Homura Reacts to School, Part 1!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to the return of Homura Reacts Redux! My god, it's been, what, months, since the last update! Well, you're probably going to be waiting another month because at the time of writing I'm actually on a plane to Austria to hang out in a hotel for two weeks to do stuff and of course I have other school projects (and Corrin, Lucina and Weiss Reacts to update for you guys not interested in real life) and so I probably won't have time to update too often! However, I'll endeavour to get stuff done, hence why I'm typing this on a plane, so let's get on with the chapter! I also decided not to do any particular works for reacting to get myself back into the groove of writing this story so I can plan ahead. Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Puella Magi Madoka Magica belongs to Studio SHAFT, otherwise we would have a maid-themed Puella Magi. (Or Mami in a maid outfit. I'll take both.)

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

Two weeks had passed since that fateful first encounter between Homura, Madoka and the rest of the Mitakihara Puella Magi with that phenomena well-known to the world as fanfic, though it felt far longer. Homura had outfitted the Kaname home internet connection with a firewall banning any and all fanfic sites from being visited; this was in place to prevent Madoka from being corrupted by such uncouth and perverted nonsense. This was among other security measures such as installing bars on Madoka's windows or, before Madoka had dissuaded her, sleeping outside with ero

It had totally nothing to do with the fact that people dared to write fics that paired Madoka with Mami, Sayaka or indeed anyone apart from the time-travelling magical girl herself.

Absolutely nothing whatsoever.

Anyway, nothing at all had happened for the last two weeks in the Kaname household, nor indeed in the Miki or Tomoe residences. This was about to change rapidly with one very important event.

This very event threatened to destroy the very validity and reason for Homura Akemi's mission- her very existence, even.

…..

"…Homura! Wake up!" Madoka rapped lightly on Homura's door, her pink hair still cascading down the back of her head in a rough curtain as she stood there in green pajamas. "Homura? Huh. She must still be asleep."

"Madoka, you'd better hurry," Mami sighed, shaking her head as she walked in, already dressed in uniform. "It's getting late. It's almost seven thirty, and we still need to get there!"

The pink-haired girl frowned. "Aww…..but Homura might not wake up in time. She did have a late night last night, after all….and she's been sleeping a while-"
"Oh, she's a big girl, she can handle it!" The older girl shook her head. "Come on, I want to drive you to school!"
Madoka tilted her head worriedly. "Aren't you a little young for that?"
"Age is but a number."

"You don't even look eighteen. How did you even get a license for a motorcycle?"

Mami wagged her finger. "Now, don't you worry your little head about that. Come on, it'll be fun!"

"…..I-I think I'll pass. T-thanks, anyway…." Madoka laughed nervously, remembering the absolute horror on Homura's face the last time Mami had taken her out for a ride on her bike.

'Maybe all that time fighting alone as a magical girl made her go a little crazy….' The pinkette thought to herself, keeping the sentiment to herself in case she made her senpai cry. "Well, can we at least eat first and let me take a shower first?" Madoka gestured down to her pajamas, frowning slightly. "I'm….sorta kinda not ready for school yet…."

The older girl seemed disappointed, but acquiesced. "Do you want me to help you with your hair?" Mami asked, a little too eagerly.

Madoka looked down shiftily, rubbing her foot across the carpeted floor. "Um…I-I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay. I'll wait by the door then," responded Mami, brushing a stray strand of golden hair from her eyes as she and Madoka walked away and parted for the moment.

The moment they left earshot, Homura poked her head out from the ceiling, glaring intensely at the calendar.

"No…..I never thought this day should come," the time-travelling girl uttered, her spare hand clenched as she used her other one to hang off from the ceiling. Homura was already clad in her magical girl garb, her buckler at the ready. "….the day Madoka would return to school."

It was, after all, school that would expose Madoka to such terrible influences such as friends apart from Homura and the other magical girls she barely tolerated and, god forbid, boys or anyone not worthy of the pink-haired girl's presence, lest they fill her mind with corruptive influence.

For Madoka, nothing was acceptable but perfection. Someone else might fail to protect her.

"…..you know you can't stop her forever, right?"

Homura whirled around to face Junko Kaname, the businesswoman's arms crossed and a disapproving look on her face. The magical girl glared at her.

"I am merely doing my best to protect your daughter, Miss Kaname."
"Homura, you are not stopping my daughter from getting an education. We already discussed this; I'm only letting you live under my roof if you stop with the obsessive protection of Madoka," Junko reminded her calmly. "I told you you couldn't after you tried to barricade our front door with sandbags to keep the deliveryman from giving us our groceries."

"He looked suspicious," protested Homura, a defensive look in her eyes. Junko pursed her lips.

"Homura, promise me that you will not prevent Madoka from leaving this house."

"I cannot-"
"Homura Akemi, you will do as I say or you will not live with Madoka and the rest of us any longer."

"Yes, Miss Kaname, I will do exactly as you say," Homura replied almost as quickly as she attempted to vehemently deny her orders.

It was less her distaste for the recent eccentricity Mami had undergone, and more for her desire to protect Madoka- and totally not due to her obsessive love for the pink-haired girl- that she acquiesced.

Junko seemed satisfied, smiling. "Excellent. Well, Homura, I hope you and Madoka have a good day. I have to leave early for work, so if she asks, tell her that. You two take care!"

Waving a hand at her as she turned, the businesswoman left Homura on her own. The time traveller looked away, re-evaluating her plan.

"…..I can't use my usual methods to prevent this catastrophe…" Homura muttered to herself. "….still, Madoka should be delayed by a few minutes."

A surprised squeak from upstairs, followed by Madoka's cry of 'WHY ARE MY UNIFORMS ALL MAID-STYLED?!' informed her that her distraction had succeeded.

Homura, satisfied, turned towards the window, open for her to jump out of. Her eyes narrowed as she realised what course of action she would have to take.

"I have no other choice," she muttered with vehemence in her voice. "…Tomoe has clearly lost it, Momoe is nowhere to be found and Sakura will merely encourage this turn of events. There is only one other person I can appeal to."

The Miki Residence….

"No," Sayaka replied curtly, shaking her head as she tied her neck ribbon and smoothened out her sweater. "I am not telling Madoka that school is full of corruptive influences so she'll stay home."

Homura stared at her incredulously. "Why won't you protect Madoka? She is clearly-"
"Clearly capable of deciding stuff for herself without you babysitting her constantly," the blunette completed for her, before turning towards her bathroom with a scowl. "Kyoko! You are not wearing those shorts to school!"

"What? Why not?!" The red-headed girl called from the bathroom, popping out with her ribbon hanging limply untied from her neck and her uniform ruffled up. The top of a pair of incredibly short shorts could be seen. "It's comfy."

Sayaka rolled her eyes, having heard this many times. "You are not wearing those to school. Wear a proper skirt!"

"Skirts are boring! They always get all breezy when the wind blows and the ones the school make you wear are too short!"

"I swear, I am not living with a teenager, I am raising a child," Sayaka complained, pinching the bridge of her nose before she turned back to Homura. "Anyway, I am not enabling your weird Madoka fetish."
"I do not have a Madoka fetish," The time traveller retorted, glaring at her. Sayaka scoffed in disbelief.

"You don't have a Madoka fetish, then Kyoko isn't a glutton who eats too much."

Kyoko growled at her from the bathroom, her hair now in its usual ponytail with a black ribbon half-tied in it, frowning. "I am a conosir of food, not a glutton! I actually appreciate what I eat."

"It's connoisseur, Kyoko, and if you're going to call yourself something, at least say it in the right context! You'd eat a stick of Rocky off the floor!"

"It would be a waste of good chocolate not to!" The redhead retorted, not especially helping her case. Sayaka sighed, shaking her head.

"You'll never learn, will you?"

Homura cleared her throat loudly. "I have no time to deal with both of you and your asinine bickering. I do not have a Madoka fetish, I merely wish to-"
"Says the girl who ordered, in no particular order, a Madoka body pillow, Madoka stickers, Madoka cakes and even stole some of Madoka's panties," the blue-haired girl replied. "Yes. I totally believe that you have a completely healthy interest in Madoka and definitely not one that involves watching her while she sleeps and counting how long it takes for you to break into her room this time."
"How do you know I-I mean…." The time traveller regained her composure, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. 'No, Homura, do not let Miki's needling get to you. You're better than this. She does not understand what needs to be done to preserve Madoka's innocence.'

"Just give it up!" Sayaka snapped irritably. "Let her go to school. It'll be good for her."

"No it won't!" Kyoko called over, looking irritated as she disdainfully lifted the short uniform skirt. "I went without it pretty okay for two years."
"You're also homeless, a complete slob and you wear nothing but the same hoodie and shorts outside of school. I don't think you're the best role model."

Homura groaned, not wishing to listen to another second of this pointless bickering. "…I have better things to do than listen to you two arguing like married spouses. I'm going."

Sayaka glared at her. "Married spouses?! Where did that come from, huh?"

"What, you don't want me around, Miki?" Her red-haired housemate folded her arms, frowning at her. "You don't want a poor homeless child-"
"You weren't even homeless all that long, now shut up about it!"

'This was pointless. I should've known those two would just bicker instead of being any use,' Homura concluded as she slipped out of Sayaka's bedroom, leaving the two other girls to argue and bicker between themselves.

…..

Back at the Kaname residence…..

"…..this will be necessary for what I need to do," muttered Homura as she pulled a belt of smoke grenades out from a crate she hid underneath her bed. "…blowing up the school would be acceptable, but Madoka wouldn't want me to cause any casualties, so that can't be done. I'll have to go with a less efficient approach."

She closed her eyes, packing several flare guns and tear gas canisters into a leather satchel and locking it closed.

'This is all to protect Madoka,' the magical girl reminded herself. 'This is not disproportionate. Madoka must be protected. Her innocence is paramount.'

"I do not understand this course of action. Is there a Witch that needs to be defeated?"

Homura's pistol slipped into her hand, her finger only being prevented from pulling it by her remembering that Junko had told her 'no guns in the house' or she would be kicked out. Instead, she shot a sharp glare at Kyubey, who was watching her from the corner of the room, tail swishing behind them.

"…no, of course you wouldn't," she retorted, only barely lowering her gun. "Incubator."

Kyubey showed no signs of being offended on their emotionless face. "May I ask why you need so much?"
"It's to protect Madoka. The details are none of your business."

Homura slid her satchel on. She slipped her gun into the space in which she put all of her weapons behind her buckler, preparing to walk out of the room.

Before she did, she stopped to turn back towards Kyubey.

"….do not inform Mami about this."

"I wish to see how this venture concludes," the creature replied with a mere hint of curiosity. "Rest assured I will not inform Miss Tomoe."

The magical girl nodded, turning back towards the door. Breathing in deeply, she opened the door, turning back to her normal form, clad in her school uniform already, looking for all the world as if she was a normal teenager.

"Madoka! I'm ready! Where are you?"

To be continued….

A/N: This is just meant to set the groove for the rest of the fic and give me some time to plan ahead just like Corrin Reacts and the other three Reactsverse fics, as well as check for interest. If this doesn't get enough, I may drop this from the schedule.

Anyway, next time, we'll see exactly WHAT shenanigans Homura plans on executing to protect Madoka! So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, criticisms, thoughts, suggestions and reviews, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!