A/N: Phew. Thank goodness the feedback wasn't as bad as I thought. So I can get back to writing, with the reviews I got in mind.

This chapter will be a little more comical. The other girls are now introduced.


"I'm sorry I don't have another size, Madoka..." Homura said apologetically .

Looking at Madoka's current outfit, it would be a scene that would make Kyouko burst out laughing and distract her from her food for a bit. Since Homura was (obviously) taller than Madoka (and had a larger bust size, which Madoka was not too happy about), Madoka, who was still persistent about going to school with Homura, insisted that she wore Homura's casual clothing.

"But won't it be strange?" Homura continued to reason, "the people in school won't recognise who you are..."

"It's alright!" Madoka replied, "I just... want to see if they're doing alright, even without me..."

"But... will you be okay? Knowing that your friends... won't even know you..." Homura voiced out her thoughts.

"I'll... be alright. I wished for all this, after all," Madoka smiled, but Homura saw that deep within, she would feel sad.

"Al-alright then, let's just go then," Homura and Madoka then set off for their destination, Mitakihara Middle School.

"Seriously, the bra is a little too large for me..."

"Deal with it, Madoka. You were the one who wanted to wear mine. Or wear it at all."

"What was that? Homura-chan, you meanie~!"

"It's the truth! Ha! You're blushing already!"

"Homura-chan~!"

"There there, I'm sure you'll grow one day. Like Mami."

"Don't-don't bring Mami-san into this! You meanie!"

And so, their relationship was one that could not be rivalled.


After a few metres away and a good chat along the way, Homura suddenly noticed something strange, and most definitely, shocking.

"Madoka, where are your hands?" Homura asked all of a sudden, seriously shocked at her discovery.

"Huh? What do you mean? They're right over-AH!" Madoka took a look down her arms, and found that both her left and right hands were completely missing. It's not like they could have dropped off somewhere, could they?

"Your feet too!" Homura made the speculation, but then wished she'd have shut up immediately, after seeing Madoka's reaction.

"KYAA! Homura-chan! What's going on?" Madoka, now, was most sincerely, freaked out.

"Wait-wait, there has to be an explanation for this, right?" Homura tried to calm down and think. Madoka's constant shrieks and complaints were not helping, and the onlooking crowd was not very encouraging either.

"Kyaa! Homura-chan~! This isn't feeling nice at all!"

"Wait! Madoka, you're still standing, aren't you?"

"Eh? Why are you caring about that right now- Wait, you're right! How is this happening? Kyaa! Homura-chan! Help me~!"

Well, that went wonderful. What was supposed to help calm her girlfriend made her panic even more.

Homura tried thinking straight. Obviously, this was no disease (if it was, it'd be terrifying), so a doctor would be no good. Therefore, magic would be the answer. The best healing magic would belong to Sayaka, but she wasn't sure if they would make it in time. They were still quite a short distance from her apartment though, so whatever happened, attracting the least attention would be the best (completely the opposite of what Madoka was doing now).

"Come on Madoka!" Homura grabbed her girlfriend by her non-existent hand, "we're going home!"

"Eh? But why-ah!" she was cut off by Homura's swift feet. That's Mitakihara's best 100-metre sprinter for you, MadoKami-san.


At home, Homura tried thinking hard. What exactly could be the cause? Could it be that Madoka's time with her was up already? That was... too fast. It was only one night! It... it couldn't be possible. It just couldn't...

Though she tried to think of other possibilities, that possibility was the most probable. After all, it's magic. How can you define or explain it? It was impossible. Homura's eyes swelled after learning the possibility. But as she was in her kitchen, Madoka did not see her tears. She wouldn't wish for her to see it either. If it was something like this, then she'd have to treasure as much time as she had with Madoka, now, to make it the best moments she ever had with her.

"Madoka?" Homura called out from the kitchen to the living room.

No answer.

She was too late. Madoka had gone.

Realising this, Homura scrambled out of the kitchen into the living room, to see her furniture and decorations, but not her beloved girlfriend.

"Madoka... Madoka..." Homura's knees buckled and gave way. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop thinking about how she wanted to spend their last moments. They could have a last meal, have a final date, and at least leave with their lips locked.

You could have just left a note... Homura thought to herself, or at least a message... why did you have to go so soon...

Madoka... Why-

"Homura-chan! I'm back!" and the anti-climatic sequence of events continues with Madoka opening the door and greeting her girlfriend, "I pretty much figured out why I'm like this already- Homura-chan! Why are you crying?"

Homura looked up. Her tears stopped flowing, but it didn't disappear. Her eyes were enlarged, and staring straight at Madoka's face.

"Madoka... you didn't... didn't..."

"Oh, oops," Madoka impishly said, "I just realised that if I go out of the house, it wouldn't make me disappear, but slowly my body would become invisible. But here in your place, I'm completely fine! See?"

True enough, Madoka was in one piece. No missing hands, feet, or head bitten off by a Witch. But that was besides the point here now wasn't it...

"Madoka! You dummy!" Homura screamed, completely tsundere-like, "have you any idea how worried I was! I was so scared you were gone! You-you just disappeared, I thought you were gone again... you-you dummy!"

Madoka was indeed shocked. She never knew that Homura would think in such a way.

"It's okay, Homura-chan, I won't go," Madoka comforted her girlfriend, "it's just that I can't leave your house anymore, but I'll stay, alright?"

"Promise?" Homura choked.

"Promise," Madoka made the sweetest smile she could. Curse, how could anyone resist her?

"F-fine, as long as you stay in here... and don't go anywhere else without letting me know..." Homura looked in another direction, her face turning red.

"Okay! My dear tsundere-chan~"

"D-don't call me that!" despite this, Homura's face went from a shade of red to an even deeper colour of crimson.

"Ehehe..." Madoka was being a tease as usual, but her face instantly changed when her eyes landed on the clock, her smile disappearing completely "umm, Homura-chan, I do believe you are... umm... late..."

"What?" Homura took a look at her watch, and all the colour was drained from her face, "9a.m.? Oh my gosh! Madoka! I'll see you later! I'll buy a bento on the way back too! Wait for me!"

With that, Homura rushed out of the house.

"Homura-chan!" Madoka shouted, "you forgot your bag!"

Another minute wasted of her running back to the house.


"Now, Akemi-san, I know this is your first time," Kazuko-sensei lectured our poor tsundere in front of the class, "but being an hour late is seriously something that's going past the line. You could be suspended! Or even worse, have detention!"

Homura did not see how having detention was worse than getting suspended.

"Umm, Kazuko-sensei, how is getting detention worse than suspension?" a fellow classmate by the name of Nakazawa asked curiously.

"This isn't your business, Nakazawa-san! And anyway, I don't mind spending detention with you... wait, that's not what I said! You never heard anything!" Kazuko-sensei was seriously cute when she got flustered, "anyway, Akemi-san! One warning for you! Don't let this happen again!"

"Y-yes, sensei," Homura sighed, silently thanking Nakazawa for diverting Kazuko-sensei's attention. She knew that middle school teachers suffered verbal diarrhoea, so she was spared when her favourite student caught her off-guard.

"Al-alright, now that Akemi-san has arrived, we can get back on the lesson," Kazuko-sensei tried to regain her composure, "first, we'll start off with English. Miki-san, please do not draw on your notebook in this lesson again, my collection of your drawings is quite enough."

Sayaka's face colour went from normal to bright red, and she gained a new-found interest in the classroom floor. Hitomi giggled a bit, while Kyousuke sighed, knowing his childhood friend a little too long. Paying attention was not her cup-of-tea at all.


After school, Homura decided to keep her promise to her girlfriend and grab a bento for her. Just a quick trip, go to the super-mart, grab a bento before it was at half price and before a huge brawl, and then back to her apartment where Madoka would be. Nothing to be afraid of.

What she did not expect was for a certain delinquent-looking girl to 'coincidentally' go for a shopping spree at the same mart. Along with two other schoolmates, one from her own class that was absolutely no prodigy in school lessons, the other a certain ojou-sama, and a respectful senpai. Not to mention that all of them were Magical Girls that contracted with Kyuubey.

"Hey there, if it isn't my favourite silent girl!" Kyouko exclaimed the minute Homura entered the mart. She almost wanted to leave and find a different store, but this was most convenient. Homura just sighed and ignored her.

"Aww, come on," Kyouko didn't like the cold shoulder, running after the black-haired girl, "heard you were late today! Something happen with ya?"

"No, nothing at all," Homura answered with a straight face, one that she gave everyone except for Madoka.

"Really? I heard you were an hour late," Mami asked with a concerned tone, "there had to be a reason, right? You're not the one who usually oversleeps, even if it was just after a whole night of hunting."

"That's... not your concern," Homura tried to shrug them off her, "thanks for the concern, but I don't need it. I can do my work independently."

Though Kyouko was still persistent in trying to irritate Homura as much as she could, Mami and Sayaka held her back, knowing that Homura could manage it by herself.

That was, until they saw her pick up two bentos.

"Huh? Homura-san, why are you taking two bentos?" Sayaka asked curiously. Homura, not prepared for the question, was unable to answer, and had trouble coming up with an excuse.

"I-I'm, umm, I'm... preparing for the next days as well," Homura answered nervously, her voice lacking the usual composure. Kyouko, the one with the wildest imagination, was the first to realise this.

"Oh, really, eh?" Kyouko's voice was not one that was very innocent, "or is it for someone else... like a boyfriend...?"

"B-b-boyfriend?" Sayaka exclaimed loudly, catching the attention of a lot of people who did not need to know of this.

"Quiet down, dammit!" Homura shushed Sayaka, "and no, I do not have a boyfriend! Not at all!"

Kyouko was not impressed. Mami, though, had other, seriously twisted, ideas.

"Then maybe a girlfriend?" Mami suggested. Homura's face instantly turned bright red.

"I-I-I don't-" Homura stuttered, not before Kyouko could cut in.

"Ha! That's a confession! How's she like? Cute? Pretty? Sexy?"

"I don't have a girlfriend! I don't!" Homura tried to go against Kyouko's statement, but she could not come up with a good argument.

"Is it Madoka?" Mami pointed out, which froze Homura on the spot.

"H-how did you know?" Homura's expression was one of clear shock.

"Aha! Busted!" Kyouko completely ruined and destroyed the mood.

"Who's Madoka?" Sayaka asked, "you mean the girl that you were talking about, Homura-san?"

"Uh-I-I-I'm not-" Homura was seriously forced into a position she did not like.

"Come on, show her to us sometime," Kyouko continued her annoyance, "unless you're too shy..."

"Q-q-quiet already!" Homura wanted to get out of the situation as fast as she could, "I-I'm going home!"

And with that, she paid for her two items, and rushed off home.

Of course, not without a certain redhead chasing after her, along with two schoolmates that have nothing better to do but control their good friend.

And a cashier, after the redhead who ran off with a couple of snack items that was not paid.


Homura opened the door, slammed it behind her, locked it, padlocked it, then secured a good metal bar on it.

"Umm, Homura-chan?" Madoka asked, interested in the sudden house lock-down, "why such high security?"

"There's a really evil person outside," Homura did her best to explain the situation, "she's seriously talkative, and can tempt me into releasing information. She's not alone, she has two others with her. If they were to be let in, it would be too dangerous. I can't guarantee your safety if she comes. Also, she may want to steal our dinner."

Madoka's face was tensing up after hearing Homura's explanation, but her expression immediately fell to a sceptical one when she heard the last statement, "it's Kyouko-chan, isn't it?"

"Still, you can't deny that my explanation was true," Homura countered.

Madoka's attention drifted to the unsuccessful attempts of three middle-school girls trying to open Homura's apartment door. Homura ignored it and went to heat up dinner.

"Still, you can just let them in, right?" Madoka tried to reason out with her persistent girlfriend.

"But they won't know who you are," Homura insisted, "and they'll think of me as a very different girl from now on..."

"Oh come on! You can just 'introduce' me to them! Even though I know who they are..."

"Still no."

Madoka pouted.

"Come on, Mami! I'm sure just once won't be too bad!"

"No! I can't do it... not in the open..."

"There's no-one here now!"

"Kyouko-san... I really don't think this is smart..."

"Ah, whatever! I'll do it myself!"

"No!"

"Umm... Homura-chan?" Madoka called out, "I don't think Kyouko-chan is going to treat your door very nice-"

"TIRO FINALE!"

Those were the last words Madoka and Homura heard, then the lovely apartment door flew from it's original fixed position, to the wall on the far side of the living room. All the two girls could do was stare at the collateral damage, their eyes widened, jaws dropped.

"There, beat you to it," Mami said to a shocked Kyouko and Sayaka, "now, you said you'd pay for the damages, right? You can't take back what you said. So there!"

"TOMOE MAMI! SAKURA KYOUKO!" right, Homura really was mad now, "what in the world do you think you're doing?"

"It was her idea!" both Kyouko and Mami pointed at each other while saying the same line. An argument was imminent.

"Uh, hi," Sayaka was on the ground, still in shock after how Mami actually did blow Homura's door into pieces, "I'm just passing through, nothing to do here."

"Can-can you just put my door back..." Homura did an excellent portrayal of a classic facepalm, not interested in whose fault in was anymore.

"Al-alright... sorry about the door," Mami apologised, then shot a glare at Kyouko, who didn't look very sorry, at least not as sorry as Mami. Sayaka, on the other hand, had her attention taken by a certain pink-haired individual.

"Oh, umm, hi!" Sayaka greeted, "I'm Sayaka Miki. You can just call me Sayaka. You're Madoka, right?"

"Eh? You know?" Madoka was shocked.

"I-I told her about it!" Homura said, noticing Madoka's sudden reaction.

"O-Oh... I see..." Madoka's expression turned dark.

"Eek! Did-did I say anything wrong?" Sayaka got a little flustered.

"Umm, no! Not at all!" Madoka replied, regaining her composure, "and yeah, I'm Madoka... Kaname Madoka! You can call me Madoka! Nice to meet you!"

As Madoka offered her hand, Homura thought about how painful it could have been for her. She knew everyone here... the duo that was arguing while magically repairing her door and the blue-haired girl. Yet, none of them knew her, Homura herself the only one aware of who exactly Madoka was.


Once everyone was done with their greetings and repairing the door, Mami, still quite guilt stricken with not thinking straight trying to make a point to Kyouko, insisted that they went off first. Homura was quite relieved, while Madoka wasn't very talkative the entire time.

"Well, what do you think, that Madoka girl?" Kyouko asked as the trio walked off for home, "not the kind of girl you'd think that Homura would date, eh?"

"Kyouko-san, don't just say things about people you just met," Mami said to her, "and anyway, Kaname-san's one that can understand Akemi-san's feelings better than any of us. I'm sure that's why they should be together."

"Hmm, good point," Kyouko said while pulling out a Pocky stick, "what do you think, Sayaka?"

Sayaka, who was deep in thought, didn't realise her name was called.

"Miki-san," Mami called out, "are you alright?"

"EH?" Sayaka got shocked for a bit, then relaxed, "y-yeah, I am. And about Madoka-san, I'm sure she's some that fits Homura-san better than any of us..."

"Wow, you really are thinking hard," Kyouko commented.

"Would be better if you put that type of concentration into school work, Miki-san," Mami teased with a wink.

"H-hey, don't insult me..."

Kaname Madoka... Sayaka thought to herself, looking down to her hand and recalling how it felt like to touch Madoka's hand, have I... met you before?


Well, that's it for chapter 2. Unfortunately, the weather in where I am is getting really crazy, and it really affects my thinking.

Oh yeah, and sorry for the crude joke about 'heads getting bitten by witches'. Mami, actually, is my favourite character in the entire series, but the jokes made about her are seriously hilarious, I couldn't resist adding in at least one of the jokes.

And I also added in a reference to another anime. Try to guess what it was :3

Chapter 3 will be one more focused on Madoka's hurt. Oh don't worry, she'll also find a way to exit the Akemi residences. At an unfortunate price. Jokes inevitable.