Author's note: I'm baaack! Here's the second chapter for this Homu X Mami fic. I apologize if this chapter's quite short and the lack of other characters. Kyoko will be appearing in the next chapter moving forward. For now, I am uploading this, and I hope you all enjoy. Please don't forget to R&R. Thanks!

Zwei

Mami's yellow eyes narrowed as she stared from her glass window.

"Oh, my. It seems the rain doesn't have any plans of stopping." The blonde girl sighed as she looked at the clock. It was past six o'clock and the downpour was getting stronger. Mami also noticed the room was getting a little cold.

"I'll go and make dinner. Is udon okay with you?" Mami asked. Homura looked up to respond. "Yes, that seems fine."

"Okay then. Udon it is." The blonde girl said gleefully.

"Let me help." Homura closed the book she was reading.

"Homura, you're my guest." Mami protested. "It would be impolite of me to have my guest help me with the cooking. Just relax and make yourself comfortable while you wait."

The raven-haired girl didn't object, so she sat back down and opened her book again. Homura felt cold as the rain poured harder. She unknowingly reached a hand to her side, only to realize that her jacket was in the laundry basket along with her wet clothes. The dark-haired girl suddenly heard a beeping sound and saw Mami peeping from the kitchen with the remote in her hand.

"I thought you might be feeling cold so I turned the heater up a bit."

Homura smiled weakly and continued reading. The smell of the steamed prawn somewhat awakened her senses. She only remembered a few timelines when Mami cooked food for her, even for all of them. She remembered that timeline when the blonde girl cooked pasta for them after chasing a ghost-like familiar that turned out to be a cat. Homura smiled inwardly as she recalled this. All of them seemed to have gotten along…and Madoka…

…Madoka was with me… Homura found herself closing her eyes and felt tears welling up. She covered her face with the book and wiped the tears with the back of her hand. Just as she finished doing this, Mami called out.

"Homura, do you want pudding for dessert?"

The raven-haired girl quickly regained her composure and responded. "Umm…sure."

"Okay!"

Mami came out after a minute or two, with a tray in her hands. As she put the tray down on the table, she noticed the faint tear marks on Homura's cheeks. Mami immediately felt concerned, but she decided to shrug it off for the meantime and served food for her raven-haired friend.

"Here." The blonde girl put the bowl in front of Homura. The raven-haired girl gently thanked her as she picked up the chopsticks.

They spent time eating their meal in silence. Mami would secretly glance at Homura, still noticing the faint tear marks on the younger girl's cheeks. She couldn't help but feel concerned for the younger girl. Was Homura crying earlier? The older girl wanted to know at least, but she couldn't find a way to bring it up. Mami had always known Homura for being a quiet and stoic girl. She would only talk if the topic was about battling the wraiths. The blonde girl sighed inwardly as she thought of how she can have Homura to at least open up to her. Traces of sadness could be seen in Homura's purple orbs, and this didn't escape Mami's observant eyes.

They finished their meal after several minutes. Homura bowed her head and gently thanked Mami for the dinner they shared together.

"Thanks…for the meal."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I got to have dinner with you."

Homura gazed at the window and saw the heavy downpour outside. The raindrops are like tears, and the sky is also weeping, just like me… The younger girl closed her eyes as she thought.

"I'll just take care of the dishes, Homu—" To her surprise, Mami saw Homura covering her face with her hands as she quietly sobbed.

"Homura? What's wrong?" Mami came close and shook the younger girl. The raven-haired girl kept sobbing as she gazed onto Mami's yellow eyes. There was so much concern in Mami's eyes and this caused Homura to break down even more. The blonde girl held her close, wrapping her arms around Homura and whispered soothing words to her.

"Shhh…it's okay. I'm here for you. It's okay…"

The older girl held Homura closer to her, her hand instinctively rubbed the younger girl's back to calm her down. Homura didn't push Mami away and just continued sobbing. The tears were obviously staining Mami's shirt, which the older girl didn't mind. They stayed like that for a few moments, until Mami noticed that Homura fell asleep in her arms. The blonde girl carried her and gently laid her down on the sofa. She covered her raven-haired friend's form with a warm blanket and left for the kitchen, remembering she had not washed the dishes yet.

When she finished, she came back to the living room and checked on Homura, who was still sleeping on the couch. Her face seemed peaceful as she slept, which made Mami smile. The older girl felt quite sad, as she somehow wanted to be let in to Homura's heart, to at least become someone whom she could confide in. But she knew the fact that someone else was in Homura's heart. She was aware of that person that Homura would call onto—that certain someone…

Madoka.

She had heard Madoka's story from Homura for a few times. The older girl remembered Homura telling her that the ribbon she always used as a headband was the only memory that this Madoka left her.

"I always feel she's with me." Homura said as she touched the ribbon on her head. Mami would smile faintly as Homura ended her story with that gesture.

What can I do, Homura? Do I even have a chance to be let in to your heart? The blonde girl sighed as she sat down and took a sip from her tea cup.

Mami-san is just...kawaii! :)