setting: About 2 months after the ending of The Rebellion Story
category: Angst/ Romance
Kaname Madoka felt as though something was missing. Not the stuffed animal she won at the arcade or one of her trademark ribbons, but a... memory. Not just a simple memory but many memories... memories that had caused her to change.
Sure, walking to school with Miki Sayaka every single morning felt normal, like something she had been doing forever. But...Sakura Kyoko joining the two life-long friends on their walk to school didn't feel quite right. Madoka didn't dare to mention these feelings to anyone: her thoughts, her dreams...
her nightmares.
The nightmares that start off as a calm and peaceful dream, whereas Madoka was not a plain ordinary girl, but an infinite source of hope, tasked with purifying the despair in this world. Saving the young girl with long, silky hair the color of night, adorned with what appeared to be a headband but were actually ribbons.
The exact same ribbons that the dark and mysterious Akemi Homura had given to Madoka on her first day of school.
The moment where Homura had tied Madoka's signature pigtails with those ribbons, replacing the flashy yellow ones, was where the young girl's thoughts of memory loss had begun. Homura shedding tears onto Madoka's shoulders had felt like a normal and familiar thing between the two…. even though they had just met a few minutes earlier.
Madoka would admit to herself and her friends that she did enjoy spending time with Homura, even though her creepy demonare seemed to make the girls feel uneasy. Madoka didn't know how to explain it, but...
it felt as though it had been a life-long dream to be able to just sit and spend time with Homura each and every day without the feelings of a threat. But whenever Madoka would stare off into space, an intense look would take its form onto Homura's face. In those moments Madoka would remember when her dream took the shape of a nightmare.
Madoka would be wearing a flowing white dress, her long cherry blossom pink hair swaying around her as she descended down from the heavens to save who was apparently her dearest friend: Homura Akemi. All of a sudden, the young girl with the hair the color of night would violently grab Madoka's wrists, preventing her from purifying the questionable girl. The beacon of hope had felt as though her body had been turned into glass, so fragile and breakable that she would scream at the top of her lungs begging Homura to stop this madness...until she was ultimately silenced by the now twisted creature of darkness as she ripped Madoka out of her holy form as if she were torn rags, the other her shattering into hundreds of pieces, as the dark creature smiled. Having been satisfied at capturing the butterfly inside of her spider web.
"Are you alright, Madoka?"
Madoka jolted up from her lunch after Homura asked her question, a concerned look graced upon the taller girl's face.
"I- I'm fine, Homura-chan," Madoka responded with a light blush forming across her cheeks, "it's nothing..."
"If it were merely nothing, I wouldn't have asked you the question."
Bullseye. Homura had caught her there. Madoka wouldn't deny wondering every now and then over the possibility of Homura being able to secretly read her mind.
"It's alright. You can tell me anything, Madoka." Homura assured the short girl with a soft smile as she placed her hand atop Madoka's free one.
"Well...I don't know exactly where to start..."
"Where ever you feel best at."
Madoka nodded and began. "Homura-chan... I kinda see you in my dreams. It's just the two of us together, no one else. Oh! But it's not th-that kinda dream, I swear!"
Homura chuckled softly. Seeing Madoka flustered was a pleasing sight indeed.
"I'm in a white dress, kinda like a princess, you're wearing the ribbons you gave me, and we're both in the desert I think..."
Homura's smile vanished and in its place was fear. She knew exactly what Madoka was speaking of. But the question was how?
"Madoka's starting to remember what happened right before I turned her back into a human, how is this even possible?"
"Homura-chan, I don't know why I would dream this..."
"She's eventually going to remember what you did to her," the voice inside Homura's mind taunted with delight.
"But I know that you would never hurt me."
Homura's demon fuchsia eyes quickly shifted back to their usual human violet color, after hearing Madoka's statement. "You think that I would never hurt you?", Homura asked, her tone very dark.
Madoka shook her head. "Nope! I mean you're always nice to me, we eat lunch together every day, you help me with my classwork, and..."
Madoka shyly looked up at Homura before confessing, "I don't know why, but being able to just be by you feels like something I've wanted for a long time..."
Homura felt her normaly ghostly colored cheeks turn pink, obviously touched by her beloved's confession.
Meanwhile, Madoka's face was as red as a tomato as she spazzed out. "I'm sorry, Homura-chan! That sounded so weird, didn't it?"
Homura laughed softly right before wrapping her arms around Madoka and resting her head on her shoulder. "That's not weird at all," she whispered into Madoka's ear, "I'm touched by the fact that you think that."
Before Madoka knew it, Homura had pressed her lips against Madoka's warm cheek, making the girl's heart flutter as if there were no tomorrow. Before Madoka could do or say anything, the bell rang.
"Aw, darn...", Madoka sighed disappointed as the two girl's threw their trash away before heading back to their classroom.
"Were you wishing for more?" Homura teased mischievously while holding her hand out to Madoka, which the latter accepted.
The blush covering Madoka's face gave the answer. "Could we continue that after school?", she asked shyly.
The demon blushed brightly as she struggled to nod a mere "Yes" to the former-goddess-now-human girl's bold question.