No Regrets

She was certain that Homura didn’t get very many visitors. She had known for awhile that the girl was here, but had finally decided that she needed to say these things out loud.

“Akemi?”

She called out the girl’s name as she entered the prison.

Another day in her cell, another day of nothing except resentment for her former friends. She looked at the blue haired individual that approached her cell, the ravenette immediately running to her bars and gripping them tightly as she glared at Sayaka.

“No, that’s not why I came here. Badgering you with the same questions would just give the same answers.” She knew everything other Sayakas had asked anyway. This was something new. “There’s no point in that.”

She had guessed that this Homura may not have met goddesses other than Madoka, and wouldn’t think any of them would bother coming here. On the other hand, she was sure that Homura theorized correctly that they did exist somewhere. After all, once time travel existed, so did the infinite possibilities of other versions of yourself and others.

“I came here to say some things to your face. Some things that are on my mind all the time.” Her eyes glowed blue a few times as she spoke. “While I am the same Sayaka you know, I am also not. You can think of me as the same kind of being the one who put you here is.”

“I’d like to start out by telling you that I’m sorry. I failed to save you. I should have listened all those times you tried to tell me what was coming. While even right now, I could undo it, I would never do so without your consent. Maybe one day you’ll call for me and tell me you want that. I know it’s a silly idea that only I would want, and you’d likely laugh at me for it. I can’t lie to myself and say that I don’t want it though.”

Yes, the eternal desire to be a hero. That was Sayaka in a nutshell. To this end, she was just as imprisoned than Homura was.

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“Because they’re all me…” She caressed Homura’s face, showing her more intimate memories. “That’s me too… and that… Yes that…” She chuckled at the thought of what Homura might be thinking. “And see, you might not have realized it when you had part of the law of cycles, but that means all of them are you too. You just can’t recall it because you lost that part.”

Homura’s face blushed as more memories were shown in her mind, involving the two being very close together. They were so close together right now, it felt weird and yet the memories she was being fed were saying that this was normal and nothing new.

She stared at the devil, the conflicting the feelings getting worse and worse with every passing second. She’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want this kind of thing with Madoka, but with Sayaka…well, her confused mind spat out the only thing it could think while it was being shown the memories. It couldn’t lie to itself with proof being shown right then and there.

“You would never lie about it, would you? Tell me you won’t ever lie to me. Look me right in the eyes when you say it.” She got off the desk and stood in front of Homura. When she did so, she flicked her wrist to allow everyone to continue moving.

Unknown to Homura, someone had made a paper ball and thrown it at her. Sayaka knew this and used it to her advantage by grabbing Homura and turning so that the paper ball hit her instead. “Are you okay?”

“You don’t know do you?” She flicked her wrist, giving Homura countless memories of Sayaka protecting her and helping her with things when she was still wearing the braids and glasses. Of course, Homura wouldn’t know which of those were real or not.

Homura grunted slightly as the new memories assaulted her mind, seeing them all at once like it was some kind of movie. Had she been from this universe or if she had many fond memories of her own Sayaka to begin with, this might have worked.

"Because they're all me..." She caressed Homura's face, showing her more intimate memories. "That's me too... and that... Yes that..." She chuckled at the thought of what Homura might be thinking. "And see, you might not have realized it when you had part of the law of cycles, but that means all of them are you too. You just can't recall it because you lost that part."

“Let’s get one thing straight here.” She said with a calm voice. “I told you that you were going to do it. I never said I was going to force you to do it.”

She smiled as she finished her sentence. “That’s the part that makes this interesting doesn’t it? If I’m wrong, then why don’t you just prove me wrong?” Was she serious about this? Actually, yes she was. “If I forced you, then it takes the fun out of it.”

She glanced around. “See, I never had a legitimate opportunity to do all of this the right way. Yes, I’ve made a few minor alterations, but as you’ll see, all of this isn’t as fake as you might think it is.”

Now that Sayaka had gotten all of her initial frustrations with Homura out of her system, she was ready to move on. She never liked to dwell on things very much.

Homura sighed as the other froze everything around them, staring at the devil as she rubbed her arm. She was genuinely surprised at the response the other gave to her outburst, having expected far worse from the devil. While it didn’t help her relax at all about this, it did help ease the suspicion somewhat.

“You don’t know do you?” She flicked her wrist, giving Homura countless memories of Sayaka protecting her and helping her with things when she was still wearing the braids and glasses. Of course, Homura wouldn’t know which of those were real or not.

“Now it’s time for you to tell some more truths.” She walked around Homura, looking at her in the face. This was going to get really silly, but yet so entertaining. “Are we ready to have fun together?” That’s not a rhetorical question or anything.

She snapped her fingers, and the both of them were in their old school uniforms. “I feel like it’s my responsibility to make sure you have this experience. Soooo…”

“You’re going to confess to me and ask me on a date.”

She snapped her fingers, and they were back at their old school. Everything looked normal too. Even the people looked normal. Everyone was there. Though, if she were to talk to them, they would only say what Sayaka wanted them to say.

However, at the next question, she figured she had no choice except to answer lest there be some kind of consequence. “I s-suppose so…”

However, when they were back in their old school uniforms at the school, Homura was trying to process the sudden change. It took her a few seconds, but once she realized what Sayaka had said, her face contorted into a snarl.

“Let’s get one thing straight here.” She said with a calm voice. “I told you that you were going to do it. I never said I was going to force you to do it.”

She smiled as she finished her sentence. “That’s the part that makes this interesting doesn’t it? If I’m wrong, then why don’t you just prove me wrong?” Was she serious about this? Actually, yes she was. “If I forced you, then it takes the fun out of it.”

She glanced around. “See, I never had a legitimate opportunity to do all of this the right way. Yes, I’ve made a few minor alterations, but as you’ll see, all of this isn’t as fake as you might think it is.”

Now that Sayaka had gotten all of her initial frustrations with Homura out of her system, she was ready to move on. She never liked to dwell on things very much.

She took Homura’s hand, letting  single nail dig just ever so slightly into the skin on the back of it.

“You walk around pretending that all those things you did were justified don’t you? You think that letting others suffer is okay as long as you accomplish the sole goal of satisfying your own need of feeling like you matter. Oh yes, I know what you’ve done…”

She dug her nail just a little farther into Homura’s hand.

“You think I’m terrible, don’t you? Let me key you in on something…” She got so close to Homura’s ear that her lips were almost touching it. “You’re right… I am terrible. The difference between us is simple. You believed that you had a right to do all the horrible things you did. I on the other hand, don’t care either way…”

She backed up and let go of Homura’s hand, actually turning her back to the other for a moment, before the best idea hit her.

“Why don’t we be friends? Just like old times?”

Her head turned slowly to Homura. “That’s right… Just like old times…” She snapped her fingers, two purple bows and a very familiar pair of red top groove glasses appearing and floating in the air between them.

“Old times when you were the real you…”

She walked back to Homura, this time raising her chin and making their eyes meet.

Homura held back a hiss of pain as the other’s nail dug into her into her hand, before raising an eyebrow at Sayaka. The two had never really been friends in any of the timelines, so what was so different in this universe. 

She was about to question it again when she saw the purple bows and glasses appear, eyes going wide a bit at what the other was implying at. For the first time this conversation, she felt afraid as the other explained what she wanted her to do.

She didn’t want to go back to being that weak girl who couldn’t do anything right or save anyone. She had spent so long trying to escape that, becoming someone else. And in an instant, she was going to lose all of that and go back to how she was before.

Before she could reply however, her vision went blurry as she felt her eyes become how they once were, having a hard time seeing anything. She turned to the mirror and cringed a bit as she could barely see herself, grabbing her glasses and fiddling with them to get them on properly.

Afterwards she went about braiding her hair, though with how long it had been since she had last done it, it took her a few minutes to get it braided with the bows laced in. Her expression was nothing, but shame as she looked at herself, trying so hard not to shiver like a leaf.

“Now it’s time for you to tell some more truths.” She walked around Homura, looking at her in the face. This was going to get really silly, but yet so entertaining. “Are we ready to have fun together?” That’s not a rhetorical question or anything.

She snapped her fingers, and the both of them were in their old school uniforms. “I feel like it’s my responsibility to make sure you have this experience. Soooo...”

“You’re going to confess to me and ask me on a date.”

She snapped her fingers, and they were back at their old school. Everything looked normal too. Even the people looked normal. Everyone was there. Though, if she were to talk to them, they would only say what Sayaka wanted them to say.

She waived her hand, Homura’s clothes changing to a nice black and blue dress. “Of course, everything looks good in those colors. Wouldn’t you agree?” Sayaka was clearly slightly crazy. “I also feel like some music.” She flicked her wrist, a soft symphony beginning to play from the speakers in the room. “Much better.” Her head bobbed back and forth for a moment as she listened to the music.

“I don’t give things to those that aren’t willing to give in return. You’re starting to bore me Akemi. I’ll give you thirty seconds to entertain me, or someone is going to pay for your inability to follow through. That’s typical for you though, isn’t it? Not finishing what you start?”

Her eyes opened and her grin widened to a disturbing smile. 

“Believe me when I tell you… I keep my promises… If you want answers, you’ll have to come get them. On the other hand, every time you mess up with me, you’ll be messing up things for someone else. Who might that be you ask?”

After all, she knew how a devil thought better than anyone, she knew how cold and heartless she could be.  And the other also seemed a bit unhinged and that terrified her to no end.

She sighed as the other waited for her answer, her gaze still a glare, though her tone was much more agreeable when she spoke.

She took Homura’s hand, letting  single nail dig just ever so slightly into the skin on the back of it.

“You walk around pretending that all those things you did were justified don’t you? You think that letting others suffer is okay as long as you accomplish the sole goal of satisfying your own need of feeling like you matter. Oh yes, I know what you’ve done...”

She dug her nail just a little farther into Homura’s hand.

“You think I’m terrible, don’t you? Let me key you in on something...” She got so close to Homura’s ear that her lips were almost touching it. “You’re right... I am terrible. The difference between us is simple. You believed that you had a right to do all the horrible things you did. I on the other hand, don’t care either way...”

She backed up and let go of Homura’s hand, actually turning her back to the other for a moment, before the best idea hit her.

“Why don’t we be friends? Just like old times?”

Her head turned slowly to Homura. “That’s right... Just like old times...” She snapped her fingers, two purple bows and a very familiar pair of red top groove glasses appearing and floating in the air between them.

“Old times when you were the real you...”

She walked back to Homura, this time raising her chin and making their eyes meet.

”Do you really see help as a weakness?”

”Clearly you would rather lose yourself to whatever is going on then get help.”.

“Yes, because it’s honestly JUST that simple.”

“Because that’s REALLY just the answer.”

“Such a pleasant mood you’re in today… You know, I find your frustration cute Akemi.” She stood and walked around her in a circle, wearing her very nice black suit.

“I think I might just stay around to see more of it.”

“How about no? More importantly who invited you?”

“Oh, right. No one.”

“I invited me. I don’t need your permission to do what I want. Plus, you simply lack the charisma to get what you want. If you have me however, you just might get somewhere.”

She paused and thought for a second.

“It’s not like I gave you a choice really. You’re dealing with me regardless.” She started laughing and poked Homura’s shoulder.

Crunch! The sound of a bite of apple right behind her as the feather landed on her shoulder. Crunch crunch! The sound was next to her, then on the other side of her. The sound was coming from all angles before the source would show itself in front of the violet ex devil.

“Well well… Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” A grin came across what was surely the last face Homura had expected to see as the source of the crunching.

There sat Miki Sayaka across from Homura, wearing a very nice black suit, with a dark blue flower in her hair. She was eating a red apple. Crunch!

“It’s moments like these that make living through bad times worth while. I’m sure YOU would know ALL about that, wouldn’t you Akemi?” Suddenly, Sayaka was sitting next to Homura, tilting her head and looking at Homura crooked. “You smell like fear and uncertainty.” She leaned in to whisper right in Homura’s ear as a flurry of black and blue feathers fell around them.

“How wonderful that is, when I haven’t even gotten started with you… Enough of the small talk though. I’m getting bored of that expression.” She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, the two were in a dance studio. “This is what I consider dramatic irony, straight from the pages of your own book.”

She reached out her hand to Homura. “Now I will give you two choices. See how nice I can be?” She grinned to the other again, this time it was rather twisted. “You can dance with me, and keep me entertained for a little while, or…”

This was the moment where the blue devil truly got her enjoyment.

“Or we can go visit the lovely goddess in pink, and maybe she would like to dance with me… Me, her best friend… Her childhood friend… Me, the one who said Madoka-chan would be my bride…”

She froze as she heard the crunch of an apple and a feather landing on her shoulder, knowing the devil had found her. She wasn’t surprised either, she knew this would happen sooner or later.

However, she was left speechless when she saw Sayaka in front of her in a suit, noticing her sinister tone. She…she had somehow become a demon in this universe, which begged the question what happened to everyone else.

She didn’t respond to the other, knowing full well it’d be pointless until she was done speaking, though she was getting a bit creeped out the longer this went on. She flinched slightly when they were suddenly in a dance studio, still looking at the devil as she made her offer.

She waived her hand, Homura’s clothes changing to a nice black and blue dress. “Of course, everything looks good in those colors. Wouldn’t you agree?” Sayaka was clearly slightly crazy. “I also feel like some music.” She flicked her wrist, a soft symphony beginning to play from the speakers in the room. “Much better.” Her head bobbed back and forth for a moment as she listened to the music.

“I don’t give things to those that aren’t willing to give in return. You’re starting to bore me Akemi. I’ll give you thirty seconds to entertain me, or someone is going to pay for your inability to follow through. That’s typical for you though, isn’t it? Not finishing what you start?”

Her eyes opened and her grin widened to a disturbing smile. 

“Believe me when I tell you... I keep my promises... If you want answers, you’ll have to come get them. On the other hand, every time you mess up with me, you’ll be messing up things for someone else. Who might that be you ask?”

”Do you really see help as a weakness?”

”Clearly you would rather lose yourself to whatever is going on then get help.”.

“Yes, because it’s honestly JUST that simple.”

“Because that’s REALLY just the answer.”

“Such a pleasant mood you’re in today... You know, I find your frustration cute Akemi.” She stood and walked around her in a circle, wearing her very nice black suit.

“I think I might just stay around to see more of it.”