Homura – I lived kinda differently from the last time I lived. I go to a school and I'm already on my senior year.
It was the same day, all over again. I was part of the Student Council that time.
Does it matter if there's a transferee coming in from Portugal?
The schoolgirls in the classroom had starry eyes, seeing the foreign boy walk in with the proper uniform used in Mitakihara High.
I guess it does, since some of us have to welcome him. I, in fact, don't care.
Homura sighed in her seat before she continued writing on her notebook with her glasses on when...
"Akemi-san?" A female student called, and Homura recognized her as a junior Student Council member. "Why aren't you eating lunch yet? Morning class is over, so you're free to eat with me."
"I don't feel like it for now. So... who's the transferee?"
"I think he introduced himself as Medeiros. That's his surname, I think. He's quite fluent with our language too."
"Did you get his first name?"
"No, sorry. Want me to ask?"
"Ask for your own sake. I'm not really interested." Homura then stands from her seat and moves to the classroom exit. "Show him around the school. I'll be expecting you do that."
"Okay, Akemi-chan!" She salutes Homura before the girl left the room.
Entering the student council room, Homura was alone. And finding a small stack of papers, she was relieved that she had something to do to keep things off her mind for a while, and it included the transfer student. New students are a bother to her.
Then she looked at a folder on her desk and picked it up, then opened it. It was the information regarding the new student: Alan Medeiros. 'Having an easy name to pronounce? I guess it's not a problem.' She saw his picture having brown hair, and a short cue of hair at the back of his head. The olive green eyes were noticeable to her as well. He seemed to be rather having less bright skin, signifying he might have the same skin color as a Japanese. It seemed a little off, but it doesn't change he's a foreigner. He's currently 19 years old.
Homura suddenly remembered: A few announcements on TV came out on the vigilante in the city. He stops crimes. She even saw him battle a dangerous witch before with magic and other means of combat, like summoning weapons at his disposal. The hair was very noticeable to her and has a sharp eye on the details on that masked vigilante. The head shape was almost the same as Alan's.
I may be a passerby on people, but I'm not stupid when it comes to descriptions. This young man... He's sudden on his appearance in the school. What happened first was that mysterious vigilante who appeared 3 days ago. It isn't strange. It isn't coincidence. I decided... I want to follow him and see what he's up to.
Alan – It's the end of the day. School ended like that when the bell rang. It was simple, and unlike my last school. But the Japanese are organized.
Though when I was walking out of the classroom, I saw the familiar girl with very dark blue to black hair looking at me from a distance while she walked to her locker. It wasn't strange. She was just... I don't know what to place on this. They told she the Student Council President of Mitakihara High. I wonder if she's got an interest in me that she decided to give me that look.
It took a while and the place was almost dark when I got back to my house. It's economical in a sense. I'm alone and my parents are supporting me from overseas. I had a Japanese mother and my father's the natural Portuguese. They had lots of work to do with a multi-branch general merchandise business. It was booming. Though was it booming between me and them? Not even once.
I dropped my bag and just lied down with my uniform. It's a good day, and I ate out. All I just wanted to do was sleep. Maybe I shouldn't? I thought of going out again to hunt witches and wraiths. They're still new to me after all. What I came here for Mitakihara wasn't the thrill. It wasn't the new environment. My parents once hid something from me that I can use magic, and the whole ancestry under my mother's name had this. Although... I have to be careful about the natural occurrence of Magical Girls, contracted by aliens called the Incubators. They're completely different and they're the original ones who take care of a majority of witches and wraiths. That's all I remember them say, and I kept them in mind. Everything else about family? They lost their chance with that already.
His thoughts were snapped out from him as he heard the front door.
I immediately got off my bed and just went to the front door. I grabbed the doorknob and time slowed down. I got this feeling. This feeling didn't feel good for some reason, but I didn't mind it as time went back flowing normally as I opened that door. I didn't expect her to be here... the same uniform, the same hair... the eyes, and that look she gave me back at the school...
Homura was still in her school uniform as she looked at him curiously and cautiously. "Are you Alan Medeiros?"
"Y-yeah... You're the student council president, aren't you?"
"You're greatly fluent. It seems to fit you well Medeiros-kun."
"Oh... Wanna come in?" And Alan opened the door wider before Homura came in past the door. But as he closed it the door behind him...
Homura – He made a mistake trusting someone. It seems his weakness is simply just a girl. Well... I'm sorry.
She used her time gear before time had stopped. As everything slowed down, including Alan's movement, she morphed into her Magical Girl attire before she kicked him to the head. Restoring time again, Alan staggered just before she subdued him from behind, forcing him to lie on his stomach while her body was on his. She summoned a pistol before aiming it at the rear side of his head.
"What the hell?!" Alan didn't expect the girl with her to be THAT fast. "How the hell did you...?"
"I'm asking the question, Medeiros. You're not ordinary, and you know I'm not either."
"Of course not! You're a Magical Girl!"
Homura smirked. "That makes things easier." She got her handgun's nose to touch his head and he was getting more nervous. "Now... Start talking."
About half an hour later, they were both on opposite sides of the table seated at individual chairs facing each other. Homura no longer has her handgun, since he told him what he was in Mitakihara for.
"Happy now?" Alan asked, but Homura seemed to ignore it.
"I was only cautious of what you would be, but it seems what you stand for is unknown. Are you sure you don't know anything?"
"My parents really never cared except if I went to school. What's a Student Council President like you doing in my house asking about me all of a sudden?"
"I'm not here on behalf of everything else you know in school, in case you didn't see what I'm wearing, Alan. I'll call you that from now on. I'm here, besides asking what you stand for, to give you a warning. Since you only started fighting witches and wraiths, they are never easy-goers. You shouldn't underestimate them. A few Magical Girls I know suffered doing that. And you almost lost after fighting a wraith yourself."
"Wait... you saw me?"
"Beneath that mask lies your influence, Medeiros. Just your simple movements match your fighting."
"So what now? You don't look like you want to be friends."
"Indeed not. But I DO want to show you around more. In the eyes of others, you're a vigilante. Don't forget that your identity is sacred behind that mask you wear. I have my own... and it's called stealth." Homura heard a chuckle from him, making her glare. "This is no joke. That's how I fought wraiths since they don't exhibit labyrinths and barriers!"
"Think of being too high and mighty, and I'll start laughing more, Akemi."
"Whatever. You have your message. Oh, and one other thing..." Homura browsed her attire pocket just before she took a phone and threw it to him.
Alan was shocked, since it's his phone he's holding. "How'd you...?"
"Next time we meet... You'll know." Homura then started to walk out of the living room. "My number is in there. Just don't call at an inconvenience." She then got out of view from the living room, and a curious Alan was walking to follow her.
But she was gone. The front door was never opened and no other footsteps were heard when she left him. 'Strange... I guess she can either turn invisible, or make time go her way. That's why she was able to do that. But damn... Time?' He then used his phone and browsed his contacts, before seeing her name. "Akemi Homura." He muttered her name, knowing they found out each others' identities. But what was her play, and why did she want to do that and trust he can play by her rules?
Meanwhile... a battered Kyubey was on the roof of a tall building, stepping back from the figure making a shadow over him. "You're doing it again, Homura."
Homura glared at the Kyubey while holding a machinegun. "I'll never stop having problems with you, and so will others, right?"
"You know our fate." Kyubey's words were said while she aimed her MG at him.
"Then screw your fate. One after the other, you're dead either way." And with no warmth in her heart, Homura pulled the trigger as she made holes at the Incubator...
I don't know... but it's beginning to be fun.