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Madoka's Problems

Part 1

"What seems to be the problem now, Madoka?" the blue haired friend looked quite messy with bits of hair pulling out of her haircut.

"My full tummy is." Madoka replied while not so happily rubbing her belly.

Sayaka tried to seem confused, which she technically was, but vague sentences really didn't catch her attention that much, especially today, when she had a fight with Kyouko, her sort of lover-romantic-friend-significant-other-person-thingy (though none of them would have admitted it).

"Your full tummy is why you're hiding in my house from… what are you hiding from?" Sayaka asked and brushed her hair slightly.

Madoka swallowed her saliva a bit and pointed out the window with a trembling hand.

~~X~~

Sayaka looked outside window, where she saw the thing that apparently was after Madoka.

It was horribly yellow and white with pigtails at the sides of his almost human head, and two abnormally big growths sticking out of its chest. Despite its mighty growths being able to take over the minds of most men and some women, the thing seemed to need three rifles as well to hunt down Madoka. And it seemed pissed, screaming Madoka's name full of rage in front of Sayaka's window at the fourth floor of her building.

~~X~~

"Why is Mami angry at you?" Sayaka asked a little more interested.

"Because I ate her cake." Madoka looked down and sat on Sayaka's bed.

"Her cheese cake? Because she usually doesn't get that angry about it, she can always buy another one."

"No, no that one." Madoka's face reddened, she looked at the window, but was too afraid to walk in front of it. In fact, she got a little bit away from it in fear of getting shot precisely in her forehead.

"Her homemade blueberry cake? Because I can see why she would get a bit mad about it, she made Kyouko wear the maid outfit and clean the house this one time when she ate it before all the guests arrived." Sayaka blushed from remembering Kyouko's outfit when she walked into Mami's house that time, it was better than any blueberry cake.

"No." was only Madoka could say.

"Well, I can't think of any other cake, unless…" Sayaka looked up, "No, you could've done that." She giggled to her own crazy idea, "You didn't." she said more seriously and more interested, "did you?"

This time Madoka couldn't say anything.

"You don't mean her Puella Magi cake?" Sayaka looked at her friend with awe.

Madoka nodded, fear flowing her.

"Her Puella Magi, 20000 Yen, 48 hours to make, can't-stop-once-you've-started cake?" Sayaka drooled a bit from remembering the time when Mami made her this cake to congratulate her for becoming a Magical Girl.

"You forgot especially made for each Magical Girl and requires to wake up at night to bake it. But yes, that one." Madoka said with a trembling voice, she seemed like she truly fears for her life.

~~X~~

"I don't get it, if she even made the cake it means someone has become a Magical Girl, and you're the only one left, or were the only one left." Sayaka tried to pour some logic.

"I still am the only one left." Madoka regretted the truth in her sentence, she really wished she was lying.

"So, you are not a Magical Girl?"

"Yes."

"But Mami still baked you a cake?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I was speaking of becoming a Magical Girl, but never got to it, and somehow Mami knew about it and gave me a call telling me she started making the cake."

"How did she know?"

"I don't know!" Madoka cried out.

"Kyuuby!" Sayaka whispered and clenched her fist in contempt.

"Maybe…" Madoka said, still worried.

"You should have just made a contract and made sure Mami would never know you haven't made one before." Sayaka suggested

"I did try to make one." Madoka said.

"Tried?" Sayaka was confused again.

"There were complications."

"What complications?"

"Guess,"

"The transfer student!" Sayaka clenched her other fist.

"Exactly."

~~X~~

49 Hours Earlier

"Please Madoka, let me try again." Homura said in her monotone voice while walking along side Madoka on the street.

"No, Homura-Chan, I don't want to." Madoka said.

"I won't bite your tongue, I promise."

"I can't trust you."

"You know I bit it only because you resisted."

"You came up on me with a knife!"

"I would have used the knife if you hadn't resisted as much."

"You should have asked first."

"Would you let me if I ask now?"

"No, Homura, we'll never do that again."

"Please, let me try, you'll enjoy it!"

"Never ever again I'm buying us beef tongues for breakfast."

Homura looked down. She was a bit surprised to hear a phone ring, it was Madoka's.

"Moshi-Moshi, Mami-san." Madoka said as she picked it up.

"Hi - I'm fine - Homura is with me - what is it? - you did? - did it cost you a lot? - 20000, huh? - you really shouldn't have - well, if you insist - I can help with that - well, what if I don't like surprises? - that's okay, I can wait two days for my cake - I'll show you my powers once I eat it. - goodbye."

Madoka seemed really nervous once she hung up the call.

"It seems you have approximately 48 hours to make a contract with me before Tomoe will get angry at you, she is a very skilled Magical Girl." She heard Kyuuby telepathically warning her.

"Hey, Homura-Chan," Madoka looked at her (maybe more than) friend.

"Yes, Madoka?" Homura looked at her back, she slightly smiled.

"Is there any chance, hypothetically speaking of course, that if some extreme conditions would rise, conditions of… for example: life or death…" Madoka paused.

"Yes…?"

"Is there any chance you'll let me become a Magical Girl?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Not a chance on Earth."

"How about the moon?"

"Even on the Incubators' planet, No."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"I'll buy you beef tongue."

"Still no."

"I'll kiss you."

Homura stopped in the middle of walking, she blushed heavily, considered matters very seriously, but in the end.

"No." she said with some regrets.

Madoka narrowed her eyes and looked back at her long black haired (maybe not anymore) friend.

"It is on." She thought.

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