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SayakaQuest Thread 10: Glory To The Death

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Ah, it feels good to be reminded about a Good End quest, even after its end. Its like a confirmation that sometimes, things do go right.

Also rolling in fluff. Thats good too
 
Love those extras. I knew there was a reason I came back to read this again!

Would it make sense to add the new epilogue snippets to the Epilogue section of the contents on Page 1 of the thread so anyone reading SQ from the start doesn't miss out on them? (In which case, i'd suggest putting the last two Minako bits as [1] and [2] of the same 'chapter', as one is basically just more of the other)
 
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SB: Minako Grows A Little
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    • "Ohhhh, you're so big! How many are you having?" The woman said, putting a hand to Kyoko's stomach and looking up into its owner's face expectantly.

    Apparently, whatever expression she was expecting in exchange for this violation of personal space, murderous rage wasn't it.

    Sayaka, knowing what was about to happen, buried her face in her hand, her cheeks already flushing red.

    "I ain't pregnant," Kyoko snarled. "Go away."

    Oh, good, at least we've cut out the insults, Sayaka thought.

    The woman, apparently realizing grabbing a complete stranger's midsection at the mall crossed a few lines of social correctness, flushed as cherry-red as Kyoko's hair. She backed away quickly, bowing as far as she could go without losing balance in her retreat, muttering apologies the whole time to the mutters of passerby.

    As she vanished into the crowd, Kyoko huffed.

    Sayaka peeked between her fingers at her wife, then glanced around them.

    "This is so embarrassing."

    "I know, right? I'm gettin' real sick of random strangers grabbin' me. Don't think I can take two more months of this shit, Saya. Since when did this country get so rude."

    That actually got Sayaka to put down her hand, embarrassment replaced by surprise. They she laughed, and took her wife's hand. They started walking again. "You complaining about people being rude is incredible."

    Kyoko huffed again. "Yeah, but I'm just an ass, I don't go up to people going, 'Oh, look how pregnant you are, you're big as a house, now that I've just loudly proclaimed how fuckin' huge you are and you gotta waddle like an elephant everywhere, how bout I just go and touch you too?"

    Kyoko glowered impressively for a moment as they walked silently, then chuckled. "Did you see her face when I told her I wasn't pregnant, though? Think she actually believed me? I thought she was gonna have a stroke."

    Sayaka glanced down at her wife's stomach. Kyoko always had a very slight build, and with one prominent exception, that hadn't changed in the last seven months.

    "It is kinda hard to believe. But you sound so confident, I think you broke her brain."

    Kyoko nodded, and patted her belly happily. "Hear that, Mina? Ain't even born yet, and you're already causin' trouble."

    "She's her mother's daughter," Sayaka said cheerfully.

    Kyoko made the same baleful face at Sayaka. Unlike the rude woman, she just laughed in response.

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    "Pizza pizzaPIZZAPIZZAPIZZA!" A little girl yelled into her mother's ear.

    "Yes, honey, I know it's pizza. That's what we're getting. Look, we're next in line." Sayaka, still in her patrol uniform, shifted the squirming toddler in her arms, who, in her excitement, now closely resembled a ball of wet sand in how difficult it suddenly was to hold her.

    "Minako, if you don't stop, I'll..." The threat was started, but Minako was still squirming. Sayaka mentally adjusted the threat level up by one. "...Order green peppers on the pizza."

    The little girl stopped cold, looking at her mother with a look of utmost betrayal. She had learned from disgusting experience that her mother didn't make pizza-topping threats idly. "YUCK!"

    The people behind them in line chuckled politely at the girl's reaction to the hated vegetables. Sayaka nodded. "That's right. Will you be good?"

    She nodded, staying still in Sayaka's arms. "No peppers," she said morosely.

    The person in front of her finished their order, and moved up in the queue. "No peppers," Sayaka promised.

    Thank God, Sayaka thought. Though she wasn't religious and never had been, she'd picked up that particular curse from her wife. I hate green peppers.

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    "Minako if that's a blue shell you are grounded, young lady!"

    Minako, meanwhile, screamed in delight as her mother's cart exploded from what was, indeed, a blue shell. Kyoko could only watch helplessly as her character careened down into the abyss, and her former first place turned into a 7th.

    "You little brat!" Kyoko yelled, throwing her controller aside and tackling her ten-year old daughter out of her pillow chair to the ground. Minako laughed even harder as Kyoko tickled her sides.

    "See? Grounded!"

    "Heehe-M-haha-Mom-hahaha-Mommy he-help stop-ahahah-STOP-ahahah-"

    "What's that you said?" Kyoko said, continuing to tickle her daughter and expertly dodging her flailing limbs, "My old lady ears can't hear you!~"

    "She said, 'Stop tickling my sides,'" Sayaka called from her office.

    Kyoko stopped instantly, and Minako looked gratefully down the hallway in her mother's direction. "Yeah, that's r-right, thanks Mommy-"

    "'...My feet are much more ticklish!" Sayaka finished.

    "MOM!" Minako screamed in betrayal, before Kyoko descended on her feet to tickle them instead, and the howls of forced laughter started again.

    "Haha, this is your punishment, Minako! Your evil is vanquished by tickles!"

    Sayaka poked her head into the living room.

    "By the way, Minako?"

    "WHAT!" the girl screamed in between bouts of laughter.

    "Your mom's feet are ticklish, too."

    For a breathless second, Kyoko and Minako were very, very still. Too late, Kyoko realized, that in her thrashing, Minako's hand had ended up right by Kyoko's right foot.

    "Sayaka, you traito-AHAHAAH MINAKO NOOOOOO!"


    No wonder the neighbors downstairs hate us, Sayaka thought fondly, as she listened to her wife and daughter tickle-wrestle on the floor, their alternating exclamations of victory or defeat told in laughter and muffled shrieks. After a few minutes, they quieted down to residual giggles.

    "Hey Mina," Kyoko whispered. Sayaka strained to hear.

    "Yeah, Mom?"

    "Didja know Mommy is ticklish on the back of her neck?"

    Sayaka's face went chalk white.


    A/N: Because apparently instead of writing my own quests I'd rather write shit for someone else's that's already done
     
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    • Oh my that was amazing. And very fluffy. Wasn't expecting another addition to the 'extended epilogue' so soon.
     
    Tickles for the Tickle God! Blue Shells for the Kart Throne! And keep those Green Peppers out of the Minako Kingdom!
     
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    • So I decided to jump on board the silly fluff thing.
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    "God, this show is terrible," Kyouko said as she bit into a cracker, choking back laughter as a game show contestant gave a wrong answer and was catapulted through the air into a pool of goo. "Minako, promise me you'll never go on one of these things. It's all just people making asses of themselves on live television."

    "Sure thing, Mom," Minako said, taking a sip of her drink. She didn't seem to be playing much attention to the TV despite her eyes being locked on it. "Doesn't seem like a lot of fun."

    "Heh, yeah," Kyouko said before taking a sip of her own drink. "There's some sick pleasure in watching, though. Guess its schadenfreude, or something fancy like that."

    "Maybe," Minako replied, idly nabbing a cracker from Kyouko's bag and munching on it.

    Kyouko looked at her daughter out of the corner of her eye, one eyebrow raised. The young girl was a thousand miles away, deep in thought. It was never a good sign when kids got that look. It meant they were thinking about grown up things, or what they considered grown up, in any case.

    Something Kyouko decided to nip in the bud before her daughter troubled her pretty little head any further. That was the proper parenting thing to do, right? Of course it was.

    "So what's on your mind, squirt?" Kyouko asked, grinning. "Thinking about girls? Maybe boys? You know your Mommy and I will love you no matter who you like, though if they break your heart we'll break their legs. You can count on that."

    "Huh? Wait, no!" Minako exclaimed, aghast at the very thought. "Ewwwww. No! I'm not thinking about anything like that, Mom! Gross."

    "Then what's go you so bent out of shape, kiddo?"

    "I was just thinking about some anime Mommy shared with me."

    Kyouko's blood ran cold. "And why would this have you all out of sorts?"

    "Well… I saw a bunch of characters acting like you do around Mommy. You know, around people they like."

    "And?" Kyouko asked, waving a hand for her to continue.

    Minako looked at her mother, sighed, then steeled herself to continue.

    "Mom, are you a tsundere?"

    o\O/o​

    "SAYAKA!"

    Sayaka turned from where she was making dinner, a simple dish of pasta and homemade sauce. "Yes, dear?"

    "Don't you 'dear' me!" Kyouko growled, stomping into the kitchen. "Just what have you been showing our child?"

    "I'm not sure what you mean."

    "She just asked if I was a tsundere!" Kyouko shouted, pointing to where Minako stood half hidden by the wall separating the living room from the kitchen. "What kind of anime nonsense have you been sharing with her?"

    "Just some of the classics, Kyouko," Sayaka said, shrugging. "No big deal."

    "No big deal?" Kyouko asked. "I'd say it's a big deal when-"

    She cut off as Sayaka pulled her into a hug, draping her arms across Kyouko's shoulders. The redhead tried to push her significant other off, but Sayaka just latched on tight and put her lips close to Kyouko's ear.

    "Come on, dear. It's nothing to get worked up about." She smiled, leaning closer as Kyouko blushed. "Besides, I'll be sure to make it up to you."

    Kyouko's face went as red as her hair, and she hid her face down into Sayaka's shoulder. Sayaka giggled and nuzzled her wife's hair, making Kyouko squirm in her grip. She didn't try to break away, however.

    "What did you have in mind?" Kyouko whispered.

    "You'll see," Sayaka said with a smile, giving Kyouko a peck on the cheek and letting go. "For now, I need to finish dinner."

    "We-Well," she stammered, trying and failing to regain her composure. "I suppose that's all right then."

    "Mom," Minako said as she stepped out from behind the wall. "You really are tsundere."

    "MINAKO!"
     
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    • Sappy Bullshit pt. 2
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    • A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

    A woman rang the doorbell, and immediately, Kyouko ran over to the door with Minako in her arms. "Oi!" She shouted, and opened the door. "Oh, hey Miho."

    Despite her age, Miho still kept herself in good shape. Her hair was grey, her face had crow's feet and wrinkles, but she still managed to keep herself toned. "Kyouko." She grinned. "I hope my daughter hasn't been too much of a handful."

    "Oh, you know. Just about as stressful as when we started dating."

    Miho froze. "Oh dear god."

    "I'm kidding."

    "Okay good." Miho sighed in relief, before she moved in. "Minakooooooo!"

    "MIKO." The kid waved her arms before she almost flopped out of Kyouko's arms. She let out a big laugh and opened her mouth.

    "Oh wow she already has a fang."

    "Yeaaaaaah…" Kyouko shrugged. "Genetics."

    "Well, Sayaka thinks the fang's cute."

    "She keeps complaining whenever we make out."

    "She's been saying that for the past decade." Miho muttered.

    "I was joking!" Sayaka shouted from down the hall.

    Kyouko shouted back. "Love you!"

    "YOU DON'T GET TO BACK OUT LIKE THAT."

    "You were complaining about my fang!" Kyouko shouted back.

    "True love." Miho shrugged. "Oh, remember when you threw rose petals all around my-"

    "It was twenty years ago, Miho! Let it go!"

    "Kyouko, no!" Sayaka shouted, but it was too late.

    "LEDIGO!" Minako tried to sing. "LEDIGO! Canolddabaggamo."

    Miho couldn't stop laughing.

    [=]​

    The door opened again, and this time, it was a Japanese man of average height, and an enormous, six-foot tall, heavily muscled woman with orange hair in a tank top and shorts, looking, as usual, like she just came from the gym. She walked in. "Been awhile since I've been here, Kyouko."

    "Akane!" Kyouko grinned, before she turned to the husband. "And guy."

    "Nakazawa." He muttered. "I was in your class in college. You introduced me to Akane. Your wife's been going to school with me since preschool."

    "Yeah whatever." Kyouko waved a hand dismissively as she slyly winked at him. "You take everything too seriously, man."

    Nakazawa sighed as Akane hung her purse- really a rather masculine traveller's bag- on the Miki's coat rack. As she did, Kyouko noticed that in the months since she last saw her, between several rare visits between Mitakihara and Tokyo, that something had changed rather drastically.

    Akane's normal cheese-grater abs were almost gone, her stomach rounded and pushing out slightly over her workout shorts. Kyouko opened her mouth to ask if Akane had gained weight, then shut it upon realizing how stupid the question was. Akane's workout was more akin to a Dragonball montage than an actual workout, and Tokyo's magical girls gave her ample opportunity to exercise.

    With that, Kyouko's mind connected to the most obvious answer. She grabbed Akane's arms. "Akane, are you…?"

    The taller woman's eyebrows raised in surprise, before they furrowed down into an expression of pure smugness. Her husband, in a similar light, was trying to suppress a smile as he shrugged. "I told her it'd be too obvious if she wore the-" Kyouko punched him in the arm. "-ow."

    "Hey, congrats, man!" Kyouko said as he rubbed the sore spot. "I knew you could do it!"

    "I'm, uh, not sure how I should take that." He muttered.

    "I'm saying welcome to the baby club!" Kyouko grinned. "I mean, c'mon, last time you met Minako she wasn't even talking! She's gonna be so excited to learn that Auntie Akane's giving her a cousin!"

    The man walked awkwardly alongside Kyouko, and just as Akane stepped in, she asked another question."So are you going to call him Gohan, or…?"

    "No."
     
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    • Guilop said:
    Congratulations to Nakazawa for finally escaping from Miss Saotome.
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    Wonder how long that took him?

    Also, can we make some sort of link list to clear up what order these all take place in, just to avoid confusion?
     
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    Jonen C said:
    He doesn't know why he became a teacher, but he blames cruel fate for ending up with Saotome-san as his mentor in the pedagogical arts.
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    ... Nakazawa, better check with your family if there are Marriage Contracts between them and the Saotomes, knowing the general luck of your city years ago you have been conned by a Saotome with a Marriage Contract.

    If it is like I suspect, it will be the hand of a family member in exchange for a bowl of rice, two fishes and pickles.
     
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