Kuro's Usual or Stalking for Minors
Accelerator watched from afar as the black haired boy played with his friends. Kuro, as Accelerator had started calling him in his head, seemed to be completely normal.
This was the third day he had spent simply watching him, and not once had he used any ability at all; especially one that could bypass Accelerator's own.
Even when the other kids showed off their weak powers; a spark generated here, the ability to pick up an empty can of juice there. Even the strongest of them had an ability that would be considered a Level 2 at best, and even then just barely. Even then, he showed them nothing.
A few kids picked on him for being a Level 0 (something Accelerator didn't believe for a second). Those that did were quickly shut up though, as Kuro showed that he had no problem smashing that kid in the face if their teasing went too far.
Soon the three boys split up, each going their separate way as they headed for their respective dorms. Accelerator followed Kuro from a distance.
And then it got interesting. Passing by an alley, he stopped short, and then ran down it as quick as he could. Accelerators pace quickened as to keep up.
His mouth opened in shock at the scene that he saw before him. It wasn't gruesome, or horrifying in anyway, just a major shock.
Down the alleyway, a woman was being harassed by a group of thugs, probably Skill Outs. It wasn't an uncommon sight by any means; this city was plagued with these failures, roaming the streets like they owned them.
The white haired boy spit as though to get the bad taste of just being near these people out of his mouth.
What really shocked him was Kuro. He had run directly to the trembling woman and taken her hand. Accelerator could just barely make out what he was saying.
"Onee-chan, I've found you. I'm sorry for getting lost," he apologized to the flabbergasted woman, putting his left hand in hers. He bowed to the thugs, and said, "Thank you for looking after Onee-chan," and then began to lead the older woman away.
The thugs were having none of it though, and they quickly blocked the two's path.
Accelerator kept a close eye on Kuro. Under these circumstances, he may finally reveal that power of his.
Kuro was having none of it though, and without hesitating or flinching, he punched the large man in the groin. He dropped to his knees in a silent scream, clutching his crotch, and Kuro pushed his way past the man, forcing him into the thugs who were closing in from behind; the woman had finally begun to run of her own violation.
The black haired boy's eyes widened as he past the man and spotted Accelerator watching from the alley entrance.
"Run!" he yelled.
Accelerator scoffed. Why should he? These guys were nothing.
He was proven wrong on the count of them being simple Level 0's though, as one of them threw a fireball.
Noticing the light and the heat, Kuro suddenly span, and punched the fireball out of existence!
With a wave of his hand, it was gone.
The sudden shift of balance caused the boy to stumble a bit, but he didn't stop moving.
And then as Kuro passed him by, he grabbed Accelerator's hand and began to drag the white haired boy after him. As soon as they were clear of the alley, the woman let go and began to run in another direction, leaving the two boys to run alone as the small gang of seven chased them, screaming for blood. Ungrateful bitch.
After a half hour of exhausted running, which left Accelerator collapsed on the floor and Touma breathing heavily, they had finally lost their pursuers.
When the white haired boy finally regained enough breath to speak, this first question was, "Why did you grab me?"
"It could've been dangerous."
"I can control any vector at will, and anyone or anything that touches me is – should be reflected. If those slim balls had touched me I would have ripped them to shreds."
"I never said it was you that would have been in danger."
Shiro stared uncomprehendingly. "You were protecting them?" The 'why' was left unsaid.
"Yep."
Accelerator gaped.
"Ah, I'm late for my curfew," he noticed. "Such misfortune!" With that, he ran off, throwing a casual "See ya Shiro. Come play some time!" back at the still gobsmacked Level 5.
Soon, Accelerator grimaced. This was becoming a habit. And had he just asked him to play with him?
Irony or Accelerator Makes Friends
Touma smiled as he noticed Shiro watching from afar, and waving his arms above his head, called out, "Shiro, over hear!"
"My name is Accelerator," he told him as he approached.
The other kids hurriedly backed away when they spotted him. They vividly remembered what happened those few short days ago, their teacher's fear, and their friend's broken arm.
"My name's Kamijou Touma," he introduced himself, not afraid in the slightest. "Let's play!"
"Are yo-"
"Tag, you're it!" Touma told him, tapping him on the shoulder and running away, laughing.
Still scowling, Accelerator did nevertheless chase after them when the children scattered with squeals of laughter.
Grudgingly, he recalibrated his Auto-Reflect so that in the unlikely case someone tried to Tag him, his reflection wouldn't work. He didn't want to hurt these kids if they were only playing a game.
It was easy for him to use his Vector Change ability speed himself up ever so slightly and catch up with a nearby boy with close cropped brown hair.
"Tag," Accelerator told him gruffly, tapping his arm.
Quickly changing directions, the white haired by ran as the brown haired one immediately began to chase another one of the children.
Fifteen minutes later, Accelerator was exhausted; he was resting against a nearby brick wall that he had been told was 'Base' by a girl with long black hair who was the same age as him. She too was resting against the wall, not having the stamina of her male friends.
Kuro was still running around as happy as can be; for some reason, Accelerator preferred that to calling him by his name, and so had decided that he would be Kuro from now on.
"Hey, is it true you are a Level 5?" the black haired girl asked.
"Yeah, so?"
"Cool! What's your power?"
"Vector Manipulation"
"Vacter Manap-"
"Vector Manipulation. I can control the Vector, or in other words direction and speed, of anything I touch."
"Amazing," she gawked, stars in her eyes. "I'm only a Level 1 Telekinesis user." She went silent for a moment. "You're not one of those mean people who pick on those with low Level's, right?"
"Huh? I don't really care. As long as they don't mess with me, I don't care."
There were only really two things Accelerator hated; those he were afraid of him, and those who attacked him.
"Thank you," the girl showed him her heartfelt gratitude.
Accelerator glanced over at her and realized for the first time she was crying.
"Oi, oi, what's wrong?"
"I'm just, just-" she sniffed, "really happy to hear someone like you say that. My mummy and daddy really wanted me to have a powerful ability and were really disappointed when I developed Telekinesis because it's so common. And so, and so they really encouraged me to get stronger, but it's so hard. For a Level 5 like you to say Levels don't matter really makes me feel better."
Accelerator frowned. "If you want to get stronger then you should work for it. But shitty parents like that, forcing you for their own sake, they don't matter. You shouldn't work hard just to live up to their expectations."
"Why did you work so hard?"
"Because, my life depended on it."
"Huh? I don't get it," she told him, utterly confused.
"Tch, it doesn't matter."
My name's Shion," she suddenly told him with a huge smile on her face.
"Accelerator," returned. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't sneering either.
"Hey, Shiro! You playing or are you just going to sit around with your girlfriend? Shiro and Shion, sitting in a tree-"
"Shut it Kuro!"
"Kuro?" Touma questioned, before shrugging. It seems he didn't mind the nickname. Sticking out his tongue, Touma continued to chant as Shion blushed indignantly and Accelerator charged after him to shut the boy up.
A/N: Yes, Accel was just stalking Touma. Weird, huh? Also, even at that age, Touma can't resist helping girls.
Also, a cookie to anyone who guessed why the Second half was called Irony.
Well, like I said, this fic is still rocky in the planning stages, but I'll answer one thing that somebody mentioned.
If, and I do mean if, it gets to the Sister's arc, there is a way it can work without Accel
