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This is a collection of short stories, and maybe two-parters that focuses on Ryuuko and Senketsu's relationship over the course of time. The chapters will not necessarily happen in order and will take place randomly within cannon or sometimes outside of cannon. Chapters may range from humor to drama. In other words, whatever comes to mind, I'll write. A suggestion from a review may even be considered.

I'd like to thank all my readers and reviewers for your support of these stories and your anticipation for more. It's much appreciated and I hope you continue to enjoy. This is a little less on the humorous side and more serious. Remember these stories are whatever comes to mind. So I don't expect every viewer to enjoy every story because of the varying tone. I explore ideas and the ideas of others, so feel free to give me suggestions and I will definitely take things into consideration.

Its Okay

Ryuuko was the type of person in which nothing was okay until she said it was okay. Otherwise, there was a problem. A big problem. That moment she'd found out that she had life fibers sown in her heart, a part of her was crushed. She felt like a monster. A creature built to destroy others somewhat like herself. She was a tool of destruction. Her entire identity was destroyed.

That was a rough moment in her life, but she came to terms…in a way. When she saw that Senketsu, Mako, and even Satsuki fought for her, she thought "It's okay" so it was okay. She didn't mind being part life fiber. She had a family that accepted her. I big family, and she felt that was already more than she'd had most of her life.

She still wonders though. She doesn't always know how to feel about certain aspects and implications of her new identity.

When Senketsu and she had defeated Ragyo, she screamed: "People are People! Clothing is Clothing!" She screamed it with everything in her body, and every fiber in her being, life fiber and all, but deep down, she wondered, 'and what the hell am I?' Human and Life fiber still didn't sound right at times, like it was just a cheap label where nothing else would fit. So was she neither. And if so, what did that mean? As small and trivial as it might have been, it bothered her to be un-identifiable.

When Senketsu and herself had descended back to earth, Senketsu writhing in pain after protecting her, she began to cry for her friend. "It's okay!" She proclaimed "Because I'm you and you're me." She wasn't sure if it made any sense, and her sister and everyone surrounding her likely thought she was fatigued and distraught to the point of senselessness as she hugged a damaged Senketsu to her body. She starting out smothering the flames, but ended up holding him in an embrace that told him he could never leave her, even as his cindering threads burnt into her bare skin. They had to stick together. They were two of a kind. A matching set really. And no one else would ever really understand either of them more than each other. So she didn't mind being both human and life fiber, or even neither.

Something else started to concern her though. Something she hadn't expected.

"Ryuuko?" asked Senketsu. He looked up at his partner whom played with her hair. "What is it?"

"Senketsu? Have I changed a lot?" She asked.

"Hmm?"

"I look different from when we met?" It had been nearly two years since the world had been rid of Ragyo and her Cover army.

"You look…more mature." He offered. After all, he had to be altered several times by Iori to change his dimensions to Ryuuko's specifications.

Well of course, she thought, but that's not exactly what she meant as she twisted the red strands in her hair. They had spread. It was no longer the single bang that ran down her face, but had spread widely to most of the under layers and roots. It was like she was synchronized, but instead she wasn't, and now synchronization made her hair almost entirely go red with fibers.

Not only did she see it. She felt it. Every time she synchronized with Senketsu, which was more often than you would think considering people still felt the need to challenge her, she felt something stretch throughout her core, and into her periphery nervous system, and throughout her muscles, and in between her joints, as if the part of her that was life fiber was spreading. It was growing with her. Maturing with her. It didn't hurt, or feel at all unpleasant. In fact it was the exact opposite. It felt amazing. Almost as if being relieved of some tightness in her muscles and joints. When she synchronized it was like pressure was released and she felt stronger and freer than ever yet she felt so in sync with Senketsu, she wasn't sure if she was controlling him or he was controlling her. They simply acted, somehow knowing what the other was thinking. She rarely suffered injury in battle because she had become so fast and reflexive, but for those rare occasions she did, her healing ability had become a one second process. That's when she could clearly see the strands of fibers imbedded in her exposed muscles if she looked in time.

She enjoyed her abilities, but as she looked at her hair, she wondered if she should be worried. She wondered if she was somehow becoming less human. She had no problem being part life fiber, but she wasn't ready to be all life fiber. Maybe she was paranoid. She sometime dreamt she would awake to find she had become unrecognizable to herself, her friends, even Senketsu.

Sometimes in the morning, before putting on Senketsu, she would take out the compact version of her scissor blade and have the urge to clip as many of the crimson strands as she could, but something would stop her. Her consciousness, telling her to stop being a baby and accept it. The life fibers were growing with her body. They were just as alive as the human tendons and muscles, and so they developed and migrated to parts of her body that she didn't really want them to.

She sighed in the mirror as she reached back up to pull on a clump of the fibers when something stopped its ascent. Something had clamped around her wrist, warm and with a sort of velvety like texture. Like suede.

Ryuuko looked at the black hand; a red palm lightly wrapped around her wrist. It formed from Senketsu's sleeve, or rather the sleeve became the hand, its fibers unravelling and reorganizing themselves into the tight bundles of fibers that made up the current edition. It was distinctly human-like in form and function, but the black and red tones, velvelty quality, and the long protruding fiber red claws, which was kept far from even touching her skin, made it distinctly…not human.

Ignoring what clasp her wrist, Ryuuko peered down at Senketsu. The rest of him looked the same as ever. His eye looked up at her with a touch of concern. He could feel her anxiety and he understood her to an extent.

Suddenly, he had a look in his eye that told her he would be smiling if not for the fact that she was wearing him. "Puberty is a pretty tough thing, isn't it?" He clasp her wrist just a little tighter, emphasizing the fact that she was not the only one changing.

"Puberty?"

"Why not…?" Senketsu said simply. A sort of non-response but effective nonetheless.

Ryuuko's eyes squinted a bit. She supposed that it wasn't all that different. "Fuck"

"It's okay." He whispered with mirth.

"No its not!" She suddenly shouted. "I was only supposed to go through this shit once. Two of them in one lifetime? Jeez this suuuuucks!" But even as she groaned out that sentence, throwing her head back in frustration, there was some part of her relieved by that idea, even though she knew that that was all it was. An idea to make her feel better, but she'd rather play along than remain in her state of apprehension. Senketsu could feel the way her blood pressure eased itself to normal level and knew much of her tension had dissipated.

"Let's just see how we come out?" Senketsu suggested. In truth, he could not say what was happening to them. It was something that both were experiencing independently from one another, yet the extent, speed, and direction of their change seemed partly dependent on their relationship. Specifically, synchronization made that itchy feeling in his pit burn more than ever, in a strangely pleasant way. 'Puberty' was just a word in Senketsu's dictionary however. It seemed to describe everything, but that was something he'd picked up from humans. Puberty was the answer to all problems involving "changes" happening in youth. He supposed that it was possible Life Fiber beings were not the exception. The downside only being that it didn't exactly synchronize with human puberty, so Ryuuko would have to tough it out, bite back irritation, and deal with it again.

Senketsu had let go of Ryuuko and the hand dissolved and mended back into his sleeve. Ryuuko had taken the freed appendage and patted the part of her Kamui lying over her chest, where her fibrous heart lay underneath.

She felt it beat, but only indirectly through the vibrations of Senketsu's threads, which seemed to pulse in time with her own. She gave a big smile. "Ya know. It's okay." She thought. "Puberty or not."

Because she knew she wouldn't go through this alone. She had too many people who cared about her, it didn't seem to matter to them how she changed physically. And most of all, if she had no one else, she had Senketsu.

End

~Amaterasu.

I like making notes if I have anything to say. They're usually about my writing process for the particular story or my thoughts on KlK. This one is kinda long.

It's an Idea I've been playing around with for a little while. Really, I think this theme has been pretty common and recognizable in this set of short stories but I like how it's handled in this story. That theme is "change over time." Why it's even in the description. When I watched kill la kill, I loved the characters and I loved watching them grow, and their relations grow, but being a short series, there's not a lot of time for relationship growing, and in some cases, relationships like the one between Mako and Ryuuko seem pretty established and invariable from the beginning. What's more interesting to me is the ones that changed over time like the one between Senketsu and Ryuuko and really, Satsuki and Ryuuko had to most explosive and variable relationship (I might do a set of stories about these two as well). That change is what I like to focus on in these stories. The last story is relatively early in the series, while this one is 2 years after, and the first one shot, It's the Thought that Counts is somewhere in-between. The relationships between the two are very different in each. They have different levels of understanding and respect for one another and their connection to each other. Then I like to focus on them individually, especially Senketsu.

Though it's not directly said, I think it's easy enough to see that Senketsu changed throughout the series. I thought it was cute the way he became more emotional over time. And him being heard by other humans by the end proves his change. Same with Ryuuko. Her hair did grow more red strands. This is evident in some episodes more than others, especially within the last 5 episodes. Noticing that is actually what inspired this story.

I would like to think that Senketsu is becoming more human over time. I like focusing on him, learning human things and experiencing human experiences and techniques. I like to imagine him going from more of a robotic like personality to something more free flowing and thinking. I'd like to think that their synchronizing the way they do must have effects on them. I'd like to think that Life fibers do absolutely "mature." Question is if that's something to be concerned about. Well I enjoyed writing this.