Chapter 1: The Boy With Vengeance
"Almost got it," said a small boy. He carefully placed the last Popsicle stick on his project. "Phew. There, all done." Before the boy's eyes stood a little representation of the village he lived in, composed out of sticks. Sure, it wasn't the best but it looked just exactly like it, the houses, the park, the school, the hall...all the way to the bridge. The bridge led to the city that his mom worked in.
He beamed at the thought of his mother's face when she would come home from work, surprised by the boy's art craft. She would hug him and thank him, rewarding him with a dessert for dinner. Partly, that was the reason why the boy did these art crafts for his mother but he also did it to see her smile. When she smiled, the boy felt safe and proud. Also, she had done so much for him.
His mother was the only guardian to provide for him. His father...was a diffe
"So, you're the new kid," the teacher said. He wore glasses, had blue hair and had on a white button down shirt with black slacks. He seemed pretty moody and bored.
"Yes," (y/n) said, nodding. "My name is (y/n) (l/n). I'm...umm...here as a transfer. I have a family here."
The teacher nodded. "I see. And will you be here for graduation?"
"Of course," (y/n) said. "I'm planning to complete here anyway. You won't find me dropping out or any of that thing. I mean, why would I drop out of a perfect school like this one?"
"You should of," the teacher said. "Believe me, kid. If I were you, I would turn back now and never look back. It's the only way for you to get a life."
(Y/n) frowned. Goodness, everyone was saying bad stuff about this school. For it being a very high class school, it was marked down by a lot of people. Then again, it could of been the no stars. The one stars and above got higher admission. They
After the brutal disagreement, (y/n) wasn't so sure if he wanted to go back. Instead, he stayed beside the bathroom, glaring at any kid who happened to push pass him into the restroom.
He wasn't being a dick. He was simply just frustrated still over that bitch. Who was she anyway?
He slowly paced around inside the bathroom, wondering what he should do. "Well, I can't stay here long," he said. "Maybe I should go back...and apologize...that really was unnecessary. I mean...it's not like we're suppose to be enemies, right? She doesn't know what I've been through...nobody does....Great, what a fucking moron I am." He slapped his face.
He titled his head a bit. "I really got to get it together...what's really wrong with me?" He shook his head and began to rub it. "Maybe I'm just pmsing...even though I'm not a girl..." He sighed. "I didn't transfer over to this school for nothing. It's looks like I'm already mak
The dream swirled around in his mind again. He felt the same shock of a sword diving into his chest from the back. He collapsed onto his knees and gasped as it left his body. Then he felt himself scatter around again, as if some virus spread in a computer and started to swipe the bits around.
This pain is unbearable, he thought. The sow came again.
It took a hold of his standing corpse and with the needle, sewed into his flesh. The pieces of his skin glued back to his flesh.
Oh gawd, this is tortute, he thought. He wanted to spasm out of this but he couldn't. He attempted to wave his arms around. Someone took a hold and held them back.
Please let me go! he cried. Let me go! He tried to shake it off but the pull on his arms snapped them back harder. It was another struggle of ripping and sowing him.
He banged his head against the concrete. Let me go! Let me go! He felt mumbles escape his lips, shivering at
By the end of the day, (y/n) learned more about Honnouji Academy and especially about Lady Satsuki. He learned about Ryuko's mission: to find the murderer of her father. Along the way, she had seen the true horrors of the school, how Satsuki dominated it like a dictator, Goku uniforms, Stars...everything.
"Sorry about your father," (y/n) said.
His head began to even have more questions though. What were life fibers? Were they made out of something to power the Goku uniforms? Why did her father made Senketsu? Was Satsuki just pulling on her strings?
"I don't know what she's planning, but she's pissing me off," Ryuko said. "Every time we face one another, it's either I pass out with blood or Mako's saving me, or something. I just want to know if she did it. It's an obvious yes or no question!"
"And the reason why," Nurto said. "I mean, there has to be a reason. Was she after something? What? Wh
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You sometimes wondered whether joining Ryuko on her quest to find your father's killer was the best idea. Yes, you were her sister. Though, you weren't surely twins, you two shared a close friendship and the one thin
By the next day, the students relaxed. It had been a pain in the butt for them to cross through all of hell coming at them. "I'm so tired," Mako said, already falling into a deep sleep.
(Y/n) smiled and also laid down his head. His head was full of nothing but headaches and his muscles ached a bit. As much as he trained, he hoped for nothing but at least his legs being sore from perhaps dodging and running a lot. Nope, his whole body roared with pain. Then again, what could he expect from a crazy school with a course of death traps everywhere? He expected a giant meteor to fall down now and hit a classroom. Seriously.
"You ok?" he asked Ryuko. Ryuko nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "How about you?"
"I'm holding up a bit," he said. "Umm...thanks for..."
"I told you, it's no problem," Ryuko said, kicking up her feet on the table. "If anything, at least the paybac
NOTE: If you want to see how the blades looked, look into the description as to what they "possibly" might look like. This is just my interpretation for them in case any of you have a hard time picturing one. They can be any form you'll like and also any color so feel free to interpret them or use the one I came up with...
Kill la Kill (c) Trigger
All characters not associated with Kill la Kill (c) me
You (c) yourself
Chapter 8: Training Is Harder Than You Thought
(Y/n) stared down at the swords. The swords reflect