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Indie, selective Ryuuko Matoi from Kill la Kill. Penned by Cress. Please read rules before interracting.

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Oh, lighten up, Satsuki, it’s just a joke. Besides, we have been on a date before. Only difference was Mako came too.”

A quick tightening of her red scarf before she crossed her arms, smiling warmly. 

“A date doesn’t have to be something mushy and romantic. We don’t know each other too well beyond what we shared at Honnouji and, well, we were trying to kill each other half the time. I want to get to know my older sister better. That sounds like my kind of date.”

—≪⚖️≫”I see your point. Doesn’t change the fact that this is still going to be awkward.”

     A half laugh, as she moved to stand beside the other. 

     “I’m bringing a small amount of money with me as well, in case we find something interesting we wish to buy. Also for food. I will let you lead the way, however.”

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✂️️<< “Hah, well, you don’t to be so formal about it. But I guess that’s just you, huh?”

She looped her arm around her sister’s, tugging her along, an enthusiastic laugh breaking her lips. This felt right. The only blood family she had left. Mako was as good as her sister, of course, but . . . 

“And it’s only awkward if you make it awkward, sis.” She added, squeezing Satsuki’s forearm.

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Hey, that only happened because I was pissed and shell-shocked. If you had monstrous harps blaring outside of your door, you’d do the same.”

A light laugh from Ryuuko as she handed the envelope back to Satsuki. This was what it was like to have a sister, then? She had already somewhat respected the other before they knew the truth, but since they’d saved the world, she could definately recognized the difference.

“Alright, a walk through the market stalls, then we head to the concert hall once it starts getting dark. Hey, when you think about it, it’s kind like a date, huh?”

—≪⚖️≫”At least there will be properly played music this time and a lot less on the line.”

    She moved to grab her purse, putting it over her shoulder.

      “A date? How absurd, given we’re sisters, don’t you think, Ryuuko?”

      The blush was still there, as Satsuki ran a brush through short raven locks a few times just to make sure she was presentable for the streets… Ah, it was still hard to adjust to that. She supposed a lot of people would ridicule her for being awkward in society, especially given how she carried herself just months before.

[fiberbxrn-blog]

✂️️<< “Oh, lighten up, Satsuki, it’s just a joke. Besides, we have been on a date before. Only difference was Mako came too.”

A quick tightening of her red scarf before she crossed her arms, smiling warmly. 

“A date doesn’t have to be something mushy and romantic. We don’t know each other too well beyond what we shared at Honnouji and, well, we were trying to kill each other half the time. I want to get to know my older sister better. That sounds like my kind of date.”

[tsuyoi-kisaki-blog]

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✂️️<< “What the hell is this…”

     I blink, the fog slowly clearing from my head. What had happened to me? Ragyo… That Lolita bitch… They forced me into this godforsaken kamui. Took advantage of my identity crisis. I grit my teeth as my blood starts to boil from the anger. This kamui wasn’t anything like Senketsu… He was icy cold except when fighting…

     How had Satsuki put up with wearing him all the time like I did Senketsu?

     “Get off! Get off! Get off!”

    What had started in my head, came out in screams now.

     “How dare you force me into this!”

     My fingers dig into the fabric, nails breaking the seams.

     “Get off of me!”

     Screams for me to stop as I begin to pull, the sound of tearing fabric and flesh filling my ears. I can smell and taste the blood… I can feel every thread as it rips away from my skin, leaving lacerations.

     “Stop! You’ll kill yourself!”

      I hear a voice scream out, but my ears are so flooded with the snarls from Junketsu and my own pain I can’t make out who they are.

      “I would rather die than keep wearing this!”

     A more forceful pull, more of the kamui tears away from me. I leave the midsection, a hand pulling on the collar while the other hand moves for one of the stockings.

     “Because if I don’t get this off of me, I can never wear Senketsu again!”

     I scream out at the top of my lungs, ripping it finally off of my body, throwing it to the broken ground. My breathing is heavy as my senses are filled with that of blood and pain… In fact I’ve been baptized in my own blood at this point.

      “Ryuuko-chan!”

     “Are you okay?”

      My eyes shift to Senketsu and Mako… 

     “It hurts… It hurts like hell.”

      The only thing I can think of besides the pain… Is how much I want to feel Senketsu’s warmth on me again… To feel comfortable with what I’m wearing. Maybe he can save me… Sure he has to drink my blood… But I feel safer if he’s on me… Maybe he can give me the strength to keep from falling to the ground now out of defeat. No… 

     I know he can.

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Hey, hey! Is Satsuki Kiryuin nervous? Now, that’s a first.” A nudge at her sister’s ribs as Ryuuko relaxed. Digging at her sister was absolutely familiar territory, even if before now, the taunts hadn’t been on a familial scale.

She spotted something at the corner of her eye. An opened envelope, and sticking out … were those ticket stubs? She snatched it up, upending it into her other hand.

“Hey … Nonon sent you concert tickets? Of course the pipsqueak’s still looking after you even now. That’s today, too … I mean, I’m not big on classical, but maybe it sounds better when the music is literally killer. Want to end up there after we hang out for a while?”

—≪⚖️≫”Tch… I’m not nervous, wait! Hey! What are you—”

      Her question was cut off by Ryuuko flaunting the tickets around. Somehow the whole spectacle only made her blush more, cursing the fact that Nonon had sent her those… It was her own fault though, for leaving them out in the open.

     “Yes, yes, let’s just hope you don’t lose your cool like the last time you heard such music. I’m sure the concert hall would like to stay in one piece.”

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✂️️<< “Hey, that only happened because I was pissed and shell-shocked. If you had monstrous harps blaring outside of your door, you’d do the same.”

A light laugh from Ryuuko as she handed the envelope back to Satsuki. This was what it was like to have a sister, then? She had already somewhat respected the other before they knew the truth, but since they’d saved the world, she could definately recognized the difference.

“Alright, a walk through the market stalls, then we head to the concert hall once it starts getting dark. Hey, when you think about it, it’s kind like a date, huh?”

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Hah. A year ago, you would have told me I was being weak, a pig in clothing or something like that. It’s nice to see you’ve changed since then, Satsuki.”

The rogueish grin returned now as Ryuko smiled at her sister.

“If you want to help? I was kind of hoping to go out and do something. Mako’s busy today, so it would just be the two of us. You’re alright with that, aren’cha?”

—≪⚖️≫”The two of us… Just going into town? For the fun of it? I…”

     Hands nervously pulled at the long skirt she was wearing, while fingers went up to twirl short hair.

     “I suppose I can… T-Try. I’m not… Uh… Very good with the idea of… Fun.”

     A light blush tinted her cheeks as she admitted to this. She had…. Become very humble, given she was no longer in charge.

[fiberbxrn-blog]

✂️️<< “Hey, hey! Is Satsuki Kiryuin nervous? Now, that’s a first.” A nudge at her sister’s ribs as Ryuuko relaxed. Digging at her sister was absolutely familiar territory, even if before now, the taunts hadn’t been on a familial scale.

She spotted something at the corner of her eye. An opened envelope, and sticking out . . . were those ticket stubs? She snatched it up, upending it into her other hand.

“Hey . . . Nonon sent you concert tickets? Of course the pipsqueak's still looking after you even now. That’s today, too . . . I mean, I’m not big on classical, but maybe it sounds better when the music is literally killer. Want to end up there after we hang out for a while?”

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Hmph! It sounds like you’re scared to take me on!” A determined scowl stretched across the ravenette’s face, hands crossing across her chest.

“I’m curious, alright? You’ve defeated countless fiends without any power besides the core on your back and your own strength. I’m the same way. Without Senketsu, I wouldn’t have any power to accomplish anything, at least, not how I was then.”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Warwick. He reminded her far too much of herself. Experimented on until the point of death, then discarded to die, yet back with more power than intended.

To be honest, rather than the respect she should feel for their shared predicament, she felt a mix of disgust and anger.

“Come on! Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to go all out!”

“You think this core on my back gives me strength?” Warwick asked in a lecturing tone. “This core does nothing but erase my humanity and feed chemicals that at this point have permanently transformed me into a monster. When I get angry or draw blood it over clocks itself and pumps more into me, feeding my rage and malice. It has been intricately laced into my veins, nerves and bones. Other than those things it does nothing but cause me pain.”

 Out came the truth. Warwick’s greatest source of fuel for fighting was purely his wrath. However, it appeared she had been watching him from afar at times and spectating the wolf during his hunts left her curious. Despite her watching him Warwick knew nothing of her, not even her name. So far she seemed like some rebellious girl out to prove herself, yet the admittance to curiosity threw that off; if only slightly.

“What is your name?” The chimera finally asked. “While I never have had the desire to ‘go all out’ as you call it, I do put my entire being into my hunts. I prefer to hunt the impure. Despite your rebellious attitude I don’t sense anything in you that has my instincts demanding your corpse.” He explained. “I am wrath, I am nightmares. Only the death of myself or my prey ends the hunts. That is why I said you shouldn’t be so eager to throw your life away. I have no self control. From the first scratch I would be out to end your life.”

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✂️️<< “So when you fight, you fight for keeps. Hah, that’s fine with me. All that means is that I have to fight you until I wear you down so much, the urge to kill’s impossible to think about.”

The ravenette tilted her head, grinning now. She might not like what Warwick was, but that sure as hell wasn’t going to make the idea of testing herself against him any less enticing. She raised her scissor blade, fully intent on making him mad. A stupid idea? Absolutely. But it was a fight she knew with certainty she could survive.

“The name’s Matoi. Ryuuko Matoi. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it, hairball.”

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fiberbxrn:

@wolfofthegray

✂️️<< “Yeah, you heard me right! Fight me, you over-sized science project!”

Ryuuko seems to be taking personal offense at Warwick’s existence for some reason.

 “Well aren’t you a hot headed one?” Warwick growled. “Give me a good reason to waste my time on a rebellious girl like you when there are bigger fish to slaughter. Children should not be so hasty in throwing away their lives.”

 It wasn’t often that others came looking for a fight with the chimera, but their stamina and durability never outlasted his own. Part of it was his own natural reservoirs of strength, the other part was that his core would force him to continue on if it were anything other than green.

[fiberbxrn-blog]

✂️️<< “Hmph! It sounds like you’re scared to take me on!” A determined scowl stretched across the ravenette’s face, hands crossing across her chest.

“I’m curious, alright? You’ve defeated countless fiends without any power besides the core on your back and your own strength. I’m the same way. Without Senketsu, I wouldn’t have any power to accomplish anything, at least, not how I was then.”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Warwick. He reminded her far too much of herself. Experimented on until the point of death, then discarded to die, yet back with more power than intended.

To be honest, rather than the respect she should feel for their shared predicament, she felt a mix of disgust and anger.

“Come on! Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to go all out!”

[fiberbxrn-blog]

@wolfofthegray

✂️️<< “Yeah, you heard me right! Fight me, you over-sized science project!”

Ryuuko seems to be taking personal offense at Warwick’s existence for some reason.

[tsuyoi-kisaki-blog]

fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “No, no, it’s not you. That’s far from it, really …!”

An audible sigh as Ryuko stood up from her chair, staring out the expansive glass window. The sight was magnificent, but it did nothing to calm her nerves.

“Ugh. Maybe it is the fact that the fighting’s done. I’ve been fighting for so long in the first place. To be done with it … I carried that scissor everywhere, and now it’s sitting with its other half, down under the ocean. I just …”

An exasperated sigh as she looked over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“I don’t know what to do with myself, Satsuki. I’m lost.”

—≪⚖️≫”I can understand why you’d feel that way.”

     She stood up now, going over to her sister, laying a hand on her shoulder.

     “Is there…. Anything I can do to help you? Anything at all, I’m here for you now…. I’m still new to this whole sister thing, but… Yeah.”

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✂️️<< “Hah. A year ago, you would have told me I was being weak, a pig in clothing or something like that. It’s nice to see you’ve changed since then, Satsuki.”

The rogueish grin returned now as Ryuko smiled at her sister.

“If you want to help? I was kind of hoping to go out and do something. Mako’s busy today, so it would just be the two of us. You’re alright with that, aren’cha?”

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Eh, I’ve been … on edge.”

She shifted uneasily. Maybe it was the lack of Senketsu, maybe the fact that she didn’t have to fight. But she found herself dwelling close to her sister. She wasn’t one for a fancy manor, but … aside from Mako, Satsuki was the only family Ryuuko had left.

“So, um … what have you been up to?”

—≪⚖️≫”Doing some paperwork… Tell me, what has you uneasy? The war is over now… You could leave if you wished. If it unsettles you to remain by me… That is…”

     She wasn’t sure. She just… Wanted her to be happy. Especially after everything they had went through together.

[fiberbxrn-blog]

✂️️<< “No, no, it’s not you. That’s far from it, really . . .!”

An audible sigh as Ryuko stood up from her chair, staring out the expansive glass window. The sight was magnificent, but it did nothing to calm her nerves.

“Ugh. Maybe it is the fact that the fighting’s done. I’ve been fighting for so long in the first place. To be done with it . . . I carried that scissor everywhere, and now it’s sitting with its other half, down under the ocean. I just . . .”

An exasperated sigh as she looked over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“I don’t know what to do with myself, Satsuki. I’m lost.”

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fiberbxrn:

✂️️<< “Onee-san … Heh, I can’t even say that with a straight face. How’re ya doing, sis?”

—≪⚖️≫ “Slightly annoyed, but when aren’t I?”

     She finished a sip of her tea, before setting it down onto the saucer, setting it aside.

     “What about you?”

[fiberbxrn-blog]

✂️️<< “Eh, I’ve been . . . on edge.”

She shifted uneasily. Maybe it was the lack of Senketsu, maybe the fact that she didn’t have to fight. But she found herself dwelling close to her sister. She wasn’t one for a fancy manor, but . . . aside from Mako, Satsuki was the only family Ryuuko had left.

“So, um . . . what have you been up to?”

[fiberbxrn-blog]

✂️️<< “Onee-san . . . Heh, I can’t even say that with a straight face. How’re ya doing, sis?”