Episode 1

The morning was quiet, not a soul around as she walked the streets, in calm path to Honnouji Academy. Her feet scuffing to a beat on the concrete.

"In the dusty basement where we met.

I was surprised so much because you're talking now.

I gotta find the truth from many fights

But I'm all alone.

You're the only one who can help me out; we will be as one."

She stepped to the entrance of Honnouji Academy, stopped when she saw the school burst and blow with green tear gas. Ira Gamagori fell from the window of Class K, a deep and bellowing laughter heard as he fell eagle style. He landed on his feet as a young boy opened the door to exit, only to find the mighty man towering over him.

"You thought a tear gas bomb could save you?!" Gamagori shouted and the boy was thrown across the courtyard, stopping in front of the girl in a pile of dirt.

The boy pulled a 1 Star Goku Uniform from his arm and slipped it onto his body. No Star students couldn't have a legendary Goku Uniform and right before everyone the boy was committing a serious crime.

A Goku uniform is a special uniform that will enhance that wearer's body. Not just in appearance (in some cases) but is strength, agility, speed and stamina.

What makes these clothes so special? The fabric is infused with an amazing creation known as a Life Fiber. A 1 Star Goku uniform was the weakest of the uniforms but still very powerful. 1 Star Uniforms are 10% life fiber. 2 Star Uniforms are 20% life fiber, and the most powerful of all, were the 3 Star uniforms, which are, you guessed it, 30% life fiber.

Ira Gamagori was the chairman of the disciplinary committee and a proud wearer of a 3 Star Goku uniform. As such, he was a powerful man with a body to match his placement in the strict functions on Honnouji Academy. Gamagori was very tall and with his rage he seemed to grow bigger. Large, buff and blond slicked back hair, he was a serious man and always had been. As such, the perfect man to enforce the harsh rules of Honnouji Academy.

A soft and tired sigh left her lips. Anyone watching the battle between the dumb thief and Gamagori could see Mr. Discipline was going to win. Quietly and unnoticed, the girl pressed on to class. She made her way to an abandoned classroom. It wasn't abandoned because all the other students were watching the brawl but because it was the classroom that hosted the Independent Singing Club. And she was the soul member: Nikko Ishma.

Nikko was a second year, no star student with thick, long, bright pink hair that could only be described as... Lion-ous. Meaning when you say it, you thought of a lion's mane. But it was much curlier and softer than that and it showed. It cascaded down her back and shoulders and ended just above her buttocks in a cute point. But... the oddest thing sat upon her head. Thick tufts of hair that stood into points and when seen, one could assume she had pink cat ears but no. They are her hair.

Her eyes were big and surrounded by thick fans of eyelashes, glowing a deep hot pink with soft black pupils. Her eyes were always loving and a sweet smile could often be found, complimenting the bright colors. Her lips were full and pink.

She wasn't tall. Anywhere between 5'0 to 5'2. But what her body lacked in height was made up for by her thick, toned thighs and luscious FF breasts. Her body was strong and toned but that was under the thin layer of chub she had; Nikko being a sucker for greasy food. She was sexy in the thick, strong way. In short, she wasn't a twig. Her skin was soft and smooth and fair, and with such divine features one could only assume her beauty. And they would be right.

"LISTEN UP! STUDENTS OF HONNOUJI ACADEMY!"

Nikko peaked out the window as she took a seat in her chair that sat in front of her recording studio. She saw Gamagori shouting. What a loud man.

"SATSUKI KIRYUIN, YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT, CREATED THE LAWS OF THIS SCHOOL! AND AS LONG AS I'M ALIVE THOSE LAWS WILL BE UPHELD!"

As Gamagori shouted a light began to shine from a pedestal that overlooked the school. The Student Council President herself stood on that pedestal, her hands over her samurai sword.

Satsuki was a beautiful girl with dark, long, flowing hair that was perfectly straight, down the to bottom to her bangs that were at a slight slope. Her eyes were a deep. judgemental blue and she exuded high class and privilege. Like a queen who was above everyone. In this moment, upon her pedestal, she was above us all. Something more outstanding than her eyes though were her caterpillar eyebrows that made her always seem to glare. She was taller, with a very nice body but she was all muscle. She wasn't a stick, but just barely above.

When Satsuki appeared everyone soluted her and high- and - mighty- ness but Nikko just pushed her presence aside and turned on the record button to her systems. She began a lovely ballad, her voice was something of excellence and beauty and most likely, the only thing more beautiful than her face.

Nikko was a smart girl with amazing talent, a prodigy in everything she tried. She barely had to attend class and for the most part, didn't. She spent most time singing and writing and composing the music. She could sing anything. Any style, genre or pitch. The only thing Nikko was required to do was to sing a song every time Satsuki made a school appearance. Like when the national anthem is sung at a baseball game.

But even with the headphones over Nikko's ears she could Satsuki as she called to the students.

"Fear is freedom! Subjugation is liberation! Contradiction is truth! Those are the facts of this world! And you will all surrender to them, you pigs in human clothing!"

Satsuki was certainly a frightening woman.

Nikko, like many others, found it hard to say no to her.

A little bit more on beautiful cat girl: She was a no star. As such, the only students didn't talk to her and the other no stars were so intimidated by her beauty they also found her hard to approach. So, Nikko, had no friends. No BFF, no "Significant Other" and sadly, no family to go home to. As close to Satsuki as she was, being her personal songstress, she was treated highly. Gamagori, along with some other students who were Satsuki's right hand team, her elite four, only knew of Nikko through the presentations. Nikko never stayed after the song and Satsuki didn't seem to mind it either. Nikko lived in a fair condo apartment alone.

Well… she wasn't alone.

Her uniform lived with her. A beautiful pink uniform with short and tight pink shorts that hugged her thick butt in the most perfect way. The top of the uniform was a loose fitting white button up and a tight deep pink vest. The sleeves were long and a bit poofy, pink ribbons tied around her wrists between ruffles and also had little bells. The collar went all the way to her neck, laces falling down the front and laid over the vest. She wore thigh high white socks with pink ribbons on the ruffles that matched the sleeves and red pleather boots that went to her knees. In a sense, the uniform was adorably pink, the perfect lolita outfit. To match it, she wore tiny pink ribbon behind the hair that looked like ears.

She didn't wear the uniform often though. It would bite her and talk to her and it freaked people out when she relied back to it. The humans around her couldn't hear it and she seemed a bit… crazy. The uniform, as far as the voice could allow her to tell, was a boy. And it called itself Neko. Their names were so similar, she could assume only that fate had meant for her and the talking uniform to be together. But the uniform frightened her a bit too much and let it sit in her closet instead of wearing it. Each night she pricked her finger to wake the uniform up, smearing her blood along the ruffles that would hang on her neck and over her chest, and speak to it. Each night she asked "What are you?"

And Neko would answer the same thing each time.

"I don't know."

The next morning felt… different to Nikko as she rose out of bed. Something telling her that something was going to happen.

"Put me on today, Nikko." Neko said as she pulled the baby blue school skirt over her hips.

"You know I can't do that." Nikko replied.

"Why not? You won't get in trouble. That Satsuki girl likes you to much."

"I said no!" She voice was shaken and Neko looked at her calmly as she pulled her shirt over her head. She didn't say anything else to him and he shut his eyes, preparing to sleep and wait until his Nikko returned from school.

Ryuuko Matoi, a fiery girl with blazing blue eyes, medium black hair and a strand of red in front of her left eye glared at Honnouji Academy from the bottom of the city.

"There it is." She said to herself. "Honnouji Academy."

The long walk to the top of the city where Honnouji Academy sat was worth the exercise.

Ryuuko stopped at a fruit vendor on her way to the academy, purchasing a lemon and taking a bite out of the entire thing, peel and all. Her hands in the pocket of her jacket as she walked, a large case that looked to hold an instrument on her back. She walked through a part of the city that didn't match the academy's "Spit and Polish" features. The town was… ghetto and dirty. Drug addicts, prostitutes and unpleasant people as far as the eye could see.

As she walked the steps to the academy she encountered a young boy with medium hair, his bangs pulled up into a standing pony tail and sunglasses on top of his forehead. He smiled as he ran down the steps and when he nearly tripped over her he spun around and waved.

"Oops, sorry!" He called and hopped from the steps, sitting on a trash bag in an alley.

"That was a piece of cake!" The boy opened up his hand and to his disappointment found only the half eaten lemon Ryuuko had in her pocket. "What?! I could have sworn I grabbed her wallet!" The boy cried.

Ryuuko reached down, taking the lemon from his open hand.

"Stealing half-eaten lemons from people?" She asked as the boy stood. "Nice manors, kid." Ryuuko smirked. "Are you that desperate to swop spit with chicks?" Ryuuko stood in front of the boy.

"Don't get cute with me, bitch!" He glared. "I get way more action than you!" He held a fist in front of his face.

"Oh good. Then you can die without any regrets." Ryuuko said.

"Ha!" The boy called. "I was just gonna say that to you. Come on out, guys!"

Three more young. elementary school thugs joined the little boy and laughed at Ryuuko.

"Do you even know who you're dissin'? Me, Lightning Speed Mataro. And this is Honnou Town's blindest alley, my turf. Its a dead end for loser, hosts, thugs and scumbags, so if you want to get home in one piece, leave your wallet and step."

Ryuuko wasn't afraid, in fact, didn't even flinch when the boys appeared around her, the cool smirk painted on her face.

"Seriously?" She asked. "You know, this whole street-punk thing ain't workin' for ya. Same with your crue. These guys are like the goofiest gang ever. Anyway, if ya'll wanna pick a fight, that's cool with me. Let's do this."

The boys charged at her with their weapons on command by Mataro. She had them all beat to a pulp, her fists moving at amazing speeds, before they could even touch her.

"We give up, you win!" The boys all called, now curled on the ground and bowing.

"Wait, what the hell?" Ryuuko asked, confused by their sudden submission.

Mataro stood. "We weren't really gonna do anything. Yea, we are a passive aggressive gang."

Ryuuko found herself dumbstruck at this information then she smiled.

"I'm not gonna fight people who can't fight back. I'll let it slide this time." She passed the boys and continued on her way, the boys sighing in relief. She winced a bit when the sailing sound and a crash of a school bag sang through the air and hit Mataro square in the cheek, sending him in the air.

"Hold it!" A girl with a brown bowl cut called, talking Mataro down mid-air. Ryuuko watch this display with a sweat drop on her cheek.

"Muggin' folks at the crack of dawn again, huh?!" The girl asked as she pinned the boy to the ground in a painful arm lock.

"Crap, its my big sister!" Mataro cried as he was put into other painful holds that belonged on a wrestling mat.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to stop shaking people down and get your fanny to school?! You got a death wish or something?!" She glared at her little brother as he groaned in pain.

"Sorry sorry, I'm goin' I'm goin'!" Mataro cried in agony and he ran off with his gang boys.

"That dumb little jerk!" The girl said before turning to Ryuuko. " Sorry about that." The girl had a wide, somewhat dumb smile across her face. A bell rang, cutting off her sentence and she screamed about being late. She ran to a trolley packed with school kids, begging for people to let her on as it pulled away. To her surprise she was on the trolley in little time.

"What the hell? These people are crazy." Ryuuko said.

She continued up the steps to the school, stopping half way there was she heard something coming from another set of steps not far from her.

A girl with pink hair, her singing having stopped when she spotted Ryuuko, smiled and turned away again, heading up the stairs and continuing her cheerful toon.

"Who the hell is that? She's gorgeous. No was she lives in this ghetto place." Ryuuko pushed the beautiful girl to the back of her mind, but not before thinking how the simple blue inform didn't really suit her.

When Ryuuko arrived at the school the girl from before was standing at the entrance, looking up at the boy who had stolen the uniform from yesterday. Ryuuko walked up and stopped beside her, inhaling:

"This is a naked pig who broke the laws of Honnouji Academy. Justice has been served." She read the sign around the boys neck as his bloody body lay limp. "Huh, this city is dangerous, but the school sounds even worse. Interesting." The cool smirk on her face.

"That's the way things are here." Nikko's sweet voice rang out. Ryuuko looked at her, looking down a bit. She didn't look long because Nikko began walking, her hair and bossom bouncing with each step. "If you break the rules you better not get caught, or be on the president's good side."

"You're definitely tarty today, which one are you?" Ryuuko asked, her cool expression fading into awe when Nikko turned around and smiled.

"I'm on her good side."

And with that, Nikko vanished like a vision.

Ryuuko smirked again. "Yes, this place is very interesting."

Mr. Mikisugi was Ryuuko's teacher in class K.

"Everyone we have a new student joining us today. This is Ryuuko Matoi." He said lazily.

Ryuuko scoped out the class and to her surprise found the girl from this morning. Bowl Cut blinked herself awake, a snot bubble popping as she smiled.

"Ryuuko! Ryuuko! Come sit by me! Me!" The girl spazzed.

""Looks like you will be sitting next to Mako." Mikisugi said, a smile on his face. Not a genuine one though.

"My name is Mako Mankanshoku! It's nice to meet ya again and everything!" Mako said with a smile. She turned her head in an odd way, so much it seemed she could see Ryuuko upside down.

"The kid that student council purged, he the one out front?" Ryuuko asked, her thumb pointing behind her shoulder nonchalantly.

"Uh huh!" Mako confirmed. "That kind of thing happens a lot around here. Oh, but don't worry, you'll get used to it!"

As Mikisugi started his lesson Mako pulled out some food, scarfed it down and hung her head. Falling asleep there on the spot.

Ryuuko quickly found herself bored in her class, lazing back in her chair even more and looking out the window, seeing what there was to see. She smirked to herself when she saw through another window, her eyes finding a vision of pink Nikko didn't notice when Ryuuko saw her, continuing her song into the thick microphone that sat in front of her lips and a headset over her ears.

"Huh.." Ryuuko thought. "So the things on her head aren't her real ears after all."

A sound siren sounded through the school, signaling it was time for lunch to begin. Ryuuko strolled out of the classroom, only to hear someone crying out her name.

Ryuuko watched as Mako flew through the air, heading right at her with her arms out. Ryuuko coolly stepped out of the way, letting Mako tumble to the ground and crash into the floor.

"Awe, why did you dodge?" Mako asked.

"Because thats what people do when weirdos come flying at them." Ryuuko answered.

Ryuuko's shoulder was suddenly pushed forward and watched as Nikko hurried past her. Nikko turned and waved her hand at Ryuuko, her eyes apologetic before she turned back and ran down the courtyard.

"Hey, Mako, what can you tell me about that girl." Ryuuko said.

"Huh? The pink one? That's Nikko Ishma, the school prodigy."

"Prodigy? Is she the prodigy in big tits or something?"

"Haha! No, silly, it means she is a genius. She gets the best grades on every test and never has to attend class. She is a perfect study buddy and a good singer. She is also really really really nice to everyone! But I never see her hanging out with anybody." Mako said thoughtfully.

"Huh… no wonder I didn't see her in class." Ryuuko said.

"Oh, that reminds me! Since we are deskmates now we are totally besties. Oh, is that your guitar case? Come on, play something for me, won't ya? I'll sing!" Mako spazzed.

"God, would you calm down?" Ryuuko said, suddenly very tired from Mako's energy. "Listen, I want ya to tell me something else. What the deal is with this place, like, who is the top dog around here and stuff?"

The sound of a microphone echoed around them and Mako pulled Ryuuko down, making her bow alongside her and the rest of the students who were already there.

Ira Gamagori stepped out of a beam of light, between all the many bowing students.

"He looks like a big shot." Ryuuko said as she crouched down, no longer bowing.

"Yea, he is a three star." Mako said. She took the time to explain Goku Uniforms to Ryuuko.

"So what you're saying is that this Satsuki chick is top dog?" Ryuuko asked.

"Yea. And speak of the devil, that's her."

Satsuki headed down the stairs.

Nikko stood at the top, inhaling deeply next to the microphone. She let her voce ring over the speakers, her hand over her heart as she sang a heavenly melody about Honnouji Academy and Satsuki. One she had to sing every time Satsuki made a public appearance. Ryuuko didn't wait for the song to finish, even though she was impressed by Nikko's voice. Nikko was cut short when her eyes opened and she saw Ryuuko in Satsuki's path.

"Sorry to interrupt!" Ryuuko said. "But I hear you're the Queen Bee at this school. If you are, I got a question for ya."

Nikko was standing beside Satsuki now, an arm across her chest and a worried look on her face.

Boys jumped up to tackle Ryuuko for interrupting Satsuki and it made Nikko gasp. Something Satsuki happened to notice.

"Do you know her?" Satsuki asked quietly as Ryuuko beat them off with her guitar case.

"Not personally." Nikko answered.

Ryuuko's case popped open and she pulled out a beautiful red blade in the shape of half a scissor. Nikko's eyes sparkled at the site of it, being an enthusiast for marvelous weaponry. She watched Ryuuko spin the blade on her wrists with skill before pointing it at Satsuki.

Nikko heard a small sound from Satsuki and knew… Satsuki had seen this blade before.

"That's the hugest scissors ever!" Mako said.

"Yep. Its one half of a giant pair of scissors. And I have been looking all over the place the person who's got the other half." Ryuuko said. "Hey Pres, you okay? You look surprised to see this thing. Like maybe you've seen it before. You have seen it before, haven't you?!" Ryuuko was angry now, and so was Satsuki, her calm face now an icy glare.

"And what if I have?" Satsuki asked.

Ryuuko gasped and glared harder.

"You have seen it. You've got the other half of my scissors!" Ryuuko charged at Satsuki, getting ready to stab her when Nikko jumped between them. To her surprise a large boxing glove crashed into her side, then Ryuuko's back and sent them both flying into the crowd.

I quite wince came from Nikko's lips as she sat up next to Ryuuko. She wasn't hurt to badly thanks to Ryuuko's body shielding her in the tumbles, as she did the same for Ryuuko.

"Takaharu?" Satsuki asked. Her gaze quickly fell back on Nikko who was being helped up by Ryuuko.

"Yes, Takaharu Fukuroda, president of the boxing club." The boy was tricked out in his uniform. His giant boxing gloves made his short body seem even smaller, he wasn't a very attractive boy.

"I'll finish this insolent wench off, with your permission." He said.

"She's yours. Just don't hurt my songstress again." Satsuki said.

"Of course."

Nikko found herself tossed into the air where she landed on top of Mako, Mako's face disappearing into her bosom.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Nikko cried with a blush.

"It's okay, they're really quite nice." Mako said, a bit muffled.

"Oh, why thank you." Nikko smiled.

"Move it, out of my way!" Ryuuko screamed as she forced through the crowd, her blade hitting Takaharu's glove, the impact emitting a loud crash.

"What is that glove made out of iron or something?" Ryuuko asked.

"Ha! Don't you know a Goku Uniform when you see one?" Takaharu asked.

"What? You're not even wearing a uniform."

"What are you talking about? A boxer's uniform means gloves, trunks and other stuff! Lady Satsuki gave me this Athleticism-Augmenting Two-Star Goku Uniform. It infuses my boxing gloves with their power, making them harder than hard. Stronger than steel!" Takaharu said.

"I don't get what you're sayin' but if they're that hard then I guess I can stop pulling my own punches." Ryuuko turned her blade to the sharper side and Takaharu greeted her actions with a growl.

"You think I can't handle it?" He screamed and drew back his left fist. "Get ready! Here comes a left hook to rule your ass!"

Ryuuko was hit by what looked like multiple chains of smaller gloves, hitting her in the face time and time again.

"And another! And a look hook! And a right hook to finish you off!" Takaharu screamed, sending Ryuuko through the air and to the ground. Ryuuko's entire body was bruised as she lay on the ground.

Nikko watched in shock and fear for Ryuuko and then she scared herself when she thought, wishing Neko was with her. Why would she wish that? He bites her and scares her, but when she is wearing him… there is a settle feeling of safety when the fabrics hold her skin. It began to rain.

"I was hoping you'd prove to be more amusing." Satsuki said. "But you have no idea how to properly wield your weapon. Fool." And Satsuki began walking away.

"Hold it, you better tell me what you know or else!" Ryuuko said in a trembling voice. The trembling from pain and anger as she pulled herself to her feet.

"Shut your mouth!" Takaharu shouted and kicked her in the face. "No one speaks to Lady Satsuki that way, no one!" Ryuuko groaned as she fell to the ground again.

Nikko ran to Ryuuko's aid, only to stop when Satsuki spoke again.

"Confiscate her scissor blade." She ordered.

"Ma'am." Takaharu said and turned to take it, only to find Ryuuko standing again and using it as a crutch.

"No way." She groaned. "You'll never take this away from me!"

"Ryuuko stay down!" Nikko called, not to far from her. Mako had told Nikko Ryuuko's name.

Ryuuko ignored her and tried to strike Takaharu and missed, making him laugh.

"I saw that attack coming from a mile away, you rookie!" He cried. Ryuuko was bloodied and bruised and moving slower than ever. "I'm a boxer, remember?"

Ryuuko was suddenly running to the exit of the school.

"Ryuuko?" Mako called. "Are you going home?!"

Nikko watched as Ryuuko stole an old man's scooter and rode away, fleeing the scene as fast as possible. Ryuuko was an expert at retreating, it seemed.

"You idiot!"

Uzu Sanageyama was the athletics expert to the Elite Four, and more or less the boss of Takaharu. He had messy, green medium length hair and grey eyes.

Takaharu kneeled before him, apologizing.

"You let her mock Lady Satsuki. You let her escape. And you failed to take her weapon as ordered! A mistake made by a member of a club you run is your mistake, Sanageyama!" Gamagori shouted.

"Yea, I know!" Uzu laid out, louching into a chair and kicking his feet up onto a coffee table. "You think I've been punishing him for kicks, here?!" Sanageyama threw a stick as Takaharu. "By the way, the disciplinary committee should have stepped in when she bad mouthed Lady Satsuki. And that's your mistake, Gamagori." Sanageyama said with a smirk.

"I found some info on the new girl. She has been starting fights at other high schools in the eastern Kanto region. That's schools ruled by Honnouji Academy. Apparently they were personal spats. That's why we never received reports." Inumuta Houka was the information's specialist within the Elite Four. With glasses, a turtleneck and white hair to fit his computer geek act.

"Inform our branches to keep an eye out for her." Satsuki ordered.

"How shocking. The toad, the monkey and the dog all screwed up big time." Jakuzure Nonon smiled, waving her baton in front of her. She was a small girl decked out in a pink marching band uniform. Her hair was pink like Nikko's but Nikko's hair was a much, much lighter shade. Jakuzure looked an awful lot like a child.

"Hey, Satsuki, you wanted that blade taken. Is it something we should be that worried about?" Jakuzure asked.

"It's a weapon designed to combat Goku Uniforms." Satsuki answered.

"How does she have a weapon like that?" Gamagori asked.

"What's her name?" Satsuki asked Inumuta who turned back to his laptop.

"Ryuuko Matoi." He answered.

Satsuki pulled a tea cup away from her lips.

"Matoi, eh? That's interesting." She smirked and sipped her tea.

Nikko stood under an umbrella as she walked home in the rain, finding her home on the outskirts of the ghetto where not many people even lived.

She found she wasn't alone on her empty street when she saw the teacher from class K standing in front of her.

"May I help you?" She asked immediately.

"Actually its more about what I can do to help you." Misugi said and pulled his sunglasses off, holding out the hanger that held Neko in the air.

Her face paled and then she glared at the man. It wasn't scary, it wasn't menacing, but it confirmed for Misugi that the uniform was in fact hers.

"What do you want want with that?" Nikko asked as Neko opened its eyes. He had yellow, red and black eyes that fell on the top of the pink vest.

"Lets go inside and talk a while. I'll tell you everything I know about this article of… clothing."

Ryuuko stood in the rain at the site of a burnt down mansion, her body still hurt and face disappointed.

"Father…" She whispered. The memories were so clear in her mind. Her dad dying on the floor, her scissor blade in his hand. Running out to catch the murderer, only catching a glimpse of the other half of the blade, not the one holding it before they disappeared into the night. And the fire… that destroyed her entire home.

She stabbed the ground with her scissor blade and laid her head on the top in shame."I'm sorry, Father, I was this close to finding out who killed you." She inhaled sharply, crying in the rain. "If only I was strong enough I'd beat it out of her!"

Ryuuko gasped when the ground under her feet fell, revealing it to be a trap door. She screamed as she fell through, using whatever she could as tracktion. She crashed into an enormous and dusty basement, filled with piles and piles of old skirts and grey cloth of all sizes.

"Ow…" She groaned as she sat atop one of the piles. "I never knew we had such a big basement." She winced, finding a large cut on her arm from the fall. "Damn it…I tore open that cut again." She groaned.

Blood pooled and soaked through the clothes she sat on until they reached the bottom. She got off the pile, standing to find a way out of the basement she had only discovered at this very moment.

"Wait…" An eery male voice called to her, stopping her in her tracks.

"More… give me more…!" It called.

"Who's there?!" Ryuuko called, turning to find no one. They must have been hiding.

"More, I need more." The voice moaned. "Give me more! MORE!"

Ryuuko swung her blade at pieces of cloth that flew at her, cutting them in half to find what the true attacker was as it flew through the air.

"What the hell?! Is that a sailor suit?!" She cried and the suit pinned her to the stone wall.

"Don't leave! Put me on, put me on!" The uniform called, ripping her clothes off her shoulders.

"No! You perv!" She shouted.

"Wear me! And feed me blood!" The uniform kept using its sleeves to remove her clothing. "I don't wanna go back to sleep!"

"You talk?! Sailor suits don't talk!" Ryuuko cried in fear.

"We are wasting time, don't be scared! Put me on, put me on!" The uniformed screamed. He was black with a big yellow eye on one half of the collar and what could be called an eye patch over the other.

"Where did you learn to talk?!" Ryuuko cried.

"Never mind that! Put me on right now!" The uniform tackled her down to the floor. "Fine, I'll force you to put me on!"

"Stop it!" Ryuuko cried as her clothes were tossed aside and the uniform put himself on her.

"There, you see? Perfect fit!"

Some kind of reaction happened to Ryuuko's body when he uniform clothed her. Red light, like lightning shot from her body, proving the… amazement that came with the uniform.

Nikko arose from her bed, lazy and tired, she looked down at her knees that were still covered by a lavender comforter, the memory of last night playing in her head.

"He is called a Kamui. It is 100% Life Fiber and can bless the wearer with infinite power. Yours is not the only one out there but there is no other like it. Your kamui was created for you and only you, to not wear it would be to reject your fate. Please, wear it, and protect the world and learn your abilities."

"What will you do, Nikko?" Neko asked from her closet.

"Well… I was afraid of you, because I didn't know what you were. But I know now. And I know why you bite me. So… I guess I'll have to learn to trust you." And with that she put the uniform, along with a red glove given to her by Class K's teacher, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Its odd…" She said as she put ribbons in her hair.

"What is?" Neko asked.

"You feel softer than before."

"It is because I am happy. I had forgotten the way a body feels, how soft the skin can be." Neko's eyes shut and body began to wiggle and vibrate.

"H-hey, no vibrating!" Nikko protested and gasped, her pink eyes turning white. She saw blurry figures and a battle, people fighting and… something she couldn't place. She came back to this world with a sharp inhale and began to pant.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I should have warned you." Neko said.

"What.. was that..?" She asked.

"Its something I like to call future vision. When you wear me, you can see the future." He said.

"... I don't want to see unless I ask, okay?"

"Okay."

On Nikko's way to school, she wasn't afraid of Neko. He sat on her body silently, just enjoying the way it felt to be worn again when three large men surrounded her. They were adorned in the Honnouji one star Goku uniforms and they grabbed her by the arms, lifting her off the ground. She didn't protest. She didn't have to walk to school now and assumed this was because Satsuki wanted to see her. But she was wrong.

Upon arriving she was cuffed to a large X that stood off the ground, her body was turned up right while Mako, who was cuffed to another X, was upside down, her skirt on the bridge of showing everything. The Xs were put on a platform above a boxing arena in the middle of the courtyard.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Nikko called.

"Calm down, you'll find out soon enough." Sanageyama said as he stood beside Takaharu.

"Hey, new girl." Takaharu said into a microphone that echoed from speakers all over Honnou Town. "You listening?"

Nikko gulped.

"Nikko, feed me some of your blood. Let me help you escape." Neko said. No one else seemed to hear it and so, Nikko didn't reply to him.

"In an hour from now, we are going to execute your little friends, they are both accessories to your crimes of treason against Honnouji Academy. If you want to save their lives quit hiding like a coward. Show yourself!"

"Using hostages is kinda cleshay, don't you think?" Sanageyama asked.

"I had no other choice. If I fail again my Goku uniform will be taken away." Takaharu answered. "Since Mankanshoku and Ishma are the only ones we know of who actually spoke to the new girl I don't have any other option."

"Sounds like you have your priorities straight. Good. Now get out there, prove yourself." Sanageyama answered.

"Um, you know, you could always let us go." Nikko said softly.

"Shut up! Like I'd do that!" Takaharu shouted at her.

"Worth a shot…" She mumbled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh this is bad, this is bad…" Mako said, her uniform about ready to fall over her as she hung upside down. "Everyone at school is going to see my underwear now… Oh, I wish I had worn my sexy panties…" She whined.

"Um, I think you have bigger things to worry about, Mako…" Nikko said, her voice shaken.

"Bring out the vats!" Takaharu ordered and two large glass boxes of boiling oil was wheeled out and set in front of each girl.

"Behold!" Takaharu held a shrimp in his glove, covered it in bread crumbs and dipped it in the vat.

"No way! He's going to fry 'em!" Someone in the crowd of students said.

Nikko's face went pale and her mouth hung open, but no words were said. Only a low, quiet screeching noise of fear emitted her throat.

"No, no! If you dip me in the oil everyone will see through my uniform!" Mako whined.

"Mako I really can't tell if you're incredibly brave or incredibly stupid…" Nikko finally spoke.

"Don't worry, sis, I'll save you." Mataro said from in the crowd when he was stopped by a hooded figure.

Ryuuko lept through the air, stepping on the crowd members as she made her way Mako. Her blade cut into her bind and Ryuuko grabbed Mako, holding her like a board in one arm as she landed on the boxing arena.

"Nikko, feed me blood, let me help you escape. Listen to me." Neko called to her.

"So, new girl, we meet again." Takaharu said with a smirk.

"Using hostages to get me here is pretty low." She said.

"Why is she wearing that coat…"Nikko wondered quietly.

"It was the only way to get you here to fight." Takaharu said.

"You wanna fight so bad?" Ryuuko put Mako down. "Well here I am. Lets work this out, one on one."

"Well you're not in the club but I guess I can make an acception." Takaharu said. "Get ready!"

A bell went off.

"I'm going to haze you like a freshman!" He shouted and set off his attack.

The attack was strong, the impact not only heading to Ryuuko but also in Nikko's direction.

"Here comes my upper cut, its a real cork screw!" Takaharu called, his glove turning into a real drill. But he only hit her cloak, Ryuuko having left it in her place as she blocked with her blade.

Everyone gasped.

Ryuuko was dressed in black, skimpy suit of armor with red stripes. The top section of the armor covers Ryūko's neck, lower-jaw, arms, and upper breasts, and possesses a red, triangular ventilation grill centered on Ryūko's upper back. The top armor piece is connected to her skirt by three red strings (two in front, one in back), leaving everything between the underside of her breasts and her waist exposed. Her legs are also covered with thigh-height, high-heeled boots.

"Nikko feed me blood now!" Neko called, pulling her from her fear. The small gloves his around her, trying to hit the lever that would drop her in the vat, but one only pulled the pin from her glove and the X exploded with red energy.

All eyes fell on Nikko, all attacks stopping for a moment.

The wind blew, Nikko's hair flying around her as she felt Neko begin to transform.

Ryuuko, watched in amazement as Nikko sparkled in the air, her own Kamui changing into something of similarity to Ryuko's.

A deep pink tube top wrapped around her breasts, but the tube top appeared to be made of only ribbons, not solid cloth with the trail of ribbon falling down her back and a thin, see through layer of white fabric crawled up her cleavage and found a pink ribbon choker around her neck. Her skirt became a pink bikini bottom with ruffles that fell around her thighs and thin ribbon along the top, holding the ruffles in place. Around her lower stomach were more ruffles that turned into a very short skirt above the bikini. Her sleeves weren't really sleeves but pink gloves with a white stripe through the side and ended at her elbow. The gloves were fingerless but still held to her knuckles, four white blades shooting from the gloves on both hands like claws. Her boots matched her gloves in color and the stripe and went all the way to her thighs.

The parts of her hair that stood… were now real cat ears and hidden perfectly under the ruffles was a stubby but fluffy cat tail.

She landed on the boxing arena, her cheeks darkening to the same shade of red Ryuuko's were.

"You… have one too." Ryuuko said speechless.

Nikko could only nod shyly as she tried to cover herself with her arms, now standing beside Ryuuko. They could both feel the eyes that burned into their exposed flesh, two perfect girls, one skinny and one curvey, stood before their eyes. Envy and horny in the air.

"What- what the hell are you two wearing?!" Takaharu asked.

Nikko lowered her arms, realizing the ribbons didn't cover the lower half of her tits, but she got into a fighting stance alongside Ryuuko, her… claws… bared and ready.

"None of your business!" Ryuuko replied. Still holding off his boxing glove.

"You're cheating! Not only do you have back-up but you're both trying to distract me with your sexinesses!"

"No we are not!" Nikko called blushing.

"Yeah right! Its not my fault its like this!" Ryuuko said.

"Or mine!"

"You sluts! How dare you?! You're mocking a gentleman's sport!" Takaharu shouted.

"We are not! You're the one panting over us like a dog!" Nikko said.

"Alright," Takaharu said, stepping back. "In that case i'm stripping down too." And he grabbed the hem of his shorts.

"P-Pervert!" Nikko called.

"Now who's doing the mockin'?!"

Takaharu pulled chain on his glove and giant metal bricks with spikes all over them.

Ryuuko gasped and Nikko hid behind her.

"Time to take off the soft gloves I use for away matches and bring the pain." He held the glove over their heads. "Behold! I bet you're asking yourself 'why did he wrap them?' Because no one else would fight me if I didn't! When I bair them for all the world to see I feel even stronger! Its my Goku Uniform!" He screamed.

"I don't know the rules of boxing but I'm pretty sure those are illegal." Ryuuko said. "Oh well, bring it on." Ryuuko smirked.

The bell rang.

"Hold it. This is a one-on-one match. One of you has to step out." Takaharu said.

"He is right, Nikko. You can show me what your uniform can do another time but for now, just see what I can do." Ryuuko smiled at her.

Nikko looked up at Ryuuko with eyes in awe, her cheeks burning now with embarrassment but the way when someone is talking to their crush.

"You sit on the side lines and try to stay out of the way, if something goes wrong you can help me outa here."

"Right." Nikko smiled a sweet at Ryuuko and stepped aside, standing on the arena still but on the outside of the ropes, hanging in. She focused for a moment and the claws retracted to normal lengths, sitting over her knuckles.

"I couldn't tell what you were hiding under that cloak of yours but now that you're half naked I'm gonna rip that bikini to shreds!" His glove began to spin again. "And send you flying!"

Upon impact with Ryuuko's armor the glove shattered and a smile spread across Nikko's face.

"Looks like your glove's not the only thing that turns to steal." Ryuuko said. "So does my outfit."

Ryuuko stood her ground, each quick attack Takaharu threw at her couldn't even push her.

"Geez, you call those punches? Because I'm not feeling anything!"

"Wooh! Way to go Ryuuko!" Nikko cheered and jumped, finding herself leaping several feet in the air and landing again, perfectly on her feet. "Woah."

"Woah! What are they wearing?" Jakuzare asked from the pedestal they all stood on.

"I think they're Goku uniforms." Inumuta answered.

"Woah!" Mako said from the crowd. "I didn't know Ryuuko new how to box!"

"Yea, I don't think she really does." Mataro said. "But she is so freaking awesome. Her friend too. So freakin' awesome! So unbelievably awesome!" His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he oggled them.

"Okay… now I get to have some fun!" Ryuko shouted and the uniform released steam and got even tighter. She jumped into action, dodging and looping around each attack. She turned her scissor around and slammed it into Takaharu's face, calling it a left jab. Then back around, stabbing into his stomach with a "Right hook" and then an "Uppercut" Sending Takaharu flying. And finally, a right straight and she reappeared across the arena, kneeling with her blade in hand. Takaharu's uniform split and Nikko's eyes watched a red string float and be sucked into Ryuuko's uniform. But she soon covered her eyes, seeing how Takaharu was naked on the arena floor. No one wants to see that.

"Now, its time to finish you off!" Ryuuko hooked her blade under Takaharu, sending him flying, headed right for Satsuki. A wall of students caught him the the Elite Four jumped in the way to shield her from the blood splatter, only to have some splash on her cheek.

The loudest gasp came from Nikko as she covered her mouth with her hands. She knew better than anyone just how bad it was to do something like that to Satsuki. Satsuki simply wiped it away.

"How dare you?!" Sanageyama cried and crawled over the ropes, only to be met by Nikko who bared her teeth, that at this moment were unnaturally sharp, and she hissed like a leopard, a perfect imitation. This, for once in her life, made Nikko appear very frightening.

"Stand down." Satsuki called to her man. "New girl, Nikko. Where did you get your hands on that outfit?"

Ryuuko kicked up the microphone catching it in her hand.

"I got it from my father." She answered and passed it to Nikko.

"I don't know who gave it to me. As far as I can remember it has always been my property."

Satsuki's eyes narrowed at the girls, still in their sexy get ups.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yea, really." Ryuuko said, holding the mic once again. "And are ya seeing this scissor blade? It was left behind by the same scum bag that killed him!"

Nikko blinked.

"And now, you're gonna tell me, who this belongs to!" Ryuuko growled. "Satsuki Kiryuin."