A/N: It's been a a long while since I've written. Hopefully I no longer am too rusty, and I wish that this will not be too scrappy for the likings of many.
Greetings one and all, just another bored person laying waste to his own thoughts by burning time and brain-cells writing. Ever since I've finished Madoka, I pretty much got hooked onto the series (to the point of getting myself a Weis Schwarz deck). Unfortunately, I am not able to get the games, where the plot is more in-depth, so I'll be basing all of my story's history solely on the anime. Hope you enjoy it!
This chapter is just an introduction. I stole a huge chunk of it from a doujin I found online (that was H), and realised that it wouldn't be such a bad story starter. The rest of the chapters would be original, and based off my opinion on the Madoka pairings.
Oh yes, please don't take this story seriously. It's meant for romance, but with a little humour here and there.
This plot is after Madoka's Wish. But just for storyline's sake I revived Sayaka. Can't think of a Madoka world without her.
And apologies to readers of my other stories, I've hit too large a writers block. Better for me to vent my frustration on other stories before returning to my others.
Homura emptied her handgun into the last demon, and with that, she ended her days of demon hunting (Kyousuke would make a Diablo 3 joke right about now).
"It looks like you've finished off all the demons for today, Homura," Kyuubey said, the little furball catching up with her.
"Yeah, guess it's about time to go home," the Magical Girl replied, panting.
"You've been hunting for a long time, and put a lot of effort into it too," Kyuubey continued, "perhaps you should leave some work for the others. They've been complaining that it's quite boring these days."
"Hmm. If they wish to come with me, it's not like I can stop them," Homura shot back, thinking about Sayaka, Kyouko and Mami. Whenever they went on a hunt, Homura would venture off somewhere away from them, hunting as if it cost her her life. The others didn't take it as seriously, as they were the ones who worked together.
Together. A word Homura no longer understood. Ever since Madoka sacrificed herself for the good of the world, Homura, the only one who knew about the tragic pasts of all Magical Girls, felt lonely, while the others just lived their lives normally, no longer having the fear of becoming a Witch. Why Homura refused to co-operate with the others was because she couldn't get along with them as well as she got along with Madoka, and the more she thought of the one she loved, she couldn't help but gain a sense of loneliness.
No, I'm not a helpless girl anymore, she thought to herself, I have to keep this world the way it is, the way Madoka wanted it to be.
Her love for Madoka was the only thing now that drove her. The red-coloured hair ribbon on her head, she was always reminded that Madoka made this perfect world for her to live in, and that she'd do anything to keep it the way it was.
"Still, you have to take a break sometimes," Kyuubey continued, "if you keep on using magic like that, it can be a little too stressful for your body."
He's right, Homura sighed, and I have school to worry about too..
"I'll be going home; have to prepare for tomorrow," Homura said to Kyuubey.
"Take a break tomorrow," Kyuubey said once again, "I'll contact Mami and Kyouko to handle the demons."
Even though she nodded, she had no intention of taking a break. She'd just go home, refresh herself well, then prepare for another day of hunting.
Once at the corridor, Homura pulled out her keys, and got ready to open the door.
Creak...
"Welcome home!" a certain pink-haired individual greeted from the other side of the door, "it's gotten so late; you must be tired, Homura-chan!"
...
Silence.
Homura just stared at the girl who was inside her house, and then started to identify how the girl looked like, and why she was so familiar. She had short pink hair with high-placed twin tails, that looked similar to the style Madoka did hers. Her face was that of a middle-schooler's, somewhere around the 2nd year, just like Madoka. Her eye colour was pink, like Madoka's, and her expression just gave off a really cheerful and happy aura, just like Madoka's.
So, this girl who managed to sneak into Homura's house, waited for her to return, and then greet her happily, was really, really like Madoka.
"Umm... Homura? Hello?" the girl spoke. Her voice was one that sounded a little too young for a girl for her age, with a sense of cute-ness, and also a little high-pitched.
A lot like Madoka.
Homura shut the door as soon as she contemplated all these facts.
Gosh, Kyuubey was right. I've worked myself beyond my limit. I'm even hallucinating. I'm missing Madoka too much, better get some goodnight's sleep and perhaps take a break from hunting tomorrow.
"Am I... really that exhausted?" Homura thought to herself aloud, slamming her head against the door repeatedly, trying to clear her head.
There's no way Madoka could be here. It's impossible.
Sigh. After taking a deep breathe and clearing her head, she opened the door, this time ensuring that there would no longer be any hallucinations.
"Welcome ho-"
"Who are you?" before the girl who looked and acted seriously similar to Madoka could finish her sentence, Homura butted in, not believing the 'Madoka' in front of her was real.
All the girl did was smile impishly in reply. "Oh no, did you already forget about me-"
"I haven't forgotten about you! How could I... possibly forget about you?" Homura shouted, her emotions exploding through her voice, her tears starting to roll down her cheeks, "that time... you just... disappeared from my arms... how could I possibly forget...?"
As her knees hit the floor, her tears streaming down her face, the girl just squatted in front of her, she clasped Homura's hands in her own, opening her tear-welled eyes.
"Homura-chan," the girl said, "it's Madoka-
"-the same Kaname Madoka who loves you so very much."
A whole stream of thoughts and questions flooded Homura's mind. This girl... was Madoka?
"Someone... has to be playing a trick on me..." Homura stuttered to herself, her voice choking from her crying.
Madoka just giggled to herself, "if I had to guess... it would be a trick of god?"
This bashfulness... there was no mistaking it.
Homura simply closed her eyes and tackled Madoka, hugging her so tightly, as if she would abandon her again.
"Madoka... Madoka... Madoka!" Homura repeated Madoka's name over and over, her tears not stopping.
Madoka was slightly shocked, not expecting Homura's response like this. But then she slowly got used to her warmth, and embraced her long-separated girlfriend.
"Homura-chan," Madoka replied, kissing her girlfriend on the forehead, "I wanted to see you again."
"Me too..." Homura softly replied to Madoka, "for so long... this whole time, I've wanted to be with you again... Madoka..."
Homura's facial expression changed, her happiness of being with Madoka replacing all her previous loneliness, a faint smile planted on her face. Madoka smiled invitingly, tempting and asking Homura to come closer. As their faces closed in, their lips prepared for the best kiss they could ever have in their lifetime. And, as they were inching closer and closer, their lips ready to embrace each other-
*grumble...*
"I'm so sorry..." Homura said, her face red from embarrassment, her hands instinctively retracting to her stomach area, "it's just that... just that I haven't had anything since lunch..."
"Hehe," Madoka giggled, "let's eat dinner together then~"
"Wow," Homura was shocked, "I never knew your cooking skills were this great, Madoka!"
In her kitchen, Madoka already had prepared plenty of dishes for herself and Homura. Fried rice, along with some grilled teriyaki chicken, and fried prawn tempura, finishing off with a few boiled vegetables. Though simple, it looked extremely appetising, coupled with the fact that Homura was a little too hungry for her body to handle already.
"Ehehe," Madoka just scratched the back of her head, "I'm not really that good, I just copied the techniques from looking at how my father cooks it..."
"But still, it's amazing!" Homura complimented, "I wish you could cook meals like this for me everyday!"
"I'll do my best!" Madoka energetically replied, "let's eat!"
"Ittadakimasu!"
As they enjoyed their meal, though Homura was glad that Madoka was back, she couldn't help but wonder and ask herself how Madoka managed to come back, and in her house of all places. Though she wanted to ask so badly, she was afraid that this would affect her relationship with Madoka, and perhaps she wanted to keep it a secret. Knowing how frail her little Madoka was, she decided to keep silent, and just enjoy her presence as much as she could, in any case that she would disappear again.
But, Madoka was the one who took the initiative instead.
"Don't worry, I won't go again," Madoka said, her head looking down to the floor, breaking the silence, and instantly catching Homura's attention, "I... I don't want to go again. I want to be... with you, Homura. But-but I don't know if I may go again... I don't even know how I came back... it's just that, my love for you was a little too much, and your love responded that much too, so I think that's why I managed to materialise for you..."
Homura was stunned. Madoka's voice was choking, as if she was starting to cry. If what she was saying was true, then she really had to embrace Madoka more than anything. Still, the fact that Madoka was crying broke her heart.
"Don't worry," Homura put her arms around Madoka, "if it's our love that's keeping you here, then you'd be here forever, right?"
Madoka embraced Homura's arms, and though her tears still fell, she felt happiness, one where she could be with Homura forever.
After dinner and a good bath, it was finally bed time. Only thing was that there was a tiny problem.
"Umm, sorry..." Homura said after a whole brainstorm, "I've only one bedroom... so..."
"Don't worry!" Madoka actually sounded relieved, "I can sleep together with you, right?"
"Eh?" though Homura was indeed in love with Madoka, she never thought of taking it so far...
"Umm, Madoka, whatever you're implying, aren't we a little too young for... ahem..." Homura was getting nervous, her face getting red slowly and slowly.
"Huh? What do you mean-" Madoka's face was curious at first, not understanding. Then a mischievous grin popped up on her face, "oh, Homura-chan... what are you thinking...?"
Busted.
"W-w-what? I-I'm not thinking anything at all! Nothing! Absolutely nothing related to hentai or whatever- oh no..."
"Ehehe," Madoka continued her harassment, hugging Homura from behind, turning her face an even darker shade of red, "Homura-chan... you naughty girl... what have you been doing without me...?"
Her face was full of mischief, her tone so suggestive. Homura, never seeing Madoka act so 'mature' before, was indeed quite shocked, but the current problem was her embarrassment.
"Ohoho, blushing Homura-chan is so cute..." Madoka said, her tone not changing, "well, if you ever want to do any of 'that', I'm not going to argue..."
"MADOKA!" Homura shouted, unable to contain her emotions anymore, "stop being like this already... I-I have school tomorrow..."
"Hehe, alright!" Madoka ended her harassment, "but I'm still sleeping with you, right?"
"S-sure."
Madoka just smiled, and kissed her girlfriend lightly, surprising Homura. Even if she were to go some day, she'd never be able to forget this moment.
"Alright, time to sleep!" Madoka was seriously looking forward to having a night in the same bed as Homura.
Well, that's just the first chapter. Quite dry, but I'm planning to make it a little better in the later chapters. And more humorous as well, since I'll be adding in the other girls into the fray.