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[ficlet] All the things you aren't [Puella Magi Madoka Magica]
Title: All the things you aren't
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Characters: Madoka Kaname, Homura Akemi; Madoka/Homura
Rating: G
Words: 591
Summary: A vignette, on the first evening of the first timeline when Homura learns Madoka is a magical girl.
Madoka escorts Homura home. Homura protests - the witch is dead, her home isn’t far away, Madoka’s done so much already - but Madoka insists. Witches about or not, it’s never a good idea for a young girl to walk alone. Besides, there are important things that Madoka wants to ask Homura.
Madoka isn’t sure how to bring up her concerns, at least not in a way that might hurt Homura’s feelings. For awhile, they walk in silence. That normally wouldn’t bother Madoka, but Homura looks so tense that she wonders if she’s scared her. Mami had said it was important to keep her status as a magical girl a secret. The idea that Homura might be afraid of her makes Madoka feel a little sick.
They’re almost at Homura’s apartment when Madoka finally gathers the courage to speak. “Akemi-san…” She reaches out to touch her shoulder, and Homura actually shrinks away from her hand. Madoka’s cheeks burn red with shame. She should have known better than to just grab Homura- she’d been through so much, not just tonight with the witch, but with leaving the hospital and returning to school. It’s not so strange that she might not like being touched. Madoka pulls her hand away and hopes the smile on her face looks friendly, not forced.
“Akemi-san, I just want you to know I’m really glad you’re back in school,” she says, faster than she’d intended. Homura looks at her, the streetlight reflecting off her glasses and obscuring her expression. Madoka decides to keep going and hope she doesn’t say anything that sounds too stupid. “And I’m glad that you’re in my class, because I think you’re really nice and cool and, and…can we be friends?” The last comes out high and girlish, and Madoka thinks her whole face might burn away from pure embarrassment.
Homura stares at her for what seems like hours. Then, her mouth curves into a shy, small smile. “Thank you, Kaname-san. I’d love to be friends.” Her voice is calm, mature. Madoka wishes she sounded like that, instead of an over-excited little girl.
“I don’t live too far away from here. Do you want to walk with me and Sayaka to school?” Madoka thinks she sounds like a girl talking to her first boyfriend. Thank God she can’t blush any harder. Homura just nods, sending her long dark braids bouncing. She has the most beautiful hair Madoka’s ever seen, even prettier than Mami’s blonde curls.
“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow,” Madoka says. She’d like to give Homura a hug, but she doesn’t dare. Madoka is always excited to make friends, but she’s not a kid anymore and it’s weird to go around hugging people just because you want to. Instead, she takes a step back and waves. It feels more awkward than a hug. Homura waves back, and her smile becomes wider, so it’s not all bad.
“Be careful, Kaname-san,” Homura says as Madoka leaves.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay!” Madoka calls out behind her. She runs all the way home and it feels like she’s walking on clouds the whole time, though she’s panting and sore by the time she gets to her room.
She’s glad Homura wants to be her friend. She remembers the witch-whispers, the lonely words meant to poison a girl’s heart. She thinks of Homura walking alone, her head bowed and shoulders slumped, listening to those words without knowing where they came from. The memory makes Madoka sick with anger.
Madoka remembers Homura’s smile instead, its warmth, and falls asleep, content.
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Characters: Madoka Kaname, Homura Akemi; Madoka/Homura
Rating: G
Words: 591
Summary: A vignette, on the first evening of the first timeline when Homura learns Madoka is a magical girl.
Madoka escorts Homura home. Homura protests - the witch is dead, her home isn’t far away, Madoka’s done so much already - but Madoka insists. Witches about or not, it’s never a good idea for a young girl to walk alone. Besides, there are important things that Madoka wants to ask Homura.
Madoka isn’t sure how to bring up her concerns, at least not in a way that might hurt Homura’s feelings. For awhile, they walk in silence. That normally wouldn’t bother Madoka, but Homura looks so tense that she wonders if she’s scared her. Mami had said it was important to keep her status as a magical girl a secret. The idea that Homura might be afraid of her makes Madoka feel a little sick.
They’re almost at Homura’s apartment when Madoka finally gathers the courage to speak. “Akemi-san…” She reaches out to touch her shoulder, and Homura actually shrinks away from her hand. Madoka’s cheeks burn red with shame. She should have known better than to just grab Homura- she’d been through so much, not just tonight with the witch, but with leaving the hospital and returning to school. It’s not so strange that she might not like being touched. Madoka pulls her hand away and hopes the smile on her face looks friendly, not forced.
“Akemi-san, I just want you to know I’m really glad you’re back in school,” she says, faster than she’d intended. Homura looks at her, the streetlight reflecting off her glasses and obscuring her expression. Madoka decides to keep going and hope she doesn’t say anything that sounds too stupid. “And I’m glad that you’re in my class, because I think you’re really nice and cool and, and…can we be friends?” The last comes out high and girlish, and Madoka thinks her whole face might burn away from pure embarrassment.
Homura stares at her for what seems like hours. Then, her mouth curves into a shy, small smile. “Thank you, Kaname-san. I’d love to be friends.” Her voice is calm, mature. Madoka wishes she sounded like that, instead of an over-excited little girl.
“I don’t live too far away from here. Do you want to walk with me and Sayaka to school?” Madoka thinks she sounds like a girl talking to her first boyfriend. Thank God she can’t blush any harder. Homura just nods, sending her long dark braids bouncing. She has the most beautiful hair Madoka’s ever seen, even prettier than Mami’s blonde curls.
“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow,” Madoka says. She’d like to give Homura a hug, but she doesn’t dare. Madoka is always excited to make friends, but she’s not a kid anymore and it’s weird to go around hugging people just because you want to. Instead, she takes a step back and waves. It feels more awkward than a hug. Homura waves back, and her smile becomes wider, so it’s not all bad.
“Be careful, Kaname-san,” Homura says as Madoka leaves.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay!” Madoka calls out behind her. She runs all the way home and it feels like she’s walking on clouds the whole time, though she’s panting and sore by the time she gets to her room.
She’s glad Homura wants to be her friend. She remembers the witch-whispers, the lonely words meant to poison a girl’s heart. She thinks of Homura walking alone, her head bowed and shoulders slumped, listening to those words without knowing where they came from. The memory makes Madoka sick with anger.
Madoka remembers Homura’s smile instead, its warmth, and falls asleep, content.