Now, my masterpiece... Maybe. The point is I've been wanting to do a story like this for a long time. This triple crossover will include characters from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Dangan Ronpa, and Soul Eater (none of which I own, for the record). Universe-wise, the Dangan Ronpa story will be erased altogether (in-universe no less). The Soul Eater side will follow the manga series rather than the anime (not my usual style but it's necessary for the plot). The Puella Magi will include the anime, the PSP game, and even the Oriko side-story (yeah, I wanted to include every witch that franchise has to offer). Let's get started, since I already included the disclaimer.

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Discovery

Mukuro Ikusaba woke up in a cold sweat. The dream she had just had was the same one she seemed to have on an almost weekly basis. Slowly, she ran her hands through her bobbed black hair, her clear blue eyes gazing out at the darkened room of her apartment within Death City. She touched the bridge of her freckled nose as she tried to banish the dream from her memory. The apartment she was in was small but comfortable, and her bedroom was filled with the various war medals she had received during her time as a mercenary. Mukuro was wearing nothing except for her black sports bra and matching panties over her slim yet toned form.

She cast her gaze about the room, her expression one of worry. She finally looked down and rubbed her left hand over the wolf's-head tattoo on her right. The mark of Fenrir, a mercenary unit funded by the American government that specialized in anti-terrorist activities. Fenrir was the group sent in when the United Nations didn't want a threat to escalate out of control. Slowly, another hand, that of a man, was placed upon her's. She looked over near the window and breathed a sigh of relief. There, silhouetted in the moonlight, was her partner and lover, Kiyotaka Ishimaru.

Back in high school, Mukuro briefly had a crush on another student, but Kiyotaka's military-like approach to life had gotten her attention real hard. He was of a heavier build than Mukuro and far more muscular. His hair was also black but also short and spikey. His bright red eyes looked like warm and inviting lit coals in the dark. He was only wearing a pair of white boxers. "Is something wrong?," Kiyotaka asked Mukuro, noting the worry in her face. Mukuro sighed. "It's that dream again. The same one from a few nights ago."

In her dream, Mukuro found herself inside their old high school gym, closed off with metal shutters. A strange animatronic teddy bear, white on one side and black on the other, kept rambling on about something, though Mukuro couldn't make out any words. She could definitely see some of her other classmates with her, however. Suddenly, she confronted the bear about something, causing it to approach her. She quickly stomped on the bear with her left leg, pinning it to the ground. However, shortly after that, numerous spears popped out from seemingly nowhere and impaled her, causing her to die within seconds.

The dream didn't end there, though. She then wandered the school as if she was a ghost. She saw Kiyotaka, his hair now pure white, entering the storage room of the physics lab. As he checked his watch, a mysterious shadow crept up behind him. Mukuro was helpless to aid Kiyotaka as the shadow raised a mallet over its head and brought it down on Kiyotaka's skull. Kiyotaka barely had enough time to turn around before the strike. That was always the moment when Mukuro woke up. "I always feel so helpless when I have that dream," Mukuro said, "I'm meant to be the Ultimate Soldier. A hero of war who never backs down. But I'm not invincible, and I know it. Being helpless has always been my biggest fear."

Kiyotaka smiled gently as he pulled Mukuro into a gentle hug. "Don't you worry. That's all behind us. I don't know what miracle allowed us to go back and undo all of that, but it happened nonetheless." He released the hug and placed a gentle hand on Mukuro's cheek. "Let's just get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow." Mukuro smiled and nodded, then moved in to kiss Kiyotaka. He returned her kiss, and the two of them laid back down on the bed they shared. 'A meister and her weapon,' Mukuro thought, 'A new past and future, and a new war to fight. I need to focus on the new enemy... The Kishin.'


Homura Akemi opened her eyes as she gazed out at the streets of Mitakihara Town once again. She had jumped back in time for... She wasn't sure anymore how many times she did it. Of course, she wasn't actually moving through time itself. What she was doing was taking the memories she had and sending them back to herself in the past, hoping they would help her change the future. But so far, nothing was working. Homura was a young high school girl of average build, with long grayish-black hair that came down to her waist. She was wearing a school uniform consisting of a pale blouse with a red bow and white undershirt, plaid miniskirt, gray leggings that came all the way up to her hips, and brown shoes. Her hair was held back by a dark brown hairband, revealing her deep purple eyes.

As Homura walked forward, pondering her next move, she spotted a familiar sight. It was a small white creature, with a round head that had plain features like a stuffed animal. Its ears were tear shaped with a small inward curve at the wider end, and it had gold rings around those ears. Its tail was something like a fox's. It was Kyubey, the Incubator. This creature was responsible for turning ordinary girls into magical girls. However, they were nothing like the magical girls that were shown on anime and in manga. No, the magical girls of the real world were something much darker, and the really tragic part was that she was the only one who knew the real truth.

Kyubey seemed to be talking to a young woman maybe a few years older than Homura. She was beautifully pale, with dirty white hair done up knotted pigtails that came down to her chest, tied off in red bows. Her piercing red eyes burned behind a pair of spectacles, and she wore a black school girls outfit with short white socks and black shoes. Slung over her shoulder was a blue carrying bag for a shinai, or wooden practice sword. Homura knew in an instant what was going on... Kyubey was trying to make another contract with this girl. However, before Homura could move to intervene, the girl said, "Why would I need to change my life? Why would I need the power you're offering me?"

Homura was surprised to hear someone actually question Kyubey intentions. Most girls would have leapt at the chance to become a magical girl, especially since Kyubey offered a wish in exchange for the contract, though the wish always wound up being flawed. Of course, considering Kyubey did not comprehend human emotion, this was to be expected. But this girl, she was speaking as if she was going to flat out refuse Kyubey's offer. Kyubey must have also thought this, because it replied, "I don't understand. Why wouldn't you want this offer? Is there nothing in your life you want to change? I was told about your history. Don't you want your freedom from that family?"

"You misunderstand my connection to the Kuzuryu family," the girl said, "I actually enjoy my life with them. They are the only family I have and have treated me as if I was a family member myself. And it's because of them that I even have a life worth living in the first place. And to be honest, the whole concept of becoming a so-called 'magical girl' sounds fishy in the first place." Homura wondered where she had heard about this "Kuzuryu" family from before. The name sounded familiar. Before Kyubey could plead his case, another voice came in, saying, "Hey Peko. This little rat giving you lip?"

From down the street walked a young man who almost looked to be Homura's age, though she somehow got the impression he was older than that. His blonde hair was buzzed down and had distinct line patterns going across both side. His face resembled that of a child, with bright blue eyes and a permanent blush. However, the pinstripe suit he wore told Homura this was no cute boy, but a hardcore Yakuza gangster. Suddenly Homura realized what was going on. Somehow the girl, Peko, was involved with a Yakuza family.

Without another word, the mobster picked up the Incubator and looked it over with a discerning eye. "What is this stuffed freak anyway?" Peko shrugged her shoulder. "Not sure. It called itself Kyubey. Said it was an 'Incubator' and made me an offer to become a 'magical girl' in exchange for a wish. Honestly, I don't buy what it's selling. Something about it doesn't sit right." The mobster grinned and looked at Peko. "Alright then, what's say we send it packing?" And with that, he let the Incubator drop to the ground before intercepting it with his foot, sending the creature flying with a hard kick.

Homura cautiously approached the duo, wanting to talk to them. The mobster noticed Homura's presence, and offered a sincerely friendly grin. "Sorry you had to see that. I'm normally friendlier towards animals." "That was no animal," Homura said, "I'm not sure what it's supposed to be." She looked at Peko. "You choose not to take his contract. Are you really happy living with a Yakuza family?" She half expected the mobster to answer for her, but instead Peko said, "Yes, actually. Especially since I grew up in that family, right alongside Fuyuhiko here. Oh... I'm Peko Pekoyama by the way."

Fuyuhiko held out his hand. "And I'm Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu. You may know my family from the papers." Homura hesitated for a second before shaking Fuyuhiko's hand. "I'm Homura Akemi." Both Fuyuhiko and Peko smiled at each other, and Homura got the feeling that they weren't as bad as their appearance would suggest. But just as she was starting to calm down the sky started to fade, and turn an unnatural shade of blue. Homura's eyes widened as she realize what was happening. 'No! Not here! Not now! I haven't even had a chance to rest.' She got out the small pendant she had with her.

Peko looked at the pendant in question. It seemed to be a purple gem of some kind, diamond in shape and encased in a gold binding. The lower part of the gem seemed to be blackened somehow. "I still have plenty of magic left...," Homura muttered, "But I need to make this as fast as possible." "What're you muttering about over there?," Fuyuhiko asked, a little concerned. "That's not important," Homura said, "What is important is that you two need to get somewhere safe. Please, for your own good." Fuyuhiko chuckled. "First off, I don't take orders from anyone who ain't my ma or pa. Second, I don't know what's got your panties in a twist, but me and Peko ain't so helpless."

At that moment, a deep rumbling was heard that seemed to be getting closer. The three of them looked to see some sort of giant monster approaching. Bizarre didn't even begin to describe it. It looked like a human brain encased in a blue jellyfish-like sac, nerve endings spread out all over. "A witch...," Homura muttered. Peko gasped at that statement. She walked over to a nearby window and breathed on it, creating a mist. She quickly used her finger to write on the mist she had made. Homura noted what she writing, the numbers 42, 42, and 564. In an instant, the window pane shimmered and rippled before flashing bright white.

When Homura looked again, there appeared to be someone on the other side of the window. It was a young adult, maybe in his mid-twenties. He had short black hair with three horizontal white stripe going across it. He wore a black suit with white accents, and two silver rings on each of his middle fingers. His eyes were a grayish-blue. What struck Homura as odd was how symmetrical he seemed to be, as if half of him was inside a mirror. 'Meister Peko,' the man said, 'How good of you to call. How goes your patrol?' "Something has come up Lord Death," Peko said, and pointed to the creature Homura had called a witch.

The man known as Lord Death gasped. 'Well now this is surprising. What sort of Kishin is this?' "Actually," Peko said, and she pulled Homura into Lord Death's view, "This girl here called that monster a witch." Lord Death blinked. 'A witch? I don't think I've ever seen a witch like that. Are you sure that's what it is?' Homura nodded, still unsure what to make of what she was seeing. Lord Death clasped his hands, again in a symmetrical manner. 'We currently have a truce with the various witch covens, however it only applies to human witches. This thing is most definitely not human. And Meister Peko, I believe you and Fuyuhiko presently have 99 Kishin souls, correct?' Peko nodded.

For a few seconds Lord Death seemed to ponder, his eyes closed. He then opened them again. 'Whatever this thing is, witch or not it is a danger to humans. Take care of it. If it does have a witch's soul, you are free to use it to forge Fuyuhiko into a Death Scythe. If it works, be sure to report your findings to Professor Stein.' And with that, the window returned to normal. Fuyuhiko smiled. "Me turning into a Death Scythe, huh? Well, at the very least we can smash this monster." He suddenly glowed a bright white and leapt into the air. When he came back down, he somehow transformed into a katana complete with scabbard.

Homura gasped as Peko caught the now-weaponized Fuyuhiko, drawing the blade and placing the scabbard against her belt. She then rushed off to confront the witch monster. "She doesn't know what she's getting into," came Kyubey's voice, "Only a magical girl can defeat a witch." Homura looked at the white creature. "I know this. But don't think to try your talk with me. I've had it before." Kyubey looked confused. Homura held out the gem, and it started glowing. Peko, seeing the light, turned to see what was going on. From within the katana, Fuyuhiko's physical form, now fully naked, asked, "What's going on? What's up with Homura?"

Before their eyes, Homura's clothes briefly vanished, only to be replaced with a similar outfit. This one, however, had a violet shawl and skirt with a matching ribbon, as well as a black undershirt. A small silver shield had appeared on her left arm. "Please," she said, "You must leave this witch to me. Only a magical girl like myself can destroy it." Peko gave a rare chuckle. "You don't understand what me and Fuyuhiko are, do you? Let me enlighten you." And with that, she seemed to disappear. Seconds later, the witch was convulsing, as if in pain. When Homura looked closer, she gasped. Peko was moving at blinding speed, slashing her way through the witch's outer casing.

"Then again," Kyubey said, "I may be wrong in this matter." Peko slashed her way closer and closer to the brain-like nucleus of the witch. Holding Fuyuhiko so he could see her face, the two of them nodded. Simultaneously they called out, "Let's go... Soul Resonance!" In a matter of seconds, Fuyuhiko seemed to grow longer and sharper. "Katana Secret Technique!," Peko said, "Muramasa Slash!" She swung Fuyuhiko in a slashing arc, creating a shockwave that struck the witch's core. More slashes and shockwaves followed, stunning and damaging the witch severely. Finally, Peko finished it off with a more direct slash, slicing the witch in two.

Homura was expecting it to regenerate or something, since it wasn't magic that defeated it. But instead, the witch proceeded to vanish. "Impossible," Kyubey said, "They defeated a witch without the power of a magical girl." Homura wasn't sure she believed it either, but the truth was that Peko and Fuyuhiko had succeeded. The witch was gone, leaving behind the grief seed. Something else was left behind as well, which Fuyuhiko, once again in human form, was interested in. It seemed to be a dark purple sphere, with a spikey tail coming out of the top. "It really is," Fuyuhiko said, "A genuine witch's soul."

Before Homura and Kyubey's eyes, Fuyuhiko went and swallowed the soul. In an instant his body seemed to react. His eyes widened as a surge of energy washed through him. "Is it happening?," Peko asked. After a few seconds, Peko got her answer as a number of blade emerged from Fuyuhiko's body. However, they didn't seem to be impaling him, rather he seemed to be summoning them. When they subsided, Fuyuhiko gave a laugh of triumph. "It worked, Peko! That soul was just what we needed! I'm a Death Scythe now!" Peko smiled widely as she hugged Fuyuhiko. "That's wonderful! That means the other students at Death Weapon Meister Academy can forge Death Scythes without breaking the truce!"

Homura just stood there, stunned. Not only had these two defeated a witch, but Fuyuhiko had actually eaten its soul and gained power from it. Peko then noticed the grief seed, a dark purplish-green plant seed. "What is this?," she wondered, "Whatever it is, I think Professor Stein should have a look at it." "He should probably have a look at this too," Fuyuhiko said, picking up Kyubey by its neck, "It seems to know about these monster witches. Besides, the doc's been looking for something new to dissect." Kyubey seemed to be genuinely worried, but Homura was not about to stop Fuyuhiko. Not after the disasters Homura knew it would bring about. 'Besides,' she thought, 'With him gone, maybe I won't have to intervene in her life.'

To be continued...

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