After one-hundred and three loops, she won. And the proof had landed right in front of her, in the form of an enormous, shifting grief seed. She stared at it in silent disbelief, as the other magical girls congregated around her.
"So...that was Walmart night, huh?" Kyouko snickered. "I thought it was gonna be tougher."
"I got a couple of holes in the chest." Sayaka muttered.
"That's 'cause you suck."
Sayaka pouted. "Says the girl who got her lower half liquidized."
"Liquified. And that was a bullshit attack!" Kyouko shouted.
Mami nodded once, as she stared at the grief seed in front of them. "...Hard to believe, isn't it, Akemi?"
"...In a way...yes." Homura breathed out. "...It..." She paused as it finally caught up with her. She stared into the sky as the rain fell, with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I...we did it." She said. "A-after all of this time...I-I saved Madoka Kaname's life."
[Chapter One: I Won]
Homura woke up in a panic. She panted, her breathing ragged and worn as she stared at the wall in front of her. She grasped at her throat, as though choking herself would get the feeling of dread out.
That was before she realized what day it was. "It...it's May fifteenth." She said to herself, quietly. "May fifteenth, twenty fifteen." She said it over and over, as though to convince herself. "It's May fifteenth." She tried to flip her hair again, only to realize that it had been cut short, now just reaching the back of her neck instead of the small of her back
"And you fell asleep on the couch again."
Homura let out a yelp as she turned to the voice. Standing there was Junko Kaname, dressed for work. "You know, if you're going to stay over so often, I'll just buy a new bed. I'm sure Madoka wouldn't mind it."
"W-what?" Homura shook her head. "Wait...you said this yesterday, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Before you fell on the couch. Again. And I'm going to keep saying it." Junko sighed, before she walked out. "Either way, I have an early meeting. If Madoka wonders where I'm at, just tell her not to worry, alright?"
"Uh...okay, Mrs. Kaname." Homura muttered, before she stared at her bare feet. "...I won." She said to herself. "I won. I won."
[=]
Homura Akemi was now eighteen years old, dressed in a nice girl's school outfit. She stared aimlessly in front of her as she sat, before suddenly, right behind her, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
"Homura!" Madoka shouted. Homura turned around to see the other girl right behind her, with her hair tied up in a ponytail. She giggled lightly. "Good morning!"
Homura paused, before she gave her a smile back. "Good morning, Madoka."
"...Are you okay?" Madoka asked. "Is your Soul Gem getting dirty again?"
"I really am okay." Homura muttered. "You don't need to worry."
"You've been saying that since forever." Madoka said. "...I think I have a right to know if my girlfriend is hurting."
Homura paused. "...I'm still in mild disbelief." Homura said.
"It's been years, Homura." Madoka said. "...You fought a hurricane and won."
"I know but..." Homura paused. "Nevermind."
"Nevermind?"
"Nevermind, I'm being stupid."
"What's stupid?"
"It's nothing, Madoka!" Homura shouted, before she slapped her hands onto her mouth.
Madoka just paused, before she frowned. "...It hurts to see you like this." Madoka said, quietly. "...I know it's hard to talk...but it does hurt." She looked at her. "...Let's get ready for school." She said. "Okay, Homura?"
"I..." Homura bit her lip. "...Okay."
[=]
Kyouko Sakura was a student at Mitakihara High, right smack-dab in the middle of the city. She wasn't really that good a student, though it wasn't for a lack of brains...rather, she was just fucking lazy, in her own words. She was just that fucking lazy.
So incredibly lazy, that she had struggled with one assignment, simply because it required two more problems than she had expected to finish. Her reaction, when Sayaka had told her to finish it, could be summarized by her first two sentences.
"Fuck it! I'm done!"
So here she was, walking to school, talking to said Sayaka.
"No. I don't wanna do it. I have a date tonight."
"What, another floozy girl that you're gonna dump next week?" Sayaka said, flatly.
"No!" Kyouko shrieked. "...Okay, maybe."
"You're hopeless." Sayaka muttered.
"Hey, at least I'm trying!"
"Not hard enough, apparently!" Sayaka rolled her eyes. "You're gonna be an old lonely lady one day."
What are you talking about? The shoe's in the process of dropping right now. Seriously, Homura is an absolute wreck of a human being and it shows. She needs some serious counseling, and it's unlikely she'll find anyone qualified to deal with all of her issues. Said issues are only going to come further and further to the forefront the longer she's not getting help, which will almost certainly cause strain between her and Madoka.
I believe you meant stigma Lili. And who knows she probably won't because well she's a broken character. The only way she's going to therapy is if our favorite Pinky drags her to see a doctor.
Homura's, depending upon how long she's been time traveling, several years older then any of the other girls.
She manages to steal weapons either from the JSDF or the Yakuza, she has her own magical apartment, like Mami, and she's certainly smart enough to be self-sufficient.
Her parents could be scum-bags who don't care, or they could be look for their missing daughter who practically left them behind. Homura did pretty much just walk out of the hospital in the later jumps.
Earlier on, when she was just making car bombs from internet research, we saw her in a more mundane housing. Later on, we see the elegant magic apartment with the Pendulum. Some sort of transition happened there.
There's enough room there to write particularly any angle you want I'll note.
I'm kind of tired of the "Parents are scumbags" in these situations.
Homura in this particular story was traveling for 103 forty-five day loops. That's about twelve years, eight months. Homura would be thirty by the time of this story.
Homura in this particular story was traveling for 103 forty-five day loops. That's about twelve years, eight months. Homura would be thirty by the time of this story.
I think the way Moid does it normally is that they are outside the country on Very Important work and Homura couldn't come with them due to her heart condition, and they provide her with money and assistance (how much and of what quality varying) until they can get back.
How much they actually contribute-actively trying to make sure their daughter is doing as well as possible vs. "throw money at the problem and let her take care of herself"- depends on what Moid wants to do for the particular story. They are more the latter in, say, Sayakaquest, but they could be more accidentally neglectful here (and feel guilty about it) as opposed to intentionally so (and don't really give a rat's ass).
Shitty sketch nothing Moid. It encapsulates everything we know about a homu that wins. The 1000 yard stare, the bags under her eyes from not sleeping well, the frazzled hair from having an actual life and having to do things other than stalk a Madoka.
