black ribbons

by aikotters

Homura's wish does not go in the way she expected, or in a way anyone expected. Sometimes wishes are always curses and sometimes people are never what they seemed. AT Request fic for Tomoe Mami.

18. XVIII

XVIII.

Days pass. Nothing happens. Yes, she makes more bombs, steals more trucks, gets more guns and bullets, but nothing else. No one comments on her skipping school. The other magical girls never say anything, not even when Madoka tries to catch her eye. IT's more ferocity, determination -

Defiance -

Than she's used to.

Over timelines, Madoka's fallen quiet, meek, struggling with indecision, willing to throw herself away all the more, certainly.

The self-sacrifice remains, but that's all.

She does not look away from the ugly existence that is Akemi Homura. She faces her and the turmoil in her guts and Walpurghisnacht looms ever closer and Homura starts to crumble under all of the weight.

Again, she realizes. She makes the mistake of looking at her Soul Gem. And the panic resumes twofold.