'm looking for the owner of the other half. And based on the shocked expression on your face, I take it you know where it is. You've seen it, haven't you!?"
Satsuki tilted her head back slightly, her hands resting on the hilt of her sword.
"And if I have?"
Ryuko's eyes widened momentarily before her expression darkened.
"YOU'RE THE WOMAN WITH THE SCISSOR BLADE, AREN'T YOU!"
"Matoi!" Akio cried out, but it was too late. She was already gone.
Ryuko flew up the stairs, her scissor blade cocked back and ready to strike.
Akio flinched. He knew that nasally voice anywhere
A giant, red fist barreled into Ryuko, stopping her in her tracks and sending her back.
The boxing club president punctuated each of his shouts with a brutal punch to Ryuko's body, ending up with her getting thrown into the crowd of students, knocking them out of the way like a bowling ball does the pins.
"Fukuroda," Akio growled. This would definitely make things difficult.
"Boxing Club President Takaharu Fukuroda," The boxing president announced and turned back to Lady Satsuki. "Permit me to finish off this insolent wench!"
Satsuki closed her eyes and nodded. "She is yours."
Akio fidgeted in place, grinding his teeth. Ryuko was really not making this easy for him.
"Stand aside you bastards!"
Ryuko pushed through the crowd of students, charging the boxing club president directly.
Her blade clashed against Fukuroda's boxing glove, resulting in a loud clanging sound.
"W-what?" Ryuko gasped. "That glove is made of iron!?"
Fukuroda smirked and raised his fists. "Don't you even know your uniforms?"
Fukuroda preceded to go into a rant about the strength of his Two Star Goku Uniform, but Akio drowned it out. He had to think of what to do.
With Ryuko the way she was now, there was no way she could win against a Two Star uniform. He could intervene, stopping the fight. But of course, Ryuko would know something was up then, as well as Satsuki. This was a dog-eat-dog world, and if he openly stood up for a transfer student, they would immediately know something was up. He could handle Ryuko being suspicious of him, but Satsuki was another story.
He could let her get pummeled into the ground, but that would mean he would have to fail, and he wasn't exactly planning on doing that. He had promised he would protect Ryuko's life, even at the cost of his own if necessary. If she got flattened here, their plans were ruined.
"I don't really follow you, but if they're made of iron, I guess I don't need to pull my punches."
Akio snapped his head back to the fight, cursing himself for losing attention.
"Pull your punches!? Don't you dare slight me!"
A stream of mini boxing gloves erupted from Fukuroda's glove, smacking into Ryuko and throwing her about violently.
Fukuroda finished his barrage by bolting towards Ryuko, uppercutting her in the waist and sending her flying into the air.
Ryuko flew several feet into the air, then smashed back into the ground, blood gushing from her mouth and arm.
She was done.
Satsuki frowned at the downed form of Ryuko, her brow wrinkling in distaste.
"I thought you might prove slightly amusing. But you're just a fool who doesn't know how to wield that scissor properly. How dull."
Satsuki turned her back on the scene and walked away.
"Not so fast!" Ryuko struggled to a sitting position. "You do know something, don't you?"
Akio saw Fukuroda tense his body, preparing to deliver the finishing blow.
Fukuroda placed his giant gloves on the ground, using them to prop himself up for a brutal drop kick towards Ryuko's face.
"Mind your tongue!"
Akio placed himself in front of Ryuko, grabbing Fukorda's feet and preventing him from connecting with Ryuko.
The crowd stared dumbly at Akio, murmurs of surprise rippling throughout the sea of students. It wasn't everyday that a No Star would stand up against Lady Satsuki and her subordinates.
Akio twisted his arms, sending Fukuroda into a barrel roll and into the ground with a satisfying thud.
Fukuroda picked himself up from the cement, growling menacingly at the No Star.
"What is the meaning of this!?"
"Yes, Takahiro," Satsuki turned back towards them. "Just what is the meaning of this?"
"Lady Satsuki," Akio bowed. "I believe we should give Matoi the benefit of the doubt, and drop this."
"Excuse me?" Fukuroda took a step towards Akio, rubbing the ends of his gloves together. "She insults the Lady's presence by just standing here!"
"Why should we do that, Takahiro?" Satsuki's authoritative voice rang out through the courtyard.
"She's a transfer student, after all. She doesn't even know how this school works, let alone who you are, my Lady. Why, she didn't even knew you existed until five minutes ago. We're Honnouji Academy, the greatest school in the nation. It would sully our appearance if we mercilessly punished a student on her first day here."
"Hey!" Ryuko glared at Akio's back, struggling to her feet. "I don't need you fighting my battles for me, shit-brains."
Akio turned his head towards Ryuko, his eyes boring holes in to her's.
Ryuko growled but didn't say anything more.
"Can it, Takahiro," Fukuroda stepped forwards. "You've made a mistake-"
"You make valid point, Takahiro," Satsuki said. "Fine. But I will be confiscating that scissor blade."
Ryuko stepped forwards shakily, leaning heavily against her scissor blade.
"This is the one thing I will never hand over. Never!"
Ryuko stumbled forwards, striking out with her blade blindly.
Akio reached up, snatching the blade out of the air with the palm of his hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Akio hissed, ignoring his now bleeding hand. "I just gave you another chance, get the hell out of here!"
"Don't you dare tell me what to do," Ryuko growled. "I'll beat the-"
"Do you want to lose that scissor blade of yours?"
Ryuko's eyes softened slightly and she reluctantly shook her head.
"That's what I thought," Akio said and flung the sword back towards her. "Then get the hell out of here."
Ryuko backed away slowly, eventually turning around and running full speed towards the entrance of the Academy.
Akio exhaled in relief, then turned back towards the class president and her lackey.
Satsuki narrowed her eyes at the No Star.
"Why such interest in a transfer student, Takahiro?"
"She's a classmate," Akio replied with as blank of an expression as he could muster. "It'd be rude of me not to help out my fellow classmate, especially one so new."
Satsuki's hard eyes searched his, but Akio remained stoic, not budging an inch.
"Fair enough," Satsuki replied and turned her back to the crowd, walking away.
Akio let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, feeling his whole body unclench.
"This isn't over, No Star," Fukuroda pointed a glove at Akio. "You'll regret getting in my way."
Akio frowned at the boxing president. He really, really, did not like this man.
"Why don't you go follow your mother duck, duckling. Wouldn't want to get lost now, would we?"
Fukoroda growled at Akio and spun around, letting his Goku uniform's cloak billow in the wind.
"Thanks for the save, Akio!"
Mako sprinted out of the crowd, giving Akio several pats on the head like a dog.
"It's my pleasure, Mako," Akio smiled softly and removed the hand from his head.
"Hey! I know!" Mako placed a finger on her chin, her whole face lighting up. "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight! As a thank you!"
"While that does sound like fun, I can't," Akio smiled apologetically. "I have some work I have to do."
"That's okay!" Mako replied bright as ever. "Maybe another time then!"
"Of course," Akio nodded and turned around, walking away from Mako. "Another time."
Once he was a respectable distance away from the crowd of students leaving the school, Akio pulled out his cell phone, hitting the speed dial.
"That was a very, very dumb thing you did Akio," The voice said immediately upon connecting.
"I know. But it was necessary."
"It may have been, but you also just made yourself look incredibly suspicious. They will be watching you now, you know."
"That's my problem, not yours or Matoi's. I'll work it out."
"...Fine," The voice admitted begrudgingly. "I just worry sometimes, that's all."
"I know," Akio smiled. "Thank you, Aikuro. It's nice to know someone is looking out for me in this godforsaken place."
"Yes, well," Aikuro mumbled sheepishly. "What is it you need?"
Akio glanced around, making sure no one was in hearing distance.
"Matoi is heading towards the mansion."
"What? How could you possibly know that?"
"I have a feeling," Akio said. "You heard her talk about that scissor blade. Her father is fresh on her mind."
"Hmmm," Aikuro hummed, giving Akio's words consideration. "Good point. Alright, I'll head out there. Stay safe."
"You too," Akio replied and snapped his phone shut.
He sighed, continuing his walk out of the Academy.
This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
But he had to give it to her. She had spunk.
So there you have it! As you can see, my character will not be a Kamui wearer. And as you can see, he has some orders to keep watch on Ryuko, as she is a valuable asset. But, how well will that work out? We all know our little Ryuko is a wild card. Can he really contain her? I guess we'll see!
Welp, I hope you all liked it! I look forward to writing this, I think it'll be a lot of fun.
Until next time!