A/N: Sorry for not posting anything guys. The Tumblr KlK fandom distracted me for so long with me drawing so much art for them. The only thing that broke me out of that cycle to write this was me oversleeping by eight hours and thus losing the urge to draw after 2 hours of sleep haha. MUST DRAW EVEN MORE.

Haha, but really, other than that, I've been just procrastinating against writing this scene out. I don't want Senketsu to fight Ryuko, and episode 19 did NOT HELP THAT IN ANY WAY. Ugh.

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The next two days were the following routine: wake up, eat, train, office work, eat, sleep. Ragyo didn't interfere in Satsuki's life in these two days, most likely having gone back to the hell she crawled out of. Unfortunately Satsuki learned fast, and had basically mastered everything short of being able to communicate with me.

In the time that passed, I noticed two things. One: Satsuki usually regarded Junketsu with a long stare before she went to bed. She didn't seem to notice my staring at her when she did this; otherwise, I'm sure she'd stop this habit at some point. Two: She stopped showing signs of irritation when I did something she didn't appreciate, such as staring at her questionably when she did something she did not want me to see. It was almost as though she'd become lax in my presence, a small window of acceptance to her donning me.

Of course, a Satsuki that accepts her enemy would not be the real Satsuki. She still showed distrust towards me, like when she hides certain documents from my eye. This habit has shown a lot more on the second day, where half of the papers that she read were held where I couldn't see them.

So, again, two days have passed. We're now entering the next day, but Satsuki has broken cycle and chosen not to train with me. I had a bad feeling that today would be the day. I wasn't anticipating this day because, to be honest, I was trying to forget that it was going to happen. I can't do much short of trying to keep her from putting me on, since my ability to stop her had been disabled. Having to expect Ryuko's downfall would shred any will inside me to pieces. I needed the thought of her safe to keep me strong.

And unfortunately, I was right.

Today was the day that we would be fighting her. I could see her even from this high staircase that we were scaling down. I could see the look in her eyes that was begging the question "Why?"

I was jumping for joy on the inside upon seeing her, but even so, I was withering away at the realisation that she would be seriously harmed today. She wasn't even wearing any other type of protective gear; just the red track suit that Mikisugi gave her. The only chance of her surviving was gripped in her hands—the scissor blade. Even then, it wouldn't be enough to take Satsuki down given how easily she mastered me.

When Satsuki's foot landed on the cold ground, I felt myself cold despite the warming body beneath me. I couldn't hear her heartbeat from here, and it worried me. She was staring at me so intensely it made me want to disappear in the spot we stood.

Ryuko was the first to talk, and I hung on to every word she said. I felt Satsuki respond, a lilt in her voice as she stated the facts. What possibilities did Ryuko have without her own Kamui? I almost expected her and I to transform, because that was normally when we did so. But it was Satsuki and I. Apparently Ryuko had irrationally provoked her into transforming. I say 'provoke' because 'taunting' wouldn't be the right word. Ryuko opening expressed her distaste with me being worn by Satsuki, and how she "wouldn't know how to wield me even if there was a complete manual on it." Satsuki accepted that challenge and transformed.

The moment that she unsheathed her Bakuzen and pointed it towards Ryuko, I let myself blank out the events that followed. It was like being in semi stasis, but I was fully awake. I let my ability to think slow down, my reactions dulled and easier to cope with. The pain still remained there. I'm going to have to face this sooner or later.

I flinched whenever I felt her blood splash onto me, scared of what she was going through, scared for her. Wishing that she'd just go away so that we wouldn't have to be doing this. We don't have to be doing this, but Ryuko wants to. To free me from this porcelain tomb.

I could hear the grunts and yelps of her, but I didn't grab onto them and keep them close to me like I wanted to. I hadn't heard her voice in so long; I'm guilty of keeping even those pained ones drawn by the one enemy I was helping to defeat her.

We moved efficiently. Satsuki's able to hold up on her own without me really there to assist her. I'm just being worn by her, not aiding her. That thought comforts me a bit.

I'm not seeing Ryuko shivering. I'm not seeing her cough up blood and swear, I'm not seeing her limping, no, I'm not seeing her attacks getting blocked. No.

No, I'm not seeing her stare at me through the blood on her face.

Ugh, she nicked me pretty good on my good eye. That really hurts. But it hurts for her; anything to bring my power down a peg and to bring Satsuki down as well.

Nono, I'm not seeing her get forced down to the ground because of a mistake she made in her movements. She's not slow, not in any way. Without me though—

NO, I do not see Satsuki pointing her Bakuzen at Ryuko, it's not lifting it's not lifting it's n—

It's not going to go down. It's NOT going to go down. No. I won't let her.

…and it didn't go down.

What happened?

I looked around at the scene that just played out. Everything felt normal except that Satsuki's blood was no longer coursing through me. Steam still fogged up the area, and I could only assume that we had just transformed back.

Satsuki stumbled a bit on the sudden shift back, balancing on her Bakuzen on the side and not currently buried inside of Ryuko.

I blinked. Ryuko had disappeared from the spot she'd been pinned to just moments ago. She'd fled, and the only remainder of her here was the puddle of blood from where she'd just been.

I let out a heavy sigh. It was better for her to have run than to have suffered death at the hands of me.

Satsuki, on the other hand, was not satisfied with the turnout of the battle. I could feel her body quivering, and I could only assume it was from frustration from not being able to deal the final strike.

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I was missing a few pieces of my body when we'd come back. Ryuko had managed to deal out a lot more damage than I realised in my drugged-esque state. I was missing a good portion of my skirt, a few holes on my arms, and even an entire suspender missing. For someone who was facing a Kamui with nothing more than a single weapon, she did connect that blade an impressive amount of times to Satsuki's body.

Satsuki removed me and had me sent to one of the seamstresses located in the building once the pieces that had torn off had been located. I don't know how many seamstresses there actually are here, but seeing as how Satsuki never damages her suits, I would assume not many. But most likely more than one, if the amount of servants washing clothes had any indication. There was always more than one of anything with the Kiryuin family.

The seamstress poked at me with a needle, weaving through my threads to stitch back my separated pieces. It tingled but didn't hurt. Yes, the areas surrounding the cut areas was a bit sore, but it was numbed from the afterglow of the battle. She was careful with her work, and ultimately ended up with a solid, strong bond in the stitching. It was good enough for my body to start doing self-repairs of its own, melding the stitching away to blend seamlessly with my skin once more.

The battle hadn't lasted very long, maybe ten minutes tops, at the start of the day as well. However, I was not returned to Satsuki right away. I was passed back to one of the servants who washed clothes, and was given a quick scrub around the areas that had just been repaired. Probably to assess how well it healed and if any of the stitching was loose. It wasn't because of my creator's fine engineering, and they wouldn't be able to find anything out of the ordinary. I was hung up on the racks and left to dry for about fifteen minutes.

I wondered if my stress was what caused us to transform back. Even though I was suppressing my reactions, I still exploded under seeing Ryuko's execution about to take place. I didn't feel the emotions burst, but they had to of, because we'd changed back. Even when I'd gone Berserk, uncontrolled feelings on my end did not provoke a revert in transformation. In fact, my emotions, no matter how strong, have never provoked a reversal.

I would have to think more about this later, because the time spent hanging up on this wall was not enough time for me to think fully into this. To sum it up, Satsuki could not have been the initiator of the reversal. It just wasn't in her nature to stop like that, I knew that much. I couldn't have been the initiator because I was not designed to cancel out a transformation from emotion alone. A lack of energy or upon my wearer's wish are the only ways to cancel out.

I was returned to Satsuki and worn as usual. Hah, listen to me. Saying things like 'as usual' as though it were normal to be here. The thought of becoming so easily accustomed to the lifestyle of the enemy was sickening.

It's perverse to become one with the enemy like this.

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I became more and more increasingly stressed as the days went by. Coupled with the fact that I've been unable to see Ryuko and check on her condition, Ragyo's absence in the punishment she promised was starting to unnerve me. Of course, Ragyo wasn't here in Honnouji Academy often, and I wasn't even sure if she was going to be the one to be dealing out the punishment.

I can't say I'm scared of her punishment. Just unsettled by the amount of time that was passing between our battle and the supposed punishment. Ragyo did not seem like the type of person to stiff on what she says.

Today I was being ironed for the first time since my imprisonment here. I'm ashamed to say that this iron is so much better than the one used in Mrs. Mankanshoku's household. It wasn't as harsh with the heat (as nice as that was), and was generous with steam pressing.

My handler was not the same person as the one who'd first washed me. This one was a thin, dark skinned man who smiled and talked to me as he worked my threads. He obviously didn't expect any response back from me as he ironed me, but I do remember him mentioning that ironing me was a much more pleasant experience than ironing 'the other one'. I'm guessing he means Junketsu.

I basked in the heat, but it wasn't enough to stop the troubled thoughts of Ryuko floating back into my mind.

What if Ryuko was dead?

From the corner of my eye, light engulfed the room in a blinding aurora. I was used to it by now though, which again was scary—how used to the enemy I was becoming, and even more so that I haven't seen Ragyo up close and personal in a week or so now. I shouldn't be this accustomed to things.

Ragyo was merely passing through the room, observing only for a minute. She really had no business being here, I thought, because there were probably people to manage the people working on me, and people managing the people managing, and so forth. Her visiting this room by herself without some people in power accompanying her—people responsible for these laundry servants—was highly suspicious. I could see her staring at me with a bright look in her red eyes.

She smirked at me.

And it hit me. This was my punishment. No, it wasn't a physical one, but the psychological stress that it places on one may as well qualify it as such when it wreaks havoc like this.

My punishment was living with knowing that I'd injured someone I cared for—on purpose, and doing nothing to stop it. And then living a life of what could only be considered luxury for a Kamui, without protesting hard enough.

The steam pressing lost all of its pleasure, and I wilted significantly under the man's touch. He paused, confused, now that I'd stopped leaning into his touches. I didn't feel any desire to be touched by him anymore. I'm sickened by my behaviour. Enjoying this as though nothing was inherently wrong with it. Not even considering how much of a traitor it would make me to willingly submit under the iron of a person other than Ryuko.

They say the most intimate gesture one can perform with a loved one is killing them. That's what Ragyo said to me just now. The people in the room were confused as to why she said it, but I understood loud and clear. And it made me angry.

It's impossible that Ryuko could have died. She wasn't at the scene when the steam had cleared. There was blood trailing where she'd left, but that didn't mean she was dead.

It's impossible that she's dead. Ryuko can't just die like that. No, she wouldn't die like that. I didn't kill her.

But I can't hear her heartbeat.

What if I won't be able to hear it again?

NO, I've got to stop thinking with that mindset. I will be able to hear it again, I've just got to find a way to get out of here.

But still…

What would I do if she was gone? I'm scared of that. I don't want to think about that ever. She would never die as long as she was under my watch.

But she's not anymore.

No…

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A/N: Oh man I can't stop referencing back to Glass Tomb when I'm writing Ryuko fighting Satsuki. Aghh Junketsu, why are you so influential.

I was gonna throw in some Nui torture with her cold touch but I figured that may throw off the flow of the story. And writing Nui torture for Senketsu without her completely mutilating him at this current stage isn't something I want to happen right now.

GJ (Guest) – No, I don't plan on using the plot from the new episodes in this. I had the plot lined out since like, episode 15? So anything you see here is already predetermined and not really influenced by the newest episodes. I mean, there are a feeeeew exceptions which I've changed my story to form around, but they're minor details, not really heavily plot related. Also, I don't have plans on getting Satsuki and Ryuko intimately involved here. Just not the AU for that.