Author's Note:Ok. I'm back again:) I just wanted to give a fore-warning, which says that this chapter will contain (yes, I know) more 'M-rated' scenes. Just a heads up. And also, to any of you who are reading the 'Mitakihara Winter Story Arc', you may see a few similarities in the chapter. Honestly, I did NOT copy anyone. As seeing the second chapter of the story mentioned was published yesterday, I was surprised to see a few of the same occurrences. Ok, they're not too similar... But just so you know, all of this here came from my head. Not someone else:) Although XP Flipside did a great job on the chapter. Kudos to him:)

And yes, I am FINALLY done with school and sports! Well, my junior year, at least... So senior year, here I come! Hopefully this will mean that I will get more writing done soon, and to all of you who are still fighting in the war called 'Last Few Weeks of School', good luck! I wish you the strength to finish up strong! Ok, let' start things off with a little One Direction. My fave.

From the moment I met you, everything changed

I knew I had to get you, whatever the pain

I had to take you and make you mine (take you and make you mine)

I would walk through the desert

I would walk down the aisle

I would swim all the oceans just to see you smile

Whatever it takes is fine (whatever it takes is fine)

Oh oh ohh oh

So put your hands up

Oh oh ohh oh

'Cause it's a stand up

I won't be leaving

'Til I finish stealing

Every piece of your heart

Every piece of your heart

I know your heart's been broken but don't you give up

I'll be there, yeah I know it to fix you with love

It hurts me to think that you've ever cried (you've ever cried)

Oh oh ohh oh

So put your hands up

Oh oh ohh oh

'Cause it's a stand up

I won't be leaving

'Til I finish stealing

Every piece of your heart

Every piece of your heart

Oh oh ohh oh

So put your hands up

Oh oh ohh oh

'Cause it's a stand up

I won't be leaving

'Til I finish stealing

Every piece of your heart

-excerpt from Stand Up by One Direction

Chapter 6: Part 1

As soon as Madoka and Mami had both taken their turns in the bath, everyone settled down for dinner. The shower was turned off, the baseball game was on pause, and the five magical girls plus their one furry companion had hustled over to the kitchen table for a well prepared meal.

Ornamentally precise, the table owned a nice, furnished set of oaken chairs. Six, to be exact. Two on each long side, and subsequently one at each short end. A dim but sufficient enough lamp hung loftily from the ceiling, illuminating the well-set table and ravenous faces with a warm glow.

There was Homura sitting next to Madoka on one side, while Kyoko and Sayaka sat on the other. Mami and Kyubey were at the ends; or rather, Kyubey just sat on one end of the table. And in order to make sure Kyoko could help Homura out at anytime needed, the redhead intelligently sat across from the stoic time traveler as she continued grinning non stop, eyeing the food all the while. The smell of hot, slightly mild homemade curry perfected by Mami Tomoe and Homura Akemi had the fiery veteran on edge, bouncing in her seat like the 'jelly bean' she was.

Aside from the slightly tense atmosphere, Homura was acting a bit peculiar herself, which wasn't at all to her liking. She sat motionlessly in her chair, only quaking every now and then when she thought about all the suggestions Kyoko had told her about and were planned for the evening that Homura wanted so badly with the precious pinkette beside her. The suggestions were 'good' ones, of course, coming from the redhead. In Homura's opinion she thought so as well, but couldn't quite exactly see herself performing any of them. It was just… just too nerve wracking for her to even play the scenes in her head. But yet she wanted it so badly- she just had to do it. Kyoko would make sure of it. After all, Homura was the one who had gotten her involved with this love affair in the first place. She wasn't about to back down now. Who do you think she was? And not to mention, but the deal was probably going to follow through since they had pinky sworn on it.

"Alright, everyone," Mami said, delivering a sweet smile as she set the last couple of utensils on the table near a neat stack of rectangular napkins. With just a glance, it looked like whoever lived here had a serious case of OCD. But it's Mami, so it makes sense. Everything about the senpai was organized and adult-like. She took a seat, the gentle smile still on her gold-framed face. There was silence for a moment, as everyone was a little unsure of whether they could start eating or not. Kyoko was practically dying without being able to sink her teeth into the delicious meal. "Go ahead," the blonde laughed, "you don't have to wait for me! Dig in!"

There was a loud clattering as the red haired beast was unleashed, leaping forward with her lance-like spoon in hand. Around five annunciations of "Itadakimasu!" came muffled out of the five guests seated at the blonde's table, some stuffing their faces irrationally (Kyoko and Sayaka) while others merely took small, reasonable bite-fulls (Madoka, Homura, and Kyubey who simply ducked his face into the bowl before him taking mouthfuls of hot curry-covered rice).

Feeling a warm swelling in her chest with the delight of her guests, Mami picked up her own spoon and began eating.

"Wow, Mami-san!" Madoka piped up, a wide smile on her face as she turned to speak to her hostess. "This is really delicious! You're an amazing cook!"

Mami chuckled, cocking her head to one side, a slight blush thrown on her cheeks. "Thank you, Kaname-san. I'm glad you're enjoying it. And Akemi-san helped me make the curry as well; I certainly can't get all the admiration."

The pinkette's eyes quickly settled on the girl sitting next to her. "Homura-chan!"

A variation of colored orbs once focused on their meals were now drawn to the sudden leap made by the pinkette, who bumped the table in her haste to escape her seat and land on the transfer student, arms thrown around her in a tight hug.

"Thank you for the meal Homura-chan!" the small girl announced without a hint of embarrassment, her cheek pressed against the time traveler, who was rapidly turning a deep shade of red.

"N-No problem, Madoka…"

"Yeah, thanks transfer student!" Sayaka laughed jovially through a mouthful of curry at the girl blushing uncontrollably across from her.

Kyoko sternly nudged Sayaka and grinned at the blunette, a slight array of white rice and curry dusting the area around her mouth. "Yeah, didntcha know Sayaka? Homie's got some mad cooking skills!" Her crimson eyes traced over to the breathless girl being strangled by Madoka. "She'll make a good wife one day, dontcha think?"

"Of course she will!" Madoka replied, squeezing the girl in between her arms tighter.

"If anyone would want to marry her, that is," Sayaka scoffed, a spoonful of curry halfway to her mouth.

Mami shot back offensively, her chair noticeably creating a rugged squeak as it dragged backward across the wooden floor with the force of her astonishment. "Ah!" A hand flew up to Mami's mouth as she delivered a heavy gasp. "Miki-san! That wasn't something nice to say. At all. You should apologize to Akemi-san."

The blunette's haughty look had faded, and she sheepishly turned her cobalt gaze toward the frowning time traveler at the opposite side of the table. There was an uncomfortable look on Homura's pale face, and the girl attached to her looked quite perturbed herself hearing Sayaka's comment. Wow. It was just a joke! "Hey, sorry transfer student. I didn't really mean it."

"Sayaka-chan," Madoka began sensitively with big, round pink eyes, "you shouldn't say mean things like that. You probably hurt Homura-chan's feelings really bad!"

The blue haired girl just shrugged as she stared at the steaming bowl below her. "Sorry," she mumbled reluctantly, sifting her spoon through the curry.

Things were quiet for a moment, until Madoka spoke. "Um, I'm kinda thirsty. Do you have anything to drink, Mami-san?"

"Oh my goodness!" the older girl announced with a sudden smile on her face. "You're right, Kaname-san. I forgot about the beverages!" Mami looked over to her right at the normally inaudible girl, who was silently eyeing her bowl of half-eaten curry. Is it just me or is she looking extremely uncomfortable right now? Maybe I should give her something to do. "Akemi-san, would you mind heading over to the refrigerator to get out some soda? I recall buying a pack the other day. Would you be kind enough to grab some cans for us?"

The raven haired girl nodded and began getting up, pushing her chair back a little as she rose.

A sudden jump across from Homura took place as Kyoko erupted from her noisy inhalation of dinner (which was, by the way, pretty much in her stomach by now), except for a few, lonely grains of rice dotting the inside of her bowl. And a few exceptions were sprinkled on her face as well, which she quickly wiped away using the back of her hand. "I'll go give her a hand," Kyoko announced with a small wave.

There was an attractive sparkling in her ruby eyes as Homura found herself gazing at the ponytailed girl; it almost reminded her of some sort of lively intoxicating champagne-like beverage. Was this the beginning of one of the veteran's unruly plans? It was a little disturbing to have someone like Kyoko looking at you with a spark flashing in her eye. Her lively gait threw the transfer student off task until she felt a strong tug at her arm and found herself being wheeled over to the fridge by Kyoko. What's she up to now? Pulling away, Homura broke free of Kyoko's grip and gave a faint grimace. "What's your problem?"

"Ah, nothin'."

The two were speaking in slightly hushed tones now, considering the other girls were nearby.

Placing a hand on the fridge's metallic handle, Kyoko grinned. "Just trying to give ya a hand. You got a problem with that?"

"Uh...no…" Ignoring the time traveler's reply Kyoko opened the icebox and began digging through the fridge. A few seconds later she emerged from the icy lair, six aluminum cans of vibrant colors in the crook of her arm. "Here," she began, handing the closed-mouth Homura a total of five cans and keeping one for herself.

"Five?" I just don't get her.

"Yup!" Kyoko smiled, and then suddenly, turned around, her sweatshirted (of course she'd have her favorite jacket- she brings it everywhere) back to the confused Homura.

The stygian haired girl was about to turn around when she saw the upper half of Kyoko's green back begin to shake violently. What the…?

The mysterious vibration concluded and Kyoko turned around again, smiling as if that moment of weirdness never happened. She went straight past Homura with her signature confident stride and grin, and Homura could have sworn she saw the redhead wink at her as she passed. "Here you go Madoka," Kyoko smiled charismatically as she placed a soda before the pinkette, "Homura's coming with the others."

Shrugging off Kyoko's inexplicable actions, the dark haired magical girl continued on her journey to the table and generously passed out a can to the rest, and wondering just how Kyubey was going to drink his.

"Thank you, Akemi-san, Sakura-san," Mami said as she reached out her hand over the wooden table to grab the can placed before her. Watching as her guests once again began taking their seats, Mami's smile was broken as she heard a cry suddenly pierce the air. Looking up just in time, Mami was shocked to see Madoka holding a can which was now almost empty, most of the liquid content on her, and an ongoing rush of the beverage slowly dying as it exited the can and found its way onto her hands.

The blonde senpai quickly pushed back her chair and began making her way over to the petite girl, who looked to be almost one the verge of tears. "Kaname-san! You-Your drink! Oh no…"

Homura stared motionlessly at the scene before her as three other pairs of hands devoted themselves to wiping up the mess that had occurred. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the pinkette, and somehow had the feeling this incident had also involved someone else as well…

Finished with drying the table, Mami turned to her abashed pink haired guest, delicately wrapping an arm around the smaller girl. "Kaname-san, you come with me. We'll go get you and extra change of clothes."

The dark haired girl's violet eyes followed as Mami led a whimpering Madoka out the kitchen, her sole attention on the well-being of the small girl she cared so deeply about. Madoka…

"Homie, things just aren't working out!"

Huh?

Kyoko had begun leaning over the table, and Homura was shocked to see Kyoko's face less than a foot away from hers as she turned around. There was a slightly frustrated look on the redhead's face, and a small edge of her fang had made its way over her lip, making the girl look all the more dangerous.

"Wha-What are you talking about?" Homura asked. "What do you mean?"

"You're just not doing any of the things I told you!" Kyoko heavily sank back in her seat, eyebrows furrowed tightly together as she crossed her arms.

Looking at her mentor's angry face, a lightbulb in Homura's brain finally turned on. She had previously been caught up in the sudden, unlucky turn of events from a moment before, but now everything clicked. She had finally connected the dots. Kyoko sitting across from her… Taking her to the fridge… Getting the sodas… And then that violent shaking… Giving the soda to Madoka… "You… you shook the can, didn't you?"

A slight grin formed on Kyoko's face. "Uh, yeah? Who else?"

Now Homura was getting angry. Why on earth would anyone do something so horrible like that to Madoka?!

"I did that to give us some time alone. I had to get Pinky away so we could talk. Change of plans."

Sayaka, who had once been engrossed in her meal, lifted up her head to look at the two. Her gaze shifted back and forth curiously, meeting each of the conversers' eyes for a moment before they quickly tore their attention away from the unknowing blunette. "Um, what's going on here? What are you guys talking about? I'm kinda lost…"

"Shut up Sayaka."

"Hey! Don't you dare talk to me like that, transfer student!"

"I'm pretty lost as well…"

"Shut up Kyubey."

"SILENCE!" Kyoko roared with a pound of her fists on the table, rattling the silverware and platters for a moment as if a miniature earthquake had just occurred. Kyoko rudely jabbed a finger in Homura's face, giving the girl a need to distance herself a little from the redhead. She didn't dare speak another word. The atmosphere was unpleasantly stagnant now, and suddenly Homura felt heavy with the pressure in the air. She had never seen Kyoko so angry before- it was almost as bad as her encounter with the crimson eyed girl in the shower. "Listen- we don't have a lot of time here. I promised I was gonna help ya out, and I'm gonna stick to it. But you gotta listen to me!"

Homura nodded. Kyoko was right; she had asked the other girl for help, and it only seemed right for her to sit tight and listen to what Kyoko had to say.

"You aren't using any of the suggestions I gave ya! What about those killer pick up lines I lent you?!"

"Um…" Homura didn't know what to say. "I just couldn't find the right opportunity?"

"Uh-huh," Kyoko replied sarcastically, nodding her red head in false agreement. She narrowed her maroon eyes at the girl across from her. "Not workin'!"

Sayaka shyly raised up her hand, spoon daintily held between a few of her fingers as she spoke. "Uh, still lost here…"

"Listen, Homie," the ponytailed girl shifted towards Homura once again in her seat, giving her full attention to the disturbed time traveler. And just like before in the shower, her fierce, fiery gaze suddenly softened, almost like a cooling pile of embers beginning to lose their glow but keeping their warmth. "I have a plan. I just want you to know that you can leave everything to me, alright? And don't take anything I might do seriously, ok?"

Um, kinda confused here… "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry." Kyoko leaned back in her chair, picked up the spoon which was nestled safely within the confines of the empty bowl before her, and winked. Hearing the faint voices of Mami and Madoka making their way back down the stairs, Kyoko stood up and began walking towards the curry pot on the counter, halting once she was right beside Homura. Bending down she leaned in close to the time traveler, receiving strange matching glares from Kyubey and Sayaka, and whispered in the other girl's ear. "We're gonna play a game after dinner."


No. No God. Please no.

The five were now in the living room, digesting the previous, wonderfully made dinner the hostess Mami Tomoe had provided. It had been an amazing meal. In the sense that the food served had been unbelievably good, not the fact that poor Madoka had been forced to go change her drenched clothes thanks to a certain someone.

But now Homura was here, sitting on the couch, and she didn't exactly feel cozy and comfy and content in almost every way like she should have. Right now, she felt like hurling.

Mami extended a slender arm, a handful of chopsticks before the silent girl's emotionless face. "Here, Akemi-san. Pick one."

Please God- I hate this game-

Yup. This, undoubtedly, had been the redhead's reference. The King Game. After a second serving of dinner and the devouring of around three clean slices of homemade tiramisu, Kyoko had proposed that everyone play the game. And of course no one objected. Except the time traveler. Mami was too nice, Sayaka was too stupid, and Madoka was even nicer than Mami (in Homura's opinion). Kyubey had decided to plainly observe the so-called quote unquote "feminine display of phenomenal yet complacent and irrelevant human activity".

Kyoko watched in fascination as the raven haired girl's face changed from disgusted to utterly horrified, and grinned in satisfaction. She was beside Homura now, her long, lean legs spread across more than half of the couch, leaving Homura one measly cushion to call her own. She wiggled her toes in delight, crimson eyes still focused on the girl across from her with a panicked look. Seeing how Homura didn't have the guts to pull off any moves earlier, Kyoko felt that this meant the turnout of the evening's success was entirely left up to her. She now knew that the fate of Homura's love hung in the balance. Kind of. And since Homura obviously couldn't handle it with the pressure of having Madoka around, it was now up to her.

I'm sorry, Homie, Kyoko thought, turning to look away from the time traveler, but sometimes you gotta do things by using force. Her eyes settled on the close forms of Sayaka and Madoka, sitting on the floor at the far side of the length of the coffee table. The two were obviously enjoying their time here at Mami's, and seemed to be chatting about something terribly hilarious. It almost hurt Kyoko to watch Sayaka, smiling in that way that said that she was happy to be here. With her friends. But still Sayaka had no idea what was happening, wasn't in on it behind the scenes like Kyoko was. Her grin faded at the thought of possibly confusing (or even worse- hurting) Sayaka. Anything she might do that evening could certainly have that sort of potential impact, but like she told herself before; it had to be done. Homura couldn't fix this herself. And secondly she had promised- and was determined to see this through to the end.

Kyoko's smirk resurfaced as she watched Sayaka's smile widen. I'm sorry too Sayaka… and Madoka. I wish you knew I was doing this for your own good, Pinky. And don't worry Sayaka, I'll definitely make this up to you later. Locks of flaming hair swerved around her shoulder as she once again focused on Homura, who was frowning at the slender piece of wood in between her thumb and index finger. Time to have myself a little fun. "Excited, huh, Homie?"

Homura reluctantly looked over at the smirking girl's composed figure across from her, Kyoko's alarmingly relaxed poise sending chills down Homura's spine. "Very."

"Good," Kyoko leaned forward, propping herself up by setting her elbows on her knees, "because I'm sure this is gonna be awesome."

Homura gulped as she stared at the conspicuous redhead, the said girl busy taking one of the last few chopsticks from Mami's open grasp. I can tell she's up to something… but what is it, exactly? And why do I get the strange feeling that something bad's going to happen? Trying to distract herself from the thought, she looked past Kyoko and turned her attention to the resumed baseball game on screen.

"Ok, everyone, it looks like the game is beginning!" Mami stated pleasantly as she took a seat near Madoka and Sayaka on the floor.

Everyone besides Homura smiled in excitement, and the dark haired girl felt a disturbed overturning of her less-than-full stomach as it did a somersault among her insides. Oh great- it's starting…

A quartet of wooden eating utensils simultaneously sliced their way upwards through the air, and Homura couldn't help but feel her worry deepen as a synchronized shoutout of "Who is the King?!" echoed once through the hoarse and muffled cheers of the baseball game's on-screen crowd.

A small "Ah!" sounded, and Homura's tightly shut eyes opened in relief when she knew who it was, judging from the slow and gentle exclamation. It was luckily Madoka, holding up her chopstick with the very top adorned with the small doodle of a three-pointed crown. "I-It's me."

"Aw, great job, Madoka!" Sayaka began by slapping the frail girl on the back with a firm hand. "Now what are you gonna make us do?"

"I-I don't know…"

"Aw come on! You gotta do something that NO ONE would want to do! It's more exciting that way! Like eat a mouthful of wasabi or something like that!"

Multiple forced laughs fought their way out of their owners as five pairs of eyes (including Kyubey's, who was cozily resting among a mound of snacks in the middle of the table) laid themselves on Madoka's contemplating figure. They all knew the pink eyed girl didn't have the heart to do something as terrible as that.

"Um… how about…"

Silence.

"How about, um… Number Four has to, uh, uh, pillow fight Number Two?" the small girl winced, unconvinced even with her own decree.

"Alright, that sounds good to me," Mami smiled, holding up her chopstick, labeled with one of the mentioned numbers, "I'm Number Four. Who's Number Two?"

"Ehehe…" a feeble laugh, directed from Sayaka, occurred as everyone shot her with matching nervous glances. "T-That would be me…"

"You heard Kaname-san then." Mami's full-bodied figure began to rise as she stood up, an intimidating pillow suddenly in each of her elegant hands. "Are you ready to begin, Miki-san?"

The blunette began stumbling backwards, fingers clawing the floor around her any of the similar ammo that she hoped to be closer to her than she thought. Getting up she ran over to a nearby armchair, grabbed two pillows clearly resting on the chair, and took a defensive stance before the incoming blonde. "G-Go easy on me, Mami-san!"

The senpai smirked. Tonight was all about letting go, and she was surprised to have found herself loosening from her usually mature demeanor, instead going for a more rebellious outlook that seemed to metamorphosize her gentle aura. "Don't worry Miki-san," Mami smiled, feeling her muscles tense, getting ready for the pounce, "I'll make sure I will." And then the lioness struck.

The four looked on in the engaging battle with wide eyes, surprised at the blonde girl's sudden change in persona, and the fight that Sayaka was attempting to win even though resistance was futile.

"Ahaha.." Madoka laughed, eyebrows furrowed in reaction with her obvious concern, "I guess we'll wait for them to finish?"

A few minutes later, Sayaka emerged from around the living room's corner, the perfect picture of fatigue mixed with fear. A few snow white feathers clung to her cobalt hair, and her t-shirt was somewhat lopsided as she trotted lazily back into the room, finally dropping on the floor. "Remind me never to do that again…" she gasped through large intakes of breath.

Mami then walked in, a triumphant look on her face and hardly benign look in her golden eyes. Everyone watched as she confidently strode forward and took her seat at the coffee table, refraining from upsetting the older girl any and getting what Sayaka obviously received not too long ago. "Shall we continue?"

"O-Of course!" Madoka replied quickly, collecting the chopsticks from everyone and shuffling them in a paper cup she picked up off the table. Glad that wasn't me fighting Mami-san…

After some reassurance from the drill-tailed girl that she wasn't going to go all-out again, at least not that night, the game continued. Much to Homura's dismay.

After another shuffle which brought about the circumstance of a yan-yan eating contest between Kyoko and Madoka (Kyoko won, by the way. Madoka just ended up with an upset stomach), the chopsticks were shuffled yet again, and this time, Sayaka was King.

"Yes!" the blue eyed girl cried, pointer fingers in the air, "I'm finally King!" She paused, a little miffed by her sudden asset of indescribable power. Her eyes wandered up to the ceiling, where she concentrated her focus for a few seconds in thought. "What should I do, hmm? That's a good question…" Madoka's decree was pretty intense thanks to Mami. And the last one? That was Mami's choice. Not much of a challenge though if you know what I mean with Kyoko there and all, although it was kinda fun watching Madoka force-feed herself… I need something else- Aha! I got it! "Ok! Number One has to-" she paused, making sure she had everyone on edge before she finished, "kiss Number Three!"

The room was silent for a moment with the shock of the blunette's demand.

"Uh," Sayaka began, "that's someone, isn't it?"

"That's me."

All eyes turned to see a grinning Kyoko, raising her little chopstick in the air before placing it on the dark wood of the coffee table. "So who's the lucky girl I get to kiss?" the redhead smirked. She had a pretty good feeling of who it was… Just what I need to help me get this night (and my plan) goin'. Kyoko's ruby eyes twinkled, landing on the girl across from her on the couch cringing in despair, the latter's violet eyes widening in horror.

Kyoko…

No one dared to speak as a surprised Homura turned and glared at the blue haired trying to hide under the table, followed by an aghast Madoka, astonished Mami, detached Kyubey, and pleased Kyoko.

"Uh, sorry…?"

Ok, here goes! Ignoring the despicable stares and little pinkette beating up Sayaka with a pillow, Kyoko moved on with finishing her task. The redhead slowly began to crawl over to Homura, who was wedged tightly into the other end of the couch and looked to be hyperventilating/panicking. Their eyes met, and Kyoko could see Homura really, really did not want to do this.

No, Kyoko! Not in front of Madoka!

Sorry, the crimson haired girl replied telepathically, resting a warm hand on Homura's bare thigh, King's orders. Pretend no one's here.

B-But I can't!

We did it in the shower, right? We can do it again.

Homura found herself being pushed down, her head hitting the couch's armrest with a soft 'THUD'. And then there were Kyoko's strong arms, coming around each side of the transfer student's bright red face, brushing back any loose strands of hair that might get in the way. Not to mention she strategically had a toned leg in between both of the time traveler's, moving up and down slightly as she pushed herself forward, creating a funny but pleasant sensation that fogged Homura's mind. Her warm stomach was pressed tightly against Homura's, and the girl on the bottom could feel the veteran's soft breathing as her muscular abdomen heaved in rhythm to the beating of her pounding heart. The carnation red eyes before her gleamed in amusement in contrast to Homura's own confusion, and before she knew it, they were doing it again. The hands around Homura's face refrained her from moving as the redhead forced her lips onto the other girl's, and found herself (surprisingly) parting her lips to make way for Kyoko's tongue yet again.

Clenching the couch's fabric between her fingers, Homura found herself begin to lose her mentality. She didn't want to open her eyes for fear of seeing the equally startled faces of three girls before her. She just didn't know what to do. Kyoko… Her heavy breathing took a turn as it picked up in pace with the feel of Kyoko's soft breathing across her warm face, and she felt a little cold as one of Kyoko's hands left her cheek to venture somewhere else. She jumped slightly, feeling her back arch somewhat as she found out where Kyoko's missing hand was headed. It had stealthily crept back downwards to Kyoko's side, and Homura felt her heart begin beating faster as the redhead rose a little and moved her hand in between their two bodies, silently slipping it under the rim of Homura's short pajama shorts and finding her cleft, where it began rubbing itself back and forth indecently. I-I can't be doing doing this!

With much force Homura's petrified fingers unwillingly let go of the couch and began raising themselves upwards. St-Stop it, Kyoko! I-I won't let you do this to me, not again! Grasping the dominant girl's sweatshirt in between her trembling fingers, she attempted tugging the other girl off. Their bodies mashed as Homura pushed and Kyoko pulled, wanting to get more out of the dark haired girl, and it seemed the two weren't exactly getting any farther from each other than Homura would have liked. How long is this going to last?! In Homura's blurry mind, she could only think of a few reasons why Kyoko was doing this. It was either because she was deeply in love with the quiet girl (was that even likely?) or she had something else in mind. Ahh! Homura paused her fervent wrestling by calming her kicking limbs, and thought. Could- Could this possibly be part of Kyoko's 'plan'? It was certainly a possibility…

A finger unexpectedly found itself being pushed farther into Homura and she gasped in surprise, this time her whole body tensing with the insertion of the small yet powerful impact. Opening her eyes, Homura only needed to stare and see the rambunctious redhead above her, reveling in the promiscuous actions she was performing on the girl below. And it upset her. Kyoko was going to far. She needed to stop this. Now.

Doing her best to ignore the painfully pleasant warmth she was experiencing with the interchanging and turbulent motion of Kyoko's finger inside of her, Homura used her last bit of strength to whip her open palm across the other girl's face, the tingling sensation fading as Kyoko's hand slid out from in between Homura's legs. Her lips having been released, the raven haired girl gasped in need for air and space, and thanks to the slap issued, put some distance between them. The time traveler struggled as she tried propping herself up on the couch, Kyoko remaining in her half-sitting half-lying down position with an astonished look. "Wh-What the hell of you think you were doing?!"

The redhead grinned, falling back onto the opposite side of the couch with a small 'THUMP', and rubbing the bright red fingermarks across her cheek. "Helping you out."

"No!" Homura was incredibly pissed now; that was Kyoko's excuse for everything. "I understand the order was 'Number One has to kiss Number Three', but seriously- you didn't have to go as far as trying to fuck me in front of everyone else!" Without hesitation Homura's purple eyes flitted to the corners for a mere second, and her flushed face turned and even deeper shade of red as she expected to see four gaping mouths accompanied by their owners' astonished faces. But there was no one there. "W-Where did everyone go…?"

"Oh, them?" Kyoko repeated, taking a moment to wince in pain as she held a hand closer to her burning cheek. Shit, that hurt… "They left a few seconds after we started making out. Ya know. To give us some privacy."

"So… so Madoka or any of them didn't see any of 'this'?" Homura asked, moving her finger back and forth a few times to motion to herself and Kyoko.

"Nope."

Confused as much as ever, Homura frowned. "They- they left the room?"

"Uh-huh."

"And the doors seem to be shut as well…"

"Looks like it."

The cross girl shook her head a few times, a hand gently placed up to her forehead in support to ease her boggled mind. "I-I just don't understand…" Hearing an agitated sigh escape her friend's mouth, Homura looked up to see Kyoko scoot a little closer to her than she previously was before, a fan of digits decorating the area where Homura had slapped her. It looked like the redhead wanted to tell her something.

"Listen Homie… all that stuff I did? I didn't really mean any of it. I mean, it's fun doing it to you and everything and I kinda like it too…"

Homura's face flushed deeper as she watched Kyoko confess, rubbing her neck uncomfortably as she spoke.

"But I'm doing this for you. I-I know it sounds terrible… it really does. And right now I'm probably the person you hate the most. But will you hear me out and give me a chance to explain myself?" What was this side of Kyoko Homura was seeing? It was almost like the girl really felt sorry for what she had done a few minutes ago. Did she really care if Homura understood or not?

Not knowing what else to do, Homura nodded in agreement. "...Ok."

The redhead breathed out slowly and then took a large inhale, preparing herself mentally. This was certainly harder than she thought. "I-I was trying- trying to make Madoka jealous."

What?! What did you just say?!

"I thought that if she saw me having such a good time with you, she'd finally get her little pink head on straight. And know what she's missin'." Kyoko looked up, and Homura was surprised to see bright dashes of red scattered across each of her cheeks. This time not from Homura's powerful strike. Her crimson eyes sparkled pleadingly as if in forgiveness, and Homura couldn't help but blush harder as she stared at Kyoko's completely adorable face. "I'm sorry for not tellin' ya, Homie."

Fighting back the urge to lean in closer and plant a kiss on Kyoko's soft looking lips (she was certainly in range to do that… And damn! Kyoko was really influencing her for the worst.), Homura smiled. "...It's ok. I forgive you. But tell me what you're plotting next time, alright? Instead of scaring the shit out of me by freaking me out with all your crazy schemes." But I'm still pretty pissed…

Homura was answered by by Kyoko's warm laugh. "Haha, ya got it, Homie! Now what do ya say to finishing this night up the right way?"

The stygian haired girl nodded, returning the redhead's friendly grin. "Yes. Definitely."

Wait… Is she.. Is she playing with me or something? It- That was a pretty easy agreement- especially coming from someone like Homie after I did that… "Hey, um… are you really goin' to forgive me just like that? I mean, I kinda did go overboard…"

Really? No kidding. "Yeah, of course," Homura smiled, still a bit flustered. Actually, I'm lying. But I'm not going to tell you that. "That's what friends do, isn't it?" Homura was rewarded by a softening Kyoko's melting look, and Homura grinned cleverly at the tearing redhead who looked like someone had just said the nicest thing in the world possible to her. Coming from Homura, something like that could certainly be called a compliment, I guess…

"And that slap ya gave me earlier hurt pretty bad too… Watcha on? Steroids?"

Homura chuckled.. "Haha, no… Sorry about that."

Meeting the fanged girl's crimson eyes, Homura's gaze froze, their colored irises aligning one with another. Purple pulling in red, Kyoko found herself leaning in closer, ignoring the silence echoing throughout the empty room and focusing her entire being on the dark haired girl in front of her. A bit nervous, her maroon eyes flicked from between Homura's half-shut gaze and the soft pink of her lips, somewhat anxious with the notion that Homura was about to give her a kiss- this time solely from choice. Feeling the time traveler's hot, tempered breath beat gently across her face, Kyoko shut her eyes as she leant in to meet Homura's mouth…

'SLAP'!

"Ow!" the ruby haired girl cried as she backed away, this time genuinely scared with the fact Homura had just slapped her a second time. Probably for the heck of it. "What the fuck was that for?!"

"Nothing. Just trying to make myself feel better." Haha, you thought I'd forgive you just like that? Next time think again. "Don't do something stupid like that again, got it?"

Nodding, Kyoko silently submitted to the stygian haired girl's stale, lavender glare. "Yes, Akemi-sama."

And then Homura laughed; a gentle yet icy combination of melodic rhythm, bringing the fiery haired girl back to life as a grin redecorated her warm features. After a few moments Homura smiled, drawing up a finger to her dark-lidded lashes to wipe away a few settling tears. She had no idea Kyoko could make her laugh- it was something she didn't do often, just like the appearance of her rarely seen smile. Akemi-sama… Honestly, I like that way better than Homie. Standing up from the couch, Homura's toes touched the floor and she began to walk over to the living room's double doors before she felt a tug at her sleeve over the edge of the couch's back.

"Um, hey," Kyoko smirked, pointing to her lips, "can I still get that kiss before we let them back in?"

"W-What?! Why?" Homura exclaimed, prying Kyoko's fingers off her clothed arm in an urgent fashion.

"Just for funsies. Come on! How about it?" The redhead smiled with a slight blush, her twin fangs prompting Homura to get as far away from the redhead as she possibly could.

"Not a chance in hell!" the lavender eyed girl wailed, tossing a nearby pillow at Kyoko's grinning face with as much force as she could muster before running over to the double doors, feet not hesitating a moment to go faster. Stupid Kyoko…


"Do we really have to wait out here for them, Mami-san?" Sayaka hushed in a frustrated whisper, agonizingly staring at the doors with her sky blue eyes.

"Yes, it would be best if we did." Mami, the overprotective and motherly senpai, had ushered out the two younger girls Madoka and Sayaka as soon as Kyoko had begun eyeing Homura in a X-rated manner. They don't need to see that at such a young, innocent age, the older girl chuckled to herself as she had dragged them out, obviously putting both Sayaka and Madoka in a nervous mood. I mean, she thought, who could blame them? Their crushes are in there, for heaven's sake, putting on a dare that's forcing them to make out. She didn't want to have her two kohai have to see that. But what then, exactly, was that hungry look on Sakura-san's face as she began crawling over to Akemi-san? Maybe I'm just imagining things.

She smiled, looking over at Sayaka and Madoka a few feet off huddled closely by the tightly shut doors, their faces portraying their highly concentrated mentality. Knowing Akemi-san, she probably won't let Sakura-san get away with too much. I hope.

"Mami, why exactly did you persuade us to evacuate the recently occupied room?"

Looking down Mami was met by twin glowing crimson orbs, of those which belonged to Kyubey the Incubator. "Oh, um, no special reason," the blonde laughed, waving a hand.

"There's a reason for everything, isn't there?"

Mami looked away nervously as she started feeling slightly uncomfortable under the space creature's burning gaze. "Well, I, um- didn't exactly want (them)" she mouthed, figuratively pointing over to the two girls cuddled by the door with her index finger, "to see anything impure. You know, Kyubey?"

"No, not really," the alien replied with a silent flick of his tail.

Well, Mami communicated to him mentally, it would be best if you didn't. Moving her yellow ochre eyes from the floored Kyubey to her kohai, Mami walked over to the two, and stopped before them, catching their attention. By the looks of their exasperated faces and ears pressed tightly against the wood separating them from Kyoko and Homura, Mami didn't want to leave them alone. But then again that leftover slice of tiramisu was calling to her from inside its refrigerated encasement in the kitchen. So she decided to answer the call. "I'm going to head into the kitchen for a moment, would any of you care to accompany me?"

No answer.

"Alright then, I guess I'll enjoy a nice, refreshing piece of creamy tiramisu by myself…" Seriously, does this not appeal to either of you? Fine. "Listen, I'll be right back then, Miki-san and Kaname-san. And please, don't open that door, alright?"

Still no reply except blank stares from Madoka and Sayaka, bubble gum pink and cotton candy blue. So, so innocent! Mami thought with a small blush, feeling herself miss the old days when she herself didn't know of various 'things'. But if I make them come with me, they might think something's up, so… No matter what Homura or Kyoko were exactly doing in the living room, she didn't want Madoka or Sayaka to see any of it. It could hurt them. And she probably couldn't bear to see them heartbroken, especially now after seeing their absolutely adorable faces pleading to her. "Kyubey," she said, pointing to the cat-like alien a ways off, "watch over these two, alright? Make sure they don't open those doors. I'll be right back."

Sayaka watched closely as Mami disappeared around the corner of the kitchen's entrance and gave Madoka a playful shove. "Ok, she's gone," she whispered, eyes filled with a conniving sense of excitement and uneasiness, "open the door!"

"B-But Mami-san said not to…"

"I'm not to allow you to look beyond that entryway, if you recall."

"Shut up, Kyubey."

"Sayaka-chan, stop being so mean!"

Grabbing Madoka's shoulders, Sayaka looked into her friend's eyes. Blue meeting pink, she felt herself calm slightly. "Please, Madoka. I just have to know what's going on in there. Don't you want to know too? For all we know, Kyoko and Homura could be having sex on the couch!" It hurt her to say that. It really did. And judging by the pained look in Madoka's clear, rosy eyes, it hurt her too.

"Homu- Homura-chan wouldn't do something like that." Would she?

"Then it wouldn't be a problem if we opened the doors, right?" Sayaka whispered from her criss-crossed position on the ground, reaching up a hand to the knob and giving it a silent twist.

Author's Note: Alright, there you have it. Hopefully the next chapter, the last half of Chapter 6, will conclude this night of mischievousness among the five magical girls and their extraterrestrial friend:) And I sincerely apologize to all of you who despise the KyoHomu pairing... No, this is not the main pairing! Let it be heard! I just happened to write a few arousing tidbits with the two for no special reason except (for fun, haha) and the fact that it's pretty hot. But don't worry, everything will be settled soon enough:) Once again, please tell me how I am doing by reviewing to leave me your thoughts! Every bit counts, and I really want to know if you guys thought that this chapter was adequate/you liked it. Honestly, I had a little bit of trouble writing it myself... so it would really mean a lot to me if you reviewed to tell me how I'm doing! And yup, I think that's about it... Well, I hope you enjoyed and can't wait for the next chapter!