I don't own anything...otherwise, I wouldn't be here writing fan-fiction, I'd be somewhere else making money.
If you have problems with yuri...this shouldn't bother you too much (yet).
So you know, the page breaks signify a switch between point of view. Present/future Homura's and present/future Madoka's. starting with Homura's of course. The italics are thoughts. The italic/underline are projected thoughts (usually how Kyubey and the Magical Girls can communicate without speaking)
Present
"Homura-chan...have we met before...? You and I...?"
"...Madoka...we..."
Why? Why can't I say this...?
"I...have to find Sayaka..."
Baka-na...can't you see? That worthless girl was always beyond saving!
Can't I...save you...?
Future
I walked, each step deliberate, my pace silent and swift, taking in the distinct sights, sounds, and smells characteristic of this hell.
The air, heavy with smoke and thickened by ash, burned my eyes and throat; but I'd sooner die than shed a tear, or cough because of it.
Die... My lips pursed ever so slightly, and my eyes squinted as they began to glisten, though surely this was imperceptible to any observer.
I acknowledged that fear, and quickly pushed the thought away. There's no time left to agonize over what-if's and should-have's...
Careful not to stumble over rubble or remains, I made my way to the clock tower - certain that there I would find what I'd been searching for.
Present
She was walking away...again. I crumpled to the ground in despair - the only surface still around that could support me while my heart's walls crumbled as they caved in.
Fuck everything about this...she's beyond saving as well. She's hopelessly compassionate, obstinately naive...and once that changes, its all over...I...
Have you given up on your childish resolve so soon? Do you finally see the foolishness of ever thinking that wish could truly be fulfilled, Akemi-san? I'm relieved...and pleased.
I stood, nonchalantly regarding the oddly cute monster I swear I just blasted full of holes as it returned to the scene unharmed, and ate its ruined replacement body, as if this was a commonplace occurrence, and a minor inconvenience.
Hn, You aren't from this timeline, are you...?
Future
I reached out for the door knob, but stopped dead in my tracks, just short of touching it.
My blood ran cold; I shivered and shuddered as chills raced up and down my spine.
What the fuck is behind this door...? I thought, suddenly terrified, my usual calm demeanor replaced with unease.
A scream...cut short. A sickening thud.
My eyes widened, pupils dilated... my mind instantly recognizing the screamer's voice as belonging to someone dear, despite never having heard her scream like that before...never in such utter misery.
My desperate lunge obliterated the door. I flew into the room without a second thought. Under any other circumstance, I would have disguised my presence, and looked through the walls into the room before entering.
I was frozen in midair, hovering over some shattered bookcase.
I didn't take in my surroundings as I usually do...I didn't notice the freshly spilled blood staining the formerly off-white walls, ceiling and floor, signifying that this brutality had been going on for quite a while before my arrival. Similarly, I was not conscious of the maniacal laughter filling the room, or that I was being addressed.
"Waaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Welcome, Kaname-san! Make yourself at home! I knew you'd be coming, intending to kill me or die here, so I thought having her present would make you more comfortable at your end. I see why you've taken a liking to her; she's made quite the entertaining guest in your absence. What do you think? Am I a good hostess?" A tendril of darkness gently wrapped around Homura's waist, and flung her across the room into a wall.
I was still paralyzed with shock...somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that my guard was down, that the witch could have killed me ten thousand times over and that I wouldn't have resisted. I knew that the way the witch said "her" should have made my blood boil. That everything about this situation should have made me spring into action.
Mouth gaping, I stared at the nearly motionless form lying on the floor. She looked like a fallen angel - bruised...beaten...bloody...tattered and torn, but still graceful. Still dignified, and beautiful.
I found her eyes, open and searching mine. Her anguished expression bringing forth unspeakable hatred and life back into my body.
"Ma...doka...ch-ch-chan..." she breathed. Her lips parted as she struggled to speak more... Don't...please... She pleaded in her thoughts.
Tears mixed with blood crept down her face.
The air pressure in the room increased exponentially with my rage.
That's chapter 1 for you! Review, please, but be gentle, I'm new at this.
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