HomuQB V2.0

HomuQB From 2014
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With the gentle hands caressing its head, patting to and fro side by side, the smooth white sheen of luscious smoothness were oft jovial to her.
 Lifting the petite little creature with both hands, she smiled a little on the side. A smile that she never knew she would experience it in all of her wildest imaginations and ludicrous probabilities.
 She placed the creature closer to her chest. Its warmth. Its gentle warmth that emanates signifies a compassionate essence never before existed in its void of a wake. A warmth that had only sparked recently that startled even more than it should.
 Her arms clenched the little being tightly in a hug. Though only one of them had the heart to fully enjoy this physical signification of mutual compassion, she can feel it deep down with intuition's advice such feelings will resonate into that void and give it life.
 "Homura-chan, is this feeling. This warmth. This... strange experience that emerges from the shadow of my logical compliance. Is this what you humans refer to as the emotion of love?"
 "Yes, my little one. The instinct to care for another individual both mind and body. That is what we call as love" tightening her grasp on the white coated creature, Homura felt warm trickles of sentimentality escaping her once stoic mask of cold rejection.
 "I question. How do you properly express in highest gratitude such mutual emotion of caressing towards individuals?" the vile creature demands the young girl an answer in the most curious of tone.
 "Kyubey, let me tell you this. You are an 'Incubator' is it not? Now please, let me show you my purest form of requisite and raw emotions by letting me be the incubator to your child" as she answered, Homura felt soft sheen on her lips as her eyes shuts slowly.

It has been three years after their first confession of each other's dedication towards one another.
    Though at first, the mutual depth with the sharing of feelings deep down one's soul and heart was only one sided with only the girl expressing her desire of intimation plus adoration with careful sensitivity to which not too instill fear or worrisome in her loved one's mind.
    Though months later, such resentful actions were no longer necessary. As the seed in her womb grows and gains life under the loving embrace of its mother, so too the pseudo-heart of its father.
    Each night that follows in the cradle of sleep, the silky white creature would rest itself directly above its partner's abdomen as if to listen to the unborn progeny's every movement. A movement that signifies a success for the future.
    Every turns and bumps inside its home of loving warm flesh signifies more and more life being poured into the growing child. A suffix reason to ensure credibility to the couple's close relationship.
    With each increase in fraction of the child's mass, so too the father's ‘heart.’ 'Twas a time when the Incubator known as Kyubey quoted with assurance that the expression and understanding of emotion was nothing more than to be regard as a dysfunction of one's psyche by its race.
    But with each night of detecting the resonating aura of reaction's unknown, something grew along it inside Kyubey. No, it was not such thing termed as ‘paternal instinct’. It was more than that. Something that sparked it to care due to its weakness and worth its pride from its strength.
    The growing sensation was not to be afraid of as the Incubator thought. For every single niche and factors exists in the cosmos under the laws of nature for reasons beyond fathomable even by its civilisation.
    Months passed as the small white cosmic being reassured itself over its partner's expanding and absurdly sentimentality inducing physique by the conceiving of the spawn in herself.
    The growing sensation of unknown instincts brimmed to the fullest beyond to what even the Incubator can contain. It was the day when the fully grown prodigy was brought into the living world thrusted from the embracing safety of its mother's internal cradle.
    Was it going mad or has its views and perceptions of the universe changed entirely under the past few months? Either way, the Incubator had only one thought in mind; it is time to take responsibility for future ideals and success.
“It is an achievement. Though I am still questioning be it an achievement to be proud of.” slowly crawling over to the cloth wrapped child in its mother's safe arms, Kyubey questions its logic and decisions that built up to this point.
    “What is it that you really need to question? There is no need to beg such silly things, my sweet. It was only from our efforts up to this point this fruit of ‘labour’ had arrive to our care. If something did resonates from within you as you told me before, then let that express itself by raising our little one together with every way we can.” though her voice was weak and frail with pain, fatigue and wary synergises in every intonation from her delivarence of her progeny, Homura's words were enough to pierce the last wall that blockades the resonance of unfathomable feelings inside her husband's subconscious self.
    For all that eternity of striving on the path of amoral choices, it was the few months prior that impaled its mind with reasons that masquerade through a myriad of blind pictures despised.
    ‘What was it meant to hold morals? What was it meant to be immoral? How does the ambiguity of the amoral fit in between these? And what do emotions and instincts play as a vital role under these circumstances’ and the questions continue on forward through a vector of macabre trials that propagates on the sea of philpsophy's plane.
    Nevertheless, it was questions of these properties that better be left in the abyss of schizothemic indulgence, leftovers of its archaic luciferous seeksorrow of its inner philophunculists' affair.
    But now, it is time to swallow the reality that supports and uphold the current reality.
    Reaching itself closer to its sleeping spawn, Kyubey curled itself up onto a position above the little progeny where its facial features illuminates with a vivid hue into the photographic memories of its father.
    “Ho-Homura-chan, I ask you. What sort of naming shall this one be entitled with for its identification?” with a constant gaze of immobile expression, the creature asked its partner.
    “‘Her’, love. It's a she” softly she cooed, Homura reestablished the Incubator's perception. “If, you insist on being curious, I'll let it slip by. ‘Marie’. I'm calling her ‘Marie’. How do you find that name?”
    “Though happiness and gratitude is not exactly the term appropriate” said Kyubey with a slow monotonic sustained voice “I agree wholly with your decision. From this moment onwards her name shall be so.”
A calm waft of air flows across the wide open summer glade. With each passing intervals of currents, waves upon waves of oscillation through the greenish hills of foliage cast an image of nature's complexion.
    The radiating image made a backdrop perfect for such an occasion for a well planned family oriented gathering.
    For such a gathering is what being undergo currently by a household of three.
    Skipping through the evergreen with no sorrow's grasp as a liberated heart of jovial incandescence the little girl merrily went. With enough speed the little ball of youth leaped gracefully towards an overgrowth of downy soft flowers, letting a hearty giggle as she rolled out of the petal-made beds.
    “Wooooo! There are more pretty flowers over there! Weeeee!” as she leaped onto another patch of yellow and orange, enthusiastic shrieks accompany her laughs.
    In a quick notion the girl popped from beneath an overgrowth, petals and leaves clutter on her face and hair. Shaking the foliage off herself, the girl noticed a tall mature looking figure moving closer towards her.
    “Momma!” she cried with a smile with her soft sheen of flopping ears waves with the wind.
    “Now, now, Marie-chan. Don't go around running like that. You might hurt yourself. Oh no, look at that smudge on your face.” Strolling closer to her daughter, the woman named Homura Akemi went downward's to her daughter's level. Pulling the sleeves of her sundress, proceeds to clean the dirt off Marie's face.
    “Oh! Stop it, momma. I'm clean already” pulling herself away from her mother, the little girl looked upwards to the sky in acute reflex. To her surprised, she awed at the sight of the clouds floating through the clear bluish sky. “Momma look! That cloud looks like a bug!” with her right index finger, she pointed shakily at a formation in the sky. A white rounded cotton shape of a cumulus with six emergence etching by the sides.
    “Yes it does. Look at how pretty it is.” Homura shift her gaze and exchanged glances with her daughter, saying “You know what else is pretty?”
    “What is it, mommy?” asked the girl in response.
    “You are silly, you little bundle of squishy!” stretching her arms outwards, Homura grabbed Marie in a single swoop. Bringing her close to her chest for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
    “Heehee, momma! I'm not squishy, I'm just soft boned.” exclaimed the girl as her mother placed her back on the ground.
    As she shook her hair around, the girl began to toy with her floppy ears. Waving the soft warm fleshy ribbons around, stuffing them closer to her face before nibbling the edges with wide opened eyes.
    “Don't do that, you might hurt yourself!” exclaimed Homura as she lowered her posture to correct her daughter. Brushing her hair, Homura said “do you want to stay and play with the flowers while mommy go get the picnic basket?”
    Inhaling a long breath, Marie gleefully smiled and agreed to her mother's decision.
    “Then be a good little girl and don't go too far from here or mommy will get worrried. Remember, bad little girls eaten by witches!” Homura said with a stern expression but a wicked smile stretched apart.
    “Awhhhh, momma. That story's not scary anymore every time you say it. After all, if there are any scary monsters, momma and papa will come and protect me, right?” asked the girl in confusion.
“Hihi. Of course we do, dear. Now go on and have fun.” Homura answered as she watched her daughter running through the green and flower filled glade.
    With the picnic basket in her arm and a parasol in another, Homura prepared a site beneath the shade of a willow tree on top of a hill amongst the wide plain of grass, flowers and trees. The view was breathtaking as leaves and petals flutter about the air like living insects in the wafting ambience.
    From the high ground, the woman could see far and wide through the vista of enticing calmness. Among the view she could see her daughter not further away from her designated site, safely frolicking in cheerfulness without a doubt.
    “Absorbing the prestigious portrait of the terrain are you not, Homura-chan?” a voice echoed from behind Homura. There was no doubt whom the source of the dialogue was.
    “How long have you been standing there?” asked Homura without hesitation. The shadow a small figure waving its tail could be seen in the corner of her eyes.
    “Long enough to see her being cared for by the successful maternal figure in front of me” crawling towards her in a few paces with its ears flowing in the winds, the white coated creature sat by Homura's side. “To kickstart by your own words, yes, I did not hesitate to call yourself as successful.”
    “Nevertheless, if it were not for your care and nurture, the seed that you call as ‘humanity’ would sprout naught in her. An achievement that you had been blessed with under remarkable circumstances, Homura-chan, my partner.” said Kyubey, as it stared back at the waving fields with its deep crimson eyes of unknown cosmic bliss.
    True to its words were truths about, yet the truth was a hard concept to grasp. For it was contained within a small cage of limited perception gilded by the unknown yet painful blisters of fate, probabilities and providence.
    “You said so as if I was the one who came on top gloriously. Don't forget you contributed too and your refusal to acknowledge it made you forgot.” Homura said clearly with a smile as she sat next to the albino and crimson hued being. Patting its head in succession afterwards.
    “I cannot understand your logic. Why would you remark such words about me? What proof of reconcile would you have to back such claims?” staring at Homura with a quiet gesture, Kyubey bids a question to its wife.
    “Haha, aren't you the little skeptic I know and love. I can still remember all those nights in my sleep, you'd come to lie above me to be with me and sense her every gesture. Though at first you questioned it, you knew deep down you were counting the days to her arrival as to answer that one question” Homura paused and slowly, she brought Kyubey into her cradling arms and closer to her. “‘Am I worthy enough?’, that was the question.”
    It could not defy yet it could not accept. For her reason was one that tied strings together but yet it was hard to held within its mental palm. The Incubator may have not yet grasp and experience thoroughly the emotional concept of the subconscious psyche, but recent developments catalysed thoughts that never had crossed its mind.
    “Homura…” Kyubey said slowly as if the words left its nonexistant telepathic tongue with exponential resistance. Kyubey turned towards Homura's face and attempt to withold back a barrage of opposing facade.
    The Incubator inched closer in its spouse's view. Slowly it reached Homura's face a laid its head on her's. With each other's lips touching exchanging soft warmth. A kiss.
    An act that had never crossed the creature's thoughts. An act that it knew was conceived by numerous human civilisation and culture as a gesture of exchanging emotions apart.
    Most of the time in these acts, the emotion of love. An emotion that had never been exchanged by the Incubator's lifetime of emotionless void of cold decadence. Especially with its human spouse.
    “Kyubey… you… ” Homura stuttered to say a word. But finally at last, she managed to grab that dangling piece of trust and not let it go. Her chance to go into the heart if this being that was once seen as different, apart, drifting and alien.
    “I… love you too” she could not hold it back, moisture was dangling with caressing vibrance from her eyes as she held the Incubator tightly.
    “Homura…” as the tears dropped onto its head with an increasing rhythm with sobs in each intervals, Kyubey felt as if something broke. And it could never be mended back.
    Though flower fortunes were not of her favourite things to do with its superstitious application, Marie did find solace plucking each petal, humming to every movements in a waltz of her own composure.
    The last of the flower's remains was plucked away, leaving an empty remnants of the foliage on the ground, waiting for its future to return to the soil.
    Erecting herself slowly, the little girl stretched her arms outwards with a squeel. She was getting tired and wished to head back to her parents.
    If she could remember, she sworned that she saw her mother under the willow tree across the field.
    But who was that that was standing a few feet from her? One who is overlooking the glade in a gloomy aura enveloping her figure.
    For a child of her experience, she would believe that figure to be someone harmless and better yet, friendly and acceptable of her presence.
    Would believe.
    That's when she went too close for comfort and made out the figure's full physical detail. A shocking expression twisted with curiousity's enthalpy grasped her hard.
    The figure of sort looked uncannily similar in appearance to her mother. Yet the difference being that she is oft younger age, wearing a beige dress of laced black, purple and white. Also, from a glance, a small round metal device akin to a shield on her left arm.
    The little girl thought this occurence must had been a trick of the eye. An illusion of sort planned by her parents to prank her as they often do at home.
    Walking closer to her, Marie murmured slowly. “Momma?”
    In a quick glance, the figure lunged towards her with a quick ample force. The little girl was pinned against the ground, eyes shut.
    It was when she opened her eyes she saw it. The pitch black void of cold metal and looming mortality. The barrel of a firearm. Loaded and primed to bring about her end.
    As she looked down, the young woman, whose looks are that of her mother albeit younger and with an air of dread and grief emanating from her radial silhouette, said to her with a grin.
    “Sorry to disappoint you. But I'm not exactly your mother. Not in this world.”