Hello again. I'm pretty sure everyone an their mother saw this chapter coming after last chapter's tease. Though it did take a while to come up with the idea for it. I was trying to find a way to introduce Nagisa without having her end up joining the family, but then I realized that Nagisa is younger than most of the cast, and I had recently learned about a system my county is doing similar to this where I would go to elementary schoolers and bond with one of them. Anyways I hope this came out well. It was hard getting a fix on Nagisa's personality considering how little of her personality we see. Enjoy.

Currently near the doorway of the Kaname household, an almost riot was about to happen.

"YOU WHAT!"

"Where's the guy that did this to you then scrammed off. I'm gonna pound his face in!"

"Sayaka, Kyouko, please calm down. It isn't like that at all!"

Standing in the hallway on one end were Sayaka, Kyouko, and Madoka, on the other was Mami and a small white haired girl hiding behind the blonde.

"His name! What's his name!"

"Kyouko, please don't get mad. Mami said she was bringing a friend over today!"

Spinning around with a confused look on both their faces, the bluenette and redhead where both doubtful of Madoka's statement. "When did she say that?"

Madoka took a step back once the focus had drifted to her. "Umm… She told us, yesterday I think."

Kyouko glanced back towards Mami, then back to Madoka. "Ya think? That doesn't mean for sure then, right?"

"No. She indeed told us yesterday that the student she was tutoring would be visiting our house for their weekly session." The calm and collected voice of reason in the family, Homura's, cut through the unnatural amount of tension filling the air for how small of a surprise it was.

Kyouko and Sayaka were both shoved to the side as Homura stepped between them. "Forgive these idiots, they weren't listening when Mami said you were coming. Enjoy your stay here." Grabbing both girls by their ears, Homura dragged them off into another room.

A few moments of silence passed before any of the three girls moved.

"Well then, now it has calmed down." Mami stepped away from the small girl behind her. "Would you like some food and maybe something to drink Nagisa? I don't think you would want to start our lesion right after you get here after all."

Surprised at how quickly Mami had gotten over the previous events, Nagisa blinked several times before nodding her head. Any offer of a meal from Mami was a treat worth real money.

"Wonderful!" A smile grew on Mami's face that radiated happiness. Turning to Madoka, she asked "Would you like to join us?"

Madoka responded with a warm smile and a nod.

Nagisa sat at the kitchen table as she watched Madoka and Mami move about in the kitchen preparing a small snack. Mami had set about boiling a pot of water for the tea, which she rarely ate without, while Madoka was gathering a small plate of snack foods like crackers.

Nagisa's head was filled with nervousness and joy. She had never really been to another person's house before. In her elementary school, most of the other students treated her like a classmate, but never really as a friend. They would talk with her, and play with her during recess, but no one ever really tried to get to know her as a friend. But then, Mami arrived.

"Nagisa? Is there any type of tea you would like?"

Nagisa's thoughts were broken by Mami's voice. She normally didn't know much about tea, but after spending several months with Mami, she ended up learning all about it, despite not really wanting too. "Should you have Oolong, that would be fine."

Her school had set up a program where High Schoolers would come and meet with the students and get to know them, and possibly tutor them when needed. It wasn't officially stated by the staff, but Nagisa suspected the purpose of it was to try and give them an upperclassman to admire and try to mimic, in hopes of curbing any future troublemakers.

All of her fellow classmates found upperclassmen who they bonded with quickly, but for Nagisa she drifted from High Schooler to High Schooler and no one could really bond with her well. Right as she was about to give up hope, she ran into Mami.

Mami was kind and sweet, and treated her very nicely. She let Nagisa talk about herself, without trying to take control of the conversation. When Nagisa wanted to change topics, or ask questions, Mami did everything she asked without any complaints. Soon enough the two of them wanted to pair together for the program. Mami was the nicest and kindest person she had ever met, next to her mother and father so she was more than happy to do so.

Finally, after several months, the program had ended, but the two of them decided to stay in contact. Every week they would get together at Nagisa's house for a study session. However, before they begun Mami would get some food and the two of them would talk and catch up before they began. When Nagisa really needed help with her classes, Mami would teach her everything she needed, and when she didn't, the "tutoring" session would just involve an hour or two of conversation before Mami left.

Madoka and Mami sat down across from Nagisa. Taking a moment to blink, she suddenly realized that the food had all been set out. Her eye's scanned over the various snacks laid before her. Crackers, small slices of meat, grapes and carrots and small squares of…

Cheese…

Cheese!

CHEESE!

Nagisa had to hold herself back before she threw everything out of the way and tackled the plate of cheese to the ground. Where she not so focused on keeping her body still, she might have noticed that she had begun to drool.

"Go ahead." Mami said, pushing the plate towards her

Like a starting pistol at a horse race, Nagisa's arms became one with the speed of light as she rocketed towards the plate of cheese and began to voraciously devour every piece on the plate.

The gritty, fruity flavor of Parmesan. The sharp, sweet taste of Provolone. The mild, buttery texture of Cream Havarti. Nagisa was in heaven. If anyone was to ever say cheese was not god's greatest gift to humanity, she would personally punch them in the face.

She stopped stuffing her cheeks once she heard the sound of laughter. It took her several moments before she realized who it was coming from. Mami was lightly giggling at the sight of Nagisa attacking the cheese, while Madoka was having a harder time trying to suppress her laughter.

Nagisa sat there, cheeks filled with cheese slowly reddening. She felt so embarrassed. She had completely forgotten she was at another's house and not her own. Slowly slinking down in her chair, she tried to hide herself, somehow hoping it would save her.

"I'm sorry, sorry!" Madoka was barely letting out between laughs. Finally managing to get her laughter under control, Madoka wiped a tear from her eye. "Mami told me a lot about you, especially your love of cheese. She didn't really specify how deep your love was though."

A combination of pride and more embarrassment flooded through Nagisa. She was extremely happy Mami was telling other's about her. It was proof that Mami liked her. But she was embarrassed at how Mami was telling other's about her. It was confusing, being happy and sad about the same thing at the same time.

"Umm, Nagisa? Can I ask something?" Madoka quieted down from her laughter. "Your eyes. They look… different than normal. Why are they like that?" A few moments passed before Madoka became flustered, saying in a panic "I-If that's o-okay! I don't want to pry at all."

Nagisa expected this at some point. At her school, most of the students would ask about her pure white hair or her unusually colored eyes. But once the hype over her odd traits faded, she became just a background character in their lives.

"It's fine. I have Central Heterochromia. The inner part of my iris is red, while the outer part is yellow. This trait I was born with. It is what most notice about me."

Nagisa was confused as to why her answer seemed to bother Madoka.

"That isn't really nice of them."

Now she was just confused. She couldn't connect her answer to being a bother, and then to others being mean. Was it the way she phrased it? Despite only being 8 years old, she spoke rather eloquently, something she picked up from her father.

"May I ask what you mean?" The only real way to clarify her confusion was to ask, so she did so.

"Your eyes aren't the only interesting thing about you. I know I haven't known you for too long, but I am sure there is more to catch attention than just your eyes."

Her thoughts were correct. Madoka had misinterpreted her sentence due to her odd speech patterns.

"Madoka, I don't think that is what she meant." Mami seemed to have understood Nagisa's intended meaning as well, and came to clarify for Madoka. "She was trying to say it is what caught people's attention first, not that it was the only thing."

Madoka sat silently for a moment before blushing, embarrassed by her mistake. "Eh… I'm sorry. Your- er… I haven't really heard anyone talk like you do, so I'm sorry I didn't understand."

A small smile spread across Nagisa's face. It wasn't often that she met someone, that apologized so honestly after messing up. Especially since she was in in third grade and her fellow classmates were still rather young and immature. "No need to worry."

"Ah! Nagisa! I almost lost track of time!" Mami jumped to her feet, almost making the now almost empty teapot tip over. "You have your exam coming up so we need to make sure you know the material."

Letting out a loud groan, Nagisa slumped to the table, still eating whatever cheese remained on her plate. "Must we really? It won't be all that difficult you know."

Mami made her lessons fun, or at least as fun as studying could be, but it was still rather boring. Most of Nagisa's classes were passed with minimal studying, but flying colors regardless. The rest of her classes that she didn't ace were due to her just not having the motivation to try. Classes like art or history were so boring that even though she could clobber them with ease, she didn't want to.

"If you study and pass my quiz at the end of today, I will give you more cheese. But if you want to skip today's lessions…"

Damn that vile woman, hitting Nagisa right in her soft spot. She was stuck in a horrible situation, the worst she would likely ever be in throughout her entire life. Do the boring act of studying, or get cheese?

Actually putting it like that it was barely a conflict at all. She would be willing to sell her soul to the devil if it meant getting her favorite cheese. She would sell it twice for some cheesecake too.

Letting out a combination of an excited gasp and a disappointed sight, she leapt to her feet as well. "CHEESE!"

A short giggle escaped Mami's lips. "If that is your choice, come on. We can study in my room." Mami placed her hands on Nagisa's shoulders and began to led her out of the room. Before she left, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder towards Madoka. "Madoka? Sorry to bother you with this, but would you mind cleaning up?"

"Leave it to me Mami."

Nagisa was too focused on the thought of more cheese to really pay much attention to the words between the two sisters. Though she still dreaded having to study, even if the greatest reward possible was offered for doing so.

Was 'Out of the frying pan, and into the fire' the proper term for this? Likely not. But even if it was Nagisa was sure fire had to be used to make cheese so maybe it wasn't all that bad.

Nagisa's unusual eloquent manner of speech was hard to get right, I hope I didn't over do it or anything. In case anyone was wondering why she is overly obsessed with cheese, even by normal standards, according to the wiki it is likely that she became a magical girl for one single cheesecake rather than healing her mother's illness. as well as she also admitted she came back as Godoka's secretary just to eat cheese again. There was one small thing I wanted to add about Nagisa, but I could never find the right place to add it in, so I will be holding onto it for a future chapter. It isn't something worthy of it's own chapter though. Anywho... Stay tuned for next time when Sayaka hears about a certain special boy who shall not be named, being invited out on a date by a girl. This is not allowed. It can not be allowed...