This Is My Battlefield (Homura Akemi)
|This Is My Battlefield (Homura Akemi)|
|Date of Cutscene:||29 January 2016|
|Synopsis:||Homura tries to mentally prepare herself for the battle with Walpurgisnacht, and remember why her battle is so important. She's stressing out, because everything is at stake.|
|Cast of Characters:||Homura Akemi|
Homura closed the front door of her apartment behind her, stepping into her living room. Rain had drenched her hair, but she didn't care. She had so much more on her mind than how gorgeous her hair was. Or wasn't, currently.
She dripped as she walked across the white carpet, past the digital display of the swinging pendulum. Her hairband was removed and tossed onto a couch. Her school uniform would have to be washed. Did she really have time for something like that right now? Heck with it. She'd just leave it for later.
Her school clothes were dumped onto a damp pile, on top of a towel, while she put on something more casual for the evening.
"Well... I better get going."
"But... Tomoe-san... That thing killed her!"
"I know... but someone has to stop Walpurgisnacht, and I'm the only one left who can."
"No! You can't beat it by yourself. It's too strong! It'll kill you, too Kaname-san!"
"Even so, I have to protect everyone. It's my job. I'm a magical girl."
"Why? You knew you would get killed all along. It wasn't worth saving me if you're not alive. I want you back."
"Is that really what you want, Homura Akemi?"
The water from the sink ran into her cupped hands, and she splashed it into her face. She reached for a towel, and as she dried off she saw herself in the mirror. Homura's cold, almost hateful eyes looked right back at her. It was a dark gaze, almost judgmental. It was the kind of look that you'd give someone if you hated them.
It disturbed her, because it wasn't how she felt inside. Inside she didn't feel hateful. She felt terrified. Walpurgisnacht has always marked the end of everything that she loved, and it was coming tomorrow. So why didn't that reflect on her face? Why couldn't she see that in her eyes? It was like she wasn't even looking at herself.
Homura turned away from the mirror, flicking the light switch off as she left the room. Whoever that girl was in her reflection, she was pissing her off.
"What's wrong? Kaname-san? Say something!"
"Why is this...?"
Madoka held up her Soul Gem. No... it was a Grief Seed now. She screamed as magic left her body, and created a terrible Witch.
"Oh no. But... why? How could this... happen?"
"I have to tell everyone. We're all being tricked by Kyubey!"
Her hands gripped the sides of her head, and she leaned forward. The softness of her couch did not comfort her at all. There was no backing out of the fight now, and the danger was far worse than she had even told anyone. She only told them how to deal with Walpurgisnacht. She never uttered a word about what would happen if Madoka joined the fight... and became a Witch.
They would be woefully unprepared. She knew that. Yet how would they prepare for that fight? By killing Madoka? Would Madoka even fight back, if she knew what was at stake? Homura knew she couldn't tell anyone. She didn't care about the fate of the world. She only wanted to keep Madoka safe.
Her knuckles were white as she tightened her grip. What if she couldn't keep her safe? What if this was one final failure that she could never take back? What if something terrible happened, and ruined everything after she had done all she could think of to do?
She had Mami and Kyouko. She had Sailor Moon and her friends. She had WPS backing her up. She even had the Dark Kingdom. She also had the Inquisition, whom she had specifically trained for this one fight. Was it enough? How could she be sure? How could she ever be confident when she's already failed so many times?
"This is it. It's over for us, too."
"Do you have any Grief Seeds?"
Madoka shakes her head no.
"Hey. I've got an idea. How about we both become Witches? Then we can tear up this rotten world together... until there's no more evil... no more sadness. Until there's nothing left. We'll break, and smash, and pound it into dust. But if we did that, wouldn't that be great?"
"Sorry I lied. I guess I still had one left."
"But why? You should've used it!"
"It's better this way. I want you to do something that I couldn't do. You can go back in time. Right, Homura? You can go back and change everything... so that we don't end up like this, okay? And then save me from being stupid. From getting tricked. Don't let Kyubey fool me again."
"I swear I'll save you. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I'll come back again and again and again. I'll save you, I swear!"
"Thank you. Can I ask... one more thing? Don't let... me turn into a Witch. There's awful, horrible things in this world. I know that now. But there's a lot of things worth protecting, too."
"Finally... you call me by my first name. I'm so... happy."
A black bundle of fur hopped into her lap. Where once Homura stared into the ground, she now saw the eyes of her cat staring back at her. It lifted one paw and put it against her chest, and Homura could not help but smile down at it.
Letting go of her hair, Homura dropped one hand down to the kitten, petting her gently, stroking her back and scratching her behind the ears. The little black furball leaned into her petting and purred, lying down in Homura's lap.
That's right. She still had something to protect, didn't she? No matter how scared she was, she still had her mission. She still had her conviction. It wasn't enough to run away from her problems. She had to keep Madoka safe. This was her last, and only chance, to make that happen.
No matter how she looked at it...
"This is my battlefield."