Writing sample: Kyoko Sakura had always played by her own rules. She took everything for herself, lost everything by herself, ate everything by herself and not once did she feel remorse for her actions. There was simply no reason to when her actions affected only her and the consequences were far too easy to bounce back from when one was endowed with magical powers. She didn’t even need to be human, not if such a frail body would only serve to hold her down.
Yet looking at the witch (Sayaka) that had once been Sayaka Miki--was still Sayaka Miki, no matter what form she took--, a magical girl that had made the same stupid mistakes that she had, she was starting to realize that wasn’t quite true. That pleasant dream where she could save her, even now that she was no longer quite herself, had been readily smashed and replaced by the grim reality that she had once again failed to protect the thing most precious to her.
“Yo.” Clutching her shattered torso, she forced herself to stand, not needing to look who had just called her name. Staring at Sayaka, now taking on the form of a knighted mermaid, no longer able to be reached, she made her decision. “I entrust that girl to you. I made her go along with my idiocy.”
Kyoko turned to speak to the girl behind her, raising a barrier. This fight that she’d started with Sayaka...she wouldn’t allow anyone else to be dragged into it. They wouldn’t interfere, not now. Her face solemn for a moment before her usual smugness began to creep in once more. “It’s a principal of yours not to fight alongside those that’ll get in your way, right? It’s fine. That’s the correct choice, y’know. It’s enough to simply protect the single thing that you want to protect until the very end.” A humorless chuckle escaped her before she continued, “Somehow, y’know... Even though I should have always been doing that up until now...”
But she hadn’t been able to protect this girl, just like she hadn’t been able to protect her family back then. She tugged at her ribbon, letting her red hair fall down her back, catching the hairpin that she had long ago abandoned in favor of kneeling down in prayer. One final prayer, one final hope for one final miracle--for them to, at least, be able to be together in the end. An end to the unforgivable emptiness and loneliness that had plagued them both.
Kyoko Sakura | Puella Magi Madoka Magica | Reserved
Yet looking at the witch (Sayaka) that had once been Sayaka Miki--was still Sayaka Miki, no matter what form she took--, a magical girl that had made the same stupid mistakes that she had, she was starting to realize that wasn’t quite true. That pleasant dream where she could save her, even now that she was no longer quite herself, had been readily smashed and replaced by the grim reality that she had once again failed to protect the thing most precious to her.
“Yo.” Clutching her shattered torso, she forced herself to stand, not needing to look who had just called her name. Staring
at Sayaka, now taking on the form of a knighted mermaid, no longer able to be reached, she made her decision. “I entrust that girl to you. I made her go along with my idiocy.”
Kyoko turned to speak to the girl behind her, raising a barrier. This fight that she’d started with Sayaka...she wouldn’t allow anyone else to be dragged into it. They wouldn’t interfere, not now. Her face solemn for a moment before her usual smugness began to creep in once more. “It’s a principal of yours not to fight alongside those that’ll get in your way, right? It’s fine. That’s the correct choice, y’know. It’s enough to simply protect the single thing that you want to protect until the very end.” A humorless chuckle escaped her before she continued, “Somehow, y’know... Even though I should have always been doing that up until now...”
But she hadn’t been able to protect this girl, just like she hadn’t been able to protect her family back then. She tugged at her ribbon, letting her red hair fall down her back, catching the hairpin that she had long ago abandoned in favor of kneeling down in prayer. One final prayer, one final hope for one final miracle--for them to, at least, be able to be together in the end. An end to the unforgivable emptiness and loneliness that had plagued them both.
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