Accelerator had a bad day.
Accelerator had a bad day. It had all started in the early, early morning. At 5 o'clock, to be precise. The birds were singing a unbelievably annoying song, the sun was shining a bit too brightly, and the whole world was up way too frigging early! According to Accelerator, who was awake due to these little feats. The fact that his door had been broken down, his windows shattered and his walls, well, removed, was perhaps another factor. Anyway, Accelerator started a new day.
He drank a can of instant coffee for breakfast.
And he had again nothing to do. Accelerator's life wasn't very blooming, to be honest. He always did what he wanted, but he didn't want anything, and thus he didn't really do anything. At all. It was quite boring. It was quite bothersome. It was perhaps the reason why he was so easily annoyed. Why he was always moody. Why his whole life was a failing, unfunny joke.
He decided to nap until lunch.
The only appointment Accelerator had was a daily extermination. At 8.30 he would have to kill off some clone. Rather boring. Really. Oh, who was he kidding? Himself? The world? The whole goddamn universe? Accelerator hated his life. Hated how uneventful it was, how little meaning it had. He'd go in the history books as the strongest level 5 esper ever, yet, in truth, he was just a little boy, bored and depressed. Annoyed and meaningless. Sighing and struggling to get through ever goddamn day. Again and again. He'd hate the sun for dawning. He'd hate the sun for setting. He'd hate time for simply ticking away and away and yet always staying by his side. Frigging poking his back. It was a pain in the neck, life. It really was for Accelerator.
And then he met that guy. Kamou, no. Kamiji? Kamijo? Anyway, he met a guy with spikey black hair and honest eyes and finally, Accelerator thought, he'd get some fun. He hoped the boy would humour him, even if just a bit. Oh, yeah. And that's when he got beaten up. Mercilessly. Accelerator wasn't really strong, physically speaking. His arms and legs were thin and contained little muscle. Why would they? Accelerator'd get anywhere, everywhere, with mere brainpower. Why'd he work his ass off at the gym?
Yeah, he'd got beaten up pretty severely. He even broke some ribs, he thought. And he didn't care. He hated his life. It was boring, bothersome, and never ever did something special happen. Thus, when something weird happened, like getting his ass kicked and eating the dust, it was the next best thing for him. Right? Right.