Homura Reacts to Fanfiction Redux
A/N: Welcome, one and all, to…..Homura Reacts Redux! Now, you may all remember me from my previous foray into the PMMM fanfic world, in the form of my fairly unsuccessful fic Homura Reacts, focusing on Homura and the gang reading fanfic and reacting to video games and such. It….didn't end so successfully. However, after a few months, quite a few requests to bring back the story, and a renewed interest in Madoka Magica, I am ready to give this another go.
For those curious, yes, this is a reboot of Homura Reacts, with a focus on the slice of life aspect- however, fanfic will be featured later on, probably tackled with a different angle than we did the first time. I mean, we did start it with Mami trying to pressgang our favourite dysfunctional group of magical girls into living a semblance of normal lives, did we not? Of course, with everything discussed, let's get on with the story already!
DISCLAIMER: Puella Magi Madoka Magica belongs to Studio SHAFT, otherwise Mami would totally have a badass bike.
All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.
Madoka screamed as she dodged the falling rubble, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Her uniform, normally pristine and well-kept, was besmirched with dust and shrapnel. The pink-haired girl swore she could feel the exposed skin on her legs being torn at by the flying shrapnel.
All around her, Mitakihara fell down, torn asunder. Pylons and buildings lay shattered upon the ground, and in the distance, the vast Witch Walpurgisnacht stood, her terrible presence looming upon the ruined city. Around her, the remnants of Mitakihara Middle School hovered in the air, the bisected remnants of buses and classrooms orbiting around her as if they were horrible twisted moons.
"Someone…..anyone! Please!" Madoka screamed, trying her best to flee for safety. "PLEASE!"
And suddenly, as if her prayers were being answered, Walpurgisnacht was engulfed in a mighty explosion, shattering into thousands upon thousands of pieces, scattering to the winds. The pink-haired girl looked up once more, and saw her saviour.
Homura Akemi, time traveller extraordinaire, was standing triumphantly upon a raised piece of rubble, rocket launcher upon shoulder, staring at her confidently.
"Are you unharmed?" The girl asked, catching Madoka as she collapsed into her strangely warm and comfortable arms.
"Oh my…..t-thank you…..I would've died…." Madoka responded, her tearful eyes looking up at her gratefully. "I….I owe you my life…."
"I…..have only one thing to ask of you." Homura reassured her, a tender look in her tearful eyes.
Madoka gasped, realising what she was being asked, before she closed her eyes, her pink lips remaining open just a fraction. Slowly, the time traveller leaned in, pushing her lips upon hers.
Slowly, both girls sank to the ground, a fiery passion growing in their-
"AAAAH!"
Madoka's piercing scream shook Homura awake from her reverie, causing her purple eyes to flutter open. The girl pulled the covers from her head, tossing them to the side of her room. With practised speed, the time traveller whipped her nightstand's drawer open, drawing one of her guns- her signature Beretta- and immediately shoved the door to her room aside with a rough kick, clambering up the stairs and down the corridor towards Madoka's room, gun in hand. The sun streamed through the windows of the Kaname household, signalling that it was early morning, almost eight or nine at best- so it was unlikely anyone but her had heard her screaming.
'What kind of thing is making Madoka scream like that?' The girl wondered, her expression as cold as could be. 'No matter. It will be eliminated. Madoka cannot be permitted to come to harm.'
Homura backed up against Madoka's bedroom door, listening to her distressed screams carefully, trying to make out the sounds of anything else in the room with her.
"…..I would hear Kyubey if he was here, and there is nobody unfamiliar in the room with her." Homura muttered, listing down all the possibilities as her attuned ear picked out any sound she could take as a clue. "No slippers, so it can't be her family. The curtain doesn't seem to have been opened, as I hear no fluttering.
…..and I doubt a Witch has somehow found itself into her bedroom, otherwise Tomoe would have shown up by now."
The girl breathed heavily, closing her eyes, before opening the door and pointing her gun towards where Madoka was screaming.
"AAAAAAHHHH!" The pinkette screamed, embarrassed, looking away from what appeared to be her laptop. "H-Homura!"
"Madoka." The black-haired girl came to her side, hugging her close with one arm. "What are you screaming at?"
"T-T-that….." Madoka slowly raised a shaking finger, pointing at the laptop screen. Homura tilted her head, blinking. She put away her pistol, perceiving that there was in fact no threat that required elimination, at least for the present moment.
"…what are you pointing at?"
"I-It's a story! O-of….of us!" Madoka explained, panicked. "W-who would….who would write something like this?!"
"What are you talking about?" Homura inquired, pulling the laptop closer to her face to read the story closer. "There's nothing-….what."
The story Madoka had stumbled upon was, for starters, indeed about them. Specifically, it seemed to be set on Valentine's Day, when Homura, for some unfathomable reason, had decided to treat- for lack of a better word- Madoka to indecent acts involving chocolate syrup and some sort of device that Homura was thankful she'd managed to prevent Madoka from ever finding out about.
'This…..this feels familiar.' Homura muttered under her breath, her eyes taking in every single lurid detail of the story, including the website URL and specifically the more perverted details- for the purpose of being able to identify the story, of course, and not because Homura enjoyed such disgusting things involving her and Madoka. '…..why does this feel familiar? No matter.'
Madoka slowly raised a finger from under her covers. "….H-Homura, what's a-"
"I'll tell you when you're thirty." The black-haired girl explained brusquely, pulling the gun from its hiding place and cocking it. "I have some interrogation to do."
"H-Homura, what are you doing with that gun?" The pinkette inquired. "H-Homura, d-don't do something rash!"
"….f-fine." Homura put away the gun, looking a little ashamed. "I will still have to interrogate the author for attempting to write this slanderous drivel about you."
Madoka looked confused. "Wait….you already know who's written this?"
"Of course. Only one person would be vile enough to dare write this." Homura muttered irritably. "Only one person would dare, and I know who they are already.
I'll be back."
"W-wait! Homura!" The pinkette reached for her, but it was no use; Homura had already disappeared from the room and was halfway down the staircase to the door.
'Tch. Of course it was her.' Homura thought to herself. 'Only one person would dare insult Madoka's purity with such drivel. I would never think of doing such…..p-perverted things to Madoka! Never!
They must pay with death.'
The Miki Household
"Ugh! Kyoko!" Sayaka yelled, holding up yet another dirty towel. "Do you mind cleaning up after yourself more?!"
The redheaded girl was lying lazily across Sayaka's bed, munching upon a pack of Rocky, with a messy pair of red pajamas thrown on herself, looking up at the towel with a disinterested look.
"It wasn't that messy."
"This thing was covered in dirt when I found out in the kitchen!" The blunette snapped. "Come on, Kyoko!"
"Well, excuuuuse me, Princess, but some of us didn't live in a proper house!" Kyoko retorted.
"You were only on the streets for two years." Sayaka responded, exasperated. "That doesn't give you the excuse to treat this place like a pigsty….."
"Hey, mi casa es tu casa, like they say, right?" Kyoko responded jovially, smirking.
Sayaka clenched her fists, shaking her head. "I swear, Kyoko, you are the worst…..this isn't even the first time I've told you about keeping this place clean!"
Suddenly, a loud crack and a thud issued from the floor below, near the doorway. Sayaka sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"First my housemate being a pig, now this…." The blunette muttered, walking out of her bedroom to see what was going on. "I swear, Mami, if it's you inviting me to go biking with you, the answer's still-"
"Miki." Homura's deathly calm visage greeted her, pointing a gun at her. Sayaka jumped briefly, blinking at the time traveller, before calmly staring her in the eye.
"…..Homura, we talked about this. Madoka and I don't like you pointing guns at people."
"You embarrassed Madoka, Miki. Don't play stupid with me!" Homura snapped. "I know you did it!"
"…..what?" The blunette paused, before Homura shoved her phone in her face, with the indecent story upon it.
Sayaka took the phone, looking at it. "What is it?"
"Just read it, Miki, you know what it is!"
"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about. I've been too busy cleaning up after Miss Piggy over here." The blunette remarked as Kyoko approached them, staring at the phone.
"Miss Piggy? I'm not that fat! And what's going on?"
"You probably collaborated with her, Sakura!" The black-haired girl accused her. "You made some perverted story to embarrass Madoka!"
"What?" Kyoko tilted her head, confused, before Sayaka handed her the phone.
The blunette sighed. "Just…..just read it. It's not that bad."
"…..pfft." The redheaded girl scoffed. "Do you seriously think Sayaka could write this kinda crap? Sayaka, the most innocent of all virgins?"
"W-was that even necessary?!" The blunette cried, blushing profusely.
"…d-don't you dare deflect the question!" Homura cried indignantly, blushing herself. "Y-you wrote this story, didn't you, Miki?!"
"No!" Sayaka cried, glaring at her. "Good god, you act like Madoka's attack dog or something.
Have you never heard of fanfiction before or something?"
"…..fanfiction?" Kyoko tilted her head, confused. Homura followed suit.
The blunette slapped her palm upon her forehead, shaking her head.
"Oh, God help me, I am surrounded by idiots."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Kyoko cried, glaring at her.
"…..gah. Mami knows more about this stuff." Sayaka responded, throwing her hands up in the air, before thrusting Homura's phone back in her hands. "Just…get out, Homura, please, I have too much to deal with this morning."
"…alright….." The black-haired girl slowly took the phone back, looking at it and quickly shooting off a text to Mami, telling her to meet her in the park. "…..can't you-"
"GET OUT!"
Homura grumbled, before stomping back down the stairs and towards the door. Sayaka waited for a moment, waiting for Homura's footsteps to exit her house, before heading off downstairs, but not before shooting Kyoko a glare.
"And don't think I'm done with you. Most innocent of virgins¸ what was that about?!"
"It's true!" Kyoko reminded her, earning herself another glare from Sayaka before the blunette stomped off downstairs to survey the damage caused by Homura.
The Miki household was silent for a few seconds. Then….
"…..damn it, Homura! You blew the door off the hinges! I've got to fix that!"
'Why am I not surprised?' Kyoko mused, munching yet another Rocky stick. '…..huh. Weird. I just felt all…whatever that French word is-y.
I don't think Homura's ever blown our door off, though….'
Mitakihara Park….
Homura briskly strolled into the park entrance, looking around for any sign of Mami.
"Tomoe should be here by now…." The girl muttered under her breath, trying to locate the senior Puella Magi's distinctive blonde curls in the sea of people at the park, before-
"Oh, for the love of god, Mami."
Over near a bench, Homura spotted what appeared to be Mami in a leather biker jacket and sunglasses, leaning over what appeared to be a very expensive custom bike- one of those Barley-Mavidson models that all the biker gangs she'd had to clear out from near Madoka's house to let her sleep at night loved, but plated with gold and red plates and patterned with flames- with an aviator's scarf around her neck.
To Homura, it seemed that Mami Tomoe, senior Puella Magi of Mitakihara and one of the few capable of besting her in a fight, had completely and utterly lost it.
"….Mami, what in the name of all that is holy are you wearing?" Homura remarked, staring at her. Mami adjusted her sunglasses, smiling at her.
"You like my new look?"
"…..quit that. And where did you even get that motorcycle?" The black-haired girl inquired, her eyes narrowing.
Mami sighed, frowning as she slid the jacket and scarf off, placing them on the bike before taking her sunglasses off and folding them up. Underneath, her usual gothic bustier and skirt were present.
"I was hoping you would like my new look." The girl explained, brushing her curls aside, sounding somewhat disappointed. "Ah, well. Life is what happens to you, is it not?"
"I'm here to talk to you seriously." Homura remarked, staring at her intensely.
"….I've already had a serious talk with Mikuni and her team, telling them to lighten up a little." Mami sighed, frowning. "Make it quick. I have motorcycling classes, Homura, and I would rather like to take this out to see how they compete with the Schnee Motors models."
"Mikuni? Tch." The black-haired girl shook her head in disgust, Oriko Mikuni being one of the few Puella Magi that she loathed more than Sayaka, for various reasons. "Anyway, Mami, I would like you to teach me."
"Teach you? What could you possibly not have learned from years of time loops?" The blonde girl inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"…..I would like you to teach me about this thing called 'fanfiction.'"
Mami looked at her briefly, looking stunned. "…are….are you sure I've never told you about fanfiction before?"
"…no."
"Not even in another timeline?"
"…..no."
"…..not even-"
"If you did, I wouldn't be asking you." Homura cut her off brusquely. "Explain."
"…it feels like I have, but eh." Mami shrugged. "Anyway…you know what fans are, right?"
Homura's expression was one of blank confusion.
"…..you don't?"
"I had more important matters on my mind. Madoka's life being one of them." The black-haired girl remarked. "I had no time to find out about such pointless drivel."
"…fans are people who like things. And they tend to like doing stuff for these things. Like write stories about them!" The older girl remarked cheerily. "That's what fanfiction is, people writing stories about the stories they like reading."
"…I don't get it."
Mami gave her a deadpan look. "….seriously?"
"I don't see how this would be relevant. Why would someone write a story that would make Madoka embarrassed?" Homura looked confused. "Do these people not understand how that works?"
"…..did you see one of those lemons? Those weird stories with people doing the deed, as people like to say?"
"…doing the deed?" Homura blinked, dumbfounded by Mami's use of idioms. "Is that what they call that?"
'Homura Akemi, you are the most hopeless girl I have ever met.' Mami thought, sighing.
"….it seems you've forgotten to soak up just about everything not to do with keeping Madoka safe." The blonde girl sighed, shaking her head. "Very well. As your elder, I have to teach you the ways of fanfiction!"
She grabbed Homura by the arm and started dragging her away. The latter struggled, trying and failing to pull the physically stronger girl off of her.
"Where are you going?!"
"We're going to my apartment to talk about fanfics over cake and there's nothing you can do about it!"
"I wanted an explanation!" Homura protested, but Mami ignored her as she plopped her on top of her motorcycle, before climbing on.
"Hang on tight!"
The younger girl clung to Mami by wrapping her arms around her stomach, distinctly unnerved by her elder's enthusiasm.
"…..this sounds like it's going to be irritating and going to harm Madoka."
Mami rolled her eyes, pulling off the helmet she had hung on the other side of her handlebars and mounting it carefully over her head, flattening her curls to the side of her head.
"Oh, Homura. Have a sense of adventure, will you?"
'Why does that sound so familiar, and why do I not like that?' Homura wondered, before her mind was filled with the sight of Mami's back as she clung on for dear life.
And so begun again another incursion into the world of fanfiction and other shenanigans.
To be continued….
A/N: This is just a rehashing of the first chapter of Homura Reacts. Why fix what ain't broke? However, I do have some ideas to make the second chapter onwards different, which is why I couldn't just continue on from the last chapter of Homura Reacts. Don't worry, we will be covering the anime AND Rebellion at some point, but after I get my bearings for this back.
So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, suggestions, criticisms, thoughts and reviews, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!