"Theft, evading arrest, and the destruction of public property," Kuroko Shirai listed off, "in addition, you almost managed to kill yourself when you jumped through that window. In fact, you would've been a goner if I hadn't managed to catch you," she stated as she focused her gaze on the snickering teenage boy sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the brick wall of the Seventh Mist shopping complex. "And all for what? A pair of sunglasses?" Shirai questioned as she brushed her auburn pigtails behind her shoulder and adjusted her bright scarlet bows in her hair.

The young lad finally managed to cease his quiet chuckling as he looked up to the petite Judgement officer. "Well to prove that I could do it!" the dirty blonde haired teen bluntly stated with a smirk.

Shirai raised an eyebrow in question as she continued to stare down at this most peculiar boy. He was strange, she couldn't get a read on him. He definitely didn't look very threatening, he wore a fairly nice pair of jeans with a white dress shirt sloppily tucked inside, nothing spectacular. The bright pink tie he wore certainly didn't give off any threatening vibes, either. "And to whom are you trying to prove yourself to?"

"Why, to myself of course!" the boy exclaimed.

Shirai blinked and tilted her head in confusion.

"I can see you're a bit stumped at the moment, so allow me to explain it to that simple, little mind of yours," he told the now offended officer as he quickly stood up from the heated concrete sidewalk. "You see, I've got a standard to uphold!"

"Standard? Just who the heck are you?"

"'Who the heck am I?'" he asked, a shocked look appearing on his face. "Humph, figures," he mumbled under his breath as his smirk doubled in size, "I'm the extraordinary! The unbelievable! The Legendary Level One!"

Shirai just stared at him with a blank expression, "Yeah… sure. Anyway-"

"Mark Fragum is the name!" he loudly declared, cutting her off, "I'm one bad strawberry, if yah catch my drift. Some would consider him a lowlife, as impel kleptomaniac, others might even call him a nobody. But to those that are aware of his various feats of villainy, he's a master thief! Whose skills in the art of stealing are unmatched!"

Shirai released a quiet sigh of annoyance as she lifted her phone, preparing to contact her friend and colleague Kazari Uiharu, who was currently at the Judgement 177th branch office. After waiting a few seconds, she was finally able to reach her. "Ah! Uiharu! We're you able to get-" she stopped as an overwhelming taste of strawberries overcame her. She shook her head trying to regain her focus, but she just couldn't concentrate, this taste, it was so strange, so sweet, and it just came out of nowhere, could this be...? A small tap on the shoulder snapped her back to reality.

"Hey! You know, it's very rude to ignore someone!"

Shirai glanced back to him, as the strong taste of strawberries began to fade away. Mark gave her a wide toothy grin, and a quick wink, "You know, I wasn't done talking! Ignore me again and I just might have to hit 'cha with another round of my extraordinary strawberry ability!"

"So, after that lil' conversation, I was picked up by Anti-Skill and sent through the system, chewed up in a court room and spit out two weeks later, forced to do two months worth of community service!" Mark sighed, "I mean, what has the community ever done for me? It's an injustice, I tell yah! All I did was take a pair of sunglasses and hop out a window, nothin' big! But here I am, sent to this junkyard, Judgement Branch Office 177, forced to clean up after a bunch 'a school girls! It's torture I tell yah! Torture! I'm basically a slave!" he complained as he leaned back in his small cushioned office chair as he shifted his bright emerald toned gaze towards the petite young officer of Judgement, the same young officer that had actually apprehended him in the first place.

Shirai glanced towards him for a quick second before looking back towards the computer monitor that sat before her. "I'm aware of all this, I was there every step of the way." she reminded him as she continued browse her desktop.

A small pout formed on his face as he began to spin around in his chair, "Well, it wouldn't be so bad if there was something to do! All I've done so far is pick up a few boxes of milk, I thought I'd be beating up bad guys! Saving smokin' babes! But NO! All I get are janitorial duties, how lame."

Shirai just continued to stare intently at her computer monitor.

"Not gonna lie though, when I heard the Office had a female majority, I got kinda excited! Thought I'd be swimmin' is chicks by the end of this!" He stated, as he looked up to the ceiling and began to lose himself in his own wild day dreams; he could just imagine himself sitting on a beach, surrounded by various scantily clad women. Heaven! But his little fantasy was suddenly shattered when a quiet voice called his name.

"Mark, could you please come over here for a second, it won't take long," called out Kazari Uiharu, a small girl with short black hair, brown eyes, and a crown crafted out of flowers. "I just need you to sign off on a few things."

Mark released a long, exaggerated sigh as he forced himself towards her desk, "Whatever Flowers, let's just make this quick."

"Alright, so I noticed that any official data on you is a bit dated, I'm still looking into it all, but I just need you to sign off on what I've found so far," Uiharu explained.

Mark just looked at her with a questioning look, "Seriously? Why didn't this all happen during the court proceedings?"

Uiharu gave a small shrug. "I'm not sure, all they bothered to look into was your criminal record, besides that, they left the rest for me, not like it's an issue."

"Whatever, let's just get this over with!"

Uiharu sighed in response to the boy's impatience, "Alright then, I'll try to make this quick."

"Please do."

"Alright, you're 15 years old, you were born in New York, and you were sent to Academy City when you were only nine years old. You were classified as a level two esper, your ability is officially known as 'Sensory Manipulation', like it states so bluntly, you can manipulate the senses of almost any individual, but..."

"But what?" He asked, glancing towards her with a raised eyebrow.

"Well..." Uiharu began as she continued to scroll through his information, "you seem to be a bit, well, unique when it comes to Sensory Manipulation."

Mark just rolled his eyes, "Yeah, tell me something I don't know," he muttered with an annoyed tone.

"In any other case, you would be classified as a level two, due to the strong influence you have on ones senses, but you can only make others taste one thing: strawberries. That seems to be the only thing you can make others taste, thus you're a level one."

"Yeah! I call the effect Strawberry Jam! Now, I didn't just come over here just to hear my life's story, did I?"

Uiharu just nodded a bit, "I just need you to say that's all true."

"It's all good."

"Alrighty, If I find anything else I'll call you over."

"Please, don't hesitate," he said with an underlying tone of sarcasm. He stood up, with a small hop in his step, "Later Flowers." He ruffled her short jet black hair, causing her to blush lightly. "Yo Pigtails!" he called out to Shirai as he walked up to her.

Shirai looked up from her monitor and shifted her focus towards the teen, "Hmm? Yeah, what is it?"

"There has to be something to do around here. Something! I'm tired of just sitting, waiting for something to happen."

Shirai just shrugged, "Sorry, Judgement isn't fun and games, and besides, you're here to repay your debt to society, not to play around." she stated, leaving it at that. A long awkward silence filled the room, as the three bored teenagers just sat around, waiting for some event to transpire. But, this silence did not last long, as a loud knock resounded from the door.

Uiharu got up to answer it, but it didn't matter, as the door suddenly burst open, and in walked a bright blue eyed young lass, with long black hair, and a single white flower sitting prominently on the left side of her head. She wasted absolutely no time whatsoever, as she quickly darted towards Uiharu.

"U-i-ha-ru!" She shouted with a playful tone, as she flipped the short black haired girl's skirt high into the air, exposing her panties for all to see. "Ohh~! I see you're wearing pink polka-dots today!" she exclaimed, causing Uiharu's face to glow as red as a tomato. "Seriously, what am I going to do with you? Wearing such childish panties!"

"Psh, you're one to talk," a male voice intruded. The long black haired girl slowly looked back, only to see a blonde teenage boy that she had never met, lifting her skirt and staring intensely at her underwear.

"I mean look at this!" Mark uttered, "Stripes, really?" he commented as he continued to critique her choice of underwear. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's all real cute, but, it's sorta like a stray cat, everyone thinks it's adorable, but nobody wants to touch it, get what I'm dishing out?"

Nobody responded, Shirai's jaw just dropped as she stared at him, a look of shock on her face. Uiharu was no better, her cheeks were now redder than ever, and the long black haired girl, she was blushing of course, but also laughing over the whole situation, it was a kind of laugh one would make after embarrassing themselves, a laugh one utters in an attempt to defuse a situation.

"S-Saten...I-I am so sorry about him!" Uiharu managed to stutter.

The newcomer, apparently named Saten just continued to laugh awkwardly.

Mark continued to examine the girl's underwear, "Please Uiharu, it's no big deal, I'm just examine this girl's under garments. She did it to you didn't she? So what's the big deal if I look up her skir-!"

Mark was suddenly cut off as a jolt shot through his veins, feeling like he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, like he had just rammed a bobby pin into an electrical socket and held it there, taking shock after shock.

"Who do you think you are, huh? Some kind of pervert?!" an unfamiliar voice shouted. Mark actually managed to look up to the source of the voice. Through his hazy vision, he could see a girl with light brown hair with eyes similar in color. She had an expression of anger, annoyance, and disgust.

"I mean, really! You just looked up a girl's skirt that you've never even met!" the aggressor continued.

Mark managed to lift his twitching body up and began to limp over towards the girl.

"Y-yeesh, I-I'm sorry okay?" he managed to utter. "I g-get it though! You're just a bit jealous r-right?" he asked as he continued to stagger towards her, "I guess you don't get many admirers, do yah? And here I am just looking up random girls' skirts, and your just hurt because I didn't consider how others felt, you're probably thinkin' 'Oh man, why isn't he looking up mine?!' I get it, don't 'cha worry abou-!" he was suddenly cut off again as he was hit with another bolt of electricity.

Shirai, still sitting at her desk, looked up at the short tempered girl and sighed, "Come now Sissy, I know he's a bit hard to deal with, but I'm pretty sure you could tone it down a bit."

Saten, managing to stop her laughter, responded with "It's alright Misaka, you didn't have to shock him! It's really not that big of a deal."

The brown haired girl, now known as Misaka, continued to blush, much like the others. "Not that big a deal?! He looked up your skirt! And you don't even know who he is!"

Saten chuckled a bit as she scratched the top of her head. "Yeah, I'm not going to lie, that caught me a little off guard. But just look at him!" she said as she looked down to the strange young lad, who now smelled of smoke and ozone due to the electrical shocks. "I think you might have over done it a bit."

Misaka glanced down to him, he was still conscious, and looking up at her with an dazed smile. She sighed and rubbed the back of her head, embarrassed over the whole ordeal. "Yeah sure..." she trailed off. "Anyways, who even is this guy?"

"NO!" Shouted Shirai, trying to stop her 'Sissy' from asking the question.

But she was too late, Mark hopped up onto his feet with a grace that a boy that had just been zapped by lightning should not have had and raised his hand into the air, "Allow me to answer that for you! I am the Legendary Level One! Allow me to tell you of my many feats!"

Shirai released a long sigh as she slammed her head down onto her desk, causing a loud *thump!* to echo throughout the room.

"Hey!" Mark called out to her, "You know, it's very rude to interrupt someone! So keep it down, unless yah want a taste of my Strawberry Powers!" He then smirked as he turned his focus back to Misaka. "Anyways, you might wanna get ready, 'cause this'll be a story for the ages!