"But, Madame Ragyo..." Is all what had managed to slip out of my mouth. My pink shoes were covered in red, but my dress seemed to fare well under these consequences. I looked quite nice in red.
"Listen, child, if you act like your father, you will suffer the same." Her radiant hair glistened in the sunlight as she strode down upon the, other wise, spotless marble floors.
Down at my feet was a body. One once full of dreams and sweetness. Now drained of all those dreams, and of blood.
At first, I pinched myself, hoping that, maybe, just maybe this was a nightmare... Of course it wasn't. My whole body was trembling-- no. Rigorously shaking. I bit my lip, now bleeding because of all the times I bit it before. Bit it before he died... Bit it before my father was murdered by Ragyo.
Ragyo... That name was now burnt into pea-sized mind.
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But, I hafta clear some things up before, okay?
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Two months before...
I was clickity-clackit-ing my new pink shoes down the marble floors. I decided to stride down the hallway like the princess I was. "Heehee." I giggled as I passed a few startled students. They stared at me like I was crazy. But of course I'm not, silly!
This was my new school. A private school for talented children. I fitted in perfectly. I was sent here by my father, a prestigious scientist by the name of ******* Harime. He had recently discovered that I was talented in my own ways. Idiot. But I loved him anyway.
I stared at the shiny, white marble floors and the sparkling, clean, white walls. It would do with a little pink, I supposed, but I kept it to myself. Only because I heard the principle of this fancy old school was seriously strict. What was her name... Oh yeah. It was Ragyo. Weird name, huh? Anyway, I had heard from a few... sources, that Madame Ragyo was magnificent. Well, maybe magnificent, but was she as cute as me?
Soon, I had my answer. The answer was no. But she was magnificent. No! Amazingly-magnificently-wonderfully-lovely! There she was, standing firmly rooted to the ground. She looked like she was about to welcome a genius-- me!
I pushed my blonde curls behind my ears and patted down my skirt. "Good morning, Madame Ragyo."
"Welcome." Her expression changed quickly. With a disappointed face she looked over me. "Who are you?"
"Nui Harime!" I smiled as I stared at her lovely, rainbow-colored hair.
"Nui Harime, you're not wearing the correct uniform." She stared at me now, almost into my soul. Though she was beautiful, she was an idiot, cuz, simply, I don't think I have a soul!
"Well, Miss R! Your uniforms aren't that important." I seemed to hit a nerve in her system.
"Clothes are a sin blah blah blah animals blah blah blah beautiful blah blah blah blah blah." She seemed to say. It almost seemed like she practiced the speech a million times.
"Yaaawwwwn!" I yawned loudly, which seemed to stop Ragyo and make all the students stop in their place. She stared at me slowly, and said, "You will wear my uniform. Even if I will force it on you."
Nope!
"Fight me with all ya got, sister!" I screamed with my smile.
"So be it." Ragyo gestured at me. "Take her out and I will give you whatever you like."
And so it started. Every single kid in that school chased after me and gave them all they got. Seemed they didn't have much, cuz I beat 'em all in one slash. Pathetic.
I looked back up to Miss Ragyo and smiled. "Is that all you got?"
But she looked pleased. "You are strong. Very strong. I will help you get stronger only if you wear my uniform."
I looked at her for a while. It wouldn't hurt right? "Okaaay~!" I smiled hastily.
She smiled back. But it seemed kind of... evil?
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Oh, and this story is a fanfiction of Kill la Kill. All characters belonge to (was it) Trigger and the Kill la Kill anime. Thanks so much!
