Well... for those who have followed my other works: i am finally among the living again! And trying to get back into the writing flow of things with a new story! for old-time readers, i hope you enjoy the new story, and for new-readers... well, I hope you enjoy the new story as well! Here's to getting back into writing!
"You know, he probably is gonna wreak the whole thing, it's kinda what he does…" A lone man with blue eyes and straight light blue hair wearing a blue coat and black slacks said as he strolled down the streets of Academy City, talking on his cell phone. Such an occurrence here wasn't uncommon, but this particular one had more of a purpose. "It's not gonna work on him~ and he's gonna be all puffy and mad once he finds out who your trying to eliminate with it."
"Doesn't matter." A woman's voice on the other side of the line replied. "It has to be done… plus so many others have gone head to head with him, I'm kind of looking forward to the confrontation."
"It's all going to fall apart just because you're targeting the number three… and you want into that boy's pants. You women are devilish creatures~" The man said with a joyous tune.
"I-I do not want that kind of involvement with him!" The woman stuttered back.
"Sure you don't~ that's why you're trying to take out the only one of his lady friends who's got the nerve stake a claim if prompted~" The man laughed while the woman growled in discontent. "Relax, I'm only playin girl~ But ya know your little trick wont work on the number three either, and on top of that, she isn't even in town."
"I know, but it makes the situation that much more interesting…" The woman replied.
"Gotta admit, you got a point, I don't even know how things will play out~ I just hope I'm in this game little roster of players, it'd be boring to play by the sidelines." The man grinned.
"Don't go off making a nuisance out of yourself, you know the job you've been given." The woman sighed.
"It's fine boss! Your little troublemaker will behave~"
"…Should you really be addressing me as your boss if you volunteered to help? You are a very strange little man."
"Doesn't matter to me, just an interesting scenario is enough to keep me happy~" The man smiled. "Just don't go getting cold feet right before prime-time; you'll be the main villain of this game you know~"
-Next Day, Academy City Entrance-
"There, you see? Spending some time away with your mother wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"It was alright… except when you wouldn't stop trying to push all those weird foods and drinks onto me!" This person is Misaka Mikoto, a level five esper of Academy City, the third ranked, and thus, the third strongest. She was an Electromaster, and as such had the ability to generate and freely control electricity, and has become known as "The Railgun," due to an attack of hers where she fires off metal objects with the simile properties of an actual railgun blast, and with power and after effects to match. She was currently riding in a car with her mother, Misaka Misuzu, coming back from a small vacation during Mikoto's summer break. And after the events of the past few months of being involved with one certain unlucky level zero Kamjou Touma, dealing with other espers and foreign wizards, was very well earned.
"But I was just taking care of your health for you Mikoto-chan~ making sure you grow up in all the right ways." Misuzu replied happily.
"In 'what' right ways are you referring too…?" Mikoto's voice was low, and gave the impression of being annoyed.
"The kinds that will help you get yourself a nice boy~ like Kamijou-san." Misuzu answered.
"W-what the hell are you talking about!?" Mikoto shouted, flustered. "Y-you think I'd want someone like that!? Don't be ridiculous mom!"
"The more you deny it the more obvious it is~ you're as red as a tomato." Misuzu replied, causing Mikoto to blush harder.
"W-who's denying anything! I-I don't k-know what your talking about!" Mikoto started to laugh nervous while her mother just sighed with a smile. Her daughter was so adorable there trying to fight off her own emotions like that. She was obviously in love, and was doing whatever she could to deny it entirely, even trying to deny herself. Misuzu's daughter was a tsundere, through and through, she could only wonder what kinds of things that her daughter dragged that Kamijou boy through, oblivious to the fact that Mikoto has been chasing the spiky-haired teen around for quite some time. It wasn't too long before she rolled the car to the front entrance of Mikoto's dorm room, the one for students from Tokiwadai Middle School. Mikoto got out get her luggage from vacation, wave good-bye to her hyper-active mother, and then walk toward the dorms. But something in the air felt… off. It all looked the same, but something wasn't quite right… and that feeling proved itself accurate once Mikoto met up with the dorm supervisor.
"This dorm is for Tokiwadai students only, miss." The still scary dorm supervisor said the moment they made eye-contact, her stone-cold eyes still running chills down Mikoto's spine, but the words only led to confusion.
"Well… yeah, that is why I'm here." Mikoto sighed. "I just got back from vacation, and I just wanna unload my things so settle back in…"
"I say again, this dorm is exclusive to Tokiwadai students. You may have the uniform, but that doesn't man you can live her." The dorm supervisor replied.
"What's gotten into you? It's me, Misaka Mikoto! Number three level five, Ace of Tokiwadai? Is any of this ringing any bells?" Mikoto sighed; she didn't want to put up with this after that car drive with her mom.
"No, that isn't ringing any bells, miss." The dorm supervisor's eyes suddenly narrowed. "I've never heard of you, nor have I ever seen you before in my life."
"…Ehh?" Mikoto was starting to get confused. The dorm supervisor that is always disciplining her and her roommate suddenly doesn't know who she is? It felt like a really bad prank. A midst her confusion, another girl came down from the upper-levels. It was Shirai Kuroko, who was dressed in the same uniform as Mikoto, who had auburn hair tied into two curly pigtails, each one tied with a red ribbon. Though under normal circumstances, such a random meeting would be inconvenient, but to Mikoto it was perfect. "Kuroko! Finally some normalcy, can you talk some sense into the Dorm Supervisor? She apparently doesn't know me or something…" Kuroko looked between the Dorm Supervisor and Mikoto several times before speaking.
"…What's going on here?" Kuroko looked toward the Supervisor.
"No idea, this girl just came inside with her suitcase claiming to be back from vacation." The Supervisor responded. Mikoto was dumbfounded.
"W-what the hell!? Stop messing with me Kuroko! This is important!" Mikoto shouted.
"How do you know my name? I've never seen you before." Kuroko replied.
"W-what are you…?" Mikoto trailed off, frustrated and confused. Normally, she'd have to beat Kuroko off with a stick, but now she was acting like Mikoto never existed. She was abruptly forced out of the Tokiwadai dorm house, and promptly began to wander. "What's going on…? This isn't making any sense." Mikoto tried to call her other two friends, Saten Ruiko and Uiharu Kazari, but got similar responses, complete lack of knowledge of knowing her and surprise that Mikoto had their numbers in the first place. Even more frustrated, something clicked. There was a second level five in Tokiwadai, Shokuhou Misaki, who had the ability "Mental Out." She could use her powers to manipulate and transform the minds and memories and even emotions of other people, but due to the nature of Mikoto's ability, such powers had no effect on Mikoto at all, which lead to the two having constant disputes. While Mikoto wouldn't be affected, her friends could be. With a goal finally in sight, she ran through the city to try to find Misaki, fully intent on blasting her with the full force of her electricity and to force her to fix what damage has been done.
Unfortunately, however, Shokuhou Misaki, Misaka Mikoto's most hated enemy, had the exact same condition; a complete and total lack of knowledge of Mikoto and her existence.
Fear started to set in. Misaki more than likely wouldn't be above wiping her friend's memories, but wouldn't play along like that; she'd be more likely to rub it in Mikoto's face. Mikoto then began to run around the city, trying to track down any sort of person who she could of had contact with, seeing absolutely no results. She even considered at one point trying to find Accelerator, the number one esper, considering his involvement with the Level 6 Shift Project and that his Vector Change ability would prevent any sort of ability from reaching him, but quickly dismissed the idea because she had no way to locate the city's strongest esper. She even tried to find any of her sisters/clones around town, but found nothing. Even the local store owner, the store in which she frequented for snacks and manga, had no knowledge of her. She was frightened and running around frantically and before she knew it was starting to get dark, and she found herself in a park where she always seemed to find herself, the one with the broken vending machine that ate her 10,000 yen bill during her first year in Academy City.
"CHASER!" Desperate for any kind of normalcy, she violently kicked the side of the machine, and like so many times before, it spat out a random drink. Even in a world were Misaka Mikoto didn't exist, these vending machines, as if connected through a psychic link, had an inert fear of Mikoto's violent outbursts, and bribed Mikoto out of fear of being hit again. The drink did little to clam her nerves though, her mind was racing. What was she going to do? Where was she going to sleep? Would her own bank card even work while everyone is like this? So many questions that she had no answers too, all converging at once. Mikoto felt like her head was going to explode. At least it did, before a familiar voice rang in her ear.
"Kicking the vending machines is why they all break down all the time and eat people's money, you know." Mikoto turned to see one Kamijou Touma, in his usual outfit of a white outer-shirt, orange undershirt, and jeans, all accompanied by his trademark spiky-black hair. Almost on impulse, sparks came from Mikoto's bangs; she was angry, and needed something that could take her abuse to even slightly feel better.
"I'll do what I want when I want; I don't need someone like you judging me!" She violently discharged bolts of electricity toward Touma. Like their usual encounters, Touma raised up his right arm and after a familiar cracking sound, the electricity vanished on contact, as if it was never there. Mikoto was panting, releasing all her anger at once really took it out of her. It was only after did she remember the current situation, and began to regret her decision, just as Touma was looking at her and his hand back and forth in confusion. "I'm sorry…" Mikoto sat down on a bench, feeling depressed. "I shouldn't have snapped at you… you probably don't even know who I am, do you? I wouldn't blame you… all over the course of one vacation I'm forgotten and cast aside…" She hugged her knees to her chest, trying to isolate herself. She was uncomfortable. She felt unwanted. Lost. Fear and depression was slamming into her full force as Touma slowly walked toward her… and promptly flicked her in the ear, waking her up from her depressing mood for a split second.
"Ow! What was that for you-?"
"What the hell are you talking about biri-biri?" Touma cut her off.
"…Biri-biri?" Mikoto leaned forward, her eyes full of desperation upon hearing Touma's nickname for her. "You… know me? You… remember me…?" Her voice cracked. Touma sighed.
"How could I forget the girl who tries to electrocute me every time we meet? What the hell has gotten into you today Misaka? You sick or something?" Touma scratched the back of his head, confused. Mikoto's heart skipped a beat.
The one person out of an entire city that had completely forgotten her that actually knew who she was stood before her. The one in which she had a secret crush on. The Imagine Breaker himself, Kamijou Touma.
She jumped from her seat and tackled Touma into a hug, knocking him to the ground, gripping him as tightly as she could. Touma was about to shouted and shove her off, but the sound of sobbing stopped him; Mikoto was crying into his chest. He was completely confused, and had no idea what was going on, or why he was suddenly the subject of the situation. The only thing he could think of was to return the hug to try and make her feel better, which cause Mikoto to hold tighter. It was some time before she calmed down enough to try speaking again.
"So… what's wrong?" Touma asked. Mikoto sniffled a little.
"W-well… Eep!" Mikoto suddenly shot up off Touma's body after realizing their position.
"…So many mood swings." Touma scratched his head.
"W-why'd you let me do that!? You idiot!" Mikoto shouted, blushing a bright red in response to her own lack of self control.
"Forget about that, what's wrong?" Touma's face turned serious.
"…You're the first person to know who I am today." Mikoto looked down.
"Eh? What do you mean?"
"I mean no one knows who the hell I am! It's like I was never born!" Mikoto shouted.
"Even Shirai-san…?" Touma asked slowly. Receiving a nod in response, Touma's face turned grim, in full awareness of how obsessed Kuroko was with her 'Onee-sama,' at any given time. "T-then this is truly a serious problem…"
"…Why do you still remember me?" Mikoto looked up from the ground, focusing on the boy in front of her.
"Well… it could be the obvious explanation..." Touma replied, holding up his right hand. Mikoto focused on it for a moment, the answer indeed being obvious. Touma's right arm had its own special ability, the Imagine Breaker, which has the ability to completely negate any sort of supernatural phenomena on contact, so it would stand to reason that his right hand would prevent his memories from being altered by such a wide-spread event. And even if it did affect him, the moment he'd touch his head, any changes would be negated anyway. But that didn't matter too much; Touma wasn't the target of attack this time.
It was her.
"What are you going to do?" Touma broke the silence.
"Eh? What do you mean?"
"You obviously can't stay in your dorm, where are you going to stay?"
"O-oh… now that I think about it… I really don't know. I don't even know if I have money in my bank account anymore… depending on how far this all goes…" Mikoto thought out loud, and then looked down, feeling worse... "…It's not like I got a friend that will put me up like you do with Index." After hearing this, Touma sighed.
"Haa… funny you should mention that…" Touma said.
"Eh? What's wrong?" Mikoto looked up.
"Index left yesterday, she's visiting her friends from Necessarius. She'll be gone for about a week or so…" Touma said reluctantly. Last night was the first night in well over three months that he got to sleep in a proper bed; it felt too good to be true.
"S-so… you're all alone then…?" Mikoto asked hesitantly, and Touma slowly nodded, but Mikoto suddenly stood up and turned from Touma so he couldn't see her face. "I-I see! D-don't worry, I-I'll stay in a hotel or something! No big deal! I wouldn't like to impose… m-maybe I'll still have some m-money I can use, yeah!" She stuttered constantly as she hid her now bright red face. Touma knew… he knew that Mikoto would be too proud to ask for a place to stay; that she'd be too embarrassed to upfront ask. He sighed.
It was times like this.
Times LIKE this!
He disliked being the good guy. Such misfortune.
"…You can stay with me Misaka." Touma said, deciding to stand up himself.
"Y-you don't have to put me up! I-I'll be fine!" Mikoto stuttered again.
"Misaka Mikoto." Touma suddenly said seriously, causing Mikoto to turn around in surprised of hearing her full name. Touma had a little blush, thinking about that yet another girl was going to be staying at his home for an unknown period of time. "P-please accept my offer… it wouldn't sit well with me if I let someone suffer during their time of need, even if it's just a matter of a place to stay…"
"A-are… y-you sure?" Mikoto managed to say. Touma nodded.
"I-it's fine really… might be more convenient, I know a guy who might be able to help you out so…" Touma trailed off. He didn't like asking for help, especially from this particular person.
-Touma's Dormitory Complex, Outside Touma's Neighbor's room-
"Eh? You want to ask me for help, Kami-yan~?" Tsuchimikado Motoharu. Level zero with an immensely powerful regeneration ability. Magician. Spy. All of these things could be used to describe this particular blond-haired-open-Hawaiian-shirt and sunglasses-wearing individual.
"No grief today, please?" Touma sighed as Mikoto looked back and forth between them both in curiosity.
"Oho~ Kami-yan's playing tough guy today ~ and with a girl too! I wonder if he's just trying to impress her…" Motoharu laughed, the comment triggering a blush from Mikoto.
"Tsuchimikado! Listen to ME!" Touma shouted, trying to force Motoharu to take him seriously.
"Aye aye… what seems to be the problem captain?" Motoharu said faking a pirate accent to further torment his sudden guest. Touma sighed, taking that as the closest thing to Motoharu agreeing to help.
"Tell me, the girl I'm with, do you recognize her?" Touma questioned, stepping aside to let Motoharu get a better look at Mikoto.
"…Can't say that I do, though she does look like a rich ojou-sama. Why do you ask? You interested in her and seeking my approval Kami-yan~? I appreciate the sentiment but wouldn't your own father be better suited for this…?" Motoharu laughed again, flustering Mikoto even more. The Spy took careful account of the response from her.
"Ok… now humor me for a second here…" Touma said, slowly approaching Motoharu… and then punching him in the face with his right hand. "That's for griefing me when I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, bastard!"
"Oww! Kami-yan! That's too rough for friendly banter!"
"It's not support to be friendly at all!" Touma shouted.
"J-Just what kind of relationship do you and your friends have you idiot!?" Mikoto looked at the situation unfolding before her.
"You shouldn't be asking me that with contempt when your relationship with your roommate is just as weird…" Touma answered. As much as Mikoto would like to argue, Touma did have a point. "Now… Tsuchimikado, look at her again, can you tell me if you remember her now…"
"Well… now that you mention it…" Motoharu's tone and facial features suddenly became serious. "Misaka Mikoto, Tokiwadai Middle School second year, ranked number three of the level-fives, nicknamed 'The Railgun.' Has an unhealthy borderline lesbian but one-sided relationship with her roommate in which she wants no part of because there is a certain-"
"S-shut up! H-how did you know all of that!?" Mikoto shouted, interrupting him. Some of that was very personal information she'd rather NOT have seen go public. Especially considering the piece of information Motoharu was about to divulge involved the boy she came here with.
"It's my job to know things about people, especially the hard-to-find bits! But more importantly though, Kami-yan, you know what it means if I could only remember after you hit me, right?" Motoharu asked. Touma nodded.
"Supernatural phenomena. And if it was able to get you too, then it'd have to be magic." Touma answered. Motoharu nodded. "I was actually here to ask you if you knew anything about why you couldn't remember that seemed odd; you're not the only one who doesn't remember Misaka at the moment."
"So it's widespread eh… touchy business then… I haven't heard of any sort of planned attack on Academy City, nor are there any particular factions that would have anything against a random esper..." Motoharu himself seemed confused, a very rare occurrence indeed. "Plus if it were an organization attempting to take on the city, then why would they just wipe the memories of just a single person?"
"Wait… your suggesting that it's just a single person specifically targeting me?" Mikoto interjected.
"It would make sense considering the culprit is using… demoralize, and then strike when the target's defenses are down. It's a common tactic. It wouldn't be far fetched to believe that someone preformed a memory altering spell with the full intention of you finding out, leading to a distraught emotional state in which to use to strike you down." Motoharu leaned against the railing of his doorway.
"But who would do something like this just to attack Misaka?" Touma scratched his head.
"I don't know… I've fought with magicians before, but I don't think I've made them have any grudges… at least not ones large enough to… try and kill me…" Mikoto trailed off, thinking.
"Tsuchimikado, is there any way you can look into it? Finding magicians with spells for this kind of situation; maybe find us some clues as to where they might be?" Touma asked.
"That won't be too much of a problem. I got a thing or two that can prevent me from having my brain edited now that I can see it coming. I'll check around the magic side of things for any signals. All I can tell you for now is that a spell of this magnitude can only be casted in the area it's affecting, so the caster was defiantly in Academy City… and if they are targeting Misaka Mikoto, he or she will more than likely be staying here till the job is done, possibly recasting the spell at regular intervals. Aside from that, I don't have much for you to go on."
"Alright… I guess we'll have to take a look around tomorrow, thanks Tsuchimikado." Touma turned toward his door. "Umm… Misaka? Can you wait out here for a moment? My room isn't exactly ready for guests. It shouldn't take more than a minute, just got to clean up a little."
"Sure… I don't mind waiting for awhile…" Mikoto replied, still thinking about why someone would try to kill her in such an underhanded way. Touma nodded and entered his apartment, closing the door behind him while Mikoto was lost in thought. Why would someone want her dead? She didn't set anyone off… did she? She mulled it over for awhile as Motoharu approached her from behind.
"…in which she wants no part of because there is a certain boy out there she desperately wants all to herself~" Mikoto lit up like a Christmas tree, turning around quickly trying to cover Motoharu's mouth, even though he had already finished his statement.
"W-what the h-hell is s-saying that a-all about!?" Mikoto stuttered out.
"Ya know~ staying in his house is the perfect timing to leave an impression~" Motoharu grinned.
"…Perfect timing to leave an impression…" Mikoto absentmindedly repeated what the Spy said, furiously shaking her head when she realized it. "W-why bring stuff up l-like that!? I d-don't l-l-like him that way! How c-could I!?"
"Denying your own heart is juuuust gonna make it harder for yourself in a long run, I wonder how long it will be before you can't even look at him without turning such a bright color~"
"J-just shut up! I d-don't know what your t-talking about!" Mikoto turned around again, crossing her arms and desperately trying to fight the blush covering her face.
"…Misaka-san." Motoharu suddenly sounded serious, at least slightly. "Do you think you can take good care of Kami-yan for me?"
"E-eh? W-why are you asking such a random question?" Mikoto turned slightly.
"Because in the event you're the target… Kami-yan might be targeted too, because he's immune to their magic. If they aren't going after you directly, that means they more than likely can't fight you in a straight up fight, so they will most likely target those who are unaffected by their tactic, and those close to you. He fits the bill for both, so he would be the highest mark for them." Motoharu stopped for a moment to let what he was saying sink in.
"…Plus, that idiot does like to throw himself into danger, especially to help out people… like he's trying to do for me right now." Mikoto added.
"Exactly." Motoharu nodded. "I won't always be around to keep an eye out. I may not look or act like it, but I do consider Kami-yan to be one of my best friends. So, can you keep him from pushing himself too hard for me?"
"…And why do you think you can trust me with such responsibility?" Mikoto asked testily.
"Because he trusted you enough to let himself get hit openly by your most powerful attacks and not kill him on a particular night that I'm sure I don't need to go further into detail about." Motoharu answered. Mikoto's eyes widened, but then closed. Of course. This man's job is to know a little bit about everything, or so she was told. If he knew such personal information about her, knowledge of the Level 6 Shift experiment would make sense. She was curious; what kinds of other friends does Kamijou Touma have?
"…I'll look after him and make sure he stays alive." Mikoto responded. Motoharu smiled.
"If you ever wanna know the stuff Kami-yan is into to try and get his attention, feel free to ask. I have a noticeably large file on him too~"
"Y-you just ruined the moment!" Mikoto shouted.
-5 Minutes Later, Touma's Apartment-
"…It's surprisingly cleaner than I expected." Mikoto said openly.
"I had to clean up a little, admittedly. I got a little messy in the night and felt too lazy to fix it up in the morning. Go on, make yourself at home. I'll cook something for dinner." Touma said.
"…You cook?" Mikoto asked, surprised.
"I got to; I'm not a super-rich ojou-sama with unlimited money." Touma replied.
"Right, you're just a poor little solitary man." Mikoto shot back.
"Good; glad we got an understanding. I'll fix something up, sit wherever, you can watch TV if you want." Touma said, putting on what seemed like an apron before entering a somewhat small kitchen. Mikoto took up the Imagine Breaker's offer by plopping herself down on the edge of Touma's bed. It was surprisingly comfortable.
"I wonder where I'm gonna sleep… he didn't make a move to get a futon for me… least not yet." Mikoto wondered. She looked around, under normal circumstances, she'd be barley able to control her emotions, being in the same room that Touma stays in, but the gravity of the situation beat it out. She was in a place unknown to her; none of her things were here except her luggage. It was small, not like her dorm room at all. Nothing at all was familiar at all; the thought of being completely abandoned started to sink in again. But something caught her eye. A tiny little figure of Gekota, her favorite cute character, on a little phone-strap connected to a cell phone. Touma's cell phone. She smiled; it looked like he shined it recently. "That idiot… he probably only holds onto it because I told him to… but he still takes care of it like its important…" She knew that Touma had no particular care for anything she saw as cute, especially Gekota, but it still warmed her heart to see that Touma had taken care of it, and that she still had some connections to this reality.
Something snapped her away from her thoughts. It was a smell. A delicious smell. It prompted her to get up and look into Touma's kitchen. The Imagine Breaker looked like he was enjoying himself a little bit. "Hey… what exactly… are you making?"
"Just some pasta, nothing special. Making a lot so I know I can have some leftovers for the next few days."
"Just plane old pasta doesn't smell THAT good you idiot…!" She was holding herself back; the smell was intoxicating.
"Does it smell that good…? I've never really paid any attention… guess I'm just used to it." Touma shrugged. Mikoto continued to watch Touma has he cooked, catching him glancing at her every now and then while doing so. Touma would quickly re-focus himself each time, feeling nervous being stared at like that. Around the time when the dish was done, when Touma was transferring the contents of the pot to a different container, Mikoto spoke up.
"How's… sleeping going to work?" Touma froze for a moment, before finishing transferring.
"You can have the bed. I'll make myself comfortable in the bathtub." He started to get plates and other eating utensils.
"Eh? Why the bathtub? Isn't that rough on your back…?" Mikoto asked.
"Yeah… but that's how it worked when Index was staying with me."
"She made you sleep in the bathtub!?"
"N-no… It was my idea... It didn't feel right taking the bed when I don't have a futon for her… I can't afford one honestly…" Touma set the things he was after off to the side, and began stirring the pasta, trying to cool it down and adding some additional spices at the same time.
"…You should have the bed. I'm smaller and would fit better if your bathtub is the only option." Mikoto said.
"No, you're the guest so you should get special treatment. Plus, you're the one in a bad spot at the moment; you should have some sort of comfort." Touma replied. Mikoto looked frustrated… and then a blush creped across her face as Touma was taking the pasta out into the open area and setting it down on his table.
"W-well… w-we both could sleep on the bed." Mikoto stuttered out, almost causing Touma to trip as he spun himself around, also blushing.
"W-why the hell would you suggest that!?"
"H-hey! You're always putting yourself on the line for me, s-so you should be comfortable s-since I'm dragging you into trouble a-again!" Mikoto shouted, pointing at Touma.
"B-but you're the guest who is in possible life-threatening trouble, so you should have some comfort to make you feel better!" Touma shouted, pointing back.
"S-so us sharing the b-bed is the only reasonable compromise!" Mikoto shouted back. They both hung there for a moment, not moving while staring at each other.
"…We will decide after we eat!"
"Agreed!"
-Just Outside Touma's Apartment-
"Oho~ looks like they are getting really friendly~" The man from before sat on top of a building just overlooking Touma's apartment. He was again talking on his cell phone.
"I told you to watch them, not to give me the play by play about their pointless antics…" The woman replied. "Can you give me your actual report, and not just random observations?"
"They met the spy and discussed what happened, we more than likely won't be able to do anything to him from now on without tipping certain people off…"
"…We won't have much of a choice, that man is too enter-twined in so many factions, we can't do anything about him without being caught; we will just have to be more careful…"
"As long as you didn't spill all your stuff all over town, I'm sure it will be fine!" The man smiled.
"I don't go around spilling things everywhere! And as you know, I'm in a very secure location! Stop being stupid!"
"Aww, come-on… just was trying to have a little fun…" The man frowned. "Is it alright if I play around a little bit with the Imagine Breaker?"
"Right now? Of course not!" The woman shouted. "Have some subtly!"
"Fine… stick to the plot; only disturb them while they are looking into things…" The man appeared disappointed.
"Good… remember, this is the first test of many, we need as much data as we can get to insure the outcome we want. Make sure we get it." The woman hung up abruptly. The man sighed closing his phone, hanging his head low, but then smiled.
"So you two are the main characters? I hope your good, because I'll be sure to make the first level nice and hard for you!"
Well... what'd ya think? I hope you enjoyed it~ R&R so i know how I did! See ya guys next time!