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onepassingnight2013-02-05 04:04 pm
kujikenai) wrote in onepassingnight2013-02-05 04:04 pm
*001* | Skyline
When she closed her eyes and sleep claimed the corpse the soul of Madoka Kaname thus controlled, she dreamed of better days.
What precisely? Anything one would think of: playing alongside her friends in a schoolyard, or even singing together in a too-small Karaoke box, the familiar sounds of badly-recorded J-Pop fluttering in the air. Madoka's heart often fluttered from event to event, grasping for the normalcy she'd left behind, and yet at the same time embracing the life she'd chosen to lead with no regrets.
Tonight was no different.
The school roof wasn't the most comfortable place to lie down, but Madoka cared little. She lied flat on her back, bentou long finished and neatly set aside. The sky was almost an endless expanse above her, with barely any clouds.
The sun didn't even shine in her eyes.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes. It was so warm. She could just lie here for a while. Nobody would mind, she was sure...
What precisely? Anything one would think of: playing alongside her friends in a schoolyard, or even singing together in a too-small Karaoke box, the familiar sounds of badly-recorded J-Pop fluttering in the air. Madoka's heart often fluttered from event to event, grasping for the normalcy she'd left behind, and yet at the same time embracing the life she'd chosen to lead with no regrets.
Tonight was no different.
The school roof wasn't the most comfortable place to lie down, but Madoka cared little. She lied flat on her back, bentou long finished and neatly set aside. The sky was almost an endless expanse above her, with barely any clouds.
The sun didn't even shine in her eyes.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes. It was so warm. She could just lie here for a while. Nobody would mind, she was sure...
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Truly, Madoka could have said the same thing. What was Homura doing on her school roof, acting like this, grabbing onto her as though they weren't on a roof at all, glancing her over as though...
...as though...
"Homura-chan, of course I'm..."
...She wasn't wearing her uniform. No, it was replaced with that...that purple dress she had grown to know so well, skirts fluttering around her as though caught in a passing breeze. And it wasn't just that, either...
Where were her braids? Her glasses? Even with her body in its proper shape, Homura never seemed to lose her glasses. And that ribbon...she'd never seen her wear that before.
There was something different about Homura, which raised more questions than answers.
But...
There was one thing that Madoka did know:
She failed again. Homura was once more a Magical Girl, doomed to suffer that cursed fate that she fought to prevent, again and again.
Truly, such a meeting could only be bittersweet.
Madoka's heart sunk, but her smile stayed intact, growing softer even as the realization hit her.
"...of course I'm here. Are you okay?"
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"I'm fine." It was all she needed to keep going. Despite her own concerns for Madoka, she was even smiling. Perhaps it was a fond eye, but she saw no changes in Madoka - There was the cute hairstyle, the gentle smile, the ribbons so similar to the ones she'd noticed on Homura. "As long as you're here."
It was as if she half expected Madoka to disappear right in front of her eyes. Part of her did expect it.