Greetings friends and loyal followers if you guys are still following a seemingly dead writer. I bring to you, yet another story that occured to me spontaneously. I give my apologies who desperately want me to finish The Six Days and Hex, but you will have to wait. I do have a chapter written for both of them, but I am just not confident in their quality, and I know fanfiction readers are intelligent people who want substance in the material. So hopefully I'll have them out soon, but for not, I hope you enjoy this story.


Part 1

Kamijou Touma and a certain middle school girl, Misaka Mikoto, were walking down a street in Academy City together. It had been about a month since they first began seeing each other as more than friends. Yes, it is true, a fleeting amount of romantic feelings had entered their relationship. As rocky as that might turn out to be, the people around them seem to think they're meant for each other. Although, the actual pair have yet to see eye to eye with that sort of idealism. As of right now, the progress made with their level of intimacy was a simple, yet in their case, overly-complicated hug. Truly, only these two could make such a task that difficult. Yet, the two have gone through hell and back with each other. While one is saving the world by him or herself, the other is always in mind. Their thoughts are one, but they just can't seem to get their actual heads together. It's unfortunate, or as our shonen-type protagonist likes to call it…

"Fukouda…"

"What now…?" Mikoto groaned back.

"I'm actually not too sure… It just occurred to me that I should say. I minus as well say it in advanced. Something awful is bound to happen to me soon anyways."

"Honestly, how can you keep going on like that? Your deadpan attitude is starting to even get to me a little."

"Ah? C'mon, you're around me enough at this point that I'm literally and physically a magnet for unfortunate things. For example, last night, you were there. I got electrocuted by something other than you for a change because the wires on the TV got exposed. This morning, that waitress spilled that pitcher of water all over me. And just before we started going on this walk, I got a text from my dad saying I'd have to cut my expenses in half this month because he's saving up for something."

"Keh, you're just focusing too much on the negativity. Crappy things happen to everyone all the time, you just spend too much time paying attention to them."

"Maybe that's just because more positive things happen to you on a regular basis…"

"Hmmm… Well, maybe you could consider this as something as positive."

"Eh?"

Mikoto elbowed him gently in the rib.

"An Oujou-sama such as myself being seen walking around with someone like you. Such a thing is a rarity. Me, #3 Level 5, Tokiwadai's ace can't be seen walking around with just anyone y'know."

"Eh… You're just blowing yourself up more than you should be." Touma put his elbow on top of her head, using it like an arm rest. "You're not that special. I mean. How many matches did it take for you to actually beat me? Plus, you're just in middle school. I'm older than you making me your upper classman. Didn't your parents teach you some manners and to respect your elders?"

"Oi oi!" Mikoto shook her head and knocked away his arm. "You never once actually defeated me in a real fight, so that technically makes us 1-0, me. And knowing how much makeup work you have from all those classes you missed, you're probably going to be in highschool forever."

"….that last part is unfortunately probably going to be true…."

"Hey, don't get all gloom-and-doom again, I was just joking!"

"No, no, its ok… I, Kamijou Touma, must accept this as my fate."

"Well… Mikoto-sensei has finished your homework before, so maybe be grateful she's here with you?"

"…true true."

"…Anyways, speaking about special… Can I ask you something…? It's sort of stupid, but… I mean… Cause we're y'know… I just kinda w-wanted to know this…"

"Hmmm?"

"Yknow my sisters… There's over 100,000 of them left all around the world. But… there's still so many of them. All with my face and body walking around. I'm glad and thankful they're all alive and allowed to live lives of their own, but if someone were to look at one of them, they'd easily mistaken them for me. And who would criticize them for that, I mean it's totally understandable-…"

"If you mean to ask me if I would ever get you confused with one of your clones, the answer is no."

Mikoto grew vibrantly red.

"Don't be stupid. You are you. Your sisters are your sisters. There's a world of a difference between you and them. Yeah you might look the same, and from first glance it might be hard to tell you two apart, but there's no mistake in identifying who you are because there's only one of you in existence. Your sisters will lead lives on their own thanks to you, and that will let them become whoever they can be."

A feeling in Mikoto's chest expanded; however, one thought persisted.

"What if… the person they become… is exactly like me?"

Kamijou Touma didn't respond, but instead stopped in his tracks, wrapped an arm around Mikoto's shoulder and pulled her in closer to him. Mikoto felt her head bump into his chest and blushed slightly. Although these moments were rare and still needed getting used to, Mikoto let out a sigh and accepted the embrace.

You're right…. I shouldn't ask such stupid things….


"Good morning Dr. Takeda"

A young woman in a lab coat around her 30's with long hair tied into a tight bun walked into a lab room.

"Good morning Machi"

"How are the vectors coming along?"

"The hosts are excellent vessels for the delivery of the virus, and I think we can begin to move on to a clinical test"

Dr. Takeda picked up a glass box filled with tiny insects commonly known to annoy hikers and disrupt night time activities.

"Here are the mosquitos. It's better if they're in your hands rather than mine… I'm getting too old to be doing this by myself."

"Sure thing Dr."

Machi took the box and headed out the room into a long hallway. She reached another door at the end and leaned her chest towards a scanner so her ID card could be identified. A green flash emitted from the top and the sliding doors opened for her to enter. A cold gust of frigid air blew past her face and she entered the room. The line where the door slid open and the room she was no inside were distinctly different given the secured room was covered in frost. Machi's body immediately began shivering slightly as a natural response to the cold surroundings. She then took the box of bioengineered virus-ridden mosquitos and attempted to placed them on a shelf, but her hands were already numb from the cold and couldn't feel that the glass box was already slipping from her fingers. Soon enough, the box was shattered on the floor, and the mosquitos were free to fly around the room. Of course, mosquitos naturally dislike the cold and the mass of them hovering in the air dispersed into different directions. Most of them disappeared into the vents above. In order to more efficiently refrigerate the cold storage area, hot air was sucked out from the top of the room and blown outside the building, while cold air was generated by endothermic processes much like those in the AC of cars. What this really meant was many of the mosquitos were free to leave the building, out of containment and into the open space of Academy City.

Machi looked at the shattered glass and then to the mass of mosquitos that just escaped.

"Shit"

Then, a faint black buzzing dot landed on her neck, and stuck its long blood sucking tongue into her skin.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the streets of Academy City, Misaka 10032 was taking a routine stroll. According to the Dr. taking care of her and 9 of the other clones staying at the hospital, she was beginning to develop her own unique personality and her physical body was now stable and no longer needed the support of drugs. Essentially, she was almost a completely "normal" person. On the other hand, her speech pattern still seemed to be something none of the Dr.'s or Professors could break. They even brought in several speech pathologists to see if they could crack the strict pattern, but nothing seemed to work. Some even began to wonder if they just preferred to speak that way, and that it's not an unstoppable habit. Most importantly; however, was the development of their personalities. Chemical differences and electrical discharges in their brains in response to different stimuli confirmed the researchers' theories. Hence, the routine strolls through Academy City was one of the activities Misaka 10032 genuinely enjoyed doing on her own. Her response to the Gekota looking Dr. as to why she particularly enjoyed these strolls was, "Because it feels right." According to Gekota Dr. that was a perfectly acceptable answer.

Today, Misaka 10032 had decided to take a stroll through a park that was home to a rather infamous vending machine.

"Logic is not always necessary to answer all of life's questions. We're humans, not robots. We need emotions too, says Misaka as she recalls her conversation with Dr. while speaking to herself solemnly…"

She gently played with the heart shaped necklace she received from a certain someone.

Just then, she heard someone call her name out from behind. Someone with the exact same voice as hers.

"Hey! What're you doing here?"

"Onee-sama? I'm just taking a walk because I felt like it, says Misaka explaining her current task."

"Hmmm? That's new. I don't see you walking around this part of town very often… Come to think of it… This is actually where you first encountered him."

"That is correct… says Misaka…"

"Sigh… It's been quite some time since then… and also quite some time from… nevermind… anyways, you look well."

"Yes. The Dr. says there is a vast improvement in our abilities to process emotional information and that our cell growth and deterioration has been stabilized, explains Misaka promptly."

"But they still couldn't get rid of that weird speech pattern of yours could they…"

"What weird speech pattern?"

Misaka Mikoto lifted one eyebrow in curiosity.

In the midst of their conversation. A swarm of mosquitos descended upon the two identical teenage girls.

"EEEEEEEEEEGHGH?!"

Mikoto froze in horror whilst Misaka imouto silently (and unshowingly) froze in fear. Fear of insects was one of Misaka Mikoto's worst weaknesses, and unfortunately since her clones were based on her, they share many aspects of her characteristics. In this case, an intense fear of insects (and arachnids, but to her they're all the same).

Finally, after a few seconds, Mikoto's fight or flight instinct kicked in, and sparks of electricity shot out from her bangs in every which direction knocking out a few mosquitos out of the air like a giant insect zapper. Unfortunately, sending precision bolts of electricity isn't exactly the best method for taking out a large area of blood thirsty insects, and the mass of mosquitos was quickly closing in. Mikoto and Misaka Imouto shot electricity into the air and swatted their arms aimlessly and tried to run out of the park, but their attempts were futile. Mosquitos landed on both of them, and in their frantic dismay, their heads knocked into each other rather hard, and both of them fell to the ground.


Part 2

"Machi-san! Machi-san! Wake up Machi-san!"

.Machi-san?...

Machi cracked her eyes open weakly into a blinding flickering light. Her vision eventually focused to see that it was actually a flashlight and above her were the various faces of her colleagues looking down at her. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness swept her back and she fell backwards towards the floor again.

"Careful! You've just woke up after the bite. Don't try anything too hasty!" A voice said from somewhere in the crowd of people.

"We haven't even begun the clinical trials on humans yet, so we don't know all the potential side effects of the virus yet.

Machi's eyes rolled back and forth attempting to gaze at her surroundings. Her body felt light, and her head felt like part of it wanted to crack open, while other parts felt like they could float away from her. The people around her seemed genuinely concerned over her wellbeing, but she couldn't seem to recognize anyone around her.

"…Where… am I…?"

"You're in an infirmary Machi-san. We didn't know where you went after you disappeared with the mosquitos for so long, so we thought something may have happened to you. It was Takeda-sama himself who found you passed out in the refrigerated storage room. After that we rushed you over to the building's infirmary as quickly as possible."

"…Takeda…?"

"Yea! That's right, if it weren't for him, you might had been left there for who knows how long."

"…left there…"

What happened…

The sound of metallic doors sliding open alerted the people around Machi, and an older gentleman in a lab coat entered the room. Machi concluded he must had been someone important because people around her began to back away from her and give way to this new figure who just entered. The old man approached her, and placed his frail hand on top of hers.

"Machi-san…" His voice croaked, "I'm deeply sorry. This was not meant to happen."

..?

"I know you have just woken up since the incident, but if you could, can you recall anything that happened?"

"…I'm sorry… But… Who are you?"

"…It can't be."

"Actually… in all honesty, I'm not really too sure on who I am either…"


Misaka Mikoto awoke in a clean sterile beds with a variety of machinery attached to her with one of them being a notorious heart monitor steadily beeping away. Assessing her surroundings, it became clear she was in some hospital, most likely one that was closest to where she and her sister passed out. All of her clothes and accessories had been removed and she was dressed in a standard medical gown. She blushed feverishly when she realized they had went as far as taking away her underwear as well. However, after slapping herself around a few times, she ordered herself to focus on the situation and she quickly recalled the incident.

It was strange.

Why would a mass of mosquitos come swarming all out of a sudden in such a manner, and why would both she and her sister pass out? It didn't make any sense to Misaka Mikoto. In any other case, where was her sister? Mikoto looked around the space she was in, but it seemed she was the only person in it. There was; however, curtains surrounded her space on all sides, and she could hear a lot of movement beyond the clothed walls.

Is this the Emergency Room? That would make sense considering what happened though…

Keen on finding where her little sister was, she poked her head through the curtain on the left, but only to find a small boy fast asleep with similar machinery attached to him. She quickly closed the curtain and checked the curtain on the other side. To her surprise, there was a bed with its blankets and sheets undone as if someone had quickly gotten out of them, and a heart monitor was showing heartbeats, but there was no one attached to it. The only person that could possibly do that would be an electro master like herself who probably hacked the machine to show signs of life even though there was nothing to be measured. It had to be her sister.

Similarly, Misaka Mikoto placed her hand on her heart monitor's hardware, and sent a small jolt of information into it, unplugged herself and made sure her escape would be covered. The machine did not set off its code blue alarm and she concluded her coast would be clear enough to escape. She had to find her sister.

Misaka Mikoto jumped from roof to roof across Academy City. A middle school girl flying across the map wearing nothing but a hospital gown would seem pretty conspicuous to anyone, which is why she was running as fast as she could by using her electromagnetism. The first thing she wanted to do was to get to her dorm and out of that stupid gown and put on some real clothes. The complete lack of protection in her sacred parts was seriously beginning to get to her; way too much wind.

After many painful minutes, Mikoto entered through the window of her dorm room, and snuck in. She was finally in the clear. Except, there was one problem.

Someone who looked exactly like her was already in her room, and dressing herself in a school uniform. On her bed was another hospital gown similar to the one she was wearing. The two stared at each other for a decent amount of time, until both of them opened their mouths and spoke simultaneously.

"Imouto!?"

"Imouto?!"

Dr. Takeda paced back and forth in the room filled with his subordinates and the bewildered Machi. Everyone in the room was completely confused.

"This is unprecedented…"

"What is it Dr…"

"It would seem our virus affects the memory of the individual it infects. While we did see that it affected the region of the brain associated with emotional responses in our animal testing, to see that it would actually inhibit a human's access to memory is truly surprising…"

"Well sir… In all due respect, it would make some sense," said one of the researches from the crowd.

"And how would that be so Tadashi-san."

A lanky man with extremely well kept hair walked into the open.

"Well, it's been confirmed for a long time that memory and emotions are strongly linked in many cases. While we're not too sure how sufficiently they affect each other, this virus could allow us to further investigate the relationship. U-unfortunately, it's at the cost of one of our best researchers…"

"I see what you are saying. There's no guarantee that our vaccine will restore her memories either. Hmmmmm… For the sake of Machi-san, and further research into the contingencies of our virus which it would seem we so recklessly know very little about, place her under intensive care, and prepare a full neural scan. I want a well detailed evaluation on the status of her situation. We need to know as much as we can from this unfortunate case." Takeda approached Machi's bed. "I'm very sorry Machi-san, but you will need to just hold on for a little longer. We will do as much as we can for you. I know the you don't know the you I am speaking to, but hopefully you will get to meet her soon." Takeda looked at two assistants, "Please put her under. And please be very gentle…"

For Machi, a sharp needle was slowly eased into her wrist, and the room grew very dark again. The noise of various people running around and moving equipment became very white and muddled, and soon there was nothingness once again.

Two girls who looked exactly the same stared intensely at each other inside a Tokiwadai dorm room.

What is this… Did she just ask me if I was my little sister? There's a hospital gown on the bed meaning it is her… The Misaka still in a hospital gown questioned internally.

She's in a hospital gown so that must mean she's a sister, but she's not acting like it at all, the other Misaka said to herself.

The Misaka who was already getting dressed spoke up first.

"Who are you."

The other Misaka heard the question and thought, Clearly something is off. She's not speaking like Imouto at all either. Did someone do something to her? Either way, I'll just answer her question…

"I'm Misaka Mikoto."

"That's not possible. I'm Mikoto."

"….."

"….."

"What happened to you before you got here?"

"I was walking in the park with Misaka Imouto"

"So was I. And then a mass of mosquitos attacked right?"

"Yea…"

"And then the rest is still a mystery," they both said in unison.

"…"

"….."

This is really eerie… Everything about her is different… It's like I'm watching a live movie of myself actually… However… What if she's not really my sister? Maybe another organization is up and attempting to replicate me, and their tech has gotten so advanced they can even copy my personality? No… that wouldn't make any sense at all… Why leave me alive if they want to replicate me and take over my life to this extent. If they really wanted to, they could had just locked me up in a cell or something. There's no goal in there… Plus, looking at her, her reactions are exactly the same as mine.

"You look like you're thinking about something," said the one getting dressed.

"Obviously, this is seriously putting me on edge. Besides, you look like you're thinking as well."

"I am."

"So?"

"So maybe we should ease some of this tension and not keep those thoughts to ourselves?"

"Maybe."

"We'll say them at the same time."

"Fine."

"Ready?"

"Sure."

"I'm not an imposter."

"I'm not an imposter."

"….."

"…"

"Well, that cleared that… Turns out we were on the same lines…"

"So you are for real then."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you seriously believe with all your heart and mind that you are me."

"No, you mean you believe with all your heart and mind that you are me."

Both Misakas began to get heated. Clearly there could only be one real Misaka Mikoto, and that identity was something she truly cared about, especially due to several thousands of girls with her exact same body and face were sent all over the world. However, both of them quickly calmed down and returned to attempting to solve the problem rationally.

"Fine. Both of us have the potential to be the real Misaka Mikoto since we agree neither of us are an imposter, yes?"

"Yea… sure…"

"Then maybe we should start building a story to try and see what happened to possibly cause this."

"…Sure but… Can I at least put on some real clothes…? This hospital gown is seriously making me uncomfortable…"

"You too!?"

"Of course me too! And in any case, you should finish dressing as well!"

The Misaka in the hospital gown and the Misaka partially dressed both slipped into their regular Summer uniforms and hid away the hospital gowns. As the Misaka who came in with the hospital gown was looking for a pair of undies, she noticed her last Gekota pair was missing, but her face grew bright red when she realized what happened to it. On the other hand, the Misaka that was already dressed grew bright red as well when she realized why the other Misaka was digging through the drawer.

"It's a good thing there are some spare undies in here… ehehehe…"

"Yea you don't say… ehehehe…"

Something dark and pitiful sparked between to two identical girls… However, the sibling-like scenario was quickly interrupted by the seriousness of the issue.

"Can we agree that one of us is most likely Misaka Imouto then, and this is probably a result of what happened prior to when we woke up in the hospital."

"Certainly. That's the only plausible explanation I could think of other than thinking some shady organization is up to something again."

"Yea, but we both thought of that, so that's not likely the case."

"We both remember the mosquitos. Those things probably had something to do with this."

"I was about to say so as well. The sheer number of them seemed too unnatural."

Unfortunately, just as the two girls were about to complete their story, the sound of a key entering the dorm room's door clicked.

"Ah! Crap!"

"It's Kuroko isn't it!"

"Of course it's Kuroko!"

"You have to hide!"

"Me?! Why do I have to hide!"

"Because you came in second!"

"So!? We both think we're the same person, what difference does that make!"

"Yeah, but only one of us is the real Mikoto!"

"Are you already asserting yourself as the original!"

The sound of a key entering the door knob's lock clicked, and the door began to open.

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

"Oneeeeee-sama! I'm home- huh?"

Kuroko rushed into the room, but the room was completely empty and seemingly undisturbed.

"I could had sworn I heard onee-sama talking to someone in here… Wait, why's that window open."

Kuroko began approaching the window. Meanwhile, two identical girls were hanging from a brick ledge at the bottom of the very window Kuroko was approaching.

"This is all your fault," one of them whispered.

"My fault!? If you had just hidden yourself, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"I have no reason to hide myself when I know I own this dorm room."

"What are you talking about, we already agreed both of us could be the original."

"C'mon, you told me to hide because in your heart you were thinking the same thing!"

"NO! That's not true!"

"You're denying it! That's how I know it's true! Because I would deny that!"

"That's being awfully truthful… …and accurate… But by that logic, you're admitting that we are both the same person right now!- Wait, I think she's coming to the window!"

"You left the window open?"

"You mean you left the window open!"

"What do you mean, all I did was bolt for the window since I saw the door open."

"Well so did I! Ah crap, there's no time, we need to drop!"

And just before the head of a twin ponytailed girl poke her head outside of a window, the two Misakas dropped several floors into a bundle of flora. Very prickly and scratchy flora. Actually they were shrubs. Shrubs with rather razor like leaves. Both of them used magnetism to soften the landing, but that didn't stop the skin not protected by clothing to get grazed by the plants. Fortunately, they weren't that terrible, and the two managed to only get a few minor scrapes and were completely hidden from the view of their roommate.

"Well, I guess we can also confirm that both of us are electromasters."

"Wait. That's it. The real Misaka Mikoto will have level 5 electromaster esper abilities. We'll figure this out by testing our strengths against each other."

"One of us might get killed if we do that. We could use the school's facility, but we risk getting caught."

"We don't have to fight to test our strengths, nor do we have to use any technology."

"Oh, I see what you're talking about."

The two Misakas grinned with extreme determination.


Part 3

"Wait so… You guys are telling me that only one of you is the real Misaka Mikoto, but something happened and now both of you are acting like the "Mikoto Mikoto and you're asking me to try to determine who the "real" Mikoto is?"

"Yes."

"Yes"

"And the hospital you two woke up at probably removed everything from you guys. Which is why one of you doesn't have a necklace, and one of you doesn't have a special hairpin."

So he does have some attention to detail...

Both Misakas blushed slightly.

"Sigh… Fukouda"

"Hey! This isn't some kind of joke!"

"Hey! This isn't some kind of joke!"

The two retorted in raging unison.

"Honestly, it's quite disturbing having two Mikotos screaming at me from both sides… It's like having surround sound Mikoto… too much Mikoto…"

"Oi, don't address both of us as Mikoto"

Said one voice from the left.

"Obviously only one of us is the real Mikoto, so if you regard to us both as Mikoto then its rather insulting to the real Mikoto"

Said a second voice from the left.

The Misaka on the left darted a glare towards the Misaka on the right after finishing her last sentence.

"God… They're finishing each other's sentences too."

"Can you concentrate at least a little on this please!?"

"I know! I know! But it's really difficult when Misaka is here, but Misaka is there, and both Misakas are telling me which Misaka is not real Misaka, while both Misakas also are yelling at me and pressuring me to decide which Misaka is Misaka Mikoto! And then both of you are Biri-biri and your bangs are both going "spark-spark" and it's honestly scaring me twice as much as when there is only one of you! One of you I can handle"

"Misaka Mikoto is also your girlfriend, so what're you trying to say here?" They both said.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHH"

Sparks cracked from both of their bangs.

"Ok! OK!"

What is something only the Mikoto I know would react predictably to…

And then, a declaration only Kamijou Touma could announce was spurted out into the air.

"I haven't showered in 3 days!"

Just after Touma confessed to the world his unsanitary statement, two fists charged with electricity slammed into his gut.

"KEH!"

Double Biri-biri punch…. I guess there's no difference there afterall…

"That's disgusting," they both said.

"(…to be honest… it's because the plumbing stopped working in my apartment…)"

"That still doesn't deny the fact you haven't bathed in three days!"

"(well… I was going to go to the public bath today…)"

"That's beside the point."

Said Misaka on the left.

"Honestly, this has been pretty unproductive."

Continued the Misaka on the right.

"Honestly, you guys don't seem to see that you work pretty well together… I mean, when it comes to bullying me, I don't even stand a chance. Besides, you two are in perfect sync- KEH!"

Another double punch was delivered to his gut.

"Don't be an idiot"

"Don't be an idiot"

"(..my point… …exactly…)"

"Let's just get to the point then?" Said the Misaka on the right.

The Misaka on the left nodded. Touma, sensing the tension increase, straightened himself up as much as he could, and keyed in on the conversation.

"We decided the best way to determine which one of us is the real one is if we both fight you."

"HUUUUH?!"

"Only one of us should have level 5 powers, meaning that we can figure out who the real Mikoto is by assessing our strength. Fortunately, we have the best living punching bag with us who can take any attack thrown at him thanks to right hand."

"…I thought we were done with these… And now I have to take on two of you?"

"Don't you care about knowing which one us is your real girlfriend?"

"AAAGH! Of course I do, but I feel like there's a better way than having both of you volley lethal attacks at me. I mean, just having one of you constantly throwing dangerous surges of electricity at me was enough to remember how valuable life is."

"You. Will. Do. As. We. Say." Demanded both of them as they simultaneously leaned forwards to him.

"…Yes mams…"


So that ends this chapter, let me know what you think. Have I gotten rusty with my dialogue? It's been a while since I've written lines for Misaka Mikoto so tell me if the lines feel right. Thanks for reading, hopefully see you all soon.