It is close to mid night. The moon hangs high above the sky as it spills light across the quiet residential district. Everybody is fast asleep, their rooms devoid of any light.

Well, every apartment apart from one.

In front of a flickering computer screen sits a tearful young man about 18 years old. He's sniffling. His eyes were red, puffy from crying. Tissues strewn around the desk, soaked in tears. The flickering computer screen is playing the end credits of Puella Magi Madoka Magica, a totally family friendly magical girl anime where there are sun shines and rainbows everywhere, as described by his friend.

Turns out that is a big lie. BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN BALLING HIS EYES OUT!

"Gen Urobuchi you son of a-" The young adult cursed. Stopping just to sniff. "Damn... that's one bloody great anime. But still! It is just too real and dark! I came here to watch something that will help me feel happier, not some crap that makes me feel even worse!"

The young man then checked his watch and cursed silently. It is past midnight. He is an average day college student just struggling to get past his grades and get himself a degree.

He is a nobody, in other words. So insignificant that names aren't necessary.

"Well." He muttered as he looked around at the desk full of tissues and started to scoop them into a bin bag. "Might as well as take out the trash. I should probably get some sleep like asap."

As he scooped up the used tissues, a thought jumped into his mind. Perhaps, there is another way out. Maybe if Homura managed to gain the trust of Mami, Sayaka and Kyoko and non of them fell into despair or died, with enough grief seeds which allows Mami to use more of her magic, they could beat Walpurgisnacht. If only that happened. If only someone gave them a push...

"Then how about you give them a push?" A voice said.

"Who goes there!" Alarmed, the young man turned around quickly towards the voice but it seems it is coming from all directions.

I must be imagining things.

"If I can, I would." I replied half halfheartedly.

Of course this is nonsense. They don't even exist. They are mere beings created out of thin air.

"Hehe."

That voice again...

I must be sleeping too little.

Shaking my head, I took the bag and walked into the dark fire escape of my apartment building.

"Damn! These little brats must have broke the sensor light!" He cursed as he fumbled his way down the stairs.

Tragedy then struck.

Probably because a careless kid was eating a banana and threw the peel on the ground. Unfortunately for our young man, he stepped on it and fell down five flight down the stairs. Now, usually, the worst would be a concussion. However, the window in front of the stairs was smashed and the drunk superintendent still didn't replace it or added railings.

Also, did I mention this young man lived at about 10 floors up?

Combining all of this, we get a young man falling through the air, flailing his hands around madly.

"GAHHHHHH! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I AM TO YOUNG TO DIE! NOOOO!" He yelled as he plummeted towards the hard ground.

SPLAT!

The next morning, a disfigured corpse was discovered. The police deduced that the owner fell out of the broken window. The superintendent was sued. The city calls for more attention towards safety railings.

Not a single word was mentioned about the young man.

That's right, he is a nobody. Nobody bothered to find out who he is, if he had a family.

After all, in such a busy world, who would like to spend an extra second for someone that doesn't benefit them?

(?Pov)

"GAHHHHHH! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I AM TO YOUNG TO DIE! NOOOO!" I yelled as I fell through the air. Tears streaked down cheeks. I have so many things need to be done! I want to have a successful life!

I clenched my eyes shut as I continued to shriek as I fell.

Soon I noticed something wrong.

First of all, my voice is changing. It shifted from shrieking to...baby bawling? Crying?

Second, I have been falling way too long.

Or rather, I have stopped falling, but I didn't feel the impact.

Actually, I take that back.

It feels like...

I didn't fall.

I finally mustered up my courage and opened.

What entered my eyes isn't the pitch back night sky, but a white bare ceiling. I turned my head slightly, and saw bars of a baby cradle surrounding me.

Wait...baby cradle?

I fearfully held my hands up. And my worst fears came true. They were pearl white, but short.

...

I TURNED INTO A BABY?!

Huh?

I tried to speak, but came out as babbling nonsense. Soon, someone approached and the face of a beautiful woman appeared. Gently, she picked me up and cradled me.

"Oh, my dear. Please don't cry. Mommy's here..." She cooed.

This just feels weird. Like having a grown woman being this close to me. As a completely single semi otaku, this is too much for me. Wait...I don't have a reaction?

My fears were confirmed when my mother, said. "Isn't our daughter the cutest and most beautiful thing on the planet, Kiryu?"

...

...

...

What kind of name is Kiryu? Wait, do I have a name?

"Kiryu? Have you found a name for our daughter yet?"

"Not yet!" a male voice in his early thirties replied.

The woman covered my ears and shouted. "OUR DAUGHTER IS ONE WEEK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T NAMED YOUR DAUGHTER?"

WHAT KIND OF PARENT ARE YOU!

"You are scaring her...I am working on it!"

A man mumbled as he walked into his room with a dictionary.

"Ok...I got something. Mitsuo Kazuma. 充生桐生. It means charge and living. Do you think this will work?"

"What kind of name is that? She's a girl! Can't you think of something more feminine?"

No, this is fine!

I nodded frantically and giggled.

The man somehow understood what I am trying to say. He pointed at me. "Look, she's happy about it!"

Mother rolled her eyes. "Ok, fine." She then turned me to face her. "Hello, Mitsuo. I am Sayama Kaoru. And I am your mother."

"And I am Kiryu Kazuma. Your good for nothing father." The man said as he ruffled my hair. "Oshietekudasai, Mitsuo."

...

YAKUZA?

I am so confused.

So, from what I can tell, I died, and I am...reborn into a girl into a Japanese family with yakuza-ish names?

DAFAQ?

I have so many questions...

But wait...I am only a week old. I probably shouldn't try to talk.

Or...I could be a bright kid!

"M-Mama? P-Papa?" I stammered or more like, croaked.

Their eyes widened but soon softened. They quickly each gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and snuggled my face.

Feeling this warmth...makes me happy. Even though I have the soul of a twenty year old loner, I enjoy the warmth of family. I sighed happily.

I don't know who did this. But thank you for this. My prayers have been answered. I can start a new life. A life that I don't need to walk alone.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

"Today's weather in Mitakihara is sunshine, 20 degrees Celsius." the weather forecaster in the TV said.

Mitakihara?

Wait...

MITAKIHARA!

...

As soon as I realized what that place means, I can feel blood leaving my cheeks.

I think I know where I'm at.

I AM IN THE WORLD OF PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA?

I am going to die!

...

That being said.

Maybe. Just maybe.

I could...

Make a difference.

I could stop the tragedies.

...

Hear me, god...

Please...

Let me stop their tragic fates...

Grant me the strength to do that...

And this is the prolog!

Hello everybody. I am Sivir! I just finished watching all twelve episodes of Puella Magi Madoka Magica and god where do I even start...

The show...is sad. And now I am sad too! So...this idea came into mind. What if someone from our world crossed into their world? Can Mitsuo stop the tragic fates of the magical girls?

Find out more on the next chapter!

Also, I only watched the TV episodes. So some bits before the TV anime maybe slightly different since I relied on internet resources but I try my best to keep this all as close to the settings as possible.

Also, disclaimer. I don't own Puella Magi Madoka Magica. OR YAKUZA KIWAMI. I only borrowed the names and some of the backgrounds! This has nothing to do with the yakuza series!

I am a relatively new writer, so I would really appreciate any advice. If you have time, please leave a review. If you like the story, follow and favorite it!.

Thank you all!