A/N: Hello, Cygni Swan here. I've had this idea inside my mind for a while, but never the motivation. Finally, I've gotten enough motivation to write it. Thank you very much for clicking on this, and if you liked it, please leave a review. Criticism is welcomed with open arms.

A young girl sat in her grey cell, an iron ball chained to her ankle. The cell had no windows or doors, just a small cot chained to the wall upon which the cell's prisoner sat and a dirty, cracked mirror.

The girl wore a black dress with a ruffled white collar, a black ribbon tied around said collar, and a red ribbon in her long silky black hair. She sat on her cot demurely and patiently, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

"It's your fault I'm here." She stated smugly.

"You're right." A voice responded. This voice was pure and melodic, a sharp contrast to the prisoner girl's sadistic sugar-sweet tones. "What would you like me to do about it, besides keep you here, away from harm?" The voice asked patiently.

"You do know I regret nothing?" The girl shot back, folding her arms. "I wanted to protect you. I did it for you. I love you, I gave everything for you. All I wanted was for you to be happy."

"Yet you never worried about your own happiness, Homura-chan." The voice sounded as if they were shaking their head. They sighed. "Or the fact that by taking on the burden, I was saving them all."

"All I ever cared about was you, Madoka." Homura gave a sick, simpering smile. "Silly Madoka-chan, you know I was just looking out for you, don't you know I only need you?" She clasped her hands. "I'll shoulder your burdens, and help you. Just let me."

It seemed the voice had finally lost her patience. "You're sick, Homura-chan."

"I know. But I don't care. I only care about you, Madoka. Nobody else." Homura said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, and she were explaining the concept to a small child.

"How could you?"

"Haven't I already answered this? I'd do anything for you. I'd give anything to have you back again."

"You've done enough already." Madoka replied coldly. "Remember the Labyrinth?"

Homura gazed up at the grey ceiling, grinning crazily. "Of course I do, Madoka-chan! It was the best thing I ever did! You were so happy! So was I! Why'd you have to ruin it? It was a perfect world! It was our perfect world."

"It was disgusting and delusional." Madoka spat, venom seeping into her voice. It was evident she was getting angry. "And you know it."

"Aw, don't make it sound that way." The ravenette giggled. "Admit it, you were happy. We were happy. We were together. Sayaka, Mami, Kyoko, they were carefree. There was no suffering. At all. Wasn't it great? Don't you want to go back there?"

"I really would rather not."

"Too bad. I'll do it someday, for you, Madoka. I'll make sure you're happy."

Madoka sighed, the sound filling the room with the feeling of despair. "Is there no end to your madness?"

"Madness?" She giggled maniacally. "I just want you to be happy…"

"There really is no saving you, is there?" The voice received an answer of insane laughter.

"It's like you said... there really is no hope… I'm sorry." A pink light materialised.

Homura got up, discontinuing her fit. "Madoka?"

A young girl stepped out of the light. She raised her bow, and took aim.

"I love you."