She saw her history replay as she flew away from the Academy.

She was born into poverty. Her father and mother worked to get higher, despite the lack of any financial help from anyone. They raised her well, even with her little brother becoming the troublemaker of the household, but his troubles helped them live comfortably in their lack of riches. It was a happy little family enjoying what they had, and making the best of it with the knowledge that getting higher would be pointless. They even had a funny looking dog, a pug picked up off the streets who would eat with such power it even matched her father's eating. They named him Guts, and gave him a hoodie to make sure they could find him. Her father worked as a back-alley doctor, helping those who could pay or help who he could. Her mother worked as a hand for hire until she gave birth to Mako's brother, and finally settled down as a housewife, taking care of their little shack.

She grew up to be a beautiful, well-minded girl. Not the smartest, not the hottest, but with the best outlook on life. She had her share of hardships, with her tendency for airheadedness and the constant need to sleep. She also seemed to attract bullies like magnets, who made fun of her size, her clothes which were last year's set. They made fun of her social standing, and always tried to make her feel bad for her body and breasts, which were larger than most girls her age. She did not worry about them much, and worked hard when she put effort out. Everything was well for her, up until her entrance to middle school.

Her family was murdered. Killed off in a possibly planned attack on her father who owed many debts to big figures. They came to collect on their lives, and took them without remorse. She discovered the smoldering remains of her house and family once she got home from her first day. Nothing survived, not even her dog who'd been shot in the head, execution style. She was devastated, unable to live the side of her burnt mother for a long time, tears falling in inhuman rivers. She had been orphaned by greedy people with no heart or concern. With nothing but a broken heart, her schoolbag, and the thin clothes on her back, she trekked through the slums of her area in search of anyone wiling to take her in, feed and house her.

No help came. She became an orphaned little girl with nothing. She stopped going to school, and searched constantly for a new home, but found denial wherever she went. She made temporary home behind the slums' small grocery store, sleeping in a metal box with a thin blanket to keep her comfy. The manager would bring her small food scraps to help her; it wasn't much but it kept Mako off the edge of starvation

Ryuuko found her two weeks after the incident, immediately taking her in without asking. Her family lived in a richer part of town, and it made Mako uncomfortable at first.

Her new family consisted on Ryuuko, her older sister Satsuki, their adopted sister Nui, and their dazzling mother Ragyo. Satsuki frightened her, but she was nice behind the scenes, away from the scathing eyes of her family. Ryuuko became her best friend quickly, seeing that she rescued her from death and had the perfect balance of roughness and sweetness. She liked Ryuuko, but Nui took the top of her list.

The sweet-and-spitfire girl was the nicest to her, and always showed her what or what not to do. She taught her how to help Ragyo around the house, and made sure she was safe. It was always Nui who came to her side if she fell or had issues with bullies. She helped her with school when she could, and let her use her clothes until Ragyo could outfit her with clothes of her own.

She liked Nui very much. The sister to top all sisters.

Ragyo also was her favorite. Her hair confused her, but she was a business woman with the greatest style. She held a hard hand over them, but she would be sweet to her, and show her things about her body when she started exploring it. She would give her sweets for good deeds. and help her when she asked to cook.

Mako sighed in bliss as the memories blurred and bled away. She liked her life. It was a good one, a rough beginning but an ending that was that of a fairytale. From rags to riches and power.

She opened her eyes, and saw the wide expanse of water and the pile of rubble that once was Osaka on the horizon. She knew that they would be there. She knew not to directly hit them, seeing that she would be ambushed by many people. She would need to land somewhere open, somewhere where only a few forces could get in. Osaka was a wasteland now, so finding a spot wouldn't be hard. Something a little deep, rocky, maybe with perches...

She found her spot in the distance, and urged Junketsu farther through the air. The sound of wind whipping past her at speeds she would never know felt amazing, and gently stroked one of Junketsu's eyes. The Kamui did not speak to her, like Senketsu spoke to Ryuuko, but it gave an appreciating sound, almost one of approval of her actions.

She patted the protruding eye once and focused her attention back to the approaching land. She could see the collapsed Naniwa Sky Tower, and her head pounded as a memory she did not remember flashed in her eyes.

A pink Cadillac, matching outfits, and Gamagoori blushing as he drove her...

She shook her head of the invading memory. Gamagoori disgusted her. His over-dominating nature and constant need to put down others for his so-called 'Lady', Satsuki, made her want to hurt him. She knew he liked him, but his feelings will never reach her. She didn't having feelings for anyone really, maybe with the exception of Nui.

His blush as they walked side by side, their hands tangling together between them as they walk-

She shouted as she whacked away the memory, and started her descent, slamming hard into the ground in the ball of blue power surrounding her. Earth and dust surrounded her as she stabilized on the ground, taking her time to pull her embedded feet out of the ground. The small rise she landed on crumbled away as she freed herself, the dust not yet settled around her, shielding her from any eyes for a while. She looked around for a moment at where she landed, noticing that it rose above her like a stadium. It was perfect.

'Junketsu...make those memories stop. They are not mine.'

He moved a bit to show his answer, then stilled. Her mind felt lighter for a moment, and she thanks the Kamui for its quick work. It made a sound almost like it was surprised for her praise. She smiled and petted its eye again, watching it squint as she did so.

She looked around the dusty surroundings for a moment. She had really nothing to do until Nudist Beach showed up because of her landing, the 'identified object' that came on to radar. She took a seat on what was left of the tiny rise, and swung her feet back and forth. The dust would eventually settle, or maybe this part of town simply was dusty. It was getting windy, after all.

She knew what his plan was as they parked, and she immediately asked if it was true. He opened her door like the gentlemen he was and-

Mako hissed, and curled up briefly. Her heart hammered dangerously in her chest. What was happening, why was she seeing these false memories. Junketsu was as confused, his sounds turning into sharp chirps as he worked to help her calm down and to block wherever these memories were coming from. He took more blood, of course, but it did not bother her. She trusted the Kamui would not get greedy.

As she body relaxed again, she ran her hand again over Junketsu, thanking him for his continued work. She enjoyed the strange sounds he made, the confused and the excited ones that she earned now.

The ground rumbled under her bottom, and she stood tall and proud. They would be coming anytime now.

'Ready, Junketsu?'

A rumble of anticipation ran through the suit, and Mako gave a large grin. It was time.


Satsuki knew something had happened when the area around her shook. She shook gently in her chains, her feet leaving the ground for a moment before she straightened again. She knew that Mako had been led out of the observatory above her. She knew her mother had plans for Mako, to change her against her will. She knew it would wound her, Ryuuko, and Gamagoori, effectively knocking out at least two of Satsuki's biggest fighters.

She dragged her toenail against the ground again, repeating her task as she broke away the covers on her fake nails. She knew she had about eleven minutes until her mother would return, and play with her to try to break her, to have her submit to the delusion that she was her slave.

Another nail cover chipped away, the last one, and she went to work sharpening her big toe nails. If her plan was to work, they needed to grow, and sharpen to a deadly point. It would be easy with the material they were made of, but it would take some time.

She relaxed, and focused on her foot. She counted down the time in her head, and steeled herself for the return of her mother. When her timer went to a minute, she ceased her work and hung silent until she felt the sickly warmth of her mother's light cover her. Her eyes opened and her mother stood before her.

"I will assume that you felt what happened. Am I correct, Satsuki?"

Satsuki refrained from answering, her eyes turning to steel. She felt the impact on her bottom before seeing her mother move behind her.

"Answer me."

Satsuki stilled her arms. "Yes."

"It was a sight to see, Satsuki. You would have loved to see your friend become what she was destined for."

Satsuki ignored the hand slowly sliding down her side, the frozen fingers working their way to her behind. "She was destined to be a puppet?"

"For power, for domination. I simply gave her the way to unlock it, keeping her with me."

"She's become a puppet. No more, no less. You've ruined her."

A series of hits struck her bottom, leaving it stinging under the heavy hand that hit her. "Hold your tongue, you disobedient child. I am helping her see what will be hers in the end, the power she will hold with me."

Satsuki knew what she was talking about. "Shinra-Kouketsu."

Ragyo chuckled. "She is the only other human we know that can handle 100% Life Fiber clothing. What better energy source is there? She will be what you have failed to be all these years, Satsuki. She will be useful to me."

Ragyo's fingers dipped lower, and Satsuki calmed herself even as those fingers went to work. There was nothing different this time then the times before. She learned to be calm with this, eve though the psychological hurt would forever be imprinted on her. She stayed still as Ragyo got her pleasure from her.

"She is surprisingly strong. Mankanshoku could at her best, in the uniform I made for her, could best you, my daughter. She could beat you and your little sister without issue."

"You have done nothing but hurt her."

"Oh?"

"She did not need a Kamui to best me."

Ragyo's other hand ran up her side, resting at her ribs. "So you admit your weakness, Satsuki. How disgusting. Where is the anger I know you have for me?"

Ragyo's incessant slapping continued, and Satsuki withheld her rage building. She knew she was doing this to make her mad, to make her react. She knew her mother saw her more useful when mad, and she would not give her the pleasure of seeing her angry. She took her punishment with silence and control, knowing that in one minute and fourteen seconds she would leave, and would not return until the dead of night to get her true pleasure.

The minute passed, and the door to her cage opened and closed, and she was alone once more. The heat disappeared ,and the cold of the stone surrounded her, calming her from the flood of anger and emotion. She was alone with her thoughts. She immediately focused on the news of Mankanshoku's fate, and she couldn't help but worry.

She was going to end up inside Shinra-Kouketsu. She could not let Mako lose what she has.

She went back to her toenails, running the already growing nail against the ground. She would not fail herself, or anyone. She would get free.


Ryuuko kept her calm as she walked with the others toward the crash sight. She had the worst feeling that she would not like what she would find there. Gamagoori, Nonon, Sanageyama, Hakodate, and Tsumugu joined her in the search party for the object that landed away from their base. Inumuta along with everyone else worried that it was a pawn of Ragyo's trying to hit them while they tried to recover, so they prioritized finding out what it was if it hadn't already headed for their base.

She knew that Gamagoori worried that they would find the thing they hoped not to see. If it was Mako there...

"So what did Inumuta say this thing was again?" Nonon asked, jumping over more rubble as they neared ever closer to the crash site.

"He couldn't detect what was entirely inside it, but it was human, and very powerful," Tsumugu answered, "It's obviously one of Ragyo's forces, so we need to be ready to fight."

Nonon accepted his explanation and the group went on in search in silence. Hakodate and Sanageyama would for time to time talk in soft voices, but outside of their idle chatter, it was quiet. Anxiousness surrounded them from all sides. They all had the same idea of who it could be, several important people taking the top of the list. They searched the wastelands of Osaka with little hope but they knew whatever landed was still out here.

"What if it is her, Gamagoori?" Ryuuko finally asked, unable to keep the question down any longer.

Gamagoori looked conflicted. "Then we fight to get her back, no matter what."

"Could you hurt her...could you even kill her to save her?"

"Could you?" Gamagoori rebutted softly, his eyes downcast, "Could any of us kill her?"

Ryuuko sighed, and continued on with the rest. Senketsu did not speak up as he usually would, knowing that things were still fragile between them. It was only the fear of someone donning Junketsu that had Ryuuko wearing her Kamui. He relaxed, but made sure he gave her a comforting squeeze to ensure that he still was there for her. Her hand stroked his eye, giving the Kamui some reassurance that their friendship would be fixed.

Their search brought them near the base of what was the Naniwa Sky Tower. The wind was picking up quickly, but they continued through the dust and destruction until they reached something that was not there before. A carter large enough to fit everyone into what looked like a bowl of cereal. They slowly made their way inside of it, one by one, through the small door-like entrances in it, and walked into the dust bowl inside of it. They shielded their eyes from the dust, but when it finally thinned enough to see through, their jaws dropped.

Gamagoori and Ryuuko gasped, their heart dropping. Their worst fears had come to life.

Standing in the middle, atop a raised pile of dirt, was a figure clad in what was obviously Junketsu. The three tailcoats whipped behind her, revealing little skin. The heels, so similar to Satsuki, clicked as they moved just enough for the person to rotate their body. The suit was skintight over her, making her figure more prominent. Although her back was bared, her front was covered besides the slits cutting through up to her breasts. When their foe completely turned, and they met her eyes which darkened upon surveying them, they knew who it was on the stop.

Gamagoori stepped up, unable to believe what he saw.

"Mako?"

She lifted her face, showing them her wicked smile, and faced her new foes with an aura of power. The eyes of the Kamui glowed dangerously, her gloved hands curling into lethal fists. Her voice was as cold as steel, but stung and burned like fire.

"Do I know you, disgusting giant Gamagoori?"


Their faces. Their beautiful, fearful faces. They all look astonished to see her, wearing the most powerful outfit like it was made for her. She loved their looks, it brought her pride that she could instill such emotion into these pitiful enemies. She loved Ryuuko and Gamagoori's faces the most. They look the most hurt, the most scared, the most fearful. Gamagoori looked hurt because of her comment, which was what she was aiming for. He had no right to call her by her first name.

"Mako, please..." he said again, and a vein throbbed on her forehead.

"You do not get to call me Mako! You have no right to!" Mako snarled, getting him to back up again. Disbelief filled his eyes, his form shaking just a little, but Mako could easily see it. She could see everyone's bodily reactions ,the fear their bodies gave off.

"Mako, god dammit, what the fuck is wrong with you? What did that bitch do?" Ryuuko howled, stepping up from her spot.

Mako smiled, giggling softly. "They did nothing bad, obviously. They made me able to wear Junketsu, and saved me from disaster. You will never understand how I feel about Lady Ragyo and Nui!"

"What are you talking about?" Hakodate exclaimed. Mako made a disapproving sound, stepping down from her rise.

"They made sure I made it through life. They saved me from death, and starvation. I owe them my life. They became my family! And you are obviously not ready to understand, so die you filthy batteries."

Mako suddenly moved in a blur, and appeared in front of Hakodate, pulling out a blade from her back and hitting the tennis star across the face, throwing her across the crater, scattering everyone to get ready for her assault. The hole Hakodate created when she flew through the hard packed dirt ensured that she would not be able to return to the battle, and she didn't have to take in account of the damage her hit had caused the girl. She didn't mind shedding a little blood. She dodged another attack from Sanageyama, quickly slashing at him, sending enough power into it to blast him back.

Tsumugu would be an issue in the future. His damn sewing needles hurt when they entered her but only a few hit their mark, the rest wasted into the ground as she dodged and ran, sending out attacks as she pleased. She saw that Gamagoori had transformed into his uniform, and it only made her happier.

"...that I...I love you Mako Mankanshoku"

Mako gasped as pain exploded across her temple along with the voice, the memory hurting her enough to stop her movement. She grabbed her head, willing her mind to stop conjuring these false visions. She roared out, keeping her enemies back as she fought herself.

"...I'm finally ready to say it, Ira. I love you."

"NO!"

She grabbed her other blade and sent up enough dust and dirt to shield her for the moment, trying to fight the onslaught of unwanted visions. They were not hers. She did not love that disgusting giant. She never liked him like that, she never had feelings for him, she hated him. She wanted to murder him brutally for having such dishonorable feelings for a better being!

She felt Junketsu take more blood, and a small, warped voice spoke in her head.

'Fight.'

Mako calmed, and her mind calmed. She could fight once more. She cleared the air and immediately went for Gamagoori, who went to grab her. She dodged around his arms, slicing at him as she landed on her feet, twisting and turning in the air around him as he attacked. She bounced back, jumping up as he sent a whip at her. She landed above them, and she chuckled at their attempts to fight her. She saw red light envelop part of their arena, finally seeing that Ryuuko activated Senketsu. Finally, a fight worth while.

"MAKO! STOP THIS!" Ryuuko shouted, but Mako ignored her call.

"You are trying to hurt them. You never liked them, Ryuuko. You always resented them, hated them for what they did. I never understood why you did. So if I have to make you understand that they want to help by hurting you, I will."


Quick update! I know that we can't confirm if Junketsu can speak, but I like the idea that it speaks more through sounds then words. Senketsu was spliced with Ryuuko's DNA right? Junketsu wasn't, so no human communication!

Also, if you want to see what Mako looks like in Junketsu, check the link below out. Art belongs to artistictyranitar!

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