A/N:Now, it's time to create a brand-new sort of crossover-a Madoka and DRRR crossover fanfic. I hope you all enjoy seeing the puella magis interacting with the DRRR cast. It should be fun to explore Ikebukuro again with some interesting peeps. And seeing as I already have a Magi, Harry Potter, PH, and DC crossover with DRRRR and FMA, one can safely say that DRRR is extremely crossover friendly. :d Main character is a certain red-headed puella magi. Hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review, add to favorites, or communities, or follow, if you think it's anything decent. Chapter titles are in latin, peeps! All right, you're all my baes, so let's sit back and dive down into this! Title means: add a little to a little and there will be a great heap!

Chapter 1 adde parvum parvo magnus acervus erit

It all started out as a fairly ordinary day for the busy ward of Ikebukuro. And ordinary was really, really stretching it for the people of Ikebukuro, considering that there were crazy people like Shizuo Heiwajima, the Headless Rider, and Izaya Orihara all wandering about doing crazy things, but in a crazy city, you could almost pass for normal.

A certain otaku was sitting outside, reading a nice manga, one of which Walker was looking very distasteful at. Surprisingly, it wasn't a yaoi manga. It was just a nice, special manga with lots of cute animal mascots, villains to fight with the power of love and friendship, and...

"Why are you reading that again?" Walker said in horror, eying the book's colorful pages and designs like it was something out of a horror movie. The wide-eyed anime girls on the front all looked sweet and innocent.

Erika looked at him as though he were nuts. "Are you serious? Yumacchi, this isn't Sailor Moon I'm reading. It's different from all the other magical girl series."

Walker's face fell. "Um...which one is it?"

"Seriously, it's the Evangelion of Magical Girl anime. It's Puella Magi Madoka Magica! This one here is Kyouko-"

"Oi, why does that girl on the cover look like me?"

Erika's mouth fell open at the sight of the red-headed girl before her, who looked exactly like the one on the cover. "Are...you...a cosplayer?" She said, noting how the girl was nonchalantly eating a pocky stick with one hand.

"...What the hell's that? I don't know what yer talkin' about, and frankly I don't wanna know. I'm gonna be late for this 'school' place, so if ya don't mind me, I'm leavin," She said, turning on her heel and wandering away.

"Did you see that, Dota-chin? She even TALKED LIKE SAKURA KYOUKO! WHAT IF IT IS HER?" Erika squealed.

"Magical girls aren't real," Dotachin said, which brought an end to that argument.

However, another argument arose a few moments later about what kind of cosplayer that girl was, how versed she was in the ways of the Madoka verse, and what kinds of materials she might have used to get everything down just right. Then both Saburo and Dotachin had to shush Erika to get her to stop her frantic attempts to break down the door and try to catch another glimpse of the 'real' Sakura Kyouko.

Kyouko frowned upon realizing she wasn't alone. There was another with her, a very familiar dark-haired girl with purple eyes who were silently surveying her, analyzing her every movement, as if assessing her worth. Frowning, the redhead turned around to face her adversary.

"What are you doing here, hm? Are ya gonna ruin my rep around here? I just got here. Stop stalkin' me." She spat in annoyance, oblivious to the curious stares of those around, including one of a certain informant, who was watching the redhead with growing interest. It wasn't often that you saw a person with pure red eyes and red hair, after all.

"I am not doing any of those things. Keep a cool head and then we can figure this out. I do not know where this Ikebukuro place is, but we are most definitely not in Mitakihara province," Homura said darkly, her hand on her hip. Her eyes flickered over to the interested informant, who was now smirking. She shot him a frosty stare and instantly he paled, sensing the danger rising from the girl. "We must cease our arguing at once, for we are not alone. Sakura Kyouko, I advise you to keep a guard on your temper while you are here. Do not fail."

"Oh, I won't..." Kyouko remarked, snapping her pocky stick in two, and as Homura left, she whispered, "I won't let those two idiots get in my way, either. Sayaka and her stupid friend won't be interferin' this time, either. Now where the hell is that damned Kyubey? I need answers..." She remarked, before heading into an alleyway, transforming and then jumping up onto rooftops, unseen by anyone except a certain headless rider, who paused for a few moments on her motor bike to survey the scene.

'...An alien?' Celty thought to herself. 'Aliens...are...here? I must warn Shinra!' She thought, screaming inside her mind, and Shooter went along with her, neighing. However, she thought she noticed the alien's eyes narrow as she saw her and registered the faint scent of something...inhuman. A second later, a spear was pointed at her motorbike.

Celty froze. The girl from before was standing before her, her red eyes full of hostility. Definitely she wasn't human. But what was she and how come no one else could see her? Her smoke rose under her helmet.

"...Tell me somethin', what are ya? You ain't a human, but you're not a witch. What are ya?" The redhead said, swinging her spear around casually in both hands, as though it wasn't a weapon of mass destruction that could potentially kill or hurt someone.

Celty whipped out her iphone and typed quickly, her fingers speeding over the keys. She didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of her. 'I'm...a dullahan. I have no head. The name's Celty. What is your name and how can you tell I'm inhuman? What are you?'

The redhead blinked as she read over those words, and then she did the most unlikely thing possible: she whipped out a bag of chips, popped them open, reached in and pulled out one and then offered it to her. "Want some? You're not a witch. I'm what's known as a Magical Girl. Don't go tellin' anyone else now."

'I can't eat food,' Celty wrote out. The redhead's mouth fell open one hundred feet.

"...Not eatin' is the worst thing in the world. I can't picture anythin' more awful. Sorry ta hear that. The name's Kyouko. Sakura Kyouko. I've got a 'school' thingy to go to. Catch ya later," She said, turning and striding off.

'School?' Celty thought to herself, 'She goes to school? What's going on here?'

Mikado Ryuugamine was an ordinary boy with a not-so-ordinary secret: he was a young boy who dreamed of the extraordinary, which was why he formed a gang called the Dollars. Not that was really known to anyone except him, Celty the Headless Rider, (who was actually a very nice person), and of course, Izaya, but that was a story for another day. Today was just a gorgeous, sunny day outside, and he was walking with his best friend, Masaomi Kida, who was discussing all the women he was interested in getting. Mikado, however was not very interested in that, so he preferred to ignore him and instead daydream.

"Hey, Masaomi...are you ever gonna talk about anything other than the women you like?"

"What are you talking about, Mikado? That's pretty much the joy of being a man, you know!" Kida said, his golden eyes gleaming in delight as he thought of all the women he would meet and fall in love with. "None of them would ever want to serenade you when you come across like that. Oh, come on, I'm sure there're some magical girls out there, like in Sailor Moon, who will come down and woo me and then all will be well."

"Magical girls aren't real, Masaomi. Face it, it's just fiction. The only way any girls would ever be interested in you is if-huh?"

Mikado's eyes widened then, as he paused. He tilted his head upward and rubbed his eyes at what he saw, because what was there seemed impossible. There was a girl standing there, a girl up on the roof. She had long red hair tied back in a black braid, sitting there, casually eating and talking to some kind of cat-like creature, with red eyes. She was talking to it.

"Masaomi, do you see that girl over there? She's standing on the railing and it's almost like she's flying," Mikado said.

Masaomi turned over to study him. "I don't see anything over there, Mikado. You must be delusional or something."

"I don't know...I'm pretty sure I saw someone up there," Mikado whimpered.

"C'mon, don't be a chicken. Let's head up to the roof for lunch."

"But, Masaomi, what if the evil girl comes down and tries to take us to Mars?" Mikado wailed.

"Silly, that stuff doesn't happen." Masaomi said, "I've heard there are going to be some new transfer students in today."

"Transfer students?" Mikado questioned.

"I heard they're all a bunch of beautiful girls, I wonder what they're like-"

"You just want to get into their pants, don't you?" Mikado remarked.

"Nonsense, I'm just a charmer by spirit, it doesn't necessarily mean I wanna do it with every girl I see." Kida said.

'Yeah, right,' Mikado thought, and as they sat down to eat, Mikado seemed to focus on Masaomi. For some reason, his friend was acting strangely lately. And he wanted to know why.

'I don't understand why you picked this school,' The white fox said, its tail moving back and forth, its eyes gleaming, 'Why would you bother to do something this stupid, anyway? These humans are all so boring.'

"Think about it this way." The redhead beside him said, chewing food. "You get to make more contracts with someone like me while yer at school, right? The other girl'll just kill ya if yer a threat to her love. She probably won't do anythin' because of the fact that that crybaby and her other friend are here."

'You mean Sayaka? You've taken an interest in her, haven't you, Kyouko?' Kyubey said, turning his head ever so slightly.

"It's not like that, she's just a naive brat, that's all." Kyouko said in annoyance, "All I need to do is keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't do anything wrong. Hmm?" Kyouko's attention was suddenly turned to something else.

"Masaomi, I need to use the bathroom! Do you mind watching my lunch for me?" Mikado cried.

"Sure!" Masaomi said, 'Mikado sure has been acting strange lately,' He thought. His eyes widened then as Anri came up on the roof and he started flirting with her, unaware of the other person on the roof with them.

"Masaomi, my lunch is gone. I can't find it anywhere!" Mikado said.

"Are you sure?" Masaomi said. "Did you look everywhere?"

"I looked over here and on the other side, and I still can't find it!" Mikado whined, his eyes filling up with tears.

"...Are you sure you didn't just lose it...Mikado?"

"No, I didn't, I'm sure I put it here somewhere-"

"Is this your lunch?" A new voice said. Mikado lifted his head up to see the person.

"Yes, thank-"

His eyes widened at the sight of the girl before him. It was the exact same girl he'd seen on the railing. She was eating his lunch; she had eaten half of his sandwich.

"M-Monster, how dare you eat my lunch!" Mikado cried.

"Why did I eat your lunch? I was hungry, that's all," The girl stated, licking her fingers clean of any jelly or peanut butter.

'Dude, did she just do that in front of us?' Masaomi thought in bewilderment.

"My name's Sakura Kyouko. What's your name, bonkura?" Kyouko stated, in boredom.

"Y-You were up on the roof, weren't you? You were f-flying around!" Mikado cried, pointing at her.

"What are you talking about?" Kyouko said, "I never did anything in the slightest. And besides, if you did see, you would've been dead, don't you think? If ya saw somethin' streaking across the night sky on a broomstick, like a wit-" Her face turned serious then. "Whatever."

"Mikado, you're one step ahead of me!" Kida said, "My name's Masaomi Kida and-"

"I ain't interested." Kyouko said. "My name is all you really need to know, so talk to ya later, maybe."

"Come have lunch with us!" Kida said.

Kyouko said nothing for a few moments, but then a strange look crossed her face. "As a matter of fact, I'd be willin' to take ya up on that. Actually, I'm one of the other transfer students. There are three of us here."

"So, how old are you?" Kida asked.

"Sixteen. I fail to see how any of that's yer business," Kyouko said. "Oh, if it isn't her..."

Before Kida could react, a tall dark-haired beauty approached them.

"Sakura Kyouko, it is time," She said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Kyouko said, finishing the last of poor Mikado's sandwich.

"Didn't I tell you to not draw attention?" Homura said coldly.

"Masaomi, don't you think they're like aliens?"

"They're angels," Kida muttered.