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Countless thoughts and wishes swirled behind those red eyes.

”I want to get rid of her before she can hurt them!” Hotaru’s burned bright, with the searing fury of a Sun intent on scorching away all the filth of this world before etching its presence into the surface. None would be left standing if she had her way, or at least they would be walking away with broken bones aplenty.

”I want to stop her before she kills that girl.” Ember contrasted greatly, feeling as though one dipped into ice after they had just walked into the fire. Cold, calculating gears intermeshed in this wish, one joining another. Mere fractions of a greater whole.

”I want to protect that girl.” Sylvia remained in the background as always, however the purity, the power of her desire brought it forward. Despite it being rooted in blood, located at the bottom of a lake with murky water, it possessed significance in its simplicity. For there was nothing else. Only the wish to save someone else from harm.

Whatever the case, Hotaru’s hold over Hizuki broke, allowing her to slip out of the body’s grasp. And then, before anyone could react-

Schrade.

The word failed to convey anything, but the shiver running across their spines told everything.

”’Ru… Why did you do it?” Ember asked her question in an even voice. It sounded almost like a great church bell in the silence, trying to cut through the darknesss and the distance between the three souls.

”I couldn’t care less about telling you.” Hotaru turned back towards Ember. ”Strange, isn’t it? How the dog bites the had that beats it.”

The schemer paused. She had known Hotaru ever since the moment she came into existence and yet she could not parse what the warrior tried to say. Had she not explained well enough? She could always make another go at it.

”Hotaru. Please really listen to me this time.” The warrior snorted, loud and obnoxious. The schemer continued. ”I know why you attacked her. I… I also remember. I could never forget those… vapid bitches.” Sugarcoating it would have made it infinitely worse. ”Was she amongst them, Hotaru? Did she do anything to hurt us? To hurt Chiaki?”

”It doesn’t matter, Ember. I won’t rest until they’re gone from here. Until they can’t fucking step into this place.” Because it would no longer be safe. Because then it would happen again. Because then there would be no more people surrounding Chiaki. Only empty hands that refused to reach out. ”And before you ask, I don’t regret it. At all. She can go and die in a damned fire.”

”Please… Ember, she isn’t listening,” Sylvia stepped beside the schemer, looking up at her with her big, green eyes. ”You’ll only get hurt if you keep talking to her.” Hotaru shot a betrayed look towards the protector. Her yellow eyes seemed to crackle as she looked before she raised her thumb to her neck and drew it across.

Hate me for all I care. You’ll bawl your eyes out and thank me later. And don’t expect my help in a fight. She did not speak those words out loud in their shared mental scape. Instead, she merely kept her eyes locked with that of the protector’s, causing the latter to draw in her shoulders before she stepped away, leaving with what seemed to be her final gesture.

”Ember?” Sylvia clutched her hands and looked at the floor. ”What happens now?”

”First, we apologise… and then, we think.” And with those words, she took the seat that had been vacated earlier to turn Shatterscape’s body back towards Evil Eye. She thought it would be easy, as she had been in this body plenty of times, but as it turned out, the gauntlets weighed a lot. She almost lost her balance as soon as she started to pivot, then corrected for it; a simple mistake, but one that could have cost her a body in combat. It underlined just how well Hotaru knew their magical girl form.

”I… am deeply sorry.” Ember bowed the body’s head and tilted its body towards Evil Eye and Hizuki.


”Unfortunately for the observer of the heavens,” Shatterscape turned to look back at Evil Eye as the unicorn impaled the Miseria, ”This humble high priestess brings ill tidings, for she has seen that her loathsome foes can become of one flesh and be transfigured into these messenger birds of malice.” Indeed. If they were not careful, the chaff would turn into the abominations they fought, slowly whittling them down over time. The tengu seemed to be more than the sum of their parts as Shatterscape observed the battlefield.

Including the light girl that Willow oh-so-helpfully pointed out. Now, Ember merely ignored the taunt, knowing it to be nothing more than a gamble to rile her up, while Sylvia had Roche to anchor herself to. But Hotaru? The warrior had no such luxuries. Even if she knew the words were likely fake, even if she understood it to be teasing, they struck something deep inside of her. So no sooner than she knew her team-mate to be safe, she started to reposition her bodies and rushed towards Hizuki.

Shatterscape’s body did not even flinch as a magical detonation shook her surroundings, scattering her targets. The injured one stumbled towards her, so Hotaru made a show of driving her claws into the thing. Curved metal sunk into vulnerable flesh, ripping it open from the inside out as she impaled the creature before tossing it away as though it were nothing more than a sack of flour. Whatever happened to it, she did not care, because her eyes were focused on one thing:

Hizuki.

Both gauntlets wrapped around her.

”Go fuck yourself, light bitch.” Hotaru spat her words and squeezed. Metal groaned beneath her hands, pressing against the light girl’s body. It creaked, breaking and shattering as Hotaru forced Shatterscape’s body to put most of her strength into it while the others watched in stunned silence in their mental space. Ember in particular looked at the warrior as though she were crazy while Sylvia went pale, freezing in terror.

”’Ru, what the hell are you doing?!” Ember shouted as she tried to seize control of the body, but she severely underestimated the warrior’s resolve. Indeed, Hotaru kept Shatterscape’s body in a vice-like mental grip, refusing to respond with anything save for a sneer when she looked at Ember.

”She isn’t those girls! Let her go or she’ll die!”

Good. It’ll be better for the world that way. Hotaru grinned as she thought that as she tried to seize complete control of Shatterscape’s fingers. One mistake… one lapse in attention from Ember was all she needed. Only one muscle. Just the one and then this light girl would be gone from their lives forever, too injured to as much as look back at Hibusa town or at Evil Eye.

However, her grip on the body weakened. Easing up on her concentration, she saw that Sylvia joined Ember in trying to wrench the body from her grasp and slowly, but surely, they were succeeding. Already, she could feel her grip starting to slacken, potentially allowing Hizuki to slip away.


The apes could not easily reach the Mogalls, however, they hindered Shatterscape's friend. And while one could hardly expect summoned creatures to be as intelligent as the mind behind them, surely they could understand a message rooted in violence. Armed with that thought, the High Priestess observed their movements for a while before she saw one of them leap towards a Mogall - so she moved, cracking the pavement beneath her as she put all of her strength into her legs. Muscles tightened, magic flared, the resulting shower of debris exploding outwards like fireworks as she leapt through dozens of metres in an instant, then her claws tightened around an ape.

The summon had little chance to react as she yanked, smashing the thing into concrete with enough strength to daze, but not to destroy, a display of force calculated for precise effect.

"This high priestess would prefer, especially if your august self can hear through these minions," she spoke as she stepped forward, then turned her torso back towards the ape, "that you leave her comrades' constructs alone lest you incur her wrath. As a gesture between equals, I shall refrain from going further if you do the same." She lingered for a moment, literally looking down at the construct. Her eyes all but bore into the sight of whoever happened to look through the eyes of this particular one, a pair of cold, crimson-coloured daggers that cared not of how the summoner decided.

Then Shatterscape leapt again, almost losing her balance. Curiously, the ground shifted beneath her feet. Street lights swayed. The taller buildings creaked. The ground rippled as the second earthquake of the day struck, quickly followed by the feeling of two massive balls of hatred manifesting right in the direction the light girl had been.

"I'm going to kill that bitch." Hotaru all but growled. She snarled as she stomped, the motion carrying over to real life to Shatterscape's body.

"You aren't killing anyone, 'Ru. We don't know what caused it." Ember's hand wrapped around the warrior's wrist, turning her around so they would come face to face with each other. "She's not those girls. Get it through your thick skull already!"

"She's a prissy, stuck-up light-girl you keep defending! She doesn't have the right to be here! This is our city!" Hotaru grit her teeth, her yellow eyes locking with Ember's brown ones. "I won't accept anything less than kicking her ass all the way to the City of Light."

"'Ru, please. I know you're angry and I under-"

"The fuck you do! If you understood, you'd be with-"

"Ember! Hotaru! The miseria are clumping together!" The argument froze as Sylvia called out the phenomenon. Both the schemer and the warrior forced their attention back outwards to see that it was indeed happening. The miseria started to merge into wretched bird-creatures that felt more powerful than the sum of their parts. Radiating a feeling of malice that bordered on the oppressive, their presences were like nails against the chalkboard for Sylvia in particular.

"The others need to know right away. Hotaru?" The question filled with meaning as Hotaru grit her teeth, then yanked her hand out of Ember's.

"Fine. Fine! I won't attack. Happy?" Or at least so she lied through grit teeth, causing Ember to nod, the schemer too occupied by the path they had to take to notice the subtle venom in the warrior's words. She did not, after all, need to tell the truth now and the more she talked, the more convinced she became that there was no saving these two. They did need saving from themselves, though and while they could stop her from putting the light girl's head on a pike, it would be too late by then. A swipe at the peak of her strength would no doubt get through to that prissy asshole, no matter how thick her skull was. She only needed a proper moment to do it.

Now with a plan in mind, Hotaru had Shatterscape's body blitz through the streets. They were close; so close that she saw Evil Eye hit the pavement, followed by one of the bird abominations. The world seemed to slow to a crawl as the bird tried to impale the dark girl, only for the latter's summon to intercept it perfectly, then be carried away by Willow's spectral wolves before being tossed into the air, the bird following them and trying to strike.

This could not stand.

Shatterscape's magic flared as she smashed her gauntlets into the ground, launching herself at the bird with surprising precision. The ground beneath her trembled in response, one of the nearby streetlights sparking and dying as it collapsed on itself while she cut through the air like scythe through wheat, then her leg impacted the Miseria. Both of them went flying with a sharp rack of material collapsing on itself, with Shatterscape bringing her arms forward so she could rake the claws across her opponent.

"None shall harm the observer of the heavens," she declared as if her opponent could hear her.


The greatest threat these miseria represented was the viscera that splattered across Shatterscape's body, threatening to get into her eyes. Most did not even seem to register the dark magical girl despite the fact she was amongst the least stealthy of the Detention Club's members, right up there with Nyxia. As such, her claws sunk into yet another group of creatures, sweeping them away as though they were nothing more than refuse standing in front of a tidal wave. Frankly, it bored Hotaru. The satisfaction of squashing bug-level threats was best experienced by a child ripping off the parts of an insect. Not someone who braved countless battles.

"Y'know... this is too easy. That asshole is making it too easy. Not only is she a who-"

"You don't know that!" Sylvia's interruption almost made Shatterscape's body stumble, but the warrior recovered with a slight flinch. "I know what they did, but it doesn't mean every light girl is bad."

"Are you also buying into Ember's bullshit?" Hotaru put too much power into one of their swipes and the claws rent the ground apart. Cracks spread along the concrete as pieces of it flew by the body's head, scattering to the winds, as well as giving birth to yet another urban legend within Hibusa Town. "Not a single one of them is different. They're all rotten to the core! I bet we're the real magical girls and they're the ones who have 'dark desires', 'cause it sure as hell was convenient for them to-"

"I apologise for interrupting, but we've got company." Ember's eyes narrowed as she swept her awareness across the strange, monkey-like creatures, followed by the two others. "I have never seen these things before." They did not seem, nor did they feel like Miseria. Far too little malice resided inside them to be as such, in fact, they seemed downright pleasant compared to the creatures they usually fought as far as the magic inside of them went. Which was not saying much in the end, but it had to count.

"They are magical... please be careful, all right? I haven't seen them either." Syliva frowned her brows as she focused on them with all of her senses, tracking their movements as best as she could. At least they did not seem to be hostile to Shatterscape's body. In fact, they even helped her cull the hordes she fought against, not that she needed much assistance with that. But who summoned them? Were there other dark magical girls present besides the Detention Club? Sylvia figured that might be the case, so she started to track where the creatures came from using the network of Shatterscape's bodies, hoping to figure out where they came from. It would take a while without Evil Eye.

Speaking of... she was leading them towards the pillar of light. Were they perhaps under attack by a light magical girl? If so, Shatterscape needed to hurry up and throw the intruder out of Hibusa Town. Unfortunately, even her closest Khir was a decent distance away, so she would likely arrive in the middle of the fight. Or its end. Regardless, her comrades needed her help, so Shatterscape swapped her bodies before she blitzed through the streets.

"What about those monkeys, Sylvi?"

"I don't know yet. Maybe we could ask Kiyo if she saw them appear?"

"She could be busy with the light girl."

"I'll turn that asshole into toothpaste if she hurt my friends. She shouldn't even be here! She should just fuck off with her sparkly bullshit and go back to the city of light!" Hotaru all but growled as she spoke in their mental space. "You're way too lenient with her. Or them. It doesn't matter." She shook her head in disapproval. Why didn't her so-called comrades, the ones who shared every single one of her memories, realise that they were huge idiots? Of the kind that dwarfed even a colossus. Or a titan. Or any number of things. Because no matter what, light girls were all the same.

Maybe she should not even allow Ember and Sylvia to give them that chance. Maybe she could take that burden off their shoulders.


Once again, day turned to night and Hibusa Town no longer welcomed most people. True, one could wonder out onto the streets to see beautiful lights in the skies as well as on the ground, yet they would be no doubt devoured by Miseria. Or perhaps one of the dark demons who walked the streets with a paper seal on their forehead, the gauntlets eclipsing their hands almost eclipsing their torso. For the High Priestess made her appearance once again. She looked upon the domain of the Detention Club with a distant gaze, sweeping over the buildings one by one. Her partner had yet to make her appearance beside her, probably too occupied by the new magical girl she talked about.

"I'm going to wring that girl's neck," spoke Hotaru as Shatterscape made her way through the streets at a leisurely pace by her standards. "She's only trouble! We need to kick her ass seven ways to Sunday!" Her knuckles whitened in Shuuko's mindscape as she closed her fingers into a fist, then smashed her hands into each other with a loud, metallic clang.

"'Ru, I'm not going to tell you what to do, but please at least give that girl a chance to prove herself."

"The fuck I will! Look what happened last time we wanted to make peace with those assholes. Sylvia's still not okay.

"Ummm... No, I'm all right. I will be all right. You shouldn't be so angry just because of me, Hotaru." The warrior let out a loud sigh at the protector's insistence, yet before they could refute the obvious lie along with the self-deprecation, the air shifted around them. It became thick with malice, almost dripping in evil as Miseria finally showed up from between the cracks, emerging into reality from the darkness within people's hearts. Or at least such was one of the many hypotheses that no one could prove. Either way, they were scattered and not worthy of the time of most girls.

Shatterscape, however, was not most girls.

Adopting the mien of the high priestess, Shatterscape swiped at the nearest Miseria, turning it into nothing more than a splatter. Her gauntlet passed through the creature as though it had not even been there, blunt force doing most of the work instead of the deadly blades she possessed on her finger. Indeed, the next second, she rushed forward to tackle another one of the 'threats', reducing it into atoms in much the same way as before while she scanned the skies overhead for Mogalls. Though those creatures could not talk either, they would lead her towards Kiyo, who then could point her into directions where she could be the most effective at cleaning up the trash so to speak. She cared little that she did not meet Rei either, for the Detention Club's leader would show up inevitably.

However, as she walked her path of casual violence, two things became apparent. One, Kiyo probably did not pay attention to her at the moment, so Shatterscape would be less effective in her duties. Two, the light magical girl the others accepted into Hibusa Town tried to gather all of the Miseria into one place with what would likely turn into a flashy act of self-sacrifice. Even a light girl could only handle so many creatures of the darkness and with the scope of the pillar she created... Hotaru let out a self-satisfied grin inside Shatterscape before the warrior went back to her duties.

After all, Miseria focused on bright magical displays were so much easier to handle than the ones who anticipated the attack. So she would feast on the groups she could catch, but stay clear of the light girl at the insistence of Ember.



Volcanic Glass


"Shall this humble high priestess regale you with a tale most horrific?"

"I've lied, cheated and nearly killed a man. Does it get more horrific than that?"





”I wouldn’t say you look terrible. Honestly, you look more like you’ve been pulling all nighters for a test. It’s normal. ‘Don’t think people are used to seeing you not at 100%” Roche shrugged apologetically for poking at what seemed a tetchy subject, especially when she knew full well the circumstances around it.

Confusing though they still remained to her, what with Ashbringer knowing Misoka so well….

Her lips quirked upwards, a soft smirk on an oft harsh face. The blonde wasn’t one to roll over and replied with a light jab of her own, verbal though it was. ”If I didn’t eat, I wouldn’t make it far past the starting line. Need some fuel to burn, you know. Just swing by after classes and I will show you how to warm up and cool down properly. It feels a bit tedious at first but long term it’ll cut down on a lot of muscle aches.”

Roche’s gaze turned to Shuuko and her brow wrinkled quizzically, confused why the girl was acting so….stiff. At least outside of her transformed state that always spoke in flowery and ostentatious fashion. ”You doing alright? You seem a little tense, or is this just you being h’angry?”

”Ah… I apologise, Takahashi-san,” Ember made Shuuko’s body bow a little bit further than necessary, then lingered there for a moment to show her genuine effort. ”I suppose I could have worded that better.. I meant to say that you looked frazzled yourself and with myself being a prominent member of the Detention Club, I figured I should inquire if something troubles you.”

Looking to Roche, Ember flashed a smile, however,, it would look a little off to the Rulekeeper. Something that Sylvia’s smile held was absent in the schemer’s, a feeling that would probably intensify when Ember spoke up again.

”Hananami-san. I also think a meal would be a good idea. How about I invite the two of you? To return a favour owed, and of course, in the spirit of an apology.” Ember made the offer freely, wondering if her hyperbole had indeed been a mistake or if she had unknowingly channeled her frustration at how Sylvia handled herself the last time she took part in the Detention Club and unleashed it on Misoka.

”You don’t need to apologize!” She reassured Shuuko. The dark spots under her eyelids got bigger when she forced a smile. Though when Roche addressed Shuuko, Misoka also turned to look at her. ”I thought the same thing. I didn’t want to pry though. I don’t really know you as well as your friends, but it seems like even Roche notices that something is amiss.” She folded her arms. ”Do you not wish to discuss it in public? Or with me? I can leave if you’d rather confide in Roche.”

The Track Captain found herself blinking as the other girls were….stiff. Something was uncanny about the both of them, though it struck her strongest from Shuuko. She certainly hadn’t been that….rehearsed, in their time cooking together. True, Roche had been a hot mess too at times as well, so perhaps Shuuko was good at putting on a public persona?

That didn’t explain much why she was doing it now with her and Misoka. Misoka was also picking up on the girl’s strangeness and seemed open to excusing herself. Thinking this might be some Detention Club business she nodded along and gently set her hand against Shuuko’s upper arm.

”If you don’t mind, I think some privacy might be best. I’ll catch up with you later, Misoka. Don’t forget to come by, okay?” Roche’s expression had dimmed, concern clear as she tried to guide Shuuko out of the cafeteria, naturally leading her to the familiar school exterior where they could have some peace and quiet from the students.

Misoka groaned. ”Take care.” Was all she said before walking off.

”For one who is supposed to adhere to the rules, you sure worry much, Hananami-san.” Ember’s words got the usually composed honor student to look over her shoulder, but she thought better of saying anything and continued on her way. Ember followed Roche without any resistance, seeing no reason to take the offered out. It did seem like Misoka harbored a little resentment as well, so it would serve her well to be more careful in the future. She could have chosen her words better. Speaking of which, she wondered if Sylvia wished to talk with Roche?

”I’m all right, Ember. Please don’t shorten your time for my sake.” The protector sounded like she wanted to say anything but that, almost vibrating in their shared mental space and the schemer sighed before she stepped down from the driver’s seat and almost shoved Sylvia into it. As she did, Shuuko stumbled from the way her gait changed and she almost ended up face-first on the floor in an almost picture-by-picture recreation of the first time Roche met with Sylvia.

”Ah!” The protector almost squeaked as she found her balance again. ”Please slow down a little, Roche?” she asked, tone and cadence now much more familiar to the rulekeeper’s ears.

They’d come some distance from the general hum of students congregating for their meals, eager to join together with their friends without the teacher’s lessons getting in between them.

Roche might have been doing the same if something hadn’t set her off. Shuuko’s engagement with Misoka was already stilted and uncanny, but her suspicions took firm root hearing her use Roche’s family name.

Grammatically correct, but so very, very distant. Not once had she spoken to her like that as they cooked, or even as they fought like Magical Girls. That she even did so when absent of prying ears or well-intentioned Misoka had Roche’s brow furrow with worry.

”What is going on?” It was impossible to keep the words from sounding like an accusation, especially when Shuuko was acting completely normal the moment she stumbled upon herself. ”What is going on? This isn’t normal for you…”

”Eh?” Sylvia’s eyes widened as she raised her hands, palms facing Roche. ”But everything’s… all right?” Blatantly false, but she could not just tell her friend that she was having trouble with one of the club members now, could she? Especially when the reasoning was as silly as hers, despite Ember’s and Hotaru’s relentless insistence that she could talk about it with her fellow detention club members.

”What the- Of course everything isn’t alright. You just pulled a 180 so hard you left tire marks on the cafeteria floor.” Roche was genuinely gobsmacked by Shuuko’s reaction and found herself staring in bewilderment at her friend. That was acting like herself now didn’t excuse how bizarre she was just a minute ago, and judging by the haste of her denial she knew it as well.

”Look, just talk to me here. You’ve seen my DVD collection, so you have more than enough dirt on me if it’s a trust issue here.” The Track Captain said, offering an olive branch and trying to relieve some of the stress. Having found that openness and vulnerability- Paradoxical thought it was given their Dark natures- Was the best method when getting her comrades to open up, she opted for a softer approach now that Shuuko’s guard was up.

Of course it did not work. There were few things Sylvia considered herself worse at than lying. What is more, she attempted to lie to her very first friend, the one whom she shared so much time with. How could she even have contemplated that? But on the other hand, how else could she protect her comrades? She pursed her lips, clenching her teeth. The impossible choice ground away at her moment by moment.

”You don’t have much choice I’m afraid, Sylvi. I’m sorry that I made us stand out. Do you want me to take over again?”

”That wouldn’t help shit! Sylvia knows what she’s doing, Ember.”

”I know you’re worried, ‘Ru, but-”

”Worried my ass! You’re the one who screwed up this time, Ember, and you can’t fix it. Just shu-”

Sylvia stepped away from the argument that was starting to become all-too-familiar. She wobbled as she tried to find her footing against the surfacing emotions it stirred, but her actions helped about as much as trying to resist a tidal wave. It merely washed over her before sweeping her away, then drowned her in the cold depths filled with ice.

”What… what do you do, Roche,” the words were hesitant. Fragile. The protector spoke barely above a whisper. ”No, never mind. I’m… I’m really excited about the next movie night!” As if. As if! But how in the world could she burden Roche with her troubles?

There was a glimmer from behind the curtain of deceit. A tentative finger uncurling towards Roche, but quick as a viper it withdrew and Shuuko deflected the matter. Poorly.

Roche could see that the subject was more fraught then even she’d first assumed as her friend was shaking like a leaf, swaying enough she was liable to fall over. That and the girl’s shaken words had Roche step forward and reciprocate Shuuko’s own attempts at comforting her as her arms wound around the swaying figure.

”You don’t need to lie to me. It’s really not your strong suit.” Roche’s hand rose, cradling the back of Shuuko’s head to her shoulder as she tried to still the girl’s nerves. Granted, the closeness of them was liable to set her own alight and see her be reduced to a bundle of misfiring nerves given time, but her focus was sharp enough upon Shuuko she could look past the compromising position.

”Please…Just be honest with me. Tell me what’s the matter.”

Shuuko’s body went stiff as Roche hugged her, spine shooting ramrod straight instead of embracing the comfort it should have brought. Stiff as a skeleton and still as a corpse, the protector could take little solace in the embrace at first. She did not know if she deserved to take solace in it, because what did she do to earn the privilege? No, she was a troublemaker. A devil child. Someone who cleft a family apart with her mere existence. Even her mother died because of her.

Sylvia opened her mouth. Roche could probably feel it as close as she was. But no sound came out.

Try as she might, Roche felt her stomach tighten with discomfort as Shuuko remained stiff and unbending in her grasp. There was no comfort or solace taken in the embrace, and when she released Shuuko’s head and looked her in the eye, Roche flinched at the expression of pained terror writ across Shuuko.

”I’m not going to judge you. You already know I’m a mess……” The Track Captain sighed, her arms loosening their hold but not ready to fall away. Her own confidence was shaken but had yet to shatter. ”The other day I was with Nyxia, and I told her I plotted to kill a man. I would have done it too, if he hadn’t died before I could do it myself.”

”I’m the last person who deserves happiness here. Even less than Rei, but you still cooked for me. With me.” There was moisture beading up in the corner of her eyes as she clung to Shuuko, so close their noses brushed against one another.

”Say something. Anything.”

”I’m the daughter of a filthy whore.” She spoke barely above a whisper, yet the words struck like a gavel. While not the issue itself… that is where it started, had it not? Grandfather. Grandmother. They could not have done what they did if it was not for her mother. Then she would not have to protect everyone. Then she would not have to keep all of this in. Yes. It was all her fault.

”Sylvi?”

”Don’t say that! Mom deserves better!"

”But it’s true!”

”Sylvi, those are not your words and you know it.”

She just said them, so how could they not be hers? Ember was wrong this time.

That Shuuko did finally answer her was just a candle’s flicker of relief before the weight of what she said struck Roche full force. Few words were said and barely a whisper at that, yet it was plain to see Shuuko had met her confession with one of her own, and it explained a great deal while rousing even more questions.

Roche’s issues stemmed from the shattering of her family unit. Shuuko was shattered by her family. And it was plain to hear all that anger and disgust was directed just as much inwards as towards her mother, for the voices were correct.

Those were words no child would say of their mother.

Her arms redoubled their efforts and gripped Shuuko, nearly pulling her off her feet as Roche enveloped her tightly. ”Shuuko, tell me honestly. Is someone hurting you? At home, I mean. I can help you. I WILL help you, because no matter what happened with your mom, none of that should reflect on you. Your mom could be Prime Minister and it wouldn’t change a thing about the girl who held me as I cried. The girl who watched a cheesy movie beside me, and didn’t run when I….When I….”

Roche knew it wasn’t the time to get worked up about that in particular, huffing out a breath as she let Shuuko’s feet touch the ground but didn’t loosen her grip at all. ”You are fantastic, and kind, and I am so glad you are in my life, regardless of what any idiot says.”

There was still no response. If it were not for Shuuko’s breathing, her words or the tears budding in the corner of her eyes, it would have been impossible to tell if she were still alive. Like a statue, she stood awkwardly within Roche’s hug as one memory surfaced after another, chasing across her mindscape as though they were butterflies with blades for wings. That would have been bad enough on its own, but the wings of these insects had a message engraved in them: It was all her fault.

”I’ll make you filthy, too.” Sylvia continued to speak in a whisper. ”You’ll also be a bad girl. You don’t want to be a bad girl, do you?”

”Sylvi! Please!” Ember’s desperate call for the protector to stop her barrage of words and reflect on herself merely echoed in their shared space, for Sylvia was no longer close to them. Hotaru could not reach her either, no matter how much she tried to embrace the protector’s mental self. They could no do anything despite their best efforts, helpless against the past that surfaced ugly word by ugly word.

”She wanted to die. She couldn’t bear her shame. That’s why she died.” From the outside, it had to be surreal. A stiff Shuuko standing within an embrace, saying words that sounded like they were not meant for her lips, but had nevertheless been burned into her. ”I’m… sorry, Roche. I don’t want you to become a filthy, bad girl. Please let me go.” Sylvia smiled, but it did not look like one.

”And please don’t be a bad girl. Good girls don’t talk about family matters.”

Were Roche’s words not reaching Shuuko? No, they had, but they’d hit upon something terrible. Enough that the girl could completely wall herself off, acting as stilted as a computer offering rote responses drilled into her by monsters worse than any Miseria. It tapped upon a fury Roche had long buried, an obsessive hatred that brought her to the brink of being yet another girl Rei made vanish.

Someone did this to her. Put these ideas in her head. They violated her for nothing more then being born. A volcano had erupted inside her and as close as they were Shuuko would hear the grinding of her teeth as it was Roche’s time to be stricken into rigor mortis. It was truly everything she could do not to transform and demand to know where her tormentors lived. Her mind screamed to enact the justice the world would never provide them on its own, and her body was a bow drawn painfully taut as adrenaline surged.

But it was her pitted, scarred heart that kept her leashed to the moment. It kept her from turning away from Shuuko to indulge the allure of rampant violence. Because the instant she let Shuuko go, she’d be feeding into every warped delusion that bound her.

All that energy burned her something fiercely, sloshing like the contents of a washing machine till Roche did what she always did; Charge forward and take the pressure upon herself.

It wasn’t the first time their lips had met, and it was rougher than she would have liked. As much a need to silence Shuuko’s words as it was an exorcism of the feelings inside her, a denial of every wretched label Shuuko had put upon herself now conveyed by the mashing of lips and arms pulled painfully tight.

It should have been intrusive. It should have been foul, a violation of everything that was right and yet, it refused to be so. Something had intruded upon Shuuko’s body, of course, but it felt like a soft, clumsy pillow instead of a wooden spoon or the foul things Sylvia remembered all too well. Her own lips tingled from the feeling, the shock jolting her out of her state and-

”Kiss her back, you idiot!” Hotaru’s voice cut into the protector’s thoughts, but it only made Sylvia feel like a deer in headlights. She did not know what happened, her thoughts running a mile a minute, her heart speeding up, blood slowly flowing back into her face and… and why? Unable to hold her tears back any longer, the image of the protector crumbled as she buried her face into Roche’s chest when the rulekeeper released her lips. Silent sobs wracked Sylvia as she cried, something deep within coming undone. Something painful beyond words.

”It’s all right, Sylvia. We’re here for you.”

”Damn straight!”

She could barely hear them due to the din of her tears, falling and falling without end. Why did she even cry? She did not know. All she knew is that she needed to cry and so she did, almost suffocating herself against Roche’s skin. Any attempt she made to speak ended up in a hitching gasp, but that too, was almost silent, especially compared to the mess she was making.

It would have been generous to call what they shared a kiss. Roche was wild energy, pressing against a girl who couldn’t respond. So much harder to do when it wasn’t an accident borne from a moment when both had let down their guard.

Roche pulled away, her expression wrought with conflict as she witnessed Shuuko break down into tears. She’d made a choice, and it might still prove to be the wrong one, but as the girl broke down into tears and buried her face into Roche’s chest, she couldn’t deny it had silenced the poisonous words of another.

Her back struck a wall as the balance shifted, and she found she was now holding Shuuko up rather then holding her close to her person. A change that saw her chin resting over her head while she hesitantly rubbed circles into the weeping girl’s back. Inside herself a knot had come undone, though the gravity of its unravelling was undercut by the weight of Shuuko’s revelations, and Suki ousting her from the closet upon their vacation.

Yet admitting her affection towards Shuuko was a relief all the same.

”You aren’t alone. I’m here for you, no matter what you say or do. Because I want to be here with you, Shuuko.” Roche said, startling herself by how dry her own throat was as she forced out that words she felt the girl needed to hear.

No thoughts existed in Sylvia’s head as she cried her heart out while also trying to stay as silent as humanly possible. The only real noise she made was when she took a breath, the image of a crying dark girl becoming a surreal painting: tears falling, shoulders shaking, but nothing for the ears. It almost felt as though she wanted to keep it hidden, no matter how absurd the thought of that would be to anyone who watched her break down.

Time seemed to have lost all of its meaning, the molasses of grief only broken by the occasional voice, though the protector could not tell if they came from the inside of her head or the outside. Her burden lightened an iota for every minute she spent like this, but how long she did it for when the world started to return to her senses, she had no idea. Her throat felt raw. Her eyes felt puffed up. If Roche looked down, she could only see a mess of clothes and a face that looked worse than if Sylvia had gone through a warzone.

The protector opened her mouth to speak. She made a mess of sounds that were mostly unrecognisable, save for one word.

”... dirty…” Had she any strength left in her limbs, she would have stepped away from her fellow dark magical girl. But as it was, maybe fortune smiled upon her as she felt she could not stand on her two feet, strength having left her as though it had not been there in the first place.

”You aren’t dirty. Not in the least.” The Track Captain couldn’t relish in her own relief when she looked upon Shuuko’s face and saw the cost of exercising even a fraction of her grief upon Roche’s windbreaker.

Two things were clear; Shuuko needed more time to recover, and they couldn’t linger outside the building forever.

Concentrating on her crest, Roche transformed into Earthshaker, unintentionally leaving Shuuko nestled up against a great deal more of her bare skin than before as she scooped the girl up into a bridal carry. Stepping sidewards to ensure there were no windows directly above her, the Rule Keeper bounded upwards to the roof of the school. Naturally such a place was forbidden to students, with a high fence ringing the roof to make it even harder for jumpers to take a leap off the building.

Getting onto the roof, however, was child’s play for a Magical Girl. Up there, no one would stumble upon them or eavesdrop, and Earthshaker settled down with her back to the fence as cradled Shuuko in her arms.

“You take all the time you need, but I’m not letting you go home to those….those animals. You can stay with me, or we can find you a place, but no one is going to call you dirty again.” This was Roche in her element, decisive and commanding as she curled protectively around the weeping girl.

Sylvia let out a yelp as she got lifted, clinging onto Roche for dear life. She may have done stunts which were death-defying or deadly as a magical girl, but she was not in control of what happened to her this time, so it felt more dangerous. Not to mention it risked one of Shuuko’s bodies. The tiny amount of magic inside the Khir would not be able to save it if it fell from this height.

Already reeling from her experiences, she stared at her companion like a deer in headlights before she shook her head. It came across more of a slow look from one side to another because of how little strength she felt she had left, legs feeling like they had been made out of jelly. Or putty.

”No… already left… dirty girl…” She could only whisper that, sniffing in an attempt to clear her nose. Her head felt so clouded she could not even reach for a tissue.

Roche could take some succor in knowing she wasn’t going to be run out of town by Rei after doing some unspeakable things to Shuuko’s family. That she was on her own was a blessing and a curse, for while the poison wasn’t dripping into her ear, it pooled enough to fester on its own inside.

”You aren’t dirty, and even if you were, I’m filthier, so it would all balance out. Now, just use this and get it out of your system.” Earthshaker gripped the hem of her cloak and held it up for Shuuko to take hold of.

Gross it may be, it was hard to deny magically formed clothes weren’t incredibly sterile, and it wasn’t like they’d stain for long either.

Though looking down and seeing the girl was hardly in a state to help herself. the Rule Keeper instead began to gently blot of her cheeks and brush along her nose, trying to clean some of her excess.

”You are very pretty, and if I have to tell you that till you believe it, I will.”

With a slight shake of her head, Sylvia batted away both the metaphorical hand that reached out for her as well as the scarf. She had already soiled her friend with her tears, soaking clothes to the bone, ruining whatever outfit she had worn. She did not need to ruin the situation even more. She did not even realise that Roche had transformed and as such, the cloak would clean itself by the time she transformed again, so lost she was within her own head.

”Thank you. But please don’t lie to me.” Having found a tissue at last, she dabbed at her face. It did little to help, irritating the now-sensitive corners of her eye instead. ”I know what I am. I… I think I’m happy you don’t think so, but it doesn’t make it true.” A small smile appeared on her face as she spoke, truly looking as though someone had saved her. But there was also sorrow, no, a piece of knowledge in that smile that presumed her views to be true.

”Why do you think that, Sylvi? Ember’s voice projected warmth in their mental space.

”Do you really care, Ember? Sylvia’s rebuke felt colder than ice. ”I’m just a bad girl. Nobody really cares about what a bad girl thinks. Especially not you two.”

The hope had been that seclusion and privacy would give Shuuko an opportunity to open in peace. That Roche could break through the shell of self loathing.

Instead it had calcified, and the once flowing dam had turned into a perverse resolve as Shuuko dug in her feet. It was a perverse display of Shatterscape’s own unwavering resolve, yet another reminder Magical Girls were more than just their powers. A shame that it was working against them.

”Calling me a liar? You know I’m usually more defensive of my reputation but I’ll let it slide given the circumstances..”” Roche exhaled gustily, letting her offered cloak settle over them as she rested her hands upon Shuuko’s back.

”How about this. You be open with me, and you’ll have your chance to prove me wrong. I’ll be open with you, and I’ll have a chance to prove you wrong. You up for it, Shuuko?”

Sylvia looked up at Roche. She did not respond, but the other dark girl could see a practical war unfolding behind the red eyes, its true nature hidden from mundane sight.

”Please take the offer, Sylvi. I know you’re very angry at us, but will you please listen to me?” Ember tried to approach the protector as she spoke. The latter backed up, putting the ever-present distance between the two of them back to where it belonged.

”Yeah, what do you have to lose? She’s just plain wrong! It’ll be a piece of cake to win.” Hotaru grinned, placing her hand on her hips.

”She’s just wasting her time and effort.” Sylvia crossed her arms. ”If I want to be a good friend, I have to stop her.”

”I think that sometimes, the best choice you can make is to let your friends do what might seem unwise in the moment. Maybe they will learn an important lesson from it, as experience is the best teacher.” Ember’s tone remained gentle as she tried to find a crack in Sylvia’s argument.

”Exactly. You know, just like when you learned how to cook for Roche.” Hotaru withdrew her hands from her hips, then pointed at Sylvia. ”Just bet something important to her on it and-”

”No.”

She echoed the word in real life too. ”No.” A simple denial that cut to the bone, leaving no chance for an in. ”Please don’t take bets you can’t win.”

Shuuko would easily be able to feel how hard Roche winced hearing the flat, biting rejection of her offer. It was turning out to be a bitter irony that the stolid Shatterscape was far more hostile than the acerbic Nyxia could be at matters of the heart.

Though their wounds were entirely different.

Her arms stiffened and she’d skipped a breath, her tongue working against the back of her teeth as she struggled to form a response that wasn’t glib or combative. A swallow, her throat dry and gulping air into a leaden chest.

”I won’t lose. No matter what you say, or what you do, I won’t turn away from you.” Roche mustered herself for those, ultimately setting her hands upon Shuuko’s shoulders and sitting up so they were face to face. ”I swear it to you as Rule Keeper, and as a Club Captain, and as your friend.”

”I won’t blink.”

”Do you really know what you’re talking about?” Sylvia sounded… worried? She still spoke quietly, so it was difficult to place. ”You’re… you’re just getting yourself dirty for a girl who’s got mud for blood. I… I don’t think I can let you do that. You’re… You treat me well. That’s enough for me.”

[color=red][i]”She does. She’s doing this because she cares about you, Sylvi-”[i][/color]

”Please let her speak for herself, Ember.” The protector’s interruption rung in their shared space as though it were a gallow. ”She’s important to me. I can’t let her work her fingers to the bone for nothing.”

”So please don’t suffer for my sake.”

”Of course I know what I’m talking about. The only person who gets to decide I’m suffering is me, and spending time with you is the furthest thing from that.”

Ever so slowly her lip curled upward, a grin of confidence upon Roche as she met a gaze that had gone from resolute in its self flagellation to conflicted. Shuuko’s grim resolve wasn’t unshakable, and Roche would take that opportunity and do what she did best; Run with it.

”So I’m going to look forward to more time spent cooking, watching movies, and doing anything else you’d like till you realize that someone else can see how good of a person you are. That I actually feel better just holding you like this right now.”

”Why?” She never really questioned Roche’s presence until now. The protector had just assumed the other girl took some sort of pity on her to keep hanging out, or maybe she tolerated her presence, but now it seemed like the Rulekeeper wanted more than that. Something that sounded as though it were beyond friendship. Or maybe she misread the situation completely and Roche was playing a cruel prank on her.

”No, you didn’t.” Ember smiled. ”I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time. That girl thinks the world of you, Sylvi.” But that was impossible. Sylvia only existed to curse others and to be the shield that took on everything that would harm them. Her reason for being born was so that Chiaki would no longer suffer anymore, so that the protector’s skin would be the one flayed instead of the golden child’s.

”I’m just a filthy girl,” she repeated as though it were a counterpoint, but she did not sound as sure as the first time.

”And I’m an orphan who lied, cheated, and stole to keep living in an empty home. I stalked a man for days before having the chance to kill him snatched from me.”

Roche exhaled, the words no less stressful than they’d been to confess to Norika, but repetition did rob some of the sting to her own heart. ”Rei can kill me with a touch. Kiyo and Tsubomi have no interest in touching anyone. Suki actively avoids me out of disgust and revulsion. Nyxia doesn’t like girls. Shuuko, you are the only person who wanted to come home with me since I became Dark Magical Girl.”

”You could be dripping from having crawled out of the sewers, and I’d still want to have you over again.”

There was no reasoning with Roche. No matter what Sylvia said, or how she spoke, the other girl seemed determined to stick by the protector’s side, to more than just tolerate a filthy existence beside her. It almost felt like she wanted to embrace it completely, professing dark secrets of her own. They were insignificant in comparison to Sylvia’s though, who was merely a useless, good-for-nothing sink of pain. So maybe she could not understand. Maybe she would never get it.

And so, she would have no choice but to protect Roche from the consequences from her own actions.

”Sylvi, please don’t tell me you’re about to stop spending time with this girl. If she wasn’t already on our side, she’d cross over thrice! Please take her feelings into account!”

But she was doing exactly that in her own way.

”You… You’re too kind.” Sylvia wiped her face. Colour had been returning to her for some time now, but it seemed that only now did she regain full control of Shuuko’s body. ”Please think of me when your kindness turns into pain.” She meant it, too. It was the least she could do. It would hurt her beyond belief. And yet there was no other choice.

It was dawning on Roche that neither of them would be budging on their stances, but neither was Shuuko trying so hard to force her away. Almost smugly certain of rightness, yes, but at least she was willing to assume Roche would come to agree with her rather then force the issue.

”We’ve got time for minds to change. Let’s just agree to disagree for today. Want to get something to eat?”Earthshaker said, helping Shuuko rise to her feet before offering her arm to the barely recovered girl. “Want me to carry you down, or should I go snag something from the cafeteria and bring it back?”

”Please wait.” Sylva closed the eyes of Shuuko’s body… or rather, one of the bodies as she focused on the web that was her and her comrades. She reached out to the next nearest Khir, then the body she currently possessed fell to the floor as though its strings had been cut. A couple of minutes later, a transformed Shuuko descended from the skies and untransformed, leaving a body behind along with a little magic. This way, nobody would see it, not to mention she could retrieve it with her Oss later.

”Sorry… if that was too much.” The protector smiled, weak and still a little shaken. ”I’d like to drink something first.” And a way to discourage Roche from following this path, a sentiment she kept to herself as she tried to put on a brave face and lead the two of them towards the cafeteria.



The hug helped. Though Sylvia did not notice it, the heartbeat that had hammered away at her chest started to lessen in Roche's presence, maybe because they had spent so much time together. Really, she could not even count how many nights they sat by each other or just talked, with her stumbling over her words while Roche listened patiently. Then the roles would reverse. She even started to be decent at conversation herself, or at least she hoped so. Clinging to these moments just as strongly as she clung to her blushing, flustered body pillow, the protector relaxed moment by moment. She still kept watch on Tsubomi with half an eye, wondering what horrors she could unleash on her or the rest of Shuuko, but at least she did not tremble like a leaf anymore.

And no, she did not feel embarrassed by Roche's caresses. If anything, they made her more comfortable in the embrace they shared, warmth freely flowing between the two of them.

But speaking of others... whatever happened to Suki and why did Evil Eye leave like that? Nobody said anything offensive or hurtful, in fact, they were trying to cheer up Roche. Indeed, it did not even occur to her that others may have been feeling left out, or upset because of how she behaved, the closeness shared with Roche easily mistaken as something else to outsiders. Maybe even to Roche.

"Y-yeah," she responded shakily to Roche. "I'm here too, especially if you need a meal!"

Now if only Ember would tell her why she palmed her face in their mental space. Sylvia had not said anything wrong, had she? She turned out to be a decent cook and she had to repay Roche for all the time they spent together somehow, not to mention that Roche always enjoyed Sylvia's cooking. Therefore, reminding Roche that she could count on Sylvia for her cooking would surely reassure the Rulekeeper or at least give her something to look forward to.


Though it could be barely seen from afar, Shuuko's body actually trembled under Sylvia's influence, her thoughts spiralling into a chorus of white noise while Hotaru and Ember tried to convince her to step down. However, the former's concerned pleas fell on as much of a deaf ear as the latter's ceaseless bravado. Sylvia did not switch. She refused to switch with another - and everyone had vowed not to force themselves to the front unless the situation proved dire. Like it or not, the two were stuck in the background for the time being.

It sounded like they were talking about the Giga Miseria before Roche stated that their leader would be joining them on their next outing. Of course, Ember had a thousand or more questions regarding Rei's absence, not to mention the permission for Shuuko to go on an absolutely useless trip. There was also the fact that Roche had returned as depressed as she had been when Sylvia first met her. This did not sit well with Ember either.

"Sylvi... please. Please talk to Roche at least. She could use a hug."

And maybe it would distract the protector from the object of her fears. Especially since everyone seemed to be offering a word of support to the Rulekeeper, even Nyxia herself. Even better, Sylvia actually considered the advice and followed up on it.

Right after Kiyo bonked Shuuko's body on the head, Sylvia had it stand up, then move towards Roche. Her movements were stiff and from the outside, it seemed as though she had ignored Kiyo in favour of moving to the side of the Rulekeeper, taking a seat way too close for comfort, then wrapping her up in the most awkward hug known to mankind. Stiff, shivering, heart thumping in her Shuuko's chest, Sylvia was in no condition to give reassurances in a hug. If anything she looked like the one in need of it.

"No... Sylvi... Please switch out for me or Hotaru. It's all right. You don't have to protect us all the time."

"Yeah, that's right! You know I could kick Tsubomi's ass seven ways sunday, right? So come on, let me step up to the plate already!

However, their words fell on deaf ears. Sylvia merely shook her head in response to the others, clinging just a little more tightly to Roche in an effort to take solace in the other girl's presence.


Sylvia almost breathed a sigh of relief as she went through the door, as Acid Drop had not arrived yet. She could prepare herself to face the other dark magical girl at her own time, or maybe if she was lucky, the apathatic girl would not show up at all. Except she did, just moments after Shuuko stepped through the threshold, acting as though nothing happened between the two of them. As though Tsubomi's presence had not lead to that happening.

Shuuko's face lost all semblance of colour as her spine went ramrod straight, heart hammering against her ribs. Sylvia felt as though she fell through layer after layer of clouds, then got impaled by a stone spike right in the chest, piercing her completely - but also condemning her to suffering. For all intents and purposes, she appeared as though she had turned into a salt statue, her limbs locked beside her body even as the club moved. Her gaze got lost in the distance, maybe even peering beyond what was visible. She did not even notice as Roche entered, all but slamming her head into a desk. Only Ember's gentle warning proved enough to snap Sylvia out of her reverie.

Even then, Shuuko's movements remained stiff. She glanced Tsubomi's way every now and then, trying to see if the whirlwind in her head died down at all - but it had not.

"Sylvi... You can't take this." Ember reached out towards her in their mindscape, but Sylvia brushed her off with a wave of her hand.

"I... I have to face her... I can't fear anything if I want to protect you..."

But was it really Tsubomi whom she feared? Or was that merely Shuuko's body reacting to the memories she recalled? And if the latter were true, did that mean she should have focused her fear on her so-called comrades, Hotaru and Ember?

Even as Sylvia lost herself in thought, the other members could no doubt notice her unusual behaviour. She did not greet the members as she usually did; nor did she approach Kiyo or Roche - the two she seemed to cherish the most out of the Detention Club. She had always made sure to reserve a warm comment towards them and had never missed a single day. Of course, it had went without saying that Shuuko had not frozen up like this in the past either.
I keep forgetting Earthshaker isn't Strength from BRS.


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