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For the sake of Food (and Shelter… and maybe even the Plot)

This is for you, Fremde! I really hope you like it, I know I’m not the best at comedy, but I tried my best 😅. Your story deserves all the praise and more, it’s too freaking hilarious. This story is based on For the sake of the Plot on AO3! Yes, I know the title of this story is dumb as hell, but at least you know it’s connected! This is also purely uncanon to the main story, unless the author says so. I really hope you enjoy!

WARNING: TIER ONE AND TWO CURSE WORDS, TREAD CAREFULLY. (Technically, all tiers, so be careful)

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Sakura Kyoko is a fucking moron.

That was the only thought in Homura’s head as she ran through the alleyways; the thought only served to make more similar thoughts course through her head.

She ducked behind a garbage bin, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. She peeked out quietly, watching as the police cars came into view. Amidst the blaring of the siren, Homura could hear some voices…

…And then followed by barks.

The fucking dogs, damn it!

Homura hastily ran away from her protective cover and hurried down the street, desperately trying to avoid the guards. It made no sense hiding if they had the fucking bloodhounds nearby.

Why were dogs gifted with a great sense of smell and not humans?

God truly was a mystery.

And really, he was the same God that caused stupid Kyoko to fail.

It was sooo simple, all they had to do was grab the vault and hightail out of there! But noooo, Kyoko just had to trip on the alarm like the fucking idiot that she was. She said, and she quote, “Calm your tits! I’m the best at this, I’ll do an even better job than you!”

She did a very better job, indeed, as she nearly landed them all in jail. In fact, Homura would have applauded her for it, were she not distracted by the annoyingly loud whine that practically screamed “Intruder alert!” a thousand times over. How were the police even that fast? Kyoko said they were slowpokes!

Homura cursed under her breath. She really shouldn’t listen to what Kyoko says now that she’s in fucking juvie or something.

And really, Homura didn’t care to bust her out or the like. She landed herself in jail, so she lands herself out of it! (She would rather get shot a hundred times over before she would admit that she had indeed thought of bailing Kyoko out.)

But thanks to her, now Homura had to outrun five police cars, seven teams of police officers, and fourteen bloodhounds that would literally tear her apart, all on foot! Not like she even had the chance to grab the “escape vehicle”, the police were somehow smart enough to override it before any of them could reach it (Homura was genuinely shocked that they had the brain capacity to do that).

“Akemi Homura, halt and put your hands in the air or we will shoot!”

Homura whirled around and spotted a team of police officers pointing their guns toward her, two of their bloodhounds growling at her and baring their razor-sharp teeth. Whoo, they looked like they meant business.

The black-haired woman simply scowled as she glared at one of the officers straight in the eye. She was going to make it very clear to them that she wasn’t willing to come…

…by shooting one of them in the arm.

Hey, she was frustrated and she has lots of outlets in front of her to pour all the negativity into. The doctor said it’s healthy!

(Was she seriously using the doctor as her excuse? Yes, yes she was. It was an opportunity and by God, she going to use it.)

She whipped out her gun and quickly pulled the trigger, aiming for the arm of the guard in front of her.

It hit.

The guard let out a scream of pain which oddly satisfied Homura. The other guards however were now alerted, and all of them rapidly fired their guns at Homura as the dogs growled and proceeded to run toward her, likely attempting to bite her or something.

Now, Homura really didn’t want to fight–

–Oh, who was she kidding!? She desperately needed to punch someone, specifically a red-haired girl by the name of Sakura Kyoko. But this was fine. Stupid patrollers worked too.

She returned her gun to her pocket, favoring the thought of actually hitting someone instead of letting some pocket machine loaded with sulfur do the work for her. She wasn’t complaining, no sir.

Just before her fun was about to begin, the sound of sirens started ringing in her ears. What the hell…? Wait. Did they just call backup? Fucking cowards!

Homura couldn’t restrain a disappointed and thoroughly annoyed groan. Damn it, why must the universe ruin her fun? …That actually sounded very Kyoko-like.

In annoyance at the sudden remembrance of the redhead, Homura failed to realize that she had punched someone straight in the face until after the attack. She blinked, looked at her clenched fist, and then looked at the guard lying beside her. She kicked his body, wondering if she had killed him.

…Nope, he was still breathing. Too bad.

She was having a harder time maintaining her straight face with all this frustration boiling up inside of her. That punch was literally her guardian angel in disguise. Oh damn, that felt so good…

The sound of the sirens came back to her and the other guards rapidly approaching. They looked mad and maybe a bit scared? Why were they so angr–

Ah, yes. She punched their teammate. Welp, time to run. Again.

Homura quickly bolted away from the police officers and ran wherever the road would take her.

And then she realized that she was heading to the very thing she was running from. The police car was coming her way and she was running straight for it.

Homura immediately stopped running.

Well, shit. In the back of her mind, Homura could hear Kyoko’s voice screaming, “Other way!”

She should really banish the thought of Kyoko from her mind right now (she refused to admit that she was indeed worried for her) because she was literally on the run.

Homura frantically looked around and in her haste, her eyes zeroed in on a fence. She didn’t know what was in it (and she certainly didn’t have any time to check) but she needed to hide, and so she dashed for the house and made sure that no one was looking. When that happened, she hurriedly climbed up the fence and tried to get down on the other side.

“Woah, woah!” She was unable to contain a yelp as she fell backward, landing head-first on the ground. “Ah, fuck that hurt,” she cursed, forcing herself into a standing position as she placed a hand on her head to suppress the pain flooding there.

She could hear the sirens and the heavy footsteps of officers pass through the fence and instinctively fell to the ground and stayed low. …And then she realized that the fence (thank God) was tall enough to prevent the guards from seeing her, even while she was standing. She resisted the urge to hit herself, opting to silently chastise herself for her stupidity.

Thank God Kyoko wasn’t here, otherwise, she’d be making fun of her like the annoying idiot she is.

Homura stood up once more, her hand still on her head as she looked around.

The house in front of her was rather huge, and luxurious-looking, not to mention. She surmised that whoever lived here was rich. That would benefit her, certainly, but…

It housed a huge risk. Robbing from a rich person usually takes a lot of effort, and she was so fucking tired…

Okay, first things first. She needed someplace to hide. She could hide here, but this was risky. Very risky. It would be best to be on the run while it was still dark because that meant fewer people and fewer people meant a lower chance of being captured, especially if the police issued a warrant against her.

…………….

Well, she had feet. She could always run.

Homura sighed and walked towards the house. Surely the door was locked–

–Wait.

The door creaked open and Homura was left standing there, astonished, her hand still on the doorknob.

…Who forgets to close their door?!

She shook her head. Well, this would benefit her. She wouldn’t have to break a window then.

Homura walked in and after some consideration, opted to close the door. She had a gun (and it was loaded, yes) so if she needed to escape she’d just have to shoot the door. Or her attacker. Or, well, both. Too many bullets was never a bad thing.

The lights in the house were off, and at this time, Homura guessed that whoever lived there was asleep. There were shoes at the door there to prove that someone lived here.

Fortunately, the lights from the street shined a little into the windows of the house, illuminating Homura’s path and allowing her to see. She didn’t intend on sleeping here, of course not, but she did intend on taking some stuff. Necessary stuff. That may or may not have included money.

She continued walking and soon spotted a table. It was neatly kept, the chairs were kept in, the plates certainly weren’t on it, and it was nearly bare save for the fruit basket that sat on top of it.

She came closer and could see the fruits inside the basket. Sitting at the very top of all the fruits was… an apricot.

Yes, an apricot.

Anybody standing just 10 feet from the black-haired woman would’ve heard a loud and resounding snap!

Homura’s eye twitched and she glared at the fruit.

Oh, the universe was really asking for it, wasn’t it?

In a swift motion, she snatched the apricot from its post and bit into it. Anybody would’ve been surprised by how quickly she devoured the fruit. Anybody who didn’t know her friend would’ve also been shocked and confused by her aggression.

She let out a huff of annoyance and scanned the basket. She was literally going to grab every single apricot within and do away with them. Fortunately (for the fruits), there was not a single apricot left.

Homura scoffed in annoyance once more, she was practically radiating anger at this point. She marched over to the refrigerator nearby and gripped the handle. She pulled the handle open and peered inside.

Homura swore under her breath, that if she saw one more apricot she was going to throw this entire damn refrigerator out of the window. (Did she have the strength for that? Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t.)

…Okay, good, no apricots.

Homura grabbed a bag nearby (hold on, where did that even come from?) and opened it. She looked back into the refrigerator and decided to pour the majority of the food into the bag.

Hey, she needed this, she was going to be on the run for months probably, and this person could definitely afford more food, judging by the quality and state of the house.

She was so preoccupied with snatching the food that she failed to notice the person coming down the stairs.

A loud step and Homura looked to the side, her arm still outstretched as she stared at the person standing a few feet from her. She had messy pink hair that fell to her shoulders, her eyes were sleepy and tired, and she wore a simple white nightgown.

The both of them stared at each other as if someone had hit pause in a movie.

The universe hit play.

The pink-haired woman tilted her head to the side curiously. Homura’s mind flooded with thoughts as her brain jump-started and finally continued working properly. What would this woman do? Would she scream? Would she call the police? Oh hell no, the thought of getting arrested by the police was bad enough but if she were going to jail, please, please Lord don’t let her have a bed with Kyoko (scratch that- don’t let her be roommates with her even)! She’d much rather keel over and die than have that!

Her reaction was not what Homura was expecting at all. “Um…may I help you…?”

Homura blinked, the sound of the other woman’s voice slammed her back into reality (oh thank God). Wait, what? She was obviously robbing her fridge, and she was asking if she could help her? What?

The pink-haired woman rubbed her eyes and blinked a bit before she looked back at Homura, completely awake.

She looked at Homura, then looked at the refrigerator. She looked back at Homura again. And then she looked at her bag, which was stuffed with stolen food. Her stolen food. All the while, Homura was wondering if she should make a run for it.

The woman looked back at Homura. “Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat?”

Once again, Homura blinked. What was up with those questions? What was she thinking? And most of all, what the hell was going on here?

The pink-haired girl suddenly took a step forward. The abrupt movement alerted Homura and she twitched back, her grip on the bag tightening as she did so. The other girl’s eyes widened and she flung her hands up in the air. “Woah, woah! I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I promise.”

The girl hesitated, then stepped forward. For a quick second, Homura’s eyes darted in the direction of the door, still contemplating making a run for it. The pink-haired woman looked at the door as well and immediately understood what Homura’s intent was.

“Wait, wait, wait!” the pink-haired girl took more steps forward, immediately alerting Homura once more and her free hand instinctively darted for her pocket. The other girl seemed to realize what she was doing and stopped in place. “Wait…I promise I won’t hurt you, okay? If I do end up hurting you, you can feel free to do whatever you want with me. I promise. I won’t hurt you.”

Homura hesitated. She gripped the sleek handle of her gun in her pocket, finding comfort in the feeling. She eyed the girl, who had a concerned look in her eyes. Said girl scanned her, looking at her up and down before meeting her gaze again. “Um…sorry for asking this but…are you a criminal?”

Homura’s eyes went comically wide. Anyone could see the sparks coming from her head as her brain short-circuited.

What…What was the matter with this woman?! What kind of a question was that?! Is she a criminal!? Well obviously! She was robbing her fridge not five minutes ago! Was she drunk?! In that case, she could just knock herself unconscious and forget she ever saw someone robbing her fridge.

“…Is that a question?” Homura asked, raising an eyebrow as she stared at the pink-haired girl with a look that practically said “Are you drunk?”

A small blush appeared on the other girl’s face and she lowered her head, “W-Well…I mean, are you hiding from the police?” the girl raised her head, seemingly having regained her confidence. Homura hesitated. If she were to tell this undeniably crazy woman that she was indeed hiding from the police, wouldn’t she turn her in? Then again, how was she so calm? It was as if she dealt with this shit every day, and even that would be a crazy theory alone. Or perhaps this woman was just plain crazy. Or intensely drunk. It was probably the former, as she didn’t look drunk in the least.

But then… how was she supposed to answer that question? No? Then why in the world was she robbing her fridge? On the contrary, if she answered yes, this woman would definitely turn her in, and by God, she was not about to share a cell with Sakura Kyoko.

In the end, Homura stayed silent, due to being completely unable to answer the simple question.

The other woman looked at her, and when she realized that Homura wasn't answering, she decided to speak some more, “I’ll just… take that silence as a ‘yes’. In that case, since you’re on the run, why don’t you just stay in my house for the time being!” she beamed, clasping her hands together in delighted joy.

Meanwhile, Homura's mind screeched to a sudden halt as she processed the offer.

What…

WHAT?!

Why was this crazy pink-haired woman offering a stranger (not to mention a criminal, and she seems to see that very well) to stay at her home?! Homura took all her words back- this woman wasn’t insane, she was a psycho!

Homura was immediately pulled out of her thoughts (regarding the craziness of the woman before her) when said psycho woman ended up speaking again. “Since you’re going to stay here awhile, I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Kaname Madoka, but you can just call me Madoka!”

Now, Homura wasn’t a doctor or anything, not even close, but she could tell that this “Kaname” lady was suffering from a mental disorder. And just when she thought this couldn't get any crazier. First, she offered her to stay at her home, and now she was saying her name?! Homura was obviously a criminal, so why in the world was this woman helping her!!?? Who does that!? (This woman, apparently.)

“Well!” Hearing Kaname’s voice immediately snapped Homura out of her thoughts once again. She blinked and flinched away when she saw Kaname’s face right in front of her. Homura could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. Why did this girl look so cu- AH, SHUT UP HOMURA!!! Did you forget that this girl is a psycho?!

Kaname gently outstretched her arm and touched the bag Homura was still holding. Homura blinked again. She had completely forgotten the bag. “Do you mind if I take this back? I can’t prepare the food without it…”

Homura hesitated, unsure of how to react. She was an expert thief, hitman, and many more, but this… this wasn't something she knew how to deal with. Embarrassing as that sounded, it was unfortunately true.

So she simply let Kaname take the bag from her, with surprising gentleness that caused Homura’s mind to spiral into another wave of confused thoughts as she tried to figure this woman out. Homura had seen many, many weird things (yeah, that guy who brought a bathtub into his office and sang loudly while showering was certainly weird) but this took the cake.

Why was this woman being so kind to her? Who exactly was she? Was she trying to make her let down her guard and then attack? What was her motive?

There were so many “whys”, “whats” and whatnot coursing through her head. So many questions and very little answers. It was frustrating, to say the least. Not knowing what to expect or what would happen was extremely unnerving for Homura; it only made her heighten her guard further.

Kaname somehow came even closer to her in the blink of an eye. “Why don’t you sit down, hmm? Make yourself comfortable.” she smiled reassuringly. Homura couldn’t help but be startled by seeing her genuine smile and began fighting off a blush that was threatening to make itself known.

Kaname smiled once more and walked off with the bag in hand, before turning around and beckoning Homura to follow. Homura hesitated once more but ultimately decided to follow the pink-haired woman.

Homura sat down on the couch nearby, which Kaname had directed her to sit on. The latter had excused herself to get something and climbed the stairs. Homura found it perplexing how Kaname decided to leave her alone in her house, such a thing would be deemed stupid by the black-haired woman, as it meant that she was either brainless or she trusted a criminal to not steal or destroy anything. Either way, it was a very stupid and dangerous decision.

Granted, Kaname is a psycho, so she supposed it made sense.

The soft creaking of the stairs made Homura aware that Kaname was back. Just a few seconds later, the other woman came with a flat, rectangular box in her hand and sat down on the couch opposite Homura. She placed the box on the table in front of them and opened it. Inside was… a pizza.

Homura warily eyed the food, immediately noting herself to not eat it. Did the woman intend on poisoning her? Clever, but it wouldn’t work on her. It was a very common tactic that Homura had seen many times.

Kaname watched her quietly, looking at her and then at the pizza. “Um…it’s pizza. It’s edible.”

Her words made Homura’s eyebrows furrow as she looked away from the food and toward Kaname. She raised an eyebrow. “I can tell? It says ‘pizza’ on the box.”

The black-haired woman was left further confused when a soft blush appeared on the other woman’s face. The former felt slightly offended. She was a criminal, not an alien. She had seen pizzas many times in her life, god, this woman was crazy.

“So, um, why are you running from the police? What did you do?” Kaname asked, looking at Homura curiously. Homura eyed her suspiciously. What does she want with her? Surely she has a reason for keeping her here, away from the police. But that didn't make any sense. Why would she prevent a criminal from getting arrested by the police? Didn’t everyone want justice and all that crap?

Homura weighed her options. She could tell this woman but risk the chance of getting caught and arrested by the police. Or, she could not tell Kaname and still get arrested because she was – and the other one knows that – a criminal. Either way, there was a possibility of getting caught and arrested. In all honesty, the only reason why she was desperately trying to avoid the police was because she liked her freedom and because she didn’t want to share a cell with Kyoko (that was a nightmare come true) and not because she was afraid of the police. Really, the only thing anyone should be scared of is their dogs. Seriously, why aren’t they the police instead? The authorities looked like a pathetic bunch of pigs.

Wait, she was getting off track.

Homura shook her head. Well, since either way has a chance of her getting arrested, then why not tell her? Plus, if she did call the pigs on her, then she could simply run. Wasn’t that her original plan?

Homura sighed, “I am only on the run because my… accomplice messed up.” she, funnily enough, spat out the word “accomplice” as if it were a curse. The look Kaname was shooting her made her completely aware of that fact.

Kaname blinked rapidly. “Wait, so your friend… got caught by the police and now you’re on the run?”

Hmm, pretty smart for a psycho. But there was one thing she got wrong, very wrong, and it made Homura’s blood boil.

The black-haired woman tried not to growl. “She is not my friend.”

The venom in those words seemed to tip Kaname off. “Oh! Um, sorry.” she apologized, looking rather guilty and nervous.

Homura narrowed her eyes at the person across her. “So… who are you exactly?”

Kaname cocked her head to the side. It was a rather cute gesture but Homura chose to overlook it. “Um… I’m Kaname Madoka,” she muttered, her tone was filled with confusion.

“That is not what I meant,” Homura leaned in to get a proper memory of this woman’s face, just in case. “You know I’m a criminal, right?”

Kaname hummed in agreement and nodded slowly.

Homura was growing even more suspicious because of that answer. “So why are you letting me stay here? You do know this is a crime, right? Harboring a fugitive?”

Much to Homura’s bafflement, Kaname nodded again, her expression was relaxed and she seemed to be very calm despite hearing her words. For a second, Homura wondered if she hadn’t heard her correctly.

“I know,” Kaname stated, reaching over and grabbing a slice of pizza. She was completely unbothered and Homura nearly lost her entire composure just to scream in her face. Nearly.

Homura tried to keep her voice calm and unwavering. She nearly managed to do so. “Then why are you letting me stay here? Aren’t you afraid of the police?”

Again, being afraid of the police was justifiable but she was completely convinced that people were only scared of them because of their huge and intimidating guns. Seriously, Homura was sure that without their firearms the pigs would be powerless.

Kaname hummed and leaned back in such a carefree manner that automatically reminded Homura of Kyoko (damn it). “Ehh… no, not exactly. In all honesty, I’m not that afraid of them, but I wouldn’t like to insult them.”

Homura raised an eyebrow. This girl was certainly an interesting one. She agreed with her on all parts but the last. Homura wouldn’t give a damn about insulting anyone there (seriously, she insulted more than fifty of them and got away with it successfully). It was quite fun anyway.

“So, you��re willing to help a criminal? Is this your first time doing this?” Homura questioned, her voice completely monotone.

Kaname placed a finger to her chin and started tapping it as if she were in thought. “Well, no, this is my first time but I’m used to criminals.”

Homura shot her a suspicious and disbelieving look. “What do you mean by ‘used to criminals’?”

“Don’t tell anyone but…” Kaname leaned in and curled her hand to cover her mouth, an expression used when someone would share a secret. “My mother’s part of the yakuza.”

With that said, Kaname leaned back on her couch and took another slice of pizza. Meanwhile, Homura’s eyes went wide as she stayed frozen in shock. Anyone could literally see the gears turning in her head as she tried to process that information. Kaname eyed her with mild amusement and concern.

So, her mother is part of the yakuza? Huh, small world. She’s the daughter of a criminal speaking to a fellow criminal. Well, she supposed that made sense, considering that her daughter was a literal psycho.

…Wait, part of the yakuza?

Didn’t she, Kyoko, and Mami rob from the yakuza once? A family from the yakuza? How much did they steal again? Twenty-thousand five-hundred thirty-six yen, right? Fuck, that was a huge amount! And weren't the yakuza very angry afterward? Wait a minute, what if Kaname was part of that family? For fuck’s sake, she couldn’t remember the name of the family. Don’t the yakuza hold grudges? For sure they’d want her dead which means…

Homura gulped and looked around the house, eyes frantically searching for something. “You…don’t have any guns in here somewhere, by any chance?”

“No.”

“Oh thank God.”

“I find guns repulsive. If I ever want to subdue someone, I’d break their neck.” Kaname smiled calmly, a smile that subconsciously reminded Homura of Mami whenever she’d get angry. “It’s cleaner that way.”

Was it just her, or was it getting hot in here? Homura felt the urge to fan herself but resisted it. She could feel a sweatdrop forming at the base of her forehead.

Don’t get her wrong, she completely agreed with Kaname, although she honestly preferred guns when it came to subduing others. Snapping their neck was certainly going to be very clean (Mami tended to do that sometimes) but Homura didn’t want to entertain the notion of having her own neck snapped.

“It’s kind of late now, isn’t it?” Kaname asked, directing her attention to the clock on the wall behind her. It was now 3:45 in the morning. Wow… that’s long. Kaname turned back to her, a cheerful smile on her face. “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? You can take the guest room.”

A deep feeling of unease pooled in her gut. Uhh… she didn’t think she wanted to stay here any longer (she did not want to have her neck snapped in her sleep) but if she didn’t agree, wouldn’t she be attacked? Oh wait, she forgot her gun was still with her. Right, she could use that if she gets endangered. Why does she keep forgetting this stuff?

Kaname stood up from her seat, the sudden action startling Homura from her thoughts. “Here, why don’t I show you where it is…” Kaname looked back at Homura, smiling at her encouragingly. Homura hesitated, but realized that she still had a chance to escape even if she accepted. So she did.

Kaname led her up the stairs and continued walking through the hallway. There were five rooms and Homura wondered if anyone else lived here. Nevertheless, she continued following Kaname, taking in every detail of the rooms and the hallways as well as possible escape routes if necessary.

Kaname led her to the fourth door, and spun around on her heel to face Homura. “Well, this is your room!” she beamed cheerfully, her words and attitude were somewhat similar to those hotel attendants showing their guest to their room. “Sweet dreams~”

And just like that, Kaname smiled at her before walking to her room. She waved at Homura before she entered her own room. Homura blinked as soon as the door shut. Was she seriously entrusting the entire house to her? She was leaving her alone…

Homura shrugged it off and simply chose to enter the room Kaname showed her.

It was neat inside, well-kept, and the bed was completely white but it looked rather comfy. There was a window nearby and that was the first thing Homura approached.

She scanned the window, turning the lock and opened it. Good, good, she could use this to escape…

She closed the window but locked it again. She didn’t want any assassins to come in and murder her in her sleep.

And then she turned her attention to the large bed. It was weirdly enticing, and Homura figured it was because of how tired she felt. Sleeping here, in a stranger’s home, not to mention a stranger connected to the yakuza of all groups, felt so very wrong. It didn’t sit well with her in the least, and the part of her that kept her alive was screaming to leave this instant. But she was so tired, she wasn’t sure if she could last a few more hours dodging the police. Kyoko took a huge toll on her mental health, that was for sure.

Homura let out a deep sigh and reluctantly walked to the bed. She sat down on it and immediately fell back down. Fine, she would sleep, just for tonight…

And as soon as the sun comes out, she was out of this place.

💤 💤 💤

…She’s been here for two days. Why was she still still here, again?

🕰️ 🕰️

Three days. She should really get out of here soon…

🏡 🔜

Day eight… it was raining now, she couldn’t leave…

🌧️ ☔️

What day was it now? Madoka – she insisted on being called like that – was far too hospitable to her. The police had patrolled the previous day and ended up asking Madoka if she saw her. Much to Homura’s surprise, Madoka said that she didn’t know. When asked why, the pink-haired woman said that they were friends. She didn’t really agree… but Madoka was indeed very kind.

⏱️ ⏱️ ⏱️

(LOL, timeskip because I don’t know how to end this damn thing, forgive me 🤣)

…Homura didn’t know what was going on when one morning, she opened the door and found a Sakura Kyoko standing on the porch together with some blue-haired girl.

This… this girl wasn’t Kyoko. No, Kyoko was in jail, there was no way she could be here…right? Yeah, she wasn’t here, her mind was just playing tricks on her. This was probably just a hallucination. Yes, that was it, a hallucination nothing more…

She wished she hadn’t lived this long because soon enough, the hallucination of Kyoko revealed that it was actually Sakura Kyoko: her shouting, her attitude, her fucking face and her voice all screamed Kyoko.

That day would be the worst day of her life, because Kyoko had the brilliant idea to bring over Tomoe Mami. Why did it have to be Mami? Ugh, here we go again…

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AAAAAAAAHHH, I finally finished it! Wow! This is literally my first ever completed fanfic (fan-fanfic?)! Wow, this is amazing!

Ahem, anyways! For a few clarifications:

For anyone that didn’t understand the apricot scene, it’s rather simple! Remember how hostile Homura is to Kyoko, then cue this in: Kyoko means apricot in English, at least with the kanji used as stated in Kyoko’s etymology profile. I hope I explained everything, if anyone has more confusion then feel free to ask!

Also, I really apologize for the very anti-climactic ending, I’m not the best at endings, mainly because I haven’t completed any fic yet, LOL. This is my first.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! You should also check out Fremde’s story if you ever read this one as well. I really hope you liked it, Fremde!

Oh, of couse, comments and feedback are deeply appreciated! If there is any criticism, please share it in a polite and nice manner. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed! (me ignoring the fact that I won’t get a single comment or like–)

TIMESTAMP

Started: December 6, 2023

Completed: December 22, 2023

Total of days: 17 days (counting Dec 6)

#A gift to my friend Fremde!!#Hope you like it…#LOTS OF CURSE WORDS BEWARE #LOL anticlimactic ending #Fremde if Homura and/or Madoka is OOC here tell me immediately #Homura is such a useless lesbian #puella magi madoka magica #Akemi Homura #Kaname Madoka #Sakura Kyoko (mentioned)#Tomoe Mami (mentioned)

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