Kill la Kill: Crimson Spirit

By VirusChris

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Summary: He's done it all. Save the multiverse, rescued the innocents, defeat evil world-ending beings, prevent disasters all before lunchtime. He's the strongest OP dimensional hopping hero… who's finally bored with the Hero biz. No more, this time around he's going to be normal! A normal life at a normal school with actual friends. And what better place than Honnouji Academy to attend for such normalcy? And if there's any trouble? What will he do? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

What? Doesn't concern him anymore… he'll leave it to other heroes to save the day themselves and sleep in the background. If only his life didn't get tangled with a girl with a scissor blade.

Tags: Adventure, Action, Comedy, Magic Girl, Superhero, Ecchi, Romance

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PROLOGUE: I Don't Want to Be A Hero Anymore

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"I AM THE GREAT ZATAN, DEMON LORD OF PORAGARAN! THE MASTER OF DARKNESS AND DEATH, ONE WHOSE VERY NAME SPREADS FEAR AND DESPAIR TO GROWN MEN AND HEROES ALIKE!" screamed a malevolent voice to the heavens.

A giant hulking red mass almost the size of a small mountain towered over floating platforms in his fiery domain. Large curved black horns, yellow glowing eyes, two large devil wings, four long lanky arms, and dark markings on its chest. Wearing nothing but a cloth around his waist with a demon skull for a belt.

"I HAVE AMASSED A HORDE OF THE GREATEST DEMONS AND MONSTERS ACROSS THE REALMS! REVIVED MY FULL POWER TO ITS ORIGINAL HORRORIFING FORM!" he boasted, "NONE COULD EVER HOPE TO BEAT MY HORDE AND THE GREAT ZALAN! LEGENDARY HEROES WITH THEIR DIVINE MIGHT HAVE ALL FALLEN BEFORE ME!"

This Overlord truly was the greatest in the realm… if he wasn't shaken with rage at this very moment.

"SO HOW…!?" he looked down to see his entire army before him.

All of them defeated. Bruised, battered, bloodied, and all dead.

"HOW DID SOME NO NAME BRAT BEST MY ARMY SINGLEHANDEDLY WITHOUT ANY WEAPONS OR DIVINE BLESSING?!" the Great Zatan bellowed as he watched as a single human boy walked up to him, lifting one of his commanders in the air with one hand while the eating he was using to munch on an apple.

A boy in a red hoodie.

The scrawny youth just smirked while he tossed the clearly larger than himself demon like a bag of flour as he glazed at the towering devil.

"Hey there!" the young man merely chuckled. Like greeting an old friend from a long time ago as he finished eating his apple. "You're the so-called Demon Lord I take it? Sorry about your guys, but they were kinda boring. Barely put up a fight."

The Great Zatan gained a tick mark on his forehead as he howled at the boy, "INSOLENT WHELP! YOU DARE–?!"

"Yup."

The only angered the Demon Lord even further, "CHILD YOU SHALL KNOW YOUR PLACE! I, THE GREAT ZATAN, WILL CRUSH YOU WHERE YOU STAND! AS MANY OF GREAT HEROES BEFORE YOU! YOU SHALL FEEL AGONY AND DESPAIR LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN! FOR THIS I ENSURE YOU! EVER SINCE THE DAY I WAS BIRTHED INTO THIS WORLD I ONLY HAVE KNOWN ONE THING! TO DOMINATE AND OBLITERATE THE MULTIVERSE! THE POWERS I HAVE BEEN GRANTED BY MY LOYAL FELLOWS EXTEND ACROSS THE GALAXIES THEMSELVES. FOR I HAVE–"

"STOP!" the boy suddenly cut him off.

"WH-WHAT?" Zatan stuttered. Surprised to be so blatantly shouted out by a mere human kid.

"Too long!" the lad held his hand up on a stop gesture, "Keep your background and threats under twenty words long at least! I can't keep up with everything at once with all that exposition. It's annoying dude. Sound like a Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain."

The Demon Lord just blinked–not comprehending what was told to him. The dark master simply stood still and stared blankly at the boy. Until Zatan's patience wavered and he exploded with rage, "THAT'S IT! YOU'RE KILLING YOU IN THE MOST PAINFUL, GRUESOME WAY POSSIBLE!"

In the blink of an eye, the great beast fell upon the boy. In a flurry of blurs, it launched a series of punches onto the earth where the human stood. Each of his punches were the sizes of buildings, slamming and cracking the ground into hundreds of debris. Something no ordinary or even gift warriors can even hope to dodge.

However…

The boy in red dodged each and every one of them without a sweat and effortlessly. He yawned as he danced between the punches at almost the speed of light, not worried in the slightest.

Zatan clenched his teeth as he tried even harder to crush the boy, but to no avail. He danced his attacks, mocking him as a result. One of his antics he jumped on his fist and turned to show his back, patting his butt while pulling his eyelid down and sticking his tongue at him.

This frustrated the Demon Lord to no end as he hastened his attacks. His desire to kill him increased each passing second. Sadly, no matter how fast or strong his punches came in he could not hit the boy. Even if his punches never landed the sheer air pressure would be enough to send him flying. Except, that wasn't the case.

He continued to jump on top of his fist and bounce off. Over and over again.

Zatan changed tactics and encased his fists in a blazing black aura, Dark Magic, and slammed his hands together on top of the boy. The 'hero' looked at the incoming handclap innocently until he was caught.

*SLAM*

The Demon Lord laughed, "MUWAHAHAHAHAHA! I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED A MORE FITTING END TO YOU, BUT I GREW WARY OF THIS EXERCISE! TIME TO… HMM?"

*BOOM*

Zatan's hands were flung apart abruptly, causing him to lose his balance and stumbled backwards. The dark master of his domain looked on stupefied as the boy landed softly on the ground with nary a scratch on him. Patting off the dust as he looked back up at him with a smile on his face.

"WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!" it was inconceivable for a human–let alone a child–to possess such power without divine blessing or even shrug off his dark magic so easily. Zatan was truly flabbergasted.

The boy stretched his right arm in a rotating motion, "Well. I guess that's it. I'm going to end this fight now. There's this special going on with a bakery shop I love and I hate to miss it and not get any of the goodies."

"BAKERY?! I'M GOING TO DESTROY THE MORTAL RACE AND CONQUER THE WORLD, AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT SWEETS?!"

"Well, a guy's gotta eat. And there's nothing more about important then food!" he smirked playfully–hands on his hips.

Zatan's boiling point had reached its breaking point and shot up beyond it as he flew back and gathered a large mass of energy in his maw. "I WILL KILL YOU!"

The boy stopped smirking and narrowed his eyes on the giant monster. His playfulness put away, his serious side shows and a blazing red aura surrounded his body. He hunched forward, placed his left foot forward, right foot back and left arm in front of his body. His right arm pulled back as a sphere of red-colored energy gathered at the palm of his hand.

A dark aura outlining around the red sphere at the same time.

"DIE!" the Great Demon Lord Zatan unleashed his more devastating attack in the form a purple railgun-powered beam from his mouth. It burned everything in its path as he aimed it to the ground. Scorching the earth beneath him.

As it got close to the boy, he flung his right arm forward. The energy sphere erupted into a giant red beam–with a dark aura case shining around it.

"CRIMSON CHAOS BEAM!"

The stream of energy overtook the Demon Lord's beam, which quickly grew in size and swallowed the purple beam whole. Until it reached Zatan and eventually engulfed the entirety of his being.

Only one thought echoed in his mind.

IMPOSSIBLE…

And soon, the Great Demon Lord Zatan was no more. Completely disintegrated into ashes. Only a small part of his horn was left. A piece big enough to fit in a person's palm.

The boy jumped from broken ground to broken ground in a matter of seconds to the spot where the Demon Lord was and took the broken horn as a souvenir.

He let out a disappointed sigh, "Another one bites the dust. Too easily. Again. You know it's kinda boring when you can one shot everything," he muttered to himself, but shrugged with a smile, "Oh well. Another one for the collection!"

He held up his pendant around his neck, hanging loosely on his chest, and allowed the horn to be absorbed inside of the black and white object.

[OBJECT COLLECTED: DEMON LORD ZATAN'S HORN], a feminine mechanic voice spoke up from the pendant, [WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAVE THE MEMORY OF THIS ADVENTURE?]

"Of course, as always."

[AFFIRMATIVE] as soon as the voice finished a greenish window appeared in front of the boy. Projecting from the pendant it showcased what he's done leading up to this point in this dimension he traveled in.

Looking over his work he nodded with satisfaction. Waving his hands, he displayed more windows showing all the other adventures and evil beings he's fought in the past.

As he continued to look over his work, his smile gradually turned faded away. Ever since he was young, he's been going off on adventures, one after another, saving worlds and helping people. He's been doing this for years now and he's hardly had any time to himself.

"Doesn't help I finished this adventure in a single day," he sighed, "After defeating that OTHER Overlord a few hours ago. Which would mark this as… the 13th one this week."

He stood there in silence for a moment, complementing over his achievements. Finally, he let out an irritated shout, "I NEED A VACATION!"

He threw his hands up in defeat. Honestly that's all he does. Go to another world, fight and defeat the threat of the world, move on to the next world and repeat the process. It's not like he hates his self-imposed job, but that's all he's ever done.

He hardly has any friends at all, because of his dimension jumping business. Except for one, his best friend. His partner.

Sadly, his partner is currently on vacation of his own and he doesn't want to bother him. It's been a month since he took his break. So, for now he's by himself.

And it's quite lonely.

"THAT'S IT! FROM TODAY I AM OFFICIALLY RETIRING! I DON'T WANT TO BE A HERO ANYMORE! I WANT TO BE NORMAL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" he announced to no one in the world with a booming voice–his arms outstretched to the skies. "… well until I decide to come out of retirement."

With that out of the way. What will he do? How would he be normal? How would he make actually friends? He's been mostly homeschooled his whole life, before venturing out at the age of ten with his parents and siblings' blessings so he's not sure where to go.

A light bulb lights up above his head, "Wait, I know! School! I never been to school before and that's where most normal people around my age go to! Studying, after school programs, hangouts at the mall, movies, and arcades! Goofing off and most importantly! Friends! Yes! That's what I'll do!"

He psyched himself up with excitement. This is a great idea! What could possibly go wrong? Except he doesn't know where he should go for a normal school life. His own home is pretty crazy itself and the other places he's been too were about equal as well. With Dragon Tamers, Magic Schools, and other wacky things.

He needed something to break from the craziness.

As he pondered how to do this, he snapped his fingers. THAT world was the answer! It's been his favorite for a while as he's been there a few times.

Deciding that was the most course of action, he took a hop and skip away from his current location to his next destination. Compared to the rest of the worlds he's been to, it was the most 'normal' in the sense. Plus, a guy owes him a favor so this was perfect.

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"Christopher Corona," a middle-age mustache man with a bad toupee dressed in a blue suit announced calmly as he lowered his documents, he was reading to address the boy sitting across from his desk, "To what do I own the pleasure?"

The black-haired youth, with snow white hues at the front tips of his hair, sat happily and blissfully across his old friend. Smiles all around.

"Greetings Mr. Prime Minister! It's been awhile!" the boy in the red hoodie waved playfully and overly friendly. "I hope you've been doing alright lately. Nothing that needs my attention, right?"

The elderly gentleman sighed, but out of fondness rather not discontent, "Thankfully, nothing. We don't need another incident where you've blown something up while fighting another monster, am I right my boy?"

The boy–named Chris–sweated profoundly, "Hey! It was only, like, once or twice that happened! Sometimes I had to get a little rough with them."

"Five. It was five times that involved something destructive to happen to the towns and cities."

The boy merely sweated so more with a forced smile on his face.

Placing the documents on the table and taking a sip of his tea, the Prime Minister looked stared at the boy and asked the question, "So, why are you here exactly?"

Chris straightened himself out and had a serious expression on his face, "I would like to go to school."

"Come again?" the old man blinked. That was an odd request.

"You heard me!" he saluted the Prime Minister while stay being serious, "I don't normally ask for favors, but I would like you to recommend me to any of the schools."

He arched an eyebrow, "I don't mind, but pray tell me why? I thought you enjoyed going out on adventures and being a hero?"

"That's the problem," the boy sighed, "I've tired of being a hero. I do like helping people and fighting baddies. Like a LOT with fighting. I've saved some cats here, rescued hostages, saved a woman from a monster, and stop a corrupted gang around these parts. But I've been doing this for years now and I want a break. So that's why," he paused dramatically and stood up, his foot on the sear as he pointed to the ceiling while keeping his eyes locked with the Prime Minister, "I want to retire and go on vacation!"

"By going to school?" the man blinked.

"Yeah! Of course! It's the perfect and logical way to go on vacation is by going to school! Right?"

The elderly man's jaw dropped a little while he stared at the smiling innocent boy. A yellow flowery aura appeared around him like a ring, blissfully unaware.

He sighed and shook his head, but with a faint smile on his face, Of course of all things he wants to do for his vacation is go to school. He is a strange boy after all.

The Prime Minister opened up one of the documents on his desk and looked through them. "Well if that's what you want, I won't stop you. I owe you a great debt of gratitude for your help in the past so getting you into a school around here should be no problem."

"Yay!" the boy in red jumped up in glee. Shaking with excitement that ill-benefit his age.

The Prime Minister smiled fondly, he couldn't help but see his childish side and make him think of the boy as his own grandson.

"However, I must warn you… recently most school across the region have, urm… for lack of better words… closed down," the gray-haired man coughed his throat uncomfortable.

"Huh? Why's that?" Chris folded his arm and tilted his head.

The Prime Minister looked up to the boy, "Well, apparently someone called the 'Kanto Vagabond, the Guitar Case Drifter' has been going around the region destroying all the school they attend to. I'm not exactly sure why. Even delinquents have a line they never cross."

"What?!" the boy jumped back in shock. Before he recomposed himself, he jumped onto the deck and grabbed the documents and scanned through the pages as quickly as he could, "So you're telling me there's NO school around here I can attend?!"

Not batting an eye as the Prime Minister is used to the boy's overly familiar antics as he paused to remember what schools that haven't been totally demolished yet.

"Hmm, I believe there's Naniwa Kinman High School that has openings," the Prime Minister rubbed his chin in thought.

The boy glanced at the page detailing it and blanched, "It's a sophisticated rich people school. No thanks, I'm not looking to get into a place only rich people can afford. Too much hassle to pay for books, not to mention some snobby folks I most likely will run into."

The Prime Minister had a feeling. The boy most likely will not get along with most of the students there and considering his overwhelming powers… that's a recipe for disaster. Sadly, there wasn't any other option, except for…

"Hmm? Hold on a minute, I found something," Chris turned to one page with a flier and looked at it. "Honnōji Academy? A highly prestigious school where all classes of life are welcome. Will teach you the necessary skills needed to success in life. The finest in teaching curriculums and activities to model you into the perfect student. Enroll today and graduate to become a success at everything."

The eyes of the Prime Minister widen in shock and terror. Surely, there's no way he'll apply there.

"So basically, it has clubs, classes, and is available for common people?" the blue-eyed youth stared at the flier. "That sounds so normal… I LOVE IT!"

"WHA–!?" the elderly sir nearly choked on his breath.

"This is perfect! I've been looking for a place like this!" Chris practically bounced up and down with joy upon finding something available. "Looks like there's an opening to attend. Awesome! Mr. Prime Minister please give me a recommendation to apply to this school!"

The man–still in shock–eyed the young man with an almost dead look in his eyes, "A-Are you certain? I know there's only two schools in the region that's still intact and has spots available. But, surely there's something better than this? What about your hometown?"

"Nope," he denied with X-crossed arms, "Way too crazy schools back home. I've fought monsters ever since I was a kid and I never got to experience going to school before in my life. I want to take a chance to live a normal life without the craziness and constant battles. I know what the other places are like and this one here is the perfect match for me. It's calling for me. I'm attending this school, no ands ifs or buts about it."

The Prime Minister continue to study the boy's face. No hint of hesitation or changing his mind present on his features. "Fine," he let out a defeated sigh, "I will sign the papers to enroll you there."

"YES! Thank you so much sir!" the boy screamed at the top of his lungs, "Finally, at long last! I'll be going to a normal school! I live like a normal kid, student, person! I can't wait. I'll make some actual friends like normal people do and for importantly… I won't be drawn back in fighting crazy monsters and doing heroic deeds! I'll leave that to the other heroes for now."

He basically twirled on the spot holding the flier. An expression of bliss and happiness drawn on his face without a care in the world. Not realizing what he's getting himself into.

Unfortunately, the Prime Minister knew and facepalmed. He knows what kind of boy this person is. How kind and considerate he can be. Knowing his personality and conscious, he's bound to attract attention.

"Oh right! Since I'm going to be a normal kid from now on, I will not use my abilities, weapons, and skills. No powers whatsoever from me," Chris psyched himself out as he began planning to gather his stuff to transfer, "I mean it's normal for students to jump from rooftop to rooftop to get to school, right? Or am I thinking something else?"

The Prime Minister sighed. Sorry Chris, but by going to this school. Your life will be anything, but normal.

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Days have passed since Chris had approached the Prime Minister to ask for a favor to attend a normal school. The boy has already gotten his belongs and earned an apartment in the 'Slums' area and finished setting everything up.

During that time, on his first day for school, a young girl appeared outside Honnō City standing on the bridge that connects Tokyo to the artificial island.

"There it is," the girl stated as she looked at the city. A row of bright giant red letters appearing in front of her face for a few seconds revealing her name.

Ryuko Matoi

"Honnōji Academy," the girl smirked as she strolled on ahead.

A strange crossing of fate has begun to thread itself together.

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PROLOGUE END

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CHAPTER 01 PREVIEW: Hey there, Chris here. It's a dream come true! I'm finally going to attend a normal school and be a normal person. Though I got to act the part and not draw attention myself. Being a nobody or loser works, right? It seems like everything is going smoothly until I ran this girl with a guitar case and red streak in her hair.

Seems like we're both transfer students so I hope we get along. I wish to say that until she started to pick a fight with someone called Kiryuin and now this school… wait, wait, wait?! What's going on! I thought this was a normal school! Why's everything acting so out of dimension!? Red letters that appear out of nowhere?! And transforming clothes?!

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… Well, it's not as crazy as the other places for school. This is still by far the most "normal" one of the bunches. Also, why is that Kiryuin lady eyeing me?

Stay tune for the next exciting part of this adventure! In Chapter 01: Welcome to Honnōji Academy, Ex-Hero!

I'll see you then!

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Author's Notes: How's it going guys? VirusChris is back with another fanfic story brewing in my mind. This one… I'm not sure what exactly started this fanfic to start showing up in my head. I guess with the Kill la Kill video game announced might've stirred that series back into my mind.

Not only that, I have dabbled with fanfics with this series from time to time and even listen to the music. However, I sadly missed watching the entire series when it aired on Toonami years ago much to my disappointment. I wish I did, I just watched the first episode for the very first time in English Dub and instantly loved it.

Now while writing this story I never WATCHED the entire series before. Only clips and fanfics have I gotten the basic idea and plot of the story. However, that's going to change soon. I plan on buying the Complete Series of Kill la Kill soon so I can have it anytime to watch and use as reference for my fanfic. As of right now… I haven't really seen the series so this Prologue chapter is about it until I watch more of the episodes and have better understanding of the show.

Plus want to get as accurate as possible for my fanfic.

When I was writing this chapter, I was debating whether I should go with a President CEO of a company that works for the Kiryuin Family or the Prime Minister as Ragyo has a lot of control over the world that even neither CEO or Prime Minister could hope for. Ultimately, I picked a Prime Minister, because a Prime Minister has more influence to work with in the story.

So far this is just a simply introduction of my story. I've read some deep and dramatic Kill la Kill fanfics, but I wanted to go with something silly and over-the-top like the series. So, I went with an overpowered MC for this story. I want to mirror the style of One Punch Man as that's the sort of idea I'm going for, for this fanfic.

However, despite him being OP he will NOT do anything… or anything of importance that much. He'll interfere when he needs to and trying to fit like a normal person while keeping his powers in check is going to be interesting to fit. Plus throwing him into Honnōji Academy is going to make for some interesting fun scenes.

He'll catch the eyes of Kiryuin, the Elite Four, Ryuko, and others and it won't be fun for him. Oh, and Mako too! So, don't take this story too seriously, but tell me what you guys think of the story.

One more note, I changed the Linebreaks around this time to X's to make it easier to separate scenes more.

Until next time, this is VirusChris signing off! Sayonara my Nakama! Laters!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Kill la Kill franchise nor its characters and lore. This story is purely for entertainment. They are owned by Kadokawa Shoten, Ryo Akizuki, and Trigger and their respective creators. I only own my original characters and elements to the story.

Start Time Stamp: November 11, 2018

Finish Time Stamp: December 8, 2018

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