Puella magi~

[palewhimsy.]

"Umm... guys, are you OK?" Hotaru asked, then realised they didn't know she was there.

[Magicress]

“Don’t you see? If everyone thinks like that, then there’s no point in living at all! Everyone will die sooner or later, not just us, magical girls. But wouldn’t it be better if we lived with joy instead? Maybe one day, you’ll turn into a great person that can do great things for this world! Even if we are going to be enemies soon, I don’t think that stops us from protecting other lives of people. After all, we are fighting for others, you are something that I protect and something I go against.” Kimiko said, wiping her eyes, then she realized that she had expressed too much, nobody’s going to take in that much. Then she thought of something to say, but pain filled her heart as she realized that to these kind of people, it’s the best solution. “I don’t want another disgusting witch to fight.” She said, her expression changed. “Don’t do it again, or else I’ll kill you first.” Kimiko said through gritted teeth. She hated to say it, but she managed. ‘Of course, it’s not true.’ She thought to herself. Kimiko whirled around to Hotaru and smiled. “All good!” She whispered and walked over to her new friend. “I made her clean her soul gem!"

[palewhimsy.]

"Good?" Hotaru asked as she sigh in relief, not sure if she was glad, or upset.

[polyester girl.]

Before akira knew it-tears were leaking from her eyes. "Th-then okay! Even if my fate is to die, i'll spend the time before that living a good life!" She had taken it in; and she stared at Kimiko. "Someday we'll be enemies though, and we all gotta remember that." She whispered to herself, "What's your name?" She basically was taking that speech as a symbol of friendship.

[Magicress]

Kimiko gasped with joy. “Kimiko!” She said, giving Akira a huge smile. “Does that mean we could all fight together now then?” She tugged Hotaru’s shirt as if telling her to introduce herself too.

[polyester girl.]

"I guess so..." Akira said, her soul gem formed back into a ring around her finger.

[palewhimsy.]

"W-w-well, my name is Hotaru Tomoe, pleasure to make your aquaintance" Hotaru said as she stuttered "Do you want to come for Creme Bruler?"

[animatio]

Yuki stood a little- okay, a lot- ways behind the three Magical Girls, two of whom were weeping. Stepping forward, she decided to change the subject. "Well! So we're all friends now?" she began, but Hana beat her to it. Flying over to Kimiko and Akira's ears, she kicked them harshly and grabbed a megaphone out of... somewhere. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO SISSIES DOING OVER HERE BAWLING!" she yelled. "GET UP AND JOIN THE GROUP, KIMIKO, YOU GO FEED YOUR CAT AND WHATEVER, HOTARU, YOU GO FETCH THE CREME BRULEE. AKIRA, STOP CRYING, DO A GROUP HUG AND LET'S GET TO FIGHTING WITCHES! COME ON PEOPLES, GO GO GO!"

[snownina]

((Bleh. OH WAIT I LOVE CREME BRULEE WISH I WAS SHIZUKA NOW))
Shizuka watched the magical girls talk with her back against the wall. As Hana grabbed a megaphone out of nowhere and started yelling, she covered her ears. Sara pulled Hotaru and Akira's hair, "Friends friends friends!" she cried. Shizuka forced a smile onto her lips as she stood in the shadows, watching the sun go down. She couldn't help but think of the future. Someday, which might be tomorrow, she would have to leave everyone. It was no use getting close to them. Why did she even do that? She shook her head. She couldn't take Yuki and Serena. It was too dangerous. Sara noticed Shizuka sulking in the corners and looked at her with menace in her eyes. Shizuka sighed and came into the circle.

Kuchi ((Ok I honestly have no idea what he is doing) stood outside of the portal. "CHICKENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

[Magicress]

Kimiko smiled again and left quietly. Karen flew out from behind her and dragged Hana away. “Hehehehe, how about we do a prank on them? Ame could join too!”
Kimiko biked her way home, and she held her breath and paddled faster when she was about to go through the portal, hoping she will be fast enough so that Kuchi won’t notice.