Author's Note: Okay, I've been a good fan of the Toaru series for quite a while, the Index and the Kagaku animes. So, I thought I'd make an original story that takes place during Railgun S, when Mikoto is in the middle of stopping the said experiment. This is an Alternate Universe fic, as I have not read the manga nor the light novel, but I feel I could make a good fanfic based on my knowledge of what is going on. Nothing is more fun than beginning a new story.

This story will revolve around an original character, but do know I like my characters to have flaws in them, so, yeah. You'll come to know him as the story progresses, and please let me know of what you think.

Chapter 1

Rain fell hard, the sky was dark, white tennis shoes lightly slapped against the wet pavement, small splashes following forward. Academy City, a proud and large city dedicated to advancing technology... science, and most of, abilities. Abilities, or special powers, belonged to special individuals, mainly students of many ages and sizes. These people were known as espers, or ESP. The espers were mainly organized in information by a set rank, there were six.

Level 0 was assigned to a majority or students who showed no promise or ability to develope a special power. Then there was level 1, an esper who showed power, but either had no means to control it, it was really weak, or just relatively useless. Level 2 espers showed potential to have useful or dangerous abilities, but it was still either weak or could only be used for everyday means. Then there were the level 3's, espers who had strong abilites that could be implemented in combat and showed great promise for improvement, but were looked at as nothing special and required more intense ability developement.

Then there was the proud level 4's, espers who had either mastered an ability to a very useful and appropriate degree, who should not be taken easily nor as a joke. The ability in their possession did not have to be distructive or fearing, but it was they themselves you feared due to the uses their ability carried. The amount of hardwork put into their abilities was substantial, and had to be respected. But, a level 4, as powerful as they are, is still nothing compared to the coveted level 5's.

Level 5 espers were viewed as the strongest individuals in Academy City, to a point where even Anti Skill, the strong police force that regulates said city, have a fear of them. Level 5 espers are espers who have completely mastered their abilities and can utilize them in more dangerous ways than one, and their bodies are no exception to this rule either. The ability they carry is viewed not on its destructive power, but in the ways the level 5 can utilize them, and are easily capable of taking out entire squads of people. There are only seven level 5's in Academy City, with the strongest being named Accelerator, who has a reputation of "killing" anyone he comes in contact with.

A boy sighed as he stood at a bus stop, rain pounding hard and his dark brown hair dripping. He blinked his bright yellow eyes, which cast a slight glow in them. If one watched closely, it would seem like fog was flowing inside his irises. "I thought it wouldn't rain this quickly, I thought I had more time..."

Finally, a bus stopped and with a loud hiss of gas, the bi-folding door opened. The boy stepped on, ready to get back to his dormitory. On the bus were several people, one could say it was fairly crowded. The rain continued to pour hard outside, and the boy cast his glance up, as it was pretty covered by the bangs of his hair. If not for the dim shine in his eyes, you'd not even be able to see the one showing. "Academy City..." he said to himself.

'I wouldn't say that I absolutely love this city, but I've got no better place to be... An esper isn't exactly well looked upon by the world, and even though we espers have powers, I wouldn't say we are invincible to bullets, missiles, or anything, especially an esper of my level...' He looked out in the window, and called forth images of himself in school.

'My name is Mijesu... Mijesu Hikan. I am a middle school junior, and I go to Sakugawa Middle School. Due to my height, there are a good amount of juniors in my grade that have a tendancy to pick on me. They call me wierd, stupid, and ugly... Harassment is a terrible thing, and even though I find those things untrue, the horrible things they say about me, I can't say it is easy to ignore, because the truth is it isn't...'

Mijesu sighed to himself. 'Actually, I kind of like the way I am, who shouldn't?' The boy looked up to a window to see a transparent reflection of himself. His face was smooth and soft, a small nose and a nuetral small frown was present. His dark brown hair reached down to his ears and the roof of it was smooth. It has a slight wave to it in the front, and most of his hair covered his left eye. 'They call me wierd because I kind of look like a girl. Those who read manga like myself would say I am a bishonen... I'm one of those boys who look like a real softie, but truth is...' He cast his glance to the front wind shield. 'The truth is...' A blink.

'I don't really know. I've never really been in a real confrontation, as my ability can be seen to be quite dangerous, but it is nothing I'd call proud...' He sighed. "Dammit... I want to get home..." 'It was getting quite late, and it was far past curfew... then, bus stopped again.'

Mijesu looked to the door to see it open and a lone girl stepped on. She wore a hat and short blue shorts with a black shirt. Due to the light, I couldn't exactly get a good luck of her, but she was pretty appealing. She had brown hair, a smooth face with thin cheeks. The hat looked good on her, but due to it, I couldn't really get a good look at her eyes.' The boy scoffed. 'Oh whatever, what business do I have needing to get such a good look at her anyways... It's not like I don't see girls everyday, but it is rare I ever see any my age out of uniform.' Maybe I should try talking to her.

The girl in question took a free spot a man away from the boy and held a ring on the bus, due to no seats being free. Mijesu tilted his head her direction. Her head was hung down and rain dripped off of her clothes. 'Thankfully, she was not wearing any kind of transparent material, last thing I want to see is the undergarments of a girl on our first meeting...' Mijesu let go of the ring he was holding onto and manuevered his way over towards the girl he wanted to talk to. She looked quite tired, and overly stressed. He started to second guess whether he should talk to this girl or not, he didn't want to add any extra trouble to her tiresome day.

Mijesu cleared his throat slightly. "Um... hello?" he said with a low voice as to not disturb any sleeping passengers. The girl quickly turned her head to him when she heard his voice. "Hmm?"

"Oh, uh... Hi." he said, raising his voice slightly to make it clearer. The voice that came from his throat was light and soft. The girl's now visible single hazel eye blinked once.

"Hi." And with that, she turned away back to the ground. Mijesu slipped a hand into his polymer grey pants, his black jacket rustling slightly.

"Um... How are you doing?"

The girl turned to him. "What?"

Mijesu's eyes widened slightly. Was she being aggrevated by him now? "Oh, uh..." He lost his words, he didn't wish to trouble her. "I was just wondering if you were okay..." The boy cast his gaze lower to her legs. "You look a bit... roughed up..."

The girl looked to his slightly shining eye in his shadows and then down to where his eyes were, her legs. "Yeah, I'm fine. What do you want?"

"Nothing really, it is just odd to see another student at this time of day, it is like 11 PM, way past curfew..."

"You sound like my dorm manager when you say that..." the brown haired girl turned away calmly. "I could say the same thing about yourself..."

"Dorm manager, huh? So you live in a dorm too?"

"Most students do..." the girl's tone hinted to that it was an obvious fact. Mijesu sighed.

"I guess you are right..." He turned away. "I was just a little worried, that's all."

"Alright." The girl didn't even return a glance. Mijesu looked back to her, observing her, the way she breathed, her current posture, all pointed to exhaustion due to heavy stress or maybe even combat.

"You're an esper, aren't you?"

She looked at him. "Yeah, so..."

"Oh... Am I aggrevating you, by any chance?"

The girl in question blinked at him, then slowly shook her head. "I'm just tired."

The boy bent down and reached into his bag, searching for something. The ruffling sound eminated from the plastic caused her to look to see what he was doing. Was this boy some sort of pervert or something? Then, he pulled out a bar shaped candy. He lifted it up in his hand and held it forth.

"Here, this oughta help relieve some of that, atleast enough until you can get home and go to bed."

The girl blinked, confused, and looked at the bar he was outreaching to her. "Um..." She lifted her hand to take it. "Thanks, you don't find many people who are willing to just give others something to eat."

"Well, I'd give you something more, but that is all I could afford." Mijesu lifted his hand and held onto the ring hanging from the roof as the girl took the candy and opened it up. "Besides, I'm not most people... My name is Mijesu, what's yours?"

The girl took a bite of the chocolate candy, then chewed breifly before swallowing. She stood in thought as the boy stared at her with his one strangely visable eye. Should I tell him, what if he freaks out?

Mijesu tilted his head slightly. "You know, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, you are just... one of the only people I've been able to click with this easily..."

The girl turned to him as the bus hit a bump, jerking the passengers slightly. "By that... you mean you don't get along well with other kids?"

"More like they don't want to get along with me... Most people find me wierd, so they just stay away, and I respect that. If they don't want nothing to do with me, then I figure it'd be best to just leave them alone."

"Well, come here, I don't want anyone freaking out over this." The girl held up her hand, the one holding the bar, and motioned for him to lean over with her index finger. Mijesu slowly obliged, and she leaned to his ear. "Mine is Mikoto Misaka..."

Mijesu blinked, his eyes slightly widened. Misaka Mikoto? The Misaka Mikoto!? The electromaster, the third level 5 in Academy City, the third strongest esper in the whole city!? The Railgun! His head stared at the floor as the girl tilted her head slightly.

"Are you okay?" she inquired lowly. Mijesu slowly lifted his head.

"Yeah..." he had to keep his cool, he couldn't freak out. He hadn't heard any kind of nasty rumors hinting that the Railgun was mean or anything, just that... "I... I never thought I'd meet someone like... you."

"Well, I'm not exactly that special... I'm not some celebrity or anything like that, and I never wanted to be either..." She leant back and took another bite of the chocolate.

"I think I see what you mean, I'd rather have my power than someone else's any day."

The girl now identified as Mikoto Misaka, looked over at him. "Power, you mean you are an esper? You certainly don't look it, but then again, looks can be decieving."

"Yeah, I am actually. A level 3."

Mikoto smiled. "How nice. Is your life okay?"

"It could be better, but I won't complain. What about yours, I've heard some nasty rumors about you, though I can surmise they aren't true."

Mikoto slightly huffed in shock of his statement. "Re-really? What kind of rumors?"

"It's really nothing..." Mijesu leaned his head against his raised arm. "Something about clones, but I doubt anything like that could really happen."

Mikoto looked down to the ground, she looked like a one-thousand pound anvil had been dropped on her back and she was forced to carry it all by herself. "Yeah..." she said lowly. "Nothing like that could happen..."

Mijesu looked down at her with half lidded eyes of concern. He had never thought the third ranked level 5 of Academy City could look so defeated in all of his life, but he never thought she'd be this nice or appealing either. "I'm sorry for bringing it up." He put out his hand to her, but Mikoto slapped it away and pulled the ring, signalling the bus to stop.

"Oh, don't worry about it..." she said calmly. "Anyways, I'm at my stop..." Mijesu simply stared at her as she began to walk away. "Don't worry about me too much, worry about yourself, it is not like we'll meet again anyway." She stepped off and the boy watched as the doors closed and the bus resumed on it's path to the next destination.

He blinked, confused as to the sudden halt. "Won't see you again, huh?" He looked away. Too bad, and I was starting to feel good too... "Oh well." he sighed. Another thirty minutes rode by and soon, he was close to his dormitory. He yanked the ring, once again signalling the bus to stop and made his way out into the rain carrying his bag of groceries. He walked slowly as the bus drove away, one hand in his jacket pocket while the other just hung by his side carrying the bag. The dark night was slowly drifting away, and he had to get to sleep.

Then, some voices came up from behind him, and they slowly caught up. He kept walking forward as three shadows came forth that were cast by a street light he passed.

"Hey, kid, what'cha got there?" He looked at the one who asked with dull eyes, not responding. "Kid, I said what do ya got!" He yanked the bag and pushed Mijesu away. He grunted as he spun and slipped on the slippery pavement. He blinked with a dull look in his eyes as the three larger strangers rumocked through his bag of goods he had spent much of his low income on.

"Damn, there isn't anything in here... Nothing no good anyway..." one of the other men said. His blue highlated eyes turned towards him as he picked himself. "Kid, you got any money on you?"

Mijesu stood up and glared at the man with blue under his eyes, then the other three. "Yeah, but you aren't getting it, I'm saving it for something else."

"Oh really?" the third man said, his face covered in piercings. He reached behind his back and quickly whipped out a knife. "I'd like you to say that again."

The young boy glanced at the knife. Its razor sharp edge was shining, highlighted by the gleam of the street light near their location. The other two took out knives as well, they obviously meant to harm him.

"Fine, I will." Mijesu squinted his eyes slightly, his fist clenching, his blood began to pump. "You are not... getting... any of it... Infact, I'll be giving you something else..." The boy lifted his hand up infront of him, and the men watched as he held it up. "You must think just because you are so big and bad means you can't just mess with anyone you wish to... Well, I've got a message for you..."

An image of that girl came to his mind, Misaka Mikoto. She was strong, powerful, elegant. Never before had he thought he'd meet someone like that, but he did. He did and nobody could say he didn't. I'm going to look for her... I'm going to find her and spend some time with her. I want to talk to her again... The boy narrowed his eyes. "What you can have though, is something you'd best not be looking for..."

The three men looked at eachother, then at once, all began to laugh.

"That's some big talk coming from a runt like you..." the first man said, then he began to howl forth laughter again. "I bet you are just trying to scare us, aren't you. You are just a punk, what do you think you are, an-"

Suddenly, the wind began to blow forth, almost circling towards the smaller child infront of the three thugs. They began to glance around, feeling the growing current. "Hey, what the fuck's going on?"

"How the hell should I know?" said the third man. He then looked at the child to find he now held both hands up, straight over his head. "What... the..." What they saw forming in his hands was glowing light blue ball of some sort of kinetic energy.

"You... you're... an esper?"

The boy smirked. "That's correct... I am Mijesu Hikan... The Smooth Stream..." Wind circled forth as the boy threw his arms down, and the energy ball followed and hit the ground hard, riding it as it flew fast to the individuals. They began to let out screams before a large discharge of kinetic energy exploded, busting all three individuals away. Smoke filled the area as the rain continued to drop, and Mijesu stood straight and let himself relax as the dust settled. Far off on the other side of the street, the three thugs lied in rather uncomfortable positions, unconcious, and shortly infront of him, a small hole was present. He sighed.

"Great..." Mijesu slapped a hand lightly to his forehead and looked up in grief. "Now there is a pothole in the ground... thanks a lot, idiots..." He picked up his bag and continued down the street to his dormitory. "I want to be friends with you... Mikoto Misaka." He smiled to himself as he now found a new goal, a new potential, a new strength.