31Author's Note
It has almost been two weeks since the last chapter of "Never Losing the Way". But fear not my readers! Here is chapter five in its glory!
Thank you everyone who review, favorite, follow, or just click on this story. It's you people that keep me going and it's nice to know that people enjoy my work, you know? Here is the first big fight in Kill La Kill and "Never Losing the Way" and it's done from our favorite tomboy's POV. I really do hope you guys enjoyed this fight scene. I have to admit this chapter has been pretty challenging to write...but what's life without challenges?
It would be pretty boring right?
Anyways, I do not own Kill La Kill (I do own Iori Katsuki so, no stealing!) and I hope you enjoy this fight chapter!
If you see a * please go down to the bottom Author's Note for explanation.
It has been a week since her bout with the tennis captain, Omiko Hakodate, and Ryūko Matoi was annoyed and happy at the same time.
She was annoyed at the progress of her quest and the lack of information she received from winning in her fight against the shark mouthed captain. When she confronted Mikisugi in tow with Iori, she learnt the bare bones of the situation and what the Goku uniforms and what Senketsu was made out of.
Apparently they were both made out of this material called "Life Fibers". Special fibers that grant people super human strength and bring out special abilities. However, Life Fibers were not like regular fabric you could get at any hobby store. No, they were actually alive and Senketsu was proof of that claim.
Iori also told her how the "star" system of Honnōji Academy actually worked. Each star represented how much of the uniform was made out of Life Fibers. The fabric of a One-Star Goku uniform consist of sixty percent cotton, twenty percent of polyester, and ten percent of Life Fibers. A Two-Star uniform on the other hand had twenty percent ratio of Life Fibers instead of ten. Finally the Three-Star uniforms worn by Satsuki's "Elite Four" had a ratio of thirty percent Life Fibers in them.
Seeing the strength of Two-Star Goku uniforms firsthand made Ryūko curious and a little frighten about the power behind a Three-Star Goku uniform. If that midget of a boxer almost killed her with only a uniform that was made of only twenty percent of Life Fibers…how much deadlier would thirty percent be?
However, at the same time it was heartening to learn that her Kamui, Senketsu, was fully crafted out of Life Fibers. During their first transformation together, Ryūko felt an unlimited source of power running through her blood and yet it disappeared. The other couple of times that she transformed with Senketsu didn't fill her with the same amount of power then the first time. Thus, Ryūko knew that she was just scratching the surface of Senketsu's power and yet she still could not understand why she couldn't bring out his full power.
Every time she asked Senketsu why this was the case he would only say.
"You have yet to wear me properly Ryūko."
What did he mean by that? He was just a sailor uniform that her father created for her. All she had to do was put him on right?
What was she missing?
Ryūko did also learn that those small red strings that kept being sucked up by Senketsu at the end of her fights were Life Fibers. She did also feel stronger with each one she absorbed.
When she asked her teacher and Iori about why she felt like this after absorbing those Life Fibers they didn't have any clue about the phenomena.
Well she knew that Mikisugi had no clue about it…Iori on the other hand she still had problems reading.
When she asked them how they knew this information, Iori simply avoided her gaze and Mikisugi started to talk. He went on to explain that her father, Dr. Isshin Matoi, knew the secrets behind creating Kamui. However, he wasn't only in this knowledge…the Kiryūin family also held the secrets of Kamui in their bloodline.
At least she knew now why her father was targeted.
It pissed her off that her beloved dad was killed because he knew how to create talking outfits. Her earlier assumption about Satsuki Kiryūin being behind her father death was correct.
She will make Satsuki Kiryūin pay for what she did!
Apparently Mikisugi worked with her father in the past and that why he knew all this information. They were silent about Iori knew all about this, but Ryūko wasn't really surprised by that. From what she knew of the worrywart from the week she has known him is that he really didn't like talking about his past.
Normally Ryūko would be all gun-ho about getting information related to her father and her new weapon against Satsuki Kiryūin. However, from the past experiences with her father, Ryūko knew that pushing people for their past or information wasn't the smartest choice to take.
Her father never really told her about her mom or why he sent her away. God forbid if she tried to dig into his past or she showed curiosity for his research.
He would refuse to send a letter for a month and Ryūko quickly learnt not to pry too much into her father's history after suffering through the month long wait twice.
"I'll kill you, okay?"
There was also that to contend with.
She did wondered how Mikisugi set up her meeting with Senketsu…but she wasn't going question it.
Yeah, Senketsu may be powerful but why did he have to turn into a sleazy garterbelt bikini? It made wearing him embarrassing at hell!
"I guess your dad was into kinky stuff like that."
Now that was a thought that chilled her to the bone. Ryūko shook her head in fright as she tried to get the image of her old man doing rather questionable acts with her mom. She had to think of something, anything to saver her from the knowledge that her father was a sexual deviant!
She tossed and turned in her bed as she tried to think of something else. It was during her struggles that her thin cotton blanket showed to the world her borrowed pajamas.
A small grin crossed her face as Ryūko looked over her pajamas. The white bunny faces of Mako's old set filled her with joy.
Even if her time at Honnōji Academy was annoying the living hell out of her; Ryūko was happy at the same time.
For the first time in her life, Ryūko Matoi had people she could actually call friends.
It was an experience she didn't understand how to feel but it was something she was quickly growing fond of. Now she didn't show that she enjoyed her new friends company after all she did have a reputation to protect…but she could feel herself getting more and more relax just talking to them.
It was a scary feeling to allow people to get to know her better that wasn't family. She had no idea how they did it, but Mako and Iori have managed to sneak into her heart.
Then again even Ryūko felt like she was getting even closer with Senketsu of all things! The sheer thought of becoming friends with a sentient sailor uniform was absolutely…
Ridiculous!
Yet why did it feel so right to think of Senketsu as a he instead of an it? Why did she feel such a connection with the perverted uniform of hers?
What was a Kamui true nature and why did her father make him?
"Oh Ryūko it's time to wake up! Get up! Get up! We can't be late for school again! " A cheerfully voice snapped Ryūko from her questions.
She finally got up from her sleeping mat and answered back.
"Fine, Fine I'll get up Mako." She yawn, "Mako where is Senketsu?"
The bathroom door was slammed opened and a teen girl at Ryūko's age stepped in. Her brown eyes shined in happiness as she saw Ryūko walking towards her. Mako stepped to the side and allowed the tomboy to enter the bathroom.
At first glance you would think that Ryūko would be fast in her morning rituals due to her delinquent looks. However, Ryūko surprised the entire Mankanshoku household with how long it took her to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Who would have thought that Ryūko would be that girl that took forever in the bathroom in the morning?
Ryūko looked at the fully dressed girl that was happily chatting to her, even if Ryūko couldn't response back due to brushing her.
This was Mako Mankanshoku and she was Ryūko first female friend.
Mako was the most energetic girl, no person that Ryūko has ever met in her life. She was always cheerful and carefree to her knowledge. Mako was also really odd and some of the antics that Mako would get into caused her a headache just thinking about it. To Ryūko's surprise, Mako seemed to be immune to the violent slums she lived in. Then again knowing that her father was the best doctor in town probably was the cause of Mako's exception from her fellow comrades in the slums.
Mako was fearless and very aggressive when it comes to food though. The major downside of Mako personality in her opinion was how scatterbrained the brown haired girl was.
Talking about being scatterbrained, Mako did never answer her question about her talking uniform.
"Mako, do you know where Senketsu is?" Ryūko questioned her friend again.
"Senketsu? Oh you're uniform? Iori is taking care of him!"
Ryūko nodded her thanks to her friend as she finally reentered the bedroom and headed out to find her other friend.
Iori Katsuki is the name of the other person she befriended in this crazy city. Iori was a person that she couldn't fully read to how extreme emotional changes the cloaked boy would undertake. At one moment Iori could be talking to you as cheerfully as Mako, but the next be willing to kill you. He was a good person at heart and Ryūko could easily tell that whole Mankanshoku meant the world to shorter than average boy. Iori was also a major worrywart and was always fussing over the littlest of things. For example, yesterday she got in a scuffle with some thugs and beat the living snot at of them. The first thing that Iori did when she told him?
He dragged her to the clinic and started to search her body for wounds!
It was a reaction that Ryūko was not expecting and she made sure to hide the fact that she was getting in daily fights…
Somehow Iori still know and would fuss over her until she couldn't take it. After dodging a couple of punches the boy would simply smile and offer to take care of Senketsu.
Ryūko did wonder why he liked taking care of that damn pervert in the first place. But who was she to complain? It meant that she didn't have to take care of the thing and it gave her more time to train her swordplay.
She was no fool in her ability with her father's legacy. She never really used a sword during her delinquent years in middle school and she was more of a fist fighter. Six months of bastardized training from books, manga, and movies was nothing compared to the skill that Satsuki Kiryūin held when they clash blades last week after the defeat of the tennis bimbo.
Even if Iori loved to tease her about her few weakness, she swear if she hears one more joke about her being directionally challenge she was going to kick him in the balls, she trusted him.
He was willing to tell her information about Senketsu and Life Fibers overtime and he was also trying to befriend her.
Talking about her friends…
"Ah! ~ Good morning Ryūko! Do you know how glad I am that Iori is your friend? His skills with an iron are god-like. Is this how living in a paradise feels like? I can feel the wrinkles disappearing Ryūko…THE WRINKLES!"
This was her so called god-robe mewing like a schoolgirl with a crush as her friend Iori ironed him with the skill of a profession couturier. It amazed Ryūko how skilled Iori was at household chores…or anything with sewing.
She was crap with those evil incarnated needles.
"…It's too early for this shit." Ryūko mumbled to herself as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"Morning Senketsu, Iori."
He threw Ryūko his standard smile. "Good Morning Ryūko! I hope you slept well! Don't you worry; I should be done with Senketsu in about ten minutes."
"Do you have to?"
Ryūko decided to ignore Senketsu whine and responded back to Iori. "You spoil that damn sailor uniform too much Iori. But if you want to take care of him, who am I to complain?"
"You're welcome Ryūko! ~"
"Shut up dumbass…" She grumbled out in annoyance.
Iori took her insult in stride knowing that the tomboy didn't really mean it. Iori founded it interesting how shy Ryūko was when you pay attention to her. It seems doing the little things for her like taking care of Senketsu or making her breakfast seem to fluster her a bit. Iori actually found the whole thing amusing and resolved to keep it up.
Aren't friends supposed to tease each other? Anyways there was something he had to tell Ryūko before it was too late.
"By the way Ryūko you breakfast is ready for at the dining room table. I would get it quick before Guts decides he wants another breakfast."
Hearing this jolted Ryūko out of her slumber. "Thanks Iori! I can't let that stupid dog eat my breakfast again!"
The first two days that Ryūko stayed at the Mankanshoku she learnt a couple things about the quirky family. However the most important piece of knowledge that she learnt was how the Mankanshoku treated food.
It was like gold to them.
Every time that breakfast was served or dinner was put on the table, it was like a free for all battle royale for it. It was due to her reflexes gained during her time as a drifter that allowed her to eat anything during meal time.
Ryūko quickly showed why she was feared in the west as the "Hot Blooded- Devil" and pushed, punched, and throw the people that stood between her and food.
After finishing that thought, Ryūko sat down and quickly started to dig into her rice bowl. She was lucky today as Guts apparently decided to devour Matarō's breakfast instead of hers.
She had to know the secrets behind Mako's mom cooking! Even with such subpar indigents the rice bowl she was eating tasted amazing!
Maybe she could even ask for some lessons from the household wife.
"Ryūko it seems like Guts didn't eat your breakfast today! I have a feeling today is going to be a great day! It's already off to a great start!" Mako shouted as she jumped into the spot next to Ryūko. The forever happy girl quickly grabbed a beat up bowl and started to dig in with gusto.
"Geez, Mako where do you get all this energy from?" Ryūko sighed in amusement as she watched her friend devour the food in front of her.
It amazed Ryūko how much her simply friend could eat. From what she has seen so far, Mako always seems to eat twice as much as she does. Heck out of the whole family, the random girl ate the most!
How could she eat so much and not get fat?
"Where does it all go to?" Ryūko pouted as she patted her stomach, she quickly scanned the room to make sure no one saw her moment of weakness.
She had to be tough and strong to defeat her enemies and learn the truth about her father.
It would ruin her street credit if someone saw her pouting!
Worse if Iori caught her making the face she would never hear the end to it.
"Ryūko, Senketsu is all clean and sparkly!" Iori rang out from the backyard.
Did ten minutes already pass by?
Ryūko stretched her body out and sighed in disappointment. She hated the morning and now she had to rush to get to school. Why couldn't Iori take longer in his chores?
"Augh, I was just finishing breakfast too!"
"Well the earlier worm gets the bird!"
"Screw being the earlier worm Mako…" Ryūko glared at her overcharged friend. Why couldn't Mako be a night owl like her?
"You look tired Ryūko." The voice of Senketsu entered her mind. The tomboy looked up to see Iori carrying a neatly folded Senketsu that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. What did Iori use to clean Senketsu so much? Heck even those grass stains she got during a scuffle yesterday with some no named One-Stars was gone!
Iori truly knew his stuff.
Nodding her head in thanks to the cloaked boy, Ryūko left for the bathroom. Once she entered the ratty room she started to strip.
"…I have a bad feeling about today."
"I see…" Senketsu closed his good eye in thought. "There is something out there at the academy that bares us ill will. I don't know what it is but if I can sense it…"
"Do you think it's another Kamui?"
Senketsu scanned his human for any emotions. Her face become stone like and cold, her jaw clenched in sheer determination for the fight. It was a face that reminded him of Satsuki Kiryūin and it was disturbing to see his human act like that. Ryūko may show to the outside world that she as tough as nails and doesn't take crap for anything. But Senketsu through the few times they almost become one could get a glimpse of his partner heart. It told him that underneath all that bravado that Ryūko Matoi was a kind girl who had a rough life. However, seeing this face on her now…
It was rather eerie how close his human could act like her rival.
"It's a possibility we have to account for. I am worried if we have to fight such a thing."
Ryūko unconsciously to rubbed his closed eye and Senketsu leaned into his partner touch. Ryūko would never touch him on purpose due to her feelings of disgust that she had for him. It hurt him to know that his partner didn't trust him or liked him that much. But if Iori and Mako could wiggle into her heart then so could he.
"What do you mean?"
"You still haven't worn me properly yet Ryūko. If someone at school truly does have a Kamui equipped and they are bonded properly. I doubt we would have a chance."
"…"
Ryūko stared at her reflection in the mirror, her thoughts alien to her uniform. Her left fist clenched her hairbrush with extreme strength and yet it seemed that Ryūko was not mad at him.
No she was mad at something else.
"Ryūko?"
"Let's get going Senketsu. I rather finish this day as fast as possible."
A heavy yawn escaped from Ryūko's mouth as she entered Honnōji academy. She lazily looked ahead at the weirdly designed school as her two friends followed her.
Behind her Iori gave Mako a look and the girl with the bowl style haircut nodded.
"What's wrong Ryūko? Didn't get enough sleep?" Mako questioned her friend in worry. She remembered the night before how Ryūko's uniform had those creepy goosebumps and how worried her only female friend looked. She bet her sexy panties that Ryūko didn't get enough sleep due to how worried she was about her uniform.
"Yeah. I feel like something bad is going to happen."
It was then Iori decided to butt in.
"Don't be a downer Ryūko! Today is going to be a good day, I mean didn't Guts spare your breakfast today? That has to be a sign right?" He gave her a thumb up and she returned it with a rather impolite gesture.
"…Iori, Guts didn't eat my breakfast Monday and do you remember what happen?"
This time Iori nervously chuckled. "I think you got chased by a pack of dogs in the slums?"
"Exactly! So don't you start talking about this luck bull crap again!" She growled in anger as Iori responded with a raspberry.
It was Mako's turn to look at Ryūko in confusion. "I thought there were only wild dogs near the power plant. Ryūko what were you doing there?"
A red plume spread itself across Ryūko's face as she tried to look anywhere but Mako. She faced Iori, as he started to snicker. He was the only one to know about her failure at directions. How she was supposed to know that Mako family lived in the east part of the slums and the city's power plant was in the west! All the shacks looked the same to her!
His damned snicker started to increase in volume. She would not let this jerk get away with this! Justice would be hers!
"Ow!"
"Hmm, it seems that you need to kick harder than that Ryūko."
As she bounced on one foot cradling her bruised left foot, she glared at her male companion.
"What the hell are you made of?"
"Iron!" That was Mako.
"You're not helping Mako…"
"Well if you want to know I co-" Iori tried to say before Ryūko whipped her head in his direction.
"Do you want me to punch you?" She growled.
Iori started to walk faster. "I think we got only five minutes before class starts. Come on guys!"
Ryūko smirked at the retreating boy. He wasn't really good at this whole teasing thing once the threat of violence entered the field. Then again he was really wimpy unless you pushed one of his buttons.
Her eye twitched as she started to walk again, her foot really didn't hurt that much but it annoying.
She still wondered what the hell he ate. It felt like she was kicking an iron door or something!
"So about those dogs." Mako jumped in front of her.
"Damn it Mako! Drop it already!"
A flash of a familiar light blinded the group of three. It was a light that Ryūko has grown to hate during her time at Honnōji Academy. It was that stupid floodlight that eyebrow freak had a fetish for.
What the hell did Satsuki Kiryūin want now?
"Ryūko be on your guard. That presence I felt is coming from her!"
Shoving her hand in front of her face to block the intense light, Ryūko hissed out.
"Fine let that bitch come at me! I'll show her who the hell she messing with!"
Mako let out an eep as Iori manhandled her away from an enormous red staircase that was descending from the heavens. Dust flew into the air as it smashed the ground underneath it. This was a staircase that Ryūko was very familiar with. After all this was the personal staircase for one Satsuki Kiryūin!
"I see you made it to school right on time…" The dictator of Honnō City announced from the top of her throne. Clasping her blade in an iron grip she glared at the delinquent that dared to renounce her rule and actively rebel against her.
To average her father's death? How weak! How selfish of this pig in human clothing to think such things!
Ryūko smirked as she realized the rather fancy set-up in the courtyard. A horde of One-Star students stood on either side holding up traditional Japanese flags with the Honnōji Academy symbol stamped on them.
How nice for Satsuki Kiryūin to set up the place of her defeat! Today she was going to beat this highborn bitch into the ground and make her squeal!
Her father would be avenged today!
"Ryūko your blood is heating up!" Senketsu cried in warning.
"Don't worry Senketsu I'm just getting warmed up for this fight."
Ryūko closed her eyes and pompously asked, "What's up with this grand welcome? I mean I wasn't expecting you to be here waiting for me. So, what's the special occasion?"
A heel clicked ranged out in the courtyard as Satsuki Kiryūin started to walk down the red staircase. "I believe it was your words Matoi, 'that the next time we meet we would finish this thing'."
"Aren't you the conscientious type," Ryūko retorted before glancing to her female friend, "Mako get back I don't you to get caught in the crossfire."
The daughter of a back-alley daughter saluted the tomboy and ran into the surrounding crowd. Ryūko turned to see Iori still standing by her side, he looked serious for once.
"Aren't you going to get out of here too dumbass?"
Iori turned his black eyes to hers, cobalt meet onyx, and "Ryūko kick this damned Kiryūin ass for me."
Ryūko let a chuckle out at her friend's response. It seemed that worrywart held a grudge against the glorious student council president. It didn't surprise her at the slightest. He properly blamed Satsuki Kiryūin for his adopted family living conditions or something.
"Sure why the hell not? I was going to pound her into the dirt anyways, might as well do you a favor while at it." Iori smiled at her cocky reply and turned around from the Kamui user.
"Thanks," he started to walk away before he paused in thought, "Let go of any notion of being weird by wearing your Kamui. Believe in him and trust in his appearance and only then can you beat the harlot in front of you." With that said the cloaked boy merged into the crowd of onlookers.
"What?"
"…Ryūko listen to his words. If you just accept me for who I am then you can beat Satsuki!"
"Okay the hell is the matter Senketsu? You didn't have problem with me yesterday!" She harshly whispered to her partner. He sounded really worried and she still didn't understand what he was saying! Accept him? He's a piece of clothing he should be happy that she's wearing his ass in the first place! Yeah her father did make him didn't mean she had to be friends with him!
Why did he have to make her look like a hoe?!
"By the fiber Ryūko, look at what she is wearing!" She was taken back by his tone. Senketsu has only been kind and patient with her. He treated her with respect and he was mostly the first to defend her during their time together. Yet the angry but panicked tone he used caused Ryūko to actually look at Satsuki Kiryūin for the first time today.
Her eyes widening at the sight before her she asked Senketsu, "Shit is that a-".
Satsuki Kiryūin a mere yard in front of her slammed her sword into the ground. The cocky smile she gave caused Ryūko to tense in preparation for a fight.
"Rejoice Ryūko Matoi! You have the honor of being the first sacrifice for Junketsu!"
The name rolled across Ryūko's mind. Junketsu was the name of her Kamui? What hubris to name her god robe with such a title.
"Junketsu you say?" Ryūko tried to erase any sense of worry from her mind. This wasn't a battle she could afford to be scared about. This was THE battle on her quest for the truth behind her beloved father's death. She cannot fail now!
"'Purity?' I didn't think there was anything pure about you in the first place Satsuki Kiryūin!" Ryūko cracked her neck as she slowly settled herself into a fighting position, "Were you so scared of Senketsu and me that you had to get your own Kamui?"
That ice glare that Satsuki sent her almost made Ryūko regret saying those words. But then again she realized she was insulting a murderer, so what the hell did it matter if she hurts her feelings?
The bitch in front of her with her delusions of self-worth deserved it in the first place.
"Sheer amount of overconfidence in that statement might actually make me enjoy putting you in your place Matoi." Satsuki hissed out as she reached for the three blue bands on her left arm she said, "Allow me to show you the purity of my purpose!"
Flicking her finger across the three bands on her left arm, Satsuki didn't even flinch as three needles dig harshly into her skin. Junketsu greedily sucked up the sacrificial blood that was offer to it. Blood red started to drench the so called "purity" before for all intent and purposes it exploded off her in sparkling blue light in the shape of a star.
"Senketsu this power?!" Ryūko yelled as she flew into the air by the sheer shock way of the transformation. Any of the students that were closed to the student council president joined the drifter into the air, their yelps and screams caused the rest of the crowd to nervously back away from the two.
"Ryūko get ready! This is going to be our most dangerous battle yet!"
"Shit you don't' have to tell me that! Do you feel the freaking power coming off that thing?" She snarled as she quickly got back onto her feet. Reaching into her guitar case she whipped out her trusted scissor blade and entered into a guard position. It was time to see if that training she did in the last week actually pulled off.
"LIFE FIBER OVERRIDE: KAMUI JUNKETSU!"
The sheer strength behind those words almost caused Ryūko to buckle to her knees. This power that the iron dictator of Honnōji was dwarfing the power she had with Senketsu. The hell was this? She only felt that power before during the time Senketsu forced himself on her! Even then Ryūko wasn't sure if Senketsu could even match this beast in front of her.
How did Satsuki get this strong? WHY WAS SHE STILL WEAKER THEN HER FATHER'S MURDERER?
Hearing her fellow students staring to clap in excitement caused Ryūko to breathe deeply and look up at her sworn enemy.
It was the first time that she thanked the heavens for Senketsu transformed form. If she thought Senketsu's look made her look like an exhibitionist freak…Junketsu on the other hand.
Well Junketsu made Senketsu look like a modest one piece bikini. Clad in white with blue highlights Junketsu was the opposite in design compared to Senketsu. Senketsu maybe have been a uniform that show a lot of skin…but Junketsu cover and showed skin in a way that was simply indecent.
The upper body of Junketsu was similar but different from Senketsu. The upper body armor was similar in design but thicker and covered a larger amount of skin then the Fresh Blood*. Satsuki's chest was wrapped in in a breastplate like clothe and yet the center of her bosom was exposed for the world to see. It disturbed Ryūko a little bit to see two columns like structure on each of the dictator's shoulder, she was disturbed by the orange and black eyes that stared at her like she was a piece of meat.
The upper part of Junketsu was connected to a blue thong that covered her most important spot on her body. Strangely enough it matched the hip-high boots with vertical blue stripes that she was wearing.
Also it appears that those boots had frills with the part that was next to her thong.
Yeah, Ryūko was extremely glad that Senketsu was her partner instead of this thing in front of her.
Talking about uniforms, Senketsu didn't know to be happy that Ryūko preferred him to this mindless beast in front of him or he should be insulted in the fact she only liked him compared to the sheer fetish appeal of Junketsu.
"You don't seem to be surprised to see Junketsu, Matoi" Satsuki flatly stated as steam erupted from her shoulder pauldrons, "Nor are you that shocked to see another Kamui, Matoi?"
Ryūko cockily smirked at the student council president in front of her, "Hell I already figured that Senketsu might not be the only Kamui in the world. Plus you already have those ratty assed Goku uniforms so I figured that you might have a Kamui up your sleeve as well."
"Oh so you do know the true nature of your uniform?" Satsuki neared her eyes at the rebel, were did she get that information? Did Doctor Matoi tell her some secretes before his demises? "How curious indeed…"
"It's why you killed my father isn't you bitch?"
Seki Tekko's pin was ripped out of its socket as the familiar pinch of a needle filled Ryūko's senses. Power flooded her veins as Senketsu started his transformation sequence. She felt him as he seized her body and molded himself to her frame. She also felt a sense of longing from her partner and she wondered what the issue was. Shouldn't he be happy that they were one now?
Senketsu resisted the urge to sigh in relief as he felt her skin. She was still refusing to open her heart to him but at least she wasn't afraid to pull the pin now. One day he'll get Ryūko to understand that he was made for her and she should trust him full heartily. He had to prepare himself for this battle.
It was going to be the toughest yet.
"Let's show her who she messing with Senketsu!" Ryūko roared as the red energy stars of her transformation finally faded away. Her face quickly heated up as she heard the No-Stars cheer in delight and perversion at her transformed state.
Walking towards her opponent Ryūko questioned her partner. "This was the thing you were sensing earlier right Senketsu? I bet the goosebumps from yesterday was from this also."
"I have to warn you Ryūko, your opponent is much more powerful than you are." Senketsu was able to get into eye contact with his human. He couldn't let her be afraid. The rejection of their union was already causing him to rapidly drink her blood and from he could tell they had about twenty minutes before he would have to disrupt their combination.
Well that was the time limit they had before any blood loss.
"However, I know that together we can defeat her! You have to believe in me Ryūko as much as I believe in you."
"Uh huh thanks for the prep talk Senketsu." She snarky uttered to her uniform. Believe in him? He's a talking uniform! All she has to do is pull the pin and fight!
It was then that azure eyes met cobalt ones, stars of blue and red started to shine around the two rivals.
They disappeared and a violent shockwave erupted from the mixture of energies that were radiating from the two Kamui. The surrounding crowd was launched into air by the shockwave of power.
"Not bad Kiryūin! Let's see if you can back up it though!"
Ryūko yelled as she charged her foe, her scissor blade coming forward in a downwards arc.
"Guard Ryūko!"
Hearing Senketsu cry, the tomboy immediately stopped and formed a hastily defense position. A shockwave of air slammed into her guard and nearly forced her off her feet! The ground behind her erupted into the air like the parting of the Red Sea and Ryūko was extremely glad she didn't get hit by that.
"This power!" Ryūko mumbled to herself before she felt the change in air pressure. Due to Senketsu being a Kamui, Ryūko's senses were increased at least a ten-fold and thus she felt the change in pressure of the air.
Without thinking Ryūko rolled to her side and she was lucky as several more shockwaves battered her previous spot. So it seemed that Satsuki was able to create air pressure waves with her Kamui?
This fight just got a lot harder for her.
Seeing Ryūko dodged her initial wave of attacks, Satsuki simply stood still as she sent another wave of deadly slices with a simple flick of her wrist. It was absolutely effortless to send these swarms of blades that she might as well continue to do so.
After all Matoi wasn't that impressive really to the student council president.
Blocking and dodging the waves of air that could cut through steel with all her might, Ryūko lunged at her opponent. The scissor blade gleaming bloody red as it inched closer to Satsuki chest. Frowning, Satsuki merely flicked her wrist upwards to block Ryūko's clumsy slice. Using the motion of her strike, Ryūko twirled in the air and landed behind her rival.
Spinning her body around Ryūko went for a thrust. Satsuki expecting such an attack shifted her blade and used the flat edge of her sword to deflect the incoming thrust. Exploiting Ryūko's unbalance at her blocked thrust, Satsuki whipped her blade forward.
"Augh!"
Ryūko cried out as she resisted the urge to touch the cut that was just inflicted across her stomach. She glared at Satsuki Kiryūin with hatred; she was going to make this girl pay for that!
Before she could go back onto the offensive, Satsuki went on an offensive of her own. Her strikes and cuts became a blur to the black loving girl. It was only her experience fighting on the streets and her bastardized but unpredictable style of swordsmanship prevented Satsuki from scoring a direct hit on her body. However, over time her reflexives were simply not fast enough to ward off all the damage.
Nicks and cuts started to rapidly spread across her body and Ryūko could feel the blood that was oozing out of her. Heck the ground behind her was getting splattered red with her blood. Sensing his human decrease in blood Senketsu cried out in warning.
"Be careful! We can't afford to lose too much blood! The more you lose the faster you'll past out!"
Bouncing her father's legacy off Satsuki unnamed blade*, Ryūko retorted to her talking uniform as she went for another slice. "You don't have to tell me that! I can feel you drink my blood like crazy!"
Swinging her scissor for all it was worth Ryūko went into a combo of slices and stabs. Blocking each attack with bored expression on her face, the transfer student was simply too slow for Satsuki. Junketsu gave her the ability to see and to react for each single blow the rebel was throwing. Then again the transfer student fought like a crazed animal with no finesse in her swordplay. Yet it was a style that strangely was able to reflect and/or minimize the damage of her blows. It wasn't a proper style; no Satsuki could tell that is born from desperation and street brawling.
However, Matoi was able to fight her even with such dysfunction style and an inferior Kamui. How interesting…
Using both hand to push against an overhead blow, Ryūko quickly used slid underneath her foe. Due to the increasing of her physical perimeters Ryūko slid far enough from the student council president to give herself enough breathing room. Spinning her body around, Ryūko went with a diagonal cut that if it hit would have sliced the girl in white in two.
Twirling her blade in a rather flashy manner Satsuki nonchalantly blocked the blow. Forming a fist with her free hand, Satsuki smirked condescendingly at Ryūko.
"Magnificent! This is more than I ever imagine!"
"Imagine this!"
Twirling her body with the experience of a trapped street brawler, Ryūko slammed her free fist right into Satsuki ribs. However she wasn't expecting the sheer amount of resistance to her blow or the feeling of being repulsed from Satsuki's skin.
"It's like steel?!" She gasped out loud in shock. Ryūko was not expecting for her blow to be rendered null in such a way!
Satsuki simply sneered at the confused tomboy. Was she really that forgetful about her own Kamui ability? How could Matoi forget how her Kamui shrugged off the blows of the boxing club president as a dam blocks a flood just a week ago?
Not only did she have no sense of purpose but she was foolish as well. It was time to put her in her place.
"Matoi are you that foolish to forget that a Kamui boasts incredible defenses for their wearer?"
"I just punched you in the guts! For fucking sake I hit bare skin!" Ryūko raged in anger! If it wasn't for her being partnered with Senketsu right now, she would have broken her hand with that punch! Were Kamui that strong even if they were stripperiffic fetish uniforms? Still should her enhanced punch at least caused Kiryūin to freaking flinch! Was that really too much to ask for?
"It seems that you are dull as you are rash…no matter it's time to show you what it means to truly wear a Kamui."
"What the he-"Ryūko was cut off as she was violently thrown into the air as Satsuki thrust her blade downwards. The sheer force behind the movement created a pressure shockwave that forced the girl with the scissor blade off the ground.
Staring Senketsu straight in the eye, Satsuki flipped her blade horizontally and poked him right in the eye with her sword's pommel.
The next thing the Kamui knew was that his partner and he were soaring into the air. The power that the student council president was showing was beyond the combined strength of Ryūko and himself. Senketsu knew that he had to get Ryūko to truly open her heart to him. However, how was he post to do this when his human refuses to trust him?
Ryūko spat out globs of blood as her body slammed through the thick concrete walls of Honnōji Academy. She hazily looked around to figure out where she was. However, all the shapes around her were grey and blurry.
"Senketsu are you alright? I can't see shit."
"It seems that were landed into a classroom."
"Ugh, so all this grey crap is desks then?" Using the power gifted to her by Senketsu, Ryūko forced her way out of the pile of desks she found herself in. It was then she saw Satsuki Kiryūin rush through the hole she made.
Today was simply not her day.
"I hope Mako and Iori are aright." She thought as she thrown like a ragdoll into another classroom.
"Iori look Lady Satsuki can transform too! I didn't know she had a Goku Uniform! Oh no! Ryūko is going to be in trouble! We have to do something! Ack! I know Iori call my dad and have him get the van!" The lovable brown loving spaz that is known as Mako Mankanshoku ranted to her first male friend. She was freaking out do the pounding her second friend in the world was getting. Ryūko is a really tough girl but she was fighting against Lady Satsuki of all people!
Hearing his friend's rant, Iori simply patted the girl head in a manner one would pat a dog. Normally people would find such an action offensive. However, such an action calmed the hyperactive girl.
"First off Mako Kiryūin is using a Kamui, second we have to believe in Ryūko to win this fight. Didn't you believe that Ryūko could beat that tennis club girl?" Iori stated as he watched his friend fight against the spawn of Kiryūin. Iori simply couldn't take his eyes off the fight. Most people would suspect him of watching it with such intensity because of the state of dress Kamui left their wearers.
No, Iori was flabbergasted to witness a fight between two Kamui users. Kamui were extremely rare and to his knowledge there was only three were ever made and to see two of them here…
"Of course Ryūko can win! She wins at friendships! She wins at life!" Mako suddenly turn downcast as she watch Ryūko scream in pain due to getting cut by Lady Satsuki's sword. "Lady Satsuki is really strong… Ryūko can win! I believe she can win! But…"
"You're worried because it's Kiryūin she fighting against?" Iori finally turned his attention to look worriedly to his first friend. He may have only started to call her by her first name recently but Mako was like the sister he never had.
Mako shook her head up and down in agreement.
"Well I guess we just have to believe in the Ryūko, who believes in us, whom believes in her, right?"
A light-bulb flashed above Mako when she heard Iori's statement. Oh how could she be so silly? She just had to believe in her friend for her to win! It was obvious to her! She was really silly to not think about it before hand!
"Iori you are right! Since Ryūko believes in us, we have to believe in her! I remember my dad telling me, 'Mako, if you win with friends you win at life and then you can sell their organs when they aren't looking.'"
The cloak loving boy face turned pale at hearing his friend speech. There was a reason why he feared his boss and his family.
Mako continued on not even noticing her friend's worry. "We have to cheer really loud so Ryūko can hear us Iori! YOU CAN WIN RYUUKO*! YOU CAN WIN RYUUKO! YOU CAN WI-"
"WHO DARES CHEERS ON THE TRANSFER STUDENT AGAINST LADY SATSUKI WILL!?"
"Eep! It's Gamagoori Sempai!" Mako yelped as she jumped into the air. Iori without hesitation plucked Mako from the air and place her firmly behind him.
Ira Gamagoori or the "Yankee" according to Ryūko stood in front of the two friends of the tomboy. He was a giant of a man and one of the Elite Four of Honnōji Academy. He was very well built and fashion himself as the "living shield" of Satsuki Kiryūin. However, he was mostly known for being the leader of the hated Disciplinary Committee.
He was one of the few people in the world that Iori Katsuki truly loathed with every fiber of his being.
"What do you want toad? I believe in that trash of a handbook there is no rule against cheering for a friend." The short boy snarled at the leader of the Disciplinary Committee.
Gamagoori simply frowned when he noticed the one of the people behind the disrupted cheering. Iori Katsuki has been a thorn in his side since the day he arrived; sadly he couldn't punish the boy himself. For he has miraculously not broken any of the rules in the Honnōji Student Guidebook.
Actually it should be said that he hasn't been caught doing it.
"Katsuki still being disruptive as usual; however as the Head of the Disciplinary Committee of Honnōji Academy I cannot let such action pass!"
"Really now?" Turning to Mako, Iori loudly said. "Well I guess that means you can still cheer Ryūko on Mako. Don't worry about the Toad, I have that part covered."
Looking at Iori and then Gamagoori, Mako decided to listen to her friend and started to cheer Ryūko loudly again.
"So, 'Yankee' do you have any other words of wisdom to share?"
"Yankee?!" Gamagoori roared at the insult nickname at his heritage and his station.
"Oh you haven't heard Ryūko's little nickname for you yet? I don't see why she calls you that but it seems to annoy you."
"You do remember that you're on school ground Katsuki and I can punish you for slander."
Iori simply rolled his eyes and turned around to stare at the battle between his friend and the student council president. His stare was intent and something that Gamagoori quickly picked up on.
"Katsuki, how dare you stare at Lady Satsuki with your unworthy eyes?!" Gamagoori bellowed at the cloaked boy. The boy in question was staring at the transformed state of Satsuki's Kamui. However, if Gamagoori was actually paying attention he would notice how the boy had no lust in his eyes.
"Hmm, what is the problem now toad? Was it a crime to look now?" 'Iori rolled his eyes at the irritated chairman of the disciplinary committee. Satsuki Kiryuin was eloquent in her beauty and her sharp mind made her the dream girl for many of students of the Honnōji Academy. Even when most of the population of the said school feared her she was still the object of desire. However, to one Iori Katsuki...
"Plus Kiryuin isn't really that special. In fact her body is rather bland to me. I have treated people at the clinic with much better looks in my opinion."
"YOU DARE SPEAK ILL OF LADY SATSUKI'S DIVINE BODY?"
"Divine? I don't see that anywhere. Then again I don't think she's that pure either..." He muttered that last part to himself. Unlucky for the No-Star Gamagoori was an expert at reading lips.
Gamagoori eyes widened when he read the last part of Iori previous statement. How dare this commoner think that Lady Satsuki wasn't pure! As her lady's shield he would unleash Honnōji Academy justice upon this blasphemous No-Star!
"It looks like the toad is getting riffled up by the nurse." A venomous voice hissed behind the tallest of the elite four. Gamagoori didn't need to turn around to know that the snake was spitting her venom at her prey again.
"What do you mean Jakuzure?" Gamagoori demeaned from Lady Satsuki's longest companion. Nonon Jakuzure was short, even shorter then Iori and yet she was a girl that shouldn't be trifled with. As the first companion of Lady Satsuki and another member of the Elite Four she was a woman that could easily destroy lives.
It was a fact she enjoyed tremendously. Gamagoori did wonder why she even bothered to come over here to see him. The Elite Four at the start of the battle were watching afar, so why did Jakuzure even bother to come closer? Also what did she mean by the nurse?
"Hmm? You didn't see how the nurse writes his name even after the whole affair with the track club? It's 衣織 伽月 (*)." She said in a mocking tone as she pointed at Iori Katsuki, Gamagoori resisted the urge to reply back to the snake. He didn't want to feed her more excuse to use that bite of her.
"Interesting so Matoi's companion has a name that means 'The Nursing Dress Fabric'." The tech specialist of the elite four, Hōka Inumuta, muttered as he finished inputting the new information in. It seemed that he followed Jakuzure.
"How do you know this Jakuzure?" He asked.
"He once applied to my marching band, as if I let a stinking No-Star guy anyway near perfection."
Inumuta further questioning of his comrade was interrupted by Gamagoori yelled of pure anger.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT MATOI IS BETTER LOOKING THEN LADY SATSUKI? IORI KATSUKI TODAY YOU HAVE MADE AN ENEMY OF THE DISCIPLINE COMMITTEE!"
It was then that one Ryūko Matoi was thrown back into the academy courtyard, her and her Kamui were damaged severely. A screen of red stars shined briefly as Ryūko returned into her Kamui's default form.
"Ryūko!" Mako and Iori cried out in alarm at the same time, the worry for their friend going into overdrive.
A battered Ryūko Matoi struggled to turn her head to see her reflection in her scissor blade, weakly glaring at Senketsu for reverting back to his default she whispered.
"Senketsu why? We're so close…" Close in getting the truth, close in getting the reason behind her dad's death. So close in bringing him justice for the sin committed against him.
But why was she still so weak?
"I'm so sorry Ryūko."
Satsuki Kiryūin descended from the heavens like a triumphant war leader. She sneered at Matoi and her counterfeit Kamui. She was expecting a challenge and yet she was disappointed. It seemed that her wedding dress was too much for the rebel.
Lifting Ryūko by her hair, Satsuki allowed a leer of superiority flash across her face.
"How pathetic of you Matoi, your Kamui might have spared your from passing out. However in a dormant Kamui, you might as well be naked as the day you were born."
Ryūko mange to grin cheeky at iron-willed president, "You can look down on me all you want, but I'm not the one dress in an exhibitionist getup."
Grunting in pain as she was thrown into ground behind Satsuki, Ryūko noticed that she landed near her scissor blade. If only she could find the strength to reach it…
"An Exhibitionist? Nonsense Matoi!" Satsuki roared as she turned to face Ryūko; her arms thrown out to show off the entirety of Junketsu.
"This is the form were a Kamui is able to unleash its full power! Seeing a fellow Kamui wearer clinging to the notation of modesty defined by the unwashed masses show how insignificant you truly are! I will not be ashamed! If it means filling my ambitions I, Satsuki Kiryūin, will neither feel shame nor hesitate to bare my breasts for the entire world to see!" Satsuki raised her sword to finish off the lowly rebel that was not worthy of the Kamui she owned.
"Since I know that my actions are utterly pure in purpose!"
Ryūko gritted her teeth as she watch the blade started to descend. Was this her final battle? Was she actually going to die before she could average her father?
That eyebrow whore…
HALLELUJAH!
The land surrounding the two rivals turned dark as if night has sudden arrived. A spotlight shined on one Mako Mankanshoku doing the most outlandish pose that Ryūko has ever seen in her life. Right behind the girl was one Iori Katsuki holding her scissor blade out to the downed tomboy. Seeing her look of confusion on her face, Iori winked at her like it was something that happens every day!
"Ryūko is that Mako and what is she doing?"
"I have no idea Senketsu but this does seem familiar."
Mako threw her arms to the side and yelled.
"Get naked, Ryūko!" Mako then started to do some strange movements and positions as she went on with her speech. "I can say beyond a doubt that you, yes you! Are not inferior to Lady Satsuki! Your boobs are way bigger than hers!" That part was shown to be true when Mako bent down and grabbed Ryūko's bosom in hands.
The tomboy could only blush in shock as her friend went on.
"I knew I saw them! 'That Ryūko chick has a great rack!' my family said. In fact my whole family was talking about them and that slamming body you have! Even Iori was caught by my dad staring at your rack!"
The boy in question simply brought a fist to his mouth as he gave a cough. He was looking anywhere but Ryūko's face.
"So perk up Ryūko and stop being embarrassed! Rip off your clothes off and GET NAKED!"
"…Ryūko I'm scared." Senketsu whimpered out in fear. This human in front of him was not only odd but terrifying to the living sailor fuku.
"Get…naked?" The girl in question asked she was completely lost with what just happen.
What did Mako mean by getting naked?
Satsuki on the other hand was not pleased in the slightest by Mako's antics.
"What foolishness is this?!" Satsuki glared hard at Mako who was now shivering in fright. Stabbing Ryūko's blade into the ground, Iori prepared himself for the fight of his life.
Meanwhile in her anger at this farce, Satsuki continued. "Look at his nonsense! It's not even mature at all! You have disappointed me utterly, Matoi! You are not worthy of your name!"
Satsuki swung her sword down.
CLING!
Her eyebrows widen in shock as Ryūko found the strength to block her blade!
"What!"
"What she said isn't nonsense!" Ryūko hissed out in anger. She wasn't going to let this highborn tyrant harm her friends or dis her family name! She was worth in being a Matoi and she was going to protect her friends no matter what!
"Let go of any notion of being weird by wearing your Kamui."
That asshat knew this the entire time didn't he? She was going to kick him in the shins later for this. For now…
IT WAS TIME TO SHOW THIS PUNK WHO SHE WAS MESSING WITH!
"Ryūko!" Senketsu cried out! Was this it? Was his partner going to fully trust and believe in him!
Was it finally time to synchronize with his destined human?
"You got it!" She ripped the pin out of Seki Tekko with her mouth.
It was time to finish this.
She felt that sweet scent of power flood her veins but she felt something more important this time. For once she actually felt him! She could feel his fibers as they shifted to perfectly fit her frame. She could feel the vibrations of his seams as his form exploded with the heat of her blood. For once in her life Ryūko Matoi could truly understood someone!
"I finally get what you were saying! I have to get naked! Putting on a Kamui means become one with you and you becoming one with me! You're not a uniform at all! You are my skin! I am you and you are me! This is what it means to truly wear you! Isn't that right, Senketsu!?"
His fibers were absolutely filled with giddiness! His human finally understand what he was saying this entire time! Ryūko finally opened her heart to him and now he knew everything about her. It was like a dam that couldn't hold back the raging flood. He was truly meant for this girl! Ryūko was more than his wearer; she was his partner, his human, his everything!
"Yes! That's exactly right! You are not wearing me and I am not being worn by you! We have to be as one! NO, WE ARE ONE!"
They roared together towards the heavens, announcing their new form to the world!
"LIFE FIBER SYNCHRONIZE: KAMUI SENKETSU!"
At last they were one!
Ryūko resisted the urge to moan by the sheer sensation of being truly united with Senketsu for the first time. She could feel the changes in their form and she had to admit she enjoyed her new skirt that was symbolic of his mouth. She could feel his new collar guard and the black and red clips in her hair. Her hair even gained a vermilion red highlight.
She felt like she could fight a god and win.
Their thrusters erupted with untold power as red line shined from their frame. It was time to bring the fight to Satsuki Kiryūin and beat her at her own game. Together they couldn't be beaten by a haughty fool who could even synchronize with her Kamui!
It was time to show Satsuki Kiryūin what it truly means to wear a Kamui.
They roar as one as they rocketed towards the so called student council president of Honnōji Academy. The sheer speed of their advance completely shocked Satsuki and she was barely able to up a defense.
Grunting in effort it was Satsuki turn to feel outclassed as they rocketed her with a barrage of blows. The student president started to sweat heavily as she couldn't keep up with the pair.
Satsuki could not understand how this reversal was happening. She had Matoi on the ground and she was all but defeated. So what was this? What was this so called "Life Fiber Synchronize"? Why didn't Matoi go into override like Junketsu? What was up with this Kamui of hers?
Where did this sheer amount of power come from?!
"Now I feel it! This is real you isn't it, Senketsu?" Ryūko asked her partner. She didn't need to verbally ask him as she could already feel his answer. But this was something new, something that she couldn't understand the first time.
They were definitely going to do this in the future.
"Yes! This is our true power!" Senketsu roared out! He could feel the heat of his partner and for some reason it energized him completely!
Throwing Satsuki off balance, they went in and uppercut the student council president. This time Ryūko attack went through and the heiress to the Kiryūin name flew into the air. Spinning around Ryūko lashed out with a mean roundhouse kick that sent Satsuki flying into one of the walls of Honnōji Academy. The wall nearly shattered as a large crater formed due the sheer force behind the blow.
Satsuki Kiryūin spat out some blood as she stood up. She wasn't expecting to be pushed back this hard but at least she finally had a fight. For so long every time she fought it was not even worth the time or effort. By now…
Now she found someone she could use to sharpen her skills!
Placing her blade forwards, Satsuki charged the rebel to her rule.
Ryūko calmly waited for Satsuki's charge, after all this time she was ready with Senketsu. This time they couldn't lose!
Glancing at Senketsu, Ryūko decided to joke with her partner as Satsuki ran at her. After all, the girl was still on the other side of the school.
"Senketsu you have enough blood?" The girl teased her partner; normally by now they would have already passed out from blood lost but being truly synchronize meant that Senketsu didn't need to guzzle her blood anymore.
"Ryūko, you know that the blood I just drank is more than sufficient. It wasn't my fault you wouldn't open yourself to me."
"Hey can you blame a girl for being surprised by you? It wasn't the easiest thing to overcome." She tried to reason with him, it was really embarrassing for the hotheaded girl to even wear Senketsu in the beginning. But now she was okay with it, she just had to be naked.
She really should thank Mako later for that speech.
"Hmph, shouldn't a teenager girl be-, Ryūko!"
"Got it!" Hearing his warning, Ryūko blocked Satsuki strike diagonally. Using her superior strength, she threw the student council president off balance and went in for another thrust. Satsuki quickly reflected and went for a vertical slice that would have cut them in two. Jumping back from the attack, Ryūko cried out to her partner.
"Senketsu!"
Feeling her body, her emotions, he already knew what to do. He used his power to connect to her father's blade and activate its special feature. It was a feature that they both discovered earlier this week during training.
"Right! Here goes nothing!"
The handle of the scissor blade unfolded and Ryūko grabbed it with both hands. Another blade unfolded itself from the scissor, increasing its length by two folds.
Together they uttered the new form of their weapon.
"Scissor Blade! DECAPITATION MODE!"
Satsuki eyes narrowed as she saw the blade heading towards her. This wasn't in the papers that REVOCS recovered from the Matoi mansion.
It was only her years of training and experience that allowed Satsuki to dodge the attack.
She was lucky, the wall behind? That's another story.
The wall behind her split in two as the upper half lost the fight with gravity and feel to the ground.
"Now this fight has gotten interesting! Show me your resolve RYUUKO MATOI!" The leader of Honnōji yelled as she charged her newly accepted rival.
"You're on SATSUKI KIRYUUIN*!" The tomboy screamed as the two clashed in a storm of blades.
Unlike before Satsuki was ready for the increase abilities of Ryūko and both sides were equally matched. Even strike was mirrored by the other, every blow reflected and then countered attacked. Neither side budged as the Kanto Vagabond and the Dragon of the North went their all.
Ryūko finally putting Satsuki near the edge snarled. "Since we're at this point, tell me! WHY DID YOU KILL MY FATHER?"
"WHAT GOOD WILL KNOWING DO YOU MATOI?"
"YOU BITCH! YOU'RE JUST MAKING ME MORE PISSED AT YOU!" Ryūko hissed as she threw a punch, aiming it straight for Satsuki's cheek. Seeing her opponent move, she quickly threw up a guard that did little.
The sheer force behind the punch almost knocked Satsuki to the ground; however it put her in a potion to sweep Ryūko off her feet. As soon as she hit the ground Ryūko rolled to the side, dodging a stab by a hair's length.
Using their power, Ryūko jump backwards and did a handstand to further the distance between the two foes.
Activating their power, Ryūko charged once more into the fray. Her blows became so fast that only a Kamui user could reaction to the blur in motions. Satsuki was annoyed at the transfer student, she couldn't tell if it was her goals or the sheer audacity she held in fighting her on equal grounds.
"You have no ambitions, no goals; the mere sight of you enrages me! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU MATOI!" She kicked Ryūko straight in gut sending the transfer student flying into the wall at the other side of the courtyard.
Said courtyard didn't even look remotely similar to such a thing. Instead it was utterly destroyed like a war was being waged in it. In fact one could say that a battle between Kamui users was a small war in itself. The crowd that was watching the fight earlier were scattered across the ground and the only people left standing was the Elite Four and Ryūko's companions.
"STOP TALKING DOWN AT ME YOU EYEBROW WHORE!"
Ryūko brought her blade down to cleave Satsuki in half.
"PROVE YOU CAN LIVE UP TO YOUR WORDS MATOI!"
Satsuki roared as she went for a vertical slice to destroy the transfer student.
The sheer force behind their last clash caused stars to shine around them, the power beyond them was more than any mortal should have. The area started to rumble before it was utterly shattered into jagged pieces of earth and metal by the two demigods.
In the center of this aftermath Ryūko hissed out in pain as her earlier wounds finally caused her to drop towards the ground. With one hand still blocking Satsuki's sword, she glared upwards at the woman that killed her father.
Today she wasn't able to beat her, but she now knew that she was a threat to the Kiryūin heiress and that was good enough for her. Plus the bond between her and Senketsu was finally complete.
"I'll destroy them all…" Ryūko barked at the woman she hated the most in the world.
"What?" This was her eloquent reply.
"All that crap about 'purpose', 'ambitions', and all that stupid shit. I going to take all that and smash into little pieces and then shove your god damn face into them! Then you'll be begging to tell me why you killed my dad you eyebrow freak!"
Satsuki pushed Ryūko's blade to the side and shoved her sword into her face. Instead of harming the transfer student she started to…laugh?
"How amusing…" She turned around and started to walk up her staircase that would bring her back to her tower.
"You're going to crush my ambitions and undo all I have ever accomplished?" Slamming her heel down on the first couple of steps, Satsuki turned to face her new challenger.
"Honnōji Academy is my kingdom! If you dare think you can topple it by your lonesome self then I accept such a wager! Starting tomorrow every single club will be after your head! Still think you can win Matoi? Even against these odds?"
Smirking Ryūko used the last of her strength to stand up in defiance at such a challenge. Did this punk really think that her horde of minions and meat bags were going to stop her? The Kanto Vagabond? The Crazed Bitch from Kyoto? The Hot-Blooded Devil of the West?
WHO THE HELL DOES SHE THINK SHE'S MESSING WITH?
Satsuki Kiryūin wouldn't even comprehend the dragon she just unleashed against her so called kingdom.
"You bet your ass I do!" She yelled as she pointed her father legacy at her target. "It doesn't matter how many meat bags and punks you send in my way! I'll beat every single one of them, Kiryūin!"
Satsuki smirked at the bravado in front of her. It seemed that the Matoi Heir would be interesting after all.
"As you wish then Matoi. Then defeat each and every student who comes after you! If you manage to accomplish this goal, Junketsu and I will face you again. "
"Fine! If I beat you you're going to tell me everything!"
"We're in agreement then?"
"You're on!" With that Satsuki simply nodded and ascended her staircase, behind her the Elite Four followed like the well train dogs they were.
It was only then did Ryūko allow herself to drop to the ground completely.
"Ryūko! Are you alright?"
"Don't worry Senketsu, I'm alright just really tired from this bull crap." The tomboy uttered tiredly to her companion.
"Ryūko are you alright?" A girl yelled at her, turning around Ryūko allowed a small smile to frame her face as she saw her two friends running towards her.
It seemed that Satsuki Kiryūin was wrong about her being along on her quest.
Mako, Iori, and even Senketsu would help her get the answers she rightly deserved.
Hell, they might even get more than that!
For the first time in the long time Ryūko Matoi was happy to get a hug from another human being.
Together they would overcome anything!
Author's Note
* For those who don't know Senketsu means "Fresh Blood".
* I do know that's Satsuki's blade is named "The Secret Sword: Bakuzan". However since this chapter is from Ryūko POV she wouldn't know such facts. Thus, I kept the blade unnamed for story reasons and plot.
*Ryūko name when it is completely capitalized is RYUKO in this story because I can't find a capitalize version of ū.
*Same as above but it is for Satsuki's last name instead.
Well that was chapter five of "Never Losing the Way" and the first true battle scene in the story. I think I did a pretty good job at it. What do you guys think? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the earlier parts of the chapter that have the everyday life of Iori, Mako, and Ryūko. I really wanted to show that they are becoming friends and are starting to understand each other a little bit more. The battle between Ryūko and Satsuki was really hard to write but in the end I think I did a okay job with it. I did change parts of it around and add a couple new bits to it but other than that it is pretty much the same as the series proper. But still I hope you guys enjoy it!
Remember if you have any questions, just send me a PM! I would love to talk to some of my readers and hear what they think!
Next Chapter: "The Best Friend Ever": NO-LATE DAY