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Homu's Mistake
Chapter 1: One Wish
I do not own PMMM or Magia Record. PMMM is own by AniplexNA. Magia Record is owned by f4Samurai
Homura glanced around the desolation of Mitakihara, a city now reduced to rubble.
She glanced down at the crippled body of a certain pinkette, gazing listlessly into the sky.
"Homura…"
The black haired time traveler looked back, preparing her shield once more.
The pinkette, unable to even maintain eye contact with her partner, smiled softly, "I wished, that you wouldn't be alone."
Homura's eyes narrowed as Madoka's eyes dimmed before the hourglass clicked and then jammed?
She didn't even have time to comprehend the oddity before time swirled back, and she found herself returned to a battlefield?
She looked around and recognized herself in a witch's barrier. And she wasn't alone.
Three magical girls, one blue, one grey, and one black, were locked in an engagement against the witch and its familiars.
Homura observed from afar as the girls attempted to push their way through the waves of familiars. The blue one hacked and stabbed her way through the familiars while the black one pressed forward, bludgeoning with her enchanted pipe. The gray one provided support by hurling her chakram at familiars who flanked around her partners.
Homura had to admit, they had good synergy and teamwork that rivaled the work and efforts she had experienced when fighting under Mami's leadership. However, in spite of their efforts, the witch's familiars were slowly overwhelming the trio.
This must be a very powerful witch, to put three obviously experienced magical girls at bay. She debated moving to assist the trio but decided to wait for now. Some magical girls were very territorial about moving in on their kills and she had no clue where she even was.
Just then, it happened. The witch shot out a series of tendrils, catching the blue and grey ones off guard. The two were tangled in its grasp before they could react. The two squirmed but were unable to break free as the black one ran back to help them.
But as the black one ran, Homura observed the witch point its gleaming eye at the trio, charging up what obviously was some magical beam attack. If something didn't happen soon, then all three girls would be toast.
So Homura decided to act. She immediately froze time, leaped towards the witch and in mid air, pulled out her RPG and fired off a rocket at its eye. Landing on the floor with a practiced roll, she took out her machine gun and fired a wave of gunfire into line of familiars frozen in their advanced towards the girls. To finish things off, she took her Desert Eagle and sent a precise shot at each of the tendrils pinning down the blue and grey girls. Satisfied with her results, Homura resumed time and watched the carnage begin.
The rocket smashed into the witch's eye, causing it to shriek in pain as its attack ceased. The machine gun wave smashed into the familiars, shredding them into mincemeat. And the precision shots pierced the tentacles, cutting through their thin tendrils and freeing the girls.
"Huh?" The trio froze in complete surprise. It made sense, one moment they were trapped, doomed to be destroyed, the next they were free.
Homura rolled her eyes, "No time to explain, we need to finish that witch."
The blue one nodded, quickly retaking control of the situation, "thanks for the assist, Mifuyu, it's vision is blocked. Keep it that way. Kanae, see if you can break through its base. I'll go for the head."
She turned to Homura, her eyes flickering with curiosity, "I'm guessing you can handle the remaining familiars?"
Homura wasn't used to taking orders, but she nodded and chose a pair of Uzis from her shield. The bluenette's eyes widened but resumed focus on her job.
The rest of the fight was clockwork. Homura gunned down waves of Familiars attempting to flank them from their sides while Kanae (the black one) smashed her way through the front, recklessly bashing and bludgeoning her pipe into familiars without any resistance. Mifuyu (the grey one) seemed to have illusionary powers as she summoned a weird cloud of smoke and midst covered to cover the eye of the witch.
And the blue girl, she was a sight to behold. Summoning a literal staircase of halberds, she skipped her way up the spears, each one that she touched flying in their graceful arc into the head of the Witch. With her grace and sheer power, Homura caught glimpses of a elegant wave of death rain upon the witch, until the creature roared in fury before dissolving into dust.
Homura watched the barrier dissolve before returning her guns back into her shield. "That. Was. Most. Impressive".
She turned to see the trio approaching her. The blue girl held out her hand. "My name is Yachiyo. This is Mifuyu and Kanae."
"Hello!" Mifuyu waved. Kanae simply nodded gravely.
Homura shrugged. It wasn't that big of a deal. She just happened to be in the right place at the right time. "Homura."
She began to turn to leave when she felt something places into her hand. She looked up in surprised. It was the grief seed the witch had dropped.
Yachiyo smiled, "please accept it. You single handedly saved our lives out there. Giving you the grief seed is the least we could do."
"But I'm on your turf though, aren't I?" Homura protested. It wasn't like she didn't need the seed, but were these girls seriously this naive to let an outsider intrude on their turf and still get the grief seed?
Yachiyo chuckled, "I don't know where you're from Homura, but this is Kamihama City. There are lots of witches here and they are very strong. A grief seed is a meager loss to pay if it means our lives have been saved."
Homura took in those two pieces of information. One, she was in a city called Kamihama. Two, these girls apparently didn't know about the truth behind witches and grief seeds.
She tossed the seed back to Yachiyo. "Keep it. I was just on my way out."
She turned to leave when Mifuyu interrupted.
"Ummm," she said meekly, "I don't like the idea of you saving us and us not doing anything in return. Is there anything else we can do? Maybe we can cook for you! Have you had dinner yet?"
Homura froze, turning back to the girl, a pleading look in her eyes. And then, her stomach growled.
Mifuyu's eyes lit up. Yachiyo smiled softy. "I guess you haven't. Would you at least allow us to treat you to dinner?"
Homura tried, she really tried. All would take was stopping time and running away from these girls and their worthless charity. But for some reason, she couldn't. Maybe it was because she was all alone here, without any of her familiar surroundings of Mitakihara, much less her contact with Madoka. Spending one evening with these girls wouldn't hurt, would it?
"I guess it wouldn't hurt." Homura finally conceded. "I was feeling a bit hungry."
Kanae sighed, "it's impossible to resist the power of Mifuyu's puppy dog face."
The grey haired girl pouted, "Mou, I don't look like a puppy."
Which only made her look more like a poor pitiful puppy.
Dinner was good. Yachiyo had brought her to a stately Victorian style house where a kindly lady, later introduced as Yachiyo's grandmother, lived and cared for the three girls. That was new. Homura had never heard of magical girls living together in a dorm before.
And the food was decent. Not amazing like some of the things she had eaten at restaurants, but had a homely feel that in all her timelines, Homura had never been allowed to enjoy. And so she savored it, enjoying every last bite, and even asking for seconds. Something was here that she had never felt before. Something warm, but not like when she was with Madoka warm, but a different warm.
When the dishes were cleared and washed, and the grandmother had went upstairs to sleep, Homura found herself comfortably plopped on the couch across from the trio.
"Thank you for joining us," Yachiyo said softly, nursing a freshly brewed cup of tea in her mug, "Sorry for all of our antics."
"Not at all, it's been a while since I've felt so cozy." Homura blurted out. Wait, did she actually just say that? That felt totally off. She would never so willingly share such information, not even with Madoka.
Yachiyo glanced up at the clock and started, "Oh my, look at the time! I'm very sorry to have kept you so late!"
Homura's eyes glanced at the clock. It was already 10 and the last trains were most likely long gone at that point. "I'll be fine. I just need to make it to Mitakihara. I live by myself and-"
"Why don't you stay here the night?" Mifuyu asked.
Homura started to protest but Yachiyo nodded, "yes, that would be an excellent idea! We have a few extra guest rooms and I'm sure my grandmother wouldn't mind you crashing for the night."
"Plus, to get to Mitakihara by taxi is dangerous at this time. If you're not careful, Kanagi will get you."
For some reason, the three girls shivered for some reason.
"Who is Kanagi?"
Yachiyo frowned, "Kanagi is the boss of the East-"
"Yach-chan is the boss of the West!" Mifuyu added in
"Kanagi is quite territorial and is a very strong magical girl in her own right." Kanae finished.
"So I need to keep an eye out for this Kanagi?" Homura guessed.
Yachiyo put down her mug. "During the day, Kanagi doesn't really mind us going about our day if we head into Daito or Sakae, but at night, she's incredibly territorial and protective of her girls. Even if it's just to pass through, Kanagi does not appreciate trespassers."
Homura nodded, she had met girls like that. But that didn't mean she couldn't just stop time and leap through their territory. But...that sounded awfully troublesome, especially when she had just been offered lodging and rest for the night. Checking in on Madoka could wait till tomorrow.
And so she nodded, "I'll take your offer then. Thank you for having me."
A slight smile broke out on Yachiyo's lips, "You are very welcome. Now, why don't you choose a room and get settled. I'll set the bath and some pajamas. You look to be a bit shorter than me, but similar in figure so some of my old pajamas ought to fit."
An hour later, bathed and in fresh pajamas, Homura lay in a comfortable bed staring up at the wall papered ceiling. So much had happened today. So much had gone wrong. She had heard of Kamihama before, but why was she sent to Kamihama instead of her hospital bed in Mitakihara? Hopefully, tomorrow's trip to Mitakihara would glean some much needed answers.
