"Accelerator, about the girl yesterday, jan... The one who was sleeping with you."

"Tch. What about her?"

Damn. They knew…

And when the hell did those damned nosy women even see them?!

"…Did you use protection?" Yoshikawa asked, the researcher cocking an eyebrow.

Accelerator's eyes shot wide open. He coughed violently. He had choked on his spit.

"What protection, Misaka Misaka asks curiously as she tugs on Yoshikawa's sleeve."

"You see, protection is needed when a male and a female love each other very much, and they—"

"SHUT IT!" Accelerator snarled, still trying to recover from the image of him and Celeste doing… that. "The brat doesn't need to know that stuff!"

Last Order blinked, then pouted. "Misaka Misaka wants to know, Misaka Misaka says as she crosses her arms angrily."

"No you don't," Accelerator huffed, and turned to his guardians. "And in case you haven't noticed, we're underage."

Yomikawa and Yoshikawa exchanged glances, then shrugged. "Never stopped anyone."

An inarticulate sound of frustration left Accelerator's throat as he threw up his arms in frustration. They were underage. That explained everything. Sure, Accelerator had flipped through a porn book or two before in a convenient store. But none of it ever appealed to him. He really didn't see the appeal.

Of course, none of the women were Celeste… If it was her, he probably wouldn't mind…

Wait… What?

Accelerator shook his head violently to clear out the thoughts, earning amused looks from the three females standing before him as if they were interrogating him.

Which they probably were.

"Hey, you weren't forcing her to do anything, right?" Yoshikawa asked, brows furrowing.

"Hah?!" Accelerator growled, glaring at the woman. What was she implying?

"Actually never mind. You wouldn't be interested in that kind of thing. Like romance and dating and women…" Yoshikawa mumbled.

"Then what was that scene, jan?" Yomikawa demanded, then in a softer voice that Accelerator was sure he wasn't supposed to hear, said, "I can't believe there's actually a girl who would go out with him, jan…"

"What the hell's that supposed to mean, kusotare," Accelerator snapped.

"It means Accelerator is hopeless with females and not appealing, Misaka Misaka translates cheerfully!"

"I know what she's trying to say! You shut up!"

He wasn't that bad! He enjoyed going on the killing rampage once in a while—translated into at least twice a week—and looked and acted like a murderous psychopath… And he didn't really have any delicacy, as Last Order had told him time and time again… And he just did whatever he wanted without caring about others… And he insulted everyone and pushed them away, and was probably as warm and sweet as a glacier…

What the hell, did he have any good points?! Accelerator scowled.

Why the hell did Celeste like him?

Yomikawa sighed. "Before you went off on a tangent, I was going to ask who she was…"

Last Order grinned, bouncing up and down with her hand raised. "Ah! Misaka Misaka knows! Accelerator's girlfriend is Cici, a wish granter, Misaka Misaka informs Yomikawa and Yoshikawa!"

"Who and what?" Yomikawa deadpanned.

Accelerator smirked. "You're Anti-Skill. Why don't you go look her up?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "It's easier to ask you, jan. And why would I go look someone up for no reason? So are you going to tell me or not?"

"No."

Yomikawa fought the urge to sigh again. She seemed to do that a lot around Accelerator. What was that she had thought a long time ago, about him and Last Order not being trouble? Yeah. She would take that back. And if she ever found a time travelling esper, she would get them to take her back so she could hit her past self with a baguette until she agreed not to take in the brats.

They were more trouble than they looked.

Then again, why was she ever stupid enough to think a mass murdering psychopathic boy with social issues and a clone would be easy to take care of?

Last Order blinked up at the woman. Her information network never said anything about people looking like they wanted to bash their heads against the wall. Well, except to stay away from such people, but Yomikawa was nice.

"Misaka Misaka suggests asking Cici," Last Order commented.

"Brat," Accelerator growled, turning his attention to the tiny version of Misaka Mikoto. "If you dare say another word…"

"Cici lives next door, Misaka Misaka says quickly!" And she ducked behind Yomikawa's legs.

Accelerator groaned. If he slammed his head against the wall hard enough, would he forget that Last Order ever existed? He didn't dare look up…

But he did, and saw the slow grins grow on the two adults' faces.

…Maybe he should just grab Celeste and move somewhere far, far away from clones and meddlesome women and over-powerful big brothers and buildings without windows.

Like the North Pole. He heard the penguins were friendly over there. If not, he could always wipe out the species and eat them.

He was seriously considering the thought when Yomikawa, Yoshikawa, and Last Order all turned on their heels and marched out the door. Accelerator groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Why him?

"Yes?" A familiar voice asked, barely muffled by his closed apartment door.

He would never admit his heart skipped a beat.

"Hello, I'm Yomikawa Aiho, an Anti-Skill, jan. This is Yoshikawa Kikyou, a researcher, jan," Yomikawa said. "And this is Last Order."

"We've met," Celeste said.

Accelerator blinked at the door. She didn't really sound all that happy. In fact, she sounded… His brows furrowed, and he shuffled out of the apartment. Slowly. If he rushed they might think he wanted to see her.

The moment he saw her, his forehead creased further. Just as he suspected. She looked like a panda, and her face was tight.

And when her eyes turned and met his, her expression changed. "Shiro-chan!"

She grinned, body tensing to jump on him, when he held up a hand. Celeste paused, cocking her head in confusion.

"Pfft! 'Shiro-chan', jan!" Yomikawa laughed, and Yoshikawa wasn't that much better at hiding her snickers.

Accelerator scowled. Celeste glanced between him and the women, and understood. He didn't like public displays of affection, and he hated being laughed at.

Of course, she was partly right. Accelerator was ready to send the women flying, but right then he had other priorities. He moved closer, fingers gingerly brushing her side, above where he knew one of her injuries was.

"Don't you have pain meds?" He murmured, quietly enough so the laughing women couldn't hear.

Celeste blinked in surprise. He was worried about that?

"Not very useful," she admitted, giving him a pained smile.

He studied her face. Yesterday she had seemed fine. She had been out of the hospital for a couple of days, and never once showed any sign of pain. Still, he had been careful about touching her. And it looked like he was right to.

"I ran out of the morphine this morning," she explained sheepishly. "I'm down to those normal pain meds."

Accelerator sighed and threaded a hand through her hair. Taking that as a sign, Celeste leaned forward into him with a small sigh of her own, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He briefly noticed that the laughter had stopped. Glancing over out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that the two women were gaping at the scene.

They had never, never expected that.

Accelerator was torn between smirking and glaring at them, but he was occupied with Celeste and he really didn't need an audience, thank-you-very-much. So he just glared at them until they left, all the while gently stroking through his Celeste's hair.

It wasn't until the women returned home and prepared for bed that they realized they never learned the girl's name.

A/N: I always get mixed up between Yoshikawa and Yomikawa. I think I mixed them up in the last chapter of Cursed Heir too, even though I was checking to make sure... If their names weren't so similar...