Demon Homura laughed boisterously. She has actually done it. For all the years that passed, she has finally done it. Goddess Madoka's hands were locked together with the red ribbon the demon always liked. For the pleading that kept the goddess going on for, the demon just hugs her from behind, cherishing her for as long as they exist.

Homura opened her eyes in shock, letting her realize she was in the classroom after lunchtime. 'Did I just fall asleep?' She thought of it herself and it seemed to be so. Sighing, she decided to fix herself at this point, while she finds her glasses.

The female junior student council member that Homura talked to one day had a concerned face while walking to Homura who was just wearing her glasses. She finally got to where Homura was sat. "Akemi-san... We have a situation."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"Well..." The junior student was about to start when a groan of pain sounded in the hallway, and Homura what it might mean.

The Japanese-Portuguese teen was pinned to the wall just before one male student came to him and punched his stomach a few times. The other students around them cheered on to whoever might win. Then... Alan pushed his male student opponent before he got into a defensive boxing stance. He then charged forward, before the opponent used his elbow as a cheating move. Alan did what another thing cheaper than using an elbow and kicked the opponent between his own legs.

Homura's jaw dropped at this and saw the male student go down, as she realized who it was. He's a club representative who's more opposed of foreigners residing anywhere in school, or in town at all. That's what she first thought. Now... She had to be sure. 'Damn it... This isn't good...'

"What is going on here?!" The male principal got the students a bit spooked and they left one by one to just avoid the conversation he might have with the two fighters. He even saw the club representative down holding his crotch on the ground, and Alan himself standing. "What in the world is going on here?! I do not tolerate any fights in the school, yet you...!" He was stopped with a student council president concerned. "Ms. Akemi, do you have anything to say about this?"

"I'll be speaking to them myself about this, Mr. Principal. It won't be anyone else's problem."

"Do you know the problem?"

"I believe so. I've had this feeling for a while now, so there's no need to press anything against them. Though... I do want to speak about something in regards to this."

"Oh? Shall we talk in my office then?"

"I'll join you, sir." Homura then saw the principal nod and leave without another word, before she turned towards the two males while the club representative was just getting up. "You two are gonna wait for me at my desk in the Student Council room. Understood?"

And in 15 minutes, Homura was at her desk while the two male teens were seated in front of it.

The club representative started. "Senpai, I don't know what I'm brought here for. Honestly, Mr. Medeiros over here assaulted me. I didn't have anything else to do but defend myself. Do I have any fault at this? Please... I need to consider my position here as club representative."

"You can." Homura then browsed in her desk before she took out answer sheet papers, then brought it out for them to see. "You can do that after you explain to me why Mr. Alan's papers submitted to the teacher were forged. I did a little investigation myself and the teacher told me it was a little different. Alan's handwriting is usually cursive on the name. But you put your best effort at it. But you aren't that good with your cursive, which I always know when I have you fill out forms. What's more is, you made it look like he started it, but you actually fisted his lower back even before he got pissed off."

The club representative was shocked of this. "Wait... Umm..."

"Effective immediately, while you're supposed to be a model but failed in showing you have the discipline to control your temper, you are hereby dismissed from your position as the junior History Club representative. This is one mistake you shouldn't have done."

"Wait... You can't! Only the principal has that power!"

"Then consider him notified, since he wanted me to tell you himself." Homura glared at the male rep's eyes. "You should know the history club is getting those notification letters about your dismissal. It's a good thing you didn't get in trouble, with only THIS as the alternative. You're a good student, still."

"And you're just in cahoots with the principal who allowed him to be transferred here in the first place." The former club rep angrily stood up from his seat and just left.

Homura didn't stop the teen and looked at Alan. "Are you okay?"

Even Alan didn't know what to think of it. "How fast were you in doing everything? I doubt that it's 15 minutes you talked to the principal, investigated the papers, and even got some witnesses to confirm something he did."

Homura smirked at him. "Tonight will be the very time I show you why."

"Is it related to time?"

"You're catching up. That's impressive... quite."

"Quite? Well give me a break. You broke into my home."

"I didn't break in. You let me in, and I beat you, and lucky it's not into a pulp. What's your weakness? The opposite sex?"

"Wait, what? Come on, Akemi. I wouldn't..."

"Just take this." Homura then gave him a small note. "It's a place you might recognize. Meet me there, and we'll get things over with."

"Oh... Okay. I guess I'll see you there. Thanks?" But he didn't expect an answer as he stood up and left the room.

Homura was alone, again. 'Things would have been different if Alan was the one who was thought as wrong. I know what's right, and it cannot be overruled.'

Later, Homura was leaving the school at the end of the day. Little did she know pictures were taken by a mysterious figure from afar with a digital camera from a distance...