Chapter Thirteen: Letting the wine talk

A deafening resulted in a rain of glass, the shattering of the window and Kyouko pushed Madoka down flat in the booth, as everyone else jolted and flinched in their seats, cowering and screaming. Upon arrival of the bullet, lodged again, dangerously close to their heads in the booth, the car took off with screaming tyres, far off. Kyouko bolted out the restaurant, fuming and lamely attempted to chase the car. Homura tailed after cautiously. 'Can you see the number plate?!' she called to the flying red head.

'C-1-9… DAMMIT!' snarled, Kyouko, coming to a stop, no longer able to keep her pace, even though the car was miles ahead and continued off into the distance. She panted, exhausted, stopping and leaning on her knees.

'All we know is that it's a black SUV Mitsubishi with those three starting code digits' Homura plainly said.

'FUCK!'.

Sayaka dashed over to them, followed by Madoka. 'What the hell just happened?'

'A shameful, violent proclamation of Anarchy… I hope. No-one was hurt, but I don't think it could've been just some gang' replied Homura, looking through her phone for more information on the car and the code, but no luck.

'They just showed up and shot up the place?'

'Their aim was directly at our booth. I'm hoping it's just bad luck or their direction at us was intentional'.

Kyouko lowered her gaze and Madoka stared knowingly at her. Anger flowed into her conscious and she scowled, understanding.

With their evening ruined by that run of chaos, the two made their way back to the Kaname residence, after saying goodbye to Sayaka, who promised to escort Homura home. Their silence was painful and the red knew of the bubblegum haired girl's annoyance and fear of what was happening. More so, she didn't know how to explain what was going on with her parents arrangements. Entering the door and removing their shoes, a dreary, slurry voice spooked them 'Ma-do-ka… Kyou-ko'. Junko sat in her arm chair with wine, watching the fluids swirl in the glass. 'Did you have a nice time?'

'Um, yeah, it was great' Kyouko lied, grinning stupidly and nervously.

'Mmhmm, Madoka, can I talk with Kyouko alone for a moment?'

The couple looked to each other, shrugging and the younger girl made her way up to her room.

'Y-yes, Miss-Kaname?'

'Call me Junko, sit down'

Obediently, she took the couch again, looking to the half empty bottle of wine.

'Care for a glass?'

'Erm… Junko, I'm 16. I'm underage' she shied away to the gesture.

'Ooo, a little older than my girl I see' she sung, amused. 'It'll loosen you up. Help you relax. It's not like other alcohol. Heck, you could be 14 in some places in Europe and have a glass, no-one would bat an eye'.

Kyouko was stubborn and shook her head to the offer, wanting to be more respectable.

'Oh well, the offer is there. I just wanna talk about Madoka with you'

'Sure, Junko' she said, still getting used to the name.

'It's clear she adores you. I saw you earlier and she didn't want to be a foot apart from you'. The woman traced her finger around the glass rim as she spoke. 'Her drawings are immaculate and well done, thanks to you'.

'Well, I haven't really done much. All I'm doing is posing for her'

'True, but you've also fed her confidence. She's starting to seem very sure of herself lately too, finding her calling, so to speak, in Art'.

Kyouko smiled warmly to herself, flattered at hearing that.

'So, what do you guys do together?'

That bottle was looking very enticing now, as the red head knew off the bat where this conversation was heading. She wasn't surprised either. Junko read her like an open book the moment she walked in. Perhaps she was just getting her to say this out loud to clarify it. Maybe she already knew she loved her daughter. However, she kept her hands down in her lap, resisting the wine that beckoned her.

'W-well, before, we just met up to do drawings around the riverside and that. Today, we went to the park, had ice-cream and err… yesterday she took me clothes shopping. She's kinda spoiling me' she stuttered, trying to keep her cool, rubbing the back of her neck.

Junko nodded, a pleased look on her face 'So, why do you think that is?'

That wine bottle was practically gleaming at her now. Kyouko gritted her teeth a bit.

'Well, she's a great friend… I'm sure she's like that with Sayaka and her other classmates though' she trembled, giggling awkwardly.

'Oh, no. I can be sure she's not. Occasionally with Sayaka perhaps, but you, you're different. So, do you have any other friends? Boyfriends?'

Kyouko shuffled her feet a bit, groaning, uncomfortable, particularly at the 'boyfriend' part.

'N-nah, I've always been kinda an introvert. So, the fact she's spending so much time with me is kinda outta my comfort zone. Not saying I don't like it though… and um… I-I'm not really that interested or fussed when it comes to boys. Friends are enough for me' despite her cheerful exterior, she was shaking in her socks.

Junko gave an amused smug look 'So… you like girls?'.

Kyouko grabbed the bottle and poured herself a glass, shuddering at the tight atmosphere that choked her. Junko gave a small chuckle and assured her quietly 'I don't mind that you're gay, Kyouko. It's alright'.

The crimson maned gal's stomach bore butterflies and she sipped at the wine, the taste rather dull and leaving a blunt, heavy impact. She liked it. She stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

'And I don't mind if you bring any girls home in the future. Rest assured, we won't judge you. We're not, I'll say, traditionalists'.

Despite the promising assuring tone, it could be just the wine talking now with Junko and she didn't know exactly how to respond. She herself had never really thought about her feelings and sexuality until recently, but it didn't feel too alien to her. Just different. The drunk woman rose from her armchair and, as earlier, sat with Kyouko, watching her sip more wine.

'I remember my dad giving me this when he was doing communion' she said, steering away from the topic.

'Oh, yeah. He was a priest, right?'

'Yeah. I keep thinking what he'd be say if he saw me now. If he'd be proud of me or reject me'.

Junko put and arm around her, hugging the saddened girl comfortingly 'He'd be proud you've made it this far and have found friends and a family who loves you. He'd be proud you've been so strong all these years'.

Kyouko felt tears tease the corners of her eyes, but she rubbed them away hastily. Her face was warm from the wine now.

The two chatted for a long while. Junko went on about how she met her husband, raising Madoka and the mess of things at the office. Eventually, the bottle was empty.

'I'd better head off to bed. I'm real sleepy now' Kyouko yawned, finding her feet. She was thrown off guard when she tried to maintain balance.

Y-you gonna be okay with the stairs?' Junko asked, guilt falling over her face.

The wobbly teen sat again 'Maybe'.

The grown-up helped escort her up, slowly, so that she didn't trip. Madoka, peeked through her bedroom door, wondering what they were talking about so late.

'Can I ask you one last thing?' Junko peeped, now being at the top of the stairs with the girl.

'Erm, sure' the red head said, plainly.

'What do you think of Madoka?'

The bubblegum haired girl's ears perked curiously, listening out for her partner.

'Man, I even said to her once that I wished I was her. She's so friendly, caring and sweet. She makes me feel on top of the world, like I can do anything when I'm with her. She's so talented, dedicated and passionate about her work and… I feel so lucky to have met someone like her. Even now, I aspire to be just like her' Kyouko stated, sleepily.

Madoka grinned to herself, flushed, hearing that. Junko nearly collapsed from the level of booze in front of the red head, but the girl caught her, helping her up. The woman wrapped her arms around her snugly, patting her head. She whispered 'I knew you cared about her. I know you two will make great sisters, looking out for each other and helping the other when they're down…' The red head flinched and cringed, while Madoka looked questioningly at them. 'My husband didn't wanna tell you till later, but I thought it wasn't fair. We've got these adoption papers through from the court and you'll be part of our family. You can call this place your home, you can call me and Tomohisa 'mom' and 'dad'. We can help you start fresh, Kyouko Kaname'.

Madoka fell back on her bed, mortified, in a tiny vest and cute panties, waiting for her lover.

End of Chapter Thirteen

(NOTE: Yeah, as speculated in the comments, here is where the Psuedo-Incest takes off. Man, that's awkward as shit. So what'll happen between Kyouko and Madoka? Will everyone find out about the truth of their relationship? Will Kyouko continue to hide her past while helplessly watch reality seep through the cracks? Who are these people in balaclavas with knives and guns out to get them? Find out soon. Leave comments and flames will be for KyouMado cookies :P)