Nudist Knockout

The constant bragging from Ryuuko always drove him mad; the fact that she was so complacent with letting Senketsu sap her very life force, the fact that she was pleased to fight along side him and have him as a partner- it was sickening. She knew not of the true nature of the very outfit she wore, she knew not that she was becoming a very slave to the clothing both he and Mikisugi fought so hard to get rid of. 

But no. 

She was proud to be so in debt and so in sync with this robe. 

He exhaled slowly and was brought back to his current situation, sitting with Ryuuko and listening to her chatter on gleefully about the progress her and Senketsu have made while in Hive City. She was all smiles to talk about the titan they took down together, talking about how fantastic it was to take the things head off.

It was in the middle of describing how she did it that he reached out and gripped her throat tightly. His cigarette sat stiffly between his lips and his eyebrows were tightly knotted together.

"Stop talking." He growled, cigarette barely moving. She stared in bewilderment at him as he sat there with his hand around her neck. She could feel his fingers tightening around her skin, the rough callouses from his work, his anger. 

He inhaled deeply and let her go after a moment, exhaling quietly as he took the cigarette and flicked it. And just as she had stopped, she started again. 

"Man, not like you needed ta do that, could'a jus' told me to stop and I woulda shut up.. Do that again and we'll have ya kill ya!" 

He had just lit the cigarette when his hand crushed the small plastic lighter. The fluid dripped from his fist and he quickly swung and hit her, eyes large as he stared down at her. 

"Then shut up." He snapped and hit her again, grabbing a fist full of the sailor uniform as he hit her again and again. 

"Shut up, Ryuuko," he repeated again as he kept hitting her, blood smeared across his knuckles from having broken her nose. "You do nothing but talk about that godforsaken uniform, so let me tell you two useful pieces of information about it-" 

He grabbed her by the neck again and pulled her close to his face, smoke clouding as he exhaled sharply. Ryuuko was grabbing at his forearms, hands feebly grasping at his skin as she tried to sputter insults and instead sprayed him with blood. 

"One, it is a monster and nothing more," As he spoke he tore away the fabric, ripping it clean from her body and tossing it aside. Tsumugu stared down at her, watching as she looked back up at him, confusion and anger played clear across her face. 

"Two, you have become a SLAVE to these clothing, you are just as bad as Ragyo!" 

Her face fell into absolute shock and she tried to stutter out an excuse. "Wh-Whaddya- I am not-!" 

He exhaled sharply again and hit her again, a hard punch that landed squarely in the middle of her face and made her head slam down hard against the asphalt. 

Afterwards he stopped. She didn't move and a wheezing rasp of a breath escaped her lips. He sniffed stiffly and stood up, grabbing what was left of Senketsu and turned to leave.