By BHS and Forzare
A Lucky Star/Puella Magi Madoka Magica crossover
Note: All characters and settings belong to their respective creators and studios unless otherwise noted. No ownership is implied by the authors. Please don't sue us.
This story takes place at around the same time as the beginning of the Lucky Star anime, at the start of the cast's eleventh-grade year.
So that's them…
Yes, there's no question about it… they're exactly as Nico's information described. You can feel it too, can't you? The power they possess is incredible… and yet it's completely different than anything we've seen before.
With that much potential energy in one place, they're certain to be targeted.
We'll stop that from happening, no matter what it takes. I won't let it happen again.
You really have learned from your mistakes, haven't you?
It doesn't matter. That's all in the past.
So you claim.
Now, one last time before we begin… give me your word that you won't offer to make contracts with them.
Absolutely not. It's out of the question. If either of them became Puellae Magi… it would mean the end of everything.
CHAPTER 1: The End of Everything
"… and it really stinks, doesn't it?"
"Oh, you're right, it's horrible!"
"I bet it smells worse than Kagamin's burnt cookies!"
"Sh-shut up! I'm getting better at making them, you know!"
"You just keep telling yourself that, Kagamin. Meanwhile, try putting some sugar in the dough next time…"
Four friends sat around a lunch room table, laughing and trading verbal barbs with one another. The speaker, a girl with twin violet pigtails and sharp blue eyes, was currently threatening to bludgeon the girl to her left with her empty bento box.
That girl, laughing hysterically while attempting to dodge out of the way, was astonishingly short for her age, looking more like a grade-schooler. A long curtain of blue hair extended almost to her feet, and she had an odd, almost catlike smile.
"Onee-chan, calm down… people are gonna start staring!" On the pigtailed girl's right, her sister tugged at her arm, her voice quavering. Her hair was the same violet color, but she wore hers short, with a yellow ribbon tied in a bow. She seemed altogether softer and gentler than her sister; it was hard to believe they were related at all, let alone twins.
"Kagami-san, you have been using sugar, haven't you?" The last occupant of the table sat in a very proper manner as she dabbed at her face with a handkerchief. She was slim and generously figured, her large round glasses magnifying her purple eyes. Her hair was pink and long, though far less so than that of her friends. She spoke in a formal dialect that was totally unnecessary for this group, but somehow that made her charming.
"Of course I have, Miyuki!" Kagami Hiiragi flushed bright red; the color could have almost spread to the tips of her pigtails. "I just… have trouble with the measurements, that's all…"
"It doesn't make any sense, Kagamin!" said Konata Izumi, having successfully evaded the bento box. "How can you be so awesome at everything else, but suck at cooking? Ouch!"
Apparently, she had let her guard down too soon. Kagami shoved the empty box back into her bag and stood up, brushing one of her twintails back. "Anyway, I should get going… Sakuraba-sensei hates people being tardy."
"We'll see you later, onee-chan!" Tsukasa Hiiragi waved goodbye, her smile as innocent as a child's.
Miyuki Takara nodded. "Goodbye, Kagami-san. I hope your class goes well."
"Yeah, yeah," said Konata, rubbing the growing lump on the top of her head. "Go make good grades and stuff…"
Kagami said her goodbyes and walked out of the lunchroom, unaware that she was being watched.
It's so unfair. Kagami took the route to her classroom as if on autopilot, letting her thoughts wander. I don't understand why Kuroi-sensei won't put me in Class E with the others. What does she have against me?
Up the stairs, down a hall, turn right and wait for the line of seniors to pass. It was all routine.
I think I'm gaining weight again. Maybe I should lay off the pocky for a while.
The seniors dispersed. Kagami continued on her way, her shoes making clacking noises against the polished floor.
That Konata… she always pigs out whenever I make food, but she has the nerve to insult my cooking afterward. I should make cookies filled with wasabi or something, just to show her… No, no, that's much too mean.
As she put her hand on the door, she stopped. The fine hairs were rising on the back of her neck. Kagami was never one for being paranoid, but she had the strangest feeling that someone was staring at her… that prickling sensation was unmistakable. She turned on her heel and shot a glare at the offender… but there was no one there. The hall was almost empty. "Hello?" Her voice echoed weirdly in the silence. She stood there for a moment longer, then sighed with disgust at herself for thinking about such foolish things as being stared at. It was probably just some boy, one who was too shy to talk to her, or something like that. There were far more important matters to attend to, weren't there?
Into Class 2-A she went. Misao and Ayano were already there. Misao Kusakabe was, to put it bluntly, an idiot. She had the body of a typical teenager, but the mind of a five-year-old, if that. Kagami never failed to be amazed at how Misao could amuse herself with stupid things like making juice straw "pocky"… it was a wonder that Ayano could put up with her. Ayano Minegeshi was everything Misao wasn't: soft-spoken, patient, polite, feminine, and an overachiever. She seemed to have a full-time job as Misao's caretaker, which tested even her indomitable patience to its limits. Misao and Ayano… they were rather like a real-life boke and tsukkomi routine, Kagami thought.
"… an' the bear is all like, 'Roar!', an' all of a sudden the guy's gun jams. He takes off runnin', with the bear right behind him, right?" The brown-haired girl was obviously deep into a story that she found fascinating.
To Ayano's credit, it was impossible to tell if she was faking enthusiasm or not. "Yes, yes, and then what?"
"What's Kusakabe going on about this time?" Kagami asked as she slid into her seat.
Ayano smiled. "I think it's supposed to be a joke, but I'm not sure."
"… so the guy's like, 'Crap!' as he tries to run faster, an' the bear's right behind him…" Misao blathered on, oblivious. It was clearly a joke; she was already starting to giggle as she got closer to the punch line. "… an' all of a sudden he trips, an' drops his gun, an' breaks both legs, an'-"
"Kusakabe, that's enough. We're about to start." Hikaru Sakuraba stood at the front of the class. She was shorter than any of her students, almost like a long-lost relative of Konata, but she made up for it with a blunt manner and a glare that could melt steel.
"Va~!" Misao nearly fell out of her chair. She scrambled into a more dignified position and tried her best to look attentive, grinning so widely that her one snaggletooth was visible.
Thank you, Sakuraba-sensei, Kagami thought to herself with a mental sigh of relief. Misao's sense of humor tended toward the bizarre, and it looked as if that joke was heading in a decidedly violent direction.
"That's better. All right, now before we start the next period, we have a new transfer student."
"Oh my," said Ayano quietly. "A transfer this early in the term? That's unusual, isn't it?"
"Huh," said Kagami with a small frown. As class rep, she expected that she would have heard about this sooner.
"Could you come in, please?" said Sakuraba-sensei, turning to the door.
The girl that walked into Class 2-A instantly caught the eyes of the boys… and a few of the girls as well, Kagami noted. She was tall and willowy, slightly pale, with long black hair adorned only with a red ribbon that looked oddly out of place. The girl wore long, dark stockings with her Ryouou High uniform; not necessary, especially in the warm weather, but somehow they added to her mystique. Her face… Kagami couldn't help but notice how cold she looked, her violet eyes stared straight ahead with no emotion whatsoever… almost like a statue. As the girl came to the front of the class, she spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, yet it carried from one end of the classroom to the other. Not a single soul misheard her.
"My name is Homura Akemi," she said. "I am happy to join you." She bowed to the accompaniment of total silence. There wasn't the slightest hint of happiness in her tone… or anything else, for that matter. She wrote her name on the blackboard, spelled with an unusual combination of kanji and hiragana, then she turned back around to the class.
"Well, I expect you all to make Akemi feel welcome," said Sakuraba-sensei. Her voice broke the spell and set most of the class to whispering with one another. For her part, she chose to ignore it. "Now then, Akemi, I believe there's a seat next to Hoji in the fifth row…"
"I see it," said Homura. She walked briskly down the aisle…
… and as she passed, she stared right at Kagami, just for an instant. Though her face never changed, those cold violet eyes bored into her like some great drill, making her shiver all over. An eternity seemed to pass between one of her steps and the next…
… and then she was gone. She placed her bag next to her desk and sat down without another word.
Kagami felt shaken… like the world was still spinning, but she and her desk had stopped moving along with it. There was no question about it, the new girl had stared right at her, for no reason she could fathom, with something going on behind her violet eyes and statue-like face, but exactly what was impossible to tell.
Now she was seated behind Kagami, calmly taking notes as Sakuraba-sensei began their biology lesson, as if she had always been there. The rest of the class had swiftly forgotten this new distraction and were returning to their books. Clearly, there would be time to interrogate the new girl later. No one else had noticed anything odd between them…
Kagami sat in a daze. It was a minute or two before she picked up her pen and mechanically began to take notes. That odd prickling sensation swept over her again. Someone was watching her…
END OF CHAPTER 1