Disclaimer: I do not own Kill la Kill or any of the characters in this story.
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.
It's the Thought that Counts
There were a lot of things about humans Senketsu didn't understand. Not yet, and there was no surprise; Being created in a lab, entirely spun of life fibers. Well almost entirely. There was always the portion of special fibers that was almost human: those fibers taken from the nervous system of the very girl whom looked him up and down at that moment. It was that that made him who he was, he thought. Otherwise, he would be no different from Juunketsu, a creature acting on instincts, desires, and orders. Though Senketsu didn't know a lot of things about humans, because of that ebbing fragment that seemed to be extending throughout his being, because of that fragment of him that was human, he was able to learn.
"Jeez, Senketsu." Ryuuko started. "You're pretty filthy!"
"Well as you know, I've been busy."
Ryuuko chuckled and Senketsu felt a tinge of warmness. He was just starting to learn how to joke, using what they called sarcasm.
"Oh really?" The girl challenged. "Well then, how about I get you cleaned up before Mrs. Mankanshoku sees you like this."
The Kamui hummed in agreement. The human left him there on the hanger, going to retrieve the laundry bucket. When she came back she filled it with warm water from the tub and mixed in a mild detergent. She found that Senketsu was very picky about it, and she only used his favorites. She set the bucket on the bathroom floor and went back to retrieve the dirty sailor uniform.
"Okay. All ready." Ryuuko tugged him off the hanger and took him to his special bath. He was set in the water once she herself had settled comfortably on the floor next to the bucket.
Though the Mankanshoku family now had a pretty decent washer that had been found somewhere along the way of the Honnoji elimination riots, the Kamui remained faithful to this old fashioned way. When Senketsu had first seen the contraption, he thought it must have been efficient to get washed in such a machine, and perhaps even a little thrilling He unfortunately found out the hard way from Mrs. Mankanshoku, that it was terrifying and painful.
Besides, nothing could replace the therapeutic touch of his partner. Ryuuko got to work after Senketsu's fibers had loosened up and began first with his sleeves. The warm water seeped through his threads, the detergent along for the ride and softening any dirt there had been stuck in between his stitching. The girl was careful to rub every inch of him between her fingers, pressing firmly but not enough to hurt, getting the soap deep into his sore fibers.
Senketsu started to relax as the grains of dirt dissolved. Ryuuko giggled at her friend. "Getting a little too comfortable aren't we?" She gave him in that husky tone she reserved for teasing.
"Aa." He simple breathed, confirming her speculation. He thought about the sensation as she finished with one sleeve and moved on to the next. "Is this what a massage feels like?" He questioned her with his eye shutting.
"Massage? I don't know. Maybe. Been a long time since I've had a massage." Had she ever had a nice massage that didn't involve a grip of death, she wondered. "I'm not sure if I've ever had a good massage."
Senketsu opened his eye to look at her. "Why is that? I thought it was something that humans enjoy." He thought about all the times the Mankanshokus had pestered one another for the very pleasure of one.
"Yeah, sure. But it can hurt if not done right. I guess I haven't had many massages, and all the ones that I have had were painful." She squinted her eyes thinking about the rough buffoons she used to know back in Ox. Even Dr. Mankanshoku work left her sore.
Senketsu hummed thoughtfully. He could understand how pain and pleasure were so close. After all, the difference between Ryuuko and the Mankanshoku treatment were light and day. And now, Senketsu felt a touch of what Ryuuko called empathy.
By this point Ryuuko had made it to the shoulder of the left sleeve and was moving onto the flap portion formed of the lapels and his back. Ryuuko always did his face at the end. It was like saving the best for last so he didn't complain when she turned him around.
"I'm sorry you have never gotten any pleasure out of the experience."
"What?" she questioned. "Why are you sorry?"
"It's just… a shame." He thought. A bad "massage" was just horrible. But a good one felt like heaven. One of the few sensations that could top this was the ironing right after. But humans didn't tend to fair well with irons.
"If I had the capabilities to massage you, I would." He offered honestly.
Ryuuko offered him a sincere smile. "I know you would, buddy. Don't worry about it." She had turned him back around to face her and was working up his front in the rhythmic motion that made him want to groan in relief. She worked carefully next to his face. Turns out that Kamuis, just like humans, had sensitive eyes. Even the patch over his right eye didn't keep it from tingling when Ryuuko brushed over it, not exactly painful but ticklish. The left eye however, would burn if Ryuuko wasn't careful with the detergent, so she mostly avoided it.
Ryuuko caressed his front facing lapels now and made sure to smooth them out the way he liked. He sighed in pleasure admiring his partner's careful work. She started to finish off the bath with his red strands which when wearing would be tied in a knot that made her imagine it as Senketsu's impressive 'stache. She would tease him that it along with the patch on his eye, made him look like her father. But for now the ribbons were simply Senketsu's impressive brows instead. She stroked both strands, pushing suds in and out and leaving them feeling smoother than before.
"What if I tried?" Senketsu caught the girl off guard.
"Hmm? Tried what now?" She asked confused. What was her silly uniform on about now?
"I could try to massage you."
"I thought that you couldn't."
"I've never actually tried" He admitted. "Maybe there's a way after all." He had considered. His sleeves without her were too flappy to do much but if he were to…
A noise of curiosity left her throat as she cocked her head to the side. What was Senketsu possibly planning?
"When you wear me." Senketsu promised. It was the next morning when Ryuuko awoke with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She looked at the time. It was still early, most of the Makanshoku family still besides her resting peacefully, but Mrs. Mankanshoku. She was the earliest person Ryuuko knew, but she seemed to enjoy the respite from the rest of the family. She was nowhere in sight, perhaps preparing things in the kitchen. Ryuuko made her way through the minefield of family members, careful not to brush them out of there sleep.
She grunted tiredly at Senketsu to wake him from his dormancy and carried him wordlessly into the bathroom with her. She filled the tub with hot water, tugging her clothing off and feeling the least bit of shame in front of Senketsu. Shame or embarrassment of nakedness was not really something he understood anyway. At some point the tub was full and Ryuuko rolled into the water half-asleep. Senketsu was more than used to Ryuuko sluggish morning marches. He knew not to say anything because she wouldn't hear it anyway.
Luckily the bath tended to wake her and prepare her for her day of beating the uniforms off her fellow students. She washed and arose with brilliancy sharp enough to rival Kiryuin Satsuki or so she declared in her daily morning bathtub proclamations.
"Are you ready Senketsu!?" She asked with fire and ferocity.
"Hai. I am." He responded and within seconds, the sailor uniform was slipped over the girl's body. As she tried to move out the bathroom, something halted her body. The very fibers of Senketsu kept her joints in place.
"Nani?"
"-But you aren't"
"Heh? Come again?"
"Ryuuko, my promise." He reminded.
"Promise?..." Ryuuko thought for a moment. "The massage. Senketsu you don't have to return the favor. It's cool." She assured.
"I desire to do this for you." Ryuuko's brow furrowed a bit. Once she got going, she wasn't really planning on halting her day with a massage. Not now. She started to ask Senketsu to wait till later, but his eagerness made her soften a bit and she sighed in submission.
"Fine fine, you silly rag. If you really want to." She gave an irritated smirk. "Should I take you off?"
"No. I only require that you sit and become comfortable."
"Okay." She didn't really want to get messaged in the bathroom, so she went back into the dining room which was currently being used as the mass family bedroom and sat on the floor next to the wall separating it from the bathroom. Ryuuko was kind of getting into the idea. Her first real nice message and all. She folded her legs in an inward box formation and rested her hands on her crossed ankles. Her eyes closed in a bit of anticipation. "Aa. Ready!" She said in an eager tone yet she still had to whisper for the rest of the family. This would be good. If anything, it would pump her up even more. She could feel Senketsu fibers moving independently of her, forming closer around her body.
And then it hit her; the message of her kind considerate Kamui. It was…painful. Senketsu squeezed around her, similar to when they synchronized except it covered too much of her body area and confined her in a way that pinched her skin. He constricted her ribs, pushed the air out of her lungs, and restrained her circulation. She didn't make a noise though. She wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't breathe, or she was trying to keep the fact that this wasn't good from Senketsu. The uniform let go and Ryuuko gasp. Before she could say anything, another squeeze. Too tight! He let go. She gasp again and groaned painfully. But Senketsu might have mistaken it for pleasure. Another squeeze. Ryuuko's eyes watered a bit. Senketsu relaxed. Ryuuko breathed.
Just as he was about to confine again she panicked. "Wait! Wait." Her arms waved around frantically. She laughed nervously, a few beads of sweat drilling down her neck. "Ahhhhhh!" She pretended to stretch in glee. "That felt good! Heheh! Agrigatou." She smiled. She pretended to rub Senketsu's lapel in appreciation when really; she was examining her bruised ribs.
"The secretion of your sweat indicates a fearful or painful reaction, Ryuuko." Senketsu realized immediately.
"Huh. What are you talking about?"
"Ryuuko. You heart rate is elevated and your blood is rushing to the surface which took the brunt of my pressing. There are many things I have yet to understand about humans, but I know a flustered reaction when I see one. Especially in you." He pointed out rather calmly.
She tried to think of something, but she had to face it. Senketsu was too attuned. "Okay. That was painful." She admitted bluntly.
"I'm sorry Ryuuko." He seemed discouraged by his failure.
"Don't worry about it." She assured. "At least you tried."
"I caused you pain. It would have been better if I had not."
"No. Sometimes, it's the little things that matter." Her body relaxed finally, slumping against the wall behind her as she stretched out her legs.
"What do you mean?"
"It's the thought that counts, Senketsu." He was a thinking being. What did thought have to do with anything? He thought all the time. The kamui gave her an upward glance, not at all understanding. It was one of those human phrases that made no sense unless explained.
Ryuuko could sense his confusion and sighed. "You thought about me and tried to do something nice. That alone is really awesome you know. It's what friends do. That's way better than some massage Senketsu."
"So, in a sense, I massaged your heart."
"Ahh! Senketsu you're so cheesy sometimes! Sheesh." Senketsu chuckled when he saw the amused smile on her face, even with her reaction. Between listening to Mako and reading the crappy school literature with Ryuuko, he was also learning metaphorical and allegorical language.
"I'm still not sure that I understand."
"You'll get it someday."
-End
~~Amaterasu333
