Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Visionary

Blind faith

"BITCH!"

Kyouko struck with her spear.

Oriko rose from her seat. Enough so that the gem on her collar was not hit, but could not say the same for her chest. She felt a mix of pain with cold from the metal in her guts, the blood rushing down her throat and choking.

"Oh no! It's too bad?" Asked Kirika in desperation.

Oriko was confused. She was sitting together with Kirika, next to a white table in the middle of a private garden behind a stone mansion, with high walls to prevent unwanted observers. In addition, she was not wearing her magical girl clothes.

Then she felt she was holding something, a cup, filled with blood. Startled, she dropped, letting it to roll through the table and pour the entire contents.

"Big love?!" Kirika rose from her chair. "Are you all right? I'll never make red tea again."

"It is not the tea. It is because I... I am a little tense." Oriko put a hand on her forehead. "I think it is anxiety about tonight."

"Hmmm..." Kirika took the cup Oriko had dropped. "No need to lie just because I made this tea to be a surprise. You looked like you were choking, if it's not good..."

"It is great." Oriko smiled. "We both had the same idea to make a surprise. What did you think of my cheesecake?"

"The best of all world!" Kirika answered promptly.

"I thought it was too mushy." Oriko stared at the dessert on her plate. "Have I missed something or needed to stay longer in the refrigerator or..." She stopped when she felt hands on her shoulders. "Huh?"

"Yeah, you're very tense." Kirika spoke in the ear of Oriko. "I think a good massage should help."

Oriko shifted in her chair. "Oh. Please continue."

Kirika began to squeeze the shoulders and using her thumbs to make a circular massage on the nape. "That's good? I'm not doing too hard?"

"The problem is not about the strength, but the spot." Commented Oriko, who hung her head to the side. "My neck bothers me."

"Ah... Kukuku..." Kirika blushed. "I'll have to examine this very closely."

"Uhummm..." Oriko just closed her eyes, smiling.

Kirika came very close to Oriko's neck skin and whispered. "It seems to be quite serious, it'll need a special treatment. What do you think?"

Still with eyes closed, Oriko replied. "Yuma."

"Hi?" Kirika was confused, then she glanced at the sliding door that leads to the garden.

Yuma was watching the two, grinning.

"Ah!" Kirika moved away from Oriko and began scratching her head. "Hahaha... You scared me, little love."

"Sorry papa, is that mama wanted to see how I'd get in that dress." Yuma swayed her black skirt, which accompanied a white long-sleeved shirt.

Oriko got up and approached Yuma. "Very good. I wore this when I was at your age, it' is of a fine quality." She then stretched the little girl's arm. "Your are shorter, I have to do a hem in that sleeve."

"Ahhh..." Yuma was disappointed. "So I wont be able to use it in our class today in the park?"

"Oh right..." Oriko did not want to leave Yuma even more sad, but there was no other option. "Today there will be no class, I have an appointment."

"Appointment?" Kirika approached the two.

"I will go out alone."

"Why?" Kirika was perplexed. "You had a vision?"