Delusional

So this is kind-of-not-really inspired by the song "A Demon's Fate" by WithinTemptation and the fanfic "The Demon Within"- however it's definitely going to be different you'll see :). Also this is different from the PMMM TV series, it basically takes a different turn.

Note: by the time some of you might read this, the fanfic "A Demon's Fate" is probably going to be deleted because the author lost all inspiration for it

[Not a songfic(first actual fanfic that's not a oneshot or twoshot. But may actually contain a song somewhere along the chapters)]

Pairings: Hints of Homura X Madoka and slight Gretchen X Homura

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot

Enjoy~ :)

tap tap tap

The tapping of the heels on shoes echoed through the poorly lit hallway. Ancient and elaborate paintings lined the darkened walls. A shadowy figure stopped walking for a moment to gaze at a particular picture. The painting consisted of a fairly young woman dressed in a elaborate dress. The figure was reminded of an onion because the skirt was big and puffy but had resounding folds and layers, like an onion.

The dress was very stunning, however the most distinct feature of the picture, or rather the woman, was the magenta eyes that seemed to bore into one's soul. The eyes did not have a "kind" or "soft" look, no, it was more of a sadistic and deranged glint.

Her nasty looking smile did not help the dark feel of the figure. The filter and the theme of painting seemed to be "dark".

Turning away from the depressing painting, the shadowy figure continued down the winding hall. Was it twisty and winding when she first came in? The figure did not think so but ignored it and continued on.

Finally, after ages of continuously walking down the maze-like halls, the figure reached a creepy and gothic looking door, as far as doors go. It opened by itself and the figure, as if knowing what was going to happen, walked leisurely in.

Once the door shut everything turned to black, then suddenly a familiar voice was speaking. It was as if the voice was whispering right into an ear.

"Everyone…"

It was yearning.

"I have to save everyone"

It sounded desperate.

"I think… someone is calling my name.."

It was now crying.

"Where is she? I see everyone else but her! WHERE IS SHE?!"

It started muttering incoherently.

"Wait… wait for me… Homu-

Gasping awake, Kaname Madoka shot up straight from her warm, cozy bed; looking frantically around. she realized she was safe, at home in her bed and she slowly started to relax.

"Haah…? What is all just a dream?" she muttered sleepily, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest.

Shaking her head as if to clear her clouded thoughts, she slowly got out of bed and started to get ready for school.

Madoka's bathroom is a modern style and open spaced. It consisted of two sinks connected by one slab of granite, a tub in the far corner, a shower stall next to it, and a pristine american style toilet in the other corner. She was currently brushing her teeth with her mother, Kaname Junko.

"So what's the latest gossip?" Junko asked her daughter around the tooth brush.

Madoka answered the same way," Hitomi-chan got another love letter, again.. That's the third one this month!"

Why don't I ever get love letters?

"Guys who don't have the guts to confess in a person are worthless." Junko muttered in a matter of fact way.

Madoka and her okaa-san both gurgled and spat out the remaining toothpaste simultaneously. Junko put her toothbrush back where the rest were before asking, "And how's Kazuko?"

"It's looks like her new relationship's still going strong, especially after the last one… She's always talking about her new boyfriend during homeroom.." Madoka muttered embarrassedly for her sensei, "This week marks their four-month anniversary, and that's a new record!"

How I wish I had a relationship…

"We'll see how it works out. This is a tricky time for them." Junko advised knowingly while drying and combing her hair.

"Is that so?" Madoka answered blindly, having just splashed water on her face and reached for a towel.

Such a tricky time.

Seeing that she was having a hard time, Junk pushed the towel towards her daughter, "If he's not 'the one', then they'll start having some problems soon. If they can get through that, they should be good for the first year."

"I see…" Madoka answered while wiping her face with the towel.

Finishing the last touch ups to her makeup, Junko posed and exclaimed, "All done~!" while imaginary sparkles surrounded her womanly figure.

"Hmm… which ribbons should I wear?" Madoka asked holding two colored ribbons in her hands. One was red in her right hand, the other was a Magenta color in her left. Junko pointed to the one in her left hand.

"Ehhh? You think? Aren't they too flashy?" Madoka stuttered skeptically.

Hmmm, maybe flashy would be a nice change…

"They're supposed to be flashy, we women must always look our best in public." Junko said. When Madoka tied them into her pink hair, Junko exclaimed, "Perfect! Now all your secret admirers would fall heads of heels for you~!"

"Y-You know I don't have any.." Madoka muttered, a slight bitter undertone to her words.

Don't joke like that..

"Well, you need to act like you do. That's the secret to being pretty!" Junko smirked at her daughter and walked away to breakfast.

Knowing her mother had left, Madoka stared at herself in the mirror. A deep frown adorned her face. Magenta eyes stared coldly back at her.

Magenta..?

Madoka blinked, all she saw in the mirror was her usual pink irises.

The weather was perfectly fine. Students, who walking to school, were chattering. The birds were singing. The bees were buzzing. And Kaname Madoka was talking to a voice in her head.

She didn't usually speak to voices in her head, except for maybe kyuubey occasionally but kyuubey was a solid being she could actually see. Madoka could not find the source of the voice. What she did know, was that it claimed to be herself.

Apparently the voice in Madoka's head was simply just Madoka talking to herself. But the voice has a completely different personality and feel.

It wasn't always like this. In fact the voice only ever spoke to her once. And it had all started when Akemi Homura, the new transfer student, transferred in her class.

Homura-chan, as Madoka liked to call her, was a quiet and mysterious girl. She was the ace of the grade, or rather school in fact. Always scoring perfection on exams and tests/quizzes. She excelled in physical activities, and was the perfect person to go for if you needed advice. Anything really, from what to say to a lover to family problems.

It was like she was the perfect girl imaginable.

But something was slightly off about Homura-chan. Her smiles, well they seemed forced. Her laughs too, if she ever laughed. It was very rare. She always had a strained look, and her posture stiff, not relaxed or even 'cool' as she had expected. Her tone was always a matter fact or cold. The girl lived on logic and common sense.

Madoka had never seen her hang out with anyone. Seemingly to always walk around the halls alone. Once she could have sworn she saw Homura-chan close to tears. Which also happened to be the time when the voice started speaking to Madoka.

It was during break, Homura-chan had come up to Madoka and had requested her to take her to the nurse. At first Madoka was confused as to why Homura would ask her. Sayaka had acted like the protective friend she was, started getting ready to charge but Madoka stopped her and asked how would Homura-chan know. Homura answered in a slightly cold and forced way, she was the health representative in the class, Saotome Sensei had told her. Madoka has agreed and lead her out of the classroom.

Homura-chan walked with confidence, but stiffly. She easily took over Madoka as she walked with caution and shyness.

"It's like you already know the way, eheh.." Madoka said shyly.

Homura-chan's shoulders tensed.

"Ne, could I call you Homura-chan" Madoka had asked.

Homura-chan's fists were curled tightly.

"N-Ne, your name sounds kind of cool…" Madoka muttered shyly. For some unknown reason, her heart was beating really fast, but not out of fear.

Out of nowhere, Homura-chan turned on her heels stiffly.

"Madoka, do you honestly value your own life? Do you treasure your friends and family? You must never succumb to something that you are not, if you do, you will lose all that you treasure the most." Homura-chan had stated darkly.

In that single moment, the voice had appeared.

Kaname Madoka, you should treasure your friends more dearly. Otherwise they might disappear.

Ehh?! Who's speaking?!

Just a voice in your head. Nothing less, nothing more.

W-What?

The voice did not speak again.

When she moved to respond to Homura-chan's confusing warning, she found that she had already walked away. Madoka let her hand fall limply to her side, a confused and worried frown graced her lips.

Ne, Madoka? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to drown in your despair or sorrow?

E-Eh..? Erm.. n-not really..

Heh.. You're lying, but I guess it doesn't really matter.

Uh-hm..

You must think you're delusional don't you? I mean, I've only ever spoken to you once. And I claim to be you Madoka. I am you, but you don't believe me do you? You're wondering how I know what you're thinking. We are one and the same M-a-d-o-k-a~ And that is all.

V-Voice..? How did you become like this? Why are you like this. Have you ever wondered what it was like to drown in sorrow? Why think such depressing thoughts?

No.

No?

I have never thought about drowning in my own sorrow. I have drowned in my own sorrow.

Eh-eh.. uhm..

The voice did not speak to her again.

Maybe I really am delusional…