Author's Note:

This is a Madoka/Mami Fic. This means there shall be homosexuality. Please do not continue reading if this offends you. Do not flame if you dislike homosexuality either. You've been warned. Also, for the sake of me being my American self, I will not be using honorifics, as I am unfamiliar with using them. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: In no way does the content, characters, places, etc. belong to me. Only the plot does, though I'm sure there are others like it.

Laughter rang out through the room, where two girls gathered. One with pigtailed pink hair, the other (also with pigtails) blonde haired.

"HahahaHAhAha!" screeched the pinkette. "Mami, I suRRUndEr HahHaHAHha! StoP tickling me!" She was lying on the ground while Mami tickled her. Her voice wavered, becoming louder and then quieter, as Mami pulled away.

Mami wiped away a few stray tears, giggling quietly, before saying, "Madoka, that was hilarious. And your laugh is so cute!" Madoka blushed a bit, standing up and holding out a hand for Mami. She grabbed Madoka's hand, using it to pull herself up, and then wrapping her friend up in a hug. They both smiled happily, before pulling away and heading to the small table in the room. They sat down on opposite sides.

Mami served them both cake and tea. "So, Madoka, how's the food?" Mami asked, after Madoka took her first bite of cake. Her eyes widened, and she exclaimed in glee, "It's amazing!"

She continued eating at a faster pace, until Mami reached across the table, gently wiping at her face. Madoka paused, looking at her questioningly. "You had food on your face," Mami stated, returning to her food and drink. Madoka's face reddened and she too resumed eating.

Finishing up, Madoka and Mami both stood. "So…" Madoka trailed off.

Mami smiled mischievously, pulling Madoka closer and giving her a quick peck on the lips before suggesting, "We could dance." Madoka blushed furiously, her face rivaling that of a tomato. "I'll turn on the music." A slow, melodic tune wafted around the room, and Mami clutched Madoka's hand in hers, while her other hand went around Madoka's waist. She placed her hand on Mami's shoulder in return. They swayed slowly back and forth.

"Has this been fun?" asked Mami.

"It definitely has," replied Madoka.

They smiled softly melting into each other's embrace. It was peaceful. As it should be. After all, the afterlife was a harmonious place.