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Epilogue: A PMMM Fanfiction

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This picture reminds me of an old idea where Homura finally snaps and kidnaps Madoka, taking the pink girl on an involuntary road trip.
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You mean that moment in Witch Quest where we pushed on Homura's paranoia too hard that she fliped, kidnaped Madoka and her whole family and declared that they all moving into some quiet third-rate tropical country?
 
"Like what? She hasn't been sleeping well 'n shit? I don't think I remember ever seeing her without bags under her eyes."

Mami paused. "...Point. But that still doesn't mean that her condition is acceptable."

"Have you seen her talking to Madoka lately?" Sayaka asked. "She's been distant, even towards Madoka."

"Oh. Their fairytale romance isn't quite as fairytale as they thought." Kyouko muttered.

Both Mami and Sayaka glared at her. "Kyouko."

"Okay, I'm a little jealous. But still." Kyouko clenched her teeth. "What's to say that she can't get through this on her own!"

Mami clenched her teeth. "Because her soul gem's getting darker than ever."

[=]​

"Homura?" Madoka asked as the door opened in front of her.

[=]​

"Her stockpile is large, but there's a chance that it won't last. She's burning through a grief seed every two days." Mami says. "She can hunt, yes. She's very capable...but even she will run out."

[=]​

"Homura, what's wrong?" Madoka asked. "I didn't...I didn't see you at school-"

"I'm sorry." Homura said.

"What?"

"For being ungrateful."

"Homura, what are you talking abou-" She was cut off when Homura pulled her into a kiss.

[=]​

"And we know what that entails." Mami said, quietly. "...I don't want Homura to have that happen...and I don't want Madoka caught in it."

Both Kyouko and Sayaka stared at her. "...What do you suggest we do?"

"...I have no idea." Mami said. "...But...we need to find something."

A/N: End of chapter 2.
 
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"Shiva of the east?" Kyouko snickered. "More like...SHIVA THE DECEASED!"

Sayaka let out a yawn as she walked over to the living room. She saw Kyouko backstabbing some guy on the screen, before she sat right down next to her. "Are you seriously still playing that? I thought you hated this game."

"No, I hate that one part of the game." Kyouko crossed her arms. "Just one part."

"Yeah, whatever." Sayaka yawned. "...Like...poison n' shit?"

"Yeah." Kyouko said, flatly. "Poison and shit. Mostly shit, though. As in that place. That place was shit."

"Whatever you say, Kyou." Sayaka sighed, just before a woman walked by them. She was decently tall, just above Sayaka's current height, with light magenta hair. It was slightly longer than Sayaka's reaching down to her neck, as she sat by them.

"Y'ello." She said. "What're you play..." She looked at the screen. "Oh. This again?"

"What 'bout it, Mikimom?" Kyouko said.

"Well, I don't like it."

Kyouko gasped. "What?! What blasphemy is this?!"

"I prefer different stuff. Like that one game. Which one was it?" The woman grinned, as though she was expecting some kind of outburst. "Oh yeah, like Call of Duty."

Kyouko sneered a little. "Who actually plays those first-person-shooters, anyway? Like, nobody I know actually plays that one."

"I do. Though I keep getting told that my mom's getting fucked." Sayaka's mom shrugged. "I don't know how that'd happen. I guess a lot of people are into necrophilia."

Sayaka cringed. "Okay, could you not?"

"Classy, Mikimom." Kyouko raised a hand. "Classy as fuck."

Miho Miki raised a hand, and immediately, both of them gave each other a high-five.

[CHAPTER THREE: I AM GROUNDED]
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A/N: No points for guessing what is the refrance.
 
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I imagine Kyouko and Mikimom working together drive Sayaka into (gloriously) incandescent rage quite often.
 
That second one's a nice break from all the depressing stuff. Too bad we're nearly certain to go back to routine right after this.
 
Homura sat upright on her bed. She looked to her side to discover that, yes, Madoka had her arms currently wrapped around her waist. They had fallen asleep in the same bed, fully-dressed for the umpteenth time that week. She let out a shuddering yawn, before she scratched the back of her head and turned.

That is, before Madoka's grip tightened. Homura looked back, and just as she did, Madoka groaned a little. "You stay."

Homura paused. "Madoka, we need to prepare for school, don't we?"

"No." Madoka groaned again. "Nooooooooooo I wanna stay with youuuu."

Homura smiled thinly, before she brought Madoka up closer to her face. "We can still hold hands, can't we?"

"I...okay, yeah." Madoka smiled. "We can."

"I'm going to take a shower." Homura said. "I love you, Madoka."

Madoka giggled. "Love you too, Homura."

[=]​

Homura Akemi's parents sat in a nearby hotel. They looked at their daughter's home, staring as they started to talk among themselves. "...I can't blame her." Her father said.

"Why would we?" The wife muttered. "We abandoned her for years."

"I barely even remember why we went on the trip in the first place." He said. "...Couldn't have fucking bothered to call." He seemed bitter. "...We're the worst."

She wanted to say something, but she just stopped herself. "Do you think she hates us too much to reconcile?"

"...Yes." He muttered. "We can try, though."

[=]​
 
It appears talking has now become cuddling. I see nothing wrong with this situation.



This being Homura's life, however, I'm sure the despair is just around the corner.
 
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This is clearly Homura's cunning plan. If they're sleeping together (adorably chaste, as is demanded by this world's gods), they aren't talking!

Homura is safe from talking about feelings. Probably forever.
 
Unfortunately for Homura, Madoka has mastered the art of cuddling and talking at the same time. So really this just means Homura is trapped and cannot escape talking about feelings! Madoka has out maneuvered her girlfriend! Truly she is a devious opponent.
 
"...So, what's wrong?"

"Hm?" Homura looked up from her bowl of cereal as soon as Madoka asked.

"You didn't say anything after we took our showers." Madoka frowned. "Did something happen? Are you annoyed at how slow we're going?" Madoka moved closer. "What's happening?"

"It...it's nothing." Homura said.

"If it was nothing, then..." Madoka paused. Her eyes widened as her mind came to a conclusion, before she shook her head. "...Sorry."

"Madoka?" Homura looked hurt. "What is it?"

"...I'm not good enough, am I?" Madoka said, quietly.

"What?" Homura's mouth hung open for a second, before she rushed. "No! No! That's not it!" She pulled Madoka close to her. "That will never be it!" She clenched her teeth. "That will never be the case."

"Then...then why were you so quick to kiss me?" Madoka asked. "Why are you so...you keep feeling distant and...!"

"...it's because I'm stupid." Homura said, quietly. "...It's not you. It's never you. I could never hate you or not want you." She rubbed her finger against her soul gem idly. "It...it's never you."

[=]​

A/N: Updating this again, too.
 
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