"...and then Mami yelled at us and while she was yelling, Kyoko snuck up behind her and grabbed the box of pocky right out of her hands!" Madoka giggled.
I was watching her, but wasn't really listening until the end when I suddenly realized she had been telling me a story. Placing a hand over my mouth, I gave a polite laugh, hoping she wouldn't notice my spacing out. She did.
"Homura, you missed the beginning of that story, didn't you."
"No, no, I heard it. I was listening."
"Okay, then, how did it start?"
I was at a loss for words and she knew it.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong."
"Hmmm..." she pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowing.
Don't make that face. "You have to smile, Madoka." I forced one myself, before reaching over to stroke her hair gently.
She paused for a moment, before breaking into a friendly smile.
"You up for fighting some wraiths tonight, Homura?"
Oh, that's right. I had forgotten where I was, seated in the dark on the flowered hill that overlooked our city. It had been dark a few hours now, and was the perfect time for fighting the wraiths.
"Sure. Are Mami and the others coming as well?"
"No. Just us two." She said, and stood, turning to face me. Her pink hair was elegantly tied up, flowing softly with the breeze. Pink eyes sparkled as she held out her hand for me. "Let's go."
I smiled and took her hand, standing. "I wouldn't want anything more."
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Color of Love
FanfictionA series of very short stories, told from the point of Akemi Homura, describing her life as a newly born demon, and mostly importantly, her love for Kaname Madoka. This is a post-Rebellion Madoka Magica fanfic. Written in my spare time. Usually upd...
