School, school. It was something the ravenette had to keep up with, aside from her witch-hunting and the other stuff going around. To her, it just added even more unneeded stress, and she would be lying if she said ‘I don’t find it boring’because she did at times. There were far more important things for her. Though something was catching her attention for some reason. Was this her place at all?
Her purple eyes looked over the classroom searching for whatever was poking her today. A familiar red ribbon was more or less screaming for her attention because of it’s color, and soon enough her eyes found it as her eyebrows raised. Huh. Her mind ignored the math, too busy staring at the person.
After some minutes of merely observing, it’s holder seemed to be stuck in some kind of daze, perhaps she was falling asleep. The dark-haired girl was seemingly being remembered of the times she would sleep on class, which would affect her grades heavily. Her old self was messy. But that was a long time ago anyway. It was long gone.
Eventually, her mouth opened to speak. “Are you okay?” It was quiet and barely hearable, but the ravenette thought the other would be able to hear it. Talking in class wasn’t something she would do, but she just wanted to make sure.
Her eardrums would easily pick up the voice that reached out to her. But her neck, her head, felt lazy. It was as if some kind of force of nature that would refuse to give her the willpower to cooperate with the sound, with anything around her. She struggled, subconsciously that is. Nevertheless, she turned her head towards the person, with her arm lazily supporting her chin.
Her mouth was wide open. Her choice of words were lost in the sudden confusion. It’s as if a hand came out of a void, and grasped onto her neck, incapacitating her ability to raise her voice. Cat’s got her tongue alright. It took her a good minute, 60 seconds. Just blankly staring at her other self. The last time she was ever so dazed like this, so… dumbstruck at something was when she realized witches were born out of magical girls. Or perhaps her another self was born out of her imagination? No, that couldn’t possibly be it.
No, wait. What. Oh, right, I’m tired. Yes, that must be it. I was daydreaming, and suddenly I dozed off into sleep. I must be hallucinating. After all, I did wear glasses before. Perhaps maybe now, due to my horrible past eyesight, I’m now suddenly having some sort of eye cancer. Right, that’s it. Problem solved. Back to sleep.
Right, now, time to just lie her head down on the desk and forget she saw anything. It was all a hallucination, after all. Yes, just a spectre of her imagination. Yet, why is her eyes still fixated on her other self. Her ribbonless self?
(I dont know who else I owe replies to, I’m gomen)
She watched as the other flipped her hair and listened to what the other was saying. “That makes sense…” Pause. “…Taboo fantasies? Wait, what?” The ravenette looked confused. Maybe the other was joking around like her old self used to, but…
After all, I am you, and you are me. Homura’s eyes looked away at that statement but quickly looked back at the other again. The way the other was talking and acting, plus her magic signature, this didn’t seem like her. Could this be the real Akemi Homura?
“―――Once upon a time, there was a girl
A nonexistent girl who didn’t belong in society
But her beauty would bring her great fortune, yet great despair
Faster than anyone’s wildest dreams
But the girl only accepted one specific chivalric knight within her heart.”
After her silly short story, the messiah would sharpen her eyes towards the other. Quite intimidating, but she never meat no fear nor harm.
Now, why would she steal Madoka’s ribbons? That was just more strange. And maybe it got slightly more strange when she saw the other so… happy? I wonder…
“Why would you steal it?” The purple eyed asked quietly.
Homura ran her fingers through the locks of her hair, gently combing in between with her fingers. She then flicked them, and over her shoulders. Her all-knowing trademark action.
“Because, I need a symbol… a trinket of sorts, of Madoka to keep me company. Or I just simply need it for the taboo fantasies that we both know and share together.”
“After all, I am you, and you are me.”
This was not quite right.
She raised her eyebrow at the sarcastic remark, but the ravenette opted to reply normally. ”That ribbon is Madoka’s. How did you…?” Hmm… “Did she give it to you… or something?”
It seemed almost amusing in a sense, to see her former self linger about on her ribbons. Perhaps she should flick at the curiosity even more.
“I stole it, ehe ♪.”
She replied, as a slight giggle followed her words, smiling. a smile that the other would have never expected gained from her brutish loops of time.
It didn’t look like she was getting a break any soon. Her purple eyes looked over her alternate. She was almost exactly like her, but something caught her attention the most. “That… Your ribbon…”
“Yes, my ribbon.”
She gave a weak smile. Purple hues peering over to her other self, whom seemed to already figure out the meaning of the said ribbon tied on her hair. The ebony scoffed off the tense moment with a slight sarcastic remark.
“You seem quite peculiar about it.”
I dont mean to be mean, or an asshole or anything
I’m not giving out the URL homuraakemi
That blog’s been there ever since the airing of Madoka, and that url has a lot of precious roleplaying memories of mine. Whether it be with people I dont even care for anymore, or never face again. They were still precious moments that I’d like to keep within that URL.
“Happy Valentines Day.”