Disclaimer: Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica and all the characters appearing in this text are property of studio Shaft. This text is completely fan-made and written solely for the purpose of entertainment. I do not benefit in any financial way for writing or publishing it.
Warnings: Focuses on death. No graphic descriptions of violence or injuries.
Summary: Every person thinks differently of death, as they do of everything. Magical Girls are no exception. Presenting five ways of how they might see it.
A/N: So, starting with a not-very-happy story just before Christmas. I apologize for the improper use (or lack) of commas and word order, but those are mostly intentional. Please let me know if you think the rating is completely wrong, or if there are some inexcusable mistakes with the spelling - or the word order, so much that it distracts the reading.
Five drabbles, one chapter for each of them. The order is Madoka, Mami, Sayaka, Kyoko, Homura. Timelines change between drabbles, so watch out for that.
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Madoka
Clock is stealing the time away at six am.
Madoka's morning consists of serenity, serenity that resides as well in the air as in the mind, hushed steps on the floor of the corridor as she walks past dad's little garden and Tatsuya's room and bathroom and kitchen, and of tingly enthusiasm in the depth of her stomach, as if something significant is going to happen.
Death comes in broken skies and the wheels of a carelessly driven car. The furry dark one crushes under this cruelty and the girl is hurting even though the death doesn't touch her own self. Death is hurried steps and an immobile corpse of a feline in her lap as she stumbles and falls on the lawn. In death, there is a wistful wish and a voice that asks: "Do you want to save her, Madoka Kaname?"
She raises her head. She is met by eyes of the shade of cherry, gazing at her from the face of a being so bizarre she's never seen anything like it. Madoka doesn't hesitate for a second. Life is always worth protecting.
A penetrating pain slashes through her, it changes and becomes a gem and she grasps it with her hand, and the eyes of the one lying on her chest open and give her a glance that is so, so alive.
Beginning of death, yet not the end of life.