Author's Notes
Time for another perspective, in this chapter it'll be Nui. Why her? Because this is a Kill la Kill story that has had far too little action thus far (although there honestly is very little here) and besides, who doesn't want a chapter where Nui creeps on Ryūko?
After carefully examining Lady Ragyō's guest, Nui found herself unable to think of anything aside from the girl. Maybe it was because of the special bond the two shared: Ryūko always seemed to be down in the dumps and angry all the time, while Nui was always happy and smiling. Perhaps it was because they were both part human and part Life Fibers. Or could it be that Nui felt guilty, like she stole the life that was meant for Ryūko?
[The following takes place between when Ryūko fell asleep and woke up.]
"Hi." I sang to the maid, she looked like she was a itty bit sad.
"Right this way." The maid said, she didn't even say anything about my nice little hum.
"I'm so excited!" I couldn't stop myself from telling the music hater.
She was just quiet. And boring, really boring and not fun.
"Ooh what's she like, what does she look like, is she cute?" I eagerly asked.
Once again she was no fun.
"I hope she looks cute, otherwise this won't be nearly as fun. And it'll feel really weird." I explained to the maid who really needs to learn how to have a conversation.
Just before I could give her some conversation advice, she stopped walking and turned towards a door. This used to be Satsuki's old room, before she got older and started going all around Japan and stayed at her school. I should really visit her and her school some time.
"She's asleep now, do what you must." the maid whispered to me as she opened the door for me.
I took a few steps inside to examine the room, it's been so long since I was in here. It looked like everything was pretty much the same as the last time I was in here with Satsuki. Ah the memories.
I quietly tiptoed over to the girl sleeping in the bed. The first thing I noticed was that she looked a little familiar...
"She looks a little like Satsuki." I couldn't resist saying out loud.
"But better." I secretly thought.
The girl in the bed must've really been tired. After all I was practically next to her ear when I spoke, but all she did was turn over in her sleep. Maybe she was feeling sick I don't know. She did have a cute little trail of drool going down her chin. I still wish I could've kissed her there. Her face was like a softer, warmer, more gentle and, with the red streak in her hair, a cooler looking Satsuki.
"If Satsuki's not careful, this girl might just be the new apple of my eye." I thought to myself, not wanting to press my luck with another outburst.
I secretly hoped I'd accidentally wake her up so I could see if she had pretty eyes too.
It feels like a crime that I missed her after I killed her daddy.
I would've stayed behind if I knew someone with a face like hers was gonna show up. If Satsuki hasn't done it already, I am calling dibs on her.
But that would have to wait because it was time for me to do what Lady Ragyō asked me to do...
First I had to carefully remove the blanket. I would have thrown it off since I doubt that would've gotten her up, but it was the blanket Satsuki and I shared so many times. I lost about five minutes because I couldn't stop looking at her, her body was just... perfect.
The first thing I wanted to do when I got done was tell Satsuki this punk goddess is mine and I won't be taking "no" for an answer.
Next I pulled out a spray bottle Lady Ragyō told me I needed to use, it's supposed to help her sleep through this.
This was when it really started getting fun.
Lady Ragyō said that it works best through direct contact with her skin. So I sprayed it on her arms and both of her legs first. After that I sprayed some all over my hands and then rubbed it all over her pretty face. I even wiped away the drool.
I could tell that spray worked because the sleeping cutie's breathe slowed down a lot and my hands felt really warm (and tingly). But maybe that wasn't just because of the spray.
With the hottie sedated, I put the spray away and pulled out four needles. I held them with the pointy ends facing out of my hand. Next I pulled out my itty bitty scalpel and was about to do the next part of the job.
I ducked my head as soon as the maid tried to punch me, just like Lady Ragyō thought: this maid is a spy. Too bad she's not a pretty one.
"Looks like I found you." I enthusiastically told her as I tossed a needle at her wrinkly skinned face.
I know I didn't throw it very hard, but I was almost impressed with her when she caught it. Not really.
She must've wanted to play catch because she tried to throw my needle back at me, but she totally missed. I don't even know where it went. But as long as my Ryūko's safe and asleep, I don't care.
She had to of been really really scared since after that needle she made a break for the door. Tag's usually fun, so I let her get a four second head start before I started chasing her. It wouldn't be fun if I caught her too soon. Besides there was a chance we'd wake Ryūko if we played for real and a bunch of Lady Ragyō's boring scientists were gonna come in soon. Like I'd really wanna be around for that.
After I counted to four I leaned over her head and gave the hot sleeping goth a parting kiss on the forehead before leaving her for the rest of the night. That was stupid since she was sedated and her lips looked so soft, but I wanted our first kiss to be while she's awake.
The fake maid was seriously slow, she didn't even make it to the end of the hallway when I closed the door. I probably could've waited four minutes and still caught her, but oh well.
I threw two more of my needles at her, one at both her legs and she went down. If it wasn't for seeing a cutie naked, I probably would've been sad that she turned out to be a total letdown. Luckily good things come to those who wait...
When I was in arms reach, I saw her reach inside her sleeve and try pulling something out. I couldn't have that though, so I started poking my needle in her back again and again. After all acupuncture is supposed to be good for old people and their bad backs.
I can tell I was doing a great job because the old lady kept moaning. Good thing I kept my needle.
After a few minutes she got quiet, so I jabbed her one more time and checked her sleeve. She had a walky-talky. Along with bloodstains and tiny holes scattered all over her back.
I could tell she was still alive by the way her chest was faintly moving, and the fact that I avoided her vitals. I know Lady Ragyō wanted her alive for questioning, but first I needed to use her for something that I thought would be really fun. And all I needed was her...
Back to a narrative perspective
Ryūko was standing in her new room with her back against the door, still in her clothes from a few days ago. This was because her clothes being sent by her former school were due to arrive soon and, since she didn't have anything other than the same dirty clothes she was forced to ware yesterday, all she could do was wait for a maid to bring them to her. Also because she didn't want to risk offending any maids or get lost on her way to the front door. Or the trip back.
After what felt like twenty more minutes, Ryūko felt a knock on the door she was leaning on.
'About damn time.' Ryūko thought to herself as she turned around, grabbing the doorknob as she did so.
Ryūko was met with a couple of maids, neither of which were the one she had talked to yesterday, each were carrying a suitcase in both hands. Ryūko remained quiet as she waited for them to come in. But they both remained where they were, as if they were waiting for something. Her permission. Ryūko realized that the maids were awaiting for her to give them permission.
"Oh sorry. Come in." Ryūko said, mentally cursing herself for potentially doing the very thing she was trying to prevent from happening to transpire, as she made way for them.
"Thank you Lady Ryūko." One maid said before they both walked through the doorway.
"Lady Ragyō told us about your plans for the day, would you like us to put these clothes away for you while you're out?" The other maid asked.
That was a good question. Ryūko actually would like that since she'd be able to start spending time with her mom faster, but letting them do that also added the risk of one of them -or possibly even another maid- finding the scissor blade that she had hidden in the guitar case under her bed. She'd rather not tell anybody she just met about that scissor. Especially what she plans to do with it.
"No it's fine, I'll take care of it when I get back." Ryūko said, trying again not to offend them.
"Very well miss." The previous maid said with a bow, along with the other.
"Don't be afraid to ask us if you reconsider, or any of the other maids for help." The second maid said as they both began to leave.
Once again Ryūko was alone, and again it was because she alienated herself. Even though she had a chance for her life to be different from the way it was before. That's just it though, why wasn't she taking this chance? And what reason did she have for this crusade she intended to go on? Whenever she stopped to think about it, she knew nothing about her father. She didn't know if he had any hobbies, she didn't know anything he liked, she didn't know what exactly all that research that he valued over her was for, she knew absolutely nothing about his past, and yet she wanted to find out why he was killed? She wasn't even sure if the man was really her father, after all he lied about her mother. So why would she "continue his fight" for him? She had no reason to do anything for him, much less try and avenge him. Only now did Ryūko realize this, she doesn't have to be a Matoi anymore! This is her chance to leave that cold, isolated, life and name behind her. She could become something better, a life where she isn't alone, one where she is someone of value: a Kiryūin.
"The hell am I thinking?" Ryūko asked herself, before exiting her room. Wanting to catch up with the maids, she left the door wide open.
"Hey wait!" Ryūko called as she made her way towards the maids on the other side of the hallway.
It was this brief walk that Ryūko had a second revelation, one that she wishes she didn't have. While she was making her way to them, she saw two things that made her face reality: her surroundings and the clothes she was wore on her back. Ryūko was wearing the same thing she has most of her life: a simple white shirt and a black jacket -which was also looking a little singed and damaged from the explosion- inside a mansion filled with things that were likely worth an entire years tuition at her old school. She was out of place. Even if she were to try to, she'd never really fit in here. She was a delinquent, a lower class commoner. She'd never forget that, she had fought too much for that to just leave her mind. It was a part of who she was, for better or for worse.
"Go ahead. Just don't worry about unpacking anything else." Ryūko tried to say enthusiastically, secretly dreading her decision to leave her room -seeing as how she hadn't even changed her clothes yet.
"I'm such an idiot. Thinking I can just leave that crap behind..." Ryūko spouted, along with more nonsense, in her head as she made her way back to her room.
Thankfully for Ryūko, in her haste she left the door open. This made identifying her room, or more accurately finding it, much easier for the girl with a red streak in her hair. Ryūko planned to take a shower, put on some clothes that wouldn't make her look she was an underprivileged case whenever she stood next to Ragyō, and try to get to know her aforementioned mother. But seeing a maid walking out of her room confused her a little, she paid her little mind however. If she did, Ryūko might've noticed that the woman exiting her room was doing her best to conceal a long needle from her.
Author's Notes
In case it wasn't obvious, Ragyō intends to keep Ryūko from finding out about the special experiments involving Nui and our protagonist. This chapter was originally written months ago, but the way it was heading kept leading to writers block over and over again. So I changed what I intended to do at first to this instead. While I don't personally like this more, it will be better for the story overall since I didn't have to waste time on things (such as naming what was just fodder nudists for Nui to reap) and can focus more on the plot and other important stuff.
