First of all, I DO NOT own Naruto or Puella Magi Madika Magica in any way, shape or form. All rights go to their owners. I do own Yumiko though, she is my OC. CHAPTER 1
I could feel the cold, the icy chill seeping through the tiniest of cracks, telling me winter was here. I used to enjoy winter, like any other happy family out there, making snowmen and snow angels until we couldn't feel our hands anymore. Mother used to always tell us to wear gloves, but we'd never listen. We always ended up needing to have a bath afterwards, before our fingers would freeze. Snow brung us joy, happiness. But it was a day like today when I had lost all that. I've hated snow ever since, being the reason my loved ones are dead and my childish needs replaced with chains and pain. I don't remember when I last saw the sun or moon in its full glory, but I knew I would soon. I'd be free. I pressed my hand onto the smooth concrete walls, feeling every flaw, every crack. They were already there long before I was here, no one paying attention to them, like me. I was forgotten too, everyone had probably forgotten of my existence, no proof that I had even walked on the face of the earth. I heard the familiar sound of feet walking over snow, loud crunches of boots crushing ice. I heard the incoherent cursing of the drunks that frequently passed by, scaring me, hoping they wouldn't barge through the wall. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. Though as the time passed, I began to feel somewhat safe again. I was sure that they had left. As the patterned white flakes slowly drifted in from the outside world, a shallow puddle formed, drowning the bugs in its path. I stared into the icy puddle, at my own reflection. My dark scarlet eyes portrayed almost no emotion. Looking at me you wouldn't be able to tell what I was feeling, but I had always been like that. I stared at the small scar next to my eye, from being kicked across the room into a table. The last time Master wanted me was long ago, because I'm useless to him now. The last time I had been feed was three days ago, but I'm not hungry. Hunger is nothing to me, it's just something that gets in my path of thoughts. But I am thirsty, they forgot to give me my daily water yesterday. It's nothing new though, they forget often. The chipped wooden door opened slightly, and a small glass was placed into the room. As soon as they closed the door, I drank the liquid quickly, not caring what it was. I was glad to know it was just water, uncontaminated at that. Today was going pretty good, although food would be nice. Feeding day is tomorrow, but that doesn't bother me. I continue to sit there, and begin to look over at myself. My once tanned skin had paled to a sickly white, covered only by a tattered cloth. I can see my ribs jutting out from the sides of my stomach, and my hands are barely more than a skeleton. I have long, overgrown dark hair that rolls down my back, tangled. I have nothing on my feet, they are blistered badly from walking on the rough concrete. A soft laugh made me look up, and I screamed. Two empty eye sockets stare at me, from a body I've known all my life, although her body's twisted, broken and deformed, I still recognise her.
She smiles, blood dripping from her mouth, and she speaks.
"Why did you leave me there to die, Yumiko?"