This fic was requested by Flem974, so I can say that the idea is his!

Enjoy!

Whisper

It was getting crowded; very rumbustious and unimaginably busy. The road was filled with strolling people whilst each of them were heading to their respective destinations, trying to penetrate the city of humans as others just followed those who were walking in front of them. Their shoulders and arms started bumping to each other each time the opposite current of walking humans passed them, only to be replied by apologetic looks, exasperated mumbles, or at times, perverted grins that also described the variety of people that was present in Academy City. Nevertheless, they were sure that they would run flatly straight to their destinations if there was less traffic.

Less expected from growing crowds and noisy draft that really wanted to create a bad image towards the said road, a silhouette of a girl could be seen, walking silently, not knowing where her own paces directed her too. She had a blank look; eyes were too void to see, staring at the hollow sight of her own legs whilst the stream of people began forcing her to walk faster. Her fragile shoulders were dropped dead, finding it hard to stay the same just like how they used to be, and for everything that had been showed by the individual called Misaka Mikoto, she found herself not so different from a lifeless statue.

The winds started revealing themselves from their respective concealments, trying to enter the stertorous crowd until it finally succeeded to flutter the tip of the Railgun's tea colored hair. For that, the temperature began decreasing again even though the sun was still shining there, much different from the mild warmth that the civilians really hoped from the weather. And the winds started blowing again, quarreling about current and intensity until one of them was brave enough to exploit their capability to blow.

The Railgun found herself at the intersection of the roads, signaling the end of the previous one and the dawn of a new, fresh road. It didn't need much thinking or one-sided discuss with herself to choose which way she should go, for she didn't really understand where she was going either. She was just pacing, stepping on the new road without her knowing why, as though she was attracted and infatuated subconsciously by an invisible thread that directed her to one place and one place only, and even though she wasn't curious of the destination or the thing that still made her to walk again and again, she kept passing through another people nonchalantly.

Blind men or not, everybody could know from the first glance that the said girl was not in a good state; either from the way she walked or the way her expression implanted on her face. Indeed, even though her mind was as void as an empty barrel, a fraction part of her brain was still, thinking about a figure of a young man, staying obstinately in the most important part of her brain as though it was some kinds of addiction. And Misaka Mikoto vaguely knew that even though it was not her brain who led her to any other place, maybe it was the image of spiky haired guy who led her, and for some obvious reasons, she followed the vivid trace of it.

The less traffic was there eventually, clearly showed by less people and her capability to see the landmarks and the drafts of the boulevard more. They received another blank look from her, and somehow, they appeared to demand another attention from the hazel haired girl. Nevertheless, even the inanimate like them could know that their efforts were futile; throwing themselves to the world of confusion as they started thinking about someone who could make a vibrant girl like Misaka Mikoto slipped to a place where children never smiled and the sky was never blue. For that, they began thinking ironically: this must be Kamijou Touma who was implanted in her brain.

A pair of black hue line under her eyes was the proof of her deficient sleep time, and to be honest, she hadn't eaten for about two days. Even though she could tell her roommate that she was not in the mood to eat and indeed she was not hungry at all, her body couldn't react just like what her brain had said, as every step appeared to be so heavy, and a rather strong wind was enough to sway her around a little bit just until she regained her composure at last. She shouldn't have any adequate energy to continue her pace or even to start it from the first time. She didn't know why, but she just found it easier rather than swallowing any kind of food. It was silly, because she didn't even know where she was going. She was just going to which the wind blew, going to which the lost one go.

Although the less traffic was indeed there, one's clumsiness couldn't be erased, fully showed by a sudden shoulder bumping between the hazel haired girl and a guy she didn't really know. He constantly bent down and apologized, showing every hint of courtesy and politeness that he appeared to have perfected since his childhood. Misaka Mikoto could see a spiky hair, nevertheless, her hope was fallen into a deep trench when the blond hair showed the delusion that she just saw that time in a span of seconds.

She passed him blankly; eyes became too blind to see the hidden meaning of courtesy.

(After she vanished into another crowd, she could swear that she heard the man's shriek, and it sounded like he was hit forcefully on a place that became man's pride and dignity.)


She found herself in a familiar place.

It was ridiculous to acknowledge that her legs were the one that led her to the said place. She looked at the red vending machine, currently reflecting the sunshine whilst the peripheral aroma of bushes and trees could be smelled. Her blank look was replied by the lifeless stare of the said vending machine, but somehow, the hazel haired girl could know from the way the scenery became oh so different (in her point of view) and the way the vending machine gave her a cold look that the said thing demanded the figure of spiky haired guy to be there, finally bickering with her while the vending machine smirked at the usual pattern.

She was there… not because she wanted to, but rather, because it was an ordinary pattern for her to be there, setting an ambush to meet Kamijou Touma. But now, the said guy… was not there, and no matter how stoic an individual called Misaka Mikoto could be, she really wanted to cry for his appearance there.

Her flawless hands found themselves in her pocket, taking a Gekota charm that became the only memento of her love secret; a fragile little thing that they both bought on one blissful day, just until it became the only thing that reflected the whereabouts and soul of Kamijou Touma when she found it lying on the beach alone. She watched it on her hand, looking at it as though it was some kind of long forgotten friend, with an expression as if she would hug the said charm between her sobs. She let all of her memories overwhelmed her body, and with memory that was flown to her brain, she felt as though she had no any power to do anything. She felt as if she was just a weak girl who needed much protection, and ironically, her only protection was… gone.

And the Gekota Charm took a glimpse of crystal tear from the said girl, as it tried to comfort her with a lifeless, yet deep look in futile.

She remembered the time when she was alone at the bridge, looking at the blue draft of the lake whilst she regretted everything that she had done from the previous time. She was just stepping on the verge of lifeline just until he stopped her; dragging her from the road to the hell and let her to take a glance of heaven, in exchange his own mind, soul, and body on the line of death. He finally survived, even though he almost lost his soul ten times and his breath nearly stopped. He still joked around with her, bringing that heart stopping smile of his as though the previous incident was nothing for him.

Her memory brought her also to the time when she was hiding behind the protection of red steel pole, clutching the plastic bag tightly as her ears never stopped listening to the words from the spiky haired guy. What he said indeed was an irresponsible things; something that couldn't be done without help, and she knew that he was a kind of guy who would talk like that to anyone. Nevertheless, she could feel some kind of frankness and honesty concealed perfectly behind the irresponsible, cool looking line. What she remembered was that she couldn't resist the urge to blush, and somehow she was fine with it.

Her face darkened slightly when she wandered to the time when the said spiky haired guy was covered with bandages and injuries, running around the dirty road as though he was in the mission to save the whole town again (and it was indeed true). She didn't need to be a professor to know that he was running from the nearby hospital without permission. The hazel haired girl just stopped him (momentarily), confronting him about her acknowledgement of his memory loss, just to be replied by his shocked expression. She couldn't see him like that, carrying an unimaginable weight and still tried to stumble onto the battlefield when his health was greatly impaired all on his own. He just shoved her off, leaving her with his usual smile, as though everything would be okay.

Her face darkened even more when she remembered the time when she was in the helicopter, the safest place around the area and the spiky haired guy was… there, standing on the most dangerous place with a face as though it was his own home and native country. She shouted at him to come with her, using all of her abilities to take him to the safer place in futile, just until he was forced to leave, and she never met him again afterwards.

She trailed off; muscles began weakening all of the sudden as each memory appeared to torture her without equal. She knelt on the ground, hugging the said Gekota Charm in depression whilst more tears began drenching the soil below, as though the tears tried to purify every fragment of soil with the sacrifice of her own happiness. Her tears channeled every kind of sorrow emotion that was granted to her for the two days of the disappearance of the said spiky haired guy and she couldn't resist her cry anymore.

Someone who would keep her warm every time, someone who would keep her safe from the storm had gone. Without him, nothing looked the same in the light; nothing ever seemed to quite turn out right. She realized that she was in love, but now, she was alone. She had lost the love she found, crying without a sound.

Where had he gone?

And she was crying even hard; not the usual crying that could be seen from someone who lost in a game, but rather, a cry that could be heard from someone whose life had been shattered, who didn't really want to see tomorrow. She was no longer kneeling, but burying her head to the ground beneath as though the soil demanded her kiss for it. She sobbed hard, heart broken, and also, stupefied by the sorrowful reality.

"Please… don't cry…"

And she started hallucinating too.

Eh?

"Please don't… cry…"

She looked to and fro, trying to know who had said the words. Her sight began becoming blurry, a good proof of the lack of sleep that she had experienced for the recent days. Her eyes began losing its ability to stay opened, and it appeared that all of her senses began giving up because of the lack of nutrients. But no matter the circumstances, she swore that she could hear that voice again, with the same words that the spiky haired guy had used; the words that she dearly loved, adorned with such tone of gentleness that could make her faint on the spot.

It was the voice of Kamijou Touma.

Still kneeling on the ground, having no any capability to stand up and to search the source of the said voice, her head turned right, only finding the image of strong legs that were covered with black pants, as though they were supporting a muscular body. Then, she looked upwards, only to find that the sight began deceiving her and she was truly mesmerized because of it.

It was the blurry image of Kamijou Touma, the same one, still wearing his usual uniforms with that renowned smile of his, and Misaka Mikoto thought that she had gone insane.

And her body had given up, truly showed by her closing eyes and everything went black all of the sudden. She stumbled on the ground as it supported her weight, sleeping soundly. Nevertheless, something was different: she was smiling brightly, the same smile that she always had whenever Kamijou Touma was there, and she would never look back.

She was found by Shirai Kuroko fifteen minutes later, and Misaka Mikoto found herself waking up in her dormitory, as usual.

Somehow, she knew that Kamijou Touma was still alive in this world, and she would wait for him no matter what.