Rating: R
Note: A lot of people asked me to continue this.

I really don't like the idea of a gijinka Senketsu with Ragyo still running around. I struggled a lot with trying to figure out how to progress this simply because I didn't know what ragyo would do with a him; what use does she have with a gijinka Kamui that cant easily be willed to do what she wants?

Bishironen molded a great depiction of a gijinka Senketsu, one that I could never replicate. . . but greatly helped inspiration. It's another reason why I was hesitant to continue writing this. I hope I was able to deviate well enough. . .

.o

My mind was reeling with sensory overload. I could feel so much more over a wider area, how cold it actually was, and more than that, an ability to move of my own free will.

I was kneeling on the ground, Ragyo standing close by. I was in shock, my eye frozen at the blank floor in front of me. I could feel myself quivering as mass amounts of life fibers shifted constantly inside me, rearranging itself with every subtle movement I made.

Ragyo moved to touch my chin, but I shrunk back from her fingers, angling my face away from her subconsciously. It felt odd to be able to react so quickly, and more importantly, to be able to escape from her physical nature for the first time, however small of an accomplishment it was.

I heard her chuckle, her steps echoing it as she began to circle around me, gracing me with cursory contact. I could twitch when she touched me, but now it felt like it was actually accomplishing something—momentary relief from touching—instead of feeling completely useless.

The Original Life Fiber seemed to hum, her branches moving more than usual. I watched Mother as her limbs danced gently, led into motion by the revelation of my becoming this…humanoid. Ragyo canted her head at Mother in interest, a silent question as to why I had become this. So she thought that this was Mother's doing, and not her own.

Maybe it is Mother's doing. After all, the Banshi threads she used on me could have been created with the sole purpose of changing me into what I am now under certain circumstances.

I figured that ignoring the touches was the best course of action. Bipedal or not, Ragyo was still Ragyo, and only I had changed in this situation. I studied my own body with my eye as she did with her hands. I could feel them tracing the fibers that made up the strong muscular build of my back. I felt tense and nervous, unsure of how, or what to do now. Before, all I could do was sit there and attempt to ignore it. Now, I had the ability to make choices far beyond the dimensions I could before. With these new limbs, I most likely had a power unknown even to me. The power to turn the tables against Ragyo. I peered down at my claws slowly without tilting my head to tip off Ragyo to the plan hatching in my mind.

However, Ragyo was two steps ahead of me. Her foot slammed down onto one of my hands, pinning it to the floor. A hand extended and roughly clamped around my jaw, jerking my head upward to stare into her eyes. Almost instinctively one of my hands wrapped around her slender arm, squeezing tighter than I thought was possible. With such strength, I probably could have broken her arm if I tried. If she was in pain, however, she didn't show it.

"You recovered a lot quicker than I thought; already thinking of trying to escape." She displayed utmost domination over me, despite not knowing the danger that I could potentially bring. She was sure of herself that she could take me down if necessary.

Her grip on my face softened as her face became one of concentration. She tilted my head up gently, observing the details of my new face. "I wonder if Junketsu would be able to transform as you did…

"Can you speak, Kamui?" Her fingers slid against my lower lip, applying pressure as though asking for permission. I opened my mouth, about to speak, but stopped myself before I did. We sat in silence, me focusing on her hand.

Her eyes glinted dangerously. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and it'd give me something to feel good about—knowing something that she didn't.

I loosened my hold on her arm, but allowed my claws to nick at her skin, drawing blood. It absorbed into my claws, surprisingly, before my arm dropped to the side. She didn't fail to notice it, but didn't mention it, only huffed and smirked.

At that moment something tickled against my head—it wasn't physical in a sense, but it was as though there was a presence at the edge of my mind, asking for entry. My vision became unfocused as I concentrated on this niggling, feeling it take on a more audible form; it flooded my ears with white noise before a single piercing note took its place. And after that, it was silent, before…

'I wonder where Senketsu is.'

I heard Ryuuko's voice for the first time in what seemed like months.

I could feel loneliness, depression and anger filter through, ultimately affecting how I felt and making me frown in concentration. What was occurring right now…?

Satsuki had entered the room, but I couldn't hear anything but the echo of Ryuuko's voice in my head. Was it just my imagination? It all sounded so real but Ryuuko wasn't here.

'I can't even remember what happened.'

There her voice was again. Maybe my thoughts were starting to manifest itself into her voice as a way of dealing with my isolation from her. Maybe I was just imagining things.

'I'm not imagining things.'

This voice could try to rationalise as much as it wanted to. It stopped sounding as much as Ryuuko now as general unidentifiable voices that chanted over and over, 'Where is Senketsu? I need to find him.' It was overwhelming and I couldn't focus on them and Ragyo pulling at my arm to stand.

I had to push away the voices for now as I was led off into the tall corridors.

.o

I wasn't exactly sure what caused Ragyo's demeanor to change toward me. My suspicions had me thinking that because she thinks that the Original Life Fiber did this to me, that I am something to be held in respect of now? I'm pulling at thin threads, though, as I've got little to actually go by. It was subtle, but it didn't go unnoticed.

I was no longer allowed to sleep with Satsuki and Junketsu. My room was now one with the Original Life Fiber. Ragyo believed that the Original Life Fiber would have the means to stop me should I try to escape. She knew nothing of Mother's attempts to warn me about her.

Mother herself was great company during this time. She had made a bundle out of her threads and would extend that branch down for me to lie down on. After that, I'd find myself resting very close to the base of her giant form, warmed by her radiance. It was the most peaceful I'd ever feel.

I discussed with her the voice, but if she knew anything about what this phenomenon was, she didn't let on. Instead, she encouraged me to seek out the answers myself, reinforcing the will to be an independent piece of clothing once more.

The voice continued to say, among other things, 'Where is Senketsu?' and 'I miss Senketsu'. Over and over, it repeated that. Along the way, I felt a series of emotions that were highly unbefitting of the situation that I'd be in at that particular moment. Such as being prodded with needles to test my newfound durability, I'd feel extremely warm and peaceful, and when alone, angry. Maybe that wasn't particularly unjustified, but when the feelings would spawn from absolutely no provocation, it had me curious.

One night, I decided to humour myself and reach out to the voice.

I lay back in the bed created for me, nestled into the fibers that made up my bed and allowed them to encompass my body like a blanket. They pulled me up towards Mother, who was aware of what was going through my head at the time I decided to reach out to the voice.

The voice was muttering to itself, almost paranoid in the way that it repeated 'Where is Senketsu? Need to find him.' Tentatively, I drew my thoughts together and reached out towards the voice and said, 'I am here.'

The voices stopped after I spoke, a few long minutes passing before they erupted again, more sorrowfully, 'I miss him, where is he? Where is Senketsu?'

I tried again, stronger this time. 'I am here.'

They quietened down to a whisper, one that sounded broken and on the verge of collapse. 'Senketsu?'

'Yes.'

It was silent.

'…Senketsu.' The acknowledgement that this was real. The voice no longer sounded anonymous. It was clear as day that this voice was of Ryuuko's. My chest swelled with emotions stronger than I alone could feel, causing me to hum with unrestrained happiness. The fibers surrounding me seemed to undulate in kind, reacting to my own actions.

'Ryuuko.'

'So…I wasn't going crazy. But it still doesn't explain anything. Where are you? Are you okay?'

'I am fine. However, I'm not exactly sure of my location. I believe it is the Kiryuin Manor; I don't know where that is located, though.' I could feel the loathing seep in at the mention of the Kiryuins.

'Satsuki, that bitch. I knew she had something to do with it, but am I honestly expected to believe anything that comes out of Mikisugi's mouth when he keeps ranting about 'Nudist Beach' all the time?'

I froze. It wasn't necessarily Satsuki's fault that I ended up here. 'It wasn't Satsuki's intentions to take me from you. Harime Nui was the one who took me from Mikisugi while he was sleeping, and Ragyo is the one I assume to have ordered it.'

She scoffed, 'Then how do you explain me seeing you being worn by her weeks ago?' I felt a bit of jealousy and anger seep through.

'She was ordered to do it by Ragyo.'

'Tch, she could have easily just said no if she didn't want to.'

'Not exactly…'

'Anyway, how did you get inside of my head? Why now that you can talk to me, and not before?'

'I am not sure of everything myself. I suspect it has something to do with the change that I just went through, but it could have been a multitude of other things that Mother did to me—'

'Changes? What changes? And Mother?! You were made by my father! You don't really have a mother.'

I explained what had occurred in the past week and a half, and was met with even more confusion. But somehow, we managed to work through the details and we finally came to an understanding.

We spent every night after that talking. I had no real need to sleep when there was a guarantee that I'd get enough blood to last me through an entire 24 hour period. Ryuuko, on the other hand, would struggle to stay up late at night, but for the time we spent together—and apart—it was worth the trouble. She would attempt to talk to me during the day, too, but it was rather taxing to focus on both holding a conversation with Ryuuko and on the task laid at my hand at the same time.

The current task today being cut open to see what lay inside me.

The testing never stopped since my change. Ryuuko had complained about feeling sharp pains that occurred uncoincidentally during these tests, and so I did my best to restrict how much I actually transmitted to her. She still mentions it once or twice, when the pain is unbearable, but it's tolerable right now.

Ragyo found out that I'd been producing life fiber all on my own when I kept vomiting up fibers three days in a row. She kept feeding me more and more blood, and I kept getting bigger despite what should have happened when I purged those fibers from my system—a reduction in size and muscles. It became clear that this wasn't normal.

So I'd find myself strapped to a metal surface every day for about an hour as they probed different areas each day. They never managed to get to my core, the one that was slowly but surely producing life fibers of its own. At the end of each day, I could feel the source of my life fibers moving around in my body, as though it were trying to hide its tracks from the scientists, to keep it from being discovered.

It's slightly disturbing to know that even though I am of life fibers, there are life fibers inside me that have sentience separate from my own.

At the end of each session, I was sewn back together. By the hands of Nui.

Of course, Nui was the only one truly capable of giving me a complete repair to a gash this big, aside from Mother. She had to go through layer upon layer of life fiber inside me, patching up the threads the scientists had ripped apart in their effort to get as far into me as possible.

Every time she'd hum a different song, one that always had a note that seemed off from the otherwise cheerful tune. Her cold touch would purposefully poke at areas untouched by the scientists, teasing the fibers inside me into knots that ached for hours on end. She would giggle and say "Adorable!" whenever she saw my face contort from discomfort or pain.

The rest of the day was spent with Mother. I wasn't allowed to roam without either Ragyo, Nui, or Satsuki accompanying me—they were the only people that could physically stop me if I decided to try to run. And most of the time, all three were not present at the manor.

Mother would show me the outside world from places where she'd been before; she'd show me the history of the world as she helped humans to evolve, and the development of human society. It was a great way to pass time… and I could talk all day to Ryuuko about it as well.

Ryuuko didn't want to talk today. Her actions spoke for her.

'Ryuuko, what are you doing?'

'Ah, so you can feel it?'

'Oh!'

I could feel her probing her sensitive lips, an area not existent on my body yet felt all too real. I quivered, hands unable to do much but grip onto the warm fibers surrounding me. They reacted in kind to the ministrations I felt, vibrating under my hands.

Her touches traveled up my body, cupping breasts that I didn't have and teasing the tender nubs there. I gasped, arching my back into invisible hands. It felt odd to push into the thin air, expecting to feel something but feeling nothing.

'I wonder what you'd look like underneath me. So much more for me to touch…'

I shuddered, allowing my body to rock to these phantom sensations, the desire to reciprocate these touches intensifying, but without Ryuuko there, I couldn't return them. I knew nothing about the sensitivity of my own body, and how to pleasure it, but Mother had been paying attention to my interaction with Ryuuko, and decided to give me some power to do so.

Her fibers slid through my own tightly woven ones, seeking to connect with the Banshi threads inside me. They did, and I could feel her stroking them with a tender grace.

I choked, unprepared for the absolute euphoria to explode within me. Neither did Ryuuko. I heard her let out a wail, her fingers squeezing her skin more tightly. 'Oh my god, Senketsu!'

She was grabbing at her thighs, uneven able to do much more than grab at her groin and clench her hand between her legs, because the pleasure was rendering her unable to move. Steam poured from my mouth to relieve me of some of the heat developing inside me, accompanied by my own laboured moaning.

The waves of pleasure were looping back through the link. I received back some of the pleasure that she had felt moments ago, and it hit me each time Mother stroked another Banshi thread. It was going way too quickly for me to comprehend, Ryuuko's moans a crescendo that never ceased in my mind until finally, I felt her reach her limit. And milliseconds later, it hit me too.

I joined Ryuuko in her cry of release, fibers inside of me curling with ecstasy. My claws dug into Mother's fibers, holding on as my body jerked upwards, shaking uncontrollably as I felt Ryuuko's orgasm. Another burst of steam erupted from my mouth, only serving to warm Mother's fibers even more.

Her orgasm was beginning to subside, and I could feel my senses coming back to me. I was able to let go of Mother's fibers finally, and I sunk tiredly back into her threads, content.

'W-what the hell did you do? That was incredible.'

'Ah… uh, Mother helped me with that.'

I didn't expect her to laugh, especially not as hard as she did.

'That's adorable, Senketsu.'

.o

I felt particularly moody today, and it wasn't helped by the fact that I was feeling something akin to what Ryuuko described as cramps. It was established that we could feel what we did to the other person, and we were able to control a portion of what went through this strange mental link, but it was apparent that Ryuuko wasn't able to control all things that went on in her body.

A dull but persistent pain thudded in my abdomen. Moaning and rolling around may have helped a little, but ultimately it would be Ryuuko's job to be able to stop the pain.

'Ryuuko,' I groaned into the link, rubbing my own abdomen with the hopes that her feeling it would soothe her cramps.

'Sorry, Senketsu. It's that time of the month but I can't really block out the pain as much as I'd like to... It's not physical.'

'I understand.'

But the cramps had me especially distracted in today's dissection. My life fibers weren't as concentrated on keeping out of the scientists' reach as they were bending away from that invisible pain. Even being cut open wasn't enough to distract from it.

Satsuki was present this time, observing off to the side. I had to wonder why she was here, when all of the other times, she was absent.

They were probing around as usual, stroking fibers that they shouldn't be and rearranging sections of others to search deeper. It was at that moment that Ryuuko's cramps increased sharply, causing the normally docile fibers inside me to jump and lash out. Without a strong barrier to control them (the incision basically destroyed that barrier), they became unruly.

Threads snagged onto multiple scientists, around their limbs, their heads, their necks. I wasn't very aware of what was happening, I couldn't focus because of how much pain I was in. I could hear them crying out, screaming, but I was unable to will the fibers to stop.

There was a flash of a black object, and I could feel fibers dying within me. Someone had severed some of my fibers. My body lurched forward, unable to go very far because of the metal binding my torso to the table.

Something was stuck into my shoulder. I was getting drowsy, and semi-stasis was immediately upon me, stasis following soon after. I could hear Ryuuko begin to panic, but her words weren't…I couldn't understand her words. And then they were gone as I drifted into silence.

.o

I was in a dark room. I couldn't see much, even with my enhanced vision. There was no light here aside from the subtle glow of some life fibers.

I groaned, shifting to scratch at the recently stitched up wound on across my abdomen, but found myself unable to do so.

I looked more closely at the life fibers, and the light that they cast revealed that I was bound to a wall… There were too many fibers in one cluster for me to break free from them without some sort of assistance.

I hung here in silence, loneliness. I could feel Ryuuko reaching out to me through this bond. I could tell she was worried, but she was trying to hide it by stroking her arms to simultaneously stroke mine… to calm me down. I appreciated it. I couldn't talk to her though; I was still under the effects of the drug they injected into me—stil in semi-stasis.

It felt about an hour before I could fully come to my senses, and it was around that time that I saw a rectangular sliver of light develop in front of me. It turned out to be a door opening, though the light cast from it barely helped to illuminate the room.

…Satsuki?

I could see a silhouette from across the room, one I easily recognised as Satsuki's. She moved to close the door behind her, wasting no time to move in front of me.

"Senketsu." Her voice was hushed, secretive. I had the feeling that she wasn't supposed to be in here. "I know we have our differences, and we fight for completely different causes."

She trailed off, looking to the side in thought. "You do not belong here."

That much was obvious. I belonged with Ryuuko, whom I haven't seen in what seemed like weeks.

Through the darkness I could see something shift towards me, and a second later she was touching the fibers that bound me to this wall. I wanted to flinch away from her touch, but I willed myself not to. She did not see me in the same light as Ragyo—I had nothing to fear from Satsuki. They moved gently from the red fibers onto my dark skin, carefully, over the scars that had been there since before I'd turned humanoid. Her actions felt uncharacteristic for her nature, but not unsettling. My threads leaned into her touch, more than content with her gentle touches compared to the abuse that they suffered recently. I sighed, relaxing into my restraints and closing my eye in a show of placidity.

Her hand swept over my broad shoulders, tracing the markings there and then traveling down the long expanse of my right arm. She rubbed the area surrounding the fibers there, tugging at them. At first I didn't realise what had happened, but after a minute, my hand was free and by my side. My eye snapped open and I jerked my head towards her questioningly.

"As I said, you do not belong here." She was holding what looked like a black shiv, which was used to cut the fibers. It couldn't have been made from any ordinary metal, but I wasn't too focused on that. My other hand was freed soon after, and after careful work, the bonds on my neck were gone as well.

"Are you able to transform into your original form?"

I wasn't sure of that myself. I hadn't actually tried to, but even if I could, I had no idea as to how I would be able to. "I don't know."

She froze for a second before continuing to saw off the threads holding my waist together. I decided that it was time for me to do the rest and gently nudged her away. She nodded and watched me tear into the Banshi threads covering my thighs and feet, falling to the ground and losing their red glow as they were severed by my claws.

"Perhaps we can try one more time to synchronise. . . You should still be able to do that, even in that form. It's what you were designed to do."

I made a grunt of acknowledgement, stepping forward and my hand reaching out towards hers. My claw tips tickled down her arm until they reached her wrist. It was best to go with an area Satsuki was familiar with me drawing blood from. I dipped forward, bring her skin to my lips. I could feel her tense under my touch as my teeth brushed against that fragile skin, before they sunk into her flesh. Surprisingly, it didn't take much pressure to break her skin.

The blood rushing through me was hot with the knowledge of a synchronisation. I could hear her murmur the words to initiate the transformation. My body was beginning to pull on itself, the life fibers within me bending outwards and loosening to extend over Satsuki's frame. It felt as natural as when I transformed before, the only difference was it taking a few seconds longer than normal as my body deconstructed itself.

I sat on her body, though unsure of what her plans were with me in this state. Satsuki decided to humour me with the answer.

"I'm taking you home."