A/N: So, last night I decided to give myself a little challenge that I would complete today; I posted about it then on my Tumblr, but to recap, I chose three of my fandoms, set my playlist to shuffle, and assigned these fandoms to the first three songs that came up (I could not choose which song went to which fandom; if I picked Sailor Moon first, for example, then the first song has to go to Sailor Moon). The next day, I would write a mini fic no shorter than 300 words yet no longer than 500 words inspired by the song.
This third and final fic (final for now, at least) uses "Never Enough" by Epica. I worry that I made a Homura a bit too angry here, but other than that, I have to say I'm very happy with how this turned out!)
No matter the situation, no matter how much Homura would clench her teeth and threaten Kyubey's life, the Incubator's expression never changed from its soulless, doll-like form.
Perhaps what angered Homura more than anything else was the fact that she knew her threats were empty. She tried to kill Kyubey before to get him away from Madoka, but to no avail; destroying his body could never take his life, and he seemed to have an infinite amount of "backup" bodies he would take over. Like the worm that he was, no matter how many times Homura tried to cut him down, he would simply regenerate as if nothing were more ordinary for him.
She learned this long ago, but still occasionally tried to "kill" Kyubey if she needed to slow him down for one reason or another. Of course, even this failed to faze him. It was as if Kyubey predicted every movement that Homura made and worked around them to ensure that he would become closer and closer to Madoka until he could finally convince her to become a magical girl.
Maybe he could predict everything Homura was about to do. Maybe that was why every timeline ended in the same way, no matter how many times she tried to reset the clock.
Maybe that was why Kyubey retained his empty expression even as she began to scream only inches away from his face.
"You think you can just use us! We're just toys to you Incubators, aren't we?!" Homura very rarely raised her voice to anyone; normally, her anger took the form of an ice-like aura rather than a fiery explosion. But when the past few nights had just been spent sleepless, guarding Madoka's bedroom window on the lookout for when the white, fox-like Incubator would once again try to coerce Madoka into forming a contract with him, her cool mask melted to unveil boiling rage. "And Madoka's just another pawn for you to use in your little game, isn't she?"
Kyubey sighed – or, at least, made a noise that could have been interpreted as a sigh. "We've been through this before; I still don't see why I need to explain it to you again. Madoka has enormous potential as a magical girl; far more than even I've ever seen. If she contracts with me, she could eventually produce nearly enough energy to—"
"But it still wouldn't be good enough for you, would it?" Homura's violet eyes blazed above the dark circles that had formed below them. "It would never be enough."
"Well, truthfully, we would still need more—"
Homura briskly turned away from Kyubey and flung herself onto her bed. We would still need more; that was all she needed to hear.
She didn't know why she even tried to save Madoka anymore. Her efforts were fruitless each time; Kyubey would get his way no matter what she did.
On the side-table next to Homura's bed, her purple Soul Gem slowly became shrouded in black.