Author's Notes: Chapter 2 people ^^
I'll be honest with you and tell you that the person I obviously forgot was Himegami. Some of the others are… not on my list. I do know Lessar is after Touma but I highly doubt she'd be in Academy just for this. But still…
Sasha is a big no. She has not expressed anything for Touma yet, same goes to Oriana Thompson.
Orsola and Fukiyose… You know, I don't really know if they actually have a thing for Touma but what the heck! If you want'em, you get'em! ^^
Part 2: Things get messy
"Index? Index!" Touma peered through his door carefully while calling the nun's name. Knowing that mid-afternoon was her cue for 'insatiable hunger', Touma was wary of the blue haired girl biting his head off again. Speak well of getting angry but did she have to bite him in the head of all places?
Silence greeted him and Touma looked around for signs of struggle or trouble. Nope, everything still looked the same. "That's strange, she usually doesn't go out that… often." Touma finally discovered the hastily scribbled note on the fridge. "Gone out with Maika, ate the sandwiches, thanks." Touma scratched his head with a mixture of relief and strangely, loneliness. He had grown used to activity in his apartment, one of the reasons he had allowed her to stay despite the fact that she could be… demanding.
"Well, at least I won't get my head bitten off today… I hope," he muttered as he opened the fridge. As usual, it was cleared out. "Might as well shop for some groceries. I think they have a sales going on right now," he said to himself as he grabbed his wallet, double checked the sadly paltry amount and left.
It was tough supporting two people after all.
*** Tokiwadai Middle Girls School
"All done!" Misaka Mikoto smiled happily as she looked at her completed chocolates. Much to the bemusement of her teacher and Misaka's initial embarrassment, all her chocolates were, you guessed it, in gekota shapes and sizes.
"Misaka, does your boyfriend like gekota?" Shana-sensei had asked teasingly after dragging Misaka to a corner.
Misaka's face flamed red and she took a step back, "B-boyfriend? No! He's not! I mean, I…" Misaka sputtered.
"So you like him then," Shana-sensei said simply, giving Misaka a knowing look.
"NO!" Misaka yelled, her face totally red now as sparks flew everywhere.
"Now, Misaka…" Shana-sensei said patiently, "I'm your sensei. Trust me, I've been there before. Does your heart race whenever you see him? Do you feel like you want to punch him if he ignores you? Does he annoy you at the slightest things, yet you feel so warm when he's near you?"
Misaka's eyes widened in surprise at her teacher's fiendish pinpoint accuracy and gulped, "N-no… what makes you say that…" she denied weakly, even as her hearty raced and her mind tried to make sense of what Shana-sensei was telling her. Was she… really in love with him? That idiot?
"Misaka, would you really go through all this effort to make chocolates of your favourite mascot if you had say… Kuroko in mind?" Shana asked gently, with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I-I…" Misaka fidgeted restlessly, her mind in turmoil, "I don't know…" she said finally, "I don't think he even notices me. We live in two different worlds…" while the biggest thing she had done was save Child Errors and fight of corrupt officials, Touma's life involved saving the Academy City and the world. Their world.
"I-I have to go," Misaka's voice quavered as she grabbed her chocolates and left before Shana-sensei could say anything. Staring after the Railgun's back, Shana sighed sadly, "That poor girl. She reminds me a bit of myself when I was younger. I just hope she finds her own answer before things go wrong."
*** Kanzaki Kaori
"I don't think attempting to make chocolates myself was a good idea," Kanzaki Kaori mused in disappointment at her failed product. The saint, while excellent in culinary and combat skills, was sadly poor at making chocolates. Primarily because of the fact that she had never given chocolates to a man before.
"Why do I bother so much with this?" she asked herself as she sat down on her bed again. "Argh! Curse you, Tsuchimikado!" she wailed as Touma's image leapt into her head again, reminding exactly why she was making chocolates in the first place.
"Ano, Kaori-san?"
Kanzaki Kaori froze. It couldn't be… Orsola? She grabbed the doorknob and turned, opening the door to reveal the nun. Dressed smartly in a pale blue dress that accentuated her figure, Orsola tilted her head in confusion as Kaori shifted her body to block the entrance and view of her room.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Orsola asked mildly as she tried to peer into the room, with Kaori preventing her from doing so.
"N-not really," Kaori stammered, "but… what are you doing here?" she asked pointedly. The nun was often seen in the library underneath the church, so seeing her away from her precious books was odd, at least… not to mention what day it was tomorrow.
"Ara, Sister Agnese and her crew decided to book an express flight back to Academy City for some reason, so I decided to tag along with Itsuwa," Orsola explained, "Itsuwa has locked herself in a room with Sister Agnese and crew to make chocolates, I think. Amakusa magic sure is useful."
Orsola took a deep breath before pausing suddenly. "I think I smell… chocolate? Kaori-san, are you making chocolates?" she asked.
Kaori's face reddened, "N-NO! Of course not? Why would I be making chocolates? I wouldn't think of giving chocolates to Touma!"
Orsola blinked. "But I didn't say anything about Touma?" she remarked candidly as Kaori's face reddened further until…
The door slammed shut in her face.
Orsola blinked again, a smile creeping onto her face this time. "Ara, ara… It appears the rumours are true after all…" Orsola considered this for a moment. A strange feeling had settled in her stomach after learning of all this interest in her saviour. And truth be told, that emotion was ugly.
"Am I another victim of his charms?" Orsola wondered with a sigh as she wrangled her fists in confusion. "This is so frustrating!" she groused as she entered her room. The restless feeling refused to leave and Orsola contemplated the possibility of her being… jealous? She blushed.
"Perhaps I do have an interest in him," she admitted to herself as she remembered how… happy she had been when he had risked his own life to save her, of how safe she had felt with him.
"Maybe I should get him something… something special for Valentine's Day," she mused, "I can't let those girls have hi-" Orsola blinked at her words and blushed again. Maybe jealousy had been too mild a word. Orsola grabbed her face shyly, she was not used to this at all!
*** Fukiyose Seiri
"Ano, Fukiyose-san," Himegami stammered as the two left the school together. While normally unassuming and unnoticeable, much to Himegami's chagrin, Aisa had a helpful spirit and had stayed behind to help her best friend with cleaning up the classroom, which Aogami had forgotten to do thanks to his earlier squabble with Touma. Of course, there was another reason for wanting to stay back so badly, like so: "Are you going to get chocolates for Kamijou-kun tomorrow?"
Fukiyose choked on her energy drink and spat out the juice immediately, "Why would I being doing that?" she gasped as her face reddened almost imperceptibly. Almost, because Himegami was sharper than most people gave her credit for.
"Well, Kamijou-kun has raised a flag with Fukiyose-san, so I was merely wondering if you were going to give him chocolates on the pretext of giving chocolates to all our male classmates?" Himegami said simply.
Fukiyose stared, "You just compared me to a girl in a galge game?" she sighed at that, "Listen, I'm not interested in your precious Kamijou-kun. Even if I were to get him chocolates tomorrow, it's only because I'll be giving one to all the male classmates. Although chocolates are unhealthy, I suppose its ok for tomorrow," she remarked hurriedly as Himegami stared at her.
"What?" she asked, unnerved by Himegami's piercing stare.
"Your denial was too specific," Himegami replied simply, "that kind of response is so… tsun… tsundere?"
Fukiyose scowled as her cheeks took on a light, crimson tinge, "Tsundere? Who, me? I'm not interested in someone that always laments his misfortune and never does anything to break free of that cycle."
"So if he makes the effort, it means you will be interested?" Himegami asked mildly as she inched her head up in thought.
"Of course! I mean, NO!" Fukiyose shook her head as she saw Himegami's sly smile and realized she had fallen into the shy girl's trap. "Oi, oi. How did this conversation become about me? Don't you want to get your Kamijou-kun some chocolates?"
Himegami blushed lightly, "Well, I… I don't think Kamijou-kun will notice if I do get him chocolates. He will probably be flooded with so many flags tomorrow-"
Fukiyose pressed her head against Himegami sharply, "Himegami-chan, it's the thought that counts. Kamijou Touma maybe an idiot but he definitely will remember you. Trust me on this. I know him that much, at least."
"O-Ok," Himegami said softly.
"Well, come on. Let's go buy some chocolates. I've got to get some for the class too," Fukiyose said thoughtfully as she grabbed Himegami's arm and ran.
"W-wait a minute!" Himegami sputtered as Fukiyose sprinted off with her before she could say anything else. It appeared that today was going to be a long day.
*** Kamijou Touma
"Fukou da," Touma exhaled as he glanced down at his broken eggs, his vital source of protein, so cruelly taken from him! "That was the last batch too! Such misfortune." He groaned as he turned to glare at the rude person that had run straight into him. He paled as he recognized the girl in front of him.
Long, cascading black hair. A pink hair-band that held her unruly hair in place and blue eyes that were full of unrestrained feelings for the male in front of her. Wearing a white shirt with a blue skirt and red stockings, the magician known as Lessar gazed at Touma with something that Touma felt distinctly uncomfortable with.
"Kamijou Touma!" Lessar squealed as she lunged for the poor boy again.
"Wah!" Touma, busy with gathering his groceries back into his plastic bag was rudely tackled by Lessar again, landing on the pavement with the magician straddled on top of him, much to his acute embarrassment as passer-bys stopped to stare at the unusual scene. "H-hey!"
"I've missed you!" Lessar purred wickedly as she began to move in a way that made Touma feel even more uncomfortable.
"Oh my god, I think they're…"
"I can't believe that such a raunchy couple…"
Touma moaned at the comments being thrown around, "Fukou da!" he yelled as he stood up with a sudden burst of energy and threw the surprised Lessar off balance, unceremoniously dumping her on the ground as he grabbed his groceries and ran for his dear life.
"Wait! Touma!" Lessar whined as she scrambled to her feet, "Come back!" she took off after him, leaving a street of bewildered passer-bys in her wake.
The chase continued all the way to the park, where Touma finally stopped to take a breather, he looked back at the running figure of Lessar and slumped against the wooden bench wearily. "You don't give up, do you?" he huffed as he panted and threw his head back in defeat.
Lessar placed both hands on her hips with an annoyed expression, "well, we could have avoided all this if you hadn't run off."
"You were doing unspeakable things to me! In PUBLIC!" Touma roared, "People were looking! Do you know what will happen if rumour spreads?" he shook his head with a long suffering groan.
"Good then!" Lessar grinned, "That way, I can minimize the competition for you!" with that, she pounced again. "Oh come on… it's just a little body contact!" she pouted as Touma tried to fend her off. Straddling him now, with her body pressed intimately against his, Lessar felt very… warm.
"You may say that but… stop doing that!" Touma protested as he tried to shift away from his unstoppable force that was trying to…
"Anata…" a soft, deadly voice made Lessar pause for a second before she leapt off Touma. A split second later, a blast of electricity shot past the spot where Lessar was perched on Touma. "Hentai-da!"
Touma looked up at his saviour. Then gulped aloud.
Misaka Mikoto, the Ace of Tokiwadai, stood before him, her face furious and dark with an emotion that Touma had not seen before. Thankfully, the furious part did not seem to be directed at him. Her gaze shifted and he recoiled. Then again, maybe he was in bigger trouble after all.
"Oi, you! Flat-chest! What was that for?" Lessar demanded as her glare met Misaka's defiantly.
"I could ask you the same," Misaka hissed, "throwing yourself at him. Shameless!" she growled. Her chest tightened as she remembered how happy was to see him… until that girl had jumped on him. All manner of emotion had erupted from her chest and now, she stood facing this girl who dared to touch HER Touma.
Misaka blinked. Wait, 'her' Touma?
"So, what's he to you?" Lessar asked suspiciously, "Are you interested in him or something?"
Misaka fought back the urge to blush with effort, her eyes darkening as sparks began to fly around her. "Just buzz off, I don't have to explain anything to you! Just stay away from him!"
Touma looked back and forth between the two girls nervously. What was going on here? He thought as he scratched his head in confusion. Anyone probably would have figured the situation out by now but it seemed that Kamijou Touma was not so sharp when it came to emotions… such as jealousy.
Lessar's lips curled into a feral smile. "Ara. So it seems you are. Well, too bad. He's mine!"
Misaka raised her hand and shot forth as bolt of deadly electricity. Lessar countered it, her steel gloves absorbing the electric attack easily.
Misaka's eyes widened fractionally, "Are you… a magician?"
"Oho! She is aware of our existence?" Lessar shot a shifty glance at Touma, "so I take it she's a close companion or something?"
"Not really… how do I explain this…" Touma stammered as Lessar shifted her attention back to Misaka.
"Listen, flat-chest. Touma is mine," she declared with a smirk, "You are going to have to get through me if you think you stand a chance."
Misaka's head throbbed. "Who are you calling… a FLAT CHEST!" she barked as she blasted more electricity at Lessar. Once again, the gloves attracted the flow of electricity to it and neutralized the attack.
"Is that all you've got?"
Misaka bared her teeth, "Not at all," she replied as she sent a surge of electricity into the ground. Lessar took a step back as she saw something black erupt from the ground.
"Iron? You magnetized the iron particles in the ground?" Lessar was amazed that an Esper could do something like that before that amazement rapidly turned to alarm as Misaka turned them into whips and hurtled them at the magician.
Lessar somersaulted backwards, before taking a bounding leap into the sky. At the same time, she took out a metal rod, transforming it into her clawed spear. "Heh, not bad," she admitted as she launched her spear like a missile.
Misaka reached out with a magnetic wave, before realizing that she could not magnetize the spear. Taking a step back, the iron sand swept under her and shifted her away from the spear's trajectory while she countered with another whip.
Lessar's Dragon Tail cushioned her fall and she danced out of the whips attack range, preparing to fire off a spell when Touma suddenly stepped between the two. "STOP!" he commanded, raising both hands to signal them to stop this madness.
Lessar and Misaka stopped immediately, not wanting to hurt Touma. As Misaka cooled down, she instantly realized what she had done. She had acted like jealous girl and had fought for his affection! And she had almost said 'her' Touma… Misaka's face was turning red now as she tried to fumble for an appropriate response as she watched Touma walk over to her.
"Are you ok, Misaka?" he asked as held out a handkerchief for her, much to Lessar's dismay. Misaka took the handkerchief slowly, almost shivering as she wiped her sweat with it. It's warm, she noted dizzily as Touma looked at Lessar and back at Misaka. "So, Misaka, why did you start fighting with Lessar? I mean, her comments didn't seem to pertain to you at all…"
Lessar, who was opening her mouth to complain about Touma offering a handkerchief to her rival, clamped it shut in amazement. Her palm met her face. Sometimes, she just wondered how dense Touma could be! It was so obvious!
"It's…" Misaka took a step back, her hands clenching around the handkerchief, "it's nothing!" she yelled as she ran off without warning. Touma reached out to stop her but once again, her speed far outstripped his. He stared blankly at her retreating figure.
"What's up with her?"
"You're impossible!" Lessar scolded as she kept her spear.
"You're one to talk," Touma retorted in an aggrieved tone, "you practically invited her to shoot a railgun at you! Such misfortune."
Lessar snorted, "Well, who knew she was so quick to jump the gun? Which reminds me, how does she know about us?"
Touma froze. He could not possibly tell Lessar that he had lost his memories and that Misaka had found out, offering her assistance to him and in turn finding out about the existence of magicians. He did not know why Misaka would want to go that mile for him but he supposed that she felt responsible for him saving her Sisters. He dropped his head and tucked his hand into his pockets. "She found out by accident. But I don't want her involved in this." He said simply as he walked off.
Lessar crossed her arms sadly. Her plan to come and drag Touma off before Valentine's Day was toast. In his current state, he would probably tell her to buzz off. "This is so troublesome…" she muttered as she began thinking of ideas to have Touma to herself for Valentine's Day.
She shivered. Why did she get the feeling that someone was watching her?
*** Misaka 10032
"Misaka has observed the confrontation just now, Misaka reports to the network and wonders why shooting that annoying female was not authorized, Misaka says unhappily," Misaka 10032 said with a hint of displeasure in her voice. She was standing atop a building, a sniper rifle trained on Lessar's face.
"Wah! Don't do it! Kamijou-san will not like it if we do, Misaka explains as Misaka attempts to stop her sister from committing murder!" Last Order wailed over the network.
"She is correct, Misaka 10032. Our saviour will not accept our feelings if we murder his friends, Misaka 10039 remarks at his wonderful personality."
Misaka 10032 let go of the sniper rifle, "Onee-sama seemed most distressed, Misaka 10032 notes unhappily. She seems to have realized her feelings for our saviour but cannot seem to spit it out, Misaka infers with experience."
"Onee-sama is dishonest with herself. We must seize this opportunity to make our impression on our saviour, Misaka 10092 suggests."
"Misaka 10032, what do you think, Misaka 10078 asks."
"…" Misaka 10032 stared off in the distance, remembering her sister's troubled look. "Misaka feels that she should confront Onee-sama and clear things out with her, Misaka feels somewhat sad at her Onee-sama's confusion." Misaka 10032 said softly.
There was an extended period of silence on the network.
*** Hotel
Itsuwa felt a chill go down her spine.
"Are you ok, Itsuwa?" Agnese asked as Itsuwa suddenly froze in the midst of stirring her chocolate mixture.
Itsuwa shook her head lightly, "N-no, it's nothing." She laughed sheepishly as she continued her efforts.
"You know, I'm amazed that you Amakusan's can actually pack makeshift kitchens," Sister Lucia exclaimed as she looked around the room again. A kitchen was in full bloom in the hotel room, courtesy of Amakusan magic.
"We Amakusan's make use of everything around us as sources of magic," Itsuwa explained, "We are also used to spending large amounts of time in the wild in the past. As such, we have taken to pack some artificial kitchens and weapons in small container's that can be brought out at any time."
"Wow, that sure is handy," Sister Angelene remarked as she picked up one of Agnese chocolate creations. "Wow, this isn't half bad."
"Really?" Lucia took a bite, "Sugoi~"
Agnese beamed, "Ha! I told you I could do it! Now I just need to refine the flavour a bit and…."
Itsuwa let them talk as she looked down at her mixture. She smiled gently. She hoped that Touma would enjoy them greatly.
*** Maika and Index
"Index, stop eating all the chocolates!" Maika wailed as Index feasted on all the chocolates in the name of testing again.
Index made a sad face, "But I can't help it, they all taste so good."
Maika crossed her arms over her chest proudly, "Well, of course! They are made by a First Class Maid! (In Training) But… we can't give them out if you eating all of them!" Maika huffed.
"Uwaa…" Index moaned, "I'm hungry!"
"But we just ate lunch before starting!" Maika complained in disbelief. Truly, she could see why Kamijou-kun had called her a 'black hole'
Index gave a sheepish laugh, "I'm usually very hungry in the afternoon."
Maika sighed. That would be the understatement of the year. "Well, we are going to make another batch. I've prepared the containers and wrappers, so please don't eat them again."
Index nodded.
"Excuse me…" a familiar voice made Index sit up straight and Maika jump out of her skin. Maika turned to see a black-haired busty girl, dressed smartly in a blue uniform and with large glasses adorning your face. She was beautiful but…
"How did you get in?" Maika demanded.
Kazikiri Hyouka laughed shyly, "Well, I just sorta came in…"
"Wa! Hyouka!" Index leapt to her feet and proceeded to hug her friend tightly, with Sphinx falling from her head right into Hyouka's ample chest. Much to the cat's… breathlessness.
"Index-san! It's good to see you again!" Hyouka smiled happily as she returned the embrace wholeheartedly.
Maika blinked, "You two know each other?"
"Ah! How could I forget! Maika, this is Kazikiri Hyouka! She's a very good friend of mine," Index introduced with a sunny grin.
Her previous worries forgotten, Maika shook hands with Hyouka with a friendly smile, "Hello! I'm Maika! I'm a First Class Maid (In Training), it's nice to meet you!"
"Hello, Maika-san," Hyouka replied shyly, "erm, are you two making chocolates?"
"Yep! Index wants to give some to Kamijou-kun and I'm preparing some for my brother!" Maika affirmed with a frown, "But Index keeps eating it all."
Index made a sheepish sound again.
Hyouka giggled lightly, "Ano… if you don't mind… do you think I can help out? I would like to learn how to make chocolates too," she finished with a rush, her face slightly pink with embarrassment.
"Haha! Sure! I, a First Class Maid (In Training) will teach you all you need to know!" Maika responded confidently, "Now, we shall…"
And so the training started.
But for Touma, his troubles were just beginning
To be continued~
A/N: And there's that. I did this chapter earlier, so it was difficult to take out the Misaka development. I can see there's quite a few Kanzaki and Orsola votes out there but I have not had the chance to tally everything yet, that will come before chapter 5 is written. Next chapter will focus on other characters and less on Misaka. ^^
Lessar was difficult for me. I've read the Chinese versions and it does not give me much input about her character, so I made her a bit like Kuroko (Understatement) and got input from a female friend (Since, you know, I'm a GUY). The fight scene seemed to just pop out of my head so I put it in for a warm-up confrontation scene. (!)
Things to note: The Russian War and battle against Fianma has not happened here yet. So is Misaka's realization that she likes Touma. Hasn't happened yet. By the way, I've dropped hints on a shout-out I've made, so if you are bothered to find out, just read through again. ^^
I will tally the votes soon, so please continue your support. As usual, constructive criticism is appreciated so that I can always learn from my mistakes. Cheers, people.
By the way, would you guys like me to do a White Day's special for the lolz? Let me know, thanks. ^^