Disclaimer: I do not own Kill la Kill or any of the characters in this story.

This is a collection of short stories, and maybe two-parters that focuses on Ryuuko and Senketsu's relationship over the course of time. The chapters will not necessarily happen in order and will take place randomly within cannon or sometimes outside of cannon. Chapters may range from humor to drama. In other words, whatever comes to mind, I'll write. A suggestion from a review may even be considered.

Most Demanding Article

When Ryuuko had first met the odd creature known as a Kamui, and named it Senketsu, she had no idea how annoying their future relationship would become. When she met Senketsu, he was quiet, with almost a build-in subservient nature, she thought. He consistently relayed needed information, which she thanked him for but often ignored.

"You should rest." He would often say. Ryuuko would utter a dismissal of his claims that she was weary, before walking to her next class where she secretly hoped there would be no more oppositions for a while. And then he would mostly lie dormant on her body until he had something else urgent to tell her.

"Your blood sugar is getting low. I recommend you eat before getting into a confrontation."

"Ah. I'm not hungry." Ryuuko remembered responding angrily. Her irritation was not directed at the Kamui, but the captain of the swim team whom she was giving the evil eye.

"Your blood levels are getting low, Ryuuko. You should retreat." That was before she had gotten a handle on synchronizing with Senketsu.

"Thanks but I'm not stopping now!" She refused.

"Your respiration is too high." He would warn.

"I'm…fine."

"Your Oxygen levels are too low." He said in panic.

She responded by taking a deep breath. "Happy?" She asked snappily. "Thanks but I'm good."

"I'm detecting an unusual amount of white blood cells. You might be getting a cold. Stay home." He pushed.

"The day I stay home with a head cold is the day Kiryuin Satsuki kills over from food poisoning."

It was always related to her wellbeing. It was as if he was programmed to take care of her and Ryuuko accepted that about him. He was, after all, a uniform, designed by a human and humans rarely made things that weren't designed to serve them.

And then she was proven wrong and she started to realize the dreadful truth of what was happening. Senketsu became…comfortable, Ryuuko thought. That was it. He had become too comfortable. Way too relaxed around her. He had forgotten who was the human in the relationship and decided it was a good idea to be picky and demanding. He no longer reserved himself around her, and while he still showed concern for her wellbeing, he also made his desires and intention more and more known. Desires and intentions Ryuuko hadn't known existed.

"How about a bath?" He suggested.

"Jeez. You don't hold back. Do I smell again already?" Ryuuko asked with a bit of humor.

"I was referring to myself, actually."

"…Oh. Sure."

So she made the bath, same as usual, and placed the uniform in the bucket of warm water. She looked through the shelf and grabbed the first detergent she saw and was preparing to pour it into the water when Senketsu held up his right sleeve and with an air of upmost kingship, he said. "How about no."

"Nani?"

"I was thinking." He started. "That is pretty harsh on my fibers. Maybe we could invest in something a bit gentler…for delicates."

"I…but that's…" The girl's brows twitched at the uniform's nerve. What did he mean 'we invest'. And hell, did it looks like she was made of money. Here she was a vagrant just months ago, and even now, she lived in the slums of Honnouji…and here he was asking for them to invest in unnecessary things. "I suppose you want a fabric softener too. How about some of them anti-static balls?" She said with biting sarcasm, but Senketsu didn't seem to understand sarcasm.

"That sounds remarkably pleasant." The twitch migrated to Ryuuko's eye and she was just about ready to give the rag a piece of her mind when she noticed the pleased and dreamful looks on its face, something she had never seen before. She reigned in her temper.

"Pppth. Don't hold your breath. That cost money...but I suppose I can at least look into the detergent if this one really irritates you so much."

There wasn't too much disappointment on the Kamui's face and he only nodded a pleased response. It seemed the detergent alone was enough to satisfy him. So it did have a personality other than being a relay device, she thought. It was like he was gaining a personality before her eyes. She smiled to herself. It's like raising a child.

And his budding personality and opinions didn't end at bath time either. There was ironing which he was starting to request almost every night. "Make sure you iron the creases in my skirt." He demanded "And don't forget the lapels." He finished.

"Man, you sure are demanding for a piece of clothing."

"Ah." Senketsu agreed. "I might be your uniform but I also have likes and dislikes."

"Oh yeah? Tell me what you like."

"Hmm. I like when Ryuuko irons me." He said calmly. It succeeded in giving Ryuuko a pleasant warmness that she believed Senketsu must not have been completely aware of. She chuckled while also hoping to hide her blush.

"Oh yeah. What do you dislike?" She asked with a chuckle.

"When Ryuuko misses a spot." He sighed and opened his left eye to look at the girl before folding upwards. "Ryuuko, you missed a spot on my lapel. Go over it again, please."

Ryuuko's mirth turned into irritation that she mostly hid, and still she couldn't help but ask him. "What is it with those lapels?" But Senketsu didn't respond. He was far too busy living in that moment and groaning to the amazing sensation of being ironed.

Ryuuko wasn't the most patient person, but she could sacrifice some time for Senketsu. How could she not. He was clothing but was sorta not too, or so she was realizing. But it's certainly hard, as a human, to bend yourself and spread your time taking commands from what was essentially a uniform. But he was kind to her and protected her. He didn't judge her. He trusted her. And Ryuuko could say she trusted him as well. So, she put up with Senketsu's nagging about her health and his nagging about his desires. But then he became even more comfortable, and finally, he crossed the line when his desires spilled into her own personal satisfactors.

"Don't" He said as she reached for her desired piece of fruit. His sleeve had tightened around her arm, effectively keeping it from extending any farther.

"What? What's your problem?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you about your diet. You should cut out the citrus." He suggested bluntly.

"Nani!?"

"I don't like the taste of your blood after." He admitted.

"As if I care!" She fussed. "I'll eat whatever the hell I want!" The girl displayed an active body language to match her excited tone, full of pointing at herself and stomping her foot in emphases.

The crowd she was amongst, as she bought the groceries for Mrs. Mankanshoku, paused to observe her in bewilderment. "Have you forgotten again that you're the only one whom can hear me?" Ryuuko became flushed with embarrassment, her entire form becoming so overwrought with humiliation that she abandoned her lemon and moved on to the next display of goods and pretended nothing had happened so Senketsu won that battle. No lemon for her and the girl was absolutely seething. In her mind, she had thoughts of revenge.

She put on her sweet voice. "Oi , Senketsu? I didn't know what I eat could affect my blood." She said. She was in the shared family bedroom/slash dining room before dinner. She could smell that the meal was coming along nicely.

Senketsu hummed with confirmation.

"So. What else don't you like?"

Senketsu seemed to think for a moment before an idea popped into his mind. "Spicy food. Anything spicy is intolerable."

"Spicy food huh? Gotcha! I'll avoid eating too much spicy food in the future."

"Ah. Arigatou."

And twenty minutes later, dinner came along. It was the usual. Rice, mystery croquettes, and miso soup, but Ryuuko wasn't complaining. What a strange looking meal to develop such a liking for, but today, she needed a bit more.

"Ah. Mrs. Mankanshoku. It looks delicious as ever!" She complemented. "I was wondering, do you have any type of hot sauce."

Senketsu immediately looked up at her. "Ryuuko!" Ryuuko fought of a malicious smirk.

"What kind of Mother would I be if I didn't keep that sort of thing?" Strange response but Ryuuko took it fondly nonetheless. "Mataro, sweety. Get that for me dear." Strangely the woman handed the young boy a key, which he quickly ran off into the kitchen clutching with an excited snicker.

"Woooow! Ryuuko chan! Ryuukko chan! You're gunna really eat the sauce! You're so brave Ryuuko-chan!" Mako eyes lit up with admiration and amorous stars.

"The sauce?"

Mataro came out with a glass jar, almost too heavy for him to even tote around and set it down. There was no label. Just a jar full of something pasty and red.

"The Mankanshoku secret super spicy sauce! Been in the family for generations!" Mataro proclaimed.

"Gatsu Gats." Said the dog.

"Super spicy?!" Ryuuko echoed the dog.

"It's how I got my first patient." Barazo mentioned, quite proud.

"Perfect."

"Ryuuko matte! Don't!" Senketsu argued from below and the girl cruelly ignored.

So the family applied a good helping of the paste on Ryuuko's plate. Much more than needed, but Ryuuko insisted it was fine even after warnings. She stirred it in her rice, in her soup, and dipped her croquettes generously before taking a bite. She didn't give it time to take effect and was continuously stuffing her mouth with the delicious food and quite tasty sauce. A moment later, it hit her. Her mouth felt like it was practically on fire, and it was such a sudden onset of pain that Ryuuko nearly squealed in surprise but held it in.

"Ryuuko!" The girl ignored her Kamui's protest. She kept eating, fighting through the pain, which was becoming harder and harder to hide.

"Ryuuko-chan. Why's your face so red?"

"I knew it." Snickered Mataro. "She can't handle that much Mankanshoku sauce."

"I'm fine!" She assured even as her eyes and nose started to run profusely and an unmistakable whine started to escape her mouth seconds later. Now her entire body felt on fire. She was so hot. So unbelievably hot. Her skin was red with blood rush and sticky with sweat. She was breathing harder."I'm good!" She repeated when the family started to look at her in awe. They admitted that looking at how much of the sauce she had taken from her plate, that she was extraordinarily tolerant but not for long. She continued eating anyway, until her face went numb, but by that time, her heart was beating so fast, she felt like she'd been in a battle against the Kiryuin. Her eyes were still watering but she was sure she was crying at this point. Her sinuses on the other hand had become the clearest they'd ever been. Senketsu had grown peculiarly quiet so maybe that was a plus as well. But before she had time to think of many more good things to come out of this crazy pursuit, her body decided she'd had quite enough and put her out of her misery.

"Tou-San! Tou-San! Ryuuko-chan fainted!" Cried Mako to her father.

Funny how the Makanshoku kept all their supplies at arm's length and before anyone could blink, the family surrounded the unconscious girl with gloves and masks.

"Mataro. Get out the scalpel!"

When Ryuuko came too, she was lying on the ground where she slept with the family. The others were already asleep and she herself was in her pajamas, likely dressed by Mother Makanshoku, which reminded her. "Senketsu!" For a moment she panicked and wondered if he was okay. It was obvious that she had overdone the hot sauce thing and now she felt very guilty for the whole idea in her head.

"Ryuuko." He replied. He was hanging up in his usual place right above her head and in arms length. She let out a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I should ask you that. Listen, Senketsu. I'm sorry. That was pretty mean of me. Karma kicked my ass though. Can you forgive me?"

"Ah. Actually I should apologize."

"Why in the hell should you?"

"I must confess. I don't actually hate it when you eat spicy food." He said guiltily.

"Nani? Why did you say that then?"

"It wasn't hard to see what you were planning Ryuuko. So I said spicy food. I actually am really quite fond of your blood when you eat spicy food…" He was going to remark of how delicious the rush of heated blood tasted but left it at that.

"So…you tricked me into…"

"I'm sorry Ryuuko. I didn't realize you would take it so far." He thought she would be mad at him, as if she wasn't ticked off enough at him. To his astonishment, she began to giggle. It was small at first but grew incontrollable and he could tell she was struggling to keep her voice down.

"You dirty dish rag!" She laughed still and grabbed him by the skirt, effectively pulling him off the hangar and onto her chest, then surprisingly, she drew him into a hug. "That was pretty smart. I couldn't have done it better myself!" and her laughing grew.

"Senketsu. Serious question though. Why had you never mentioned before today that you didn't like when I ate lemons? I practically have been having them every day."

"Well. I didn't want you to stop wearing me, so I thought I'd wait."

"Stop wearing you? That's crazy."

"Well I am clothing after all. I wasn't sure how you'd respond to that."

Ryuuko felt guilt curl up in her chest. "Senketsu. You're not just clothing. I admit, as a human, I'm not used to my clothes giving me commands but I know that you're not just clothing. You're a person. A cunning, dirty person who happens to be a mean girl's school outfit." In a way, Ryuuko knew she was admitting that to herself as well. Senketsu was a person. Maybe not human, but a person nonetheless. There was no human-clothing relationship. Just two people and she was an ass for feeling like there was a hierarchy to begin with.

"Ryuuko. You believe so?"

"Yeah, I can be an asshole sometimes." She said with a guilty but unpreventable curl of the lips.

"No. You said, that I was a person. Do you really think that that is true? I was created. I was created in a lab after all."

"You have feelings. You have emotions. You're smart. You have likes, dislikes, opinions, you're kind, and you outsmarted me …ONCE! But yeah, you're a person." Ryuuko nodded her head in a way that told Senketsu he was silly for thinking otherwise. "And you can't throw persons away Senketsu, so never think that again. We're partners. Even if I hate you, and you hate me, we're kinda stuck together."

"You're not mean. You are kind to me, Ryuuko."

"We're friends."

"Ryuuko, that reminds me."

"Hmmm?"

"I didn't get ironed tonight."

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you about your habit. I think we should cut down on the ironing."

"N-Nani!"

"I don't really like doing it that much."

"But…Ryuuko!" The girl could only laugh at his panic.

"Go to sleep." She said, restraining him in her arms like one might do a pillow. "Night."

Senketsu relaxed, supposing he could take a break from ironing to relax in the girl's arms. It was quite warm and nice, even if it developed his wrinkle problem even further."

"Ah. Goodnight, Ryuuko."

End.

~Amaterasu333

Funny how you can start a story and end it in completely different places. Sometimes, as is the case with this one shot, I think of an idea, usually pretty small and insignificant. For this story, the idea was Ryuuko becoming annoyed by Senketsu's growing neediness. I'm pretty swayable and stream of consciousness is just one of those things that happen before I know it. One thing leads to the next and before I know it, the original ending is all but gone. At the core of the story is still the same basic idea but lots of things aren't thought about until the moment I write it down. This is what makes writing so enjoyable for me. Even as the writer of a scene, I'm experiencing it as well. I'm seeing and hearing these things take place in my mind's eye and translating them into text and the whole experience is incredibly fun when I can manage to put myself in these scene and report what happens , especially when dealing with these particular characters. I had fun writing this.