Matchmaking

Junko decided that it's time.

"Madoka dear."

"yES MAMA."

Madoka's mom wiped a tear and showed 27 photos to Madoka by laying all of them on the table. She sniffed again and gave a forced smile. "It's time to let you go Madoka."

"Does that mean I can go and smoke some weed now?"

"No Madoka." Junko laughed and pointed at the photograph. "Pick a guy you like here. We're sending you off for matchmaking."

"Oh man mama you can't stop me." Madoka stood up.

"Sit down my dear."

"woof yes mama." She obeyed

"Pick a guy now."

"Argh mama they all look like 10 to me, this isn't an illegal trade or forced prostitution right mama? I'm always wondering why kind of job you have to be the sole breadwinner while papa is such a loser being at home."

"alright it seems you picked number 8! alright his name is Ash from pallet town and his hobby is travelling around the world."

"no mama, he have a weird z shape on his face and he's ugly. And he's been 10 for 17 years, or so I heard."

Junko crashed the photot and throw it at Mami's boobs 78 km per hour and picked up the 16th photo. "How about this? Uzumaki Naruto from Konoha."

"Mama do you have some special bias towards boys with marks on their face. This guy looks like a cat. and he have blonde hair and blue eyes, ew, what a commoner."

"Then what about this, the first photo." Junko pointed at the 5th photo. "Natsu Dragneel from Fairytail."

"But mom, he have pink hair and it'll be competition."

"Then what about Levi from the Scouting Legion."

"He belongs to Hanji." Madoka giggled.

"HELL YEAH! Then what about this guy. Kudo Shinichi from Beika Streets."

"He's too perfect, I'm not worthy of him."

"I know right." Junko flip all the photo in the air. "My darling, I have realized your happiness is not about guys but girls! Therefore I summon your lesbian powers to embrace your kokoro!"

"SAKURA CARD CAPTOR TRANSFORMATION POWER! SOUL GEM DOKI DOKI! LESBIAN BEAM!"

Madoka then elope with Homura as they dance down their dreams and hope.

A/N: THIS WASN'T WHAT I INTENDED TO CELEBRATE MY 50TH STORY BUT WELL I GUESS LIFE SUCKS.
WE'LL CELEBRATE NEXT TIME FOR THE 89TH FIC. CASHBANKY STUPID FAVE NUMBER I SUPPOSE.