HEY EVERYBODY
I noticed the awful lack of Kuroko Shirai fanfic on this here website and I'm here to assuage it somewhat. I don't any of the characters of A Certain Scientific Railgun (I wish I did) and this was made for Misaka/Kuroko feels.
Enjoy! It will be multi-chapter _ aw yiss
Flawless Execution
Kuroko Shirai yawned, stretched, and uttered a small moan of pleasure upon her shoulder muscles popping. She had just spent hours crouched over seemingly endless reports, writing, signing, and going over the reports in case there were mistakes. There were no none, and now, at 11 am, she was finished. It wasn't like her to spend nights in the office, but due to some recent occurrences…she was forced to. "Ayah…to think that whole situation could've been avoided…" Heaving a huge sigh she curled her fingers around the handles on her wheels and started towards her bedroom.
Some time later she arrived. Carefully, she opened the door: in her weakened state, teleportation was not an option. The room was darkened and Kuroko's eyes strained to make out shapes. One noticeable shape made her smile. Misaka Mikoto, clad in childish pajamas, lay in deep sleep on her bed. To add to the effect, moonlight softly illuminated the scene. It took all of Kuroko's might to not pounce.
"Onee-sama…" she breathed deeply, blushed, and proceeded to change into her own pajamas. If you could call them that, she smirked. Momentarily distracted, she thought about the current body of affairs. Sure, she stole Onee-Sama's underwear, groped her, watched her, and any other number of things, but she was still a member of Judgement. What with her injuries and ever-piling work, she could not afford to indulge in her…desires, as much as she would like to.
Done being dressed, she began to go towards her bed. Now here, was the tricky part. "If only I didn't have these stupid injuries", Kuroko muttered as she brought the wheelchair as close as possible to the bed. Stopping for a moment, she wondered briefly if she could use her teleportation abilities. "Surely I could…I mean, its just a few meters…"
"…Kuroko? What are you doing?"
"!"
Kuroko had almost fallen out of the chair at the sound of the sleepy inquiry. "O-O-O-Onee-sama! I thought you were asleep!" It was not the shock of the Misaka awake that made Kuroko surprised, rather, it was Misaka herself. Her brown hair, always carefully made, was in delightful disarray. Her chestnut eyes, edged with drowsiness, narrowed and gleamed brighter than ever. Her pajamas had bunched up and Kuroko could see a glimpse of her inner thighs. Sleepy Misaka was the best image to behold, seeing as she was defenseless and ever so cute.
"I…er, was preparing to go to sleep. That is all." Kuroko then begin to start getting into bed, lest her desires get the best of her. Misaka blinked and her eyes were now alert. "…haven't you been sleeping in the first place?"
"Onee-Sama does not know that I Kuroko was working hard and unfortunately had to go to sleep late."
"Working—wait, until 11 am?!"
"Yes well goodnight." Kuroko abruptly answered, wanting more than ever to get into bed. Aroused by the sight of a sleepy Misaka, added to her tiredness and the burden of work, she wanted to rest.
The sound of creaking bed springs; followed by quick, light steps, made her stop breathing. Then, she felt warm arms go underneath her own and she was soon being carried, bride style, by Misaka.
"ONEE-SAMA—"
"Shush! Do you want to wake the Dorm Mother?!"
Kuroko silenced herself and felt heat all over her face. No doubt it was as red as her underwear. Misaka, oblivious, carried and lowered her small body on the bed carefully. Then, as an added thought, Misaka had thrown the blankets over her. "Goodnight. And if you need help with those reports, just ask me. Its not like my Railgun is the ONLY interesting thing about me." Misaka smiled and went to her own bed as well.
Kuroko sighed contently. There were many wonderful things about Misaka that Kuroko loved besides her electrical esper abilities.
"Goodnight, Onee-Sama."
"…"
As quick as the sudden sentiment, Misaka had fallen into a deep sleep and was snoring loudly. Cute, but loud. Kuroko closed her eyes and soon slept.
The next day had begun like any other day and ended just as well. Fortunately for Kuroko most of the paperwork had been finished and her injuries were slowly healing. However, having fun was out of the question. For Kuroko that is. Even if it was right of her to have fun, after all of THAT, the tiny girl was determined to finish her work and continue.
This childish want did not go unnoticed. Uiharu had stopped by her work area. "Kuroko! Are you still working? The doctor said you should rest…"
"ME? Rest? At a time like this?! If I'm confined to this stupid wheelchair then the least I can do is this deskwork!"
"…that doesn't make any sense at all…"
"BAH! You wouldn't understand!"
Truthfully Kuroko was feeling less than stellar but she kept going nonetheless. She made a commitment to Judgment and no measly injury was to keep her from it.
Uiharu, chastened, had walked somewhere else and left Kuroko alone. Some time later, more people had arrived. Saten and Uiharu. And…
"Kuroko! I just heard from Uiharu! What do you mean you're still working!"
"Onee-Sama! The care is welcome but I must do my duty."
"Duty my butt! I just talked to your supervisor and he said it would be fine to take a break!"
"WHAT?! But, all these papers—!"
"They can wait. Come on!"
Misaka had closed the distance between them and grabbed the wheelchair. Kuroko could only meekly watch as Misaka propelled down the elevator, down the building, down the street, to the diner they always hung out at. In this silence, Kuroko thought. I'm flattered that Onee-Sama would want me well-rested and free of worries, but, I have things to do. Then again…maybe she's right. I've been feeling tired and work done with a half-hearted attempt ends in bad results…and, maybe, just maybe, Onee-Sama may be—
The thought was insane and it prompted her to spray her beverage everywhere. Uiharu was sprayed and Saten set to work at removing the wet articles of clothing, much to her protest. Meanwhile, Misaka had turned to Kuroko.
"Hey! Are you alright?"
"I am fine. Do not worry."
Saten, now rejected by Uiharu, grinned devishly. "I bet you anything she was thinking some dirty, eh?" Kuroko blushed.
"That's rich, coming from a girl trying to strip another girl! Uiharu, please go to the bathroom, you're distracting me!"
Uiharu, blushed, and dashed towards the bathroom. Kuroko sighed and cleaned up the mess. Another hand joined her in cleaning and Misaka laughed. "This is a good sign! If you can make witty remarks then you should be feeling better in no time!" Kuroko blushed again.
"…right. Well, what else are we doing today?"
"…hey! I know!" Saten had excitedly pounded her hands on the table and was smiling. Kuroko would've liked Misaka to choose the next destination but oh well. "What is it, Saten?"
"How about we pick out clothes for Uiharu?"
"W-W-What? Why me?"
Uiharu had returned, her clothes somewhat dry and deeply stained. The girls had rolled their eyes. Saten continued, "All I ever see you wear is that uniform! As much as I love flipping that blue skirt, why don't you have some variety as well? The same goes for your underwear neh heh heh…"
"SATEN-SAN! This is a public place!"
While the two girls continued with their antic Misaka was concentrating, her head resting on her hand. Kuroko noticed and ventured a question.
"What is it Onee-Sama?"
"I was just thinking I need some new clothes as well…"
"…then this would be an excellent thing to do!"
"Kuroko. You are not choosing my clothes. We know what happened last time…" Misaka then shivered slightly as Kuroko then remembered, "What happened last time." Good times, she thought, licking her lips. However…
"Onee-Sama, I assure you that I will not come between you and your clothing styles. All that matters to me is taking them off heh heh…"
"Kuroko."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to have some electro-shock therapy? Maybe it will fry the bad thoughts from your mind!"
"ONEE-SAMA!"
After being kicked out of the diner (although they would just end up there again next week) the four girls walked down the street towards the shopping area. Kuroko meanwhile sported new bandages. Not that they mattered though. Kuroko could only shiver in delight at the feeling of Onee-Sama's power coursing through her body, despite the shock and electricity involved.
"Misaka-san, did you really have to do that?" Uiharu, always the caring one, was worried for Kuroko. Kuroko herself did not deny her feelings for the flower-headed girl but they were nothing compared to her feelings for one-sama…but they were good friends nonetheless.
"Uiharu, if you spent the night with her, in the SAME ROOM, you would understand why I do these things."
"OH!"
Kuroko tsked. "Yeah, right, like I would try the things I do to you with Uiharu. Uiharu just isn't my type. Although I do love the sight of her underwear…"
"KUROKO-SAN—!"
"Shirai, if you don't stop it, I'll plant you in front of that desk and tell the supervisor to give you every single paperwork needed to run Judgment."
"My, my, Onee-Sama is using my last name! I thought we were close…"
"SHIRAI!"
The deafening yell made everyone in the metro stop and look at the quartet of girls. Misaka had let go of the wheelchair handles and was staring at the ground angrily. Kuroko had turned around. "Onee-Sama?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
A sliver of lightning escaped from Misaka and threatened to shock, but only coursed out for a brief moment. Her anger was slowly thundering.
"…you have no idea what that name means…I…don't have a right to use that name. I mean…"
Misaka shook her head and looked up.
"I just wanted you to have fun. Sometimes I forget you work for Judgment, doing all of these things. And I'm your roommate as well…"
She let out a sigh.
"I guess I wanted to make you feel better. I'm sorry."
Then, Misaka smiled.
"So, how about we look for clothes? Kuroko, I'll even let you pick out an outfit for me—"
"Don't smile like that."
Misaka stopped and stared at Kuroko. The diminutive girl in the wheelchair seemed more dangerous than the previously angered Railgun.
"Your smile is much better when it's not fake. I know that. I love it when you smile for real. Even more so if I'm the source of said smile. However, if you smile like that, it's not the same. I feel…like I'm no use for you. Like I'm just a bother. I'm appreciative of what you're trying to do, but, I'm not, I'm not—"
Kuroko swallowed back the tears. This was not a time for her to cry. Even the words, seeming so easy to speak, were like yanking stones out of her throat.
"I'm not worth it. I know this but, even if it's not real, your smile or your kindness, I love it all the same."
She breathed and began to run away. Well, try to run away. The Class 4 Teleporter was reduced to hurriedly turning wheels in her wheelchair. She made it about ten feet before Misaka reached her. Kuroko quietly cursed the device. Did she really say all of that?
"Kuroko, you can't run away dramatically in a wheelchair. That was kind of lame, haha…"
"I KNOW THAT! At least I tried! Now let me go!"
"No."
"I JUST SPULRTED MY FEELINGS OUT LIKE SOME UNGRACEFUL BROKEN WATER FOUTAIN IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!"
"Kuroko!"
"Ehhhhhhhhh!"
She was breathing wildly. The injuries and the emotions were getting to her. How shameful of her. To be like this in front of Onee-Sama.
Meanwhile, Misaka was looking her deeply in the eyes. She had turned the wheelchair to face her and she had kneeled to even the height difference. Unlike last night when her eyes were glazed, they were beaming with determination. Kuroko loved that look. It only came in battle or moments of panic. Involving friends.
"What is it? If you keep looking at me like that I might kiss you."
"Kuroko, as bothersome as that sounds, you are worth it."
Misaka smiled, a small one, and reached a hand out to Kuroko. She patted the small girl's head. "Even if you're perverted, you steal my underwear, or carry on like some prideful fool and try to do everything, you are still worth it. Honestly, I feel like I don't deserve having you as a friend. Look at me. I hurt people." Misaka eyes' darkened and the pat became half-hearted affection.
Kuroko shook her head and clasped Misaka's hand. "No, no, that's not true at all. Onee-Sama has helped people as well. If I, with all of my failures, are worth something, then, Onee-Sama is extremely worthy." Time had stopped for the two of them. After the previous weeks of battles and problems, here was time reserved for the two of them, as selfish as it sounded. This was the time to say it, even though, technically, Kuroko had said it any number of times. But this time was different. With her tiny hand, she squeezed Kuroko's.
"That's why I love you so much, Onee-Sama."
Misaka blushed and stood straight up. Well, it was good when it lasted.
"…Thank you, I think."
She gave a look, though, that conveyed warm feelings that Misaka was unable (but could, someday) give. "Thanks for the other stuff too."
"Onee-Sama…"
"Man, I didn't mean for this to get all emotional but, do you still want to go shopping?" Misaka extended her hand and smiled. A real one, this time. Kuroko smiled as well and took the hand.
"Of course. I have thought of a perfect outfit for you to try on, at least."
"W-What?! Oh, the promise—!"
"Neh heh I wouldn't forget that delicious tidbit!"
"Hey! Are you guys finished yet?! Me and Uiharu got so bored of your romantic talk we got some crepes!"
"WHAT ARE YOU CALLING ROMANTIC TALK?!"
"ONEE-SAMA!"
The group soon calmed down and arrived at the department store.
TO BE CONTINUED!