Beside Hitomi as you and she walk, you can see Sayaka nodding at something Madoka says to her. You spot Kyouko in the distance, waiting at the front gate of school. Sayaka spots her too, breaking off from her conversation with Madoka to run over to and embrace her girlfriend with enthusiasm. Your gaze turns to Hitomi, as you contemplate whether it's unusual that only two of your seven closest friends aren't in a relationship with another girl.
Or whether it's fair that, of all your friends, only Tomoe-san has as much trouble staying in a relationship as she does. "Is something the matter?" Hitomi asks as she catches you staring at her.
"No," you respond. "I was just thinking about some things."
How do you ask this without it sounding strange? "Is it ever unusual for you to think about how many of your friends are dating someone of the same sex?"
Hitomi shrugs. "At this point, it's just something I've come to accept about my circle of friends," she says. "Though, when I think about what you told us back then, I do occasionally wonder if you'd be different had a boy approached you before Kaname-san could. Do you think that would have changed anything?"
You try to imagine Madoka as a boy; his smile is still full of Madoka's signature kindness, but there's something in his pale pink eyes that looks like a mixture of both shyness and confidence all wrapped up into one indescribable emotion. He's a little bit taller than you, and his voice is slightly deeper, befitting the effects of male puberty on his form. His lips are thinner than Madoka's, but there's a familiarity to them that draws you in, makes you want to kiss them -
to be kissed by them - even though you know it's just an image in your head.
Even as a boy, you still want to be loved by Kaname Madoka. "I don't know," is your response to Hitomi. "But I know I'd still love Madoka even if she were a boy."
Madoka, now without a Sayaka to distract her with conversation, reaches over to take your hand into hers; "And I'd still love Homura-chan even if she were a boy," she says. Madoka's face turns bright red, and under her breath the mumbles something which you'll let her keep to herself.
But which you're sure is totally not about her and the hypothetical male you having children together, not at all.
"'Sup Spooky, Seaweed," Kyouko says as she and Sayaka finish their morning greeting. "How's it hanging?"
"Better than last night, that's for sure," you say. "Are you expecting Rider to show up and cheer for you when it's our year's turn to compete?"
"Who knows?" Kyouko says. "I mean, it'd be cool if he did, but I guess I could take it or leave it if Killer decides ta show or not."
Madoka presses a finger to her lips at Kyouko's question, before asking "Do you think Nurse Ortensia will be taking the morning off to see Oriko-chan competing?"
"I doubt it," you say. "She doesn't strike me as the kind of person who would bother."
"Well, this is certainly a surprise."
You and Minako arrive at Shirome's high school shortly before the first-years are set to compete. In your arms is a stack of lunch boxes containing sweet treats Kirika and Oriko might enjoy eating in-between events, and in Minako's hands is a small signboard proclaiming support for your daughter and her girlfriend. You and she are moving through the crowd to take your seats at the bleachers, when you spot an unexpected mop of ash-white hair. Caren Ortensia turns towards you and Minako as you call to her, rolling her eyes but making no complaint as she scoots over and gives the two of you room to sit down beside her. "Well, you two
aren't a surprise, so I guess that events things out."
"Did you come to cheer Oriko on?" Minako asks. "I know you're not good at showing it, but I'm sure she appreciates that you've come to see her."
Ortensia nods. Even after all this time, getting a read on that woman is so hard you still haven't figured out whether she loves - or even cares about - her cousin in the slightest. "I haven't heard from Assassin all morning," she says to you in an attempt to change the topic. "Have you heard anything from her lately?"
"I stopped by the construction site earlier to see how things were going," you say. "She was quite interested to hear that her sister had been summoned."
Assassin's face contorts as it changes to a bright red colour. Her fists tremble uncontrollably, and she screams at you "You're telling me that bitch was also summoned?" You take a step back as Assassin glares at you. "That bitch was summoned and no one thought to tell me until now?"
"Calm down," you say. "We only found out ourselves last ni-"
You never get to finish that sentence, because in one swift motion Assassin has knocked you to the ground. "Tell me where she is, right now!" she screams, punching the ground beside your head with enough force to leave a crater. That would have been your head, if you hadn't moved.
"What good would it do if I did tell you?" you ask. "You've got a Geis that prevents you from fighting her, don't you? How do you intend-" You have to move your head again; and again; and again, in order to avoid Assassin's punches.
"I don't care!" she screams. She's stopped punching, but her hands haven't unclenched yet, and are still trembling. "I'll break it if I have to! I don't care about the consequences! As long as I can kill her that's all I care about!" It takes both Lancer and Caster to pry Assassin off of you, but without binding her mouth there's nothing either of them can do to stop her screaming "It has to be me! Me! Me! Me!"
Ortensia hardly bats an eye at your use of the word
interesting. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest," she says. "Those two have always had a... Poor sibling relationship. It's almost enough to make me pity her."
"Do you know why Assassin hates her sister so much, then?"
"I doubt she'll ever tell me the reason, but from what I
can gather, it all boils down to jealously, pure and simple." Beside you, Minako sits in silence, the look on her face one asking
'What have I gotten myself into by coming here?' "Growing up, she always felt overshadowed by her sister in the eyes of their parents, and for everything she worked for, her sister had it handed to her, one thing after another. Eventually, the desire to prove herself to her sister turned into a hatred for her." Ortensia smiles, adding "Of course, this is all just speculation based on what I've seen of her dreams. I'm sure there's more to the story than that, but I can only speak for what I've seen."
You nod, and ask Ortensia "Speaking of things that you've seen, what do you make of that girl Tomoe was fighting last night? I asked Caster and he didn't have much to say about her, but maybe your sense for the supernatural caught something his didn't."
"Well, she's not a human, that much I'm sure of," Ortensia says. "Your girls give off a strange vibe, but they're still recognisably human. That girl
isn't. As for what she
is, I don't know. She could be another homunculus like that Hijiri girl, or she could be a witch that's taken on a human form like the Assassin servant from a year and a half ago. Or maybe she's something else entirely. There's enough weird things going on in this district that it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest."
"Yeah," you say as you fail to make a count of all the weird things you've seen since being summoned. "There sure are."
You keep your distance as Lancer talks Assassin down from her rage, and the two return to their work stations as Caster stays behind. "You wanted to speak with me, I presume?" Caster asks. "I doubt you would have come all this way just to tell Assassin that her sister has returned. Come, tell me what it is that ails your mind."
You hate to sound accusatory, least of all not when Caster has been nothing but helpful - the complete opposite of the Gilgamesh you once knew - but you need to know. "Is there anything that you aren't telling us about this situation with the Saints?" you ask Caster. "You aren't usually this quiet. Is there something you're not telling us, or is it something that comes after all of this that you're worried about?"
Caster's gold earrings give off an audible *clink* as he nods his head. "There is a black cloud which looms over this War," he says. "My Sight is clouded by it, and I fear for what may be the cause. There is some trickery at work by the Pleiades Saints which obscures my ability to See them, but this black cloud is not of their doing. It comes from the south of the city, spreading its tendrils over more and more of my Sight the longer I stare."
The south... "Where Walpurgisnacht's Grief Seed fell?" you ask. "Do you think that has something to do with it?"
"It would seem that much has to do with our masters' inability to recover Walpurgisnacht's Grief Seed," Caster says. "It would be foolish to assume that this is unrelated. It is unfortunate that my Sight cannot penetrate the darkness, or else we might have a better idea of what is coming. But I fear for its arrival, Archer. There are few things in this world which can hide from my Sight; all of them, to my knowledge, are spells or Noble Phantasms of the highest caliber. Whatever this is, Archer, it is powerful, and we would be wise not to forget that."
You nod. "I'm guessing the fact that you can't See much about the Saints means you're in the dark about the origins of that girl who looks like Kazusa Michiru? What about her weird, berserker-slash-Dead Apostle-like state?"
"It is as you assume, Archer. I know she is not Kazusa Michiru, but I cannot See what she is that might wear her form. Having not met her in person, I am not equiped to make that judgement, not when my Sight is as obscured as it is."
Again, you nod. "What about just their base, then?" you ask. "You were able to see some of the Saints' pasts, so maybe you can tell me about the layout of Angelica Bears before the Saints started living in the basement? What's down there?"
"Before the Pleiades Saints, there was nothing," Caster says. "I am unsure how that is possible, but beyond a certain point there is simply no building occupying the space where Angelica Bears now sits."
[Homura] Wat do?
[Archer] Wat do?