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It was a peaceful morning in Mitakihara City, for most. Under normal circumstances, the Kaname household would've been no different.
But that morning, Madoka Kaname woke up screaming. And screaming. And screaming. Her parents had rushed to her bedside at once, even her normally slow to wake mother brought to immediate alertness at the earsplitting cries of their daughter.
The cause was as obvious as it was confusing. A mark on her hand, glowing a blinding mix of Pink and Purple.
She had awakened her soul-bond.
Not abnormal for a 14 year old. But they weren't known to glow like that. And the screaming...
Possibilities flooded the heads of the couple as to the source of it. She was clearly in immense agony. Too much to communicate much of coherence. But the only conclusion they could think of... it was impossible. Even disturbing.
Perhaps it was unrelated to her manifesting her soul-mark?
Regardless of the cause, they knew the only sensible thing to do. In short order, she had been transferred to the ER.
In only a few minutes, a conclusion would be reached.
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In a small room in the same hospital, at the same time on that same morning, a similar scene played out. Homura Akemi, an orphaned heart patient who had recently undergone surgery, woke up screaming. The glowing pink and purple mark on her hand offered a possible explanation, but even it's basis that a strong enough bond could make the colors so vibrant as to glow, was only theoretical, and it did not explain how such a thing had occurred.
None of their tests had determined a different cause. Nothing was wrong with her that wasn't already before the incident had occurred. In fact, she had somehow fixed her eyes and heart. She was screaming and crying, but she was healthier, physically, than before.
When Madoka Kaname was admitted to the same facility, in much the same condition, it only seemingly confirmed the source of the issue.
It wasn't long until the two were introduced to each other, or rather just made to hold hands by the medical staff. Neither of them were lucid enough to follow that instruction on their own.
It worked. Both girls immediately falling silent, before quickly falling into a deep embrace, clinging to one another like their lives depended on it. It didn't undo the mental damage that had already occurred, and Madoka had actually torn her vocal cords during the ordeal. The two stared out past each other's shoulders, expressions blank, before passing out in Homura's hospital bed only minutes later.
In their sleep, they continued to cling together. Tighter and tighter, as if attempting to ensure they would never be separated again.