Bountiful Blood - Kill La Kill Fanfic

Skill and Talent

I do not own Kill La Kill. Kill La Kill is owned by Trigger and its respectful owners.

Philia groaned as she opened her eyes, there she saw a bright light shining down on her.

'Hm, I guess I died...' she sighed, 'Though I assumed I'd be going down rather than up.'

"Philia? Are you awake?" a voice spoke. She assumed it was God, though God sounded familiar.

"Yeah, I guess." the girl grunted. A figure appeared above her, casting a shadow. "Though I expected eternal fires and torment rather than paradise." The figure moved closer revealing Ryuko's face.

"Oh, it's just you, Ryuko. Well, I guess that's the same as hell." Philia closed her eyes in acceptance before she was punched in the gut.

"Son of a-!" Philia threw a punch back at the punk, hitting her wounded side.

"GAH! DAMN IT!" Ryuko punched the shorter girl back, hitting the hole in her stomach.

What the hell was that for-, Augh!" Both idiots hissed as they held their wounds, glaring at each other. Philia raised her shirt revealing her whole body was bandaged. Red began bleeding through the gauze. Ryuko rushed to her friend's side, she also hissed in pain. Philia's side was bandaged and held a stain of red. Most of the girl's bandages were slowly turning red.

"Ah, damn it, Philia! You opened your stitches!" Ryuko heaved the shorter girl onto a cot. She checked her wounds before the door slammed open. Mako and her family rushed in, everyone asking questions and being a bother.

"So, what happened while I was out?" Philia held back a yell as Mako's dad redid her stitches. Ryuko sat next to her, Sukuyo reapplying the dressing on the girl. It seemed like the punk got into a fight she couldn't handle. But she didn't seem too hurt.

"Oh! Ryuko got her butt handed to her by some mohawk dude!" Mako answered. Ryuko shoved the coconut away, trying to avoid eye contact with the older girl.

"I did not! He cheated!" Ryuko growled as Mako hugged her. "He used a buncha of special weapons that worked against Senketsu and me!"

"He didn't even have a Goku uniform!" Mako added before Ryuko grabbed her in a headlock and gave her a noogie.

"Wowwwww... I leave for a one day, and ya get yer ass kicked by a practically naked man," Philia mocked but hissed with her stitches were done. "Thank ya, Mr. Mankanshoku. How'd ya manage that, girl? Ain't cha supposed to be superhuman with yer Kamui?"

"Like I said, he cheated!" Ryuko growled. "He didn't fight me fair and square! He used missiles and guns, and he kept on running away like a coward! Reminds me of someone else."

"Hey, I'm just surprised that it took someone that long to use their heads instead of their brawns to get ya. I mean, I would have done the same thing if I fought ya." the older girl wearily stood up, her body was sore as all balls and she felt exhausted, but she was otherwise fine. "But ya said he used special weapons? Like infused with Life Fibers?"

"I dunno, it was some shit like needles he fired from an Uzi." Ryuko walked over to a table where Senketsu lay. Philia could see numerous cuts and holes in the fabric, and that wasn't to mention the giant gash on the side. It was stitched together haphazardly but seemed to be healing. Injuries that would have normally healed or have been stitched back together remained. He looked rather rough, to be honest.

"He's alive, just knocked out, I think," she mumbled the last part. "I know he looks rough, but he's getting better. He was a helluva lot worse yesterday."

"What happened? Who did this to ya?" Philia turned to Ryuko, noting how tense she was. "I swear I'll find the bastard that did this and I'll kick his ass! For Senketsu and ya!"