The weather was like always in academy city. Predictable. The skies were bright, wisp of clouds dotted the bright blue canvas and the gentle wind slowly filtered through the leaves and through the tawny brown hair of a certain level five as she stood in front of her nemesis. A thorn in her side since, according to a rumor, it took a 10,000 yen note from her, from Mikoto Misaka.

She waited, eyes and mouth thinned, the tip of her tongue glided across her lower lip with the look of anticipation, lifting her chin slightly, letting out a soft sigh or warning growl. Only she knew which.
are you sure? She brushed loose strands of hair tickling her cheek, behind her ear. I'm sure…the voice sounded in her head. a confident reply.

It was little misaka. An Avatar created by the combination of Mikoto Misaka's blood and Anastasia Von Alucard, queen of vampires and ruler of the four kingdoms, the royal blood. (Railgun into the dark)

Mikoto Misaka was bitten by a man-made rogue vampire, its venom devolving into nothing but a dark wasting no time sank her fangs into Mikoto's soft supple neck and let her venom flow into Mikoto's veins. the queens venom had no equal in strength and quickly eradicated the venom.

Mikoto survived the attack. But the queens venom remained. Despite trying to eradicate the venom, its determination to survive, creating new life, little misaka is born. And the two of them hoping to find mutual understanding between them.

"let's see…." Mikoto absentmindly puckered her lips, "a sweet red bean soup with grain" she shivered, looking a little disturbed. "NO!" Little misaka shook her head hard.

"Condensed Nutritional beverage…. survival plus one."

"I… don't think so…"

"Dual ranch specialty pork cutlet sandwich drink…"

"You're Kidding ! real pig!" the little girl inside mikoto's head drooled.

Leaning closer to the certain vending machine, thinning her eyes, not that she need to, with vampiric vision she could see in the darkest of darks. "No…. i don't think so." Giving the machine a quick couple of sniffs.

"Damn! Just image the chunks of pig…" she drew her arm across her mouth wiping the drool off her small chin. Little Misaka's stomach growled. "Sorry".

"Yam drink, plum porridge, strawberry oden…co…"

"What are we? Vegetarians? Do I look like I don't shave my legs? Little misaka growled, annoyed, "Well…do we? i don't think so."

Mikoto rolled her eyes.

"Habanero Pineapple juice, Coconut cider….um…oh, here it is." A small smile of accomplishment took root, slowly nodding her head and tapped the button.

"Rainbow Tomato Juice." she said softly.

"That's it…". little misaka quickly approved.

Mikoto decided to ignore little misaka remarks regarding Vegetarians. is a tomato a vegetable or a fruit but it certainly wasn't meat.

The little avatar closed her eyes, nodding her head as she crossed her arms over her tiny chest. "that's it…. get that one."

"Ok…oh but wait…Coco Goya…. mmmm" Mikoto took a breath, reconsidering her choice, "maybe…. Ruiko did recommended that one…maybe we…."

"no, get the Rainbow Tomato juice…" she let out a loud sigh, "look two birds with one stone."

"Fine…" Mikoto huffed, putting her hand over her eyes, rubbing her temple. "Headache?" Little misaka asked. "Yes" Mikoto answered, "you…" puffing out her cheeks, taking a deep finally breath and took her hand from her eyes.

"Hmmm…" Mikoto nodded. Getting ready, she slowly began to hop, effortlessly, she rose to the tips of her shoes and left the pavement, gaining height. She dropped to the pavement. Not making a sound. A gift from her vampiric powers. Again, she hopped, and the process repeated.

"I have some misgivings." Mikoto spoke, her hair rising and falling with each hop. "I just don't think tha…..."

"That's the problem," little misaka interrupted, "youre thinking too much. Just do it…. I'm telling you that they are putting yummy blood in our tomato juice at the bakery café. I don't mind but sometimes. When we order we should get what we order…. its principle…and i…. we really do like what we like…And those shewolves are laughing behind our backs becau…."

The edge of Mikoto's mouth twitched, "if I could get inside…one day…youre going to get it…." little misaka chuckled teasing Mikoto. "Shewolves don't care where they laugh. They'd laugh in our faces…."

"Yea I know! …but…."

"Besides you said…" Mikoto interrupted.

"Ooooooohhhhh! It's true…. i wouldn't lie to you…" she giggled. Sounding a little mischievous. "You can't…" Mikoto groaned "so don't even…." She bit the inside of her lip

" who said I couldn't" she laughed even louder.

Mikoto couldn't see little misaka. She was located somewhere deep in the void between her subconscious and conscious mind. Like her lymphatic system, respiratory system. Nervous system, the vampiric system wrapped itself around like a vine crawling up a tree. But Mikoto could sense what her avatar was doing.

Little Misaka crossed her arms over her tiny chest, gave a hard nod with a determined look on her face. "a vampire gets stronger as I…. we get older. And since i…. she blushed, "I mean we are a queens' venom it is only natural that we do. We've spent time in the other realm, because of our injury. 200 years asleep and the other 200 doing…". she smiled, Mikoto's face turned a bright red, "I…i…" she stuttered, embarrassed." I know, or I mean I know what we did…." she grew warmer.

"Phtttp…" little Misaka freed her hand and waved her off like an annoyance. "that's right…. it's only natural so….so…. she laughed. perrrrveeerrtttt…." she whispered.

"Shut up!"

Mikoto Misaka and Anastasia Von Alucard are rather close. Really close.

"Anyway!" Mikoto slapped her blushing cheeks in mid hop, can we get to this?! Her face beginning to cool. "Right," she gave a hard nod. "So, we just need to concentrate, concentrate hard and we should get what we want. Think mind control like in the movies. Look deep into my eyes…" she spoke using a deep smoldering voice. Mikoto rolled her eyes.

"Really," mikoto right brow popped. "Take control of someone, make them…"

The image of Kuroko Sharia appeared in her thoughts." Could I make her….

Oh yea…. we could make her do anything…. or anyone" An evil grin shone across little misaka face.

"No, no, no…." Mikoto shook her head, "…Maybeeee…. get some nicer underwear or stop trying to molest me or…. "

"I would….". she snickered and let out a deep breath, "anyway."

"Right," ignoring little misaka response, "pervert…. "Mikoto whispered. "I know…" a quick answer.

"Think Rainbow tomato juice…. over and over…stare at that cursed machine, your arch rival. The mechanical thief that stole your money…. NOW!"

Mikoto Misaka hopped high into the air, came down on the tip of her brown loafers, twisted her hips, turned quickly, the opposite leg trailing gather momentum, her short skirt flipping up, exposing the shorts underneath. She twisted her head before her foot came around. "Tokiwadai Middle school style!" she growled, "old lady forty-five-degree angle restarting strike…." Her leg swung through the air, "CHAYSAA!" (volume 3…page 11. A certain magical index.)

But

Nothing. No sound…. No clattering of the can falling through the mechanisms of the machine. The satisfy clunk reaching its destination. She imagined looking down, seeing the rainbow strips on a black colored can, bright yellow lettering against lime green background reading Rainbow tomato juice, reaching down picking it up, popping the lid and taking a drink. Nothing. Nothing like it at all, what the hell had happened?

A loud burst of sound. An unexpected result,

"What the!"

"Oh crap…." answered a tiny confused voice inside her head. "didn't see that coming. Did you?"

Mikoto, shocked, slowly shook her head.

Where the certain vending machine stood was empty. Bits and pieces of metal bounced along the ground. Screws and bolts spun through the air and dropped to the grass.

She looked in the direction, of the slowly, getting fainter sound of a large mechanical device breaking apart, the certain vending machine tumbling, bouncing away. Pieces flying hitting trees, the rapid pop, pop, pop of cans launching like grenades from the dispenser. The cans spewing their contents, high pressured fizzing spinning around soaking everything in carbonated, uncarbonated liquid, hitting the ground spinning like fireworks. Among the chaos enveloping Mikoto Misaka, starring at the incomprehensible reaction to her action. Something bump the side of her shoe. She looked down, still dismayed, and saw an undamaged black colored can with a rainbow stripe.

"Pick it up!" Little Misaka reacted, her eyes getting wider, "is it?"

Mikoto bent over, reached down and picked up the can and looked at it as she straighten. "Rainbow Tomato…." She read the writing on the can without emotion, beginning a slow nod of her head.

"TOMATO! It worked…. i told you soooooooooo…."

"It did? Didn't it?" Mikoto spoke softly, righting the can in her hand, looked in the direction of the certain vending machine. It had finally stopped.

In the warm sunshine, lying on its back like a dying beast, random cans rolled slowly along the concrete stopping by the grass. A few whoomph, whoomph and the cans of strange juices stopped like the beating of a heart, the cover of the dispenser shut for the final time. Smoke and waves of heat rose from the broken mechanical corpse.

In the awkward silence of the success of their experiment, the growing sounds of alarms were getting louder.

"Oh!crappp!RUN! RUNAWAY!" little Misaka yelled and laughed. "I was right…..." she fell on her butt, laughing grapping her belly, "I was right."

Mikoto pursed her mouth, gave a modest nod of her head, looking at the can of Rainbow tomato juice in her hand.

She raised her right foot, turned her hips and broke into a run. A little faster than normal thanks to an extra boost of vampiric power.

A small smile growing on her face. She ran, feeling the warm wind blowing across her face, her mouth hanging open and the tips of her fangs peeking out, her nose quivering taking in the smells of trees, academy city students and the syrupy remains of empty cans laying scattered across the concrete and green grass.