Reborn as Madokas Twin Brother

Once class was over Manaka silently watched his sister go somewhere with Sayaka.

And so he followed them but he was not going to interfere.

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"Well then let's begin the first lesson of Magical Girls 101, Are you ready" An upperclass girl said as she spoke to Sayaka and Madoka, she had Yellow hair and a composed demeanour.

Sayaka with an excited smile and a bat in her hand replied. "Yep bring it on?!, I borrowed this from the P.E classroom"

"Hmm at least you're enthusiastic" Mami replied satisfied, she then turned to madoka. "Madoka did you bring anything?"

"Huh?!" She replied and immediately showing her notebook filled with hastily drawn magical girl costumes and ideas. "I-I wasn't sure what to bring, so I thought maybe I could design something!" Madoka stammered, her cheeks turning pink.

Sayaka laughed. "Madoka, we're supposed to be fighting witches, not starting a fashion line!"

Mami chuckled softly. "That's alright, Madoka. Enthusiasm is just as important as skill. Now, let's move on to the basics." She gracefully twirled her musket in her hand, her composed demeanor never wavering. "Today, I'll teach you how to recognize a witch's labyrinth and how to protect yourselves if you accidentally enter one."

Manaka's eyes were closed, he wasn't near them he was at considerable distance so he won't be sensed by the magical girl, the yellow haired girl was one and he doesn't think she would let him go like Kyoko did...Manaka was a bit intimidated by Mami.

Manaka opened his eyes. "So are you gonna talk or continue staring at me Homura Akemi?"

"Who...are you?" Homura asked, she had a look of confusion on her face, she didn't recognise Manaka.

"I'm Manaka Kaname the twin brother of Madoka Kaname" Manaka replied.

Homura couldn't make sense of the situation, well she can but it seems strange. "You feel like a witch"

"Sure but let me ask you this question, Why?" Manaka said looking at their dead in the eyes.

"Why what?" Homura asked cautiously, narrowing her eyes at him. She didn't like how calm he seemed, even in the face of her suspicion.

"Why are you so determined to protect my sister?" Manaka's voice was steady, almost too calm. "You've been watching her, haven't you? Following her, just like I do. But unlike me, you seem to know more than you let on. So I'm asking—why?"

Homura hesitated, her expression unreadable. "That's none of your concern," she said coldly,. "My reasons are my own."

"The witch of Misfortune, Kremhield Gretchen, how many times did you see her become that Homura Akemi" Manaka smiled. His pink tinted eyes were starting to turn an unnatural dark.

Homura froze, her cold demeanor cracking for a brief moment as her violet eyes widened. "How do you know that name?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hey why don't you just give up, why not just let the world end and allow the Incubators to win, why do make yourself duffer Homura Akemi, I mean you don't really know what will happen in the end" Manaka said In a mocking tone.

Homura's hands clenched into fists, her entire body tensing at Manaka's words. His calm, almost taunting tone dug under her skin like a splinter. "You don't understand," she said sharply, her voice laced with frustration. "This isn't just about me. This is about her. I'll never let Madoka suffer that fate again. Never."

"But hasn't she already suffered in the dozen or so timelines you abandoned, Well Homura Akemi let me tell you something, Madoka Kaname of your timeline is forever gone and now the one of this timeline is who your after, so can you justify that your giving yourself hope on saving madoka while you let her face despair countless other times, Answer me Homura Akemi"

"...Shut up" She said cold and distasteful.

Manaka shrugged, at the moment he wasn't really acting like his usual self. "Okay, anyways don't become a witch or you won't be able to save madoka again, for now I shall say farewell to you Homura Chan"

Manaka turned and began walking away, his dark eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and something darker. He could feel Homura's gaze burning into his back, but he didn't care. The encounter had been brief but enough to stir the tension between them.

Homura stood still for a moment, her fists still clenched at her sides. Her mind raced with questions and suspicions, the unsettling encounter leaving her with more uncertainty than before. Was Manaka a threat? Or was he something else entirely—someone who knew too much, yet seemed to hide his true intentions?.

As Manaka walked he sighed, he lost his sister and kind find her at the moment and the more pressing thing is, he is being affected by the Despair.

So he would have to look for a witch now, he could also just spread a curse since he feels he can but at the same time he might be hunted down by magical girls.

Suddenly as he was contemplating, someone bumped into him. when he looked up he saw it was a man with blank eyes, it was like there was nothing in his eyes, it was like he was being controlled, then he saw a stran mark on the person's neck. it was a witches kiss.

the man continued walking

toward an abandoned building. Manaka's eyes narrowed as he followed the man from a safe distance. The faint trace of magical energy in the air confirmed his suspicions—a witch's labyrinth was nearby.

The building seemed lifeless, but as Manaka stepped closer, the world around him began to distort. The walls rippled, and the dull atmosphere shifted into a surreal, nightmarish landscape. Strange, colorful patterns spiraled across the ground, and ominous whispers filled the air.

He had entered the labyrinth.

The controlled man disappeared into the depths of the maze, his figure fading into the swirling darkness. Manaka smirked to himself, the unease within him giving way to a dark sense of purpose.

"Finally," he muttered under his breath. "Something worth my time."

As he ventured further, the oppressive energy of the labyrinth seemed to press against his body. He could hear faint cries and distorted laughter echoing through the maze. The witch's presence was strong, and Manaka could feel its influence tugging at his own Despair.

He closed his eyes...

Then he opened them, he was holding the spear he had from the dream and the same outfit too. Manaka stepped forward and made its way to the witches chamber.

He easily cleared the familiars with basic movements and attacks and soon he was upon the witch.

In the wo of of Madoka Magica all witches have a symbolic meaning and so this witch has too.

The witch was a porcelain doll wearing an old fashioned mask that covered it's entire face, on its hand was a wand that it waved as musical notes floated around her.

The witch's chamber was a haunting concert hall, with floating, shattered violins and piano keys scattered throughout the air. The porcelain doll witch hovered in the center, swaying gently as if orchestrating a melody only it could hear. The notes it conjured twisted and transformed into razor-sharp blades that flew erratically through the air, slashing at the walls and leaving deep scars on the labyrinth's distorted surfaces.

Manaka observed the witch carefully. The way it moved, the way its masked face seemed emotionless yet unnervingly expressive—it was a stark reminder of the despair and isolation it embodied. Its musical attacks were chaotic, but there was a strange rhythm to them, a hint of order in the chaos.

"So, you're the conductor of this twisted symphony," Manaka muttered, tightening his grip on his spear. "Fine. Let's dance."

The witch raised its wand, and a cacophony of sound erupted around the chamber. Waves of destructive music surged toward Manaka, forcing him to dodge and weave through the barrage. Each note struck the ground with explosive force, sending shards of glass-like debris flying in all directions.

Manaka leapt high into the air, his spear spinning like a cyclone as he deflected the incoming attacks. His eyes locked onto the witch, his expression dark yet calm. As he descended, he hurled his spear with immense force, aiming directly for the witch's masked face.

Manaka frowned, his eyes glowed, he was using the ability of the magical that turned into a witch to see the weak points in objects, he summoned another weapon, a long dark bow with a single pink string.

His eyes focused on the weak spot of the witch he stretched the string backwards and an arrow appeared glowing an ominous brownish pink.

He then released the string.

The released arrow streaked towards the witch with unmatched speeds and hitting it straight at its weak points.

All the attacks in the labyrinth ceased, the witch let out a horrifying screen as it started to break apart piece by piece, it's labyrinth which was about to collapse suddenly turned into a whirlpool that was immediately absorbed into a small dark pink gem on Manaka's Ring, it was his Grief seed or Soul gem, his grieful soul gem and merging with his own labyrinth.

The witch finally collapsed and dropped a grief seed. "That was intense"

He muttered with a frown, he walked towards the grief seed and took it."Let's devour your despair and wish and then free you from this corruption lost soul

Manaka absorbed the soul gem until what was left was a pure white soul gem, slowly it began to crack and when it finally did, a girl waved at him and said something that Manaka couldn't understand but if he were to guess, she said thank you.

The dark and sinister feeling Manaka was excluding was finally gone and his eyes slowly went back to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Hah, I almost became evil"