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"Keh, don't go gettin' a complex just 'cause you're freakishly tall," she brushed off with a quick grin, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets as the two walked along. The wide berth given to them by the majority of the students didn't go unnoticed, making her snort in a depressingly unladylike manner. That's what respect meant, living in a world like they did, and it sort of baffled her that Honnouji's own students would even dare make some sort of rumor about the Kiryuin heir. Folk had died for less.

"Oy, hold up."

Holding up one hand, the youth motioned for Satsuki to come to a stop, flush against a wall. She peered around and into the building, trying to discern whoever was inside - before pulling back, looking up at the girl next to her.

      she remarks with such stinging, catty irony and sarcasm that it seems nothing short of absolutely, unforgivably venomous. as with most confrontations, she fails to relent — even to her sister. it’s a habit she’s thought to break, but the moment she’s been whisked away in is far too demanding and emotionally fueled for her to remember. 

            ” living on the streets and likely spending nights starving behind a city dumpster. is this a life that suits you? is that all you aspire to be? a pathetic vagabond, impetuous and entirely without stability? “

      even as the words spit from her lips, a part of herself reaches out to retract them. that part of her which acknowledges this as wrong is overruled by frustration and anger. why can she not simply accept her help? why must she be so intolerably thickheaded and stubborn?

            ” you’re painfully nearsighted, matoi. “

      intentional wording, drawing on the differences in their surnames. disconnecting, detaching…separating. she’s driving all the negativity she wished to abolish between them. 

Ryuko surged forward until only inches separated them, her breath heaving as her emotions surged and sent adrenaline to every inch of her body. Her cerulean gaze smoldered as if they were embers ready to burst into flame, features twisted into righteous (at least, to her) fury. The fuckin' nerve of her, as if she knew what the fuck she was doing.

"Don't say that, like it's somethin' to be ashamed of. I had absolutely fuck-all when I started, no one was giving me wads of cash and bajillion dollar homes, I was on my fuckin' own but I survived. When the fuck have you ever had a tough time, when Soroi's on vacation and ya gotta make your own fuckin' tea?"

Though Soroi was by no means poor, she'd been sequestered into private schools from the age of 6, and started ditching with a regularity around the age of 13. It didn't make her popular with the staff, but it had provided her with ample street smarts - the sort of thing Satsuki completely lacked, and the fact that now she was what, pulling fucking rank? As if she knew what the hell she was doing.

"You don't know how to take care of yourself. Yeah sure, you can lead an army, but the fuck's that gonna do for you now? And now you wanna pull rank, you impetuous twat. I was just trying to fucking help you."

The blackette went quiet for a while, the embers in her eyes settling into a wounded, dangerous expression - like an animal, except her cornering was strictly emotional. She wanted Satsuki to be proud of her so badly, she wanted a sister, it could even be said she wanted guidance - but that temper effectively stymied her.

         " you are not my pawn,             you are my sister. “

      the clarification comes with stern anger, perhaps only       worsening the situation she’s landed herself in. the       conversation has taken a complete turn from the path       it was set on before, and satsuki isn’t aware of any viable       option that can set it back on it’s playful road. the answer       is all too obvious, but she’s too emotionally dense to see it.

"Don't pull that crap on me, you've had a butler doing everything for you since you were born."

It was short-sighted of her to say, even mean-spirited, but in the spirit of the moment, she didn't really give a shit. To say Ryuko had a problem with authority was putting it lightly, and her hate for the totalitarian city state her sister was responsible for was a manifestation of such. Granted, all the Kiryuin had now that she was graduated wasdirectly taking the mantle of a tattered company while she possibly tried to get herself an education at the same time. The vagabond had no such luck, but she made the best of what she had, putting her fighting skill to work in mixed martial arts matches. It wasn't as glamorous, but it was honest to her - and to think that Satsuki was in any way looking down on that was infuriating.

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      recollecting their time spent together, and it’s progression from       beginning to present, satsuki comes to understand that her       unsullied reputation of brutality and tyranny is no longer so.       parts of her believe this to be progress, while the more realistic       and ambitious side of her personality find it to be far more       compromising than she’d like to have. a balance must be stricken,       and at the moment, she’s far too frivolous for her own liking.       casting the blame on ryuko, though, would be inappropriate       and misguided — but she wants so bad to blame the woman       for her present feelings, jumbled in a mixture of somber intent       and bashful spite. 

            ” silence. “

Where that had come from, she had no fuckin' clue. A really brief amount of time ago, she'd been very nicely, downright playfully interacting with her sister, and she'd earned a nice scolding for her efforts. A scolding. Like a fucking child.

As if Satsuki was so grown up. She was a scant year older than Ryuko and acted as if it was 10, putting pressure on the rebellious youth in a way she was completely unfamiliar with, leaving her nearly blind in her rage. The muscles of her jaw flexed, fists clenching as she eyed her elder sister with barely suppressed violence.

"Not that ya asked before but I do have a job, so you can go ahead and fuck off. Yer not my fuckin' parent, you're my sister, so get that stick out of your ass and get it through your head. I'm not your damn pawn to boss around anymore."