A/N: Hi there! Truthiness here. Finally got on to doing another story. This one I'm pretty excited about. Basically, it's HomuSaya (with some KyouMado on the side) AGAIN lol, so if you don't really care for them because they aren't MadoHomu and KyouSaya, you probably don't want to read this fic. Just a fair warning. And of course you should probably click the back arrow if you don't like yuri, but I don't really need to remind you of that, do I? There's a whole story behind me wanting to write this fanfic which I'll skip until I do another author's note in future chapters, or just avoid altogether. So without further ado, I present to you Trust Shall Mend a Broken Heart. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Puella Magi Madoka Magica or any of its characters and franchise subsidiaries. They belong to the brilliant minds that make up Magica Quartet and Shaft/NitroPlus/Aniplex. So don't sue please!


Trust Shall Mend a Broken Heart

Chapter 1: Confrontation

They were in a cold, dark and abandoned building. Well, it wasn't actually abandoned, but it was late at night and no one else was there. The only people crazy enough to be there were two very broken magical girls, one with blue hair and the other with black hair. And one of them was in the process of killing the other.

Homura pointed her hand at Sayaka's despondent face, as her purple diamond soul gem on her palm illuminated with raw power. She was about to kill Sayaka Miki, the best friend of Madoka, and the only girl in all of the timelines she had ever endured that she could not stop from contracting and/or becoming a witch. She knew she was going crazy, Madoka would never forgive her for what she was about to do to the bluenette. But at this point, she too, had lost all hope in saving herself or the blue-haired knight falling into her own grave, so it didn't matter if Madoka disapproved. 'So long as she's alive,' Homura told herself.

"Sayaka Miki. Your suffering as a magical girl is causing your Soul Gem to become very unclean. If you do not purify it, you are going to die. Take this Grief Seed and save yourself."

Sayaka did not look at her when she said this. To Sayaka, the transfer student's attitude made her rage. She did not understand how someone so cold and vile could be a magical girl, or even human for that matter. "But we're not human anymore," she reminded herself. She wanted to know why Homura was like that, though. While she really disliked her, she would be lying to herself if she wasn't curious about the transfer student. She wondered if she, like Kyouko, had something to hide from everyone, which distorted their sense of love and justice.

"I am a magical girl. My only path in life is to fight witches. If I am unable to do this one task and be forced to die, then so be it. Another magical girl will take my place. Why do you care what happens to me anyway, transfer student?"

Homura took a second to herself before answering the bluenette knight. Why should she care what happened to Miki Sayaka? She had killed her plenty of times, most often as Oktavia. And even while both of them were Madoka's best friends, Sayaka was always cruel to her, even when she wasn't dying or not believing her when she told all of them the truth. Was it jealousy? Was it because she ended up bringing about the end of Kyouko, who cared too much for her to want her to suffer alone? Homura looked up to Kyouko just as she did Madoka. She hated it when Sayaka wouldn't listen to Kyouko, solely because Homura thought of herself as the 'good' student. Only Kyouko talked to Homura about her past with Mami, never to Sayaka or Madoka. And Homura never tried to talk to anyone but Madoka or Kyouko about their fate. So why did she care what happened to the bluenette? Why did it hurt every time she distanced herself from her or tried to make her hate her or failed to make her contract? Why did it hurt her when Sayaka suffered no matter how many times she tried to deny it, especially when she was neither Madoka nor Kyouko?

"You do realize that your refusing my help will not work out in your favor. You are only causing more pain for Madoka. And that is unforgiveable."

"This is all…for Madoka?" Sayaka asked. She knew that Homura had been stalking and keeping track of Madoka almost 24/7. She honestly found it to be kind of creepy. But she wasn't entirely sure if Homura was trying to hurt Madoka or protect her. Sometimes she ended up doing both. The truth is, she did want to know why the transfer student paid attention to her pinkette best friend so much. Now Homura was telling her what she wanted to know. But she probably wouldn't like the answer that came out of her mouth next.

"The truth is that you're right. I don't give a damn what happens to you. All I know is that if you continue to make Madoka suffer or get in my way of preventing such things, I will...kill you…right…here and now…S-Sayaka M-Miki."

Wait. Why was she stuttering? What warranted this response? She wasn't that girl anymore. 'It shouldn't be any different than last time,' she assured herself. She killed Sayaka multiple times, and never felt anything. So why was her hand trembling here and now, even when she had so boldly stated to the other girl that she would end her tonight, no matter what Kyouko or Madoka said about it?

She didn't have time to think about this, as all of a sudden Homura flashed back to a distant timeline, one where Sayaka transformed after having been in love with Hitomi, hating Kyousuke for getting her instead, having been mean to Homura and jealous of her friendship with Madoka and finally, the finishing blow, the one that made Mami go insane and Madoka initiate the promise between them before she became beyond saving; where she killed the other girl as the witch Oktavia for the very first time, only uttering a small sad apology as she threw her bombs at her.

And at this moment, is when Homura felt her hand freeze, and her heart stop. She started losing control of her body, as she fell to the floor where Sayaka was, reeling in agony as she could barely breathe and felt like she was being crushed between two boulders of steel and hot metal. The pain was absolutely unbearable, and Homura knew exactly what it was.

For some inexplicable reason, her congenital heart defect, the cursed arrhythmia that crippled her before she became a magical girl, that made her hate every fiber of her being until Madoka had come into her life and given her something worth existing for; it had returned. And it was at this moment that Homura realized the only person who had the power to save her was sitting right in front of her, waiting to die by the time traveler's hands. So all she could do was cry.


A/N: Well that went better than expected. I had to do some research on medical information regarding what Homura's condition is (or what it might be in real world terms since nothing is confirmed other than the implication of her having a juvenile form of arrhythmia). I'll try to have the next chapter out as soon as possible, since I pretty much know where this fic will go from start to finish. Please feel free to leave some comments and criticisms in your reviews. Any mutual fanboying/fangirling over best girls and best pairing (I kid, I kid, but I do love them lots, just as much if not more than MadoHomu and KyouSaya, such blasphemy I knoes :P) is much appreciated as well. Later!