It’s been over a month now.
A month since that day.
That very day she talked to Sayaka at her abandoned church home. About what though? About how the blue-haired girl should probably rethink her ways on how she works as a puella magi. That day where Kyouko first realized she was starting to contradict herself when it came to her whole, only care for yourself and use your magic only for yourself, thing. She was actually helping Sayaka that day saying things like, how she should take on her more pragmatic approach with this kind of work. Giving her all sorts of advice on the manner, and in the end, Sayaka actually listened.
Although, this was not what she wanted.
“Oi, Sayaka, I know ya’ve been gettin’ better at this whole thing lately, but don’t get too cocky! Yer still just fuckin’ ‘round in some ways like ya just got contracted!” Taking out a grief seed she had got only just an hour ago to relieve her of the darkness taking over soul gem. How nice it felt too.
Yup, that’s right, Sayaka had demanded that Kyouko take her in to teach her her ways of how she handled being a puella magi. It certainly wasn’t a team work thing though. They didn’t work together. They just had a first come, first serve basis on the witches and pretty much just stayed out of each’s way in that aspect. Other than that, the blue-haired girl was slowly getting in the speed of things. Maybe even picking up a few combat tricks. Kyouko be damned if Sayaka actually surpassed her, but she didn’t see that happening any time soon.
Well, at least Sayaka kept her end of the deal and provided her with food a place to stay sometimes. Guess it wasn’t too bad.
Anyway, it was a quiet night and they both were just sitting high atop a building. A building that almost seemed as if was watching over the rest of the concrete jungle that is, Mitakihara.
“Heh…. but how are ya holdin’ up?” There she went again. Contradicting herself. Not that she even cared at this point since she seemed to be doing that lately.
A month.
A month, exactly now.
A month since Kyouko had spoken to her in the church and convinced her to change the way she thought over…everything. Convinced her to become the sort of magical girl she had previously despised.
Mami would be so disappointed in her, she thinks.
She shoves that thought aside and gives an annoyed scowl to the other, as you reprimand her for how she handled the witch.
“I won, didn’t I? I know how to defeat witches, that’s one thing I do know how to do!”
She leans back on her hands and tries to maintain an irritated expression, but in the end it just phases out, and she’s not really even angry anymore as you ask her your next question.
Twirling her bright blue soul gem in her hand—she can hear Kyubey’s voice in her head, reminding her that the more grief seeds she had, the stronger she’d be—she answered after a pause.
“I guess I’m doing fine. Something about this still just seems wrong…how long before thoughts like that go away, huh?”
Will they ever?
She places the ring that houses her essence back on her finger. “I just…Why am I telling you this for, anyway?” Sayaka mumbles, looking away from you and back to the city’s lights.
