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Chapter 4: New Friends?


One month later

Homura peered into the room. It was very spacious, with a variety of odds, ends, and furniture decorating the room. On one corner, a screen divided what must be the adjusting center.

"Ah, are you a customer?"

Homura spun around to find a silver haired young woman standing behind her. She seems to be a bit older than her and had a sense of grace and elegance to her.

"Oh, I was just checking the place out." Homura objected, weary of the odd girl.

"I see!" The woman clasped her hands together, "I am Mitama Yakumo, magical girl coordinator."

Homura raised her brow. "Coordinator?"

Mitama chuckled, "Oh, could it be you haven't heard of us before?"

She took a seat on a chair and gestured for Homura to a couch opposite of her.

"A Coordinator is a neutral party that provides services to magical girl communities in the form of adjusting as well as an objective arbitrator." Mitama explained, calmly reaching into her bag.

"Adjusting?"

Mitama pulled out a small notebook, "Yes, adjusting. You're an experienced magical girl. Have you ever felt that your magic potential was...lacking? Or, there should be more that you can put out?"

Homura considered the idea. In previous timelines, she had felt like she could have pushed her abilities farther but hit a wall at some point, just around the time she began to augment her abilities with rifles and conventional weaponry. So a Coordinator could fix that?

"Yes..." Homura nodded slowly.

"Well," Mitama continued, "When a coordinator adjusts your soul gem, we can break through those walls and help you fully unlock your magical potential. On top of that, we are fully qualified doctors and field medics, able to enhance your healing processes temporarily should your injuries go beyond what your normal healing can handle. All we ask in exchange is a grief seed."

Homura's eyes narrowed, "A grief seed?"

Mitama gave Homura a look. "Unfortunately while I am a fully capable medic, adjuster, and coordinator, my combat skills...are not the traditional type capable of hunting witches. Thus I offer my services in exchange for grief seeds to keep my topped off."

Homura sighed, "I see." That was concerning. A magical girl who couldn't hunt witches? That was almost unheard of.

Mitama clapsed her hands together. "How about I give you a free sample if you would? Take it as...a gift to promote my services here in Kamihama."

Well, if she insisted. Homura nodded. "What do I have to do?"

Mitama opened up her notebook, "let's see here... 'congratulations you have your first client, now tell them to take off their clothes, put them into the basket, and lie on the table'."

Homura rolled her eyes, but reached for the hem of her uniform, glancing around to make sure there weren't any other peepers.

Mitama watched with avid fascination as the black haired beauty peeled off her clothing, one piece at a time until she was in her undergarments. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

Homura glared, "I've done work as a model, get to the point." She shot back, moving to the table.

Mitama conferred with her notebook, "alright, have the client lay on the table, inform the client that the stripping was a joke-"

"What?" Homura shot back, jerking up from her leaning posture.

Mitama chucked, "oh my, it appears that whoever wrote these instructions had a sense of humor. I'm adjusting your soul gem dear, clothes are irrelevant."

Homura grabbed her uniform shirt and covered herself as she glared back. "It wasn't funny."

"Maybe it wasn't. But it was quite the show. Now, back to business. Your soul gem?"

Homura hesitated but held it out slowly.

Mitama put her hands around the gem and closed her eyes. Homura felt an odd feeling begin to emanate around her gem before a sharp magic intruded into her soul.


Homura opened her eyes after what felt like an eternity. The silver haired woman still had her eyes closed and her brow was furrowed deep in concentration. When she finally opened her eyes, her eyes were glazed over and in deep concern.

"So, a time traveler?"

In an instant, the silver barrel of her Eagle was leveled at the girl's head.

The woman didn't even flinch. "Oh don't worry, I respect full patient confidentiality! Your secrets are safe with me."

Homura's gun didn't budge. "Still…how can I trust you?"

Mitama's eyes remained steady as she slowly placed her hand on Homura's wrist. "As a fully neutral party, it is my sworn duty to maintain peace and be an impartial arbitrator. A Coordinator should never break those rules. So your wish, your secrets, and your oath is your own business and none of mine. If you ever wish to discuss these things with me, then I will do what I can to support you, but my duty and charter has me serve as a neutral and unbiased coordinator."

Homura considered it before slowly lowered her pistol. "Right then…"

"So, do you feel anything different?"

Homura paused before focusing her magic. Sure enough, she felt a bit lighter, and her magic seemed to flow slightly more efficiently. She turned back to the woman, "Actually yes."

"That's good to hear. Now I didn't adjust too much, your body can't handle a lot of adjustment at a time, but be sure to keep coming to me every couple of weeks and I'll keep growing your magic potential."

"Assuming I keep paying you?"

Mitama smiled, "Why of course! I'm a single little 15 year old coordinator! I need to pay my bills after all!"

Homura froze, "Wait you're only 15?"

They were the same age!?


A few weeks later

Homura raced through the streets, her senses alert and honing in on the faint magical signature before her. She had been at a modeling gig when she had gotten a text message that Mami was coming into Kamihama for their weekly training. But after checking her phone's gps, she realized that Mami was coming into Kamihama from the Daito side rather than the Shinsei side. Mami didn't know that girls weren't supposed to tresspasss into Daito side.

And so here she was, running through Daito as quickly as she could, hoping to intercept Mami before she ended up in some squabble with the Daito faction.

When she arrived at the scene, Homura realized she was too late. Mami was slumped on the ground of a roof top, her face a mixture of terror and fear. Standing over her, riding crop in hand, a petite white clad figure pressed her boot into the blonde's rear end.

"So, are you ready to talk yet?" She asked in a soft but cool voice.

Mami shuddered but shook her head. "I will not betray my sensei!"

The white haired girl frowned, but her frown quickly broke into a smirk. "Oh? I like girls who have loyalty, it's a good quality to have. But," she pressed the heel of her boot into Mami's rear, causing her to moan, "That's not going to help you here."

"That's enough." Homura interjected.

Kanagi looked up to see the black haired girl. "Oh?"

It wasn't the first time Homura had encountered the white haired "boss of the East". Working with Yachiyo for the better part of six months now meant that run ins with Kanagi were inevitable. Some girl in Shinsei or Daito would cross the line and Yachiyo or Kanagi would have to apologize and offer compensation for their mishap. Homura had at first been surprised by the girl's short stature, but after seeing the girl weave in and out of attacks with speed and finesse before retaliating with the force equivalent to a speeding truck, the boss had immediately earned Homura's respect.

Kanagi gestured to the squirming blonde beneath her heel, "I'm guessing you're her sensei?"

Homura bowed, "I apologize profusely for any problems she's caused."

Kanagi nodded, "Apology accepted. Don't worry, it wasn't that bad. I did approach her out of the blue and she got defensive."

She lifted her boot off of her rear, "Still, she's got potential. You taught her how to make those muskets of hers?"

Homura grimaced. Yes, she had shown Mami how to make those muskets, but only because the previous Mami had taught her how to make them. So it technically wasn't her technique. "Something like that."

Kanagi nodded, "I got that much. She's definitely on her way to being a force to be reckoned with. A pity you got to her before I did. You can go now."

Mami imeediately scrambled up and fell at Homura's feet. "Homura sensei, I'm so sorry! I failed you. I wasn't able to live up to your expectations!"

Homura sighed, "Don't worry too much. Kanagi is the boss of the East for a reason. Did she hurt you much?"

Mami shook her head, "Nothing I can't heal. Though..."

Homura raised her brow. "What?"

Mami blushed as she gazed at the floor.

Homura peered back to Kanagi with her riding whip and her boots...oh...

Homura turned back to Mami, "Did she...do anything inappropriate to you?"

Mami shuddered, "No...not at all! It just…it just…she's so…formidable…"

Homura glared at Kanagi. "What did you do to her?"

"She was cute and was resisting my questions. So I got...persuasive."

Homura frowned. But Mami was still rambling, "She didn't actually hurt me…it was more like…utterly embarrassing and humiliating. To be treated in such a manner…"

Homura sighed. "Is this what you do with all your Daito girls?"

Kanagi chuckled, "of course not. I treat every magical girl with respect and dignity."

Homura's eyes narrowed.

"Just the special ones that come around do I…play around with."

Homura sighed, "alright, let's go Mami."

Kanagi waved a farewell. "Take care time stopper!"

A shiver ran up Homura's back. She glared at Mami who shook her head. "I never said anything!"

"I apologize. While interrogating her, I was curious, so I took a look into her head. That's how I figured out you trained her." Kanagi explained.

That's right. Yachiyo mentioned that Kanagi can read minds. And since Mami wasn't exactly the most mentally resistant individual, Kanagi reading Mami's memories shouldn't be a surprise. But still, there were a few more people who knew that she could stop time than she liked.

Kanagi smirked, "Don't worry, we won't have a problem as long as Yachiyo keeps her girls in line."

Homura sighed, "Let's go Mami."

Kamihama was becoming more and more annoying just it continued to grow on her as well.


Note:
Homura discovers that having magical girls who can read memories and minds are...problematic at best.