I've got a brilliant idea! I'll try posting a new chapter on a friday/saturday :) Sorry for lack of commitment :(

Disclaimer: This story is purely fanfictional. I decided to add a spice of romance to the storyline and created a new character, Muhyo's childhood friend, Hanabi Yuri. Please review and comments. If you do not like it, go easy on the comments and just stop reading this altogether. I have been keeping this in my pc for over three years and finally had the guts to publish it. Enjoy!~ ^.^V


I shut the door quietly after a quick morning shower and got ready for school. I glanced around the room at the faces of my roommates—Yoichi, Muhyo, then Yuu-Chan. A serene smile carved her lips as she slept soundly, despite the fact that Muhyo's heavy weight was on her chest.

I smiled as I picked up a textbook and started my early morning reading. I love waking up earlier than the others; I get to watch Yuu-Chan sleep. I wish Yuu-Chan knew how I felt… but Muhyo's always there. Bah. That's not important. I need to study! For mama. Then, when I become executor, I can tell Yuu-Chan.

"Ghost master Ivy!"

I clasped my head in my hands. That Muhyo! Imai had escaped with the only person capable of opening the Forbidden Book. And Teeki had sent out a shadow through his circle. But when the spell circle was broken, I saw him! That blonde kid! He pains me! Ugh.

I will not lose to him too! I frowned as I grabbed hold of Teeki's head, "Teeki. There will be no second chance!"

"I appologise Lord Madoka," the masked man stuttered on his knees. I pushed him away, turning to Ivy, "Ivy! You will lead our next generation. I do not care how you do it. Show them the power of ark."

Little Yuu-Chan smiled, her pink rosy cheeks highlighted her features as she leaned forward and gave me a peck on my cheek. I smiled, "What was that for?"

She turned around, covering her blush, "Merry Christmas."

I picked up the paper bag she placed on the desk, curious and thrilled to get a present from her. She stuttered, "D—don't open it now!"

I laughed, "Okay. I won't."

That night, I tore open the gift—it was a beautiful pendant locket that I can put pictures in. On one side was a picture of Yuu-Chan; she'd already put hers in. The other side was empty—I'll have to find a nice photo to put there.

"I love you. From, Yuri."

What?

I entered my room I had chosen in the Wailing Vale, making sure no one was around before I punched the wall. I felt a surge of anger. Why!? Why?! I am much more powerful. I am Lord Madoka.

TING!

Something fell from the cupboard when I punch the doors. I bent down and picked it up—it was the locket Yuu-Chan gave me for Christmas. I opened it. I still had not put a picture on the empty side. But the picture of Yuu-Chan was still intact. Her beautiful face smiling with glee. I gripped on the chains of the necklace, I wanted to throw it out of the window, out of my life. I don't need this. I don't need her.

I thought I was in love with her. But I was clearly wrong. I was never… She was never in love with me either. I could feel it that night.

"Shut up! None of you understood how much I wanted this! NO ONE!"

"Enchyu," Yuu-Chan smiled, tears streaming down her beautiful face, "I love you."

I was ready to attack. Ready to use Forbidden Magic Law. My mom just died, and Muhyo had gotten the rank of Executor. It wasn't me! Why wasn't it me?!

Suddenly, Yuu-Chan ran towards me and kissed me on the lips. I heard gasps coming from the two black haired 'friends' as she did so.

I felt my eyes widen in horror as I waited for the feeling to come to me. I didn't know what I was expecting—a sign… Anything! To tell me that we really were in love. Nothing. This kiss felt empty.

When she pulled back, I finally realized, I never loved her in that way.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before running off.

As for me, fueled by my devastation of losing my mom as well as slipping my chance of being executor, felt even more enraged after realizing that what I felt throughout these years was never love.

Yuu-Chan. Muhyo. Yoichi. Biko.

I'm sorry.

But I'm not sorry.