Threads Of Life: Kill La Kill x Male Reader

Prologue: Weaving Life

Key:

Y/N: "Hello" - Talking

Y/N: 'Hello' - Thoughts

Y/N: *Punch* - Actions

Y/N: "Hello" - Whisper

A/N: "Hello" - Author Note

Hello - Narration

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Orpheus: Hope you're ready for this story to come out. Sorry for the long wait and, as I have no actual idea as to how this story will turn out, bare with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll talk to you again at the end.

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{Third Person P.O.V}

In a dark room there is nothing, but the faint red glow in the center. No noise, not even a whimper. Only the red glow exists in this place. It is the only constant, the only thing the undisturbed air can count on. It is a realm in it of itself, detached from the rest of the world.

This peace is disturbed by the opening of the only door in. Light floods the room as the solitude is destroyed. A noise now permeates the room, the tapping of heels on the floor. The source slowly made her way to the center where the glow was.

From head to toe she was immaculately dressed with one key difference. While she was clothed in white her hand was stained crimson. She continued her trek to the center of the room. She stopped just short of the red glows source.

The glow, that gleamed ever so brightly, increased in intensity as if sensing the woman in front of it. Without a word spoken the woman offered the object in her hand up to the glow. Slowly, tendrils of red lowered from the glow. It gently picked up the object and moved it towards itself. The glow engulfed the object and glowed slightly brighter as if to show its pleasure.

The woman, satisfied with the glow's response, smiled and walked out of the room to wash her hand. The glow however examined the object. It learned it was a vital part of the species of the woman. It was an ingenious design but had so much room for improvement.

The glow realized so much more of what it had been given could be improved, it just needed to make it happen. The glow worked tirelessly to make it's masterpiece disturbing the quiet even more. The utopia of dust and isolation would never be the same.

The woman came back to the room the next day to see the glow still working tirelessly. The glow however glowed brightly, as if beckoning. The woman obliged it and made her way to the glow. It worked a bit more before it stopped glowing momentarily.

The woman was confused until she noticed the glow's source unravel. It opened to reveal the object and a new identical object. Tendrils reached into the cavity and removed the objects from itself giving both to the woman. She accepted them confused as to why there was a second.

Once the tendril from the glow dropped the new object into her hand she knew it was special. It was heavier than the original and glimmered in the red glow. She took both objects and once again left the room. Once gone the glow repaired its structure, waiting to see what its spark might do.

The woman disposed of the original object and noticed that the new object left no residue. She once more washed her hand and took the object to a laboratory. She passed a man on the way there whom she gave a quick glance to, one he half heartily reciprocated.

Near the back of the lab was a tube. It was filled with a saline solution with bubbles of oxygen randomly floating inside the solution. The woman opened the tube and dropped the object in. She then took a spool of red thread and connected it to a drip tube.