Disclaimer: I don't own Kill la Kill. That's TRIGGER

Ryuko stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra. She walked over to the living room, patting her wet hair with a towel as she went. Mako was already on the sofa, watching High School Musical 2 on Netflix with a bowl of popcorn on her lap. Ryuko sat down next to her, making Mako look over momentarily before turning her attention back to the screen.

"Why didn't you tell me this was on?" Ryuko asked, tossing the towel aside and shaking her hair out.

"If I did, you wouldn't have taken a shower." Mako replied, offering the bowl of popcorn to Ryuko. "Want some?"

"Thanks." Ryuko took a handful and looked at the screen. "Did they already sing on the baseball field?"

"Not yet." Mako said, shoving a handful into her mouth. "I'd pause it for you if you took too long. I know it's your favorite part."

"The whole movie is my favorite part." Ryuko said, glancing at her friend. "So, what are we doing today?"

"I might be hanging out with Ira later." Mako replied with a shrug. "He's never seen any Disney movies, so that's what we're doing."

Ryuko hummed. "His place, or…?"

"I'm not forcing you out of your own home." Mako said. "Besides, Ira's TV is at least four times bigger than ours, so…"

"I get it." Ryuko flopped on top of Mako, making the now empty popcorn bowl fall to the ground. "You're abandoning me. For a boy! Oh, Mako, look how low you've sank!"

"Get off!" Mako squealed, flailing her limbs about, trying in vain to get Ryuko off of her. "You're heavy! Have you gained weight?"

"Not everyone is made of twigs and leaves!" Ryuko propped herself up with her left arm and flexed her right bicep in front of Mako. "See this? It's called definition!"

"Nope." Mako giggled, kicking her legs at Ryuko's exposed abdomen. "It's fat. You're a chub! You've got invisible fat!"

"Invisible fat?" Ryuko sat back on her side of the sofa, smirking as Mako scrambled to sit up.

"Yeah, like a giant invisible sumo suit."

"Oh really?"

"Yep." Mako nodded. "You should really work on that invisible fat problem while I'm gone."

"And how do you propose I do that?"

"Maybe you could invite-"

"No!" Ryuko exclaimed, her cheeks turning pink. "Will you stop with that? I don't like her!"

"I'll stop when you admit it." Mako stood and shook out her clothes, causing stray pieces of popcorn to fall to the ground. "The first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem, you know."

"Shut up!" Ryuko snapped, looking at the screen just as the cast members made their way onto the baseball field. "It's the best part!"

They watched the musical number is relative silence, apart from Mako singing along under her breath. When the number ended, Mako seemed intent to continue their earlier conversation, but Ryuko was lost to the film. Mako sighed and started watching with her.

After a few more minutes and no musical numbers to hold their attention, Mako's cellphone started to ring. She took one look at it and stood, grabbing her shoes and her jacket, all the while trying not to look away from the movie. Ryuko, finding Mako's display more entertaining than the film, decided to watch as her friend stumbled about the apartment.

"Don't eat all the Cheetos while I'm gone!" Mako ordered as she slipped her shoes on.

"Whatever." Ryuko nodded.

"And put on a shirt, I don't care if you like being half naked, but it's chilly out. I don't want you getting sick."

"Fine."

"Oh, and National Treasure is on tonight." Mako said as she opened the door. "At five-ish, I think. It's on the History Channel."

"Sweet!" Ryuko grinned.

"I thought you'd like to know." Mako nodded, leaving the apartment. "See ya later."

"Kay, bye." Ryuko gave a half wave as she fiddled with the remote to bring the TV back to cable. "Be safe."

The door slammed shut, and Ryuko was alone. She had five and a half hours before National Treasure would be on, though the current documentary about zombies seemed mildly interesting. With a grunt, Ryuko stood and stretched before walking toward the kitchenette and rifling in the cabinets. She bypassed the Cheetos, knowing full well that Mako would have an aneurysm if she ate them without her, instead going for the boxes of Fruit Roll Ups and Gushers. She opened a packet of Gushers and a Roll Up, before dumping the Gushers onto the Roll Up and folding it like a burrito.

"It's made with real fruit…" She reasoned to herself, taking a bite out of her 'burrito.' "Yum."

Ryuko put the boxes away, glancing at the TV every once and a while to make sure she didn't miss out on any zombie knowledge. She was on her way back to the sofa when her phone let out a little ping, notifying her that she got a text. Taking one more bite out of her snack, Ryuko walked to the coffee table and grabbed her phone.

It was a text from Satsuki.

"How do you feel about Nicolas Cage films?"

Ryuko furrowed her brow and frowned before replying. "wtf"

Just as Ryuko turned her attention back to her show, her phone pinged again. "One of the theaters is having a special viewing of Face/Off. Nonon has an extra ticket, if you want to join us."

Ryuko had half a mind to decline the offer solely based on the fact that she didn't want to put a shirt on. But a free movie was a free movie, and Ryuko wasn't about to pass up watching a 90's cornball action flick with someone other than Mako to keep her company. She finished her 'burrito' and typed out a reply quickly.

"sure when do u want me to show up?"

Ryuko stood and walked to her bedroom to get dressed. She placed her phone on the dresser as she rifled through the drawers, silently cursing herself for never folding her clothes. She put on a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans before her phone pinged twice.

Both were from Satsuki "You really couldn't spell out 'you?' Seriously?" followed by "We'll pick you up in 20 minutes. Nonon says to wear something clean."

Ryuko rolled her eyes as she pulled on her socks before typing her message. "ill text how i want thnx and i am wearing something clean but mayb ill spill something on it just to piss her off"

Smiling to herself, Ryuko grabbed her scarf and left the room before plopping back onto the sofa. The zombie show had ran its course, and now something about alien invasions was on. Ryuko frowned, what did aliens invading have to do with history? But it was nice to see some clever ideas for surviving an 'inevitable apocalypse.'

Just as the show was starting to get boring, Ryuko's phone pinged. Satsuki was waiting outside the building. Ryuko tossed her scarf and jacket on and slipped on her shoes, before grabbing her keys and wallet, and turning off the TV. She took one look around the apartment before flicking off the lights and leaving.

Ryuko sent Satsuki a text, telling her that she was in the elevator and made her way down the steps. She ran through the lobby, opening the door only to frown at the sight in front of her. Satsuki's car was parked outside, but there was a strange song booming from the speakers in a language that Ryuko didn't recognize. The back window rolled down, revealing Nonon, who leaned out the window and started shouting.

"Get the fuck in the damn car, you god damn trash baby!"

Ryuko hesitated, but walked up to the passenger door and climbed in quickly. The music was louder on the inside, to no one's surprise, but even though it sounded a little clearer, Ryuko still couldn't name the language that the song was being sung in.

"What song is this?" Ryuko asked as Satsuki started to drive.

"Leck mich im Arsch." Nonon grunted from the backseat, her arms crossed as she glared out the window. "It's by Mozart."

"Okay…" Ryuko's brow furrowed, Nonon's answer didn't really help her at all.

"It's German for 'lick my ass.'" Satsuki supplied, not taking her eyes off the road.

"What?" Ryuko's eyes widened. "Mozart wrote a song called 'Lick my ass?'"

"Yes." Satsuki nodded, just as the song changed.

"And I bet this is Beethoven's 'suck my dick,' right?"

"I highly doubt it."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because it's not Beethoven. It's Bach."

Ryuko couldn't will herself to respond, instead choosing to look out the window. Whatever was playing just sounded like a bunch of instruments angrily playing at once, but it kept Nonon from saying insults that totally weren't hurtful in the slightest, so Ryuko didn't really mind. She'd never admit it, but Ryuko periodically cast glances at Satsuki.

She didn't seem to notice, that or she didn't care enough to acknowledge Ryuko's looks. Her eyes were fixated on the road with some strange intensity that Ryuko couldn't put a finger on. Who was intense about driving to see a shitty movie? Was Satsuki Kiryuin even a real person? There was no way that she was a real person.

"We're here." Satsuki said, pulling into a parking lot. "Nonon, turn this off."

"But we haven't even reached the good part." Nonon muttered, clicking the music off nonetheless.

"There's a good part?" Ryuko said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"What are you saying you stupid piece of trash!?" Nonon exclaimed, leaning forward to look Ryuko in the eye. "You wouldn't know good music if it bit you in the ass while singing Wonderwall!"

"I know good music!" Ryuko snapped back. "The kind that's not just some weird chanting about licking someone's butt!"

"Are you both done?" Satsuki asked from outside the car, tapping on the window irritably. "You both have different tastes in music, it'd be useless to just shout at each other about it. Now let's go."

"Whatever." Nonon rolled her eyes and slid out of the car easily. "It's not like I can talk some sense into you anyway."

"Well, I don't listen to pretentious assholes, so it wouldn't work." Ryuko muttered, following Nonon out of the car.

"Whatever." Nonon sighed, stretching as she and Satsuki turned their heels and walked toward the building.

"Hey!" Ryuko turned and jogged after them with a frown. "You're both assholes, you know that!"

"Don't whine, Matoi." Satsuki said without looking at Ryuko. "It's unbecoming."

"Well shit, I'll have to remember that next time I wanna impress you." Ryuko muttered, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"It wasn't meant for you to hear!" Ryuko snapped.

"Then why say something?"

"I talk to myself, okay?! Is that a problem?"

"Not at all." Satsuki said, opening the door for Ryuko and Nonon. "Are you don't being a child?"

Ryuko didn't say anything as she entered the building. Satsuki said something to Nonon before walking away and getting into a line. Ryuko went to follow her, before Nonon grabbed her upper arm and tugged her back.

"How many people does it take to get snacks?" Nonon grunted, her frown deepening. "Damn, you've got some rad muscle definition. Do you lift cows or something?"

"Cows?" Ryuko asked, shaking her head. "No. I just work out. But I don't use cows."

"I'm not serious." Nonon muttered. "God, what the hell is wrong with you? You're weird as shit, you know that? I can't believe Satsuki likes you."

"She likes me?" Ryuko felt her face turn bright red. "R-really?

"No, she invited you to hang out because she fucking hates you. What the hell?"

"I never really thought of that…"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"She's trying to be your friend, you dumb shit."

"You're both freaks, you know! It's not my fault if you don't make any sense normally!"

"You're lucky Satsuki is really oblivious, or else she'd know about you're dumb little crush."

"I don't have a crush!"

"You so do, and Captain Oblivious has no idea." Nonon crossed her arms and shot Ryuko a glare. "So if you're gonna try to court her, you'd better be up front about it or else she won't know and it'll be hilarious for the rest of us. Especially me."

"Especially you?" Ryuko furrowed her brow. "Why? Do you have a crush on her?"

"Yeah right." Nonon rolled her eyes. "Once upon a time in high school." Nonon sighed. "But I didn't have the balls to be upfront about it, and it didn't work out well. But I wouldn't have it any other way, to be honest. Satsuki's a great friend, banging her would just complicate things."

"Really?"

"No, Satsuki wouldn't let things get complicated like that." Nonon replied, glancing around at some movie posters. "She's cool like that… So don't mess anything up with her! Or I'll rip your head off and use it as a bowling ball!"

"That's not a normal threat."

"You're not normal!"

"Really? That's all you could come up with?"

"I basically give you my blessing to try to bang my best friend, and you don't even thank me! I'm too good a person to deal with you!"

"I'm so sure." Ryuko rolled her eyes just as Satsuki returned, looking a little more than mildly irritated. "What crawled up your ass?"

Satsuki thrust a bucket of popcorn and a soda into Ryuko's hands. "I got you Coke." She said, handing Nonon her drink. "It seemed the safest bet, though I don't know who in their right mind would think these sizes are medium."

"Yeah, I bet Nonon could fit in there…" Ryuko replied, elbowing the shorter woman. "You know, if I turned you into a liquid first… That didn't come out right… Did it?"

"No, it really didn't." Satsuki shook her head and looked at Nonon. "Which theater?"

"Fifteen."

They walked in silence, aside from a snide comment or two from Nonon about the 'greasy hoodlums' that were 'ruining her viewing experience.' Once they made it to their theater, Satsuki forced Ryuko out of the seat she had originally chosen, front and center, and directed her to a 'better' seat near the middle. Ryuko merely frowned and did as she was told, she didn't want to be the lonely freak who's watching a shitty 90's movie alone.

"You don't seem like the type to like these kinds of movies." Ryuko said to Nonon, who sat on the other side of Satsuki.

"I'm not, but a certain monkey is." Nonon replied, leaning back in her seat with a smug look. "I won them off him in a bet. You should have seen his face when he lost! It was priceless."

"What was the bet?"

"It was stupid and none of your business."

"They made bets about The Bachelor." Satsuki said with a sigh.

"Seriously?" Ryuko grinned, looking over at Nonon evilly.

"Seriously." Satsuki rolled her eyes. "Nonon likes to watch the women who don't get chosen cry. It's strange." She paused for a moment. "Now shut up, the movie's about to start."

Ryuko sat back and kept her eyes on the screen. She heard Nonon muttering to Satsuki during the opening scenes, followed by a small chuckle. Ryuko frowned when she wasn't let in on the joke, though it might not even be that funny if Satsuki wasn't going to relay it to her. With a satisfied grin, Ryuko watched the explosions and poorly choreographed fight scenes.

"It's like they attached fireworks to the plane…" Satsuki muttered after an explosion. "The nineties really were magical, weren't they?"

"Totally." Ryuko nodded.

They fell into silence again, the complete insanity of the film was enough to keep Ryuko entertained. Let alone Nicholas Cage's performance was awesome, Ryuko couldn't stop thinking about how he acted like a demented Looney Tune. Satsuki seemed to think the same thing based on the amused look on her face every time he was on screen.

"The new John Travolta is a better husband that old John Travolta!" Nonon exclaimed quietly, causing Ryuko to laugh. "Why is the criminal a better dad than the cop?!"

"Because he's stuck in the past." Satsuki muttered back. "He's an obsessed detective who had to find the man who killed his son, the rest of his family be damned."

"Heavy." Ryuko replied quietly.

Satsuki did not reply.

"Hey shut up." Nonon grumbled, giving Ryuko a pointed look. "You're ruining this masterpiece."

"You're ruining this day!" Ryuko shot back.

"You're both going to stop." Satsuki said, giving each of them a glare and Ryuko found herself shrinking back in her seat.

Apparently, Nonon had done the same. They fell into silence again, save for a few snide remarks about plot holes and bad parenting. The action was enough to keep Ryuko's attention for the most part, and she'd be lying if she said that the acting wasn't entertaining. Toward the end, Ryuko noticed that both Satsuki and Nonon had gone completely silent.

Ryuko looked over at Satsuki. Her body had gone stiff and her frown had somehow deepened. Ryuko elbowed the taller woman, causing her to jump slightly in surprise. Satsuki glared at Ryuko for a moment before another explosion caused her to jump again.

"What crawled up your ass?" Ryuko muttered.

"Nothing. This film is tiresome. Why don't they both just die?"

"Because it's the nineties."

Satsuki hummed and sat back in her seat.

The movie finished predictably, and Ryuko stood up immediately when the credits started running. She stretched briefly before finishing the rest of her drink. Satsuki and Nonon did the same, and they left the theater quickly.

"That was awful!" Nonon laughed as they left the building. "Why was that chimp so excited to watch this?!"

"I don't know, I think the acting was fun." Ryuko said, pulling out her phone to see if Mako had texted her. She had, but only to remind her not to eat all the Cheetos and to put a shirt on because it was cold. Ryuko let out a bark of laughter before sending a reply.

"Yeah, Nick Cage sure knows how to freak people out." Nonon sighed as they climbed into Satsuki's car. "But he can't ever be in a 3D movie, kids might be afraid that he'd eat them."

"Or that his eyes would fly out at them." Satsuki added.

"I'm already afraid of that." Nonon climbed into the backseat and plugged in her iPod.

"Oh really?" Ryuko looked back at Nonon. "Little Nonon is afraid of the big bad Nick Cage?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Nonon growled, turning on the music. "I'm not afraid of Nick Cage!"

They continued like this for a few minutes, neither noticing the irritation written all over Satsuki's face. Ryuko couldn't help but grin as Nonon got more and more worked up due to her taunting. It certainly felt great to be on the other side of the argument.

"Is this really an argument worth having?" Satsuki sighed as she began to drive.

"No." Ryuko and Nonon muttered together, both glaring out their windows.

"I thought that once I was an adult, I wouldn't have to deal with children constantly." Satsuki shook her head as she pulled up to Ryuko's building. "It was nice to see you, Matoi." She offered Ryuko a small smile.

"Yeah, you don't totally suck." Nonon said, climbing to the front seat the moment Ryuko exited the car. "We should hang out again sometime."

"Oh… yeah. Sure." Ryuko nodded, stuffing her hands in her pockets and turning her heel to walk away.

"Oh, and don't forget what we talked about!" Nonon called as Satsuki started to pull away.

"Yeah, I'll remember that you're scared of Nick Cage!" Ryuko shouted back, hoping that Nonon could hear her.

Ryuko checked her phone again and grinned at the time. "Still got time to watch National Treasure, fuck yeah!"