Kill la Kill: Headcase

Of Rounds & Rum

Honno City: No star Slums, 20XX, 2311

Takumi walked down the cold streets in the dead of night with a footlocker on his back while he holds a small flashlight to the piece of paper he was reading.

'Hello, Takumi

By the order of the student council president Kiryuin Satsuki you have been granted entry into Honnoji academy as at the rank of No Star. You have also been given an apartment in the No Star area at

155-455

Sincerely, Honnoji Academy'

The paper was given to him by a random one star courier who somehow followed him on top of a cell tower he was climbing while looking for collectables. He wasn't quite sure what to think about this, however he was confident that if it was a trap he could fight his way out.

Looking up he sees the 'apartment' that was now apparently his. Right next door was another small house which had the words 'Mankanshoku back alley doctor' on a big neon sign outside. Shrugging he walks over to his new 'house' and sets his footlocker onto the floor.

"I know you're in there." He shouts at the door while he unsheathes his tanto.

There's no response.

Opening up his footlocker her pulls out an optiwand and slid the camera under the door. Looking all around the room, it was far too dark to make out anything real, however after a quick check on the door he was able to at least conclude that the door wasn't booby trapped.

He puts away the optiwand and reaches back into his footlocker and pulls out a pistol and magazine.

"Ready or not here I come." He says as he clicks a round into the chamber.

Putting the keys into the door he peeks through with his pistol at the ready. Not seeing anyone he continues in, and only when he had fully inspected the small place he finally put the pistol away.

'Alright, it's just a, normal enough apartment I guess.' He thinks as he throws his footlocker down in the middle of the room.

The apartment was small, extremely, there were only two rooms. One extremely small kitchen and a slightly larger empty room. It was limited, but for his purposes it would have to do.

Opening up the footlocker he pulls out all of his goodies. A laptop, his iconic mark 14 combat armor, a grenade launcher which fires contact explosives, another grenade launcher which fires a remote detonated grenade which sticks to surfaces, many other various firearms, a couple boxes of ammo, a Matoi reloading set™, a Matoi build-a-bomb set (Patent pending), and finally a distilling kit.

Looking at all of the equipment strewn about he looks down at the clock and decides to set it up tomorrow. Taking a second and looking outside to his next-door neighbor's neon sign he thinks about how he should spruce up his own place as to not be outdone.

Taking a quick look into his kitchen he sees that he has a oddly large rack oven, however outside of that there was nothing of note.

'I guess I can make pastries.' He thinks trying to remember the recipes he would look over during his time in the basement.

Suddenly he thought of a genius thing to write up on his own Neon sign.

"Yes, Takumi's illegal munitions + Distillery + Sweets bakery!" He yells with all the enthusiasm he can muster after the day he just had.

This enthusiasm was exhausting, and it seemingly used the last of his energy as he promptly collapsed on the kitchen floor and fell asleep, preparing himself for whatever was to come tomorrow.