The Misadventures of Fanty and Pitch Black---Chap. Four
The room he appeared in happened to be a living room of a different person's, and in the distance he could hear the furious typing on a computer keyboard. The living room was simple, yet Pitch had an immediate drawing to it. Must be the black painted bookshelves. They held many thick books as well as encyclopedias that looked ancient, but more than just decoration. The floor was of dark wood, and a nice TV sat below a big window, shining light into the airy room. Pitch walked a bit towards the room with the typing sound, noticing many pictures hung up on walls as well as certificates and photos of movie characters. The walls in the entire flat were a rich purple, and he passed a small room used as a kitchen with a mini fridge and a small elegant table in the middle, with three, mahogany chairs. They looked quite comfortable.
"I like this person's taste in a home. Nice and cozy." Pitch mumbled to himself, ducking into another room with the same purple walls and wooden flooring. This room was obviously a bedroom, judging by the quilted bed in the corner of the room near the curtained window. There were multiple rugs of eggplant purple and dark brown, fuzzy beneath his feet. He looked up at the light fixture, feeling the fan turn slowly. He was surprised to see a poster up there of a man that looked almost like him, but in tight jeans and a white t-shirt, and looked soaked in water. Pitch made a face, feeling really strange at that familiar face, before turning to the person that sat in a black swivel chair at the wooden desk.
He nearly jumped back noticing the girl was staring right at him, unafraid.
This strange girl wore light blue jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and glasses. Her purple hair framed her face and almost reached her hips. The girl did not smile, just stared at him with mild interest. Pitch moved to the right, then slowly to the left, and once he noticed her eyes were following his movements, he felt both relieved and shocked.
"So another freak can see me." Pitch breathed, not looking away from her. Let's see if she'll react like Fanty does.
The girl merely scoffed, looked him up and down, and said with a smirk on her face, "Please, go look in a mirror."
Pitch felt his non-existent eyebrows rise upwards. Now that was bold, even against a Boogeyman.
"Do you know who I am?" Pitch demanded, taking a step towards this new girl.
"Do you know who I am, Boogeyman?" the girl raised a brow teasingly, "I'm Queen of the Universe, and everyone-including you-are my loyal subjects. Now bow before me."
Pitch couldn't help but crack a toothy grin, and his smile was contagious, for it caused this girl to silently laugh as she got up from her sleek desk. She brushed some hair back before turning towards Pitch with a curious smile on her face. Pitch eyed her, smirking.
"I like you." He said lowly, causing the girl to have a quick blush before shaking it off. She was a tough-nugget like that.
"That's a relief." She said, craning her neck to look at her ceiling poster of her favorite singer, Koz. Pitch felt his upper lip curl. He didn't want to look at that doppelganger poster up there.
"May I ask your name?" Pitch asked, folding his hands behind his back.
The girl stuck out a hand, and Pitch slowly shook it. "I'm Mystic Hawk. I'm one of Fanty's friends," she noticed the look on Pitch's face, "Yes, we heard the ruckus down there. It was hard to ignore it. Did Emma really shoot you with a Nerf gun?"
"She did indeed."
That sent Mystic into cahoots. She clutched at her stomach while holding up a finger to make him wait. She finally sighed, took off her glasses, wiped them, and then put them back on, still giggling. "Wait, so she really shot you in the butt? We all heard a high pitched scream, but we knew even Emma can't make a noise like that! You sounded like a cat in heat when you scream."
"I do not!" Pitch protested, but Mystic was already laughing once more, having the need to sit down in order not to pee her pants. The last time she peed her pants laughing was when she and Drago caught Fanty in the middle of dancing to Boogey Wonderland in nothing but her underwear, a button up, and no, not socks, but swim flippers while holding a pink hairbrush. Just the memory of that hilarious moment made her laugh harder.
Pitch frowned, not finding anything amusing at all. So without another word, he disappeared and reappeared into another apartment. This one, literally screamed pink. It slightly scared him. There was graffiti all over the walls, and surprisingly, none of them had written profanity like he's seen in the cities. His favorite one was a long tag that had the word 'fuck' stretched around the base of this brick building, so it looked like a good long 'fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck'. He laughed for days.
HehâŠgood long fuck. That sounds kinky. His mind snickered, and Pitch growled for that annoying voice to stop.
A giant flat screen TV hung on the wall with the most colorful and large graffiti, and comfortable looking black leather couches surrounded the living room with stylish pillows. The kitchen was enormous, with a fully prepared table with the whole shebang, including fire truck red candles and glassware. He had to admit it, this person was extremely brave to decorate their home like this funky. If he lived here, his eyes would hurt after three hours from the pink walls.
"Hey, you mind? I'm about to leave." A friendly voice came.
Pitch looked at the direction of where he assumed an office was, and there before him stood Star with her shining brown hair tucked into a high ponytail, and thick black sunglasses that hid her big, emerald eyes. She donned light green leggings and a white tutu with green glitter on it, had at least four wooden bracelets on her left arm and had lavender colored nails. Her lime green t-shirt had big, bubbly yellow letters that simply said 'Hey' and she donned a brown leather jacket for the afternoon, windy chill.
"Good God, you're like a grown Sophie Bennett." Pitch blurted, not guilty of it at all.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing. I really shouldn't be surprised Fanty has strange friends now, but I still am." Pitch shrugged nonchalantly, "You go out like that every day?"
"Yep. And no judging, because you can't talk. Take a look in the mirror before you walk down the street," Star winked as she passed him with her stylish gait, "such a shame a good-looking bod is hidden under a black tarp."
"-!? It's a robe!" Pitch protested, folding his V-neck closed a bit more and pulling his leg forward to hide his crotch. He felt naked, and it wasn't a good feeling.
"Don't kill anyone, or I'll feed you cupcakes until you explode all over the walls." Star casually said, picking up her car keys and pocketbook.
"I'll end up like your graffiti. Hopefully I'm not going to end up as written profanity." Pitch muttered, but sneered as Star grinned, showing her pearly whites.
Once Star left with Drago and Pitch was on his own again, he wandered and meandered to his heart's content. He had to admit, he was starting to grow a fondness for this building. He found Drago's apartment, and it was mostly cluttered and decorated with beautiful antiques and rustic décor. There was a cherry wood desk in the corner of her room with a well-working computer, and piles of papers and archives filled up all the nooks and crannies of that desk. The bookshelves were organized as can be, though. Pitch had to say, he liked the kitchen the best. He didn't know how a Hobbit themed kitchen would be pulled off so well! The apartment, besides clutter, gave off a feeling of homey comfort, and it made Pitch linger a little longer than the others. Well, he would have stuck around if it wasn't for this mangy puppy that was black with gold cheeks and paws that kept yapping up a storm at him and tugging on his robe with his teeth. The last thing Pitch needed was worn-and-torn clothing. So after frightening the puppy by making a growling noise and baring his teeth, he slunked into a shadow and reappeared in yet another room.
Now, you would expect the whole 'let's describe the décor and what the place looks like because the writer is stalling', but no, the first thing Pitch noticed immediately was that, yes, the occupant of this newly found apartment was waiting for him. She lurked right at the darkest spot in her home, which was right behind a painted rocking chair with dark floral pillows. Just as Pitch emerged, the girl shrieked and gave him a good whack with a rolled up People magazine. Pitch yelped and clutched his ear, his hearing thudding a bit before he shook his head.
"What in devil's name-?!" he started, glaring at the girl.
"Fanty warned me you're sneaking around here! Really? Breaking and entering people's apartments? Shouldn't you just knock!? You scared the living daylights out of me!" Xion scolded, shaking her rolled up magazine at him.
"Good, I prefer the dark rather than daylight. Who the hell are you?" Pitch muttered, rubbing the back of his head.
"I'm Xion Five. Now can you please leave? I've got business to do." Xion dropped her magazine as she crossed over to the purple and black striped couches and sitting down.
Before Pitch could ask what she was so busy with that she must ignore a guest, she un-paused an anime movie called Howls' Moving Castle. Pitch gave her a look. "Ah yes, movie watching is serious business. Don't mind me, I'll just be leaving."
"Before you go, you could have some of those strawberry and vanilla cupcakes Star left for me. They have gummy bears on them, they're really good." Xion said, not tearing her eyes away from the screen.
Pitch made a face, but then felt his face fall into shock as he saw the open room used as a display room and an office space. There was a polished desk with a super thin, black laptop and silver mouse, dark bookcases much like the ones in Mystic's apartment, but other than that, he was amazed at the homemade costumes and weaponry that hung on walls and were on mannequins. Some looked like dark Lolita dresses, others looked Elven-like, and some looked like royal mages or even frilly princess stuff. He guessed the clothing was inspired by the anime Xion watched. He especially liked the steampunk jumpsuit with the dark red goggles. Apparently she painted those goggles herself, from what it looked like up close. On the walls hung homemade weapons from anime shows as well, like throwing knives, hammers, magic wands, even giant things like shepherd's crooks, staffs and a scythe that he absolutely wanted to steal, except it was light purple with stars on it.
Wow, she really has a talent in making this sort of stuff, Pitch thought, peering at a neon blue wig that almost reached the floor, so that's why she called it 'business.'
After content goodbyes, Pitch finally met Lil Angel, who was Fanty's neighbor that took care of the Bennett children. Pitch couldn't help but keep her at bay since she was affiliated with those children, but he had to admit she was a very eccentric and friendly person much like Fanty and her friends as well. He only had a peek of her apartment, which was very modern and had many things that were light purple but also light blue, yellow and red. The fuzzy floor was white, and the walls were a cream color that complimented the comfortably sized kitchen that looked as if a batter explosion occurred with fireworks of icing. He also met Angel's pet kitten, Oreo, that seemed instantly attracted to his face so it leaped out of Angel's arms and hugged Pitch's face like a starfish, it's claws digging into his ears.
Pitch gruffly removed the kitten from his face as if it were a leech. It had quite a grip on his face! He held it out to stare at it, holding it by the back of the neck. Maybe if he scared it, the kitten would pee all over Angel's carpet. That'd be funny.
"Boo." Pitch growled.
Angel waited with baited breath, knowing Pitch was trying to make the kitten have a potty mess. But instead of what they thought would happen, the kitten merely mewled and somehow detached itself from Pitch's hand and star-fished his face again, purring into his cheek and nuzzling his nose.
"This is by far the strangest kitten I've ever met." Pitch said seriously, looking at Angel who was trying not to burst out laughing.
"Oreo can be a little lovable. The last dog that tried to chase her ended up getting snuggled so much it ran away from Oreo itself. You should've been there. It was both cute and funny to watch." Angel said, plucking Oreo off his face finally and giving his head a gentle scratch.
"âŠWas the dog black?" Pitch asked, feeling a smirk threaten at his lips.
Angel thought for a minute, before nodding. "It had a red collar on and bright blue eyes."
"Yeah, I remember giving a nightmare to that dog. Apparently Oreo instilled a fear of kittens in him."
That made Angel burst out laughing, and Pitch truly felt accomplished for making someone laugh once more.
By the time Pitch got back to Fanty's apartment, the strange girl was already lying upside-down on the couch, boredly watching the shadows for Pitch's arrival. It was kind of hard to swallow a turkey and tomato sandwich upside-down.
Pitch raised a brow at Fanty, unamused. "What?"
"Well? Were they cool, or were they cool?"
"âŠYou teens creep me out worse than Tooth's feelings for Jack." Pitch hissed under his breath, folding his arms in a pout.
"OOOOOOH DO I DETECT A CRUSH?! JEALOUSY?!" Fanty beamed, flipping upright and tossing her sandwich on the coffee table, "WaitâŠTooth? Jack? Who're they?"
Pitch gagged, feeling a baby barf almost float up his esophagus. "Ew, on Tooth? You're sick."
"Who the hell is Tooth?!"
"You sure you're not the jealous one?" Pitch grinned, and Fanty blushed a bright red. "OW!"
Note to self: Fanty's got quite the fist.
"Tell me who Tooth and Jack are or I'll instill fear into you!" Fanty threatened, making her fingers dance in the air as if she were to summon dark magic.
Pitch laughed rather loudly, still keeling over from when she punched him in the gut. "That only works for me, Fanty. Like this,"
He grabbed her neck and shoved her to the couch, causing her to gasp and clutch at his wrist, her eyes widening in shock at his sudden movement. He kneeled right in front of her, his face just mere inches from hers with an acidic snarl on his mouth. His eyes burned a bright gold, that literally flashed danger. Fanty started to breathe heavily, scared out of her shorts that he was going to hurt her.
"Tell me your fears or you'll see them brought to life." He growled, almost like an angry wolf.
Fanty panicked, forgetting that he was just setting an example of how to really threaten someone. He didn't mean to scare her like that, he was only trying to teach her how to really threaten someone. But he was over the top, and he realized that only seconds before Fanty spilled.
"I'm afraid of heights! I'm afraid of spiders and big fish and I'm afraid of bugs with stingers, and I'm afraid of-!" she cried out.
Pitch slammed a hand against her mouth to stop her, and Fanty saw the worry flash across his eyes. It scared her even more. It scared her so much she nearly wet herself. He looked so startled, so honestly worried that it actually worked and that she was so close to confessingâŠ
But before Pitch could apologize, the door was burst open with a strong kick, and they both heard two voices scream, "HY-YAHH!"
Pitch bolted up, and Fanty turned around to see Mystic and Xion standing with tightened fists, giving death glares at Pitch. Fanty furrowed her eyebrows and shouted, "IDIOT! Look at the door! You busted a crack in it! Mr. Joyce will kill me!"
"DIS BASTARD HERE!" Xion pointed at Pitch, who cursed under his breath as he took three baby steps back.
"Was he hurting you, Fanty?! We received a distress call that sounded like you confessing your fears and we're here to kick BUTT!" Mystic said strongly, cracking her knuckles to prove her strength.
"I wasn't meaning-!" Pitch started, but Fanty stood up on the couch and waved her arms.
"He didn't mean to! He was showing me an example of how to properly threat someone. It's okay, guys. Thanks for the concern, though." Fanty finished with a promising smile.
Xion and Mystic were suspicious, and gave Pitch a doubtful look before closing the door tightly. Fanty and Pitch could still hear them walk down the hall and discuss about fixing the dent they kicked into the door. She smiled to herself before looking at Pitch with an apologetic smile. He breathed a sigh of relief before plopping himself onto a cushioned chair, and put one foot up onto the footrest to really let himself relax.
"That was way too close." Pitch sighed, rubbing his tired face.
"Is it just me or were you just scared of my friends?" Fanty folded her arms with a smug little face on her lips.
Pitch gave her a knowing look before chuckling. "Everyone is afraid of somethingâŠI learned the hard wayâŠ"
Fanty noticed his eyes turn silver, misty with memories that made his smile fall and for a second, lookâŠremorseful. Her dark brown eyebrows crinkled in worry as she sat on the floor in front of him, watching with pure rapture. How do his eyes do that? She wondered, resting her head in her hand, I wish I could change mine from brown to blue.
"You're lucky you have protective friends like that. I don't have any." Pitch said quite truthfully.
Fanty shrugged, knowing very well why he doesn't have many. She has heard of some sort of war he lost, and she knew from the start that he was apparently a bad egg, but no details whatsoever.
"I'm sure you do. You just haven't found them, yet. You could be my friend if you want." Fanty offered, smiling at the idea.
Pitch scoffed, "With a human? Hun, I am an immortal being that instills fear into every living thing, and I do this as a duty here on earth. It isn't an occupation where I get paid."
"Racist." Fanty pouted, folding her arms like a child, "Then why do you try to drill fear in others?"
Pitch didn't miss a beat. His eyes returned to the fiery gold Fanty was starting to get used to, and he hissed his answer, an answer full of history and angst, "To be believed in. That's what all the spirits do on this planet. They are cursed with the life of immortality and with a purpose, and if that purpose isn't fulfilled properly, they die."
"Wait, whoa, back up!" Fanty held up her hands, "There are other people like you out there?"
"Hardly people," Pitch said, leaning closer to her, "just call them what they are. Beings. Spirits. Guardians." He snarled at the word in spite.
"You monologued about them once, but then I shut you up with a pillow. All I know is that it's Jamie Bennett's fault as well as Jack Frost. Isn't he just an expression?"
Pitch thought for a second, looking away from her earnest eyes. And after some timeâŠhe grinned evilly.
"YesâŠyes, Fanty. He's just an expression. He doesn't exist at all. But Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and-"
"The Easter Bunny and Sandman do?!" Fanty exclaimed, excitement ringing in her voice.
Pitch curtly nodded, "But they brought me pain. I ruled the very era of the Dark Ages, and they brought me to the shadows at the Earth's core. I tried regaining what once was mine, but I lost the battle yet again. I was so close to gaining a victory, but that stupid child Jamie-"
"Jamie's not stupid," Fanty said, shaking her head vigorously, "He's a smart kid with a big heart. And I know Jack Frost exists because a, he talks about him 24/7, and b, you are a terrible liar."
Pitch stuck out his lower lip, angry at being so carefully read. Fanty continued that she did believe his story, just that maybe there was a better way to be believed in without parents and children hating him. He couldn't help it, he was the Boogeyman for crying out loud!
But there was something Pitch left out in his story. He didn't tell her how his belief was very thin, like the width of a string. But when Fanty spilled some of her fears to him, he felt that string grow stronger, become more durable and thicker. He learned that though kids were the easiest targets for fear, the teenagers have the strongest and most powerful fears. They're trickier to harbor and snag onto, but they're long lasting and can be a better resource than just petty children.
And Pitch liked a good challenge.
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Platonic Senketsu/Ryuko fanfic ? ( please ? )
Iâm not sure if this is a request for fic recommendations or a request for a fic, soâŠ
If youâre looking for the former, I made a list for Senketsu fic recs a while back, of which most are platonic Ryuko/Senketsu stories.
I also include a lot of platonic Ryuko/Senketsu stories in my own fic, Strings and Threads, a collection of Kill la Kill short stories. Any romantic Ryuketsu will be labeled with âRyuketsuâ there; the rest is platonic.
If youâre looking for the latter, well. Iâve been working on a platonic Ryuko/Senketsu story that might be of interest, maybe?
Title: comfortable
Fandom: Kill la Kill
Summary: A trip to the movies becomes something more.
Notes: Authorâs notes/commentary for this story can be found here.
[AO3] [FFNET]
It all begins on July 7th, with a romantic space adventure.
The movie was Senketsuâs idea, âcause somehowâand it wasnât any fault of hersâRyukoâs ridiculous uniform got it in his ridiculous head to find the trailers intriguing.
Like, intriguing-enough-to-warrant-a-trip-to-the-theater intriguing.
And Senketsu didnât just want to go as a joke, either. He was stone-cold, dead serious. Some sappy, insufferable love story between an alien and a human that those damn promos and TV spots couldnât stop overhyping got him all starry-eyed in a way that Ryuko thought only a good ironing could do, and he was completely unapologetic about his excitement, eagerly gushing on and on and on.
And, well, Ryuko wasnât gonna rain on Senketsuâs parade (he just hasnât seen enough movies to know any better, she told herself), but if she were being honest, she was absolutely, utterly convinced that no one else in the entire world wanted to see the corny mess. Even Mako of all people passed up on it.
But beyond Ryukoâs most out-there, nonsensical, wildest expectations, Satsuki agreed.
Satsuki Kiryuin.
âI think it looks quite sweet,â Satsuki said, when Senketsu inquired about the cheese-fest while out on one of their shopping extravaganzas. She smiled his wayâthat-too-nice-for-Satsuki kinda expression that Ryukoâs still getting used toânot even hesitating as she declared, in no uncertain terms, âI would love to go with you, Senketsu.â
Ryuko right choked on her ice cream at that.
Senketsu couldnât have been happier.
(But he tried very hard not to let it on, the obnoxious outfit.)
Still, even if the thought of her own flesh-and-blood sister having such terrible taste made Ryuko die on the inside a little bit, she put it on herself to see the best of the situation. She was stuck going to the theater with Senketsu no matter whatâGod knows (if there is a God, of course) that Ryuko would endure ten trillion times worse than a shitty movie to see Senketsu happyâbut at least with Satsuki tagging along, Ryuko would have someone else to keep her company, too.
There would be no way that Ryukoâs very own big sis could think such a ridiculous, gooey, feel-good sap trap was any good at all once they were actually there in the theater.
No way in hell.
On the sunny, balmy afternoon of July 7th, Ryuko is wrong.
Very, very, very wrong.
Well, actually, Ryuko tells herself, as the three of them exit the dark theater, the movie was just as bad as she had expected. (Maybe even worse, if she were telling the truth.)
But she certainly, definitely didnât expect the absolutely nauseating gushing that Senketsu and Satsuki got up into as soon as the credits rolled.
Heck, how they even kept paying attention past the first fifteen minutes is well beyond her understanding, but as soon as Ryuko comes face-to-face with the overly-bright, too-hot reality of summer in Japan, she canât try to deny the sickening, horrible truth a second longer.
Satsuki and Senketsu didnât just like the movie.
They loved it.
And theyâd spent the last who-the-hell-knows-how-long spouting out nothing but praises and overeager blubbering, and theyâre not stopping. Theyâre standing out in broad daylight and walking down the sidewalk talking their mouths off about the most embarrassing movie to hit the theaters in ten million years.
Ryuko half-considers tossing the last remnants of her Calpis over herself just to get them to yap about something else.
But she doesnât.
And on they go.
On and on and on.
âIf I saw it again,â Senketsu says, after spilling out a whole stream of I know, I know!s, âI still wouldnât be able to keep myself from crying when the pair parted in Australia!â
He blinks movie-theater darkness from his eyes, staring up at Satsuki, who nods her head. âI didnât cry, but I got awfully close,â she admits. âThe scene was ruined a little by the night sky. There would be no way you could see those constellations at that time of year in Australia.â
Senketsu just about leaps right off of Ryukoâs chest at that. âI was thinking the same!â he cries. Heâs as bubbling with excitement as he would be after the best damn ironing in the world, and he pushes Ryuko to walk a bit more quickly so that they can keep up with Satsukiâs always-too-fast pace.
Ryuko only begrudgingly follows his lead, sipping those final bits of Calpis from her cup as obnoxiously as she can.
Neither Senketsu nor Satsuki make any note of it.
âThe inaccuracy wasnât enough to pull me out of the moment,â Senketsu goes on, now right beside Satsuki, âbut it was a bit glaring.â
Satsuki nods some more in agreement, and if Ryuko werenât so fed up over a silly movie, she might have found something amusing or funny or nice about how thoughtful Satsuki is over a thing she enjoyed.
Maybe even something sweet.
But now Ryukoâs just tired and itâs not so amusing or funny or nice or comfortable to be ignored by your clothes and your sister, and she only feels her irritation build inside her as Satsuki continues, âYou would think the filmmakers would do more research for such a big-budget film!â
Satsuki shakes her head, frowning a bit, clutching her bag a bit tighter. âAnd there is also no way that robot could have moved so easily in the sand,â she adds. âIt was shaped like a soccer ball.â
âAnd practically all of Earthâs satellites orbit the planet west to east, not east to west!â Senketsu and Satsuki say together.
They both break out laughing.
Ryuko throws away her empty cup into the nearest trash bin with a grimace.
âI had no idea you were so interested in astrophysics and astronomy, Senketsu,â Satsuki says. Sheâs now smiling a very strange smile that makes Ryuko just a bit uncomfortable.
Senketsu blushesâat least, Ryuko thinks thatâs what he does, since she suddenly feels a lot warmer (and she was already hot enough to begin with in this 500-degree weather).
âWell, y-you know,â Senketsu tells Satsuki, âRyuko and I have both been to space. I havenât been able to stop thinking about it since.â
And Satsuki just wonât quit it with that smile. Ryuko swears itâs only getting worse. Weirder.
âYou should take a look at some of the books in the Kiryuin library,â Satsuki says. Thereâs that overeagerness to her tone thatâs almost as uncomfortable as the ever-increasingly-uncomfortable look on her face, and she smiles a bit wider, adding, quickly, excitedly, âI think you would particularly likeââ
And Ryuko canât help herself. She groans.
âJesus,â she whines. âIf you wanna yap about this stuff so much, I donât think I should be the one wearing Senketsu!â
And they all stop walking. Right there. Just like that.
An awkward silence falls over the three of them, and in retrospect, maybe Ryuko would admit that she maybe sounded a bit too fed up and pissed off.
But at the time, Ryuko feels more than justified in her outburst. Being dragged along in a conversation by your damn clothes isnât exactly what she would call a good time.
Or comfortable.
But Senketsu hardly seems to mind the abrasiveness of Ryukoâs words. He just brings his full attention to her, his eyes wide.
âWould it really be okay?â he asks. âFor Satsuki to wear me?â
And Ryuko canât really find the words to answer right away. Senketsu can no doubt feel her heart fluttering, and sheâs come to feel very, very, very hotâlike, way more than the this-is-summer kind of hot.
But Ryuko eventually takes a deep breath, tryinâ to think a bit before she speaks. âKamui Senketsu,â she says, using the most chastising mom-voice she can muster (even though sheâs well aware that she is not convincing in the slightest), âI thought you finally got it through your head that you ainât just some outfit.â
She pauses, on fire, and then gently, quietly, she adds, âYou got a will all your own, Senketsu. Youâre your own person.â
Theyâre still stopped in place. Senketsu canât stop staring up at Ryuko, and Satsuki is staring, too.
Ryuko bites down on her lip, turning away. âAnd grown people donât go around asking other grown people for permission to be with a grown person who ainât them,â she continues, hastily, face flushing. âWell, at least, they shouldnât! So you shouldnât be askinâ me any of this.â
Nobody says anything. They stay standing obtrusively on the sidewalk, and Ryuko canât help but feel even more embarrassed when she sees that Satsukiâs awkward, uncomfortable smile has shifted into something youâd see plastered on the face of some proud mom at her kidâs violin concert.
But Ryuko doesnât get too long to fuss over that as Senketsu sighs against her, which she takes immediately as Senketsu-language that heâs gonna disagree with her, or something.
And he promptly does nothing of the sort.
âYouâre right, Ryuko!â Senketsu declares. âI should be asking Satsuki if itâs all right!â
So Senketsu looks to Satsuki Kiryuin and the big weird smile that sheâs now directing his way (thatâs continuing to make Ryuko feel even more uncomfortable), and he asks, very nervously, âWhat do you say, Satsuki? Would you⊠wear me?â
Satsukiâs smile only grows. âI would be honored, Senketsu,â she says. âIt has been too long. And Iââ
Satsuki stops abruptly, meeting Ryukoâs eyes, her icky, uncomfortable smile falling into what Ryuko could only describe as shame.
âAnd I would love to wear you again,â Satsuki finishes, weakly.
And, well, now Ryukoâs mild (yes, mild) discomfort and annoyance has twisted into the desire to just throw up all the popcorn and Calpis sheâd spent the last two hours focusing on rather than the kill-me-now kitsch that was the ridiculous movie sheâd overpaid for (even if it was Ladiesâ Day, she still always bought a ticket for Senketsu (and the hot mess wasnât worth even a single yen, if you had to ask her opinion)).
It wasnât like Satsuki was trying to be a bitch or anythingâat least, Ryuko hopes so, anyway. But the reminder of that time just turns and turns Ryukoâs stomach.
She doesnât let it on.
âLetâs get on with it, then!â she says. âLetâs go change right fuckinâ now.â
âNow?â Satsuki repeats.
âThis minute?â Senketsu tries to clarify.
âRight now this minute,â Ryuko insists.
And, okay, maybe she sounds just a little done with them.
But Senketsu and Satsuki agree, however reluctantly.
The three decide to grab lunch at a nearby convenience store, but before they do any of that, they head into the restrooms to change.
Ryuko, for one, is quite glad that no one else is in the facilities when they step inside. Quiet and emptiness meet them in the bathroom (as well as a space that Ryuko has to admit is much cleaner than she would expect from a convenience store).
Ryuko sighs as she enters a stall with Senketsu. Without a word, Satsuki goes into the one right beside her, the door closing with a click.
And Ryuko sighs once more, surrounded by mustard-yellow walls and a gleaming toilet. Though she would never say it out loudâand though she knows she hasnât even been with Senketsu a year yetâlife without him by her side still feels like a gross, distant past, and the thought of walking out of here by herself is⊠strange.
Uncomfortable.
Ryuko would never say it makes her nervous, though. Never nervous.
Her heart must say otherwise.
âRyukoâŠâ Senketsu starts, looking up at her with big, concerned eyes.
But Ryuko turns away, pulling him off as aggressively and suddenly as she had the day his memory returned.
She talks fast. âSenketsu,â she groans, âyâknow better than to get all chatty in the bathroom. Peopleâll think weâre doing weird shit in here.â
Senketsu falls to the bathroom floor, leaning up against the wall. âBut thereâs no one else in here, RyukoâŠâ he says.
âWhatever!â Ryuko says right back.
She flings open the door and shoos Senketsu out like a little lost child. âSis,â she says, much more loudly than necessary, âopen your door up so Senketsu can get over there.â
Ryuko awkwardly reaches one arm out of her stall, using the other to hold the door close to her (as though to cover herself from anyone who might happen to wander in, but why the hell she gives a shit about modesty anymore is beyond her).
âAlso Iâm holding my hand out for your clothes,â Ryuko adds. âSo, like, just, uh, give âem to me, or somethinâ.â
âVery well,â Satsuki answers, and very uncomfortably, very ungracefully, she successfully passes her clothes into Ryukoâs hands. (Of course, Satsukiâs prissy ensemble almost falls to the ground what feels like half a dozen times and Ryuko has to stretch her arm out the farthest itâll go to get to them and thereâs a bit of swearing involved, but somehow, they manage.)
And armed with a new outfit, Ryuko retreats back into her stall and locks the door with a frown. Maybe they shouldnât have done this right now this minute after all. The thought of wearing her sisterâs clothes has never seemed so unpleasantâuncomfortableâuntil she has them in her hands.
âSats, you dress like such a mom,â Ryuko whines, pulling an ankle-length wrap skirt over herself. Rayon has never felt stranger to her after wearing little but Life Fiber and cotton pajamas for so long.
âAnd who the hell wears sweaters in the middle of summer?â Ryukoâs barely pulled the cream-colored knit over herself and already she feels hotter than hell.
But Satsuki isnât paying the slightest bit of attention to Ryukoâs complaints.
âSenketsu, you are lovely,â she says to Senketsu instead. âBut I do think Iâm a little old for sailor uniformsâdonât you think you are too, Ryuko?â
Ryukoâs frown deepens.
âI suppose you are still in high schoolâŠâ Satsuki muses.
Ryuko ties the slick white ribbon on the indigo skirt that now covers her into a sloppy bow. âYeah, I am,â she grinds out. âSo, what?â
Ryuko so doesnât need this kind of patronizing bullshit right now. She fiddles with her sisterâs clothes, tryingâand failingâto look somewhat presentable. Itâs more than obvious that nothing fits her quite right, and the sweater is the worst offender, hanging off her body loosely and awkwardly, the threads bunching up in a manner thatâs way uncomfortable.
Deep inside, a part of Ryuko never even wants to leave this stall.
But sheâd never let any of those feelings on.
âDo you not wanna wear Senketsu anymore, huh?â Ryuko finds herself asking. A familiar anger bubbles up insideâthe kind thatâd bring her to strip down to her underwear and take on a gun-toting, even-more-naked guy with just her fists. âI swear, Satsuki. I donât care if youâre my sister. If you make Senketsu cry, Iâllââ
âAnd why would I ever do a thing like that?â Satsuki asks.
âI am not so prone to fits of crying!â Senketsu adds. He sounds so damn defensive that Ryuko doesnât have to be anywhere near him to know that heâs got that hurt, put-upon look on his face.
Ryuko crosses her arms, leaning up against the mustard-yellow wall. âHmph, excuuuse me for caring,â she says, feeling damn hot in the face, but Senketsu and Satsuki pay her no mind.
âYou are an incredible person, Senketsu,â Satsuki is saying. âAnd I have been thinking. You are certainly more than a mere sailor uniform, so I know you are capable of looking like more, too.â
Senketsu stutters. âI-IâŠâ he says, and though Ryuko canât see, she imagines Satsuki giving him one of her uncomfortable, weird-o smiles.
âIf we do something like Life Fiber synchronization,â Satsuki goes on, âthen I know you can become whatever you like. Whatever suits you.â
âIâve never done that before,â Senketsu says. His voice trembles in a way that Ryuko has hardly ever heard coming from him, and for some reason, it all makes Ryuko feel like sheâs melting even more in this unseasonal sweater.
But sheâd never say anything.
âI know you can do it,â Satsuki tells Senketsu. âLetâs try!â
âAll right, Satsuki!â Senketsu says.
And before Ryuko knows it, together, as one, Senketsu and Satsuki shout out, âLife Fiber Synchronize!,â their words seeming to echo across the empty, desolate space around them.
And Ryuko sinks down to the bathroom floor (that probably isnât quite as clean as she thought it was coming in) at the sound, letting her head fall against wall, wishing more than anything to tear this suffocating sweater off.
But she doesnât.
And they laugh. Senketsu and Satsuki laugh more intensely than Ryuko even thought possible for the two of them.
âYou look great!â Satsuki cries, when the laughter falls away. âThis is exactly something I would put in my closet. How did you know?â
Senketsu canât keep the excitement out of his voice. âI just gave it my best!â he says. âI saw what you gave Ryuko, and I thought, âIf any ordinary clothes can look like that, then why canât I?ââ
The stall beside Ryuko opens with a creak, and Ryuko hears her sister rush out with Senketsu, calling her name with that overeagerness that just serves to make Ryuko feel even surer that sheâd love to never leave this stall.
But Satsuki insists. âYou must see this,â she says. âSenketsu has done a fantastic job.â
âWe did a fantastic job, Satsuki,â Senketsu butts in. âRemember, you are the one wearing me.â
So with a groan and a grumble, Ryuko rises to her feet, brushing down on Satsukiâs skirt and sweater and slowly, embarrassingly opening the stall door to reveal a sight that boggles the mind almost as much as the fact that human evolution was literally a thing just because of clothes aliens that wanted to eat them all.
Because her Senketsu⊠no longer looks like her Senketsu at all.
The outfit her sister wears before her is entirely foreign. Gone are the midriff-baring top, the suspenders, and mini skirt, replaced with a frilly, baby-blue button-up and a cozy-looking circle skirt in gray.
Ryuko wouldnât even believe that the sight before her was her Senketsu at all, had she not looked towards the elaborate, floral pattern embellishing Satsukiâs collar and noticed, without a doubt, Senketsuâs warm eyes staring back at her.
She swallows very hard, feeling her face turn very, very red.
Satsuki smiles Ryukoâs way. âYou ought to try this yourself sometime,â she says.
But Ryuko can only nod, dully, as Senketsu and Satsuki skitter to the bathroom mirrors and laugh and spin in front of the glass, complimenting each other and gushing about their teamwork.
In her head, Ryuko would admit that, well, okay, sure, maybe it is a bit jarring to hear Senketsuâs voice coming from somewhere other than her.
But she would never, ever admit that what leaves her firmly Not Hungry is the strange smile on her sisterâs face and how Senketsu and Satsuki just canât shut up. Theyâd gone right back to talking about that damn movie again, blathering on and on about this and that and how romantic!
Ryuko could hurl.
Somehow, though, Ryuko manages to at least nibble on her yakisoba-pan.
Then again, never in her life has convenience-store yakisoba stuffed in a hot dog bun tasted as bad as it does right now, as she sits next to Satsuki and Senketsu in the park and they act like some half-baked love story is worth more than a one-word review that just says, âSucks.â
âCourse, Ryuko thinks, spending so long chewing the ends of a noodle that it quickly just tastes like mushy nothingness, Senketsu would tell herâall smugly and condescendinglyâthat itâs better to not eat much of this stuff. Junk food, heâd say. How can you expect to keep up your strength with that?
Least, he would say all that crap, if she were the one wearing him.
Ryuko sighs. Itâs still summer and hot and sticky (and sheâs still stuck with Satsukiâs sweater), but even she could admit that itâs a fine enough day. The sky is a rich, deep blue, the way the sun filters through the leaves is so picturesque that if Mako had come along sheâd beg to take about a hundred photos, and sitting here in the shade surrounded by all this nicenessâwith a cool breeze fluttering by that should keep her from getting too overheatedâwould normally be great. Any other day, any other time, Ryuko would love to be where she is, eating cheap-o convenience store food with Senketsu and Satsuki beneath the trees.
But now, well. Now sheâs never felt sicker. The yakisoba-pan seems to taunt her with its smell and pitiful, this-stuff-was-made-really-fast appearance, and itâs only when a bit of yakisoba slips from its bun and falls to the ground with a heavy splat that Senketsu and Satsuki take any note of Ryuko at all.
Senketsu looks her up and down at the noise (abruptly cutting off some conversation about space and time and love and who-knows-what).
âRyuko,â he says, his voice filled with the kind of concern that makes Ryuko feel even more ready to just vomit all over the place, âare you all right? Youâve barely touched your food.â
More yakisoba drips from the bun to the ground, and Ryuko watches it fall, making absolutely no attempt to get it to stop. The cicadas are screaming and flies make their way to the dropped food, and, quietly, Ryuko stands herself up.
âItâs shit,â she says. Her voice is surprisingly calm for how much she wants to scream along with the cicadas, and as she makes her way to the nearest garbage can, she wonders when in the world she got this kind of self-control.
Ryuko stops before the bin. âI donât want this crap,â she goes on, and without any feeling at all, she watches as the yakisoba-pan falls apart in the trash, the yakisoba spilling every which way, breaking away from the bun.
Ryuko takes her place back on the bench beside Satsuki and Senketsu. Satsuki frowns. Ryuko ignores it.
âI thought youâd like that Iâm not eating that stuff,â she says. Ryuko meant to direct the words at Senketsu, but, well, actually, it probably applies to the both of âem.
Satsuki really didnât like hearing about all the Cup Curry Rice and instant miso soup she ate before she lived with the Mankanshokus, after allâŠ
And now, Satsuki just frowns harderâand itâs harder for Ryuko to ignore itâher caterpillar eyebrows furrowed in Concern. âRyuko,â she starts, âare youââ
âI just wanna head home,â Ryuko blurts out. She supposes itâs true, but that doesnât stop the blush creeping over her cheeks. âI-I mean,â she stutters, âitâs just been a long day, and Iâm, uh, like really tired, and, uhâŠâ
Satsuki stands with a graceful flourish and swish of Senketsuâs now long, gray skirt. âI see,â she says. âI suppose it is getting a bit late. Iâd best return Senketsu to you, shouldnât I?â
Satsukiâs sweater might as well be eating Ryuko alive. âJesus,â she grumbles, looking away. âSenketsu ainât fuckinâ mine. I donât own âim. Itâs Senketsuâs choice to do whatever he wants.â
Ryuko lets her eyes meet his, for just a moment. âRight, Senketsu?â
Satsukiâs blue top looks very suddenly a bit pink. Ryuko tries very hard to smile, though sheâs not really looking at Satsuki and Senketsu anymore, and her effort probably just comes out seeming kinda fucked up and demonic.
âLook,â Ryuko says, standing up again herself, cracking her back as though sheâs toootally cool with this whole situation (which she is, of course, definitely, absolutely, why wouldnât she be?). âYou twoâre havinâ so much fun, so why donât you stay with Satsuki for a change, Senketsu?â
The words fall out before Ryuko can even stop herself, and both Senketsu and Satsuki stare at her wide-eyed.
Well, Ryuko would be happy to join her fallen yakisoba and the screaming cicadas right about now.
But she canât stop it with the incessant, worthless blubbering. âY-Yâknow,â she says, trying very hardâand failing even harderâto hide the twitter in her voice, âI was just thinking about how nice itâd be to spend some time away from obnoxious outfits!â
Satsuki and Senketsu exchange worried glances.
âAre you sure youâll be okay?â Senketsu asks.
âI donât need ya babysitting me!â Ryuko saysâwell, shouts, more like, which just serves to make Satsukiâs frown become even more intense.
Ryuko sighs, and more quietly, more calmly, she adds, ââSides, you should be askinâ Satsuki if itâs all right, not me.â
So up Senketsuâs eyes go, to his wearer. âWould you mind if I stayed the night with you?â he asks.
âNot at all,â answers Satsuki. âButââ
Ryuko claps her hands together. âWell, I am just so glad we got that figured out!â she says. Her attention falls to the baggy, ill-fitting ensemble dripping off her body. âIâll return these mom-clothes to ya when we meet up again.â
Satsuki doesnât even react to Ryukoâs insults. She says, âAre you sureââ
But Ryuko storms away without waiting to hear the rest, waving a hand behind her.
âYou guys just have fun,â she says, even as she hears Senketsu call her name and Satsuki mutter something or other that she canât especially make out.
And, okay, sure. The walk back from downtown has never seemed so long.
Fine. Ryuko would admit that much.
Slouching and dragging her feet along the sidewalk, Ryuko keeps herself distracted by kicking along pebbles and listening for the click, click, clicks as they hop across the pavement. Whenever she loses a pebble to the grass or the streets, she picks out another on her path to hit along instead. Ryuko never seems to hold on to a stone for more than fifteen sidewalk squares, and maybe another time thatâd annoy her, but sheâs got more than enough eating at her now.
Itâs not that sheâs jealous, of course, Ryuko thinks. Satsuki just doesnât know how to wash Senketsu right and ainât got a clue about how he likes to be ironed and maybe Satsuki would hurt herself wearing Senketsu for so long in that weird state because Senketsu was designed for her after all and sheâs just concerned, okay?
Ryuko loses another pebble on her walk. This one canât even have lasted five sidewalk squares, and she pauses on her way, groaning, trying to find another.
But it seems this sidewalk is fresh out of pebbles, and Ryuko ainât got anything even close to the patience or energy or care to go pick out the one she lost to the grass.
So sheâll just deal with it, she thinks. If Senketsu and Satsuki come cryinâ back to her in the morning, then she could at least say that theyâd tried.
Ryuko almost-smiles at the thought. Things are gonna be okay. Itâs not like Senketsu is gonnaâŠ
Well, Ryuko doesnât get the chance to ponder anymore on that. Seemingly out of nowhere, sheâs attacked with a loud, energetic, over-peppy shout from none other than Mako Mankanshoku.
âLady Satsuki!â the girl cries. She promptly throws down the yellow sponge sheâd been using to clean the family car and rushes to where Ryuko stands, her arms outstretched for a hug.
âI didnât know youâd be coming to visit!â Mako goes on, but her smile quickly falls as she gets a better look at the very not-Satsuki Kiryuin with the too-big, uncomfortable clothes and ordinary eyebrows and wild hair that will never sit flat, no matter how hard you might try.
âOh, itâs you, Ryuko,â Mako says, frowning a bit. âWhyâre you all dressed up like Satsuki? Whereâs Senketsu?â
Ryuko feels her stomach churn. She barely even ate that yakisoba-pan, but she might just throw it all up right now.
She doesnât.
âOh,â she says, trying very hard to sound casual, but Satsukiâs clothes donât have pockets or even little pouches like Senketsu does, so she canât oh-so-nonchalantly fiddle with something as though the conversation theyâre having is no big deal at all (which it isnât, of course, why would it be?).
She ends up rolling up the sleeves of Satsukiâs sweater, like sheâs getting ready for a fist fight. âWell, Senketsu nâ Satsuki just decided to hang out a little while longer, thatâs all,â she explains. Â
And Ryuko smiles, sort of, melting in this horrible sweater more than ever.
And Makoâs mouth falls wide open.
âYou mean that Satsuki is wearing Senketsu?!â she bursts out. âAre you sure thatâs okay, Ryuko?â
Ryuko flushes, turning her head away from Mako. âWhy wouldnât it be?â she asks. âSenketsu is his own person, you know.â
Mako canât stop looking at her funny, but eventually nods her head sagely. âOkay, Ryuko,â she says, very matter-of-fact, very knowingly. âYour secret is safe with me!â She winks, offering Ryuko a wide-toothed grin, but now itâs Ryukoâs turn to have her own mouth fall open.
âMy what now?â she gasps. âMako, donât tell me that you still think that Senketsu nâ meââ
âItâs okay, Ryuko!â Mako repeats, patting Ryuko on the back as they walk towards their home. âYou donât have to hide anything from me!â
Ryuko sighs. Itâs still one ear and out the other with this family sometimes, but she supposes she wouldnât have it any other way.
âWhy donât I help you with the car?â Ryuko asks, smiling for real now. âItâs⊠partly my fault that itâs all covered in blood, after all.â (Only partly, though. Itâs not her fault that overpass bridges arenât nearly as high as they should be.)
Mako nods her head eagerly, handing Ryuko an oversized sponge.
Okay, but maybe thereâs still something thatâs just kinda-sorta odd as hell about changing into pajamas at night and not hearing a peep from Senketsu.
Ryuko steals a glance at the bathroom mirror before going to wash Satsukiâs clothes. Her hairâs just as all-over-the-place as ever, and, feebly, Ryuko brings a hand to her head to push the wild strands down.
It all just fluffs back up again in moments.
Of course.
Itâs not like Ryuko would like her hair all flat and silky and refined like Satsuki, though. No way in hell. Sheâs not that boring, and itâs not her fault if Senketsuâs so boring that he prefers the boring-boringness of Satsuki Kiryuin over her.
Unlike that sister of hers, Ryuko doesnât have some stick up her ass and isnât some lame-old fine lady who drinks tea and acts all proper-like and you can tell that even from her hair andâŠ
Sheâs not jealous, okay?!
Ryuko rushes out from the bathroom with Satsukiâs clothes clutched too tightly in her hands, her fingers digging into the fabric and threads. She scrambles over to the wash tub and throws the garments down more furiously than she should, and fills the basin more viciously than she should, and adds more of Mrs. Mankanshokuâs laundry detergent than she should, and when she goes to scrub out all her sweat and stench, she scrubs much more aggressively than she should, too.
If it were Senketsu she were washing, heâd be screaming and crying at her to âbe gentle!â and to âquit it!,â but these clothes say nothing and Ryukoâs just fine with that!
But when Ryuko hangs Satsukiâs too-big, ugly sweater and prissy, ankle-length skirt to dry on the line, and when she heads to bed, thereâs an odd sensation that overtakes her, one that she canât especially explain. Itâs a bit out-of-body, a bit surreal, a bit uncomfortable, and when Ryuko pulls her polka-dotted blanket over herself, a part of her hopes that it has only been a dream, this entire atrocity of a day. Sheâd wake up in the morning and look to the wardrobe and there wouldnât be an empty hanger anymore andâŠ
And what the hell is her problem, anyway? Sheâs not five years old anymore, Ryuko tells herself, calling her dad from her dorm every night and twisting that damn phone wire âround and âround her fingers as he doesnât pick up. Sheâs not fifteen anymore, listening to punk-ass bitches she woulda swore were on her side talking shit about her (and going outta her way to break more noses than anyone probably should).
But when Ryuko pulls her sheets completely over her head, to cover herself in total darkness, to hide away from her family and a shadowed wardrobe and abandoned hanger, sleep still only comes to her in short, nightmarish fragments full of Maiko Ogure and Fight Club and dinners all alone.
On July 8th, long before morning, Ryuko wakes with her heart racing and her body slick with sweat, and she sits up quickly, holding a hand over her mouth.
Her pajamas stick uncomfortably to her skin, but itâs not nearly as uncomfortable as the horrible ache in her stomach. That yakisoba-panâs getting to her, or maybe itâs the Calpis, or the popcorn, but whatever it is, Ryuko needs the toilet.
Now.
She hurries to her feet, careful to step around her familyâs sleeping forms as she hops straight to the bathroom, where she promptly throws on the lights and shoves her head over the toilet bowl.
Her mouth falls open. She coughs and gags, and hardly keeps herself quiet. However selfish it is, nothing else matters right now besides getting this shit out of her.
But nothing comes. Ryukoâs stomach feels ready to explode, but nothing comes.
With a groan, she leans away from the bowl, unsure if she should sit around here and wait for the inevitable vomit flood or try to sleep again, but she pauses as she catches her reflection in the water.
She nearly screams, too, when she sees the white gloves that have covered her hands.
âNoâŠâ Ryuko mumbles, shooting up to her feet.
But the cracked, murky bathroom mirror confirms everything. Her hair is even wilder than usual, spiking up unnaturallyâso much so that no amount of pressing down or water or hell, even gravity could tame itâand itâs streaked with red and blue, adorned with twisted silver that juts out from her scalp.
And it laughs at her. Her entire appearance laughs at her.
âCome on, RyukoâŠâ her reflection says. It has the most shit-eating grin on its face, and its eyes are wild and manic, the lids painted scarlet. âDid you really think he would want to stick with you?â
It laughs some more, and Ryuko backs away. She leans against the wall, pulling at the blue-edged collar that brushes uncomfortably against her cheeks, but itâs stuck, stitched on, and this time, no amount of tearing or snapping seems to get it to budge.
The expression in the mirror darkens. âYouâre so damn annoying,â it says. âActinâ all high nâ mighty, like you can jusâ get away with anything you want âcause you think you deserve it.â
Ryuko stops struggling. Her reflection glowers. âBut hereâs the thing, princess. You canât erase what you did.â
It smiles once more, and Junketsu only seems to hold Ryuko tighter, its fabric pulling her so close that itâs suffocating.
And Ryuko canât say anything, as her reflection laughs in her face, and Junketsu screams, and the white gloves wonât go away.
And she still canât say anything, as blood covers the mirror and splatters over her, and she sees in the glass the blurry image of Senketsu drenched in red.
And so it is on July 8th that Ryuko really wakes with Senketsuâs name on her lips.
She only barely manages to keep herself from shouting out, clamping a hand over her mouth before she can make any sound at all.
Itâs lateâor disgustingly early (Ryuko canât say she can tell). The house is as quiet as it ever gets, filled with only the distant sounds of the screaming cicadas and the gentle rumble of her familyâs snores, and itâs so dark that Ryuko can hardly tell that the hanger perched on the wardrobe is empty.
She pulls her hand away from her mouth, staring down at her blanket, ignoring the uncomfortable, too-hot feeling she has on account of her shit sleep tonight and her shit dreams.
And nervously, twittery, Ryuko bunches and bunches her sheets up in her hands, smiling a little, knowing that any other time, Senketsu would tell her to wear his glove âfor protection against the nightmares!â right about now, and sheâd say back (like always) that heâs being ridiculous and she doesnât know where he got it in his head to spout out that kinda crap.
But sheâd do what he said anyway. Of course she would. Of course she would.
And of course Senketsu would rather be with someone who never betrayed him and treated him well and Senketsu and Satsuki had even come up with Senjin-Shippu together and thatâs something she hadnât considered and itâs not Senketsuâs fault that sheâs terrible and heâs tired of putting up with it, right?
Ryuko shakes her head, falling back into bed. No, no, she thinks, Satsuki and Senketsu canât possibly get along like she and Senketsu can, of course not, no way, Senketsu was made for her after all, isnât that right, and after those two spend one night together theyâll realize thatâ
That what?
Ryuko turns over to her side, facing away from the wardrobe and towards Mako, who sleeps just as heavily as usual. Piles of drool puddle up across Makoâs pillow, and normally, any other day, Ryuko would inch away at the sight of all that spit.
But now, tonight, Ryuko is instead filled with a sense of longing. If only she could get some sleep.
And then she just kinda wants to swear at the top of her lungs at the thought.
What the hell is she sittinâ around moping about? Itâs not that sheâs jealous or anything petty like that and tomorrow everything will return to how it was anyway and besides there are just ways that things should be and Senketsu being with Satsuki all night isnât how things should be and Ryuko canât sleep only âcause sheâs been horribly amused this whole time âcause itâs just so damn funny and thereâs a natural order to stuff andâ
Okay, maybe thatâs not the best way to put it.
Sheâs justâsheâs not jealous, right?
Right?
Ryuko turns over once more, back towards the abandoned hanger glistening in the starlight, and no matter how much she tells herself that itâs nothing and sheâs fine and itâs not like that (of course itâs not), she canât sleep for the rest night, tossing and turning even worse than she did right before she first faced Satsuki all decked out in that piece-of-shit Junketsu.
Itâs only when streaks of morning punch her in the face that Ryuko thinks back to her dreams and Junketsu and then Senketsu covered in blood that she knows itâs not jealousy at all, whatâs kept her up all night.
But the truth certainly doesnât make her feel any better, and if she could only get some damn sleep, sheâd just stay in bed all day.
Easily.
But at 6:17 AM, Ryuko gives it up. She forces herself out from the warmth and comfort of her sheetsââcause of course Satsuki would be wide awake at that godawful time in the morningâand she punches in the number of Satsukiâs cell on the phone, pulling the cord with her âtil both she and the phone are outside.
Cool summer air hits Ryukoâs skin and the sound of ringing hits her ear and she shudders at the thought of figuring out what exactly sheâs going to say.
Just seeinâ if you survived one night of my obnoxious outfit, she thinks. Just checkinâ up to make sure yer not dead.
The more Ryuko considers, the more ridiculous it all sounds.
The more Ryuko thinks about it, the more uncomfortable everything feels.
But Satsuki picks up before long, gigging incessantly. âThis is Satsuki,â she says, still laughing. âHush, Senketsu! Itâs important to keep a proper presence on the phone!â
Well, that certainly doesnât make Ryuko feel any better. She blanches, clutching the phone wire tight.
âYou sound well,â Ryuko says, dully. Faintly, Ryuko hears Senketsu laugh, too, and it takes everything she has to hide the hurt in her voice as she adds, âSenketsu sounds great, too.â
âOh, yes,â says Satsuki, tryingâand failingâto keep her tone level and free of giggles. âWe are both doing quite well, Ryuko. And how are you?â
Ryuko doesnât get a chance to really answer (and itâs not like she would want to, anyway). Satsuki seems to turn her full attention to Senketsu right then, and the phone line is filled with incoherent fuzz and split-off conversations and laughter and Ryuko could really be throwing up now, probably?
But she doesnât.
âForgive me, Ryuko,â Satsuki eventually says, after an annoyingly-loud throat clearing. âSenketsu would like to talk to you, but Iâm not quite sure about the best way to get him to speak over the phoneââ
The line fills up once more with laughter. And fuzz. Tons and tons of fuzz.
Ryuko pulls her head away from the speaker, groaning.
âOkay!â Satsuki says soon enough, very loudly, as though she is far away. âIâve put the phone against Senketsu. Can you hear him?â
Ryuko scowls. âI can just hear you, actually.â
âVery funny, Ryuko,â comes Senketsu. His voice is still a bit fuzzy, but itâs clear enough that Ryuko can tell that he is in high spirits. Thereâs a bounce in his toneâthe kind he gets when heâs being ironed or when they go flying in Senketsu-Shippu.
And Ryuko didnât even think it was possible at this point, but her own spirits fall below the ground and straight into the Earthâs core at that. She canât find anything to say back to Senketsu, standing with the old landline phone held up against her face and her fingers nervously twirling and twirling the coiled wire, her whole body burning hot no matter the chill, early-morning summer breeze that canât stop hitting her.
Senketsu must notice. Of course he does.
âAre you all right, Ryuko?â he asks, all kindness and worry, and Ryuko can only clench her fist around the phone wire at the sound of it.
ââCourse I am,â she says, so loudly that she might-probably be bothering the too-close neighbors whose houses are just about rammed up against her own. âIn fact, it was so nice to get a break from your annoying ass!â
Ryuko spits onto the ground, scoffing like sheâs about to go fight up against the latest competitor ever. âI think you should stay with Satsuki longer!â she says.
Senketsu is quiet. Ryukoâs heart races in her chest. Well, it is nice to get away from how he can read shit like that so easily.
Not like being distanced really stops him, though, and he says, very Concerned, âRyuko, are youââ
And Ryuko clutches the phone wire so hard she might just have to invest in a new one again.
âI said you should just stay with Satsuki longer, didnât I?!â
She doesnât wait to hear anything more. Ryuko busts back into the house, slamming the phone down with a too-loud huff, her face very red and her heart still beating way too quickly.
If this is the way itâs gonna be, she thinks, itâs completely fine! Itâs more than fine! Sheâs just so incredibly, wonderfully fucking fine!
And maybe Ryuko would just simmer in her complete and total fine-ness, but a knock sounds on the door before she even knows it, startling all her thoughts and leaving her suddenly very aware of the fact that sheâs breathing hard and fuming after talking with her clothes on the phone at 6:30 in the morning.
But something tells her that the door is for her, so Ryuko makes her way over, giving absolutely no shits about how her hair must be even worse than usual and giving even less shits about how the strands really oughta be stickinâ up in fifty different directions and she also doesnât give any shits about how she hasnât changed out of her pajamas and she definitely, absolutely, 100% doesnât fucking care about the dark circles that must be drooping off her eyes because she slept worse than garbage and would probably just fall over if she werenât so fine right about now.
So Ryuko opens the door, looking very much like the trash she slept like, only to see none other than Senketsu and Satsuki themselves.
And she promptly slams the door in their faces.
Satsuki wrenches it right back open. Ryuko scowls.
âYou really flew all the way over here?â she asks. She tastes the nasty-ass morning breath in her mouth, and she hopes it smells just as bad as it feels. âWhat the fuck for?â
Well, that makes Satsuki look quite Exasperated. âWhat for?â she repeats. âBecause of this sight before me!â She gestures up and down at Ryuko, her motions uncharacteristically sloppy and frenziedâbut completely-characteristically full of Concern.
Ryuko only feels her irritation grow. âSays the one wearing Senketsu around like that in the middle of the street,â she says, dully.
But neither Satsuki nor Senketsu are really paying any attention to her anymore, quite content with talking among themselves as though Ryuko isnât even there.
âI told you,â Senketsu is saying, his voice obnoxiously matter-of-fact, like his Iâm-only-a-year-old ass really knows more than anyone else, âRyuko needs someone to keep her in check. It was selfish of me to leave her alone all night.â
Satsuki frowns. Ryuko could spontaneously combust. Mako tells her people have done that at her dadâs âhospitalâ before. Itâs possible.
But she doesnât.
Satsuki says, âSenketsu, but what if itâs simply the stress ofââ
And Ryuko canât take another word. âI am right fucking here,â she saysâwell, just-about-screams-to-the-heavens, more like. âYou wanna say something about my appearance or whatever the hell else, you can say it to my fucking face! Or blow it out your fucking ass!â
And Satsuki raises one of her giant caterpillar-butt eyebrows at Ryuko at that outburst. âRyuko, as your older sister, I am just concernedââ
And, well, Ryuko doesnât wait to any more. She slams the door on the two of them (again), fuming. She would have thought that this patronizing crap was behind Satsuki ever since the two of them had figured out their blood connection, but now sheâs half-convinced that this shit has just become even worse: itâs gone from just patronizing to the kind of garbage, over-protective, big-sister, patronizing for your own good crap.
And itâs just made even worse when added on to Senketsuâs already worry-warty self.
And itâs only after Ryuko has stood still for a good few seconds that she notices the entire Mankanshoku family behind her.
âDonât say anything,â she says, and she storms off into the main room before they even have a chance to stop her, as if she could really get away that easily, grimacing as she catches the sight of Satsuki and Senketsu in the window.
Ryuko slams that shut in their faces, too.
Doesnât stop them from running their mouths, though.
âSenketsu would like to say that he cares about you very much, Ryuko!â Satsuki shouts, her voice just as loud as it had been when sheâd spouted out orders from the top of Honnouji Academy. (Her tone is just as irritatingly commandeering and contentious, too.)
âAnd Satsuki loves you very much herself!â Senketsu adds.
âWeâll be back in the morning!â they shout together, and though Ryuko doesnât watch, she hears them fly away, chattering among themselves, and she falls back to her sheets at the sound of it, pulling the covers up âtil her shoulders.
Well, thereâs no way sheâs going to school today. No way, no way, no way.
But Mako is in the room in only a moment, peering over at Ryuko with big bug eyes. âRyuuuuko,â she says, leaning over, her hair brushing up against her neck, âwe have to get ready to go or weâll be late again!â
Ryuko pulls the covers completely over. âIâm sick,â she says. She turns the farthest away she can from Mako, scowling to herself.
âYeah, heartsick!â Mako cries. With a great huff, she pulls Ryukoâs sheets away and scowls a scowl that could rival Ryukoâs own, refusing to let Ryuko grab back her covers (no matter how much Ryukoâs hands reach over to snatch them back from Makoâs grip).
âRyuko, you canât cure your heartache moping around here, so stop it! Youâre not gonna win the fight for Senketsuâs heart lying around here on the floor all day!â
Well, that brings Ryuko right up to her feet.
âThe what?!â she gasps, hardly keeping herself from falling over.
Mako gets very, very close to Ryukoâs face.
âYou heard me!â she shouts. âThe. Fight. For. Senketsuâs. Heart!â
Ryukoâs mouth falls open. Her face burns.
Mako canât stop staring at her with starry eyes.
âTwo sisters,â Mako says, dreamily, âtorn apart by love! What tragedy! What horror!â
Ryuko could die.
She doesnât.
âOkay, first of all, there is nothing appealing about that kinda situation,â Ryuko manages to say. âBut youâre misunderstandinâ again. Itâs notââ
âYou donât have to lie to me, Ryuko!â Mako cries. She drapes a dramatic arm across her forehead, shutting her eyes and leaning over as though the weight of whatâs going on is too much to handle.
âI see the way you look at Senketsu!â she says. âI seeââ
And Ryuko promptly snatches her blanket back from the distracted Mako and pushes herself right back under them. âIâmsickandstayinginbed,â she says, but Mako lifts her up as though sheâs nothing, the covers falling away.
âW-what are you doing?!â Ryuko blubbers. She struggles to break free, but Makoâs grip doesnât let up one bit.
âIâm rooting for you!â Mako declares. âYou are going to win this war! Iâll make sure of it!â
Mako brings Ryuko right into the bathroom and plops her flat down onto a chair that seems to have come from nowhere because Ryuko is sure it wasnât there last night and sheâs slept like shit andâ
God, all she wants right now is just to sleep.
Ryuko sighs (for what feels like the millionth time in the last 24 hours). âLook,â she starts to say, but she stops pretty abruptly when she catches sight of her reflection in the mirror.
Oh, she thinks. She does look horrible. For real.
Her hair is sticking up in every direction, defying all logic, reason, and, well, that gravity thing. It seems more than impossible to have just woken up like that, but there her hair hangs above her, a frizzy, wild mass of human and Life Fiber andâŠ
Right. Maybe itâs not so weird, being what she is.
Ryuko turns away, quiet. Thereâs only so much lookinâ at herself that she can stand, especially when her pajamas are crinkled and too tight and falling off at the same time and her face is all red and her eyes are all bloodshot like sheâs been crying but she hasnât been cryinâ not a bit not even a little she hasnât sheâ
And Ryuko is quite quickly forced to notice that Makoâs taken a wet brush to her hair. She gasps suddenly, breaking herself away from her thoughts, grimacing as cold water drips down her neck and forehead.
ââŠand once Senketsu sees how popular you are,â Mako is saying, and Ryuko realizes all at once that she hasnât heard a word of whatever the heck Mako had been goinâ on about up to this point, âheâll see just what heâs missing and come running right back! Heâll see that heâs your uniform and only yours!â
âBut heâs not,â Ryuko says. The words come out much calmer than she had expected, and even she is surprised by the composed tone sheâs taken on. âHeâs not mine. He can do whatever he wantsâŠâ
Mako pauses in her furious brushing of Ryukoâs hair. âAnd date anyone he wants?â she asks. âLook deep inside yourself, Ryuko! You donât want Senketsu with anyone but you and you know it! You have to fight!â
Ryuko feels her hair deflateâand not from Makoâs brushing âWhy would I have to do that?â she asks. âItâs his life.â
âBut what about your life?!â Mako cries. She stands before Ryuko, placing her hands firmly on Ryukoâs shoulders, squeezing, tight. âRyuko, you deserve happiness with Senketsu!â
Ryuko pushes Makoâs hands away, her touch gentle. âYouâre still misunderstanding,â she says, and then she smiles a little, as much as she can. âSenketsu and I arenât like that at all.â
âButââ Mako tries, her eyes very wide, but Ryuko squeezes Makoâs hands now, and the girl quiets.
âWeâre not like that,â Ryuko repeats. She stands, and Mako doesnât try to stop her as she leaves the bathroom, her hair dripping icy water that falls to the floor and across her pajama top, and as she prepares herself for the day.
Sheâs fine, Ryuko tells herself. Thereâs no reason to stay in bed. She and Senketsu arenât anything like that at all, so what reason is there to be upset? To sit around mopinâ all day?
None. No reason at all!
So why is it, Ryuko thinks, as she sits in class that day, and hastily finishes her homework, and unenthusiastically jams food into her mouth at lunch, that she canât stop thinking of him? Why is it that every classmate that passes her by reminds her of him, and his stupid comfortable fabric, and reminds her of how he isnât there to talk with her anymore, and to tell her to calm down, andâ
Makoâs gasp breaks through Ryukoâs thoughts. It takes Ryuko a moment to realize that the hamburger steak between her chopsticks had fallen right to the ground.
âHow horrible!â Mako cries. She frowns at Ryuko, her expression very serious. âRyuko, you have got to talk to Senketsu!â she pleads. âOtherwise, there will be more unnecessary food death!â
Ryuko scoffs. âFood death?â she repeats. âArenât you just going to eat that anyway?â
Mako already has the fallen bit of steak in her hand, and she turns a bit red at Ryukoâs accusation. âT-that doesnât matter!â she insists, jamming the hamburger steak into her mouth. âYou still have to talk to Senketsu!â
âIâm glad to get a break from that obnoxious know-it-all,â Ryuko answers, just as she has been this whole time, poking chopsticks into her smiling tako sausage, but she drops some lettuce and tomato to the ground before lunch is over, and she canât pay any attention at all to her afternoon classes, no matter how much she knows she ought to be thinking about end-of-term exams.
On July 8th, Mrs. Mankanshoku prepares a bath for Ryuko after dinner, just as she always does.
âTake as long as you like, dear,â she says, extra sweetly, more so than usual, and Ryuko tries very hard to hide her embarrassment.
She just wasnât hungry, she wants to say. Thatâs the only reason why she just pecked at her food more than she ate it.
But Ryuko still spends an extra-extra-long time in the bath, drenching herself in the horrible, wonderful stench of cucumber and vanilla, trying to let herself believe that itâd be enough to make her feel better, and to quell her fears, and to allow her to imagine, just for a moment, that she is not alone.
And maybe it would have worked, if Mako hadnât caught Ryuko returning Mrs. Mankanshokuâs homemade laundry detergent to its proper place.
Mako looks Ryuko up and down then, her eyes catching on Ryukoâs wet hair and the detergent pail still clutched in her hands.
âRyuko,â she says, very slowly. âWhat were you doing?â
âTaking a bath,â Ryuko answers. Her grip around the detergent pail tightens. She feels very hot.
Very uncomfortable.
âWith Momâs laundry detergent?â Mako asks. She frowns, only for her eyes to get so big that Ryuko becomes half-convinced that theyâll bug right outta her face.
âOh. My. God!â Mako cries. She gets very close to Ryukoâs face, that bug-eyed look still very much staying put. âYour love for Senketsu is so strong, you even want to smell like him! How romantic!
Makoâs expression darkens. âHow tragic!â
And Ryuko is so exhausted and overwhelmed that she canât find it in her to even be surprised or offended at Makoâs outburst.
She just stands very still, her hair dripping, her grip on the laundry detergent slipping.
What was she even doing?
Mako takes a hold of Ryukoâs free hand. âRyuko,â she says, âyou have got to fight! Fight for your love!â
Somehow, Ryuko manages to shake her head. âYouâve got it all wrong,â she tells Mako, for what must be the umpteenth time. âItâs just, Iâm⊠Iâm part-clothes, right? So who says I even can love, huh? And-and, who says I should even use human stuff in my baths, huh? Maybe I shoulda been usinâ laundry detergent my whole damnââ
And Mako quite abruptly takes Ryuko by the shoulders. âDo you want me to iron you now, too?!â she cries. Sheâs got a wild, almost manic look to her now, her big brown eyes wider than ever. âRyuko, listen to yourself! You canât replace Senketsu by being him! You are Ryuko! You arenât Senketsu! You have to fight, fight, fight!â
Ryuko looks away. âFight for what?â she asks.
And Mako looks more than ready to spout on and on about that, but Ryukoâs grip on the laundry detergent just so happens to slip completely right then, and the pail falls to the ground, dumping laundry powder all over the floor.
âShit,â Ryuko says at the sight, and she groans, and she falls to the ground herself, to pick up the mess she made, but something about that damn tipped-over, rejected laundry detergent pail and the scattered powder brings a sob to her throat, and she clasps a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.
Mako softens at the sight, not even hesitating to crouch down beside Ryuko, wrapping gentle arms around her.
âRyuko,â she says, and there is none of the dramatic flair or fighting spirit in her tone any longer, âyou have to talk to him.â
Ryuko dully nods her head. She swallows back her tears, calms her breathing. âYeah,â she says, quietly. âYeah. Youâre right.â
And shyly, she brings her own arms around Mako, and returns the hug.
Itâs not until the late evening that Ryuko sums up the courage to call Senketsu, and she stands a long moment before the phone, her hair now dried, the stench of cucumber and vanilla filling her âtil she feels sick.
Mako gives her two thumbs up. Ryuko takes a deep breath, reaching her hand for the phoneâŠ
And the phone promptly rings as soon as her skin makes contact with the cheap plastic.
Ryuko picks it up, hesitantly. Mako scurries away with a grin.
âHello?â
Thereâs silence, and then, quietly, âRyuko.â
Senketsu. Ryuko canât help herself. She freezes up at the sound, twirling the phone wire in her fingers.
âSenketsu,â she says, âIâŠâ
She doesnât know what to say. Ryuko swallows, shuts her eyes. Itâs so much different over the phone. She just wishes⊠she just wishesâŠ
âIâm worried about you,â Senketsu says for Ryuko, filling the space. âSatsuki is, too. Weâre going to come over in the morning.â
Ryuko manages a laugh. She acts like itâs a surprise, like she hadnât heard them declare that they were coming back just this morning.
âAgain?â she asks. âYou were just here!â She tries to force another one of her lies, that sheâd hoped theyâd stay away a little while longer no matter what theyâd said before, because she was just starting to get used to all the peace and quiet she got without his annoying ass around.
But Ryuko canât do it anymore, and sheâs silent, her mouth dry.
âWe have⊠something to tell you,â Senketsu says, and Ryuko doesnât get any time to react to that as he shouts a hasty, âGoodbye!â and the line goes dead.
Ryuko takes a long moment before she puts down the phone, and when she finally forces herself to, she does it slowly, quietly, standing horribly still.
Itâs only when she sees Mako in the corner of her eye that she grits her teeth together, her hands folding into fists.
âWell,â Ryuko says, much more loudly than needed, âif there was a fight here, I sure got my ass handed to me!â
Makoâs smile falls, and she is uncharacteristically quiet, and she stays that way as they prepare themselves for bedâfor sleep that Ryuko knows will never come.
Something to tell you, she thinks.
So, itâs true after all.
Morning takes too long to come.
Ryuko rises as soon as she sees the first glimmers of light, stepping quietly outside to watch the sunrise.
She pushes away the thoughts of Senketsu watching the sunrise with her when she couldnât get any rest.
She pushes away the thoughts of wearing his glove to bed.
She pushes away the thoughts of sleeping with her hand over her heart, to keep that worry wart satisfied with the sound of her heart.
Ryuko absolutely, positively, most-definitely does not think about any of that shit as scarlet and orange and dandelion-yellow light up the sky, so she doesnât know why her face is wet when she comes back into the house and why her insides are so twisted up with her real issue here that she can barely breathe.
She wipes her face as quickly as she can muster when she sees Mako already awake.
âYouâre up early,â she blubbers, as nonchalantly as she can (which is about as ânonchalantâ as a Mako ten centimeters away from an all-you-can-eat buffet).
Mako pays Ryukoâs tone no mind, though. âOf course Iâm up, silly!â she says. She seems to want to be whispering âcause the rest of her familyâs still asleep, but thereâs a kind of bubbly excitement in her that has it so sheâs just-about shouting. âI have to help you get prettied up!â
âPrettied up?â Ryuko repeats.
âOf. Course!â Mako cries. She takes her hands from behind her back, revealing one of the new frilly outfits sheâd gotten on one of their shopping trips.
Mako shakes the fabric with a grin, and Ryuko doesnât have the chance to say or do anything as Mako grabs her by the hand and rushes her to the bathroom with an over-eager, âCome on!â
Ryuko only manages to escape Makoâs makeover to open the door for Satsuki and Senketsu, but by that time, itâs already too late. Her hair is tied back into two girlish pigtails, and to make her even more of an eyesore, theyâre all held up by pink ribbons that match the oversized bows on the frilly, ruffly, pink-and-purple dress drenched in lace that Mako had begged her to put on.
Her entire ensemble also matches her bubblegum-pink lipstick.
âYouâre going to wear clothes so cute that Senketsuâll be green with envy!â Mako had said. âAnd the rest of you will be even cuter! He wonât be able to resist!â
And, well, Ryuko thinks she must actually look like some ridiculous cosplayer whoâs lost her way to her conventionâand sheâs probably a million times more uncomfortable than a girl in that situation, tooâbut she pulls open the door for Satsuki and Senketsu in the ridiculous get-up all the same. (And tries very hard to ignore their wide-eyed stares.)
âSo, whatâs so important that you had to come all the way over here to tell me about?â Ryuko asks, as casually as she can muster, but she knows that she can only sound so casual when sheâs wearing an outfit and makeup more fit for a magical girl anime than reality.
And she can only be so casual when she knows that Senketsu has decided to leave her for Satsuki.
For good.
She clenches her fist at the thought.
Satsuki canât stop with the staring. Neither can Senketsu. Heâs a navy blue dress today, not too unlike his usual self (though, being on Satsuki, his fabric falls to her ankles, of course), and his eyes rest on a red scarf that Satsuki has tied around her head as a headband.
âWell, Ryuko,â Satsuki eventually manages to say, averting her eyes oddly, âI think⊠Senketsu would like to sit down, for this.â
âWell, Senketsu can tell me that himself, canât he?â Ryuko asks in a huff, but she softens a bit as Satsuki holds out a bag for her.
âI know itâs a bit early,â Satsuki says, âbut I made these for you earlier this morning. I hope you like them, and that theyâre still warm.â
Ryuko takes the gift with a heavy heart. A consolation prize, huh?
Part of Ryuko wants to be angry at the gesture, but she only feels a mixture of guilt and pity and shame when Satsuki explains, âItâs nothing much, but I thought you would like some homemade yakisoba-pan after the other day.â
Ryuko swallows the lump in her throat as she peers inside and sees the neatest fucking yakisoba-pan she has ever seenâwith yakisoba so damn perfectly kept inside the bun!âall enclosed in cutesy-pink food storage boxes that Ryuko would have never, ever fathomed her sister having.
âThanks, Sis,â she manages to say, and she lets them in, prompting an overly-excited Mrs. Mankanshoku to make them all some tea.
But Senketsu is quick to drop the news before any tea arrives and before Ryuko even has a chance to open up the yakisoba-pan, running his mouth almost as soon as they sit at the table.
âRyuko,â he says, all nervousness and anticipation and quiet enthusiasm, Ryuko trembling horribly at all of it, hardly even able to breathe, âSatsuki and I wanted to tell you thatâŠâ
Senketsu looks up at Satsuki before he goes on. Ryuko is so uncomfortable she can barely believe her Life Fiber-infused heart hasnât just given up by now.
But it clearly hasnât, and Satsuki nods her head, and together, she and Senketsu look right at Ryuko as they say, quite matter-of-fact, âWeâre dating now.â
And, well, Ryuko is quite silent for a long, long moment.
Satsukiâs cheeks flush. Senketsu sweats.
And then, without any warning at all, Ryuko breaks out laughing.
She doesnât even know how she has it in her to get such a bombastic sound out of herself on account of her shit sleeping for the last two days, but somehow, loud, shrill laughter pours out of Ryuko, and she pounds her hand on the table, blinking tears from her eyes.
âI donât see what is so funny,â Satsuki says, sounding hurt.
But Ryuko just keeps laughing through it. âOkay,â she says, amidst giggles, âyouâre tellinâ me that-thatâŠâ She pauses, more and more laughter spilling from her lips, her chest aching as she wheezes and gasps for air.
âYouâre tellinâ me that,â she tries again, still spluttering out laughter, still hardly able to breathe, âthat-that-that Satsuki KiryuinâSatsuki motherfucking Kiryuinâis datingâdatingâmy Senketsu? That Satsuki Kiryuin andââ
But, well, Ryuko canât quite go on after that.
Thatâs right, she thinks. Not her Senketsu. Not anymore.
Ryuko grits her teeth together. She laughs again, but itâs no longer the kind thatâs for something funny.
âSo, itâs true, huh?â she asks. âYouâre-youâre really⊠pushing me out, huh? Donât wanna be my uniform anymore, huh?â
Somehow, Ryuko gets up to smiling so hard that her face hurts. âWell, itâs about time!â she says. She leans back, crosses her arms as coolly as she can. âBeing my uniform must blow! And-and, I was just thinkinâ âbout how nice it wasââ
âRyuko.â Itâs Senketsu, his voice carrying none of his annoying, know-it-all sassiness, instead full of sappy, feel-good goo that makes Ryuko feel a million, trillion times worse. Senketsu wouldnât bother to be an asshole when heâs dumping her ass, of all times he should be an asshole?
Sheâs just about ready to call him the biggest dick in the world, but Senketsu speaks first, his voice far too gentle, too kind.
âIs that what this is all about?â he asks. âYou think I would abandon you?â A bit of laughter comes over him. âAfter all weâve been through, Ryuko? Why in the world would I leave you now?â
âBecause youâre an obnoxious outfit and it took ya this long to get it through yer head that you shouldnât bother with someone like me,â Ryuko saysâmumbles more likeâher face very red, her fake-ass smile long gone, and her eyes very sore.
She fiddles with the ends of the pink ribbon on her frilly bodice, keeping her eyes fixed on the stupid thing. âBut it still took ya less time than my dad, so I guess youâre not that out of your mind.â
âRyuko.â Senketsu has gone right into a somber sort of Seriousness, and it makes Ryukoâs stomach turn and turn. âI would never, ever leave you,â he says. âYou know that, right?â
Ryuko is silent. Senketsu sighs.
âRyuko, Satsuki is my girlfriend, but youâyouâre my soulmate.â
Ryuko looks up to see Satsuki nodding her head. âI couldnât keep the two of you apart if I tried,â she says, with a wink. âYouâre âtwo in one,â remember?â
Ryuko looks away, but even she canât help the small smile coming over her. âIs-is that so?â she asks.
âIt is,â says Senketsu. âNow, why donât you take that ridiculous outfit off and put me on instead? I can be anything youâd like!â
He looks towards the bag Ryukoâs left on the table. âAnd you should make it quick! Before the yakisoba-pan get cold!â
âThis coming from you?â Ryuko wants to say, but she doesnât, her entire being overwhelmed with something so strange and new and different that she canât speak.
But itâs not uncomfortable. None of this is uncomfortable at all.
And okay, maybe Ryuko smiles just a bit and is just a bit glad when Satsukiâs scarf comes her way, and she brings him into her arms, and she wraps him around her neck, just like theyâd done when she had sworn on everything that she would bring him back if it were the last thing she ever did.
And when Ryuko finally returns her sisterâs clothes, and goes to come back into her own, she thinks that someday soon, she will be too old for sailor uniforms, and Senketsu will be too old to be sailor uniforms, too.
But right now, on the brisk, balmy morning of July 9th, Ryuko is still in high school, and still a teenage girl, and she thinks, sheâs going to enjoy that for as long as she can.
And sheâs glad, and satisfied, and so damn comfortable, that she doesnât have to say a word to Senketsu about any of it, as he comes to her, and she comes to him, just as they always had.
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