A/N: Well, I got nothing to say here, so just enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Madoka Magica
Warnings: More of that mental shit.
Pairings: Well obviously there isn't anything yet. Be patient.
"My name is Madoka Kaname. Now, what do you say we get out of this stuffy little room and talk somewhere more comfortable?"
Homura stared at her blankly, but this did nothing to deter her spirit.
"Tell you what, it's nearly five. The sun should be coming up soon, would you like to go watch the sunrise?"
Homura shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
Madoka smiled radiantly. It wasn't a fake smile, like the one the nurse had employed, but a genuine, kind smile.
"Okay then, let's go." Madoka helped Homura to her feet, and guided her over to the cell door. The two security guards followed suit, both of them tensed as Homura left the cell. Madoka however, didn't seem at all bothered by her. It was as if she was able to relate.
"What a stupid thought. Of course she can't."
Madoka guided her into one of the elevators; they were swiftly followed by the two security guards. Madoka pressed the top floor button, and the elevator started up.
After about twenty seconds, the lift reached its destination. It beeped, and the doors opened. Madoka led Homura out onto the rooftop. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and it illuminated the night sky with an orange glow.
Madoka walked over to the ledge, and sat down on a box beside it. She gestured for Homura to do the same. Homura walked over and sat opposite her.
"So, Homura-chan. I feel like this whole thing will move a lot faster if we get to know each other a little better." Madoka rested her elbows on her knees. "So, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"
Homura shrugged. "What is it you want to know?"
"Well… let's start with some of your interests. What kind of music do you like?"
Homura stared at her incredulously. Here she was, talking to a person who was apparently a murdering psychopath as if they had just met at a café.
"Homura-chan, is everything okay?"
Homura shook herself. "Man she's nosy," she thought, but to Madoka she said, "Mostly classical, and orchestra pieces."
"Uhuh, I'm more into pop or Jazz… anything with a good beat really." The smile on her face was starting to annoy Homura. Not because it was fake, but because of the exact opposite. The smile she wore was one of utter kindness and… pity? No, that wasn't it. There was something else there.
"So, you're a painter. What kind of paintings did you do?"
"Just stick it out Homura. She can't keep up the act forever." "Mostly conceptual, or abstract stuff. You might know some of my more noteworthy pieces."
"Shoot me a few names, I'll try and remember if I've ever seen any."
Homura sighed. It was kind of painful to think about her artwork, now that she was locked in the institute, but she decided it would be best to humour her.
"Gertrud, Charlotte, Elsa Maria, Walpurgisnacht."
Madoka raised her eyebrows. "Those are your works."
"Why? You know me?"
"I was at one of your big exhibitions in Tokyo. You were showing off your star piece, Kremhild Gretchen."
Homura raised an eyebrow. "I guess they weren't lying when they said it's a small world."
"So, moving on. Do you have any family?"
Homura had been afraid of that question. When she made to formulate an answer, the words caught in her throat. She choked back a sob. Her parents, she was never going to see them again.
Tears started to roll down her cheek once again, and suddenly Madoka looked horrified.
"I am so sorry! I shouldn't have mentioned that." She practically flew cross to Homura, and wrapped her arms around the girl.
Homura couldn't hold back any longer. She buried her face in the crook of Madoka's neck.
"It's okay Homura-chan, everything is going to be okay."
Despite Madoka's reassurances, she knew that it was hopeless. At best, she'd spend the rest of her life in a padded cell. The two security guards, still standing to attention less than ten feet away only served to reinforce that point.
When Homura's sobbing subsided somewhat, Madoka pulled away, and gripped Homura's shoulders. Homura looked up, and was met by the same kind face that she was still yet to grow accustomed to. But now, there was a look of determination in her eyes.
"Okay Homura-chan, from here on out, I'm going to make it my number one priority to help you."
Madoka pulled out a notepad, and a pen. Flipping open a new page, she clicked her pen, and suddenly looked quite business-like.
"Okay Homura. First things first, I need you to answer a few questions."
Homura sniffled, and nodded silently.
"Okay." Madoka reached over, and wiped Homura's tears away. "First question. What were you doing before your incident?"
Homura wracked her brains. "I… was on my way to an exhibition."
Madoka wrote something on the notepad. "Now, what do you remember about the incident itself."
"I don't."
"Pardon?"
"I don't remember the… whatever it was that happened. I sort of… well, blacked out when I entered the mall."
"The Mall? Weren't you on your way to an exhibition?"
"There's an art gallery at the mall. One of my friends had invited me to their exhibition…" Homura looked on the verge of tears again.
Madoka obviously noticed, because she reached over and put a hand on Homura's upper arm.
"I need you to stay strong for me Homura-chan."
Homura nodded, and fought back the tears.
"So, you don't remember anything about the incident."
"I didn't even know what had happened until one of the nurse's told me."
"I see." Madoka wrote something else down on the notepad. Eventually, she looked back up. "Did you remember experiencing any strange symptoms before entering the mall?"
"Strange how?"
Madoka waved her hand vaguely. "Headaches, Nausea, Dizziness?"
"No… everything was normal until I entered the mall."
Madoka finished writing on her notepad, flipped it shut and put it away.
"I think that should be enough for now, Homura-chan."
Homura nodded, still fighting off the tears. The sun was now well above the horizon. Madoka stood, and helped Homura to her feet. She guided her back to the lift, flanked by the two security guards. They stepped into the lift, and Madoka pressed the fifth floor button.
The elevator descended to its destination. When the lift doors slid open, Homura could immediately tell that something was wrong. Madoka silently guided her out of the lift, and over to a soft couch pushed up against one of the walls.
"Wait here Homura-chan. I need to go check something." Madoka walked over to one of the nurses, and started to talk. Her face darkened with every word.
Homura heard a rattling noise, and looked to her right. She saw a table covered in a sheet being wheeled up the hallway by two people who were obviously doctors. A sickening thought occurred to her. Was there a body underneath the sheet?
She managed to overhear part of the conversation that Madoka was having with the nurse.
"… they're sure it was suicide?"
"He was found in his room, both wrists slashed."
"Is that all?"
"No. He left a message on the wall. It's mostly illegible scribbling, but the doctors were able to make out that it was effectively a suicide note written in blood."
"I see. I need to get my patient out of here; she's not exactly the epitome of mental health at the moment."
"Of course. You do what you have to do, let the police do their job."
"Thanks."
Madoka walked back over to Homura, and helped her up once again.
"So Homura-chan, I think it's about time we got yu out of that straight jacket."
Without a word, Madoka led Homura down the hallway, quickening slightly as they passed an area marked with yellow police tape.
"Nasty business, Homura-chan. But you don't need to concern yourself with any of that. Let's get you into some more comfortable clothes."
A/N: Apparently being sick also restricts my ability to type on my computer, so this is out at least a day late. Anyway, R&R, and until next time.