She speaks slowly, writing down her name in neat, unadorned strokes. Kure, like a gift, and Kirika, in katakana. You can't help but watch her hand closely as she writes - she looks like she's stilling her hand a little, as if she wants to write it a different way.
"Please take care of me," she continues awkwardly, eyes scanning across the room as she rises from her bow. Looking for the empty seat she'll be taking - probably hoping it'll be in the corner at the back of the room.
She smiles just a little as Saotome-sensei points it out, and she makes her way, relieved, to the seat in the very back corner, two behind Kyouko.
You hope she'll be able to see and hear everything properly, all the way back there.
-
A little later, during a lull between classes, you're sitting at your desk, chatting with Sayaka, Hitomi and Kyouko. It looks like Kure-san is being bombarded with questions by some of the other girls, but… she doesn't seem to be taking it so well.
Saotome-sensei had said she'd moved here from a rural town just a few days ago, and you're worried about her. Not only is she probably not used to the big city, but having lots of attention and crowds around her is probably a new and unpleasant experience for her.
And, well… Mitakihara Middle School is a bit special, too.
You want to try your best to make her first day at a new school a good memory.
So you quickly apologize to your friends and approach Kure-san's desk on your own, smiling calmly but just firmly enough to quieten down the girls crowding around her. Having been listening in a little, you'd noticed Kure-san wasn't really interested in anything the other girls were asking, just giving blunt one-word answers.
"Kure-san, are you okay? I can take you to the nurse's office if you're feeling unwell."
"Nn." The dark-haired girl looks up at you, not exactly pleading - she looks like she just wants to be left alone - but at least considering you as a means to escape.
"Do you know where it is?"
She shakes her head, not really brightening up, but at least enthusiastic enough about the idea to be getting out of her seat.
"I'm the health officer for this class, so… I can show you around a bit if you like, and if you decide you want to, I can take you to the nurse's office right away. Don't worry - it'll be no trouble!" you offer, still giving her a kind smile.
Her response is a little slow to come, but when she answers, it's in the affirmative.
"Sorry, everyone, but I really should help Kure-san get settled in," you offer to the other girls. Again, a little less consolatory than might be proper, but they had been crowding her.
"Oh, really? Sorry for keeping you." "We can talk later, right, Kure-san?" The group quickly breaks up, leaving just the two of you heading out of class.
-
The dark-haired transfer student is quiet as she follows you through the glass-walled corridors of the school, picking out a path that lets her keep her distance from the other students.
"Sorry about that. They don't mean any harm," you explain calmingly - though they really were bad at reading signals. "They're just excited because we don't get many transfer students."
"I'm not that special, am I?" she replies bitterly, eyes downcast as she arcs around a group of gossiping girls.
"Mm. Don't worry - if anyone gives you trouble, I'll help you out. We're classmates, after all," you say. Well, they are too, but that's exactly why they'd better be nice! "My name's Kaname Madoka. 'Madoka' is fine, though!"
"Are you sure? You shouldn't offer things like that so easily," she snaps back. Oops - it seems like you'd hit a nerve somehow.
"'Madoka-chan,' then! It'd be sad for you to keep calling me 'Kaname-san', that's way too formal…"
"If you're offering. Then, 'Kirika-chan' is fine, since you're going to ask."
Talking to this girl is difficult, you think. It's like she's constantly looking for ways to end the conversation…
-
"There's too much glass here," she complains after a while of walking in silence. "It's like there's no privacy at all…"
"Mmhm. They can dim the glass when we need to change, but it is kind of weird compared to other schools," you reply.
"That doesn't sound reassuring at all."
"No, it actually just makes it look like a normal classroom. This school was only built a few years ago, so it's really high-tech!"
"Why don't they do that all the time, then?"
"I… don't know, actually. Well, there's a few rumours about it, but they're mostly kind of occult. You could ask some of the other girls about it if you don't mind hearing about the Seven Mysteries of Mitakihara Middle School," you explain sheepishly. She did make a good point, though. "I don't know if anyone really knows."
"I'll pass. I'm not interested in shallow ghost stories."
-
A few hours later, you're sitting around outside during gym class. While the boys have high jump, you and the rest of the girls are running track. You usually finish fairly quickly, so you've got a bunch of time waiting for some of the others to finish.
Mostly Hitomi and Sayaka, really - Kyouko'd been behind at the start but eventually finished first with seemingly bottomless stamina, so the track team were nagging her to join them again, while Kirika-chan and Sayaka had sprinted ahead at the start, neither wanting to lose to the other, but Sayaka had overextended herself and fallen back behind even you by the end.
After she'd been struggling in math and history classes, though, it's good to see her doing something she can excel at, you think, heading over to sit beside her.
"You were really fast back there. Sayaka's a good sprinter, but you beat her and still managed to not fall behind," you gush, sitting down on the grass by Kirika's side. Somewhere in the distance, one of the boys in the high jump group is yelling, so things aren't exactly peaceful.
"O-oh, Madoka-chan, um… thanks," she replies with a soft sigh. "She's not bad either, though. She should pace herself more."
"Sayaka gets into situations like that a lot, ehehe. If she'd cut her losses, she could've caught up with you by the end - I'm sure of it."
"So… she lost to me because she was trying to impress me. Hah. It's like something out of a childish love story," she snarks, shaking her head.
It's a weird way of putting it, you think. And not just because it'd been so much more than she'd been willing to say up to now.
Still, you want to do something for her. Now she's comfortable talking to you, you're thinking about what you can do with her… but you don't want to overwhelm her. If you brought her to the mall with Sayaka and the others, it could easily be a repeat of the classroom earlier. So instead…
"Oh, Kirika-chan?"
"What is it?"
"Um… ehehe, well, I saw you were having trouble in class earlier, so I was thinking… maybe we could study together, and I could help you catch up?" you offer, thinking through your class notes. You'd always been good about keeping them organized, so maybe you could copy them and make a study guide out of them?
"You… you don't have to, you know?" she answers, looking very intently down at the grass around her feet.
"I want to, though. Because… because I don't want Kirika-chan to be struggling alone," you say, full of heartfelt feelings. It's a bit embarrassing, but she seems like the sort of girl who'd refuse if you aren't earnest like this.
"Um. Okay, if I can." the transfer student mumbles, looking around self-consciously. She still seems nervous - and a bit blunt, too - but you can see a blush creeping up on her cheeks. It's really cute, actually!
"Tomorrow after school, then? I… already promised Sayaka we'd go out today."
"I don't have any plans," she says simply - you'd thought as much, but it was good to be sure.
"Then, let's meet up tomorrow after class, and we can go to the library, okay?"
"I'll be… looking forward to it," she says, just as you catch a glimpse of Sayaka making her way over. Apparently she was finally done…
-
After school, you head over to the mall with Sayaka. And Hitomi. And Kyouko, actually, tagging along in the hopes of food other people were paying for, and which she'd somehow manage you and Sayaka into providing.
So now, after wandering around for a while, chatting and window-shopping, the four of you are helping yourselves to fast food, in the knowledge that if anyone leaves leftovers, those will also disappear into Kyouko.
And so you start explaining what'd happened with Kirika, and why you won't be able to hang out tomorrow.
"Huh, you agreed to do that for her?" Kyouko asks, between mouthfuls of burger.
"I mean, she really looked upset back there, and I don't want the others to take advantage of her…" you explain, after telling them you'd be busy tomorrow.
"Oh, Madoka… if you're this nice to her, you know she might start crushing on you…" Sayaka teases. "And, doesn't she look like the kind of girl who… you know…"
"Mmm? What is it, Sayaka?"
"Like," she covers her eye with her right hand, left hand curled into a claw… "Agh! The cursed power sealed in my evil eye is restless today! Unless I reap more souls with this scythe of mine, the seal won't hold! - that kind of girl."
"Eh? I don't think she's like that at all. She's just… bad at making friends, I think," you retort. Seriously, Kirika going around with an eye patch, like some kind of predator of the night? What kind of image is that?
"Aren't you just mad she was faster than you earlier, Sayaka?" Kyouko teases. "If you want me to train you, we can go out to the park later - but I won't go easy on you!"
-
"My, my…" Hitomi comments, delicately setting down her flimsy plastic cutlery as she finishes her meal. As much as she's having, anyway. She's the only person you've ever seen eat fast food like that… "Madoka-san, are you sure you've never met her before? You seem awfully taken with her."
"Hmm… well, I guess normally I'd say yes, but…"
"Huh? 'Normally?'" Sayaka pounces on your strange wording. "Is there something… abnormal that you're not telling us about?"
"Well, when I first saw her this morning, I thought… 'I've seen this person before.'"
Sayaka and Hitomi immediately burst out laughing, quickly followed by Kyouko. They're picking on you, right?
"That's great! Now you're turning into some kind of larger-than-life character…" Sayaka jokes - yeah, she's totally picking on you.
"That's mean! This kind of deja vu is no joke!" you reply awkwardly. "But… I definitely don't remember someone like her from elementary school, or anything like that, and she moved from quite far away too. She doesn't look like someone I've seen in a movie or on TV or anything either… she's not even someone I've seen in a dream or something weird like that."
-
"Hmm… there's only one answer, then. You must've been friends in a previous life, and you were brought back together across time and space by the cycles of karma…" Sayaka suggests smugly, not particularly serious. And yet…
"Maybe that's it, though… but, when I caught her eyes for a moment, it felt like…" You think back to that moment, trying to relive the feeling, and… "Like she was my rival somewhere, or… or an enemy. But that's silly, right…?" you say, trying to shake a foreboding feeling. You can't remember ever having an enemy before, but it just feels…
"A past life, huh?" Kyouko says, eyes on Hitomi's half-finished food. "You think that kinda stuff really exists?"
"It's more likely to be a coincidence," Hitomi points out. "It's possible that you saw her while you were on vacation somewhere, and remembered her appearance subconsciously, but the image became associated with something else. Still, I think if she really was your enemy, you wouldn't be trying so hard to get close to her…"
"Nah, this is Madoka we're talking about. I don't think she knows how to be mean to people," Sayaka jokes.
"I-I do too!" you retort, not really thinking… well, there's no real way to win with this one.
"Oh, is that the time?" Hitomi remarks all of a sudden, her phone out. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
"Piano lessons? Or do you have Japanese dance today?"
"Today's tea ceremony practice," she says, moving to scoop up her tray, still with some unfinished food. "Entrance exams are coming up, but mom still wants me to keep this up…"
"Hey, can I have that?" Kyouko objects, eyes on the remains of Hitomi's salad, drawing a "Cryptid…" from Sayaka.
-
Once the three of you are done, you head to an accessory shop - Sayaka'd wanted to help Kyouko pick out a new ribbon, and you're still thinking about your own red ones. For some reason, you don't want to just buy a new pair…
Sayaka's just picked out a bold, black and white patterned ribbon, which she seems much more eager than Kyouko about, when-
<Help me, Madoka!>
That voice… where had it come from?
<Save me!>
From that staff-only door, at the back of the shop?
If… someone's in danger, it's okay to let yourself in, right?
Nobody'll mind if you slip downstairs, through another store that's closed for renovations, or through the fire escape stairs, into an under-floor warehouse, dusty and barely used.
It's uncanny, seeing this part of the mall, passing by abandoned mannequins and packed-up displays, stacked-up pallets and empty shelving.
You come to a stop, unsure which way to turn next in the dark, only to hear the scampering of small feet amid the silence, just above your head. Feel dust tumbling down from the ceiling… followed by a loose panel, tumbling to the floor with a crash.
And atop it, a small, white-furred creature, its tail long and fluffy like a squirrel's, odd appendages emerging from its pointed ears encircled by floating golden rings. It looks hurt, badly bleeding…
<Save me!>
You're sure now - that creature is the one whose voice you heard - though you can't see it moving your mouth in the slightest.
You scoop it up into your arms without even thinking - even if at the moment you touch it, a strange premonition hits you - less of a message, more of an uncanny chill. More of the same deja vu…
But what's far, far more uncanny is that.
In the dark, you almost mistake her for a human at first - but no, what you're seeing is no human. An uncanny porcelain doll, her body painted in the blue-white pallor of the grave, dressed in a black jacket and skirt with a small white apron at the front. Her hair black and voluminous, done up in curls atop her head. Her eyes, huge and unblinking, a spiraling, unnatural blue with no distinction between iris and sclera. Her rictus grin too wide, like something from a horror movie.
She slowly stalks toward you, raising what looks like a giant sewing pin directly at you. Approaching until she's close enough to make eye contact…
And then lowers her weapon, takes it aside and… salutes, a group of four tin soldiers in grey and purple lining up behind her with their bayonetted rifles pointed upward.
What… had you just walked into?
-
You stare at the doll, trembling in her false salute, her troops lined up in a single rank behind her.
She stares back, unblinking, her blue eyes seeming to grow even more intense.
You keep staring, shifting the wounded creature onto your right arm, clutching it close to your chest.
She stares back, eyes widening even further - looking like they're going to roll right out of their sockets.
You don't blink, stepping forward, trance-like. You don't know if you've been controlled by her, or if something else, some even stranger force, is calling you forward.
She takes half a step back, fumbling. Her honour guard spin in place, breaking their formation and falling into a peculiar, teetering dance.
You speak, words rising without comprehension to your lips. "It's no good to be like that, ██████-chan. Doesn't it hurt?"
She fumbles, her pin tumbling from her hand and clattering on the ground.
You reach out to her cheek, cold and unyielding, and gently stroke it. "It's okay. I'm here for you…"
And slowly, silently, your reality frays and unravels.