Homura was shot in the chest. By her own gun. By her own hand. She was laying in the pool of blood reminensing through her clothes, quickly unpatched. No one was there. No one was there to help her.
She knew at the very moment that no salvation will be performed tonight or rather didn't want to be saved. She was laying under the bridge, right next to the body of water passing by wave.
Homura's eyes became vivid, blood coming out from the corner of her lips leaked on the side of her cheek. She didn't bother looking anywhere and energy slowly began to decreased. She had no words to express her feelings nor had the strength to do so. Her fingers moved a bit but fell frozen. It was full moon that night
Homura kept looking at the bright moon shining upon her. Was she going to hell? That can't be certain. Was she going to perish? Maybe but not quite. Is dying on the grass worthy? Yes, certainly. There was no doubts present. Akemi Homura was not scared of walking into death's door. Before looking at the stars a wave of shadows overcame her view. There was the face, blue eyes and short hair, and in a pair of sweat pants and sweat shirt.
"Sayaka..."
The bluenette flinched but stood there watching the body of her 'enemy', the girl who she furiously hated now dying on the ground, upon her.
"What... the hell... did you do..."
It didn't sound like a question. But a furious statement.
Sayaka kneels down, holding Homura in her arms. She didn't care if the blood was staining her clothing. All that matters was the dying raven. Sayaka used her healing methods but weren't doing any progress into that.
She analyzed the wounds that were connected to the bullet that strucked Homura's chest. They were too severe that It couldn't be patched up as thought.
One by one, it became very deep. The bullet that went through her chest, damaged the cords connected to the heart. That's where Sayaka realized that Homura will not make it through the night.
"Why...? Did you kill yourself for Madoka...?"
Homura coughed, looking at Sayaka vividly and winced.
"That again... are you hating me about that..."
Sayaka clenched her teeth.
"Isn't what you intended to do. If not, why did you decide to kill yourself?!"
"I felt ending it."
Sayaka clenched more.
"Liar."
Homura coughed more. The length of her breaths were cutting short each time the breeze of her throat kept releasing. The more steady she felt, she couldn't move. It felt torture at the moment, though she knew she deserved it.
Even Sayaka agreed on that point. It was cruel to know but again, it can't be refurbished.
Realizing that her time is getting closer and closer, Homura continued to talk more, before her last word could be consumed. her eyes became weak to open them, slowly becoming duller, half shut eyes was the ordeal.
"If Madoka finds me here, She would do anything to save me. in contrast, I'd rather die than being saved. You can hate me all you want. I'm not going to be here fighting you anymore.."
Sayaka widens her eyes in such disbelief. She wanted to shout at the dying girl, grip her shirt and try slapping to snap the nonsense but she couldn't. Not in the state she was in.
Even at brief moments, She wanted to carry her and rush as fast as she can. But why isn't she doing any of that? If one is dying, isn't it a hero's job to take the injured at a safe place to give treatment?
The bluenette couldn't baffle anymore, she shaked and closed her eyes.
"What the hell are you even on about? Madoka would do anything to save you. She cared a lot about you. If she were to find out that you were dead, do you have any idea how she would've felt?! Here you are begging for death to take you, do you think I would accept that as well?! hell no!"
Homura stood silent, looking st the crumbled girl, slowly shattering infront of her. She didn't flinch nor try to look away. It was her every right to look and express. The raven took another breath.
"Aren't I your enemy...? you always hated me for all reasons of your dismay... you don't like me... You don't know me at all.."
Sayaka then took a deep breath, Before replying, She noticed that Homura's heart rate was decreasing slowly by the beat. She tried healing her wounds, more quickly as possible. Nothing could be done.
Why did Sayaka have the urge of saving this girl. Didn't she have hatred for her? Was a hint of sympathy released? Was it pity? or wanting more answers to know what's really going on.
Homura's eyes were still half shut. More blood was leaking out of her chest and overflowing gently. Sayaka trembled.
There was no way in saving her. Her healing powers were not making anymore progress and the wounds weren't healing rapidly like she thought it would.
"Sayaka...time has come to consume me. Its no use. I'm not going be saved."
"Shut up..! Just shut up..!"
Her tears leaked as it hit Homura's cheek. Her voice became raspy along with sobbing sounds. She didn't think that she would to cry for someone she despised or at least hate.
"Y-You... d-damn bastard..!"
Homura looked at the bluenette with dead locked eyes.
"Madoka would be damn sad if you were to die..! Have you ever thought of her for a second thought..?!"
Homura did at least thought of her but just for a brief moment. Her memories spending time with that girl meant anything in the world. Her smile and everything that went upon was something she will always hold and cherish at least until death. Though, there were regrets where she could have visted Madoka for one last time before she would do so.
She looked at the crumbled Sayaka who was sobbing for her.
"I hate you..! I damn hate you..! I hate the way you're always staring at me..! I hate it when you're always stubborn...!"
Homura took a deep breath at least before she passes. She smiled. A faint smile that Sayaka was able to see, the first and last time.
"You will always hate me... I-I don't care about that. It's not like if this were to be your wish... but I want everyone to live their lives no matter how troubling it should be...just being happy .. is enough for me..."
Sayaka's eyes widen as witnessing Homura going limp slowly. Her final breath was performed at that fatal and final moment. Homura was passing.
"T-Take care of Madoka...and everyone..."
Homura passed. At the blink of an eye, She died in Sayaka's arms. The blunette who stood there wide-eyed with tears overflowing, laughed a bit as clenching her hands on Homura's cold shoulder.
The loudest sob was performed throughout the night of the blurring skies.
Sayaka took deep breathes heavily, holding on the dead raven and was clenching. For the brief moments, She took a look at her bloody hands. It made her sick to even look at them. As laying the deceased girl on the bloody covered grass.
Sayaka was breathing heavily. Realizing the depths of Homura's death, she looked at a far away object laying on the ground. It was a gun. laying there with bullets sprayed among the grass.
Sayaka stood up and walked over the distraught weapon. She grabbed it gently and stared at it for a few moments. Her blue eyes weren't shining but vivid as looking back at the body of Homura.
"...this is so messed up..."
Sayaka couldn't bring herself to look at the deceased. It became very horrifying at the moment looking at it. Tears still kept over flowing, as Sayaka tried wiping them away. Some sniffs were there. But the composure had been Made to keep her calm.
Within those moments, it couldn't be explained why. If Homura were to have second thoughts then maybe She wouldn't ended her life. There was a lot to account for and no answers were in conclusion.
The blood on the grass became uncommon. Homura was still the same, none the less. Within the arranging minutes, she fell silent, and awfully started at the gun that killed the raven. Nothing seem to escape in her mind but sighed motionless.
The night sky became very vivid, and less to be seen through the night. Within those past few hours, Sayaka knew she had a lot of explaining to do. Madoka had every right to know what exactly happened to Akemi Homura. Even if it were to shatter her best friend, the only thing she could do is comfort her. More tears slips from Sayaka's eyes.
The Image of Homura will haunt her and not just that, the image of a very depressed Madoka too will linger. She knew that it was something she has to get used to now. Nothing can really change that.
-The End-
