I do not own Kill La Kill. Kill La Kill is own by Trigger and it's respectful owners.

Philia yawned loudly as the trio of girls made their way into the school. She smacked her mouth, fixing her scarf.

"What's wrong Philia? Didn't get enough sleep last night?" Mako inquired as she stuffed her bento box into her boobs.

"Nah, or maybe? I dunno, just feeling a bit tired that's all." She tugged at her uniform that she was required to wear by the school or suffer suspension. And she didn't want that.

"Ugh, this uniform feels so weird. It's like those Goku uniforms and Kamuis." She fixed her skirt, making sure her exposed legs weren't visible. She was glad they at least let her wear stockings. She didn't feel comfortable with this much skin exposure.

"Really? I didn't think the No Star uniforms had anything like the Goku uniforms." Mako pondered before a thought entered her head. "Maybe I can do superhuman stuff! Oh! What if I can fly?!"

"Please don't jump off a building." Ryuko grabbed Mako before she could run off. "And what do you mean it feels like the Kamui and Goku uniforms?"

"Dah, I dunno. It's feels like an itch that goes away when ya try to scratch it." She finally managed to pull down her shirt only for it to ride up. "Or maybe the shirts too small?"

"Oh! By the way, Ryuko, Philia! Mom said that if you two didn't have a place to stay you can-"

Punt!

A tennis ball punted Mako in the face.

"She said-"

Punt!

"You can-"

Punt! Punt!

"Stay at-"

Punt! Punt! Punt!

"Our place-"

Punt!Punt!Punt!Punt!Punt!Punt!Punt!

As Mako continues to explain that she and Philia could live with her family, the girl kept getting pelted by tennis balls.

"Forget about living arrangements, who the hell's doing that?!" Ryuko checks on Mako.

"Oi! Quit that!" Philia growled turning to the source. "None of us have dental insurance."

"Stay out of this transfer students. I am Hakodate Omiko, captain of the girl's tennis club." A blonde with a shark tooth grin and a bigass spiked tennis racket approached. Behind her stood a line of tennis players, all looking like copies of one another.

"Punishment? What the hell did she do that you're all punting her?!" Ryuko reached for her guitar case, ready to fight.

"Mankanshoku Mako has failed to attend tennis practice yesterday and is being purged as of the result." The telescope on her eye zoomed in on the two.

"Yesterday? Mako was being held hostage yesterday! That's why she didn't come to your stupid practice!"

"Yeah well, she didn't get permission to be held hostage."

"Wha-? Permission? I don't need permission to beat her face in!" Philia rolled her her sleeve up only to get a tennis ball bopped in her face.

"Ow! Som of a-" the line of girls began pelting the trio with tennis balls, the shots feeing like golfballs instead.

"Quit that!" Ryuko used her guitar case to block the balls. But even then, they still left imprints on the case. "Mako get onto class! You'll get expelled if your late right?"

"Oh! You're right Ryuko! Good luck! Bye Philia!" Malo then seemingly flew around the whole team and headed inside class.

"Can I leave too?" Philia began walking off.

"No, you're helping me." She yanked her by the scarf only to get a particularly harsh slap to the hand. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"Don't touch my scarf," Philia stared the girl straight in the eye. Her mismatched orbs seemingly piercing into her soul that even Senketsu shivered.

"O-okay," Ryuko gulped taking a step back. Philia huffed before turning to the captain only for a harsh tennis ball to meet her in the face.

The woman took a step back, but held her ground. A red welt was on her face, but she seemed more mad than anything. She scrunched her nose, snorting out some blood.

"You wanna fight? Bring it on, ya brat."

"Y-yeah! Bring it bitch! Come on, Senketsu!" She stood there with a smirk.

. . .

"Um... aren't ya gonna transform or something?" Philia pursed her lips.

"Huh?! Hey! Senketsu! Wake up!" She spoke to her outfit, giving it a slap to the eye. But he did not respond.

"... um, are you talking to yer dress?"

"Enough! Commence with the 110 Million Cannon Ball Serve!" The club then began pelting the two. The shots feeling like actual cannon shots.

"Ah crap! Ow! Whoa! Hey watch it!" Like dodging your ex at the grocery store, Philia did her best to dodge the tennis balls shot at her.

Ryuko on the other hand wasn't fairing so well. While she had her guitar case, the girls had surrounded them and were pelting her.

"Fuck," Philia muttered, "Ryuko, come on!" The woman grabbed the girl by the hand and ya led her to a waterway which they jumped into.

The woman did her best to stay afloat as Ryuko had blacked out. Before falling into the sewers, Philia shot a bird at the clubs before disappearing.

~ ~ ~

"Son of a fucking bitch." Breaking out of her cheerful idiotic persona, Philia clung to a bar and held Ryuko why her guitar case. The two hung over a particular deep drop.

"Ughhhhh, my hair's ruined..." Philia raised Ryuko with seemingly no effort and grabbed a bar. She shifted her body until she was hanging off her legs.

She swung Ryuko, trying to get more moment before tossing her to a ledge. But she didn't put enough force and Ryuko missed the ledge.

"Shit!" The woman let go and kicked off the wall with seemingly inhuman agility and strength.

She grabbed Ryuko and flipped before running up the wall. Traction failed her as she barely made it to the ledge, her hand grabbing the ledge.

"Ugh, my back..." footsteps were heard as a shadow grew over her. She looked up to see her teacher Mikisugi looking down at her with a smirk.

"Need a hand?" He offered.

~ ~ ~

Slowly Ryuko came to. She eyes fluttered open, her body feeling sore as hell.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Ryuko's eyes finally focused. Her eyes landed on the blue haired shaggy teacher.

"Wait, aren't you a teacher?"

"That's right, I'm your home room teacher, Mikisugi Aikuro." He hopped off his ledge.

"Huh..." Ryuko suddenly became aware of her nudity. "Huh?!" She looked to her right to see Senketsu hanging.

"Oh my god! Did you undress me?!" She shouted.

"Well, I wish, but a certain lady wouldn't allow me." He gestured to Philia who sat in a chair.

"Heya kiddo," the woman grunted as she sat up. "Damn, those balls hurt," she muttered. There was a nasty bruise on her face.

"Oh Philia! Thank god it was you and not him." The vagrant let's out a sigh.

"Well, now that you're awake, it's time to teach you about your body." The man approached the girl.

Philia scrunched her nose as Ryuko growled. "You pervert!!" She threw a punch which the teacher dodged before throwing a set of needles at her back.

"Wha-? What'd you do to me? I can't move! What'd you do to me?!" Ryuko panicked, trying to force her body to move.

"Heya now," Philia stepped forward.

"Would you two calm down? It's anesthetic acupuncture." He sighed, "by the way, your blood seems to be running hot. Mind if I take some?"

Pulling out a syringe, Aikuro approached the defenseless girl.

"What?! No! I hate needles! Please!" She whined, "Philia help me pleeeeeese!"

The woman did want to help, but found the situation funny. She held her laugh back as Ryuko held her breath, turning red, like a child. Think of it as pay back for dragging her into the tennis ball squabble.

"I bet you're wondering why your Kamui didn't activate when you wanted it to." The man aimed the syringe and squirted the blood at the uniform.

As the blood stained the uniform, it was quickly absorbed awakening Senketsu.

"More! More! Feed me more!!" He flapped around, desperate for blood.

"Oh look who's awake." Ryuko glared at the outfit.

"Wait, that thing's alive?" Philia stared at the uniform.

"Ryuko?" Senketsu finally noticed the girl glaring at him.

"You dumbass! You totally left me hanging!" She barked, her body still unable to move.

"Okay, everyone calm down." The teacher leaned on a desk. "I bet you're wondering why your Kamui didn't activate?"

The man took off his shades and slicked back his hair, a cool sexy aura surrounding him. A hot pink light flooded the room as the scraggly laidback teacher turned into a high school girl's wet dream.

"Wait, what's going on?" Philia looked around, "Where did this light come from?"

"You understand now yeah?" Aikuro undid his tie, sliding off.

"Understand what?" Ryuko tried to ignore the mood change.

"That Kamui is powered by your blood."

"Wait, how did you know it was called a Kamui?" Ryuko questioned.

"Oh? You know what it's called?" The man unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sexy, bare muscled chest. He posed with his head back, his shirt sliding down slowly.

"Why is he posing?" Philia whispered to Ryuko.

"I have no idea..."

"That uniform, created by your late father, Matoi Isshin, is a weapon whose power surpasses those of the Goku uniform."

'So, this 'God Robe' surpasses the Goku uniforms?' The older girl thought to herself. She eyes the sailor uniform, finally noting how much potential power she felt from it.

It wasn't that the uniform was just stronger, it felt... alive somehow... but not at the same time...?

"Only someone who can master such a tool is capable of defeating Kiriyuin Satsuki." Aikuro posed again, his coat somehow levitating.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Please stop posing..."

"Prove to me you are someone who is deserving of the answer." the teacher changed poses again.

"Come again?"

"The first order of business is the Captain of the Tennis Club, Hakodate Omiko." Another pose change, "if you can't master this Kamui and defeat her, you don't stand a chance against Satsuki."

Ryuko's blanket started to slide off, showing off her body. She panicked as she couldn't move, but Philia fixed it.

"And whaddabout me?" She questioned, eyes narrowed down.

"You?" He changed poses again, "you-"

A loud alarm blared out, signaling the beginning of class. Aikuro quickly changed back into Shaggy Rogers and plucked out the needles in Ryuko.

"Uh oh, better get a move on. Class will begin shortly." Ryuko quickly changed into Senketsu, blushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, and use this," he gave her a glove, "it's a Seki Tekko. It's make it easier to draw blood for your Kamui."

~ ~ ~

Out on the school's courtyard, the whole set had been renovated for the tennis team to practice. Everyone served their tennis ball and shot them at their targets as if they were using guns.

The Captain, served her own ball, and smacked it with her monster of a tennis racket. The ball span furiously before it was launched, shooting at a steel target of the Hokkaido district.

"Amazing results, Hakodate." Sanageyama complimented as he watched over the girl's training.

"Thank you sir, it's all thanks to this Goku Uniform Lady Satsuki gifted me."

The sounds of pain caught the two's attention and they looked over to see a circle of tennis players were all pelting Mako with tennis balls. Each of them putting all their effort into punishing the coconut.

"Ohhh! I hope I can still eat my lunch after this!" Mako groaned as a tennis ball hit her stomach particularly hard.

"Ya Yeet!" Someone shouted as Ryuko was flying over the circle of tennis girl and onto Mako.

"Thanks for the jump, Phil!" The girl cut Mako free of her bindings.

"Go get 'em girl!" She cheers.

"Oh? Come for another ass whooping?" The shark tooth girl grinned as her minions lined up behind her.

"Yeah right, this time it's gonna be different!" Ryuko yanked her switch and transformed.

A bloody mass of scarlet red strings and teeth biting down on her. A faint green glow could barely be see as the blood spills. The strings squeezed her tightly before wrapping onto her like fabric revealing her skimpy sailor uniform.

"That looked absolutely painful and horrifying, you masochist exhibitionist." Hakodate insulted, but truthfully that transformation kinda freaked her out.

"Shut it!" Ryuko yelled, but couldn't help but also notice her usual transformation was different as well. Her first transformation rough and gritty, like using sand paper to wipe yer ass.

Her second went similarly as well, but when Philia gave her that necklace, it changed. She would feel energized and more pumped everyday. And her transformation was still rough, but Senketsu didn't drink as much blood as he first did.

And now, with the Seki Tekko, she was like a cat that used premium gasoline. Though her engine, that being her body, wasn't used to such change.

"Whatever," Ryuko spat out some blood. "Bite me, I ain't a exhibitionist!"

"Regardless, the result will be the same," the tennis team lined up, "Tennis Club! 110 million cannonball serve!"

The team all toss up their tennis balls and launch them at Ryuko. The girl readies her scissor blade and slashes down the balls.

They fall to the ground unceremoniously before splitting into fifths. Ryuko smirks at her counter, only for a whistle to tweet out.

"Disqualified!!" Sayageyama shouts.

"Nani?"

"Yeah, you evaded Hakodate's attack, but cutting tennis balls is against the rules!" The green monkey explained. "As such you failed the match!"

. . .

"Tu peux répéter s'il te plait?" Philia spoke.

"Mōichido, onegaishimasu?" Ryuko said as well.

Sayageyama sighed, pinching his nose.

"Look, in case you haven't noticed, your in a tennis court!" The two look down to see the boy's word held true. "So if you didn't win according to the rules of tennis you didn't win!"

"Right you are, seaweed." Philia coughed.

"What?! Now you're getting picky?" Ryuko shakes her fist at the boy like an old man. "What about what happened yesterday-?"

"Yeah, well, doesn't matter, that was yesterday." Sayageyama couched out that shitty excuse.

"He's got a point dear," Philia mumbled.

"Shut up!" Ryuko growled. The back and forth went on for a bit, with Philia adding her own bits here and there. Hakodate just swapped back and forth, her scope swapping every now and then.

"It doesn't matter! You didn't win by the rules so you're disqualified!"

"No! Ryuko won!" Mako floated down next to Ryuko. Her bindings expands and fall right off. "Ryuko won! Ryuko won and I can totally prove it!"

Everyone stares dumbfounded as this girl appeared outta nowhere.

"Uh, okay-"

HALLELUJAH

"Oh shit it's god-" Philia panicked.

Mako appears in a pose, a holy light shining down from above.

"If Ryuko hadn't save me, I'd be totally dead right now!" She stated with such conviction. "And even though she technically lost like a dumbass, since Ryuko saved me, she automatically win with the power of friendship!"

The girl starts acting out several scenes, all too quick to follow.

"And everyone know if you win with friendship you win at life!"

"Well, she's not completely wrong-"

"But if you guys are gonna be cheaters you leave me no choice!" Mako stared menacingly ゴゴゴゴ.

"Ryuko will win!" Mako poses, "ya hear?! Even in tennis! Even in tennis!! Even in tennis!!!"

Everyone stands in silence as a tumbleweed rolls through the courtyard. Philia was then caught in the tumbleweed and was blown off.

There was a small chuckle, "I don't know what that was all about," Hakodate swings her racket, "but if she wants to challenge me, captain of the tennis club, to a tennis match, game on!"

Maki nodded before hopping to Ryuko's side. Philia was still caught in the tumbleweed, rolling around.

"A little help?!"

"Here ya go!" Mako handed the racket to the girl. Ryuko stared at Mako's innocent face before smiling.

"Alright I gotcha," the girl smiled, taking the racket. "Come on then! Let's do this!"

The whole setting changed to a new tennis court. There were spiked bleachers filled with students cheering and booing, Sayageyama was on a chair, acting as coach, and Philia was still caught in the tumbleweed.

"Would someone PLEASE HELP ME?!?"

The two girls, Ryuko and Hakodate, prepped themselves.

"One match and one match only!" Sayageyama shouts, "okay so who's serving?"

The blonde licks her teeth with her tongue. She grins swinging her racket.

"If the new girl wants to serve then fine by me."

"Okay," Ryuko bounces the ball, "get... READY!" She tosses the ball and swings her racket. The strings stretch out before launching the yellow ball at high speed.

Hakodate grins wider before she swings her own racket.

"Right back atcha!" She swings, sending the ball forward. It hits the ground, just barely staying within bounds before flying up.

Ryuko leaps up and catches the ball. The strings stretch before she slams it back to her opponent.

"No way!" The blonde blitzes the ball and with more force, slams her racket into the ball.

The ball is launched, it's speed leaving afterimages. It shoots forward, hitting the ground and just barely staying in bounds before it flies up.

But Ryuko manages to react and lunged in. She catches the ball, and swings. Her racket's strings stretch again, barely holding on-

Snap!

The string snap and the tennis ball shoots forward and impales itself onto a spike. Let's pour one for the homie.

"Love 15!" Sayageyama stated.

Ryuko simply smirked, tossing the ruined racket and getting another one.

The two faced off again, with Ryuko serving again. She tossed the ball and sent it flying.

The ball shot forward, only for Hakodate to swing in and catch the ball. It flew right back the Ryuko, who was prepared this time.

She swung her racket, using the actual metal frame of the racket to catch the ball. Her arm flexed tightly as the ball spun violently before it suddenly traveled up the racket and smashed into her face.

"I knew you were going to do that," the sharktooth girl grinned, "so I put a special spin on it."

Ryuko was sent flying as she smacked into the bleachers. Everyone eyes bulged as blood spewed from their nose.

The tumbleweed flew next to Mako, who was also goggling Ryuko, and Philia finally managed to get herself out.

"Ugh, finally!" She kicked the tumbleweed, which flew in the wind and smacked her in the face.

The woman turned to see how Ryuko was doing only to see her upside down on a spike, flashing everyone with her vajayjay.

"Great, first thing I see." She gets some bleach and pours it on her eyes.

"Woah! You're flashing the crowd Ryuko!!"

"Okay, that does it!" Senketsu then glows, the fabric resetting itself on her. It lets out a jet of steam, as Ryuko serves the ball.

"Here we," she smacks the ball, "GO!!" Everyone prepares themselves as the ball shines with red stars-

Crack!

Ryuko's tennis racket cracks before sharing into a million pieces. Her own strength far too great for the plastic.

"And fault!" Sayageyama shouts, "lmao."

"Ugh, damn it." Ryuko bounces a ball, and serves with a new racket. She holds back this time as not to destroy the racket... buuuuuuut she sucks at tennis and the balls ends up bouncing on her side.

"Double fault!!" Sayageyama shouts again.

"Man you really suck at this, huh?" Philia comments.

"Shut up! I'd like to see you do better!"

"Aight," Philia hops off the court and onto the bleacher. "Oi! Keener!"

The green haired boy turns to the woman, disdain clear on his face.

"Oi, spectators aren't allowed on the court." He jerks a thumb, "get lost."

"Yea, y'see I was wondering if I could do a little swapperoony with my girl Ryuko there?" She jerks a thumb at Ryuko who appeared to be arguing with her uniform?

"No can do, little lady." the boy's smirk then smoothed out into a smile, "though how about we get to know each other?"

"Ah come on Keener," Philia decided to name the boy that, "sure ya can't bend the rules? I mean, look at that. It's sad."

Ryuko was now yelling at the tennis ball, arguing about how stupid it was. And something told me she was losing the argument.

"No means no, and that's final." Philia's face scrunched up as she prepares to smack a bitch.

That beautiful golden light then shined out from above. Everyone looked up to the tower to see Satsuki in all her glory. Luckily, Philia came prepared as she pulled out a pair of sunnies.

"I will allow the tag out, Sayageyama." She declared.

"My lady... very well."

Ryuko stared at Satsuki before turning to Philia.

"Huh? What'd you do?" The woman took a racket and walked onto the court.

"Imma show ya I can do better." She took off her jacket, handing it to the girl. "Take a seat dusty, let a real amateur show you how it's done."

"Oh? A new opponent?" Hakodate's scope swaps, zooming in on Philia. "Well, it doesn't matter, I'll still crush you!"

Philia bounces the ball, readying herself. She closes her eyes taking a deep breath before serving.

The ball flies up before she smacks it. It shoots forward, bouncing once on the ground before Hakodate comes in.

"Too slow!" She swings, sending the ball forward. It smacks the ground, leaving a crater before bouncing up.

Philia barely reacts and lunges with her racket. She uses the rim like Ryuko did, and catches the ball.

Her arm flexes tightly, her face straining as she manages to send the ball right back at Hakodate.

The blonde smirks as she easily catches the ball, sending the ball back. This woman could barely keep up.

She wasn't even a quarter of the other transfer student. Though it was impressive she was able to play like this without a Goku Uniform or a Kamui. She might as well go easy on her. It'd be fun before she would utterly destroy her.

The two continue to play, Philia barely having time to react and the blonde easily returning.

"Hey!" Ryuko shouted, "how come your going easy on her?!" She complained.

"Don't worry transfer student," Hakodate swung, "you'll get you turn. Or are you that desperate for defeat?!"

Philia returns the ball, it flies forward and the blonde decided she had played long enough.

She swings and launches the ball. It bounces, cracking the concrete again before shooting up.

"Damn it," Philia eyes narrow down, before she sprints and leaps up a bit faster than before.

And reaches the ball and swings down her racket. The strings stretch, their whining warning about their snap. Her arms strain from the force, ready to snap themselves.

But Philia manages to save the racket (and her arms) and sends the ball right back at Hakodate. It shoots faster than before, bouncing off the cement.

But a regular human could never match a Goku Uniform. Hakodate blitzes the ball and smacks it down.

The ball spins against the crimsons strings, violently gaining energy only for it to spin off a string and into the blonde's face.

"Augh! Damn it!" The girl cursed as the ball bounces weakly and onto the court:

"Ya gonna count that or what?" Philia looked up to the coach. She quickly learned these guys wouldn't play fair, so she would have to be just as unfair. Copying that move wasn't too difficult.

"Uh, 15 - 30!!" He shouts.

"Alright!" Ryuko cheers, Philia smiles at the girl before tossing her racket at her.

"Aight, imma head out." She waves walking off.

"What?! You score one point and you quit?" Ryuko and Hakodate both yell.

"Excuse me? I don't have one of them uniforms! It was just barely keeping up!" Philia defended. "My arms hurt! Ryuko use yer super suit or whateve and finish this."

The woman crawled back onto the bleachers, lying down as she complained about her back.

Ryuko picked up Philia's racket. She noticed how strained the strings were, and how warped and bent the rim of the racket was. She wouldn't be surprised if it shattered right now.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, "these things break too easily. But I can't hold back, I need to beat this bitch."

"Ryuko," Senketsu voice called out. "Your scissor blade, use that. Its the only thing that can withstand our power!"

The girl realized her uniform was right. Her dad made that blade. And whatever the hell it was made of, he made sure it wouldn't break.

"I got it," she tossed away the worn out racket and pulled a thread from Senketsu.

"Mako! My scissor blade!" She called out.

Mako, who was asleep next to Philia, awakened. Her brain processed the command before she yoinked the blade and threw it.

Ryuko grabbed her weapon, the blade's edge stopping just centimeters from her neck.

She wrapped the thread around the scissor's handle, turning it into a makeshift tennis racket.

"Crafty aren't you?" Hakodate compliment with a smirk.

"What the-?" Sayageyama blew his whistle, pointing at Ryuko. "That is an illegal move! You're disquali-"

Once again, that light of dominance shined over everything. Satsuki tapped her sword, its clack gaining everyone's attention.

"Matoi... is allowed to use her scissor blade." She stated. She turned to Hakodate.

"I gifted that Goku Uniform to you because you showed you had potential." She taps her sword again, "Prove to these pigs that Honnoji Academy will reign supreme! Even when the odds are against us!!"

With that short, yet motivational speech, the crowd all cheer in excitement. Hakodate eyes burn with determination as she serves the ball.

"Of course my lady!" With great s