Alright so lets get this simple i don't own any of the characters. However i do own my own Character Ivan Break who i am putting on a different novel of my own this is just a test run for him. Another thing i'm not sure if i will try to put romance in this i'm not that good at that thing but i'm trying new writing aspects all the time. I will warn you some swearing action and a bit drug use. I would enjoy a review or two about something you would like to see more of or just how the story is. I hope you enjoy this twist off of this great anime. As well my character is in the main rule but also Kazari Uiharu from Judgment I don't just put in one protagonist in my stories.

Kamijo Touma walks up the stairs of his dorm apartment sighing to himself as Index tries to keep up. "You wouldn't have all that trouble if you didn't wear those robes, just give me the grouses?" he says, as she gasps for breath stopping in the middle of walking up to him.

Index looks up at him glaring with her big eyes. "I can handle it fine on my own thank you," she says, taking another step. Her foot slips halfway up and she falls back surprise hitting her face.

"Index," Touma yelps grabbing out at her hand but he is too late.

Index slams into the chest of someone behind her who luckily keeps her up steady so she won't slam her head on the stairs and crack her skull open. She looks up into the gray eyes of someone that didn't look at all Japanese. His jaw is bigger but sharp the same goes for his lips his and nose, shaggy dark green hair drops to his shoulders pointing this way and that.

He gives her a smile and brings her back up to a standing position. "You best be careful there," he says his voice has an accent of American or Canadian perhaps. Index stares at his gray eyes that scan over Touma like fire lapping at ones skin.

"Thanks," she finally says before hurrying up the stairs where Touma is standing. He is around Touma's age but taller than him and a little broader looking about the height of five nine not five seven like Touma. He wears thick black leather boots with gray and blue coma baggy pants that are stuffed in his leather boots his long sleeve shirt is black with a big letter H in the middle.

"I'm glad I'm already being able to meet my neighbors," he says, with his accented voice. He puts a hand on the back of his head scratching as he looks at the two silent people. "I'm Ivan Break I'm pretty sure I'm going to the same school as you," Nodding to Touma.

Touma shakes his head finally out of the daze that the person gave him. "I'm Kamijo Touma, it's good to meet you." Touma replies, both of them shake hands. Index is almost certain that he is a magician but when Touma's right hand touches the other persons nothing happens maybe he isn't.

"I hope we get along, it's my first time staying in this country I've been here plenty of times but that's it." He says cheerfully.

"Where are you from?" Touma says, as they reach the door of Touma's dorm.

"British Columbia in Canada actually, I came here to develop my esper abilities. I'm a level two but my power is stupid can't actually develop anymore after level two. What about you?"

"Nay I'm a level zero weakest of the weakest." Touma replies, waving his hand.

"Hmm, you have a fighting posture to you been in a lot of street fights I bet." Ivan says, he wipes his mouth with his knuckles looking Touma up and down. "You have a posture of an experienced fighter."

Touma looks at him sweat forming on his brow as he thinks of an excuse fast. Finally he just lowers his head almost in shame. "I just have terrible luck." He says flatty.

Ivan laughs patting him on the shoulder. "I know where you're coming from. I couldn't count how many times in Victoria City that I got into fights just because of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You too huh," Touma lifts his head and opens up the door to his dorm. "I got to go have to make dinner I wouldn't be eating so early but I got someone who wants to eat at this moment."

Index glares up at him but doesn't say anything. Instead she turns to Ivan starting to form a little grin on her face. "Ivan you should dine with us," she says flatly, Touma gives her a sharp look but sighs.

"I would love to," he replies a smile spreading over his face.

Thirty minutes later they are eating over a meal sitting around the small Japanese table Touma owns. "So you're from Canada what type of place is it over there?" Touma finally asks, after quite a while of silence.

"Hmm to explain," Ivan says, rubbing his forehead. "Well forests that stretches for hundreds of miles I live near a new military base so they were training with advance technology that the military doesn't use right now and won't use for the next thirty or so years. Another big one is guns down there I owned all types of weapons military to hunting."

"It must be dangerous there," Touma replies.

"Nay not that much crime and everyone is nice we just like to shoot a lot out on the ranges and stuff like that. It's surprising how many people don't know how to us a gun here, well besides the teachers I heard a lot of them are trained to be Anti-skill forces."

"Yeah we also have a lot of rules that go along with that. I wouldn't be caught outside around 22:00 pm they will get you for that."

Ivan nods, "22:00 pm then ten a clock at night got ye."

When Ivan leaves, Touma shuts the door behind him thinking to himself he didn't really hate this person actually he found it quite enjoyable to hang out with him. He turns back to his room sitting on the bed Index sitting on the ground watching the TV.

"What do you think of him?" Index asks.

"Hmm I think he's an alright dude pretty nice," he replies.

She nods turning to him, "he was quite nice and didn't seem shy but trusted us way too much. Did you see his right hand?"

Touma shakes his head.

Index rules her eyes showing him her right hand. "He has tattoos riding up his fingers all of them looked connected in lines I'm thinking it has something to do with magic."

"Come on he's an esper and plus he's from Canada a foreign country what church would he be with?"

Index shrugs, "I don't know last time I checked none of the churches have any agents in Canada but those tattoo's looked familiar though I'm thinking something that has to do with old magic."

"Old magic?" he asks.

"Other belief systems used magic before Christianity the Roman pagan's and Greek gods but those are similar to Christian magic ways or newer magic. But those lines were entirely different I swear that I should have it but I can't but my mind on it."

Touma sighs, "I touched his right hand if they had any magic on it I would of broken in right there he's not a mage. It's just a regular tattoo he probably got in his own country."

Index finally just turns back to the TV, he didn't seem magical but something was still off on him. Maybe he is a hired agent for the Roman Catholic Church. Either way she wasn't going to trust him he was a foreigner and from the America's not Europe. Making him more different than anything she has seen before.