Clutch
A Kaname Madoka and Akemi Homura Fanfiction
By Nagone
Summary: Just touch me one more time.
Rated: M
Genre: Romance, Tragedy
Author's Note: This is another AU situation where Homura is an older magical girl visiting the spiritual cosmos to see her lover. I wanted to continue my strain of really tragic PMMM fanfiction. I really love Homura, I do. I just like to torture her. A lot.
Homura ached to be held by Madoka just one more time.
It had been six years since Madoka had disappeared. Six years since she had joined in communion with the cosmos, becoming the very strain of time, life, death, and rebirth herself. She had ascended to become the very essence of magic, transcending the idea that magical girls were gridlocked into an enthropic contract, breaking it, snapping it, destroying it, and refashioning a future where all magical girls could die in peace, rather than become witches. It had been six years since Madoka had risen to become a God.
And Homura deeply missed her.
Now physically , Homura was one of the oldest magical girls she knew. Most girls had died before their time, tricked into vicious, selfish contracts by Kyubey and his fellow denizens. Although the magical girls no longer suffered the fate of a witch, they still died. Homura had buried many young girls of all ages in seemingly bottomless graves, amazed at their cracked soul gems, at their selflessness. She blinked and inhaled deeply, trying to clear away the dark thoughts.
Her soul gem ring shined a bright, clear purple, glimmering in the lamp light of her studio apartment. Homura sipped on a cup of tea, the warm liquid melting the tight knot in her throat. She coughed and pounded her fist against her chest, hacking until her lungs relaxed, and resettled back onto her couch. Rain trickled down the window at the end of the couch, chilling the area. Homura nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand ghosting across the pristine red ribbon holding back her hair.
She shut her eyes, locking in on the white noise of the rain outside. The soft, yellow light illuminated the inside of her eyelids softly, hauntingly, and soon, Homura found herself drifting off to sleep.