Disclaimer: I don't own Kill La Kill. I wrote this as kind of a character study/what Ryuko must have felt growing up kind of thing.

She sat at the table alone, eyes trained on the rain that beat down outside the glass of the window. The cafeteria was quite since most of the students had gone home over the holidays. Her hand gripped the crumpled note in her jacket pocket, anger and hurt burning inside her as she recalled the words scrawled there.

Dear Ryuko,

I'm sorry that I can't let you come home during this holiday season but my research has grown a bit more complicated and I would rather not put you in middle of it. I'm sorry and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this. I will see you at the end of next term though….I'll be sure of it. I sent you some things, feel free to open the packages before Christmas if you wish and I hope you like what I got you.

I know it might not seem like it Ryuko but I do love you and that maybe one day you can understand why I've done this. I guess you would rather hang out with your friends or something besides reading anything by me so I'll cut it short. Talk to you soon.

Love,

Dad

I'm stuck alone again huh? Why did the old man make me stay here? I mean I haven't spent Christmas there since I was what? Six? Seven? Just why did he ditch me here anyway? I mean I know I'm a fuck up but I was just a kid back then; surely I wasn't so bad back then that my own Dad hated me? But then again everyone else hates me.

She thought as she stood, taking her tray over to the garbage before she headed back to her dorm. As she flopped down onto the bed she glanced over at the overly cheerful decorations that her roommate had left up and sighed.

What's the point of leaving that shit up if she wasn't going to be here?

Ryuko wondered before she turned her eyes up at the ceiling, trying to fight the loneliness that built up inside of her as she lay there. Her mind running over the few happy years that she had spent with her parent.

I wonder what it would be like to have a family? A brother or sister, a dad and a Mom?

She thought, feeling a tear slip down her face as she glanced over at the packages that had been sent to her for Christmas.

Why does he even bother? If he cared at all he'd want to see me.

She thought before pulling her pillow over her face, letting the tears that she could no longer hold back soak into the fabric.

Everyone says I'm a freak and if my own father sent me away it must be true…..He didn't even look back damn it!