Wow, seriously what the fuck is this.

This is an old-ass idea in my mind that I'm just barely working on now. I honestly have zero idea where this will go, but I'll just say that this fic stays more upbeat than depressing.

So uh yeah. Basic outline, slightly expanded from the main description: Homucifer gets bored, checks out alternate universes with her FABULOUS powers, and ends up slamming two universes together. Now we get genderswapped versions of the Madoka cast (Along with Hitomi and Nagisa) running around. Oh and Madoka gets her memories back, and now everyone's trying to stop Homura from doing dumb shit again. Then things get...nuts, for lack of a better term.

This fic was hard to plan for (before I went "FUCK PLANNING" and just charged ahead. Madoka's timeline is so compact and stuffed in there that finding a place to start from is REALLY hard.

There is no romance in this. There are also OCs beyond the genderswapped cast. Actually, the cast gets kind of big later on, assuming I get that far.

Please tell me if I'm going OOC with some of the female cast. I'm trying to make the males be like the girls but in subtly different ways.

/

Chapter 1: You, Meet Yourself

Marui Kaname lived peacefully, if homelessly, on a small dirt patch on an abandoned plot of Mitakihara land.

Madoka Kaname also lived on this plot of land, except it was a bustling and well-populated neighborhood.

Both were completely unaware of each other's existence, however, as they occupied different universes.

Then Homucifer fucked everything up.

/

Madoka Kaname lived a peaceful life. She was mildly perturbed by the black-haired girl who had spent far too much time trying to get close to her for no discernible reason, but besides that, her acclimation to Japan was rather easy and quick. It had been about 2 weeks after she had come back from America, and she was fitting in rather nicely. Sure, old man Ōbayashi sometimes acted she was permanently tainted by gaijin but no one liked him anyway.

It was Sunday, and thus a day of relaxation. She didn't have any homework, having finished it the day before, and thus she quickly went downstairs, not even changing from her yellow pajamas, to watch some TV. Her house was incredibly nice and well-furnished, almost completely made out of glass and making a striking image, one helped by her dad, who was busy snipping away at his garden. She waved to him as she walked to the living room.

Her mother would most certainly be drunk off her ass in the kitchen and her brother would be playing idly in his room, so the TV was free. She plopped down, her pink hair lightly flying through the air, and proceeded to watch about an hour's worth of television. Thankfully, they were running some re-runs of old Precure series-she always had loved them, as if they spoke to an inner part of her soul...maybe that was a sign, but she wasn't sure. For whatever reason, Precure and other Mahoushoujo series made her feel nostalgic, but not for her childhood, for something else...

About an hour into the show, her cell phone started buzzing. It was her friend, Sayaka Miki. A little miffed (though she did not let her anger show one bit in her tone), she answered. "Hello? Sayaka?"

"Hey, Madoka!" Sayaka's exuberance radiated out even through a phone. "Ha, just callin' to see if you're gonna hang out with me and Kyouko? We're thinking of hitting the mall, maybe to the arcade."

"Ah, sure, I'll come with you. You've been getting along well ever since she moved in..."

"Of course! Kyouko's a crazy girl, all right, but at least she's honest, I guess. Shame about her family, though..."

"Well, I want to get to know her a little better, so I'll come!"

"Eh!? Not for me?" Sayaka pouted jocularly.

"Oh, I'm...yeah, I'm coming for you too! You're my friend! Let me get ready, I'll meet you there in about an hour..." She hung up and put the phone back in her pocket, sighing. "Sayaka...you're just so full of energy...I like that, though." Smiling, Madoka got up, switching the TV off, and proceeded upstairs to change into slightly more fitting clothes for going outside.

At her door, she thought out loud while opening it-"What should I wear today-"

When she opened it, she found a young boy with pink hair lying on her bed, groggily getting up.

/

Too stunned to do anything, Madoka simply stared, slack-jawed, at the intruder. Her first thoughts were "He's kind of cute" and "WHY IS HE IN MY BED". She watched him slowly get up-he seemed much like her in far too many ways to be comfortable. He yawned a little, showing off his body as he stretched-like her, he was rather short and scrawny and not exactly a manly man. His hair was cut short; in many ways, he resembled a hypothetical Madoka if she had been a man.

As he rose, he finally opened his eyes. "Where am I?" He looked around, slightly bewildered, until his eyes met Madoka's.

They locked in a long, but not at all romantic, way.

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM!?

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"

Both then realized that they had screamed incredibly loud and instinctively covered their mouths. Downstairs, Madoka's mom, Junko, could be heard. "Um, Madoka? What's wrong?" Rhythmic footsteps could be heard on the long wooden staircase.

"Uh-oh, mom's coming up..." Madoka, incredibly flustered, pointed at the youth. You! Hide underneath my covers!"

"What?" He looked slightly confused and bewildered himself.

"JUST DO IT!"

The boy quickly followed her orders and stuffed himself underneath the pink, fluffy covers. Feels kind of good...He then quickly laid as still as possible. Madoka herself then proceeded to make herself seem as normal as possible as the thump...thump...thump of Junko came closer, until she had finally reached the door.

"Madoka?" She opened it, her face slightly red from a critical overdose of alcohol. "What was that yelling?"

Madoka was at a loss for words, her glance quickly jumping back and forth to the bed. The boy was doing a good job of not standing out, though. "Um, nothing, mom..."

"What's going on?" Junko forced her way into the room. "You have a boy in here?"

"Not...not at all! You've got everything all wrong!" Madoka was acutely aware that her actions were only making Junko more suspicious.

"Hm..." Junko prowled around the room like a cat stalking its prey, except stumbling from drunkenness. She nearly knocked over all of Madoka's work which had been quietly lying on her desk in her daze. When she went near the bed, Madoka thought that she was done, covering her eyes with her hands, but Junko failed to notice in her drunkenness and left the room, stumbling. "Honestly, what was that screaming for...? You got lucky this time, Madoka. Tell your boyfriend to leave quickly."

Madoka waited until she was sure that Junko's footsteps. I'm never going to hear the end of this... Sighing, she turned back to the bed. "She's gone, now." she called out to the boy quietly.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, now get up and tell me who the hell you are!"

The boy rose from the sheets, flinging them away, before getting up and dusting himself off. He looked like he was practically homeless, wearing an old and ratty T-shirt with some holes in it. His jeans weren't much better off. His hair, despite being so short, was slightly messy and had a dull color to it, much unlike Madoka's bright and radiant locks. "I'm Marui Kaname "

"Kana...me?" Madoka SHAFT-tilted her head in confusion. "But that's impossible. Unless you're some relative I don't know, you can't be a Kaname!

The boy looked confused and SHAFT-head-tilted in return. "What?"

"I'm Madoka Kaname. How can you have the exact same family name as me? And you look like me, plus our names both mean 'round'...?"

"You're taking this awfully well. I would have assumed that you would still think I was coming to kill you or something."

"I can just tell when people are nice, I guess." Madoka beamed brightly.

Marui was taken aback-she seemed so messianic...she reminded him of himself...what was it about her? Not merely looks, not merely family name, but something deeper. Almost as if she was him, from another world, or even universe. He could not tell, but Madoka felt the same way about him. They spent several awkward seconds observing each other.

"...Anyway, I want to know what exactly has happened here. I remember this place being an abandoned plot of land...not a full-fledged house." He took a few glances out of the window. "Yeah. None of this was here..."

Marui bit his lip. "Perhaps...no, there's no way, Kyubey said it wasn't possible, unless Akiyoshi...oh man, I gotta see if Yoshiki and Ringo are here too!"

/

Sayaka and Kyouko's Apartment ...

Meanwhile, Sayaka and Kyouko had their own problems to deal with. Mainly, the two boys who had somehow managed to show up out of nowhere.

"You better have some good answers for what exactly is going on here!" Kyouko kicked the red-haired boy on the ground with such force he nearly fainted.

"Ugh...oh god...can barely breathe..." Another kicked roused him. "I swear...I don't know. But I live here dammit!" He groggily rose to the ground only to be slammed by Kyouko in the jaw. "I live here with Yoshiki!"

Sayaka, standing next to Kyouko, shrugged. "You're crazy then. Me and Kyouko live here."

"Unless I somehow managed to enter an alternate universe...that's bullshit!" The red-haired youth rose even quicker this time and threw a swift hook at Kyouko. She dodged it and grabbed his arm, smiling deviously as she twisted it until he pulled back. He looked like crap, but that was mostly from Kyouko's immense beating. He resembled her greatly in looks. He was a little taller and skinnier, sure, but otherwise they seemed like brother and sister. They even preferred to keep their hair tied up. "You're...damn good..." He pulled out a small box of pocky. "Want some? I give it to people who beat me."

Kyouko was slightly taken aback. "You and me...we seem to share far more than you'd expect." She smiled and took the pocky, stuffing one in her mouth. "...But you're still a creepy-ass intruder!" She lunged forward for another attack, but her efforts were stopped by the other boy on the ground, who grabbed her ankle. Unable to respond, she tripped into the red-haired boy, sending both of them to the ground with a crash

The other boy chuckled. "Dammit, Ringo...what the hell did you do this time?" He had blue hair and was to Sayaka as Ringo was to Kyouko-similar overall looks, and build. For him and Sayaka, though, the similarities were even more acute. "Now, as my friend tried to say, we supposedly live here." He pulled a small ring from his pocket and put it on his finger. "Now-"

When she saw the ring, Sayaka's eyes went wide. It was very simple, being nothing more than a circular band of metal-but it perfectly resembled her own ring.

The ring that was, in reality, her own Soul Gem. The proof that she was a Magical Girl.

"Are you...impossible...you can't be a Magical Girl!"

The air in the room was immediately stopped. Kyouko turned back to her stunned roomate, rather surprised herself. Her face was incredulous as her gaze flew from Yoshiki and Sayaka. "You sayin' he's a Magical Girl? That's damn impossible."

"I'm not a Magical Girl. Such a thing doesn't even exist." Yoshiki tapped the ring once-it shone blue and shifted like a blob of amorphous matter, into a small Soul Gem, shaped like a sapphire, mostly blue but with red bands of an unknown metal lining it like a cage. "I'm a Magical Boy, yes."

Kyouko rose, ignoring Ringo, and quickly walked over to him, grabbing the Gem. "But...that's impossible. Magical Boys don't exist. Only Girls." She summoned her own Gem rather hastily and grabbed Yoshiki by the shoulder. "You shittin' me?"

"Not in the slightest-get off of me!" He pushed her away but her grip was strong enough to stay strong. "Damn, you're strong..."

Ringo finally managed to make himself relevant again by getting up, albeit slowly. "Hey, get off my damn friend!" Gripping her shoulder, he wrenched Kyouko off of Yoshiki with intense force. Her grip was so hard that Yoshiki was dragged along with her.

Kyouko, not one for being spun around. immediately responded with the punch of a delinquent, simultaneously deadly yet unrefined. It hit Ringo square in the jaw, but he barely responded to it.

"Oh, little girlie here thinks she's a bancho!" He assumed a fighting stance of a delinquent himself, and beckoned her on with a cocky gleam in his eye.

The scarlet-haired girl smirked at his enthusiasm. "Oh, not really, but they can teach you a thing or two!" She went in for another punch, this time aimed at the gut. Ringo blocked it with his hand went in for a right hook with unparalleled viciousness. He hit Kyouko square in the side of her head, but she grinned, ignoring the ringing pain in her ear and smacked his shin with her foot. Recoiling from the impact, Ringo stumbled back, his leg firing up in pain.

"Ah...damn, you're strong for being so small..." He tried to remain aloof, but he couldn't help but grimace at the pain.

Yoshiki grabbed Sayaka by the shoulder and pulled her closer. A little shocked, she instinctively pushed him away "Don't touch me!"

"Sorry." He pulled away as Kyouko and Ringo went at it once more. "It's just...Ringo gets violent when he's focused, and I don't want you to get hurt. You're just a bystander." He returned his attention to his friend. "Ringo! Stop!"

Ringo ended a punch that was just about to hit Kyouko and looked over to his friend. Both he and Kyouko were starting to bleed a little. "Oh come on, I wanna show this girl who's boss!"

"Who cares about that!?" Yoshiki angrily stomped over to Ringo and smashed him straight in the gut. Ringo collapsed almost immediately to the ground in pain, clutching his stomach. Yoshiki turned back to the two girls.

"I'm Yoshiki Miki. He's Ringo Sakura."

Sayaka and Kyouko's eyes grew wide at this statement. Sayaka spoke first. "Impossible. You can't have the same last names as us! And look like us! And you remind us of...well, us too much!"

"Let's...sit down."

Somehow, the four of them found themselves sitting near the massive glass wall of Sayaka's apartment. They had a gorgeous view of Mitakihara and its ultramodern skyline that seemed to stretch for miles. The sun was shining brightly, fully illuminating the calm blues and whites of the city. They were sitting around a glass table. A steaming teapot, a few pieces of blank paper, and a blank pen were lying on it.

Kyouko and Ringo were staring daggers at each other, a low sort of rumble emitting from each other's throat, but for the most part, tensions seemed somewhat cooled down. They weren't attacking each other in the very least.

Kyouko was the first to speak. "Okay, so let's go over the weird stuff first. You-" She pointed an accusatory finger at Yoshiki, who grimaced back in return. Kyouko didn't apologize, though, as she continued. "Your given name..." She pushed the paper to him. "Write it. In kanji."

Yoshiki gave her an annoyed stare, but wrote the name down anyway. His lines were sharp and rough, and his hand was shaking with indignation.

美樹

He placed the pen down calmly. Kyouko then hastily pushed the paper to Sayaka. "Write down your family name in kanji too." Sayaka took the pen and quickly wrote the kanji. Her lines were less rough.

美樹

The eyes of all four widened. The kanji were exactly the same.

Sayaka grimaced. "Of all the...the kanji 美樹 can be read in names as both 'Miki' and 'Yoshiki'...out of all the ways to write 'Yoshiki', your parents chose that one!? That's too damn weird!" She pointed the pen dead-on at Yoshiki.

"It's strange, I know." He said in response, grabbing the pen and forcing her hand down. "Sorry, don't like people to point at me..."

Kyouko, unsure of what to do, grabbed the teapot and poured herself a cup. Ringo proceeded to do the exact same thing. Both of them glared at each other as they blew over their cups, observing each other in the steam. Then they both sipped (more "gulped") at exactly the same time. Both recoiled in response, starting to become slightly worried about their similarities.

After a few terse seconds, Kyouko spoke up. "...How about your name?"

Ringo put his cup down and smirked. "Not much. It's just short for 'Ringomoto' [AN: roughly "near the apple (trees)]. You're Kyouko [AN: 'apricot'], right?" He stopped for a second to lean in close and smugly smirk. "Funny how our names both have something to do with fruit, huh?"

Kyouko pushed him away forcefully and spat in disgust. "It's not funny, you goddamn idiot. This name stuff is starting to drive me crazy. Sorry, Madoka, you'll have to wait..." She reached throughout her sweater and pulled out another stick of Pocky. "Alright, let's get to the point. Explain this 'Magical Boy' stuff."

Yoshiki responded first. "Well, it's...I guess it's weird to explain. This...thing called Kyubey comes up, right?" Both girls nodded, their faces growing grimmer with scowls. "And he lets us have one wish-and in return for that wish, we get powers and have to fight these beings called Wraiths."

"That's almost a dead ringer for our system here...except we fight." Kyouko impatiently reached into her sweater and pulled out an apple before chomping down on it with a resounding crunch.

Said crunch reverberated throughout the air-everyone remained silent.

"That doesn't make any sense-it's like you two bastards are from some alternate universes or something!"

Yoshiki's eyes went wide open. "You might have an idea...that actually makes a lot of sense! Quick, do you know a girl with pink hair?"

"Uh...yeah. Madoka Kaname."

Yoshiki and Ringo both glared at each other, their worried faces betraying their emotions. The blue-haired boy frowned and glanced back at the two girls. "Then she should know a guy named Marui. Do you also know a blond-haired girl, and one with black-" he stopped at that last one. "Let's not open those wounds."

"A blond-haired girl...? Mami Tomoe?"

/

"You still have explained very little."

"I have explained enough to inform you. You're stubborn. Like me, I guess."

"You have barely told me anything."

"Can I still stay here?"

"Of course not!"

Mami Tomoe had a rather annoying situation on her hands. She had merely been enjoying a nice tea in her apartment when an unknown boy had unceremoniously "popped" into existence in her room. He had called himself "Hakyou Tomoe", and while the fact that they shared family names was enough to perturb her, the fact that the name "Hakyou" had the kanji for "Tomoe" in it was enough to make her believe that she was being led on.

But the boy was rather insistent, and she had to admit, that the two seemed to share a certain resemblance beyond family name and blond hair. For one, Hakyou was just as dignified and elegant as she was, and he exuded a presence that even Mami found compelling. Of course, her own charisma stopped her, and the two could feel their respective magnetism constantly conflicting. Like repelled like, and it was no different for those two.

Was this what happened when an unstoppable force met an immovable object?

"Why can't I?" Hakyou asked, rather annoyed, stroking his golden hair with a masturbatory self-centeredness. "I just need to stay and find my friends and figure out what nonsense is going on."

"Because how can I trust someone like you?" Mami replied after sipping a cup of steaming tea. She brought it to her eyes and studied his visage in the steam. "You just showed up out of nowhere and start acting like you rule the place."

"In my eyes, it was YOU who came from nowhere. If I'm right, I somehow got transferred into an alternate universe, hopefully with my friends."

"That's positively insane."

"What other option do we have? In my universe, this place is my house. It looks completely different." Hakyou looked around at Mami's apartment. He was particularly impressed at how clean it was...compared to his. "You have good decoration skills."

"Alright, assuming your strange explanation is correct...then who exactly are you?" Mami took another sip of tea, running her cup dry. "I'm going to get some more tea." She said while rising to her feet.

"What else could I be?"

Hakyou looked off into the distance.

"I'm you from another universe."

Mami could only think of how she had enough trouble with Nagisa. Don't tell me there'll be a male Nagisa as well...

/

Somewhere in Mitakihara city, high up in the skyscrapers...

"So you call yourself Homura Akemi?"

"And you call yourself Akiyoshi Akemi."

"This is exactly why one shouldn't play with universes too much. Where did that power come from anyway? I worry that some of our closest acquaintances are...gaining their memories back."

"This? I...I gained this power to save the girl I love, Madoka Kaname."

"Funny. I became a Demon much like you are a Devil, Homura...to save the man I love, Marui Kaname."

"I have a feeling...that you and I have much in common, Akiyoshi."

/

I'm not sure about this. This first chapter is a little uneven in parts, but I'm going to assume that's just me worrying.

Oh well, the crazy shit will start happening in the next chapter. This fic is gonna ping-pong from wacky and crazy to serious, I swear, I cannot make my mind up.

I highly suggest you look up an artist named "Kurono Yuu" on Danbooru (put "kurono_yuu genderswap" in the search bar). They make a lot of genderswap Madoka fanart, and many of their designs were inspirations for the genderswapped Magica Quartet:

Hakyou: . /posts/909772

Ringo: .us/posts/908792

Marui: .us/posts/1163800

Akiyoshi and Yoshiki, however, are more from this incredible picture: .us/posts/899916

(Speaking of, I'm not the only one who would play a Madoka otoge like that, right? Seriously? Hottest. Idea. EVER. Bromura all the way every day)