WARNING: INCREDIBLY SAPPY BULLSHIT THAT DESTROYS ALL MY CREDIBILITY AS A WRITER AHEAD
SayakaQuest: Epilogue: Epilogue
Fifteen years to the day after Sayaka Miki and her friends defeated the most powerful Witch Japan had ever seen, she sat at a tiny desk in her home office, quietly filling out paperwork.
A glance at the corner of her computer's screen projection- which was doubling as her lamp, because Kyoko was a complete cheapskate- showed that it was ten minutes until midnight, and her paperwork was only a third done.
Being a police Detective- especially a Junior Detective- was more work than Sayaka had ever seen in her life, even counting last-minute cramming in college. Honestly, who even
used actual paper anymore? Let alone for routine, done-it-a-hundred-times procedure? The government, apparently. She didn't know menial, tedious bullshit could exist in such quantities. However, by the fact that she couldn't even remember the last four pages of it, it was time to pack it in.
She yawned, stretching in her chair. Sure, she could use magic to just whisk away the fatigue and keep working- technically, she didn't need to sleep at all- but that was a waste of magic, even with the near-limitless source of cleansing nearby. Sayaka knew that "near-limitless" was a far cry from "Infinite" and thinking otherwise would only make that even more true, so she instead turned off the computer and marked her place in the papers with a post-it.
Using the light of her phone, she made her way out of the office and down the hall of her apartment. By Mitakihara standards, it was small- which meant
gigantic, compared to most of Japan- but it was theirs. They'd moved in here five years ago, after getting married.
Kyoko had wanted to give away the trust fund they learned she had once she turned eighteen (a massive, barrel-chested lawyer had literally shown up to Sayaka's mother's apartment that very day holding a briefcase and a will belonging to Kyoko's mother) to charity. It had been over a week of arguments to convince her that it wasn't "mind-control money," but in the end, half had gone to various orphanages and youth help charities around Japan, and half of it had bought the floors and walls Sayaka was avoiding stubbing her toes against.
On her way to the bathroom, Sayaka quietly opened the door to their bedroom. Kyoko had gone to bed hours ago, and was sound asleep. She'd kicked off all the covers, as Kyoko Miki was
always too hot, and a restless sleeper at the best of times, with her long hair fanned like a red halo around her, her arms wrapped around her stomach. Sayaka smiled, and gently closed the door again. She started to walk to the bathroom.
From the other end of the hall, she heard the window in the kitchen creak. Sayaka froze, and a sword materialized in her hand from within a dim flash of light. Her sleepiness was gone.
They were on the 20th floor, and had no balcony. This was no burglar. At least, no ordinary human one. Sayaka turned on her heal, holding the sword in front of her, and crept back down the hallway to her kitchen. When she reached the doorless entryway, she slowly looked around the frame. What she saw made her instantly forget all pretense of stealth or caution. She nearly leapt into the room, sword held straight in front of her as she marched towards the window
"
You!" She yelled telepathically, "
I told you never to come near us again! Especially now!
What the fuck are you doing in my house?"
Sitting on the windowsill was Kyubey, the Incubator. Sayaka hadn't seen him in years, as she or Kyoko would kill him on sight. It didn't really hinder him in any way, as a replacement body would be there in seconds to clean up the mess, but eventually he had decided that the energy spent to recycle his bodies for no gain wasn't worth it.
Until now, apparently. His face, a strange mix of a rabbit's and cat's with no nose and nearly circular eyes that seemed to have no eyelids, was as expressionless as always, and ignored the sword advancing on him, staring into Sayaka's own murderous expression.
"
Greetings, Sayaka Miki," Kyubey said politely. "
Normally, I would of course not contact you, but I have information you might-"
Sayaka raised her sword. "
Not interested, you psychotic marshmallow. Once you clean up this body, take whatever information you have and-"
"It concerns your father," he interrupted in the same blandly polite tone.
Sayaka's heart stopped for a moment that had nothing to do with magic.
"What?" She said aloud. Then her expression turned even more thunderous than before. "How
dare you!"
Dismissing the sword in a puff of magic, she grabbed the incubator by the head. It compressed slightly, like an oversized tennis ball, in her hand.
"What, did you finally think of a way to try to fuck our lives over
now? Fuck you!"
Sayaka squeezed hard.
Just before Kyubey's head exploded in blood and fluffy material, his next telepathic words froze Sayaka's hand and spine.
"
He was killed by a Witch. We know it's location."
Years ago, when Sayaka was still a child, her father had left one day and ever returned. Suicide had long been suspected by the police, but no trace or evidence of him had ever been found.
It had long since occurred to Sayaka that he might have been eaten by a Witch, but to have it confirmed-
"You're lying," she managed to choke out.
"
I do not lie. We know that Hiroshi Miki went to Aokigahara after falling under the influence of the Witch there to commit suicide."
Kyubey fell through Sayaka's grip to the floor.
"He...Aokiga-"
"Sayaka?" She heard Kyoko's voice, soft and dim with sleep, from just outside the hall. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned.
Kyoko's belly, covered by a hastily-tied bathrobe she had not bothered with until a few months ago, came into view first. She waddled into the kitchen, looking around as she held one hand under it.
"What's going on? What are you yellin' ab-"
Her eyes fell on Kyubey, jumping into a chair. Her eyes instantly hardened into razor-sharp focus.
"You!" she snarled, throwing her hand out. The ring on that hand materialized into a bright-red gem trimmed with gold within her fingers. From the gem, a triangular spear blade erupted in Kyubey's direction. Moving so fast even Sayaka only saw a blur, the spear halted a few centimeter from Kyubey's eye. His only response was an expressionless blink.
"
Hello, Kyoko Miki," he said, "
And congratulations. Very, very few magical girls survive long enough to reprodu-"
The spear stabbed forward again until only a few millimeters separated it from his eyes. He stopped.
"Shut the fuck up," Kyoko snarled unnecessarily, looking at her wife. When she saw Sayaka's expression, her eyes widened in concern, then snapped back to Kyubey.
"What did you
tell her?"
"Aokiogahara..."
Kyoko looked back at Sayaka. "Aokio..? What-" Her eyes widened. The hand not holding the gem moved from her bump to her mouth. "Oh Jesus..."
"How strong is it?" Sayaka said softly.
Kyubey's ears flicked.
"
Aokigahara is estimated to have assimilated at least eight-hundred lesser Witches in its existence. The Walpurgisnacht-class Witch you assisted in killing was estimated to have been made of, at most, one hundred."
The only sounds in the apartment was the hum of the refrigerator and the muffled buzz of traffic below. Kyubey turned to the side, and jumped off the chair.
"What, you think you're gonna fucking
leave?" Kyoko yelled, recovering first, the spear following Kyubey across the room.
"
I have said all I need to say," Kyubey said, "
What you do with my information is your decision."
Then he walked into a shadowy corner and was gone.
Kyoko's hand dropped to her side limply, the spear dissolving with it. For several minutes, the two women stood in silence and darkness in their kitchen.
"Sit down, hon," Sayaka said softly. Kyoko nodded numbly, walking to the table. She pulled out a chair, and sat down heavily, rearranging her robe around her belly, though the garment had long failed at the task of hiding what was below. Actually, Sayaka could even see her wife's belly button poking up under the robe now; that hadn't been like that even this morning. Sayaka flicked a finger in the direction of the light switch, and the lights in the room slowly brightened so as not to hurt the occupant's eyes. Not that they would have cared in the slightest at the moment.
Sayaka took another chair next to Kyoko. Kyoko slowly slid her hand towards Sayaka, and took her wife's hand.
They sat their for several minutes, one woman silently comforting the other.
"Sayaka?" Kyoko said quietly.
Sayaka didn't respond.
"Sayaka, babe, talk to me," she said, more pleadingly.
Another silence, this one deep and awkward instead of comforting.
Sayaka stood up suddenly. Kyoko's hand followed her, but she didn't get up from her chair. Sayaka robotically walked over to a locked drawer, grabbing her keys off the wall. She seperated one key from the chain, and focused on it. In a flash of light, the key changed slightly to a blue, watery metal with veins of red running through it. She inserted it into the lock, and opened it.
This was the drawer they kept their Grief Seeds. Although the "Hurricane Monument-" actually Walpurgisnacht's huge Grief Seed- was enough to cleanse them and every magical girl within a hundred miles for most of their lives, they still had a stockpile from the occasional time a Magical Girl fell into despair. Each was carefully labeled and kept in separate compartments lined with black and white velvet. These were kept for emergencies, just in case, and in the event of emotional arguements or events.
Sayaka pulled out two, walked back to the table, and placed them on it.
Kyoko looked at the Seeds, her hands unconsciously moving over her midsection. She swallowed slightly. "Sayaka-"
"I am going," Sayaka said, her voice hard, though betrayed by a sudden waver at the end. "I-I have to."
Kyoko was silent for a long time.
"Why?"
Sayaka was too shocked to be angry. She stared at her wife with her mouth opened and eyes wide. "What do you mean, why?" she finally managed.
"Just listen for a sec, I know it sounds awful-"
"Of course it does!" Sayaka said, her voice starting to rise, "How could you-"
"Don't yell at me," Kyoko said, her own glare crystallizing, "Just hear what I have to say."
With visible effort, Sayaka calmed herself, though she looked on the verge of exploding again.
"Kyubey
wants you to do there. He wants to you get killed, Witch out, whatever. Both of us."
"But that's stupid," Sayaka said, "If I-we- die, then he still doesn't get shit."
"I know," Kyoko said, "But maybe he doesn't care. Maybe he's just super fucking butthurt about being wrong about all of us, and this is just, like revenge or something. Maybe he's not as emotionless as he thinks he is."
"This isn't about Kyubey, Kyoko," Sayaka said, "It's about my dad."
Kyoko looked down slightly. "
Believe me, I know how much it hurts to think about your dad. And eight months ago, I would have been
right there with you to go down in a blaze of glory or somethin. But Sayaka..."
She stopped, and looked out the window.
"That was what, twenty
years ago? It's so far in the past. We were practically babies then. But we have a
future now, not just a past."
Sayaka's face hardened, but her mouth set into the stubborn line Kyoko had learned to dread.
"It's not just about my dad. It's about getting justice on him against that Witch. That
murderer. And not just him. Eight-hundred magical girls, and how many regular people? We have to bring it to justice." Her hands balled into fists. Her knuckles turned white, and her hands began to shake.
Kyoko reached across the table, taking one of the Grief Seeds. She gently took Sayaka's hand, and pressed the Seed, not to the simple gold band on her finger, but to the blue jewel on the much more ornate ring next to it.
"You heard Kyubey. We barely beat Giggles,
with everyone. This Witch? It absorbed
eight times as many Witches, and you know that shit doesn't scale linearly."
Nobody had been as surprised as Sayaka at Kyoko's aptitude at maths, once she started going back to school. She wasn't as good as Homura, of course, but Homura had some unfair advantages.
"So what?" Sayaka said, not as vehemently after Kyoko cleansed her Gem but still with stubborn conviction, "It doesn't matter how strong it is, we
have to-"
"We can't."
Sayaka's eyes narrowed again as she prepared to blow. "It doesn't matter if we can't, we have to try!"
"No, Sayaka," Kyoko said, taking Sayaka's hands, "We
can't."
Kyoko pulled Sayaka's hands to her belly, and pressed her fingers flat against them. Even through the robe, Kyoko's roundness was firm beneath Sayaka's hands. Sayaka felt a soft kick.
Sayaka's eyes softened slightly, but not enough. "So we wait a bit. I know you're antsy to go back to work and fight, and once you have her-"
"We'll have a
baby, Sayaka."
Another moment of silence, with Sayaka's hands on Kyoko, feeling her wife breath through her bump and their child move restlessly from the noise.
"Sure, I want to get back to help out at the orphanage and help put the girls that turn into Witches out of their misery too, but we can't
do things like go kill ourselves against a super-Witch. Not any more. We'll have someone to take care of. We can't abandon her like that."
"We won't be abandoning her."
"We'll be dead. And it'll be completely our fault. As far as I'm concerned, that'll be abandoning her. I'm not gonna do that, and I'm not gonna let
you do that."
Kyoko's hands pressed Sayaka's down harder, until the firmness began to give very slightly. She felt another kick. "And this is
your baby, too."
Sayaka had never really paid attention in science classes until college, so when she learned that it was a relatively simple matter for two women to have a biological child thanks to modern science (and she secretly suspected a Wish or two), it was a mild surprise.
A bigger one was when Kyoko was
very insistent on being the birth mother, but eventually, Sayaka had figured out the reasons. After several conversations in which Kyoko had uncharacteristically shut down and stonewalled Sayaka every time she tried to ask why, Sayaka eventually just mulled on it on her own. After some thinking, she think she had it figured out, even if she didn't really "get" her wife's reasoning. Sayaka was a detective, after all, and puzzling out the truth was what she was good at, even if it didn't really make sense.
Sayaka's head fell. She sighed deeply, then walked to a corner cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.
"You know it's not fair to drink that while I'm like this."
It was said in jest, so Sayaka ignored it, instead pouring herself a shot and Kyoko a glass of pear-kiwi juice. She walked back to the table, placed the juice in front of her wife, and downed the shot herself.
Somehow, Kyoko had already finished her-very tall and full-glass before Sayaka could take her single swallow, and looked excessively smug about it for whatever reason. After a moment, her serious expression returned.
"It's probably not going anywhere, anyway."
The warmth from the alcohol vanished like smoke. "It's going to be killing people until then."
Kyoko nodded glumly. "Yeah. It will be. But that gives us time."
Sayaka looked at her wife. "Time to plan. Think up strategies. Gather girls." Kyoko took Sayaka's hands again. She couldn't lean forward very far, so Sayaka unconsciously leaned forward instead. "Sayaka, maybe, one day, we'll do this. But we'll need much more than we have. More time, more girls, more information." She began rubbing Sayaka's hand in gentle circles on her stomach. "And for her to grow up with her parents. Too many of us didn't get that. We should at least give
our kids that right."
"Kids?" Sayaka said, dumbly, mostly in shock that Kyoko was actually
agreeing with her, and partially because she knew that Homura was
extremely against having kids. Sayaka had heard some stories about how Christians had lots of kids, but Kyoko couldn't be thinking of having more
already, when she hadn't even had this one yet...
Kyoko grinned slyly. "Well, Akane and her husband are trying, apparently."
Sayaka couldn't help but let out a small, girlish squeal. "Really?"
Kyoko nodded. "Yup. I told her to name it "Gohan" if she has a boy. I think she would have punched me halfway to Ireland if it wasn't for-" she said, then waved her hands over her midsection like she was doing a magic trick.
"You're the only person I know that'd use being pregnant to taunt someone!" Sayaka laughed so hard she nearly returned her whiskey. When she stopped, they sat in silence again.
Damn, it's mood silence Bingo night, Kyoko thought to herself, but didn't air the idea. Sayaka never really got those kind of jokes.
For what felt like the hundred time that night, Kyoko took her wife's hands.
"So do you
promise me you won't go to Aokigahara?"
Sayaka was silent for a long, terrifying moment. Then, she slowly nodded. "Yes. I promise."
"Ok, now look at me this time."
Sayaka raised her gaze to Kyoko's piercing red one. "Yes. I promise I won't go to Aokigahara, Kyoko."
Kyoko, finally, smiled. "Good. I love you, you hopeless dweeb."
The tension flooded out of the room like a burst pool.
"Love you too," Sayaka said, standing up and walking towards the hall again to resume her interrupted trip to the bathroom. "I'm going to get ready for bed now."
Kyoko smiled. "Finally." She went to stand up as well, then slumped back down with a grunt. She frowned, and wiggled in her chair a little. She crossed her hands over her bump, as if she was suddenly self-conscious about it. "Wanna help me up?"
Sayaka stuck out her tongue. "You can't do it yourself, lazy ass?"
"
Sayaka!"