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Satsuki, budding queen who shouted apart armies, standing in front of you both tense and vulnerable. The way they clench their fists … You hold a hand up to them again — easy. 

Your sigh is heavy, but you rise to your feet. You need the friend you embraced, the friend you drank sake and tea with, the link between you and so many others.

This school was your home, your fortress, your nation. It was your cocoon, creating something magnificent and wonderful wrapped in threads of silk hardened to iron.

Protecting you, transforming you, entrapping you.

His hand extended and ignored, its meaning loud and clear. But you have something else in mind, something more, as you reach out and grab him by the wrist, unsheathing Bakuzan Gako and drawing it across his palm in one swift motion.

"We must move forward, Sanageyama. The world will look to us for guidance, for leadership, and we must meet their call."

You flip the blade around and grip it carefully, just tight enough to split the skin on your own hand, then toss it to the floor, where it sticks with a quiet thump. The pain is a distant warning, one you'll know he and you will both carry for weeks to come in every moment of training. Best not to forget.

"We must forge a new bond, another unbreakable link between those of us who would fight for everything, give everything in the quest for the contradiction of freedom."

You match his gesture, scarlet spattering gently onto the floor, and meet his eyes, still shining with a last tear.

this blog — and all associated with queer la kill — is going to be a safe space for anyone, regardless of how you identify.

except if you’re a jerk. 

i’m not going to associate myself with cissexism or transphobia.

education and awareness is really important, and i’ll be more than happy to answer any questions anyone has about being trans or queer, and i can’t speak on behalf of the rest of QLK but they’re pretty knowledgeable about it too.

… A lot of free time, for one.

It feels like the armor fell off of you and took your skin with it, and now every little realization touches the nerves raw and hot. Everything was easier when you just had to take orders, to move.

You nod at them, and make a mental note to pick up your resolve from where it lay at your feet, a crown.

"Victory brings answers and questions both, and they don't always neatly match."

The voice you hear echoes, soft and alone, and you close your eyes.

"There aren't endings. Only changes."

Keep moving, keep spinning, sweep unstoppable like the orbit of a world, capturing satellites heedless of their individual arc. But now the sun is extinguished, the light you orbit is gone from your world and what does that leave you?

Did you ever have glory beyond what you reflected?

You clench your hands, exile the thoughts. You are needed, now as then.

"Who do you need, Sanageyama?"

Their touch on your shoulder now gives you pause where it gave you purpose. You breathe, and it shakes, and you never shake. This feels like you’re flayed wide open and being whispered everything you want to hear.

Their smile makes is the knife between two ribs and the sutures all at once. You take their hand and bow your head.

After a moment, you release them to brush your hair back and look out the window towards the rubble of their kingdom, brief.

"Change." A pause, a tightness in your voice that lets go, the tension rolling out into silence.  "It's all new, Sanageyama, it's all going to be different. Now we will see what happens when you force the world to change."

You earned it.

Then the light shifts, your eyes focus, and he's a person, an ally, he's your friend and he is in pain and you can't show the weakness that is your lack of understanding.

You shift, tilt your chin down. These are motions you know he follows, you know he reads to mean without speaking: I care about you. 

A step forward and your hand is on his shoulder, a featherlight touch with the weight of a thousand words behind it, and you nod in approval, and smile, sad and no longer alone.

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QUEER LA KILL’s athletic committee chairman and former leader of the now-defunct kanto alliance is absolutely thrilled to announce …

SATSUKI KIRYUIN! and our satsuki uses they/them/theirs pronouns so please be respectful and make sure to prostrate yourself at their feet.