THE FRESH BLOOD HERO: SUKEBAN!

EPISODE 1: IT'S NOT PUBLIC INDECENCY IF IT'S JUST MY QUIRK

Rush hour traffic was quite possibly the worst villain of all; no one was safe as the offices and schools emptied out for the day, crowding the streets and sidewalks to the point that not even one small person could break through the impenetrable tide. This time of day was ripe with petty crime; small time thugs who thought they were the shit just because they were strong enough to out-muscle some delicate old lady and snag her purse. But those posers weren't why they were here.

"You'd think the CEO of a major company would be a lot more vulnerable in this position…" Ryuko sighed as she blew her hair from her face, her red streak catching the light before settling just outside her messy half-tail.

Ryuko Matoi was a 17 year old high school dropout currently seated on a park bench with the CEO of a massive clothing conglomerate that controlled 100% of the market, and yet, her sister was the one who looked so painfully out of place.

"These petty pickpockets aren't why we're here, we are here to observe hero activity." Satsuki could literally wear a garbage bag and look towering and graceful enough to bring a supermodel to her knees in submission, but she settled for the blue pantsuit today instead.

The short haired younger sister leaned her head back against the bench, staring up at the sky in boredom. "Yeah about that…" she groaned. "When you said observe hero activity over the phone, I thought we were gonna watch some epic loser get taken down by All Might or something,"

When Satsuki didn't answer, Ryuko looked up at her, watching as her intense blue eyes scanned each and every person who walked by. Whenever her big sis wanted to hang out, she would look like she wouldn't want to be anywhere else than with her, but right now she looked like she was ready for the toddler in the baby carriage to pull out a shiv and start swinging. She was tense, observant, like she was waiting for something.

"Why are we here anyway?" she finally asked.

She toed lightly at the rifle case at her feet, the inside hollowed out so that the weapon inside could properly fit. The shimmering red material bright and gleaming even after so much use; guess that's just how life fibers are. Beautiful and bright on the outside but deadly and destructive just past the surface. She propped her feet up on the case before Satsuki spoke again.

"When we destroyed Ragyo Kiryuin's vision of using life fibers to consume humanity, we knew that the primordial life fiber was the key to unraveling it all, and that once it fell the other life fibers would simply die off on their own in time." She explained, a breeze ruffling the sharp edges of her cropped hair. "Unfortunately, the Grand Couturier at REVOCS has suspicions of life fibers being stitched into the prototype costumes of Hero students, as a way to boost their endurance."

Ryuko stood up on the bench, eyes blown wide as she stared down at her still collected elder sister. "Are you frickin' serious?!" she yelled, oblivious to onlookers perplexed by her outburst. "I thought we got rid of all the left over life fibers? How many more even are there?!"

"It's difficult to say, but Iori has been tracking life fiber activity for years, it's unmistakable." Satsuki followed a business man on his cellphone, her eyes as sharp as steel as she watched a shiver travel up his spine, no doubt from feeling her eyes on his back.

Ryuko watched a group of high school girls walk by, each one smiling or laughing as they all walked together. "Which would mean… what exactly?"

Her sister finally stood, turning to meet icy blue eyes with a matching set. "It means that life fibers are still a threat that is very much alive, and our father's mission to protect humanity from such a plague is not yet finished."

The shorter of the two could see every ounce of agony in those eyes. Her big sis had spent her entire life drowning in an ideology she detested, dealing with their mother, and carrying on their father's legacy entirely on her own. Now that Ragyo was gone, Satsuki seemed to be finding some semblance of normalcy, something she could hold onto as she slowly moved forward. But her fight was still going, and she couldn't stop until the mission was done and the world was free of life fibers forever. How long would she remain stuck until she could finally move on?

Ryuko would be lying if she said she couldn't understand. In her eyes she'd barely known her father at all, and on more than one occasion had told herself she hated him. And yet, after he'd died she was willing to do anything and sacrifice everything to make sure his killer got what they deserved. Her dad was an old fart and a scumbag, and yeah he'd done what he had to save the world, but part of her just wanted a dad who would be there for her.

After staring into her sister's eyes for a good five minutes, she let out a groan and leaned back onto the bench. "Well you know me… I'm pretty much up for anything." Standing up and slinging her rifle case over her shoulder, Ryuko met Satsuki's eyes. "You're the boss, what do we do?"

It took her a minute to realize Satsuki was actually smiling, but it wasn't warm or full of pride, it was… sly?

"Actually, that's the other reason why we're here."

Ryuko didn't have an extra second to even react before her eyes were blown wide enough to pop out of her head. A fist the size of a building collided with her chest, splitting the bench in two and throwing her clean across the block into the side of a skyscraper. Her sister didn't even seem to react, merely smirking as her short hair billowed around her neck from the force of the swing.

Glass shattered all around her as she skidded against the cheap carpet of the business floor of the building, gaining shards in her arms and legs as well a nasty case of rug-burn on her cheek. Immediately she felt the warm tingle of the life fibers in her body pushing the glass out and stitching her skin back together by each delicate follicle of glowing red thread. Nothing could be done about her burnt cheek though, and it stung like a bitch.

Pulling herself up and sticking her head out of the hole her body made, Ryuko gave her sister a monster of a glare.

"What the hell Satsuki?!"

Despite the bench she was seated on being split into jagged splinters just before her thigh, Satsuki crossed her legs and smirked. The short-haired teen clenched her fist and grit her teeth, swearing under her breath and vowing to knock her big sis a new one when she got down there, but her attention was quickly swayed by a massive guttural roar.

Seeing the meat head who knocked her into a building pissed her off even more, his stupid brown dreadlocks pulled back around his brainless shark-shaped head. He was huge but he was an idiot, with a huge sack on his back as he stomped around the cityscape. Heroes were already on the scene, not seeming to notice her standing above them or even that the villain swatted her ass like she was fly up his nose.

Well this bug bites.

Thanking no one in particular that she'd clung to her rifle case when she got whacked, Ryuko unclipped the clasps, reaching inside and grinning when her fist closed around the gleaming red handle that was somehow always warm.

The case fell away, and for the first time since Honouji Academy sank into the sea, the Rending Scissors sparkled in the sun.

"You villains really piss me off sometimes… here I am trying to have a nice day with my big sis, and you toss me into a building like a frickin' ragdoll!"

Without another though she jumped from the busted window, a couple civilians down below screaming in horror but quickly shutting up when Ryuko landed (somewhat) gracefully on the giant idiot's back. She felt his muscles twitch beneath her sneakers, spasming like she was one hell of an itch;

"What the hell?!" he grunted, reaching his massive arms around to try and grab her, but she was quicker than that. She dodged every meaty paw, jamming the blade of her scissors into his fat palm with a spray of blood.

The idiot howled in pain before growling in fury, "You little bitch! I'll crush you!"

"Go ahead and try!" Ryuko spat back, jumping from his back as he swatted for her.

Civilians down below noticed her unfamiliar presence in the fight, pointing and snapping pictures while the actual heroes could only gawk in confusion. The idiot's giant arm would've collided with her body, had she not drawn her scissors, spinning her entire torso and cutting into his flesh like a saw. The spray of blood that followed doused the people below in a blanket of scarlet, a mix of disgusted screams and excited shouts of encouragement reaching her ears. The villain cried out in pain, clutching his shredded arm as Ryuko dug her blade into his back, hanging on for dear life as he thrashed about.

"God, would you shut up already?!" she yelled, her lips drawn over her teeth in a vicious snarl. She pushed her foot into his back, pulling her scissor's free and dropping fifty feet to the ground below, the asphalt breaking and creating skid-marks under her feet as she slowed to a stop. Her lungs heaved as she drew in large breaths of air, bruises forming on her body and forming ugly purple blotches.

She gripped the handles of her scissors tightly in her scraped-up knuckles, the hardened life fibers shimmering as the blades lengthened into Decapitation-Mode. Ryuko shouted out the name of her special move, the crowd behind her collectively gasping in awe. Civilians loved to point and look at anything shiny, but the pro heroes that were already on the scene didn't seem to agree.

"Young lady you need to stand back, or you'll get killed!" the hero Death-Arms called out.

The hero Kamui Woods was less concerned with her wellbeing so much as something much more noticeable. "And please miss, cover yourself!" Ryuko stared at his reddened cheeks with an unamused look on her face.

Her jeans and jacket had been destroyed when she collided with that skyscraper, the fabric ripping and revealing her in nothing more than her bra and underwear. While she hadn't felt embarrassed about her own nudity in quite some time, not everyone in Japan shared the Nudist-Beach way.

She rolled her eyes at the useless pencil-pushing heroes, "I'm busy." She barked.

"Busy?!"

Her skin shimmered in red flashes of light as the life fibers in her body quickly healed her wounds, a pair of green eyes behind the police tape staring in wonder as she sparkled like a crimson star.

The villain roared a nasty roar, his breath almost as ugly as his face. "Get out of my way you bimbo wannabe hero!" his massive paw of a hand came flying towards them, but Ryuko had raised her scissors, the blades piercing his meaty palm. But he clenched his fist around her anyway, his knuckles tightening around her body and squeezing her like a bug.

She beat and scratched and bit at him, but he only laughed his thunderous laugh, winding back his giant arm before he flung her like a tennis ball into the crowd of civilians. Ryuko's foot collided with some poor middle-schooler's head, and her face skidded across the ground like a tire. The street even started smoking as she landed in a pile of tangled limbs and bloodied flesh.

She tried to get back up, really, she did, but the only thing keeping her from passing out was her grip on her scissors. Her heart was racing, her lungs were burning, and a horrible soreness started to set into her muscles. This asshole villain was really wiping the floor with her, and it was kind of humiliating.

The rending scissors rattled against the asphalt as Ryuko's hands trembled, struggling to make herself stand up despite her body's screeching protests. She felt like crying, vomiting, and passing out, though maybe not in that order.

Wow, she was rusty.

"That's it… I'm done…" she raised her open palm and tapped the ground three times.

Someone grabbed her by the wrist and lifted her hand back up, but rather than encouragement to keep going, all Ryuko Matoi got was quirk-suppressing handcuffs locked tight around her wrist. "Good, because you're under arrest for interfering with the halting of villain activity… as well as public indecency." Kamui Woods tsked down at her, holding the other half of the handcuffs like a dog leash.

Ryuko blinked, her face morphing from exhausted to a mixture of shocked and pissed off.

"HUH?!"

No more than a few feet away, Satsuki Kiryuin smirked as she sipped delicately from a porcelain cup of tea.

Not far from her, a young boy with hair that looked like an un-mowed lawn finished a rough sketch of a half-naked girl with a giant pair of red scissors.

Hello! Don't worry, the next chapter of Inaudible Echo is currently in the works, but this idea was bouncing around in my head for months. a Crossover between My Hero Academia and Kill la Kill! My logic is that since in the canon of Kill la Kill, life fibers enhance human abilities, kinda like super hero steroids, and humans evolved with their help, so what if their influence on evolution created the existence of quirks as a whole?! Because the powers they give people are oddly specific to the person, kinda like quirks are. I'll explain the narrative further as the story goes on, but for now I hope you enjoy this chapter! Ciao!