Warnings: Ragyo being Ragyo, NC-17
A/N: Good God guys, I'm sorry for not updating. With KILL la KILL art on tumblr and KlK collaborations with Japan and Hong Kong friends keeping me busy, I've had no time for writing.
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Emergency stasis is different than regular stasis. I don't know much about this state because I've never actually been in this state before, but there's a noticeable difference from the norm. One, even if you have enough blood, you'll still be forced into stasis. Two, it's involuntary; I was not the one to initiate the transfer into stasis. Three, it doesn't take blood to wake you back up.
I'm still in separated fragments, though they weren't giving me any sensor input at all. There wasn't any pain, it sort of felt like when one of my Banshis had been cut a second time, except I wasn't panicking like before. I was still aware that my body was there—in a way, I could feel them there, yet I can't feel anything. I'm floating. Something's touching me on all sides, like some type of gelatinous liquid keeping me inside.
I could feel another presence, one that felt ethereal compared to anything I'd ever experienced before. Something was closing in around my body, and I felt tendrils brushing against my many pieces. I heard the balls of light around me harmonising with a melody not found in human kind. It somehow numbed the pain I was feeling on my botched edges.
There was a distinct voice from the chorus, gossamer strings amongst the chiffon airs. In a sense it was invasive. I was cautious about how I would approach this.
You have returned.
…Who is this?
What are you doing?
I am the Original Life Fiber.
As in?
I am your mother.
My… mother?
I am repairing you.
But that doesn't make any sense. I was created by Dr. Matoi in his laboratory. I remember seeing it so clearly.
Mother?
You must be so lonely. No memories to visit at night. You were created to destroy, and without that, what purpose do you serve?
…I do not wish to destroy. Ryuuko has taught me that.
I assume that she means a lot to you based on what memories you have stored.
I'll take that silence as a yes.
You were not forged directly from me; you were not the product of pure origin. A scientist had extracted Life Fibers from me to create you. I felt your birth. It was corrupted by human DNA spliced into your lost Banshi thread. I have no way to replace that human DNA with the Banshi I am granting you, but it will keep you stable. However, it is a pure Banshi thread; be sure not to taint it with impure blood.
What do you mean by 'impure blood'?
It will be explained in due time, my child.
Alternatively, there is still a part of you that is straggling, not connected to you but very still much alive. I am not sure where that extra Life Fiber has gone.
What do you mean by that? Up until recently when I was hacked and burnt to pieces, I had all of my pieces to me. Otherwise Ryuuko wouldn't have been able to transform.
I'd like for you to return to me.
What…? I don't understand what you mean.
Return to the original Life Fiber; become one with me again.
And why would I do that?
I can feel you poking through my memories. Those are not for you to see.
You hurt your human by trying to force yourself onto her.
I would never hurt her intentionally!
Have you forgotten her tears already? I can see them.
I-I didn't forget. I can see the memories. She tried—
I hear you cry at night, your Life Fibers weeping for a connection, for complete synchronised harmony. Ryuuko has not yet given you that, I see.
You're confusing me by changing the topic so often while we're in the middle of discussing it. I'm not sure what you mean by that. We have been able to synchronise in battle without an issue.
I can feel you stroking me. Please stop that.
You lack the bond that makes you and her whole. I do have a theory as how to fix that, though telling it to you directly would be inappropriate on my end.
How so? And please stop touching my scarf.
My child, there is so much that you have yet to discover. The theory is relatively simple. I am sure that you will be able to discover it in all due time.
Stop touching it-hnn.
Shh, I am replacing your Banshi thread.
I can feel it all over me, you touching me, and I don't like it.
You're inserting something into my broken threads and I can feel things running through them. What are you doing?
Hush, my child.
But it feels weird and what are you doi—oh, ahhhh…
It feels good, doesn't it?
It's hurting where you're touching the cuts, hnn.
There's more to it than pain, my child. Your mind hides nothing from me. I can tell you're feeling pleasure from this despite the pain. Yes…
Oh. Oh, oh, nonono, why are you doing this? It's stinging but it feels good, but I don't want it to feel good.
Whatwhat are you pulling out of me—
Stop please. Stop.
I love the feel of your threads twisting against mine.
Ah, ahhh! Hnn!
There there, my child. Don't you feel better now?
What did you do?
You should no longer experience the itching. The Banshi thread that had previously replaced your lost one was improperly set and corroded in multiple areas. There was another that did not match the one you were originally graced with; someone had tampered with it. I have replaced that as well. No Kamui should be forced to endure that torture. I'm surprised you managed to go so long with it in your system.
I see. Thank you.
Mother, you have both healed me and tried to persuade me to break my bond with Ryuuko. I find it odd that you'd repair me if you thought I shouldn't belong with Ryuuko. Yet you also hinted that you would allow me to continue seeing her.
You need to think of what's best for Ryuuko. Even if that means removing her from the picture.
Do you believe it would be in my best interests to leave her?
I'm sorry, Mother. Your intentions are well justified. However, if I left Ryuuko, I don't know what I would do with myself. She is a part of me—I can feel it. I can still feel her presence within me; it's what keeps me going throughout all that I've endured so far. It sounds silly and childish. But it will keep me going.
No, my child, it is not childish. It is simply how you feel, and those feelings are nothing to be ashamed of.
Mm. Be warned that Ragyo Kiryuuin is planning something involving you.
Do you know what she has in store for me?
That is something I cannot answer, for you need to discover the answer yourself. Focus on figuring out what her plan is, and be as cautious as you can, my child.
You are fully repaired.
What are you doing? It feels like you're pushing me away.
Goodbye, Senketsu.
No, wait, I still have more questions!
I'm being compressed into a small ball, and I'm moving. She's pushed me out of her form; the warmth disappearing in favour of a cool air. It was then that I was released from the forces crushing me, my arms extending and form unravelling into my natural shape.
I'm still suspended by Mother, her fibers still connecting to my back, but she's lowering me down to the ground.
…and right into the hands of Ragyo.
I was not prepared for this.
I wasn't able to struggle due to the fibers attached to me dampening any attempts to move. Ragyo's glow seemed dimmer than normal, but that may have been because Mother's own light outshined her own with its red brilliance.
"Kamui," she addressed, arms outstretched and ready to take me in. It was distressing how easily Mother had given me up to the enemy. I thought that her original intentions were to help me against the Kiryuins, as she'd warned me about Ragyo planning something, but when she didn't even give me a chance to escape…
No, those chances are slim enough as it is. It would be foolish to try to escape with Ragyo present, and even more so when I didn't have accurate knowledge of the structure of this place in order to find a way out.
Oh no, I'm in her hands. They're uncomfortably warm, and it doesn't help that she's touching any part of me that she can reach. She's tracing along the stitching that Mother had just created, pressing and irritating them.
Mother retracted her fibers from my back with quiet snap, withdrawing back into her spherical frame. Leaving me alone with Ragyo.
"Kamui," she repeated, and I opened my eye to stare at her. When had I closed it? She was picking at the threads surrounding my working eye. She wanted me to watch her.
We're moving to the side, not away from Mother, but to the left, to sit in a funny-looking chair. It was too fancy to really be considered a chair, decked in some type of reflective material that mirrored the glow of Mother nicely, giving it a disturbing aura. Ragyo sat down on it, maneuvering my body so that I was trapped within a spindly web of her fingers.
"Do not attempt to go into stasis during this. It will only make for a long punishment."
Don't fight it, don't fight it. I don't want her to hurt me.
What is she doing? Something is sliding underneath my skirt, too thin to be one of her fingers, and—
No, no no no—
It connected to me and I jumped, pulling myself away from her grip, but never actually escaping. She was in my mind like Mother was but it was a synchronisation without any blood. A red thread was connecting us, extending from somewhere on her body and attaching solidly to me. It throbbed as information transferred between us, information that would normally be used when transformed.
My body in this state wasn't meant to handle this type of information. It was too strong and complex for me to understand without a current of blood to help keep me balanced and focused. I gaped, arching my back in a feeble attempt to get away from it, though I knew it wouldn't do anything but provoke her.
Her claws were digging into my back, pulling me to her chest and rubbing her face into my skin. That feels disgusting. She sighed, leaning back into the throne and throwing a leg over an arm of the throne. The hand that wasn't holding me trailed out of my view, not that I could see much anyway with how focused I was on ignoring her touches.
"Junketsu was never this compliant. Always such a hassle to control when being reborn."
I wasn't sure what she was talking about. I groaned when she brushed her nails against the lining of my mouth, more sensitive than normal. My body was automatically reacting to the stimulation, not me. I do not like this. I'm not pressing into her hands because I like it.
"So receptive to my touch…"
Her free arm jerked, and a second later I was experiencing a wave of pleasure I'd only felt with Ryuko while synchronised and her…performing on herself. She was probing in areas that Ryuko had, and the sensations it brought was all too familiar.
Imagining that it was Ryuko instead of Ragyo made it easier to handle.
I'd feel everything that she did. Every thread in me would tighten in anticipation of what I knew was to come. Even her orgasm—my vision would go white and my threads would sing in absolute ecstasy—oh, stop touching that. The blood coursing through the both of us would stop flowing for less than a second, but it was all I needed to let go. Her pleasure would be mi—ahh, that feels good—mine; it would drown out—oh! Everything else—
Oh!
Don't fight it, just ride it out. You're with Ryuko, and she's whispering how much she cares about you, how much she loves you. Not Ragyo violating you. Not Ragyo pressing her face into you like Ryuko does when she wants to hide her face in her moment of release, not Ragyo caressing the same spots that Ryuko did-ahn-
Hhh-Oh, oh, OH!
She's done, she's done. Ugh, the sound made when she pulls her fingers out of herself. Do not absorb what she is wiping on you.
She didn't even wait to cool down like Ryuko did afterwards. She was moving, her grip loosening on me, but I was too tired to do anything. Sensory overload like this sapped so much energy out of me.
Something glinted in my vision, but I didn't pay attention to it. I just wanted to leave here.
Blood wicked onto my skin, and I swallowed it without a second thought. Admittedly, I'd become used to it, to respond quickly to any blood that was given to me. A reaction subconsciously acquired after I started taking more blood than necessary from Satsuki.
It tasted so exotic, so rich, like the blood that'd been used to wake me up from stasis here. It was only a drop, but it filled me with an intense need for more. It was never this strong, this potent, when I was fed it before. I gurgled, conflicted on how to respond to my most basic instinct.
"Don me, Kamui," I heard her say. But I couldn't move. I sat in her lap, frozen, strangled by the conflicting signals coming from both the thread still attached to me, and what my body was telling me to do. Ragyo's grin faltered a hair, and I caught it. I quivered, afraid of her wrath.
She must have felt me quivering, because her grin returned even stronger than before. "Still resisting?"
Red strands shot out from multiple points of her body, containing the same red glow of a Life Fiber in each string. They gripped me tighter than she did, slamming me flush to her body. It was ripping me, stretching me, forcing me to conform to her shape. Forcing me to be worn by her. My entire being screamed to do something, anything, to stop this. This is NOT right. Ryuko's blood is the only blood I would willingly consume. This is not right.
The blood poured freely into my systems, and I could feel the transformation beginning. Clamping down without warning, snapping to her frame, squeezing her skin. The euphoria I got from synchronisation wasn't lost, but it felt sullied when I was doing it with this corrupt woman.
It was complete, but something felt off. I was still being overwhelmed by information that would normally be sorted out by the synchronisation. Now, there was no controlled flow. Something was shifting inside of my body.
Something is changing. I'm feeling something being added to me—it's foreign, akin to when Ryuko defeated a foe and their Goku uniform's Life Fiber was added to my own. It happened for several minutes, but it felt like mere seconds because of how much was being forced into my body.
I heard Ragyo twitching uncomfortably under my tightening—which was not my fault, by the way. It was involuntary. I could feel my skin separating and reconstructing in a way I've never experienced. My vision was skewed from this process, so I was unable to tell what was going on, but things were definitely flying around us and out of my field of view. I could tell that I was gaining much more mass. I can feel that. Life Fibers are extending out from Ragyo's body.
And then Ragyo was released. She pulled away, grunting, but otherwise unfazed by what just occurred. I could see again, but it was disorienting. I was able to move way too much for how limited my body was supposed to be.
"Oh? What's this?"
I heard her laugh. It wasn't the huffing that I normally heard. If there's one thing I knew about Ragyo, it was that she does not laugh.
I lifted a head that I'd never had before.
And I looked at her, horrified.
"Her Kamui has a human form."
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Note: OKAY About Mother Life Fiber here. I imagine her as a rather odd figure with a mess of a brain. She is organised in her own way, but it would be confusing for anyone who was not originally birthed from her, as they wouldn't have a hive mind connection to her, so to speak. The type of connection I'm talking about is described in my short fic "Birth of a Kamui". The personality of Mother Fiber here was designed before that episode where we found out she was evil.
Next, Senketsu. The human form is not human-human. It's monster!human, and you can find examples on my tumblr. Just gonna explain why it happened here, in case I don't continue this: Senketsu synchronising with Ragyo while her Life Fibers are all over him allowed him to collect enough Human/Life Fiber hybrid DNA to become a human himself. I had a better explanation before, but I didn't write it down so I forgot it.
Finally, important thing: I am not sure where to lead the fanfiction from here. I had the whole plot written down up to this point, but I don't have anything else for it. I would have a lot of stuff for human!Senketsu, but as far as how plot goes, I have no idea.
