A/N: Awful little story I wrote after reading another story involving a crack!pairing. The Crack!Pairing (which I won't say in this intro) will only be a side note in this story - and even then it isn't a love story. It's more of a 'I'll use you as a means to an end, if you agree' kind of relationship, as terrible as that sounds.
Anyway, on with the story.
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Homura had never wanted to be a mother. She never wanted that responsibility thrust upon her. Her heart had always been too weak and too small to contain anyone in it other than her own interests - and when the time came, Madoka.
Things are different now.
Madoka is gone. Dead. Erased.
Homura remains. Stagnant. Still.
Maybe this is why she finds herself visiting -him- when he comes of age. She has no romantic feelings for him, but he can do something for her that no one else can. And, Homura has always been selfish and willing to use people to achieve a goal.
She has a daughter. She has a daughter. She has a daughter.
Years of being alone with only Kyubey by her side have come to an end. She has a child.
At the age of thirty-one Homura Akemi - unwed Magical Girl -woman- who still harbored feelings for a long gone girl-turned-Goddess, had a child of her own. A beautiful, precious child that was a part of her and that would depend on her to keep her both emotionally and physically safe from the harsh cruelties of the world around them. The Wraiths who haunted the city had never feared Homura more than when her child was born, for the first time in a long time Homura fought with renewed vigor. She had something worth living for.
The little girl born of need and desperation and suffering but welcomed into the world with love and devotion from it's mother's bruised and battered heart had soft pink hair and dark crimson eyes. She was named Akane Akemi.
She looked nothing like her mother, and she looked nothing like her father either. Homura was grateful for this on both accounts. She didn't need to see herself in her child, and the father wasn't a factor.
No, who she saw in Akane's wine red eyes was more than enough for Homura.
Still, Akane's existence didn't completely heal the repeatedly broken and glued back together Homura Akemi. As the child grew older and more beautiful, blossoming with a gentle spirit and kind heart, she could never understand the ghosts that lingered in her mother's eyes every time she looked at her. Or where her mother disappeared to at night when she though Akane was sound asleep. And not knowing was for the very best.
Sometimes Homura cried in private. In private she allowed herself to mourn the loss of Madoka - the girl who died too young. She would never get over her. In private Homura praised the Goddess and celebrated the life of the daughter that was with her. For Akane was surely a gift the Goddess Madoka had granted her after years of trying and failing to save the goddess' physical form, and then for the even more years that Homura spent suffering alone. Akane was recompense for all of that.
She could never have Madoka back - of that Kyubey assured her again and again. But she had Akane; daughter of Tatsuya Kaname, niece of the erased Madoka Kaname - and this was as close to happiness as Homura would ever get.