It had been 2 weeks since that day. Ragyo had unleashed her army of clothing, which kidnapped anyone in it's sight, turning them into a mindless army. Satsuki had trimmed down the fat she originally had, but was still "packing pounds," making the Elite Four the primary commanders on the battlefield. Their Goku Uniforms started to get worn down by the waves of white three button suits. Their attacks drained their Life Fiber abilities until they were forced to wear the Nudist Beach uniform. Satsuki had managed to escape the fight against her mother, but Ryuko had been taken, trapped in Honnouji Academy. Her sister was being kept hostage by their vapid bitch of a mother!

They tried and failed to rescue her on multiple occasions, losing more and more members of their group until they were left with a small dozen or so. The best and brightest survived, though they didn't know for how long. Satsuki tapped her foot, drumming her hands against a desk as she heard the conversation held a few feet away. Talks of a rescue mission were to take place in a week or so. Satsuki wanted it sooner, but they needed time. She looked at herself, worried about what may happen. Junketsu had burned off the excessive fat she was unjustly given, but it was returning with a vengeance. It was akin to fasting; ditching food to lose pounds, but making more weight when they do eat.

She hadn't told anyone of her concerns, they had more important matters. Ryuko was number one first and foremost, but she had the Elite Four check into her situation whenever they had the time. They always accepted her requests, but she made sure that they were careful not to be caught trying to help her. She didn't know what she would do if they turned into those cover zombies because of her. Words felt like ocean waves, going up and over her, drowning her in semantics and morals. Whether they should create a bomb to obliterate everything in Honnouji Academy or to just hide for as long as they could. She wouldn't die a coward, nor would she go out like a fool. They had to be smart about their next moves. What they did now would determine the fate of the entire world.

She was well aware of the feeling, but this was different: she didn't have any advantage over her mother. No army, no secret plan, no home field advantage, no Kamui, nothing! All she had was- The metal door slammed open, with Jakuzure stepping in, wiping the sweat off her brow as she held her weapon tight in her hand. Satsuki sighed softly, her heart racing as she looked at the small pink haired woman. "I made it back, though the schools that Honnouji Academy had control over are gone. Like, the buildings have been wiped off the face of the Earth." Houka pushed his glasses back up, crossing and uncrossing his bare legs as he continued typing on his laptop, keeping a calm persona as everyone else grappled with what they'd just heard.

He was the first to lose his Goku Uniform, due to its poor defensibility and his general lack of physical strength. Nonon was next, she was fast, but she was eventually cornered and her music cannons did little to keep the covers away. Ira lost his in a day long brawl, giving the Nudist Beach group a chance to escape, with him barely escaping with his life. Uzu was the last one in the Elite Four to still have a functioning Goku Uniform, though he suspected that it would be permanently damaged soon enough. They were given the Nudist Beach suits, leaving their junk open to the occasional cold breeze that passed through the underground tunnel.

Nonon shivered, rubbing her arms as she sat beside Satsuki, attempting to hand her small blade to the older woman "You don't need to hand it to me everytime you come back." Satsuki reminded, gently pushing the petite woman's hand back. "It's yours for the time being." Nonon nodded, setting it on the table as she tried relaxing "It kinda sucks here." She pouted, slouching her shoulders and tapping her knee absently. "So, any updates on this rescue everyone talks about?" Kiryuuin shook her head "We keep on facing the same problem: strength. We aren't as formidable as we once were. The ship is just about done, but we'll need fuel and an actual plan before we do anything else."

Jakuzure bit the inside of her cheek, looking at the older woman longingly. Satsuki noticed her staring, but said nothing of it, standing up to go to the pantry and find something to eat. She mentally chastised herself for wanting food, but knew that she simply needed the energy, even if it'll interfere with her mission. They had to save Ryuko, her sister...a sister she didn't know was alive. All of her plans, the need for revenge against her mother, almost seemed to soften when she found out about her familial bond with Ryuko. She might've treated her underlings like children, but that was more of an insult than her thinking of them like a sibling. How would they even talk anymore?

'Hey sis I nearly killed on multiple occasions, how ya doin'? Mom sucks? I know, right? Tell me about it.' It was so dumb, but she couldn't do anything, not when she was Ragyo's captive for the forseeable future. Everytime she thought about what she was possibly going through, it made her so fucking angry! She had thought about this so often that a forehead vein had begun to pop up whenever the topic came to discussion. Considering that everyone here was planning to save Ryuko, her sister was brought up on a daily basis. Not only that, but Satsuki had to be there for every. Single. Meeting.

Satsuki grabbed a can of beans and cooked a small bag of rice, pouring it into a glass bowl as she blew on it softly, stirring her meal as the heat vapors simmered towards her nostrils, filling her head with happy memories. Nothing came up in particular, but she felt safe and happy when she ate. It might've been the mutation, or just her sentimentality showing, but she looked forward to warm food every day for the past two or so weeks. Jakuzure, however, was understandably worried for her close friend/crush. Satsuki didn't normally act like this, or did she cherish food to such a high degree. Only Soroi's tea was given that prestigious, unspoken, honor. But Satsuki was now so vocal about how much she loved the food, that even her stomach was talking on her behalf, growling constantly.

Jakuzure was no body shamer by any means, but she saw how Satsuki looked and how she struggled to keep up with the people she arrived with. Her mutation was holding her back from her true power and they were no closer to finding a cure for it. Whatever scientist that might've done this could be dead for all they knew, or was hiding. Hell, that scientist could be right next to Ragyo Kiryuuin and they wouldn't even know it. It's not like they could get to her anyways. "Hey, are you alright?" Nonon asked, placing her dainty hand on Satsuki's shoulder, watching her eat the food rather quickly. "I know you're under a lot of stress and that your body's been...changed, to be against you." Satsuki sighed, looking up at Nonon, preparing to speak "And I know it's not my place to demand anything from you. Or to assume I know what's good. But I...I understand that it's a lot." The small woman sat down, scooting her chair in as she breathed, her uncomfortability was as clear as day. "I myself have dealt with body issues- nothing compared to what you're dealing with. But I-" Satsuki held up her hand.

"Nonon, I know you're trying to help. But you don't know my mother. Not truly. She's the most horrid, cruel, vindictive-" "backstabbing piece of shit right?" Jakuzure finished "Yeah, I...I know." Satsuki sat up, gulping inaudibly "When she arrived, she almost immediately started...harassing me. It started with a kiss and then it just continued on and on…" Satsuki's blood boiled. Talking about Ryuko made her mad, but this was something else: this rage was far worse than anything she had felt before. "The point I'm trying to make is that Ragyo has affected us both and that everyone has a reason to put her six feet under. So the fact that you're ignoring your problems and not speaking to those who've known you for years now...it hurts. We've been through hell and back for you, yet you choose now to not trust us."

Satsuki didn't know what to say "We need you to be transparent with us, now more than ever before. We could finally put an end to this heartless skank, but you're dealing with all this on your own when you could let us help you." Satsuki looked down at her unfinished food. For once, she had lost her appetite. "I...I will. I'm sorry for acting so closed off. I just hate how I feel, how I'm changing and I have no say in it. All I could do was...I don't know." She was at a loss for words. Another first for her. "I promise to change. I swear it." Nonon smiled and leaned over, holding Satsuki's pudgy hands, cupping them lovingly. "How about a date to call it even?" Satsuki blinked and nodded slowly "S-Sure. A date…"

--At Honnouji Academy--

Ryuko stared at the mirror, playing with her short hair as her wedding veil bounced on her hair, making her giggle. "I can't wait." She told herself, leaning back in her chair as Nui and Ragyo entered the room. "Mom! Nui, you made it!" Ryuko stood up hugging the two women as they laughed with her "Of course darling. I'd never miss your perfect day." Ragyo gently held Ryuko's chin. "How about a kiss for luck?" The mother licked her lips, causing untold euphoria as Ryuko felt wave after wave of pleasure. Her wedding delusion repeated itself over and over again, locking her in a lust filled, erotic fantasy that she had no hope of escaping.