Fool Bloom: A Magical Woman Quest
Born too late to be a magical girl, born too early to forget them…
That could've almost been Miyako Nozawa's motto, a metaphorical tattoo over her heart. The Frost Decade had finished by the time she'd been born, and already her twentieth birthday had come and gone.
Nothing could more scream that she was an adult by now than the winding, head-blurring college application form she was trying to make sense of, staring back at her from her laptop screen as she sat outside a countryside café.
If this is just the form, I don't even want to think about the entrance exams, it occurred to her as she briefly removed her glasses and rubbed her temples.
Neither alien-hide nor plant-hair had been seen of the Dandelionhearts since the Frost Decade, but even if they were still around, most likely she'd already aged past the cut-off date for them to have anointed her a Hanazakari.
Though maybe I shouldn't get so hung up on age, she thought,
'cause the Hanazakari would be in at least their mid-thirties by now. Ah, not like that's a problem, she apologised to nobody.
Speaking of Hanazakari, Miyako may have been meaning to fill out her application, but that wasn't the real reason she was here. She wasn't even there for the coffee and melon-pan, much as she slurped and munched them down, both better quality than she was told she should get used to in college.
No, she was keeping her eyes peeled for the very sort of person she admired most, for the chance to make her teenage dream come true, if the past the point of her actually being a teenager.
I'm going to meet a Hanazakari, a saviour of the world, in person!
Not that one as devoted to them as her had never met one before, just only fleetingly for an autograph or rarely photo. Japan's government and corporations made meeting a real Hanazakari pretty hard, most being registered under the title of Senshi with the former and as an Idol with the latter. Out of the three main designations for Hanazakari, that just left the independents, or 'Witches'.
She alt-tabbed to check the remains of the Hanazakari forums again. Yep, those rumours still spoke of a raggedy, auburn-haired woman in a tattered overcoat who lived on the outskirts of Hinodeharu. And Miyako needed no reminder this was Hinodeharu, her having come all the way out here.
Suddenly, a hush fell over the people sitting at and walking past the café, as they then slowly shuffled to the side. All this tension was over a single forty-pushing woman walking down the street, or more like stomping with her gait. A woman who was the spitting image of the Witch described to Miyako.
While everyone else avoided her, Miyako leapt out of her chair with her coffee unfinished, rushed right up to this woman (not the easiest thing to do in a long dress like hers), and exclaimed, "Hi there, I'm Nozawa Miyako! Really, really big fan, I came here just to meet you!"
The crowd gasped as the Witch slowly turned to gaze down at Miyako. "Tell me, girl," she said, "Do you go around forcing everyone into the spotlight like that?"
"What? Oh no, nonono, that's not what I meant to do at all!" Miyako said, her grin wavering and a sweatdrop trickling down her freckled face. "The forums just said you lived in this town, so I thought this could be my one chance."
"You realise you sound like a stalker, don't you?" the Witch told her, her tone of voice no less sour. She then sighed and said, "Alright, let's just get this over with.
[ ] You read my novels, don't you? So naturally you want me, the award nominated Kuramazov, to autograph one of your copies."
[ ] You look college age. Take it you're eager to make a good first impression on one of your lecturers? Because I'm sorry to say you've been doing the opposite so far."
[ ] You'd know I'm an archivist, so what, are there some hidden records you want? And why should I trust you with them?"
"Huh? Wow, sounds impressive, but I wanted to meet you for a whole 'nother reason. You know, the big one!" Miyako said.
But as Miyako beamed and grinned, the Witch just narrowed her eyes and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"That you're a Hanazakari!" Miyako let out. "You saved Japan, no, the whole word, from the Frost Fair! How could I not want to meet you?"
The Witch's expression changed, not to pleasure but paranoia. She placed a hand over Miyako's mouth and the other tight around her arm before the girl had any chance to react, then ran off with her into the nearby bushes. Not till the Witch had looked all around for a mysterious 'anyone else' did she finally release her grip on Miyako.
"
Who sent you?" she hissed at Miyako. "Because you look suspiciously young to be naturally into Hanazakari, I doubt you even lived through the Frost Decade. Did RUNE send you? Because whatever Yumemi's asking, my answer is still no. And that goes double if some corporation picked you!"
"You've got me all wrong!" Miyako shrieked.
Is- Is this really what a Hanazakari's like? she worried, with neither 'love' nor 'justice' being the impression she got. She took a few deep breaths to stabilise herself, then said, "I just… always wanted to meet a real magical girl. That's all."
Only then did the Witch's grim face soften. "Well, you've met one now," she said, sighing at herself. "More correct to say I
was a Hanazakari, the Frost Fair hasn't been seen for decades now. Really, no one's been a Hanazakari since then, no matter what propaganda will tell you. We said we would fight for all of humanity, not for militaries or corporations."
"Wait, you've all still got magic, right?" Miyako asked. As the Witch cautiously nodded, the girl followed with, "I've heard about all sorts of Hanazakari spells, I know you could use some of them to make people's lives better! Doesn't have to all be fighting."
"If only," the Witch muttered, "We were chosen to be weapons of war. Oh, the Dandelionhearts told us they just wanted to give the defenceless the chance to defend themselves, but they knew what they were signing us up for." Her voice lowered further as she said, "
Well, they're all dead now, like they have anyone to speak for them."
Then the Witch asked Miyako, "Hmm, you don't still know my name, civilian or Hanazakari, don't you? Assuming you really aren't a stalker, let alone a spy."
Miyako shrugged. "Yeah, still got no idea. Er, Yamino Hanako? Sato Suzuko? Spider Lily in Full Bloom?" she feebly guessed.
The Witch did have to smile a little. "Arisugawa Koyomi," she told her, "I figured you did have obviously no idea. That, or there's the slightest probability that you're some remarkable actor hired by RUNE, in which case they already would've told you. As for my old Title, it's Starknight-"
[ ] Belladonna
[ ] Black Rose
[ ] Queen of the Night
-in Full Bloom."
Miyako couldn't help but smile. While that wasn't a Hanazakari Title she really recognised, as opposed to big names like Cherry Blossom and Chrysanthemum, she was still getting to know a real Hanazakari!
Way better than being one among many to get an autograph, she thought.
Only then did she realise this talk had been a mostly one-way street. "Ah right, guess I ought to say more about myself. I'm Nozawa Miyako,
wait I already said that, ahem, and I'm a ronin. Er, obviously not the cool Sanjuro or Forty-seven kind, not even the salary kind," she awkwardly chuckled, before she tried to straighten up and say, "But I totally know what I'm gonna be studying, it's- it's-
[ ] Journalism."
[ ] Anthropology."
[ ] Art."
[ ] ...Okay I don't know yet, but still!"
[ ] Write-in
"I see," was all Koyomi replied to that with, before she took the conversation back into her hands, "Alright, you got what you wished for, you've met someone who can do magic and at some point was called a Hanazakari. Now, if those bystanders won't keep staring this time," she said as she looked out of the bushes then brought Miyako back with her onto the main street, "you're free to go. Fare thee well."
Learning that the first Hanazakari she'd truly talked to still wanted her gone stung Miyako, but something else drove the pain in deeper. "I, ah, don't have anywhere to go," she said, "I don't have any accommodation and, look, there's no way I can back to go my parents."
From the Hanazakari she'd heard about, Miyako would've expected an answer like 'they're your family, of course you can go back to them', but had to remember that not that many Hanazakari had the best home lives themselves. Koyomi however just asked, "Why is that?"
Miyako froze with every attempt to answer that question, before she just came out with, "I'm… a transwoman. Like, I am a woman, but my parents keep saying I'm not. More than just 'say', even." She grew cold and paralysed awaiting Koyomi's reaction, as part of her thought,
she's a whole generation before me, who knows what she thinks of transwomen? Another part, however, held onto,
she may not act like one, but Arisugawa-sama's still a magical girl. She can't be unloving, can't just cast someone in need aside like that…
"Fine, you can stay at my place," Koyomi said, relieving Miyako of her greatest fear. Of course, she was starting to sense that with Koyomi, there was always a catch. "But for one night only,
maybe two, you hear? After that, we're finding you some actual accommodation, a part-time job too if need be."
Koyomi may not have made the friendliest-sounding statement, but Miyako still smiled and said, "Thank you, Arisugawa-sama, it means the world to me."
You really are a Hanazakari…
Votes Summary:
Koyomi's Job:
[ ] You read my novels, don't you? So naturally you want me, the award nominated Kuramazov, to autograph one of your copies."
[ ] You look college age. Take it you're eager to make a good first impression on one of your lecturers? Because I'm sorry to say you've been doing the opposite so far."
[ ] You'd know I'm an archivist, so what, are there some hidden records you want? And why should I trust you with them?"
Koyomi's Hanazakari Title:
[ ] Belladonna
[ ] Black Rose
[ ] Queen of the Night
Miyako's planned degree:
[ ] Journalism."
[ ] Anthropology."
[ ] Art."
[ ] ...Okay I don't know yet, but still!"
[ ] Write-in- a historian or maybe an Anthropology heck even a psychologist I just love learning about humans though historian is probably what I'm going to go with (by Iris-Iven-Ibis)
[ ] Write-in: "I'm aiming for a Bachelor's in media and Communication!" (by Randino Treviani)
[ ] Write-in
Lewis Carroll said:
"We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near."