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[July 7] [Madoka Magica] Days of Golden Light
Title: Days of Golden Light
Date/Theme: July 7, "All that's blessed by light."
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Characters: Mami. Appearances by Kyubey.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 903
Notes: Set before the series.
Summary: Mami Tomoe makes a wish, and piece by piece, she puts together the consequences over the mornings that follow.
On the day after the accident, Mami could not recall waking up. All she could remember was sitting in front of the window and watching the sun rise on a world she thought she would never see again, just the day before.
It had been dark in that car. Her vision had already started to fade when the smiling white creature appeared at the shattered window. He'd offered her a chance to return to the light. No more, and no less. Of course she'd jumped at it. Who wouldn't? The dark was frightening. The dark meant losing everything. Mami wasn't ready to lose everything, and so she took his offer and grasped desperately at the light.
"Keep me alive! Don't let me lose my hold on life!" That had been what she said, blurted out hysterically in that moment. She'd wanted to keep clinging to that bright world.
But here she was, watching the light spread out over the city, and she didn't feel like she'd returned to it. The world cradled in that light felt like it belonged to someone else entirely.
Eventually, the little white creature jumped in the way of her view. "Are you still thinking about what happened yesterday? That's no good! You have a lot to prepare for. You're a magical girl now." And he began to explain everything she'd need to know.
Mami couldn't remember what else she did that day. Someone might have come over to her empty house to check on her--a distant cousin, perhaps, or someone arranging the funeral. But they probably belonged to another world entirely, so she remembered little of them.
* * *
On the second day after the accident, Mami woke up in panicked tears. Actually, she barely woke up at all, as she'd barely slept. All night she'd been thinking about how the next day, she'd have to fight witches for the first time, and so she'd only managed to drift off shortly to sleep before dawn. But she'd almost forgotten that the funeral for her parents was today, and when her half-sleeping brain remembered, she bolted upright in bed.
Outside, sunrise had ended just a little while ago, and red-gold light spilled over the city. It didn't feel like something Mami could take part in. She had a funeral to go to, and witches to fight.
"Are you ready to fight witches?" asked the strange white creature, who had introduced himself yesterday as Kyubey.
Mami wasn't ready at all. Her hair was a tangled mess from all her tossing and turning, and her eyes were full of unshed tears. She tried to smile at Kyubey. She practiced giving him a little half-bow from her bed. Why couldn't she smile for the creature who had given her back her life? How shameful that was. She'd turned into a really rotten girl. "Of course. Would you give me a few moments alone, Kyubey?"
"If that's what you need." He jumped down from the dresser and vanished out of the room.
Mami tried to cry out all her tears there and then, but things got difficult when they just kept coming. In the end, even though she'd woken up not too late, she was late for the funeral.
* * *
On the third day after the accident, Mami woke up from a nightmare. In it, the witches she'd fought the night before had surrounded her and torn her apart, wrenched her away from the life she'd given up so much to protect.
Golden rays of sunlight slanted in through the windows. Somehow they managed to just miss Mami herself.
She got up, and she went to make breakfast. Her hands didn't shake, which was really an improvement. She hadn't cried since waking up, which was also an improvement.
Mami made tea.
But halfway through preparing the tea, she looked down at the cups in front of her and realized that there were three of them. Out of force of habit, she was making tea for her parents as well as for her. She'd always been a good girl, before, and some habits were hard to break.
That was when she started crying.
* * *
On the fourth day after the accident, Mami woke up well after the sun had risen with her head pounding from how late she'd stayed up fighting witches the night before. It wasn't good for her. She was too young to be staying up that late. Her parents had always made her go to bed no later than ten at night.
She started to tell herself that after making such a selfish wish she had no right to worry about little things like headaches, but instead she started crying.
* * *
On the fifth day after the accident, Mami learned that if she took a shower first thing in the morning, she could cry to her heart's content with the water washing over her face and hiding the tears. It was just one more useful thing she could learn; she was learning many such things. On the sixth day, she might learn how to prepare tea with a smile on her face; on the seventh, she might devise a quicker method of defeating witches, leaving her more time to spend tossing and turning alone in her room at night.
On these days, Mami made her way into a new world, leaving behind the brilliant one she had wanted so badly to cling to.
Date/Theme: July 7, "All that's blessed by light."
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Characters: Mami. Appearances by Kyubey.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 903
Notes: Set before the series.
Summary: Mami Tomoe makes a wish, and piece by piece, she puts together the consequences over the mornings that follow.
On the day after the accident, Mami could not recall waking up. All she could remember was sitting in front of the window and watching the sun rise on a world she thought she would never see again, just the day before.
It had been dark in that car. Her vision had already started to fade when the smiling white creature appeared at the shattered window. He'd offered her a chance to return to the light. No more, and no less. Of course she'd jumped at it. Who wouldn't? The dark was frightening. The dark meant losing everything. Mami wasn't ready to lose everything, and so she took his offer and grasped desperately at the light.
"Keep me alive! Don't let me lose my hold on life!" That had been what she said, blurted out hysterically in that moment. She'd wanted to keep clinging to that bright world.
But here she was, watching the light spread out over the city, and she didn't feel like she'd returned to it. The world cradled in that light felt like it belonged to someone else entirely.
Eventually, the little white creature jumped in the way of her view. "Are you still thinking about what happened yesterday? That's no good! You have a lot to prepare for. You're a magical girl now." And he began to explain everything she'd need to know.
Mami couldn't remember what else she did that day. Someone might have come over to her empty house to check on her--a distant cousin, perhaps, or someone arranging the funeral. But they probably belonged to another world entirely, so she remembered little of them.
* * *
On the second day after the accident, Mami woke up in panicked tears. Actually, she barely woke up at all, as she'd barely slept. All night she'd been thinking about how the next day, she'd have to fight witches for the first time, and so she'd only managed to drift off shortly to sleep before dawn. But she'd almost forgotten that the funeral for her parents was today, and when her half-sleeping brain remembered, she bolted upright in bed.
Outside, sunrise had ended just a little while ago, and red-gold light spilled over the city. It didn't feel like something Mami could take part in. She had a funeral to go to, and witches to fight.
"Are you ready to fight witches?" asked the strange white creature, who had introduced himself yesterday as Kyubey.
Mami wasn't ready at all. Her hair was a tangled mess from all her tossing and turning, and her eyes were full of unshed tears. She tried to smile at Kyubey. She practiced giving him a little half-bow from her bed. Why couldn't she smile for the creature who had given her back her life? How shameful that was. She'd turned into a really rotten girl. "Of course. Would you give me a few moments alone, Kyubey?"
"If that's what you need." He jumped down from the dresser and vanished out of the room.
Mami tried to cry out all her tears there and then, but things got difficult when they just kept coming. In the end, even though she'd woken up not too late, she was late for the funeral.
* * *
On the third day after the accident, Mami woke up from a nightmare. In it, the witches she'd fought the night before had surrounded her and torn her apart, wrenched her away from the life she'd given up so much to protect.
Golden rays of sunlight slanted in through the windows. Somehow they managed to just miss Mami herself.
She got up, and she went to make breakfast. Her hands didn't shake, which was really an improvement. She hadn't cried since waking up, which was also an improvement.
Mami made tea.
But halfway through preparing the tea, she looked down at the cups in front of her and realized that there were three of them. Out of force of habit, she was making tea for her parents as well as for her. She'd always been a good girl, before, and some habits were hard to break.
That was when she started crying.
* * *
On the fourth day after the accident, Mami woke up well after the sun had risen with her head pounding from how late she'd stayed up fighting witches the night before. It wasn't good for her. She was too young to be staying up that late. Her parents had always made her go to bed no later than ten at night.
She started to tell herself that after making such a selfish wish she had no right to worry about little things like headaches, but instead she started crying.
* * *
On the fifth day after the accident, Mami learned that if she took a shower first thing in the morning, she could cry to her heart's content with the water washing over her face and hiding the tears. It was just one more useful thing she could learn; she was learning many such things. On the sixth day, she might learn how to prepare tea with a smile on her face; on the seventh, she might devise a quicker method of defeating witches, leaving her more time to spend tossing and turning alone in her room at night.
On these days, Mami made her way into a new world, leaving behind the brilliant one she had wanted so badly to cling to.