Homura Reacts to Fanfiction Redux, Part 2!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Homura Reacts Redux! Good god, it's been a while, and I've been stupidly busy for the last few weeks. However, I have been doing a few things to plan how this story will go and tie into the rest of the Reactsverse, and I'd just like to say this; the Antic Order now has their fingers in Mitakihara, so to speak.

Also, I apologise for the late update, but as luck would have it, college work hit me in the face and I basically ended up falling asleep. However, I did complete some of this chapter before I went to sleep, so here it is! With that out of the way, let's get on with the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: Puella Magi Madoka Magica belongs to Studio SHAFT, otherwise Madoka would wear cat ears at least once.

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

The Tomoe Residence….

Mami stepped in, stretching her arms as she yanked her helmet off her head, letting her glorious curls loose. "That feels nice after a long motorcycle ride. Wouldn't you say so too, Homura?"

The time-traveller stumbled in after her elder, her face pale with nausea.

"….b-be quiet, Tomoe." Homura muttered angrily. "I don't think I-I've been closer to dying…"
"Oh, relax. It was just a motorcycle." Mami waved her off dismissively. "We barely even turned that much. Now, if you excuse me, I have a few people to be calling. Kyubey! Grab me the phone, will you?"
Homura tensed at the mention of the Incubator, glaring at Mami. "I thought you evicted him from this house."
"Well, I couldn't exactly let him walk around Mitakihara all willy-nilly, could I?" The older girl retorted, frowning. "Besides-"
"Yes, besides, I know, we stopped magical girls from turning into Witches." Homura replied, clearly having heard this exact response already. "The details are still fuzzy to me how we even managed that."
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." Mami replied casually as Kyubey suddenly sauntered onto the floor near them, phone clasped in mouth.

Homura stared at him. "I see you've housetrained it."
"Him, Homura. Him. He's pretty much the equivalent of a retiree now, he's no threat." The older girl pointed out, smiling as she grabbed the phone. "Thanks."
"Greetings, Miss Akemi and Miss Tomoe." Kyubey looked up, perching up and staring at the former. "…I see there are still feelings of animosity."
"You are a threat to Madoka." Homura stated as bluntly as she could muster, a cold, steely gaze set upon the Incubator. "You are lucky Mami even sees it fit to house you after your crimes."

"If you recall, I am no longer permitted to execute my duty. I do not understand what else you desire of me.

"You are still a threat and so I will treat you like one-"

Mami rolled her eyes, sighing and holding up her palm to signal her fellow Puella Magi to be quiet. "Homura, if you're going to yell at Kyubey every time I invite you over my house, it's no wonder I don't have house parties more often."

"You never have house parties." Homura muttered under her breath.

If her elder had heard her, she hadn't paid attention or had ignored it. "Now, be quiet, I'm going to call everyone. And if you really have to settle your differences with Kyubey, at least have the good sense to shoot him in the bathroom where I can clean the mess from my floor, okay?"

"I would rather not be subjected to more physical abuse. My supply of bodies is not infinite." Kyubey commented, shying away slightly from Homura's fierce glare, which was slowly redirected to Mami.
"Everyone? Why are you bothering Madoka?" The black-haired girl inquired, maintaining her cold stare. "She has other things to do!"

"It's a Saturday morning, Homura. Madoka's not doing anything." The older girl responded, shaking her head. "I swear, sometimes, Homura, you're just entirely hopeless."

"Hopeless? What's that supposed to mean, Mami?"

"Well, with you it's 'Madoka' this and 'I must protect Madoka' that." The older girl remarked, exasperated. "Just marry her already so you can get your sick fantasies over with."
"Sick fantasies?" Homura glared at her intensely. "What are you implying? I would never, ever corrupt Madoka, and I would never imagine whatever you think I do about her."

"I'm just saying, you're about as good at hiding your actual motives for being all protective of Madoka as Kyoko is at being clean." Mami shrugged, typing away into her phone. "…..is Madoka doing anything right now?"

"…no." The time traveller admitted quietly, looking away.

"Alright! It'll be fun! A nice little house party!" Mami commented, sounding a little too enthusiastic.

Half an hour later….

Sayaka and Kyoko were the first to arrive, with the former shooting Homura a glare. She still remembered their exchange earlier, and hadn't forgotten about what had happened yet.

"You owe me a new door." The blunette muttered. Mami raised an eyebrow at that, curious.

"Homura, what did you do to her door?"
"…..you don't need to know. And that door wasn't that badly damaged, Miki."
"You literally blew it off its hinges, you idiot!" Sayaka snapped angrily. "How is that not badly damaged?"
"Like I said." Kyoko shrugged, gnawing on another Pocky stick. "Homura has frustration issues."
"Frustration issues? What's that supposed to mean?"

Mami sighed, holding her hands up. "Alright, alright. Nagisa couldn't come, and Madoka can just join us later. So, uh, take a seat, guys, and help yourself to some cake!"

Sayaka chuckled, smiling at her friend's hospitality. "Awww. You didn't have t-"

"Where is it?!" Kyoko roughly shoved her aside, sniffing around for the aforementioned cake hungrily. "Mami, where is it?!"

"So spoiled. You just ate breakfast, Kyoko!"

"I don't care. There's cake to be had."

Homura grumbled. "Glutton…..Mami, are you going to explain what we're here for?"
"Ah. Right. Got a little caught up in the shenanigans. Anyway." The girl pushed one of her curls out of her eyes, smiling. "Well….I've been made aware that some of you don't know what fanfiction is."
"I'm the only person here who knows what that is." Sayaka corrected her, giving looks to Kyoko and Homura. "I mean, Homura blew my door off over it, so I'll assume she has no idea."

Madoka strolled in through the open door, waving at everyone. "Hi! Uh…..Mami, why are we all here?"
"I decided to call a group meeting!" Her elder declared proudly.

"…..did it have to be in your apartment? You live on the other side of town from us…." Madoka noted, frowning.

Kyoko rolled her eyes. "It's because Mami's turned into a crazy cat lady without us."
"I'm not a cat lady, Kyoko. Unless Kyubey's a cat now. Anyway! I digress.

So, as you're all aware, we have fans."

"…..actually, I was not aware of this." Homura responded harshly. "When did we get fans? How were we seen?"

"Literally, the first thing you get when you look up 'Madoka Kaname' on Google is her page on the wiki they made about the anime about us." The blonde girl explained. "The second thing you get is her old YourSpace page…."

"T-that's still up?! I thought I deleted that!" Madoka cried, looking horrified. The pinkette turned away, blushing. Homura made a mental note to track down the SpaceBook servers closest to Mitakihara.

"Well, the third thing is a page about someone called 'Aoi Yuuki'. Never heard of her." Mami mused. "Anyway, yes. There is anime about us. Pretty well-made. I think I should show you guys sometime.

I think I've told you guys this already, but that anime has a ton of fans, and those fans write stories about us. That's what we call fanfiction."

"Sweet. I have admirers." Kyoko remarked, laughing and kicking back in the nearest chair. "So when can I expect the next load of chocolates? Is that a thing they still do?"

"…admirers?" Homura looked up, her hands clenching. "Where are these admirers?"

Madoka frowned. "….H-Homura, you're….um…you look a little angry."
"Don't worry, we're not going to get mobbed. Besides, if we have an anime about us, do you really think they'll think we're actual people?" Mami pointed out. "Not what I'm here to do, anyway.

I'm going to whip you guys into living like normal people!"

"…eh?" Sayaka raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying, I don't live like a normal person?"

"Well, let's see." Kyoko looked around. "Madoka lives like a shut-in and is hopelessly naive. Homura's a stalker who spends her time rooting through Madoka's panties and is the reason Madoka's a shut-in."

The time-traveller glared at her for that comment. It was entirely necessary to place cameras in Madoka's undergarment cabinet. One never knew what kind of pervert could root through her stuff for something to do indecent things to.

"…..Mami's basically a crazy cat lady, and…Sayaka's still hung up on some random guy who doesn't like her that much anyway."

"Kyousuke is not some random guy! And he likes me plenty….." The blunette protested weakly.

Her redheaded companion groaned. "Excellent. So Sayaka's the normal one out of us."

"I-I'm not normal?" Madoka frowned. "What's wrong with me?"
Homura instantly gave Kyoko a cold glare. "Take that back."
Mami loudly cleared her throat. "Everyone. I'm trying to explain something to you. Anyway, yes, we have stories about us, and I'd like to introduce you to them!"

She quickly yanked her laptop from the nearby table and opened it up, quickly opening her bookmarks page.

Sayaka tilted her head. "….how many fanfics did you bookmark?!"
"Oh, just the fun ones." Mami waved her off, shrugging as she continued selecting from her collection. "Ahaha…here's a good one."

She turned the screen to face the other four girls, smiling. "This is a pretty nice one, I think."

Minutes later….

"…..is that….me?" Kyoko tilted her head, confused. "…and is that…"

Sayaka turned red, turning away from the screen and hiding her face. "T-that's me…..a-and that's your….f-finger…."

The redhead's eyes widened in horror, before turning to her upperclassman to snap at her. "W-what is this, T-Tomoe?! A-are you trying to give us heart attacks?!"

Madoka's eyes were covered by Homura, who was busy glaring at Mami. "H-huh?! Sayaka, why do you sound so embarrassed? H-Homura, c-can you take your hands off my face?"
"You cannot be corrupted by this indecency. You may read it when you are thirty."
"T-thirty!?"

The story, firstly, indeed featured Kyoko and Sayaka. Specifically, it featured them as newlyweds having gone on a honeymoon paid for by Mami's inheritance out of the goodness of the latter's heart. Secondly, they were written to be very happy about being married; exceedingly happy.

So much so, that the first moment they got to themselves, they began to engage in acts that would make even the most experienced serial Romeo blush; rather explicit ones, to boot.

Mami sighed happily. "Exquisite. I quite like that one."

"Y-you dirty perv!" Kyoko snapped, glaring at her. "What d-did you have that saved up for?!"

"Cake, Kyoko?" The blonde girl picked up a plate of strawberry cake, smiling. Kyoko immediately grabbed it, her fury forgotten.
"Thank you very much."

Sayaka stared at her in horror. "W-what was that?! Did you just forget what Mami-"
"Shut up, Miki, trying to enjoy some cake here….."

Homura's own glare had not faded. "I hope that is the only fic you had in mind."
"Nope!" Mami responded cheerily. "There's more!"

The blunette put her head in her hands. "Oh, please tell me there isn't more! Who would even write something like that anyway?!"

"He seems like a good writer."

"S-shut up, Mami, your opinion of good writing is clearly wrong!" Sayaka cried.

…..

The next one featured Madoka this time, with Kyubey.

Thankfully for everyone's sanity, it did not involve any indecent acts. This time, it involved Madoka simply comforting Kyubey- the premise being that Kyubey had realised the magnitude of the damage he'd caused to the Puella Magi, causing him to retire in horror- and taking him in as a member of her household.

Homura's fist tensed. "That fic is completely inaccurate. Madoka would never sympathise with that creature."

"…awww….." Madoka frowned. "I feel sorry for Kyubey now….."
"I do not comprehend." The incubator chimed in, tilting his head at the screen. "I do not understand this idea of 'regret', though I know that humans experience it often when perpetrating actions that are often undesirable or unpalatable to their mental construct of conscience."

Mami tapped her chin, thinking carefully. "I dunno. It fits you."

Kyubey blinked, his expression unchanging as usual. "You have a strange idea of what fits fictional narratives, Mami."

Kyoko frowned. "Eh. Throw the rat out. Why haven't you?"

"Like I told Homura, it'd be pretty weird to have this guy walking around Mitakihara." The upperclassman pointed out, exasperated. "If you want me to do it, then you'd better be prepared to have a spate of little children running away from the weird bunnycat stalking them."

"They'd probably kidnap it and take it into their house anyway…." Kyoko retorted, but accepted her reasoning and returned to eating her cake.

Kyubey swished his tail around lightly. "It seems none of you understand the concept of, as you humans put it, 'keeping things on the down-low'."
The pinkette chuckled. "D-did Kyubey just say 'down-low'?"

"Did Kyubey just try to speak like a human?" Kyoko tilted her head. "Are you sure you're perfectly fine?"
"…a diagnostic may be in order, if my attempt at assimilating into human culture was so received." The incubator mused flatly, resuming his silence.

Sayaka folded her arms, staring at Mami. "Hey, what about you? You're awfully eager to show fics about the rest of us, but none about yourself."

"There's no fics that portray me in a good way." The blonde girl complained, frowning. Sayaka, however, refused to accept her excuse.

"Nope, it's your turn on the saddle!"

Before Mami could stop her, the blunette grabbed the laptop, immediately searching up Mami's name to see if it showed up on any fics.

"Found one! Clicking the first one!" Sayaka called out, as Kyoko leapt to her side, with Madoka following behind.

"What is it?" Madoka inquired, tilting her head. Sayaka snickered.

"Ohohohohoho…."

…..

The third fic they'd found that day was about Mami and Madoka, together. Specifically, doing the exact same things Kyoko and Sayaka were doing in the first fics.

Mami blushed instantly, looking away. "U-um…."

Madoka tilted her head, trying to get a closer look before Homura closed her eyes again. "H-Homura!"

"This is indecent work and should be destroyed." The time-traveller declared vehemently.

Kyoko smirked. "What, Mami, can't handle your own medicine?"

"…s-so….." Mami's mouth hung open, staring at the screen in shock.

The pinkette flailed. "W-why does Mami sound scared? H-Homura?!"

"I'll tell you when you're thirty."
"E-eh?!"

Kyubey shook his head.

"I do not understand humans sometimes."

END

A/N: Well, well. Poor Mami. Eh. C'est la vie.

Next chapter, Homura Reacts to Crack Pairings! Hoo boy.

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, criticisms, reviews, suggestions and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until-STINGER TIME

Meanwhile, elsewhere….

"Interesting."

"…..yes. Miss Tomoe has much to learn about the art of antics."

"Her reaction to it being turned on her is disappointing."

"Forget that, Renny! Antics aren't meant to be turned on pranksters!"

"…..patience, my fellows." The man announced, pointing at the camera feed into Mami's apartment, watching the Puella Magi group screwing around. "….patience."

He held up a file, labelled 'Mami Tomoe, Antic Initiate', and placed it down on the table in front of them.

"Miss Tomoe has much to learn, as a new member of the Antic Order. She will learn, in time.

For now, let's keep an eye on her….and see if we can recruit that Homura girl. She looks fun."

END