Sidestory 8 - Workplace Chatter
"Bye Mom! Have a nice day at work!"
As Madoka headed off to school carrying a sleeping Kyubey in her arms, she pondered for a moment how strange her life had gotten recently. A lot of it was frightening, like Witches and seeing people acting strange and whatever it was that Sayaka, X, Mami, and Homura were fighting but weren't supposed to talk about. Sayaka had let slip yesterday that there were things even more horrible than Witches, and that she thought that X probably came here to hunt them. Sayaka had a lot of theories about X, ranging from her being a veteran from some sort of Magical Girl war to a time-traveller to a reformed villain who outlived all their old rivals. Madoka didn't really know what to think. She wasn't even a Magical Girl, and no matter how much Kyubey insisted she couldn't really accept the idea that she would be stronger than people like Mami and X when she did make a Contract.
Mami was really the perfect Magical Girl. Refined, talented, caring, she was absolutely amazing. Even if actually being a Magical Girl seemed so much harder and more difficult than shows always made it seem, Mami seemed every bit the archetypical heroine right down to her calling out her attacks before using them. Seeing her trying so hard was really inspiring. She had welcomed Madoka and Sayaka into her life and promised to guide them through the challenges they would face as Magical Girls. When Mami was around, Madoka always felt a bit more confident. It was like Mami believed in her so much that Madoka couldn't help but believe too.
X was… a lot like Mom. They both had that commanding presence to them, like they always knew what to do and how to deal with whatever was happening. She was way older and more experienced than anybody else there, and it showed. Madoka wasn't sure if she agreed with all of Sayaka's theories on who X was, but sometimes they actually seemed pretty accurate. Between her demeanor and those soldiers she used, X really did seem like a General or some sort of military leader. Mami seemed unfamiliar with X's abilities, and when Madoka had asked Kyubey once the mascot creature had admitted to having little idea as to what X was. Whatever X had done to protect her when they first met hadn't worn off yet, as Madoka discovered when going completely unharmed after tripping over a chair one morning. X was a mysterious person, but clearly strong and caring. It did make Madoka wonder why the older woman was all alone now, though. Even Madoka could tell she clearly had experience fighting alongside and directing others, but she had been alone before meeting them and never mentioned anything about having friends or allies they would be looking for. It wasn't any of Madoka's business though, so she did her best to put it out of mind.
Sayaka was a Magical Girl too now. She hadn't told anybody what her Wish was, but Madoka could put two and two together. Kyousuke's injury had miraculously been cured the same day Sayaka had contracted, and nobody had been happier for him than her. Her Magic was really impressive too, even if Sayaka seemed a bit disappointed that she had to stay back all the time. But if Madoka could choose, she would want Magic like that. Fighting really wasn't for her, but healing or supporting people? She had always wanted to be a doctor, and since it was implied that balancing such a demanding career with being a Magical Girl would be next to impossible Madoka hoped she'd still be able to help people in the same way if she made a Contract. Sayaka would find her footing eventually, Madoka was sure of it.
Homura was kind of cool, too. Madoka could tell that, as cold as she acted, she wasn't a bad person. She was always talking about how being a Magical Girl was too dangerous or would get people hurt, so she must have just be trying to protect them in her own way. She had fought alongside Mami, X, and Sayaka when it counted, so she definitely wasn't a bad person. But there was something fundamentally broken in the dark-haired Magixal Girl. Madoka remembered the transfer student approaching her even before Kyubey did, telling her to value her life the way it had been before. That was her telling Madoka to stay out of things right from the beginning, wasn't it?
Homura was probably right about her. Because Madoka knew that she wasn't the kind of person who could be a hero.
But if she could at least be there for everybody, then it would be worth it anyways.
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Something was wrong with Hitomi, and everyone could see it. Her clothing was messy and askew, her hair wasn't done properly, and she kept staring off into space in the middle of class.
"I'm really fine, Sayaka. There's no need to worry."
"That's not even remotely true!" Sayaka exclaimed. "Look, you can just tell us what it is. Are you sick or something? You don't look well."
"I-I can take you to the nurse's office." Madoka offered. But Hitomi just shook her head slowly. After an awkward pause, she speaks up again.
"There's no need for you to worry. Everything is fine, after all. I actually feel great."
Madoka and Sayaka exchange a worried look.
"Do you think this could be… you know… a Witch? They have those Kisses they use on people"
"We could ask Mami. She'd know, wouldn't she?"
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Madoka is doing her very best to stay calm. Her memories of the night are fuzzy, but she can clearly recall a bright, gentle light guiding her forwards. Everything is still a blur as Homura unlocks Madoka's front door and steps into her house. It should probably be more disconcerting that the other girl has a key to Madoka's house, but at the moment she's still trying to process everything that has happened.
She almost died, didn't she? If Homura and X hadn't been there, she would've died. And her whole family would've died, too. Madoka couldn't do anything about it. She had been struck just like everybody else, and very nearly paid for it.
Neither girl speaks as they lay the still-sleeping civilians in their respective beds. Even with the weight of the Forest Guardian's presence lifted, the dark night remains a heavy burden bearing down on the pair. The sounds of the city are muted and hollow, the rustling of small animals barely noticeable. Madoka stood in her room alongside her classmate, unable to decide what to say.
"Think carefully about what I warned you of." Homura says at last, breaking the silence. "The life of a Magical Girl will only lead to grief. If you care at all about what you have now…" Her voice trails off, and in that moment Madoka noticed the other girl shaking. Only slightly, practically imperceptible in the dark, but still undeniably there.
"Thanks," she says, and Homura freezes completely. "for saving me. If you and X hadn't been there, I would have died. If there's anything I can do for you, please tell me." The Magical Girl remains fixed in place, that same stern expression now perfectly still.
"X…" Homura's voice trails off again. "She's a strong person. You should take her advice and not get any more involved than you have to."
"Do you think she'll be alright? I know she said she'd be okay, but she was missing an arm. I'm afraid that she just doesn't want us to worry."
"X will be fine." Homura answers. "She claimed that it would grow back. Self-healing to that level is uncommon but not impossible, though individuals who can regenerate to such a degree tend to be far more foolhardy and get themselves hurt pointlessly." she continues, and it sounds to Madoka as if Homura has someone in mind as she says it.
An uncomfortable silence settles over the room.
"So, are you… going to be staying here tonight? You can use the bed, I can-" Madoka starts before being cut off.
"You should sleep in your own bed. I am used to uncomfortable arrangements." Homura says, dragging a sleeping bag out of nowhere. Her attention is not on the conversation, but fixed on something outside that Madoka cannot see. Once more, the two lapse into silence as they each crawl into their respective beds.
"Goodnight, Homura."
A long, overwhelming silence fills the void. Just when Madoka thinks she will go unanswered, Homura's voice cuts through the empty room. She sounds afraid, uncertain, not at all like her ordinary self.
"Goodnight, Madoka."
And the night is quiet once more.