AN: Rebellion-like mentions that are sort of like spoilers. Somewhat, but not really... I think... hm.
Lately, staying inside their room while waiting for Madoka has been leaving her restless. There's stirrings of previously dormant thoughts and memories in her mind, and those are pushed down even as her body itches to move around. To offset it, she has started taking long walks outside, in the private garden.
The garden, that she and Madoka claim as their own.
It had started out very simple: a small patch of land with a few flowers here and there.
Filled with common things that served as brief, colourful reminders.
Roses, and lilies, and orchids. Daisies, and dandelions, and recognizable things created on small whims.
Nostalgia for spring, had brought in a row of Cherry Blossom trees that are now in constant bloom.
And slowly, as this eternity became home, the small garden grew.
Sometimes, Madoka would return from her trips, a flower in her hand, or a smile on her lips.
And the garden she's currently walking in, is now a sprawling maze with interlocking pathways that blend and bleed into different seasons.
Today though.
Today is different.
She knows that Madoka is back; their connection extends as deep and as far as the worlds and timelines that Madoka can traverse.
A Goddess still has her duties however, and only when that is done, will Madoka finally come looking for her.
Today though, she is the one searching: Madoka is in the garden, she knows that.
But today, Madoka is calling for her.
Her footsteps are light as she crosses over the red bridge that arches across the lake. A glance to the side, and she can see that the surface of the water is covered with floating cherry blossoms, dyeing it with a soft pink. She watches as they slowly disappear, and like clockwork, more fall to take their place; it's an endless rain of cascading petals.
More walking, past the miniature zen garden, where one large rock is stacked in the middle, surrounded by fine, white sand with concise lines etched around it.
She'll try a new pattern soon.
But not today.
She continues onto the cobbled stone path lined with grey to rust coloured rocks, glazed to sparkle in the sunlight.
Spring is here, and if she follows this familiar walkway, the very end will lead to a large clearing. A place, where her own stage sits, where sometimes, the emotions she has buried deep within, are set free.
But today, is not one of those days.
She veers off, turning from the path made of stone to one made of compacted dirt. The surroundings here, slowly start heating up the further she ventures in.
Summer is here, where cosmos, sunflowers, and morning glories grow; the sight of them almost makes her nostalgic.
This is a section she rarely heads down, simply because she prefers the other seasons to this one.
But, she has a reason to head this way today, feeling that tug as Madoka calls out to her.
It takes a while, and she passes by a field filled with wild grown flowers that she can't place, until she finally finds her.
Sitting in front of a sizable cleared patch of dirt.
A pile of green, prickly, branch-like plants to one side.
Gardening tools, large dowels, and a few sheets of wood on the other.
Madoka turns around with a smile on her face, and a small trowel in her hands. "Homura-chan."
Homura nods in greeting, feet already moving to join her.
Once in front of her, she kneels and takes a seat.
"Welcome back, Madoka," she says, moving close.
Madoka's smile widens, as she leans into the kiss. "I'm back, Homura-chan."
Homura pulls away and glances around, eyes curious; it's the first time she has actually seen Madoka manually gardening.
"What are you doing?" she asks, watching as Madoka starts digging through the dirt once more.
"I'm building a home for them," she replies, hands still moving.
"Mm." Homura falls into silence, and there's only the sound of metal scratching into the ground.
After a moment, Madoka turns to her, smile still on her lips. "Are you just going to watch me the whole time?"
"Isn't that why you called me over?" Homura asks, tilting her head slightly.
Madoka grins, leaning close once more.
"Well, I don't really mind," she tells her when she eventually pulls away.
Homura nods, eyes flickering over to the strange, green plants. "Are they special?"
"You could say that."
Madoka's voice is tinged with something—and if Homura had been the same as when she had first arrived, it would've fueled her desire to do something.
Instead, she reaches for one of the tools and moves over, until she's sitting right next to Madoka.
"I'll help," she volunteers.
Another smile. "Thank you, Homura-chan."
/
It's slow progress, and they're not even a quarter done when Madoka is being called away.
Sensing her hesitance, Homura turns to her. "Did you want me to wait until you come back?"
"Mm." Madoka's no doubt calculating the time it'll take to get everything planted. "Hm, maybe..."
Homura knows what's she's thinking. "I'll wait. Have a safe trip, Madoka."
Another kiss. "Thank you, Homura-chan. I'll be back soon."
She nods, watching as Madoka vanishes.
When all that's left of her is her lingering presence and that timeless bond they share, Homura turns her attention to the strange plants.
Her hand reaches out, a finger extended as it gently pokes one of the many prickly spikes that surround it.
\
She's resting in a small gazebo further down when Madoka returns.
"Did you get sleepy?" Madoka teases, hands running through her hair as lavender opens to peer at her.
"It's nice and warm here," she replies, voice drowsy.
Madoka nods, leaning down for their usual greeting.
"Welcome back, Madoka."
"I'm back, Homura-chan."
Her eyes blink sleepily. "Did you want to join me?"
"Mm. It's tempting."
Homura holds out her arms.
"...How can I say no to that...?"
/
It takes them a while, until the dirt is prepped, to set up the supports, and to build the small structure for shade.
Homura stares, watching as Madoka gathers each plant in her bare hands. She carefully places them into the dirt, tying them to the upright wooden dowels for added support.
There's a whole row of them when she's done, and it's the strangest sight so far in this garden.
"What are these called, Madoka?" Homura asks.
Madoka smiles mysteriously. "It's a secret."
It's a surprising response, and Madoka grins, moving closer.
"Don't pout; you'll find out soon enough."
"...I'm not pouting," she insists.
A hand, covered in dirt, reaches to cup her face. "I promise, you'll find out soon."
There's something in Madoka's voice again, and this time, Homura nods. "I'll wait."
Another smile. "Thank you, Homura-chan."
\
Madoka is gone again, and after a brief check up on the strange plants in the garden, she's making her way towards the kitchens.
It's been a while since she has visited, and as long as she shows her face occasionally, the others leave her alone.
Relatively.
There's a chatter of voices the closer she gets, and the sight of her walking down the main hallway has some of the girls staring.
Lavender behind those red framed glasses of hers glances their way, and like always, they duck their heads, shy.
It's a strange reaction, and she has yet to get used to it, but the few that continue watching, their stares always makes her feel like she's on display.
It reminds her of those times when she walks with Madoka, except those are far worse; she has heard some of the rumors whispered through the grapevine.
She quickly increases her pace, heading through the doorway to the master kitchen once she's there.
Individual cooking stations are set up in rows here, reminiscent of cooking classes in school, or so she has heard from Madoka. Large shelves, stocked with anything and everything needed in a kitchen line one of the far walls.
Sinks are located in between each station, racks of spices and herbs on another wall, and a large walk-in refrigerator is located in the very back.
As always, the kitchen is bustling as many girls work together on prepping their meals. Those telltale sounds as knives hit the cutting board at a steady rhythm, dishware clattering, silverware clanging against ceramic.
In the midst of unfamiliar faces, she finally spots Mami in the crowd.
There's a large bowl in front of her, a knife in her hand as she works through various vegetables with ease.
Her usual smile is on her face, and her attention is half divided on the individual next to her. Homura doesn't remember her name, but her face is vaguely familiar.
She's heading towards Mami's station when the murmurs in the room slowly grow in volume: someone has noticed her entrance and that information is spreading like a wildfire down the rows.
Mami finally looks up when she hears that nickname whispered in the air. Her smile widens when she spots Homura walking towards her.
Her knife is lowered, and she quickly wipes her hands on a nearby dishcloth.
If Homura is disturbed by how the noises have suddenly cut off, she ignores it as she approaches Mami.
"Homura, what a pleasant surprise." Her smile is warm and friendly.
Homura nods. "Tomoe Mami." Her voice is quiet, but the cease in activity makes it seem louder than usual.
Mami sighs, even though the smile remains on her face. "When will you stop calling me that?"
Homura briefly glances away.
"Well, keep on working on that," Mami says, drawing back her attention. "Now, to what do we owe the presence of the Goddess's wife in our humble kitchens?"
The amused toned in Mami's voice has Homura sighing softly; she still can't really get used to that nickname.
"I'm just doing my rounds," she answers. "I was hoping Sakura Kyouko would be here as well."
"Ah," Mami smiles. "Kyouko is with the younger girls. I believe Sayaka may be helping her."
"I see."
Homura glances to the side, where she can see a few bolder girls starting to approach her.
Mami watches with amusement as one of them finally breaks away from the pack, stuttering and exchanging a few words with the infamous 'Goddess's wife.'
Soon, there are samples pressed into Homura's hands as they ask for her opinions on their dishes.
She has no idea why they seem so eager for her to try them, and why some of them squeal when she accepts their food.
But she humors them, stopping when her stomach is full.
"I apologize," she tells them, holding out a hand. "I'm afraid I'm at my limit."
There are a few gasps and more than a few grumbles.
Mami smiles, quickly coming to her rescue. "Now, now, girls. You know the Goddess's wife has a weak stomach." Homura sighs at this: another rumour. "You can wrap up your food, and she'll be able to eat them later."
They scramble to do so, already knowing that she will be leaving the kitchens soon.
Like always, there's boxes for her to take back.
Mami claps once. "Now, who would like to volunteer to help carry this over to the Goddess's room?"
Homura gives Mami a small nod, alerting her of her actions, before she slips away once the lottery starts to determine who will be the delivery girls.
She has no idea why she's so popular here, and it's not the first time she wonders how Madoka deals with it.
/
A relaxed pace through the hallways with her pointedly ignoring more whispers and stares. She's making her way towards the West Wing, where there are large rooms that are used both for classes and presentations.
These are the places that the younger girls usually occupied, sometimes learning, sometimes doing activities with the older girls.
Like the kitchens, there are the sounds of chattering voices the closer she gets, but it's louder, and the atmosphere is lot less subdued.
When she steps inside, there's a flurry of activity all around. Coloured paper, scissors, paint, even glitter is scattered on all the desks; they seem to be in the middle of making something.
She's searching for red or blue when there's a loud shout in front of her.
She blinks as a younger girl points.
"It's the Goddess's wife!"
Like in the kitchens, the noises suddenly stop, but this time, everyone quickly tries to hide what they're doing.
There's an arm thrown around her shoulder, and she jumps at the contact. She turns to face Kyouko, who gives her a grin; even after all this time, she still can't used to Kyouko's brashness.
"We're a bit busy today," Kyouko tells her, steering her towards the exit. "And, uhm. They're working on something. So... could you come back later?"
She should be offended, really, but she merely nods in acceptance; seems like everyone is holding a secret these days.
Kyouko pushes her out the entrance. She briefly glances back to see her waving.
She brightens, though it doesn't show on her face; she doesn't mind not having to spend time here.
\
She's in the gardens, staring at the strange plants when Madoka returns.
Arms slip around her waist as Madoka holds her close. "There's a bunch of food in our room. Did you visit the kitchens again?"
Homura nods, turning around to greet her. "Yes. Welcome back, Madoka."
Madoka presses a kiss to her lips. "I'm back, Homura-chan. There's no way we'll be able to eat all of that... You should be firmer with the girls."
Homura sighs, leaning against her. "I still don't understand why they want me to eat it... wouldn't it be better to offer the food to Sakura Kyouko...?"
Madoka grins. "Kyouko eats everything. She's... well, she's the equivalent of a garbage disposal; it means nothing since she'll eat food whether it's good or bad. Whereas you, my dear Homura-chan, rarely eat anything that's cooked by one of the other girls... Not to mention the fact that you're my wife. Imagine the bragging rights for that!"
Homura ignores the teasing lilt; Madoka really enjoys that nickname for her.
"...The younger ones were making something," Homura tells her, closing her eyes as she rests her head against Madoka's shoulder.
"Really? What were they making?"
"No idea," Homura mumbles. "They kicked me out before I could really look."
Madoka laughs. "They kicked you out?"
"Someone pointed to me, and everything stopped."
Another laugh. "That makes me curious. Makes me want to pay a visit."
"Mm."
"But, I already promised them I wouldn't."
Homura opens her eyes, pushing away slightly to look up at Madoka. "They told you to stay away?"
Madoka nods, a grin on her face. "Usually you voluntarily stay away, so I didn't think I needed to warn you."
"...Suspicious."
Madoka places a kiss to her forehead. "Don't pout."
"...I'm not pouting."
"Mmhmm." Madoka continues to hold her, eyes staring over her shoulder to the plants in front. "They seem to be doing very well," she says suddenly.
Not letting go, Homura turns slightly to glance over. The green, branch-like structures of the plant are starting to wrap around the dowels, following them as they grow upwards in a haphazard manner.
She's curious, and there's a large library filled with books she can browse through to figure out what they are.
But, she sticks to Madoka's wishes, and will wait for her.
"The continuous sunlight should make it bloom earlier," Madoka says softly. "It usually happens in the summer, so I hope I timed it correctly."
Homura stares; there are no flower buds as far as she can see.
Already sensing her confusion, Madoka smiles, pressing a kiss to her neck. "You'll see soon, Homura-chan."
She nods in acceptance.
"Alright, shall we return back to our room to eat?" Madoka asks. "Because, apparently, one of us has an appetite comparable to Kyouko's, and it's definitely not me."
Madoka moves her arms, until her hands are squeezing Homura's sides.
"Have you gained weight, Homura-chan?" she teases.
Homura twitches, moving quickly to grab her wrists.
Madoka dodges, and suddenly there's a devious grin on her face.
Sensing what's to come, Homura moves away. "Madoka... W-We should head back..."
"Mmhmm."
Homura slowly starts inching towards the pathway, eyes watching Madoka closely.
She sees her leg move, and Homura darts off with Madoka on her heels.
There's a brief moment, when she thinks she's in the clear, but Madoka suddenly sweeps past, tackling her in the process.
They tumble to the ground, kicking up dust and covering their dresses with dirt.
Madoka doesn't care though, and her hands reach down, fingers tickling Homura at her sides.
"M-Madoka!"
Madoka ignores her, grinning as they fill the garden with the sounds of their laughter.
It's the only time Madoka really hears Homura laughing so freely, and she's relentless with her attacks.
/
They're still lying in dirt, Madoka cuddling Homura close.
"I'm sorry, Homura-chan. I went a bit too far."
Homura sighs, wiping the tears from her face. "You... seem to resemble a demon more than an angel at times."
She coughs lightly, and Madoka's hands are immediately on her back, patting her in comfort.
Madoka pouts. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Homura glances over, and there's no way she can stay mad at Madoka for too long.
She nods, Madoka brightening and leaning in for a kiss.
Hands slip around her waist, and she's pulled closer.
When they finally break free, Homura takes a moment to catch her breath.
"You're... still a demon though," she tells her.
Madoka pinches her side, eliciting a startled yelp.
"But... you're my demon...?"
Madoka grins, tugging her close.
\
Homura is in their room, lying by the table, and falling asleep when Madoka returns.
She glides in through the doorway with a smile on her lips. "I'm back, Homura-chan."
"...Welcome back, Madoka," Homura mumbles, not moving from her spot.
"Are you getting complacent, Homura-chan?" Madoka demands as she kneels in front of her.
Homura opens her eyes to see Madoka glaring—but the smile she's fighting down tells her otherwise.
"Maybe," she murmurs, eyes closing once more.
Madoka sighs, leaning down for a brief kiss, before she pulls away.
Homura hears the rustling of her dress, and she's almost asleep, when Madoka suddenly cuts into the silence.
"You ever think about having kids, Homura-chan?"
No reply.
"Homura-chan?"
A hand, shaking her awake.
"I know you heard me, Homura-chan."
One lone eye cracks open, and this time Madoka has a real frown on her face.
"Kids...?" Homura questions.
Madoka nods. "Kids. A little, mini Homura-chan running around..."
Her eyes close once more. "No, not really."
That same hand, a bit more forceful with her shaking this time. "Homura-chan."
She sighs, eyes opening as she reluctantly sits up. She grabs her glasses off the table, and slips them in place, before working to fix her hair as she thinks to Madoka's question.
"Kids...?" she asks once more.
Madoka nods. "Kids. Babies. Little, small people. You know, those things, when a man and a woman get together—"
Homura sighs, hands dropping into her lap. "I know what kids are, Madoka."
"You haven't answered my question."
"...What brought this on? Kids...?"
Madoka is looking to the side, an almost nostalgic expression on her face. "Nothing. I was just thinking... about things."
Homura stares. "I see... well..." She blinks. "Uhm. You're going to have to ask someone else to help you with that."
"Huh?" Madoka turns to her.
"Well... It's..." she gestures, cheeks slowly turning pink. "There's... We're both female, Madoka."
Madoka nods. "Yes. I am quite aware of that Homura-chan."
Homura raises an eyebrow, hand held out. "Uhm..."
Madoka grins. "Use your words, Homura-chan."
"T-There's... certain parts, kind of missing...?" she coughs out, averting her eyes.
Madoka is suddenly in front of her, leaning forward, and face very close. "...I'm a Goddess, Homura-chan," she says softly. "Something like that, can be easily taken care of..."
She grabs Homura's hand, who squeaks as Madoka starts pulling it downwards.
"M-Madoka!"
Madoka starts laughing with that devious grin on her face. "You should've seen your face, Homura-chan!"
Homura sighs, hands to her face as she tries to clear her blush. "You... You little demon..."
Madoka peppers her with kisses. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You're so easy to tease, Homura-chan."
"Ugh..." she shakes her head.
"But... kids, Homura-chan. What do you think about them?"
Homura leans back. "Kids? I don't know. I didn't even like myself as a kid, I think."
Her admittance has Madoka reaching over to hug her close.
"They're... I might've thought they were cute, once. A long time ago. Maybe?"
Madoka presses a kiss to her cheek.
"Now... I'd imagine having kids would be the equivalent of raising a mini Sakura Kyouko combined with Miki Sayaka."
At Madoka's confused expression, Homura explains.
"Something annoying that eats a lot..."
Madoka grins. "You better not let them hear that."
Homura shrugs.
"Mm, but I'd imagine they'd be like a mini Homura-chan, too," Madoka adds in. "She'll be grumpy when things don't go her way."
Homura reaches for Madoka's hand. "She'd probably be as adorable as you," Madoka smiles, "...and be a little demon when you least expect it."
Madoka sticks out her tongue. "Kids..." she sighs out, that expression once more on her face. "A family..."
Homura watches her for a moment. "I'm, not sure what you're looking for Madoka, but, the younger girls here, aren't they more or less like your kids?"
Madoka blinks.
Homura nods. "They... they look up to you, and practically worship the ground you walk on. And you... treat them all very kindly; something I imagine what a mother would be like."
Madoka places a hand to Homura's cheek as she leans in close. "If I'm their mother, then you'd be their father," she tells her with a smile.
Homura tilts her head.
"The grumpy, strict, stoic father," Madoka clarifies.
"...If I recall correctly, your Papa was rather kind."
Madoka grins. "My family is a bit unconventional."
Homura nods. "Mine too."
Madoka sighs, and places a kiss on her lips. "Homura-chan..."
"It's fine. I don't really care. I don't even remember much anymore."
Madoka stares into her eyes, and something in her heart twists when she realizes that Homura's telling the truth.
She gently pushes Homura down.
"I love you," she tells her, gold staring down into lavender.
"Madoka...?"
"I love you," she repeats, almost fiercely.
Homura can only blankly stare. "Uhm. Me too... t-that...I—"
Lips press onto hers as hands slip around her waist.
"Mado—"
"Mm, you can stop using your words now, Homura-chan..."
/
Her thoughts are on tea and cupcakes as she steps through the doorway, door closing shut behind her.
Before she can head to the kitchen, a voice shouts out and she finally looks up to see Kyouko sitting by the table.
"There you are! Geez, it's seriously getting so much harder to find you! I went to your piano, but you weren't there either!" Kyouko grumbles, feet moving as she stands.
Homura turns away, continuing to her original destination. "Did you need something, Sakura Kyouko?"
Kyouko follows her into the kitchen. "Yeah, the kiddies want you to visit; they're upset you didn't come back!"
Homura pulls out a teacup and places it on the counter. "Would you like some tea?"
"Didn't you hear me?"
Her hands are shifting through the containers of tea leaves. "Cupcake?"
"...what kind?"
"Strawberry shortcake."
"...Sure."
\
Kyouko is eating her fifth one, when Sayaka storms in through the doorway.
She takes one look at Homura, who's calming sipping at her tea, and another look at Kyouko, who's stuffing her face, before she sighs.
"Why... are you two still here?" she demands loudly.
"Tea break," Homura replies, placing her cup down. She gestures to the plate of cupcakes. "Would you like one, Miki Sayaka?"
"No. Hurry up already! Some of the kids are starting to get upset!"
Homura stares at her. "I'm not sure what's happening."
Sayaka quickly strides over, clearing their distance as she raises her hand.
She smacks Kyouko on the back of her head. "You! Didn't you explain to her what's happening?"
Mid chew, Kyouko shakes her head. "Mno?"
Homura cuts into her cupcake with her fork. "She mentioned 'the kiddies wanted me to visit.'"
"...So, why are you still here?"
"Well," Homura brings the fork closer to her mouth, "the last time I visited, I was quickly kicked out; I didn't want to chance it again."
She takes a bite.
Sayaka sighs. "Yeah—that was... kind of a bad way to handle it. But, they want you to visit now. They need to ask you questions."
"Questions?"
Sayaka nods. "Yeah. About the Goddess."
Homura eyes her curiously. "...Why?"
Sayaka exchanges a glance with Kyouko, who shrugs. "Uh... well. You know how Madoka now kind of has this place mimicking the regular world, and how we kind of follow the calendar and stuff?"
Homura nods. "Yes. I helped her work on that."
"Right. Well... It's almost May," Sayaka tells her.
Her expectant look has Homura feeling like she should know the significance of that.
Instead, Homura ignores how her pulse jumps as she recalls something else, hand reaching for her tea to wash the feelings down.
"May...?" she asks, lowering her cup.
"Uh," Sayaka glances over to Kyouko, who shrugs again. "Yeah. May. You know... It's—"
"Homura-chan~"
Madoka enters the room, smiling wider when she sees Kyouko and Sayaka inside.
"Sayaka, Kyouko, what are you two doing here? Did you come to kidnap Homura-chan?" she asks, smile still on her lips.
"Uh..." Sayaka scratches the back of her head. "Actually, yes."
Madoka nods. "I have a few things I need to check on anyways. Homura-chan?"
She's finishing her cupcake and looks up. "Hm?"
"Where's my welcome back kiss?" Madoka pouts at her.
Homura glances over to Sayaka and Kyouko. "Uhm."
Sayaka sighs and quickly grabs Kyouko's arm. "Come on. Let's go outside and wait. And no, you can't have another cupcake! Do you know jealous those kids are going to be when they heard you ate something Homura made?" she hisses.
Kyouko still manages to grab one more, stuffing the pastry into her mouth as Sayaka pulls her outside.
"Why are you so shy, Homura-chan?" Madoka asks, throwing her arms around her. "You have to have heard some of the rumours they say about us, haven't you?"
Madoka leans closer.
"And, you know some of those rumours are actually true..."
Homura nods, meeting her halfway for their kiss. "Yes. But..." she glances down, cheeks lightly pink. "It's..."
"Hmm?" Madoka grins.
She sighs. "...Nothing."
"You shouldn't be so shy... I bet some of them wouldn't mind watching..." Madoka tells her.
Homura blushes.
"Well, considering how cute you are, I'm not really surprised." Another kiss. "Alright, I'll let you go now. I want to check on the plants."
"...They're doing well. I believe I saw a few buds starting to develop."
Madoka smiles. "Really? Good! I thought I might've messed up something when I extracted the roots, but I guess it worked out." Another kiss. "I'll let you go."
Homura tilts her head. "You keep saying that, yet you're still holding onto me, Madoka."
"...I know." Madoka sighs. "Alright." She reluctantly pulls away. "You better not be cheating on me with someone else!"
"That would be impossible. Although..." Homura averts her eyes. "I haven't been entirely truthful to you, Madoka."
"...What?"
"Before I met you... there was someone else."
There's a pause, as Madoka shifts through various memories, but she has no idea what Homura is talking about.
"What?" she repeats, a frown forming on her face.
Did she miss something somewhere?
Homura smiles, a hand reaching for Madoka's. "She was this really, really adorable girl. Kind of clumsy, but she had this incredible heart of gold. Until she made a wish, and became a little demon."
Madoka pinches her side and she yelps. "I was really worried there for a second!"
Homura's lips twitch, and she leans in.
At the last second, Madoka turns her head, pouting. "You're a little devil yourself at times, Homura-chan."
"I don't mind being a devil for you, Madoka," Homura replies.
When Madoka turns back to look at her, Homura surprises her with a kiss.
"I'm sure Sakura Kyouko and Miki Sayaka are tired of waiting. Welcome back, Madoka. And, have a safe trip."
Another preemptive kiss.
Madoka nods, smiling. "I'm back, Homura-chan."
/
She's fixing her hair in their bedroom when Madoka returns.
"I haven't seen that hairstyle on you in a long time," Madoka tells her. "You should wear it again."
"No, thank you," Homura responds, fingers finally managing to untie the knot on the ribbon. "Some of the younger girls were messing around. It's the only reason why they're like this."
Madoka watches as she pulls the ribbon out, braids untangling as Homura runs her fingers through her hair.
"They make you look so cute though," Madoka says after a moment. "And you still wear your glasses!"
Homura stares at her reflection, at the familiar thick red frames sitting on her face.
Her expression gives nothing away, but Madoka walks over, slipping her arms around her waist as both their reflections now stare back in the mirror.
"Homura-chan?"
Homura lifts her hand, fingertips gently brushing the reflective surface. "You are different here, Madoka," she murmurs. "You're older. Taller. Yet I'm still like this. The glasses... I thought they would make me look older. But—"
Madoka hugs her tighter. "I like them." She presses a kiss to her neck. "I'm back, Homura-chan. You've been lazy with your welcome back kisses lately. Are you getting tired of me?"
"...You know that is impossible, Madoka."
"Then you're just being lazy?" she pouts.
"...I'm happy, Madoka," Homura tells her, blinking back sudden tears. "I'm really happy—"
Madoka turns her around, pressing their foreheads together. "What's wrong, Homura-chan?"
She shakes her head, drawing in an unsteady breath. "Sometimes, when I wake up, and you're not there, I'm not sure if you're real or not. Is this real, Madoka?"
Hands on her face. "Look at me, Homura-chan."
Her vision is blurry, and there are tears pooled in front of her eyes. She blinks, a tear trailing down and Madoka wipes it away with her thumb.
"I'm here, Homura-chan. You're here. All of us are here."
Madoka reaches up, pulling off her glasses. Lavender stares at her, and she can see the uncertainty in those eyes. She presses kisses onto her eyelids, onto her cheeks.
"I'm here, Homura-chan," Madoka repeats, voice firm.
Homura nods, eyes closing. "You're here, Madoka..." she whispers. "You're real..."
Madoka reaffirms this, with the only way she knows how: she leans forward, capturing Homura's lips with her own.
"I'm real, Homura-chan," she says in between kisses. "I'm real."
She pulls away suddenly, eyes glancing over to the side.
"We're real, Homura-chan," she says, hands tugging her along.
\
She's sitting in front of those strange plants, staring, when Madoka rushes in, steps hurried.
"Homura-chan!"
Homura turns. "Welcome b—"
Madoka is suddenly on top of her, pressing desperate kisses to her lips. "I'm sorry, Homura-chan. I'm so sorry."
"Mado—"
"I didn't even notice the date—"
"Ma—"
"I didn't even realize it would affect you so much—
"Mado—
"It's—"
"Madoka!
They both stare at one another.
Homura reaches up, looping her arms around Madoka's neck, and pulls her down for a kiss. "Welcome back, Madoka."
"...I'm back, Homura-chan," she murmurs.
"Now, what's this about the date...?" Homura asks.
Madoka sighs. "It's... almost May, Homura-chan."
Homura ignores how her pulse quickens, and she turns away. "W-What about May, Madoka?"
Madoka stares at her. "...Don't hide from me, Homura-chan."
She doesn't reply, instead, she closes her eyes. "It'll pass. T-Tomorrow..." She draws in a shaky breath. "T-Tomorrow will happen, right, Madoka...?"
Her voice cracks, and Madoka holds her close.
"Of course it will, Homura-chan. Tomorrow, and the day after. And every day after that."
Homura nods, ignoring the impulse to gather her magic her hands; that same impulse that has been making her restless lately.
"Tomorrow," she whispers once more.
"Tomorrow," Madoka repeats, arms tightening.
They continue lying there, until Madoka finally pushes herself off Homura to look at her.
"Homura-chan...?"
"Yes, Madoka?"
"...Your memories. I can fix them. Change them."
Homura remains quiet, eyes open and staring off to the side.
"Homura-chan?"
She shakes her head, finally giving Madoka a smile. "No. It'll... it'll take a while for me to get used to this, but..."
"Are you sure? Maybe... we should get rid of the time—"
"Madoka." Homura reaches out, a hand placed onto Madoka's cheek. "I'll be fine. Maybe, this is what I need. Time... has already stopped for me, maybe it's about time it continues."
There's a smile at her small pun, but Madoka stares at her, noticing how Homura's hand is trembling against her face.
"But," Homura breathes out. "You'll... you'll be here, right, Madoka...?"
"Of course, Homura-chan."
Homura nods, closing her eyes. "Good. I'll be fine then," she whispers softly.
Wordlessly, Madoka lowers her head, resting it against Homura's chest. "You'll be fine, Homura-chan..."
/
The transition from April to May is as every bit as painful as she'd expect it to be; if she had remained back there, instead of following after Madoka, she would have eventually succumbed to insanity.
She has no doubts about that.
When Madoka is not here, she can no longer stay in their room; her tie to time makes her all too aware that it's May now, and as every day passes, her anxiety builds because her existence rests solely on that one repeated month.
Anything after, she doesn't know.
Her walks through the gardens are endless now; it's the only place not encumbered by the flow of sands as their own seasons take precedence over all else.
It doesn't mean that she doesn't feel the seconds tick by. The feeling is merely weaker here.
More than often, she's walking through Summer, her feet eventually leading her to those strange plants that are thriving under their watch.
There are numerous red coloured buds now, and Madoka's murmurs telling her how they will bloom soon has her at least waiting for something.
She's taking a nap in the gazebo once more, when she hears footsteps, and feels the vibrations as someone walks up the small steps leading into the structure.
Her eyes open, and the first thing entering her gaze are those familiar winged heels that are a permanent part of Madoka's outfit.
Her gaze slowly drifts upward, past the light pink stockings that disappear as pure white pools over it: Madoka's ridiculously long dress that is big enough to encompass the galaxy; or at least the stars contained within.
Lavender continues up, to the slim waist, but before her eyes can reach that exposed section of Madoka's skin, an amused voice drifts through her ears.
"Like what you see, Homura-chan?"
She blinks sleepily, moving her head, and suddenly Madoka is there, sitting in front of her, staring down.
"Am I dead, Madoka...?" Homura asks her.
A frown appears on Madoka's face. "Homura-chan?"
Homura closes her eyes. "It's the only reason someone as beautiful as you could be here, next to me."
Madoka's lip twitches in amusement. "Are you still sleeping?"
"Once," Homura continues, not answering her question, "I don't know why I remember, but I heard this joke once on television. 'Did it hurt?'"
Madoka smiles in confusion. "What?"
"'When you fell from heaven?'"
Madoka reaches over, laughing softly. "Homura-chan?"
Eyes still closed, Homura smiles. "The funny thing is... in religion, angels that fall from Heaven are demons."
Her eyes open and she can see that Madoka is trying to appear angry, but she's failing miserably.
"You," Madoka laughs. She sighs, smile still on her lips, leaning down as usual. "I'm back, Homura-chan."
Homura reaches up, arms placed around Madoka's neck to draw her close. "Welcome back, Madoka."
With a bit of coaxing, Madoka joins her on the gazebo floor, where they both stare at the wooden roof that provides shade against the harsh sunlight of Summer.
"The others are getting worried about you," Madoka tells her after a moment passes. "They can never find you."
Homura hums softly.
"There's... a celebration soon."
"...What's the occasion?"
Madoka holds her tighter. "For something that happens in May. They won't directly tell me what it is, but I'm pretty sure I know what it is."
"I see."
Madoka turns to her, lips pressing against her cheek. "Do you know what it is, Homura-chan?"
Lavender continues staring above. "...No."
May... has no meaning to her.
Neither do any of the other months.
Except for one.
"Mm." Madoka presses another kiss to the side of her head. "You'll... find out soon enough."
"...Just like the flowers?"
Madoka smiles, nodding. "Just like the flowers," she promises.
They lapse into silence, and Homura turns her head, resting hers against Madoka's. "Okay. I'll wait."
Hands tug her closer, Madoka holding her as she falls asleep.
\
Summer with its strange plants and various gazebos aren't her favourite places in the garden.
It's just places she tends to end her walks in.
Further, past Summer, is Autumn.
And sometimes, she's there, walking through the rows of maple and ginkgo trees; the multicoloured leaves drifting past her, like a red and yellow rain spilling across the sky.
She likes the soft crunch as dried leaves scatter under her light footsteps.
The leaves, like everything else here, are endless.
That repeated cycle, reminds her of herself: the brittle foliage cracking under the slightest pressure, only to disappear again to the tip tops once more.
It's how she feels like, these days: stable one moment, a fragile mess the next.
She's still waiting for those flowers to bloom though.
Something about them, how they fill Madoka's voice with something; she can only wait and see why.
Her hand reaches out, easily catching a red leaf in her palm.
The leaves falling are unlike the ones on the ground; her fingers close around it, but when they unfold, the leaf is still in one piece.
She turns her hand, watching as red slowly drifts down.
A moment later, it disappears, no doubt joining the others to flutter about once more.
/
She can't say she's deliberately avoiding them, but she's definitely not making it any easier for them to find her.
She knows Madoka is giving them hints: sometimes she notices footprints placed onto the soft ground, recognizing them to be Sayaka's or Kyouko's.
They haven't caught her yet, and she hopes to keep it that way.
At least, until she can finally face them again.
Just in case, she's in a different gazebo today.
Lying down, her long hair pooled around her, glasses discarded nearby.
Madoka is searching for her, and she can feel her disappointment when she's not in her usual spot.
"Are you hiding from me too, Homura-chan?" Madoka asks as soon as she appears.
Her arm is covering her eyes. "...No."
Madoka takes a seat besides her. "...I'm sorry, they just want to help. I'll tell them to stop searching for you."
She finally moves her arm, lavender staring into gold. "...Join me?"
Madoka smiles. "Sure."
She lies down with her, holding her close.
Madoka runs her hands through her hair. "Homura-chan..."
"Hm...?"
"They're... having a meeting, soon..."
"...About...?"
"Some of them heard about what's happening to you," Madoka tells her softly. "They're going to take a majority vote, to determine if they want to keep time in place."
Homura remains quiet. "...Why?" she eventually asks.
Madoka hugs her tighter. "Everyone's... starting to get worried."
"...Why?"
"Homura-chan." Madoka's voice is suddenly hard, and she knows she has upset her.
"...I'm sorry, Madoka."
It's only been a week into May, but Homura seems so much more worse.
"Why... are you doing this to yourself?" Madoka asks, voice quiet, tinged with sadness.
Something Homura hasn't heard in a while; how long though, she's not sure.
She doesn't reply.
"Homura-chan... please." Madoka is begging.
Homura turns to her, arms pulling her close. "...Welcome back, Madoka."
Madoka leans in, and Homura finally looks at her when she realizes that Madoka is crying.
"Madoka...? What's wrong?"
"How... how am I supposed to believe that my wish was right? When all I see is you falling apart in front of me?"
"Madoka...?"
Madoka reaches over, burying her face in Homura's neck. "You're supposed to be here for me, Homura-chan! You're supposed to be happy, that you're with me! Instead, you're here, always hiding in the gardens. And I can't stay with you—because I have my duties to fulfill! Do you know how hard it is for me? When I'm always so far away, and how it always feels like one day I'm going to return, and you'll be gone?" she whispers.
Homura's mask cracks slightly, and she tightens her hold. "I'm sorry, Madoka." She places a kiss on the side of Madoka's head. "I'm sorry. I'll try harder, I promise."
Madoka pulls away, and Homura can see the tears staining her cheeks.
The sight is so familiar—that she's suddenly reminded of 'Kaname Madoka.'
Something untwists in her heart; she realizes that just because it's May, it doesn't mean she has no purpose.
This Goddess in front of her... no matter her powers, no matter the time, is still the same girl buried beneath all the smoke and mirrors.
"I'm sorry," Homura apologizes once more, reaching out a hand to Madoka's cheek. She wipes the tears away, before she leans in close, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I'm sorry, Madoka. I'm not going anywhere."
Madoka sniffles, staring hard into lavender. "You promise?"
"Yes," Homura nods. "I promise."
Gold locks onto hers. "...Show me. Show me how much you mean it."
Homura stares at her for a brief moment, before she nods. "...Alright."
\
"The flowers are blooming soon, Homura-chan," Madoka tells her, hands moving to trace lazy circles against her stomach.
Homura shifts, turning her head to face her. "...Before, or after the celebration?"
Madoka's hand pauses. "Before. Did you figure it out...?"
Homura shakes her head. "No." She reaches over, grasping Madoka's hand to pull it close. "Truthfully, I can't really remember anything before I met you. Most of the memories I have, they're all linked to you." She kisses her wrist. "But that's okay. I don't mind."
Madoka wraps her arms around her. "Homura-chan... I..."
They both feel it, that tug.
Homura smiles, placing a gentle kiss to Madoka's cheek. "Have a safe trip, Madoka. I'll be waiting for you to return."
A hesitant nod, followed by an even more desperate kiss. "I'll be back soon, Homura-chan."
She remains lying there as Madoka fades away.
"I love you, Madoka..."
/
She's in the kitchens, bowls lined up around her; numerous sets of eyes watching as she tries to ignore their gaze.
She's making cakes, but she has no idea what she's baking for.
Mami is next to her, helping with the preparations, and Kyouko has already been scolded for dipping into the mix; Sayaka had been forced to drag her outside to help with the decorations instead.
She's used to quiet when she's in their private kitchen, but the muted atmosphere surrounding her here makes her tense.
There's a sudden shatter to the silence: someone has dropped a dish nearby. The one she's holding slips from her hands as she jumps.
"You should be more careful, Homura-chan," Madoka tells her, smile on her lips as she balances the bowl expertly in her palm.
Homura blinks in surprise. "Madoka. Welcome back."
Madoka nods as she places the bowl onto the counter. She then leans forward for their usual greeting.
Homura glances at her, before her eyes flicker around; she's pretty sure she heard more than a few gasps.
"Homura-chan...?"
She turns back, to see Madoka frowning at her, still leaning forward expectantly. "M-Madoka—"
"I'm waiting, Homura-chan."
"T-The—"
Madoka pouts. "Homura-chan."
Homura leans forward, placing a brief kiss on her lips, already moving away before Madoka can reciprocate.
Madoka, however, grabs her, bringing her back for a deeper, and definitely more passionate kiss.
Madoka is smiling when she finally lets go, leaving a dazed Homura to stare at her.
"A little service for everyone," Madoka tells her with a wink, hands moving to fix Homura's glasses back into place.
The loud whispers around them only makes Homura blush even harder.
She ends up finishing the rest of the cakes in their private kitchen.
\
It's rare for her to go outside, and she's only here, atop the large hill that overlooks their large structure, because gunpowder is not allowed inside.
An enforced rule, because someone had nearly destroyed an entire wing of the building with their carelessness.
If she had to guess, she has no doubts that Sayaka or Kyouko was a part of that.
Regardless, she's sitting on the grass, barrels of black gunpowder and other chemicals and minerals surrounding her. She's helping with the fireworks, making her own batches that will be used in the celebration for tomorrow.
She's not the only one here, but something about the smell, and the familiar materials, places her into a different time frame.
She's distracted and the movements are so ingrained that the shell she's working on ends up with too much gunpowder: she has pretty much made a giant bomb.
She stares at it blankly.
Eventually, she merely sets it aside and starts working on another one.
There are two piles next to her when she hears a familiar voice.
"Yo, Homura!"
She turns, and Kyouko and Sayaka are climbing the hill, hands carrying multiple bags. There are other girls following after them, hands full as well.
She nods in greeting, and turns back to her work.
"Here, this is yours," Sayaka says as she shoves something under her nose.
Homura glances down: it's a bentou.
Her hands are caked in gunpowder, and she looks up to see Sayaka gesturing to the box.
She reaches over, grabbing Sayaka's white cape, smearing blackened fingerprints on the fabric with just a light touch.
"Hey!" Sayaka slaps her hand away and steps back. One hand still holding the bentou, her other hand reaches for her cape, turning it around to survey the damage.
Kyouko cackles loudly off to the side; she's handing off dinner to the other girls, but she had a clear view from where she's standing.
Sayaka glares.
Homura ignores her, eyes flickering down to her own white dress.
Surprisingly, or maybe not, considering how careful she is, it's still clean.
"Geez," Sayaka shakes her head. She sighs and offers her cape.
There's a wolf whistle, and Sayaka shoots Kyouko another glare as laughter echoes around.
Her hands are still smeared grey with lingering residue, but she ignores it as she digs into her bentou.
It's a familiar taste, filled with things that could've been her favourite foods.
Someone joins her, sitting to her side.
"Mami made that, by the way," Kyouko tells her as she cracks open her own bentou.
Homura nods. She recognizes her cooking still.
They eat in companionable silence for a moment, but that is unfitting of Kyouko's character and with her usual manners, she points to the fireworks next to Homura with her chopsticks.
"Are those done?" Kyouko asks.
Mouth full, Homura nods.
"We need a few to test the mortar, mind if we use some?"
Homura shakes her head.
"Cool."
As always, Kyouko finishes her food first, and she's clambering to her feet when Homura's not even halfway done.
She watches as Kyouko plucks one shell each from the two piles.
"I'll bring these over," Kyouko says. "Let's see how yours turned out."
There's a challenge in her voice, but Homura shrugs and continues eating.
She's full when Madoka appears next to her.
She turns to face her. "Welcome back, Madoka."
Madoka grins as she takes a seat. "I'm back, Homura-chan."
She ignores her embarrassment, knowing Madoka will make things worse, and gives her a normal kiss.
Madoka smiles. "You're getting used to public display."
Homura shakes her head. "I'm getting used to you."
She offers Madoka a piece of karaage with her chopsticks.
"Well, that's good enough," Madoka says.
She opens her mouth, letting Homura feed her the rest of her bentou.
"Mm, that was pretty good," Madoka tells her when there's no more food left.
Homura looks around. "There's more bentous somewhere."
Madoka waves her away. "I'm okay for now."
There's the sound of a whistle, and everyone turns as the darkened sky lights up as a shower of sparks rain down.
"Test run?" Madoka asks even as she eagerly waits for the next one.
"Mmhmm..."
Madoka leans in close as they watch the sky continue to fill with different designs; some very simple, some arranged into patterns or shapes.
"Are any of those yours, Homura-chan?" Madoka asks, eyes glowing as a flower blooms overhead.
"Not yet," she answers, evaluating the pictures in her mind. "Knowing Sakura Kyouko, mine will most likely be last."
Madoka smiles as a lopsided happy face appears. "What did you make, Homura-chan?"
"... A bomb."
Madoka glances over. "What?"
She points to one of the piles. "Sakura Kyouko took one from each pile. Those... I accidentally mixed in too much gunpowder. Those are bombs."
Madoka grins and places a kiss to her cheek. "And you didn't warn her?"
"I was eating."
"There's two piles though, Homura-chan."
Homura nods.
"...You're not going to tell me, are you?"
She shakes her head.
Madoka sighs, once again leaning against her. "How about a hint?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
The fireworks continue, with duds and broken patterns mixed in with others.
"That wasn't it, was it?" Madoka asks as a complicated design disappears.
Homura shakes her head. "You will know."
Madoka pouts, turning to face her when another whistle sounds as another shell is launched.
Two overlapping hearts appear, pink and purple, surrounded by white sparkles.
Madoka smiles, watching until they fade away. "I love you too, Homura-chan."
Homura turns to her, mouth opening. "I—"
Another whistle, and there's a loud boom echoing as the sky suddenly burns.
Everyone stares in shock at the giant explosion that leaves a cloud of billowing smoke hanging in the air.
Madoka though, starts laughing. "Homura-chan!"
Homura presses her face against Madoka's shoulder, hiding her own smile.
When Kyouko and Sayaka rush over, they're covered in ash and the tips of their clothes and hair are singed.
Madoka takes one look at them, and laughs even harder.
/
She's sleeping in the gazebo, the night sky surrounding her, when Madoka drops in, placing soft kisses to her face to wake her.
Her eyes slowly open as the blurry vision of pink stares down.
Madoka is ready, slipping her glasses onto her face. "Wake up, Homura-chan," she murmurs. "They're just about ready to bloom."
Homura shifts, and as is always the case after she wakes, her body is heavy, and her mind is still half asleep.
Madoka easily lifts her into her arms, stumbling a bit as she makes her way down the stairs. Once on solid ground, her steps are steady as they make their way to the designated plot of land.
Homura leans against her, eyes closing as Madoka navigates through the moonlit path.
"Almost there," Madoka whispers into her ear. "Don't fall back asleep, Homura-chan."
Those words make her force her eyes open.
Soon, they're there, in front of those strange plants that have grown since that day.
They flow together now, a giant mess of green brambles spilling across the land.
The wooden dowels are no longer visible around them, and they're starting to overflow beyond the small shelter Madoka had built.
But, scattered around the prickly vines, are numerous and now large, red coloured buds, lined with a strange white fuzz.
Madoka lowers her to the blanket already laid out, and Homura sits up as Madoka joins her side.
"Madoka...?"
Madoka turns to her with a smile, golden eyes shining. "Hm?"
"...Welcome back," Homura says, leaning forward to kiss her.
"I'm back, Homura-chan," Madoka whispers.
She leans her head against Homura's, facing the plants once more.
"Once a year, they bloom at night," Madoka explains. "For only a few hours, withering before the sun rises..."
There's a light fragrance in the air; like jasmine mixed with gentle vanilla, maybe a bit of sweet cocoa.
Madoka tightens her arm around Homura's waist. Homura turns, just in time to see one of the buds opening.
Madoka smiles. "These... are Mama's favourite flower."
A small intake of breath as a vague memory hits her; Homura finally remembers the significance of the date. "Madoka...?"
"You know," Madoka tells her, voice wavering as emotions start overflowing. "When I was younger, one year, I saved up my allowance for months. It meant no extra snacks after school... which was really hard for a little kid, but... the day before Mother's day, I went to the florist all by myself, and bought this huge bouquet with all my money. I was really shy back then, too, but... I was really, really proud when I managed to go through with it."
Madoka laughs softly as Homura hugs her closer.
"It was a bit early, but when Mama came home that day, I couldn't wait and I gave them to her."
She sighs, swallowing to keep her tears in check.
"She smiled at me," Madoka continues, sniffling softly. "She smiled, accepted them, and then she put them aside. I asked her if she liked them, and she picked me up, hugging me close. And she told me, 'Madoka, of course I love them. Anything from you, Mama will always love.' I was happy, of course, but then, Mama set me on the kitchen counter, and she looked at me sternly, and asked me how much I had spent."
Another laugh.
"I started crying when I thought I was in trouble for buying her flowers; I couldn't understand why she was upset. But she told me..." her voice cracks and Homura reaches over, wiping her tears away with her fingertips. "She told me, 'More than flowers, and more than anything you can buy, Madoka, the best gift for any Mama is seeing their kids grow up. Growing up to become the best person they can be.'"
Madoka gathers her face in her hands, sobbing.
"I-I'm... a horrible daughter," she gasps out. "I-I took that away from her."
Homura grasps Madoka's hands in her own. "Madoka. Madoka, look at me?"
Another sniffle, and when she lifts her head, Homura can see her slightly swollen eyes and tear stained face; this is not the Goddess Madoka in front of her.
This is, Kaname Madoka.
Homura smiles softly, pulling Madoka's hands close to place gentle kisses on her fingers. "Do you really think your Mama would really think that, Madoka?"
"H-Homura-chan...?"
Homura gestures around them. "Look where we're at, Madoka. In a place, created for those who had no other means of salvation. You've helped so many girls... You've helped me. How could your Mama be less than proud of you, for what you have done?"
"But—"
"I've met her, Madoka. I've met Kaname Junko plenty of times. Enough to know that the Mama that raised you, loves you very much. Even if she doesn't remember you, even if you no longer exist by her side, a part of you is still there with her; a part of her is still here, with you. And I can assure you, she still loves you very, very much."
Homura watches as Madoka's lips tremble as more tears threaten to spill.
"Do you regret making your wish, Madoka?" Homura asks her softly.
Madoka blinks, tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Are you happy here, Madoka?"
It's a question Homura had asked her once, and this time, Madoka wavers on her answer.
"...I don't know," she replies. "I... I thought everything would be okay," she swallows back the tears, "as long as you were here with me, Homura-chan. But lately... lately you... you haven't been here."
Homura closes her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry, Madoka."
Madoka shakes her head. "No... It's... It's understandable, Homura-chan."
Homura opens her eyes and leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I'm really sorry, Madoka."
More tears as Madoka takes in an unsteady breath. "I-It's just hard... you know? Lately, it feels like I'm getting lost in my mind... There's... so many things in there, and sometimes, it takes a bit longer for me to remember who I am. Who I used to be. I feel like... I'm slowly losing myself to this place... How long, until I finally forget...? I love everything, everyone equally. It's... you're the only one who really remembers me, Homura-chan."
Another tear trails down that Homura quickly wipes it away.
"How long until I forget that I love you most...?"
"That's okay, Madoka."
"W-What?"
She looks up, to see Homura smiling at her. "You can forget. You can forget who you are. I'll always be right here, reminding you."
"H-Homura-chan...?"
Homura closes her eyes. "I understand now, why, even after all this time, all my memories are of you, and only you." Lavender opens to stare into gold. "We complete each other. You remind me of who I am. And I am here, to remind you of who you are."
Madoka smiles, a light blush on her cheeks. "You... still say embarrassing things at times, Homura-chan."
Homura nods. "Because Madoka is stubborn, and won't believe me unless I say things like that."
Madoka grins, moving to hug her. "I love you, Homura-chan. More than anything else."
"...I love you too, Madoka."
Madoka glances at her in surprise, and Homura kisses her.
"I love you," Homura repeats.
They both smile and turn to the flowers that are slowly starting to open up.
Madoka sighs, pressing herself close to Homura. "These plants... I planted them because I was starting to forget her... I thought, if I'd see them, if they're physically here, every time I look at them, they'd remind me of Mama."
"Do they?"
Madoka smiles. "Not really. I—knew what kind of flowers Mama liked. But I have never actually seen them before. Anything minus the flowers—it's not much to look at; it doesn't even really fit the rest of the garden. But, that's why Mama liked them so much. 'Beautiful woman under the moon.' Just the name alone, reminds me of her though."
Almost all the buds are open now—the large elegant white flower contrasting against the mess of prickly branches.
Homura turns to her. "Madoka."
"Hmm?"
"We could make your own world."
Madoka faces her. "What?"
Homura nods. "We'll get everyone here, and populate them into another world, similar to the one back there. You can kidnap your family, and your friends, and whoever else, and you can live your life, being 'Kaname Madoka.'"
Madoka stares, before leaning in close. "Oh, yeah? And where will you be, Homura-chan?"
"I will be the ruler, of course. If this is Heaven, then that will be Hell. And I will be the Devil ruling over it."
Madoka smiles and presses a kiss to her lips. "You want to kidnap my family and make me live in Hell, Homura-chan...?"
Homura nods. "Yes. It will be my own rebellion against the laws of the world; despair, and sadness have no place in Hell."
Madoka grins. "Mm... I think you're mixing up a few things there, Homura-chan."
"We could make it happen."
Madoka's eyes search her face, and it takes her a moment when she realizes that Homura is serious. "Homura-chan?"
"You could be happy there, Madoka. Growing up, growing old, with your family. You—"
Madoka cuts her off, kissing her roughly.
"Ma—"
"Mm, less words, Homura-chan..." She pushes her down onto the blanket.
"Mado—"
"If," Madoka's hands are on Homura's shoulders, keeping her in place, "if I'm there, living my life, and you're the ruler, you'd be all alone."
"I don't mind," Homura tells her. "Not for you."
Madoka leans in, hands trailing down. "You don't... but I do... If... If we make another world, I'd want to be there, ruling together with you."
"Mado—"
"A Demon, and a Devil," Madoka whispers, pressing their lips close. "That... doesn't sound bad at all."
AN: Happy Mother's Day, in a very round about way.