Prologue
A/N:
There it is, my very first fanfiction ever. I thought it was time for some sisterly Ryuko/Satsuki fluff, since this fandom has way too few platonic Ryuko/Satsuki fics. The idea is that it will consist of multiple chapters, so I'll try to keep updating as regularly as possible! Nothing is more frustrating than an unfinished story, is my experience ;)
English is not my speaking language, so please be gentle with any possible grammar mistakes. However, feedback is always welcome! Also, I do not own anything, except for my own creativity.
At the very last, the sole remaining supporter of Kiryūin Ragyō had been defeated. No more urges for revenge, no more plans to destroy the world, especially not by means of overtaking the global fashion industry. No threatening antagonists to destroy what is left.
The very idea of having a completely insane madwoman threatening your home, your friends and your family is undoubtedly tiring. Having lived with this monster since forever must have been utterly exhausting. And exhausted she was. Anyone who had been looking at Satsuki during the grand graduation ceremony could see the dark circles lingering just below her eyes.
However, her attitude was everything except one of extreme fatigue. Proudly content she stood on one of the boats sailing towards a mesmerizing sunset. Behind her, the source of destruction up until moments ago, Hōōmaru Rei. Beside her, the symbol of long-lasting friendship and loyalty, Nonon Jakuzure. Both the former and latter companies shared a look of disbelief when Satsuki suddenly took the sword in her hand, only to forcefully cut through her long locks. Then, the person in question lets the strands of hair flow through her fingers, while a strong gust of wind carries them far into the distance.
Meanwhile, Ryūko and Mako shared a spot on top of their shabby-looking home. The house barely fitted onto the wobbly truck of the Mankanshoku family, but it was enough to incomprehensibly move forward. They were off to somewhere safe, to a place where they could start rebuilding their lives again. Ryūko sighs, her head leaning heavily onto her right palm. "Ryūko-chan" Mako whispered questioningly. "Are you sure you don't want to stay with Satsuki? I mean, we love to have you around, but she is your only family left."
For a moment, Ryūko looked surprised. Never would she have expected Mako to be seriously concerned about her non-existing relationship with Satsuki. Nevertheless, Mako can do the strangest things without anyone questioning. It seems to run in the family, that is something Ryūko learned early on. "Mako, I'll never forget Satsuki, don't worry."
The dark blue-haired girl leaned backwards, her eyes darting towards the sky. "Honestly, I don't know how to deal with her. Also, my mo-, screw that, THAT bitch of a Ragyō as well. It's all so surreal, so sudden… I cannot wrap my head around it. And then Senketsu…"
Before any possible waterworks could escape from her eyes, Ryūko felt a reassuring hand covering her own. She then shot her eyes to the girl next to her. Blue irises met brown ones, which are now rapidly filling up with unshed tears. "Ryūko-chan…" A soft voice spoke to her. "I understand, you must be very sad Ryūko-chan. But you can stay with us forever, and you can eat croquettes with our family. That's for sure! We all think of you as a part of our family... Papa, Mama, Matarō and Guts, we all do. Don't you ever forget that, Ryuko-chaaaan!"
Suddenly, the sound similar to that of a wailing toddler fills the quiet air. While consoling the sobbing mess that is called Mako, Ryūko drifts off to her own thoughts.
In the middle of a war, it turns out my enemy is my fucking sister. The mother that I've just discovered is alive, oh-so dashingly well and wealthy commits suicide right in front of my eyes, upon confronting me with a shit-load of disturbing truths about myself… and then my only source of comfort and safety just burns.
It stings. I don't know what to feel. Mako doesn't understand, she cannot possibly understand, even though she tries her hardest to. It just stings. But most of all, I don't know how to go on. How will I travel further down this path, in this life, when I am only left with a painful numbness?
Satsuki's gaze lingers to the shore, where a wiggly spot reveals the truck-shack combination of the Mankanshoku family. She then lets sigh escape from her tense lips. The memory of a seemly happy Ryūko repeats itself over and over again in her head. Her newfound little sister had found a loving family before joining the whole circus of defeating their mother together. Ryūko was perfectly happy with Mako Mankanshoku, Mako's parents, little brother and the tiny pet-creature.
Never in the million years could Satsuki reach out to Ryūko first, especially when she tried to kill her before. How do I proceed? What do I do now, when everything I have been fighting for is settled? And even more important, what do I do with Ryūko, now that I've learned that our connection runs deeper than I've anticipated?