"We're here miss." The driver said, but I was too lost in my thoughts to realize he said anything.

In just three days my entire world seemed to have changed. My name is Ryūko, that I do know. But the truth is other then that I don't know who I am. I thought I was Ryūko Matoi the daughter of Isshin Matoi: The girl whose father wanted nothing to do with her. But here I am now; in a white limo being driven to a mansion owned by a mom that my dad always told me died a little after I was born, with nothing but a red scissor blade that my dad gave me before he died. I finally get back to the present after the driver shakes my shoulder.

"Sorry..." I say to the driver, who I now see's been quietly holding the door open for me.

"It's not a problem at all. With what you've been through, it's only natural to find yourself absent minded." He tells me as I step out of the car.

"Would you like me to walk you to the door?" He asks, holding the guitar case I carry my scissor in.

"No. I'm fine from here." I say as I take the case from his hand.

Even though I was pretty much raised by a bunch of sitters until I was old enough for boarding school, I never felt like the kind of girl who had a bunch of servants to do whatever for her. So having some guy I don't know drive me to this place I don't know and then offer to walk me inside made me feel uncomfortable. I felt a little better with each step I took as I walked, especially when I heard the limo drive away behind me. It meant I could think more about all this and what happened.

It started like any normal day at school; I gave some guy a broken nose for not knowing when to keep his mouth shut and his friend a shiner when he tried jumping in, but during seventh period I got called to the principals office. I figured it was about the two guys I sent to the nurse, but when I got there the principals attendant just handed me a letter. The last thing I expected from my dad was for him to write me a letter saying he wanted to see me, but that's what it said. In his handwriting. I wasn't sure what it was about, but for some reason I left the campus and caught the first bus to my house. I remember waiting impatiently for my stop, it didn't help that it was night by the time I got there. When I made it to my house it felt colder than usual, the entire place felt empty. Lifeless.

I remember looking around for my dad, calling out for him as I enter each room. That's when I found him. I found my dad pinned to a wall by the very scissor in my case. When I got close to him, he pulled it out of his chest. After he freed himself he gave me the scissor, he told me if I wanted to find whoever did this to him; I'd need to look for whoever has the other half. That's when I heard somebody, it had to have been the bastard who did this. Now I wish I never ran after whoever I saw, when I followed them outside the entire building went up in a fiery explosion. I was remembering the sound of the explosion when I heard the front door open, once again I was reminded of what's happening now, it freaked me out a little. But I can tell the maid who opened the door thought I was just nervous.

"Hello and welcome, you must be Lady Ryūko. I'm afraid that neither your mother or sister's here right now." She said to me.

"I have a sister?" I thought to myself.

"Uh hi, thanks." I say to her, not sure how I'm supposed to act.

With how big this place was on the inside, full of some expensive looking statues and a couple of maids (two or three were slowly approaching me), I felt even more out of place. And it definitely showed when one of them reached for my guitar case. What the hell's up with these people trying to carry my stuff anyway. I get that it's their job but it's still really freakin annoying.

"I'm good with carrying this, thanks." I say, trying to pass it off with a lousy smile that just made it more awkward.

"Very well, I'll show you to your room then and help you get settled in here." She says. Judging by the look in their eyes, I think I offended them.

"Thank you." I manage to say without acting or sounding weird.

This time I tried not to think about what happened to me. I didn't want to offend the maid in front of me, or get lost in this place. As we walked I saw more and more maids, they all greeted me just like the first one and I just kept saying 'hi.' I hate feeling like this; everyone here seems to know my name, but I don't know anything about them. The more we walk, the more I started noticing that aren't any family photos anywhere. You'd think there'd be at least one or two. It's not until the maid I've been following says my room will be at the end of this hall that I realize I don't even know what they look like, my mom or sister. I'll have to ask her what they, my family, look like. If I get the chance.

"This is where you'll be staying." She says as she opens a door.

I stepped inside. It was not like I was excepting much, but I definitely wasn't expecting a room that had stuff you'd find in a five star hotel. There was a soft looking bed with white pillows and blankets, a huge wooden dresser with handles that looked like they're made of real gold, a nightstand with a lamp that looks like it's made of pearl, and a bathroom that looked like it was as big as the room from the doorway.

"I'll come back a little later, I'm sure you want time to unpack and get yourself settled in." She said as she left, talk about crappy timing: the one time someone'll leave me alone is when I've got a damn question.

Now that I'm alone, I might as well get "settled in" like she said. The only thing I have is my scissor and the guitar case I carry it in, so it's not like I have anything to unpack. All my clothes are being sent here from my school. Well former school, with my dad gone there was no way they'd get any tuition. So they're just sending whatever stuff I have at my dorm and then they never want to hear from me again. I don't care. I hated that place as much as they hated me. Right now I just wanna rest, so I hope this beds as soft as it looks. It feels fine but of course, it's white. So far pretty much everything I've seen in this place has been white. The columns are white. The doorways are white. The lamp on the nightstand next to me is white. Even the damn wallpaper is white! Being surrounded by all this white is just frustrating. Now all I can think of is this place and how it's way bigger and colder than my old home. Being in this place, full of strangers, just reminds me of when I was younger and living with my dad. How alone I always was, and how I still am.

"Lady Ryūko, may I come in?" That maid from earlier asked after knocking on the door.

I'm glad she's back, maybe now I'll learn something about my mom or sister. I don't want to stay in here, so I get up and walk to the door. I should've said something; when I opened the door, she almost knocked on my head. I can tell she's worried.

"Sorry." She says to me as she lowers her hand, now a jittery wreck.

"Don't worry about it." I said, hoping she'll relax. When that didn't work I tried changing the subject.

"Can I ask you something about my family, I mean about my mom and sister." I asked, hoping to learn something about them.

"Like what?" She asked, looking less worried and more confused.

"Like who are they and what're they like? What are their names?" I ask, hopefully she'll give me some answers.

It took her a little before she said anything to me, she must of thought I was joking. When she realized I was serious, she finally said something.

"Come this way and I think I'll be able to help you." She said as she walked out of the room.

Well I'm not about to just sit around here, I've waited long enough. I follow her out of my room and close the door behind me.

Author's Notes

This was the byproduct of me having insomnia while thinking of a completely unrelated Kill La Kill story. When I came up with the idea for this story, I realized that this definitely has some potential. Only problem, for starters, is that I can't think of a name I like for this. One I keep rejecting is "Ryūko Kiryūin" but I think it's too boring and obvious. I'm not sure if this'll just be a One-Off or not but having a name would help, so I'd appreciate feedback and name ideas.