Bountiful Blood - Kill La Kill Fanfic

Growing Up the Ranks

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

Deep underground, in the sewer systems of Japan, multiple men were running for their lives. A squad of men were firing their rifles as they panicked. They had little to no clothes, only wearing the bare minimum with tactical vests and pouches.

"We need to get to the extraction point!" The naked man yelled as he fired his rifle. Needles shot out like rain, piercing an unknown formless mass. Multiple threads wriggled and moved before a tendril shot out.

The agent didn't have time to react and was impaled. He wheezed and looked down to see he a red tendril of threads through his stomach. Without hesitation, he reaches for a belt of grenades, but more tendrils shot into him.

"No!!" Another agent reached for his comrade but was held back. The group watched as the man was yanked into the writhing mass, his body disappearing in the darkness.

"We need to go, now!" The leader yelled. He threw several canisters that spewed out a gas. The mass let out a screech crawling back. This gave the men a chance to flee.

"This is agent Daisuke! We're nearing the extraction point! Be prepared as we have multiple hostiles pursuing us!" The man fired his SMG, needles firing out. It hit another mass that hissed before running away.

The group rushed through the sewer system, maintaining their sights of any more of the writhing masses. They were originally a scouting party, but it was quickly apparent they were severely outmatched.

Another agent was quickly snatched, his body screaming as he was pulled into the shadows. The men continued forward, trying to find their way through the maze.

"We're almost there!" Daisuke yelled at his two remaining men. They nodded, but it was clear they were on their last threads.

"This is Mikisugi Aikuro," the radio yelled, "What's your status?"

"Sir, we're-" he didn't finish as a tendril pierced his back. He coughed up blood, looking down to see his lung was shot. He turned to his remaining men, seeing one of them tangled in a web of threads. The other was firing at an unknown mass in the shadows.

"Hello? Are you there?! What's your situation?" The radio crackled, the voice echoing through the tunnels.

The man cough again, more blood spilling out. His lips were painted red, but he tried his best to speak. He raised the radio to his mouth, and opened his mouth but froze. Right above him was the mass that had impaled him. A mouth opened revealing a maw filled with needle sharp threads forming teeth.

"God damn you abominations!!" He yelled as it lunged at him.

On the other side of the radio, Mikisugi yelled, hoping for a response. But all he got was static.

"Damn it!" A growled, slamming a hand down. He was in his super suave sexy persona, but his nipples were shining as brightly. He sat down, lighting a cigarette as he viewed the recording the team had.

There have been reports from his organization; Nudist Beach, that there was suspicious activity underneath a district of a city. They sent a scouting squad to secure their home base, but it was clear things were not okay.

The hidden agent looked at a paused video of an agent being attacked. It was a writhing mass of crimson-red threads, formless with the exception of tendrils with needle sharp points. While their anti Life Fiber equipment wasn't totally useless, it might as well have been.

"What to do..." The man tapped his cigarette, flicking ash into a tray. This was a new enemy that obviously connected to the Life Fibers, but they were in the dark. Should they send another squad, well equipped and prepared?