Chapter 1

Well, long time no see everybody. For some it may be the first time we are meeting. This fanfic is a rewrite, however, the story will explain more things, start differently, and maybe... maybe end differently. For those who have already read my first fanfic, don't spoil ANYTHING please. The updates to the story may take as much as a year(not true but lets just say). I have also decided to take another fellow writer's advice on not putting up the date on when I will post the new chapters. I hope you like this chapter. Oh and I almost forgot, this story will take place exactly after when Misaka-san was temporarily turned into a Lvl 6 by Kihara Gensei and was resolved. So even though the Sister's arc is a little long ago, Misaka-san will have a trauma over anything that has to do with Accelerator because Kamijou Touma had not been able to beat Accelerator. Accelerator had been able to successfully kill all the sisters and achieved level 6. Misaka-san will both fear and hate him a bit more than her usual self.


With the population of 2.3 million, 80% of which is taken up by students focused daily on nurturing and improving their abilities, this is Academy city. Of the only seven level 5's people that dominate here, the third-ranked level 5, Misaka Mikoto was asleep in in bed, calmly yet also lazily.

Her roommate, auburn pig-tailed girl was scrambling around the room changing, knowing the horrible consequences if she was late to judgement training that day. Finally, as she finished, she looked at her Onee-sama, as some drool began to slowly spill out. Just when Shirai Kuroko, the pig-tailed girl was about to come up with at creatively perverted idea; a cellphone rang. Misaka Mikoto, the railgun drowsily forced her eyes open.

"Good morning, Onee-sama,"

She noticed her perverted roommate was standing in front of her and not laying beside her. She gave a relieved sigh, carefully, she rolled up and out of bed to reveal the green Gekota pyjamas. She went to grab her phone as she noticed a tingly feeling radiating from it. As she flipped it open.

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Shirai-san will be busy with some work today, please remind her.

The electomaster's expression showed bored and curious face.

She scratched the back of her head ruffling up her disheveled hazel bed hair.

"Onee-sama, are you alright? Onee-sama!" The twin-tailed asked giving her dear Onee-sama a disapproving stare.

Misaka-san looked up finally realized that her kouhai was speaking to her.

"Oh... Kuroko, could you repeat that?"

She sighed heavily face palming herself. "No, never mind. Don't mind me. I have Judgement training today so I may be back a bit late."

"I know, I know, Uihara-san just texted me."

As Kuroko headed towards the door, as she opened it; looking back she puckered her lips into an air kiss "Farewell, Onee-sama," she said dramatically. "I will be so lonely without you. But fear not, I Shirai Kuroko will always be-"

The girl was cut off by a series of bolts flying the girl to teleport away leaving the electromaster huff angrily.

The green Gekota rang a loud tune catching Misaka-san's attention. As she flipped it open, she noticed it was an unknown number. But, she decided to pick it up either way.

"Hello?" Misaka-san answered.

Static answered.

"Hello~?" She continued, finally, she decided it was a small prank call and ended the call. "People these days," she muttered in annoyance. Misaka-san tucked the phone within her skirt and headed out the door to the manga store. While walking through the streets, she noticed a couple of underclassmen giving her adoring glances with slight blushes on their cheeks. She gave them an awkward smile and quickly turned away and started to speed walk away. She stopped by a green building with giant windows showing the books that lie behind it. She stepped through and bell rung, indicating that there was a new guest; not that there is anyone in the store in the first place.

Huh? Why is this place empty. Usually there's at least the clerk. There isn't even the store clerk.

"Um... Is there anyone here?"

Weird. I don't think I should be here if even the store clerk isn't here. It probably is closed even though it's a Wednesday.

Misaka-san turned around and walked out through the aisles filled with books and magazines.

"Hello," a voice said behind Misaka as she walked.

She stopped and turned around seeing a young girl around 13-14 yrs and with bright golden eyes and long black hair that flowed loosely to her back. She wore a grey sweater that had a couple of earbuds slipped underneath and black cut jeans that was to her knees.

Golden eyes.. It reminds me of Shokuhou Misaki other than the stars, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Hi..." Misaka replied warily. She noticed the girl's name tag that read 'Flaire'. "Do you work here?"

Flaire stayed silent for a moment, looking out the window listlessly; then replied cheerily. "Well, technically I do for now. I'm just taking over the other guy's shift." She pointed over the the counter. "Are you wanting to buy something?"

Misaka nervously adverts her eyes, since all she ever did here was read the books not actually buy them. However she knew that if she wasn't going to buy anything while coming in, it would seem weird

"Well... Yeah. Actually I was going to buy this Gekota coloring set for this little girl." She said picking up the Gekota coloring set that was to her right.

Flaire gave a giant smile and jumped up and down excitedly. "Yay! My first customer!" She ran to the counter and stood there gesturing to Misaka to come.

Misaka handed the item and the credit card to Flaire. Flaire gingerly took the card and Gekota coloring set and started scanning it. Flaire was slowly working the cash register as Misaka began to realize that Flaire wasn't really good at her job. She struggled to find the right buttons and didn't know how to print the receipt, however Flaire's expression changed and something changed in her eyes.

...The color...? It's now a slight orange...

The face showed nothing not even a single desire. It radiated pure nothing, a feeling that was stealing everything Misaka was feeling and destroyed then. Misaka feel her gut clench up uncontrollably, she limbs trembled uncomfortably.

What's happening! Tears appeared despite the attempt to blink them slowly away.

I can't move. Just... What is this feeling..

Flaire looked up, instead of the cold expression, it was the cheery and innocent face that was showed just moments earlier. It made Misaka want to believe everything before was just a simple illusion, nothing but a mirage; but deep inside Misaka could sense that this girl was the same as him. The one who murdered all her sisters. Despite finishing the sister's project it seems like he wasn't able to reach level 6.

Does this girl have something to do with the level 5's? Her eyes slightly resembles Shoukuhou Misaki and her aura resembles him. Is she dangerous?

"Here," Flaire said as she handed Misaka the bag. She extended her left hand that held the card and receipt. Misaka hesitantly took the bag, card, and receipt. "Thank you for your purchase," said Flaire as she stood in a saluting posture.

Misaka-san chuckled at the girl.

"It has been a while since I've talked to someone..."

Flaire said as she looked down towards the register with her vacant gold eyes.

Misaka-san gave her a sympathetic look; somehow, I feel bad for her. I don't even know why.

"Well, want to have breakfast with me? I happened to skip it."

Flaire broke into a large grin, her eyes sparkled excited by the offer, but then wrinkled her nose confused for a moment before she spoke. "Is that what people call a date?"

Misaka's cheeks slightly reddened but disappeared as she explained. "No, no, it's just eating breakfast together like with friends. By the way, my name is Misaka Mikoto. Nice to meet you."

[...Friends...is that what you really think...]

"Sure, I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to leave the store for a while if needed. I'm Flaire, just Flaire, nice to meet you too." She said bowing slightly. She walked out from behind the counter and was headed out the door.

She turned around and motioned at Misaka. Misaka gave a small smile and followed her out. She skipped through the streets humming a song randomly while Misaka followed her calmly. But a question finally occurred to Misaka-san.

Where are we headed?

"Ah.. Flaire-san, where are we going?" Misaka-san asked troubledly.

"I'm not telling." Flaire hummed.

"I see..." Misaka-san replied, worried by the thought of going some where without where she's headed.

Misaka-san soon realized that now instead of going into a store, we were going through winding alleys, the sunlight slowly disappearing getting darker and darker.

She nervously stared at the buildings, they were stained brick buildings that led to another. She felt cold shiver down the back of her spine as she bit her lip lightly.

"Flaire-san, are you sure this is the right way?" She asked the girl who was skipping with a burst of excitement.

Flaire spun around facing Misaka with a grin that stretched widely.

"So I was wondering, what do think of games?"

...Games?

"Games are fun I guess." Misaka-san responded cautiously.

Flaire chuckle softly as she raised her left arm up pointing her index at Misaka, then she snapped her fingers as the air around them started to get colder.

The sound of her fingers snapping resounded within air. Misaka-san then realized two things. Everything around around her had began to disappear into a darkening vortex.

Two, she was fall into that unknown vortex also along with the Flaire floating in the air as she watched down cooly.

As Misaka-san fell, lights swirled around her faster than she could even process if she were to look at them that is.

Misaka was curled up within a ball with her eyes squeezed shut.

Ishouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehereIshouldn'tbehere

That thought kept clawing Misaka-san's mind not matter what she tried the cold whispers didn't disappear. Her body soon turned numb, as if thousands of needles pierced into her body, cutting to the bones, a cry erupted from her as she continued falling. She forced the last bit of her energy to open her eyes, wanting to at least see some type of hope. And yet her luck gave her something else.

A boy with pure white hair, pale complexion, and bloody red eyes that stared directly at her expressionless.

His face turned into dust disappearing into the darkness as Misaka continued to fall.

Just as Misaka decided this was just a bottomless pit, she gasped at the huge impact of herself hitting the cement ground. She laid completely still, staring up; the world felt as if it was spinning like a never end roller coaster. Then, as face appeared over her, a warm and familiar face.

..Saten-san..

"Misaka-san, why are you on the ground?"

"..I...don't know. I guess I fell..." She replied weakly as sweat slid down her pale face. She then closed her eyes and let her conscience slip away.


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