A/N: Well I did say that I wanted to get this over with. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't feel like writing this every time I post a chapter
Warnings: Dealing with the fallout of last chapter
Pairings: We're getting closer, bear with me
Homura would never forget the look of horror on Madoka's face when she saw her friend's body.
The scream that followed was like a knife to Homura's soul, and all Homura could do was sit there. She was too weak to even move. She'd lost too much blood to be able to speak. So she sat, her eyes too dry to shed a tear for Madoka's loss.
And when Madoka's scream subsided, and she fell against Homura, sobbing, the ravenette couldn't lift her bandaged arms to comfort her.
When the paramedics arrived, and dragged Madoka out of the room to attend to Homura, she was too weak to protest.
"That's all you've ever been though, Homura. You're just weak. Too weak to be any use to anyone."
When the stress of it all finally became too much, she blacked out.
Homura's eyes opened slightly, and she found herself staring at the cream coloured ceiling. She was no longer at the institute.
The sterile smell of the environment she was in… Homura's sluggish brain was just functional enough to identify that the room was probably a hospital ward.
The curtains were drawn around her bed, so she couldn't see if there was anyone else in the room. She sat up, and tried to rub her temples to clear her thoughts. But her hand wouldn't move. There were bandaged on both of them, and several drips in her arm.
The events of that night came back to her all at once.
"Madoka!" Homura didn't even realise that she had called out her name aloud until a nurse stepped through the curtains.
"What is it dear?" The nurse's voice sounded forcibly calm.
"Where is Madoka."
"You mean the girl they found you with? She's been ordered to take a few days off sweetie."
"I really hate you people. And I bet you think I'm a psycho killer, just like all of the rest of them."
The nurse left straightened some things up around her bed, and then left her. Homura was alone for the next few minutes, until two other people stepped through the curtains.
Homura vaguely recognised their faces. They were the detectives who were at the institute after the first killing.
"Homura Akemi?"
Homura realised that it was a question, and nodded.
"My name is Oriko Mikune. You probably know why I'm-"
"Where is Madoka?"
Oriko cleared her throat. "I assure you that Madoka Kaname is safe and sound. I have personally seen to it that she is in no danger."
Homura breathed a sigh of relief, but then tensed up again.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"My my, you're being remarkably talkative this time around-"
"Madoka is in danger. I know it."
"I know Akemi-san. Nobody knows better than I, the true nature of Madoka's peril."
Homura stared at the detective.
"Who the hell is this person?"
"Now, you probably assumed we were here to interrogate you."
"Arent you?"
Oriko grinned, as if she had read Homura's mind. "No Miss Akemi. We are here to get you out of here." Homura noticed that the other one had left.
She was wondering for less than a second when the dark-haired girl stepped back through the curtains, wheeling a wheelchair in front of her.
"Okay Oriko, help me get her onto this thing."
Oriko nodded, and helped Kirika lift Homura out of her bed and into the chair. Homura tried to protest. She tried to struggle. But her body was limp in their hands.
Homura felt one of them slide all of the drips out of her arm, and bandage it up.
"Okay, you wait here and I'll go and consult with the nurse."
Oriko left the two ravenettes alone.
"So, having a rough time are we?"
Homura ignored her.
"What, are we back to not speaking again?"
No response.
"You suck. This isn't going to be fun at all." Kirika silently cursed. Why did Oriko always have such an easier time talking to people than her?
It came as a relief when Oriko returned.
"They've agreed to let us transport her back to the institute."
"I'm assuming that's not where we're going."
"Was there ever any doubt, Kirika? Neither of them can ever go back to that place."
"Naturally." Kirika started to wheel Homura's chair casually out of the ward. "Have you got a place organised?"
"Naturally."
"Great. Now we just need to-"
Kirika's speech was cut off by a scream. Kirika reacted to the rush of blue hair, flipping its owner over her shoulder onto the floor. She handcuffed the crazy girl's hands behind her back, and pulled her to her feet.
"Hey missy, watch how you go or you might end up in real trouble one day." But Kirika was secretly grinning. She loved being able to use her handcuffs on people. The novelty would never wear off.
She threw the blue-haired girl away from Homura and Oriko.
"You know, you're lucky I'm busy or I'd escort you to the station myself."
"Fuck you!" The blue girl screamed, just as security arrived on the screen. "You don't have the right to judge me! Why would you stop me from ending that monster?"
Kirika snorted in disgust. "You don't have half a clue what you're talking about. Get her out of here."
The security guards dragged the blunette, kicking and screaming away from the scene.
"Well that was interesting," Kirika said as she started to wheel Homura down the corridor once more.
"She must be a friend of one of the victims."
"Nah. She'd be much closer than just a friend for that sort of reaction."
"You think so."
"Yep. Bluey, whoever the hell she was, is head over heels in love with one of the poor idiots Miss Akemi here stabbed the other day."
"You're not helping Kirika."
Kirika chuckled slightly.
"I'm the one pushing the wheelchair."
"Just shut up." The trio reached an elevator that took them down to the ground floor.
They exited the elevator, and passed through the reception area. Their cohort attracted more than a few dirty glares as they went along.
Out the hospital doors, and straight to Oriko's car. Kirika carried Homura bridal style from the chair to the car, set her down in the back seat and buckled her in.
Then she settled herself in the driver's seat, with Oriko already sitting beside her.
"Okay then, where too milady?"
"Straight ahead."
A/N: More angst to come before I'm allowed to write more dumb fluff. Hang in there my sweet reviewers.
To the Guest who so kindly and consistently reminds me to get off my lazy ass and write, thank you. I'd really like it if you'd make an account so that I could reply to you directly, as I do with all of my other friends.
R&R as always, and until next time…