Hello! My first full Madoka Magica fanfic and it's a bunch of drabbles. I thought it would be fun and adorable to write and some way to start my morning. These will be for the most part plotless and will grow longer as time goes by. Four will be released every two weeks, much like this. Well, I don't have very much to say so let me know how the concept works! Thanks!

1. Deadbeat

Luck was something he just did not have.

The albino looked at the letter of dismissal with nothing less than annoyance, though it barely registered on his pretty face. He had only punched one guy, honest. Apparently punks weren't allowed to get what they deserved from cashiers. At least the guy couldn't sue. How was he going to tell Mom? She could barely pay for the apartment.

He sighed, almost throwing his backpack at a lamppost. "Kyaa!"

Uh… what? A woman was stepping back, holding the side of her face. Mentally he groaned. "I-I'm so sorry…"

Today officially sucked.

2. Stupor

What was she going to do?

The place was a mess. She couldn't teach the kids anything before elementary school. The new semester started tomorrow even. No supplies, no lesson plans, and at least twenty kids waiting at her shack door. And worst of all…

Smack!

She screamed and a smaller male was staring her in the face. Tiny, weedy, an almost snow white child with an odd little plastered smile and red eyes like cherries. He apologized, voice nervous and downtrodden yet his face never changed. Rather like a child, she thought fondly. He kept staring and she jumped.

"It's all right…" she murmured, a dazed idea forming in the deep recesses of her tired mind. Maybe… if someone joined her.

3. Carrion

"M-Miss…. Are you feeling all right?"

Seriously man, this was totally creeping him out. He smiled at everything and this woman was okay with being bumped into, by a kid even. Maybe she was a shotacon or something… heheh weird.

"O-Oh yes, I'm all right," the woman replied gently. She looked down at the papers strewn by her feet. He looked at them with confusion, seeing papers with lessons and schedules. Hurriedly the woman scrambled for them, anxious and dismayed. He stood back to give her space, anxiously shifting from foot to foot and almost tripping on his tattered pants. "Is something wrong?"

He jumped. "Oh… no, no, I just… need to get home… have to start applying to work again… you know, the little things." The young man laughed it off until he saw her smile rather blankly. "Ma-Ma'am?"

"You need a job?" Uh-oh, incoming come on, incoming come on. Retreat! Retreat!

"Y-Yes…"

The woman clapped her hands together. "That's wonderful! As it so happens, I need a helper in the afternoons. What's your name?"

"Norikawa… Kimino… or… Kyubey sometimes…" The boy wasn't entirely sure where the nickname had come from. It was probably an insult. Probably. He didn't ask anyone. Kyubey stared blankly at this odd woman, who bounded excitedly into her purse and pulled out a card. Stuffing it into his hands, the woman grinned.

"Great! Norikawa-kun we start tomorrow! Be there on time!" She danced away without waiting for a response. "I can't wait to tell Junko~ Time for a drink, a drink!"

Then she was gone and young Kyubey sighed.

"Well," he thought aloud. "At least I won't be broke anymore."

4. Dinner

"I'm home."

His voice echoed on the walls, muffled by the sound of sizzling and an old television playing the news. Yet his mother showed herself incredibly quickly. Kanna had the ears of a rabbit, Kimino mused, the joke never getting old. Her dark hair was stiff and tangled, a sign of a missed shower, yet she was still able to smile at her lanky son. "Hey sweetie," she greeted warmly, walking to kiss him on his white forehead. "How's my bunny doing?"

"I thought I was a ferret," he whined playfully, toeing off his shoes.

She smiled and went back into the kitchen. "Same thing."

"It is not!" he shouted at her with a smile, almost making the walls rattle. The day's events rushed back to him at the sound and he flushed. "Uh… Mom?"

"Hmm?" Kimino fidgeted as he entered his kitchen, or rather the kitchen area. It was a small place, with most of the room taken up by a foldable table. He sat on a stool, swinging his lanky legs back and forth. Her red eyes, the only physical feature he had obtained from her, were soft with anxiety. Her son didn't stutter or hesitate or even fidget around her unless something was wrong. He knew better. Any offspring of this area who knew the Norikawa name knew better. So she put the pan down and let the vegetables sizzle. "Kimino." Her eyes hardened quickly into ruby red coals and Kanna clapped her thin hands onto his bony shoulders, scowling with a fierce mother bear glare.

He mumbled something and without hesitation, she shook her child, like a cat holding a misbehaving kitten. "Ki-MI-no, talk. Now."

"Y-Yes ma'am." Kyubey let out a little sigh. "M-Mom… the flower shop fired me." She stepped back and raised a tweezed eyebrow, the harsh stare not leaving his face. "But a woman offered me a job a few minutes ago."

Her foot tapped and Kimino cringed, waiting for the wrath of Moms to come down on his white head. Then she turned away, back to the almost burning stir-fry. "I'm going with you. Now wash up, dinner will be done soon."

Her son skittered away meekly. "Y-Yes ma'am."