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Romance . Main: MadoHomu . Sayaka and HUH HUH HUH
A white fluffy dog running nearer and nearer.
The sound of the dog panting.
A hand stroking its fur.
An old lady approached and laughed, patting the dog.
She directed her gaze... here...
"How's your day?"
There was silence.
The old lady then turned to face the dog.
"I promise I'll come over when I have the time."
The whole scene seemed to change to the grass on the ground.
A hand.
Right beneath. Very close.
The whole scene changed back to the old lady with the dog.
"Don't look so sad. You look prettier when you smile."
The dog barked.
The old lady nodded her head and smiled.
"That's better."
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Madoka flung open her eyes. She slowly sat up on her bed and sighed, glancing at her wall clock wearily. It's eight in the morning though, she should be off to prepare breakfast for everyone as well.
"Mornin' sis." Tatsuya yawned as he walked Madoka.
"It's Saturday, don't you have football training today?" Madoka approached to the kitchen counter and started preparing the food.
"It starts at ten anyway, so I have plenty amount of time to spare." He yawned again. "Mom and Dad are still sleeping like pigs, they are probably going to wake up in the afternoon anyway, so preparing breakfast for them is just going to be a waste."
Madoka glanced back at Tatsuya and laughed "Of course I know that, they are always like this on Saturdays. I'm just making breakfast for the two of us."
Tatsuya frowned and pointed at the tray. "Then why are you preparing three servings? Even if it's for Dad and Mom, it should be a total of four."
Madoka blinked and stared at the tray. Three eggs. Three cups. Six slices of bread and three frozen sausages.
"Uh." Madoka started laughing awkwardly. "Something is off about me today." She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.
"She'll be living here."
Her vision slowly turned blurred and foggy, just like every other time when she was going to... witness another-
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Three plates of breakfast on the table.
A man stared plainly at food.
The blonde woman hugged the man.
The man smiled brightly.
The scene changed to the coffee mixer.
A hand was resting on the counter.
It slowly turned into a ball of fist.
Knuckles turned white.
"I want to move out."
The scene changed to the man and the woman.
The man snorted.
"Suit yourself."
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~CAMP SUCKS~
"How long has it been like this?!"
Madoka sighed. "Ever since I woke up from my slight coma."
Sayaka leaned back against the chair, gazing out of the window of a restaurant before looking back at Madoka. "Could those memories actually belong to your past life?"
"I thought about that once." Madoka started explaining. "But I had those dreams of recent things. For example the old ferris wheel we sat when we were young? Remember? It started operating after we were born, and was demolished when we turned 18. I dreamt that I was in there, alone." "It must be lonely to sit in that thing alone."
Sayaka commented before she continued. "Hmmm... but are you sure it's the exact same one?" Sayaka stroked her invisible beard.
"Yes!" Madoka exclaimed before she continued probing her mind for more examples. "Do you remember that Tokyo apartment building that collapsed a few months before we graduate? It happened! I dreamt that I was running and running till I reached that collapsed building. I could see arms reaching for it and then I heard the sound of sobbing" Madoka nodded her head.
"All the things happened in Tokyo... where we live." Sayaka frowned. "And those events happened when you're alive... What does that meant then?"
"I came to a conclusion last night. I must have been experiencing, or to be exact, being that person and watching his or her life events!" Madoka yelled frantically and she attracted a few glances from several customers.
"Oh my- Are you serious?! That's so... What the hell!" Sayaka gasped.
Madoka nodded. "But it happened right after that accident and I'm actually still figuring out whose life I am apparently witnessing.''
"Could it be the the two people you saved when you ran into the fire? Like maybe both of your souls connected because you two are in danger or something. " Madoka shook her head disappointedly.
"It couldn't be. One is a four year old boy and the other is just a twelve year old girl."
Sayaka's eyes sparkled. "Then can you recall... like some hints or clues to identity the person? Like maybe you heard someone calling out his or her name?" It took Madoka a while to try to remember something, or at least dig out a small clue. But she just couldn't seem to think of any since she practically witnessed countless of memories. But finally, Madoka's eyes widened and she slapped her hands together excitedly.
"Yes! Mami-san!"
~SADNESS ARGH~
"Mami-san, have anyone ever helped you test your cakes before?"
"Hmmm." Mami's brow creased, deep in thought. "Actually, almost all my customers are my cake-testers. Having many testers brings about different opinions so when I come up with a new flavour I'll let everyone taste it so as to help me improve on it."
Sayaka sighed heavily, resting her chin on top of her palm. "Then I guess we're back to square one."
Madoka smiled softly. "But sorry for disrupting you lunchbreak though."
"It's alright." Mami shook her head before raising an eyebrow. "But really, why would you ask me that?"
It took Madoka a while to explain everything thats been happening to her. Though it was summarized a lot, and many details of the dreams she had were omitted out from her explanation. Meticulous or not, It didn't matter anyway, Madoka highly doubted that Mami could help her find who the person was...right?
"So it's like that person's life is connected to yours?"
"Something like that."
"So the things you dream and witnessed is actually the life, or point of view of that person?"
"Yeap."
"That's really extraordinary... I never... thought something like this can happen in reality." Mami clasped her hands together and brought it near to her mouth, still in disbelief about the entire situation.
"I didn't believe her at first. But sometimes she's really weird and started doing and saying things that are so not her. Like she's possessed or something." Sayaka gave a creeped out face.
Mami laughed lightly before looking at Madoka. "Then did you get in contact with anyone that day? Since the two kids are not in the option."
"Oh! Could it be the doctors that operated on you during your operation? Maybe because they worked so hard to save your life, their soul connected to you or something." Sayaka tapped her chin.
"Operation? I didn't know your accident was that serious, I thought you only suffered from concussion and a sprained ankle." Mami raised an eyebrow.
Madoka chucked. "I suffered from blood loss so I got an operation for blood transfusion-"
Everything was silent Mami blinked, straightening her posture.
"Wait- You just said..."
Sayaka snapped her fingers and smirked. "Blood transfusion! Maybe that's how you got those weird memories! It might belong to the person who donated blood to you! You two became connected then"
Madoka nodded her head and beamed. A weight seemed to have left her shoulders after finding an answer to this weird situation of hers. Not only that, she was just reminded that she still owed her saviour some thanks. Just a single thank you wasn't enough. Madoka wanted to hug him or her as well. Those crazy flashbacks, some were happy and fun, but there were quite a large number of unhappy and sad ones too. These depressing flashbacks often made Madoka turn and toss in her bed.
~HUH HUH~
"Confidential?!" Sayaka yelled.
"Sorry Ma'am. But we don't have the rights to reveal their particulars unless they permit us to. But he or she didn't request for that."
"Excuse me, it's not like we are going to set a bomb in their house or something. We just want to thank that person for saving her life." Sayaka scoffed.
Madoka nodded, leaning against the counter with a pleading look. "Please help us. Please."
The nurse shook her head. "Your trip here has been wasted. I seriously can't help you with that." Even after insisting for five minutes straight, the nurse just wouldn't budge.
They both left the hospital, disappointed. "Now we're back to square one again." Sayaka sighed.
"It's alright. Thanks for the help though." Madoka patted her shoulder, giving a smile.
They both parted ways. Sayaka leaving to settle some matters while Madoka took a small walk around the area. She had no plans for today and she didn't have any intention to buy or specifically look for something, so she just walked aimlessly around town. She continued walking until she entered a flower shop mindlessly.
"May I help you?" A florist approached Madoka.
She intended to shake her head and wanted to look around but her lips just blurted out. "Can I have a stalk of rose please."
"Sure, hold on for a minute." The florist bowed and left, leaving the clueless girl pondering why she had actually said that.
A while later, Madoka was walking down the streets again, with that stalk of rose in her hand. Her legs led the way, as usual, but she suddenly stopped and started flagging for a cab. She hopped into one soon after. "My body... is reacting on its own again. I wonder why is this happening?" Madoka stared curiously at the rose in her hands as she sat on the leather seat.
The driver glanced at Madoka through the rear mirror. "Miss, where would you like to go?"
Home "Cemetery please."
"Sure." The driver looked down from the mirror and started driving.
Madoka wanted to correct herself, but she decided to go with it.
Maybe it was that person... Madoka was linked to the mind of that person who saved her life. Perhaps everything she was doing was connected to that person... And this might be the only way to find out that person's true identity.
After a whole 20 minutes, Madoka alighted from the taxi after paying her fare and continued walking. She knew where she was going, but Madoka had never been to the cemetery before.
No one closed to her had died so there was no special reason for her to be here in the first place. But she ignored those facts and kept walking, never stopping. For some unknown reason, her pace became slower and her legs started to feel like as if they were lead, but she forced herself to continue on. Only when a person came into Madoka's line of view did she actually paused her steps.
That person, who was a girl, slowly placed a stalk of rose on a grave. She had long, dark black hair, down to her waist. Her violet eyes seemed so... sad.
Madoka blinked, suddenly feeling a strong sense of Deja Vu.
Who is that girl...? Why do I have this weird feeling in my chest?
After a while, that girl finally took notice of Madoka's presence and turned, to stare at her.
A/N:OPPS IS THAT A CLIFFHANGER. AND BTW I DIDN'T PROOFREAD BECAUSE I'M REALLY TIRED BUT I NEED TO UPDATE TODAY SO I'LL EDIT IT LATER OHKIE TO MAMI GASP I HOPE THIS CHAPTER SORTS OF CLARIFY EVERYTHING AND ALSO TO CORRECT SOME STUFF AND LET YOU UNDERSTAND TEH STORY MORE LOL. READERS OYEEE CASHBAKY JUST DID A HUGE FABVOUR FOR ME AND I WANNA THANK HER FOR BEING SO KIND BY UPDATING LIKE TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE EVEN THOUGH MY EYES WOBBLED LIKE MY FAT ROLLS AFTER THIS TIRING WORKSHOP SO I LUB ME OHKIE MUACK MUACK\