Reborn as Madokas Twin Brother

Manaka lay on his bed, his hands raised holding a phone, he was playing a game to alleviate his current boredom, did he miss Kyoko...well he kinda did, she had a certain charm to her and it seems it has rubbed of on him.

Manaka sighed as he sat up and kept the phone beside him, he would go eat dinner with the family after Madoka arrived. 

Creak?!.

The door opened with a slightly disturbing sound, he looked towards it and saw that his sister and her friend were peeking in, when they saw him looking at them they fully opened the door, Madoka had a smile on her face as she saw her brother. "Manaka, are you feeling alright?" 

Manaka blinked at her sudden question but he found nothing wrong with it and spoke. "I'm mostly fine, how was your day."

She slowly went towards him and sat beside him on the bed, "It was great, me and Sayaka just came back from a uhm stroll"

He nodded his head in acknowledgment, he then told her about his day. "After I came back from school earlier, I went on a date with a very feisty girl I met a few days ago, she was fun to tease, her name was kyoko by the way"

Madoka acted surprised. "Manaka...I never knew you were a fast romantic, you didn't even know her yet, you already asked her on a date"

Manaka feigned a sigh. "Yeah too bad she got all flustered when I asked her to give me a kiss, well she did say I didn't deserve one for tricking her"

Madoka's jaw dropped. "Wait, you asked for a kiss?! Manaka, that's so bold!"

Sayaka, who had been standing at the doorway with her arms crossed, finally spoke up. "Hold on—Kyoko? You mean that Kyoko? Red hair, acts like she owns the world?"

Manaka smirked, nodding. "Yep, that's the one. And yeah, she's really fun to mess with."

Sayaka groaned, rubbing her forehead. "You have horrible taste in girls, you know that?"

Manaka chuckled. "Oh? And what about you? You still waiting for your 'happily ever after' with Kyosuke?"

Sayaka flinched, glaring at him. "Tch. That's different."

"Sure it is," Manaka replied, leaning back on his bed with a smirk.

Madoka, sensing the tension, quickly changed the subject. "So… what's Kyoko like? I mean, aside from being feisty?"

Manaka hummed, thinking. "She's… interesting. Rough around the edges, but I can tell she's got a good heart under all that attitude. She acts tough, but she's carrying a lot of weight on her shoulders."

Madoka tilted her head. "That sounds kinda… sad."

Manaka nodded. "Yeah. But that's just how life is for magical girls, right?"

Sayaka narrowed her eyes. "So you do know about magical girls."

Manaka glanced at her, his smirk never fading. "Oh i did, ever since Homura Akemi arrived some weird things started happening to me and then i realized something, the life of a magical girl is sad and i initially did not want you to become one but it seems my cute twin here did the smart thing and did not become one yet."

Manaka looped his hands on Madoka's shoulder and brought his face closer to her until their cheeks were touching. 

Madoka let out a small, embarrassed squeak as her brother suddenly pulled her closer. "M-Manaka! What are you doing?!"

Manaka smirked playfully. "Just appreciating my adorable, smart sister for making the right choice. Unlike some people." His eyes flickered toward Sayaka, who immediately scowled.

Sayaka crossed her arms, her irritation growing. "Tch. You make it sound like I made some kind of mistake."

Manaka raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you?" His voice wasn't mocking, but there was something sharp beneath his usual teasing tone.

Sayaka clenched her fists. "No! I chose this! No regrets!"

Manaka sighed, finally letting go of Madoka, who quickly scooted away from him, her face still a bit red. "Alright, alright, if you say so. But let's not pretend you didn't make that contract without fully thinking things through."

Sayaka grit her teeth. "I did think it through! Kyosuke—"

"Doesn't love you, Sayaka." Manaka's words cut through the air like a blade, making both girls freeze. His expression was unreadable, but there was no mockery in his voice this time—only cold truth.

Sayaka took a step back, as if physically recoiling from the words. "T-That's not—! You don't know that!"

Manaka shrugged, leaning back on his bed. "Maybe. But you don't either. You made a wish for him, but you never even asked what he wanted, did you?"

Sayaka's lips parted, but no words came out.

Manaka continued, his tone almost lazy. "You think that by sacrificing yourself, he'll look at you differently. That he'll suddenly realize you're the one who's been by his side all this time. But let me ask you this, Sayaka…" He turned his head toward her, his eyes sharp. "What happens if he doesn't?"

Sayaka's hands trembled slightly, but she clenched them into fists. "Shut up," she muttered.

Manaka tilted his head. "Sayaka—"

"I said shut up!" she snapped, her voice shaking. "You don't know how I feel! You don't know what it's like to care about someone so much that you'd do anything for them!"

Manaka didn't flinch. Instead, his gaze softened—just a little. "Actually, I do."

Sayaka looked at him, startled.

Manaka sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't lie to myself about it."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Madoka shifted uneasily, clearly unsure of what to say.

Sayaka swallowed hard, her emotions boiling under the surface, but she forced herself to turn away. "I don't need your opinion," she muttered. "I'll prove you wrong."

Without another word, she stormed out of the room, leaving Madoka and Manaka in awkward silence.

Madoka sighed, looking at her brother with a mix of concern and exasperation. "Manaka… did you really have to say all that?"

Manaka closed his eyes. "She needed to hear it."

Madoka frowned but didn't argue. She just hoped Sayaka would be okay.

Manaka had a mischievous smile on his face "Now then sis, we haven't talked for a while...so can I ask a simple question, do you have a crush on Homura"

Madoka nearly choked on air. "W-What?!" Her face turned beet red as she stared at her brother in shock.

Manaka smirked at her reaction. "Oh, come on. It's obvious. She always stares at you like you're the only person in the world, and you? You get all nervous and flustered whenever she's around." He leaned in slightly. "So? Am I right?"

Madoka flailed her arms. "T-That's not—! I mean, Homura-chan is really nice, and she always helps me, but—!"

"Uh-huh." Manaka gave her a knowing look. "You're not denying it."

Madoka puffed out her cheeks. "You're so annoying, Manaka!"

He chuckled. "I'm just looking out for my sister. If you do like her, you should figure things out before it's too late."

Madoka hesitated at that. "Too late?" she echoed softly.

Manaka's smirk faded slightly. "I dunno. I just get the feeling that Homura's fighting against something really big… and if you don't reach out to her soon, you might lose the chance."

Madoka frowned, looking down at her lap. "I… I don't want to lose Homura-chan."

Manaka patted her head, his usual teasing replaced with something gentler. "Then don't. Simple as that."

Madoka stayed quiet for a moment before nodding. "I'll… think about it."

Manaka smiled. "Good."

Just then, their mother's voice called from downstairs. "Madoka! Manaka! Dinner's ready!"

Madoka stood up quickly. "Ah! We should go before Mom gets mad."

Manaka stretched lazily before following her. "Yeah, yeah. Let's eat."

...

The Salem witch trials took place in Salem Village, Massachusetts Bay Colony from June 1692 to May 1693.

What were the trials about you ask?.

The Salem witch trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions where people were accused of practicing witchcraft. Fueled by fear, paranoia, and religious extremism, the trials resulted in the execution of 20 individuals—mostly women—while many others were imprisoned. The hysteria began when young girls in Salem Village claimed to be afflicted by supernatural forces, and their accusations quickly spiraled into widespread panic. The trials are now viewed as one of the darkest chapters in American colonial history, serving as a cautionary tale about mass hysteria and injustice.

But in this world, it was not all that far away from the truth.

The cause of all that mess was Kyubey, the young girls made a wish that turned them into Magical girls and when they told the villagers of the news, they proclaimed them as witches.

It is ironic that the very thing meant to bring them hope instead led to their downfall.

Kyubey, as always, had no sense of morality—only cold, calculated efficiency. To him, it didn't matter that these girls were hunted down and burned at the stake. What mattered was the energy produced from their suffering. The greater the despair, the stronger the harvest.

And so, the so-called witches of Salem were not mere victims of paranoia and superstition. They were real magical girls, betrayed by the very people they had wished to protect.

Some fought back, unleashing their magic in desperate attempts to survive. But that only confirmed the villagers' fears. To the common people, the glowing lights, the inhuman strength, the ability to heal wounds—it was all the devil's work. They were monsters. Witches. And witches had to be destroyed.

Kyubey watched it all unfold with unblinking red eyes, satisfied with the outcome. It was only natural. The cycle of hope and despair had always been the same, no matter the era.

Kyubey watched as the girls burns, he watches as their soul gems darken and he watched as they turned into actual witches.

So what?.

He didn't care.

It was humanities problem after all.