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Electricity
Chapter 2
Touma ran at top speed through Academy City.
He could not remember the last time he had ran so fast.
Misaka was quiet and limp in his arms, and he could still feel the steady seeping of blood through her clothing as he continued to run.
Cursing repeatedly in his mind for not taking action sooner in the fight, he finally reached his apartment building and dashed up to his room. On the door was a note from Index saying that she had taken Sphinx to their sensei's house for dinner since Touma had been so late getting home. He burst through the door, before quickly slamming it behind him.
Rushing into his room, he gingerly laid the unconscious girl down on his bed before racing into the bathroom to retrieve towels and the first aid kit he kept there and rushing back to her side. He hated to see that her face was twisted in pain, but it was enough to assure him that she was still alive.
Touma immediately began rummaging through the first aid kit and took out fresh bandages. Since he had been such a frequent client at the hospital, he had picked up on quite a few things; he just prayed it would be enough.
He jumped as a blast of thunder shook the city, promptly followed by the harsh and heavy sound of pouring rain. "Dammit all!" He growled; there was no way a doctor would be willing to go over there now, and there was absolutely no way he was bringing her anywhere else. "Such misfortune." He hissed as he tore off a long stripe of bandages. He then moved to the bed to stand over the unconscious girl who was completely still aside from the shallow heaving of her chest.
"Misaka?" he asked, just in case she was conscious. But he received no answer from her and sighed in frustration. "Dammit. I'm sure Index would have some knowledge of how to properly heal her, but with this storm there's no way she's coming home any time soon."
Suddenly, as idea sparked in his mind and he wondered why he had not thought of it sooner.
Dropping the bandages, he rushed to the phone on the bedside table and quickly picked it up and dialed his sensei's number. But before it could even ring once, the lights overhead flickered several times before the power shut off altogether. Cursing again, Touma slammed the phone down and returned to Misaka's side.
He knew there was no more time left to waste now as he saw red beginning to seep into his white bed sheets. He rummaged through the drawers of the room and managed to find four candles and a flashlight which he quickly lighted and positioned about the room.
Gently, he picked up her shirt and rolled it up to reveal the blood-soaked bandages from the wounds she had received in her first brawl that day, before Touma had arrived at the scene.
"Sorry." He mumbled, apologizing in advanced before he reached down and slowly began to tear off the bandages. As soon as his fingers made contact with her skin, Misaka gasped, causing Touma to jump slightly as he directed his attention to her face. Slowly, her auburn eyes fluttered open like tattered butterflies wings and blinked several times before focusing on him.
"Y…You…" she panted.
"Damn. This would have been a lot less painful for you if you'd stayed unconscious." He grumbled.
"Well excuse me." She grimaced, trying her best at sarcasm as she winced. Touma had to admit that he admired her persistence and attempts to hide her pain, but it was quite clear that she was nowhere near to being at the top of her game.
"You're just going to have to bear with me." He told her.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" She asked. "I've had worse. This is nothing." She informed him. Her tone was fairly serious and Touma had to wonder what wounds she had acquired that had been much worse than the ones he was faced with right now. "You'd better not do anything fishy." She warned him with a small spark in her eyes that shined out past the pain. At least it was a good sign that she was not intending to give out any time soon.
"Yeah right." Touma chuckled, going along with her little charade just to lighten the heavy mood. "Like I'd wanna do anything fishy with a kid."
"Oh you are sooo gonna get it." She growled.
"Right." He nodded. "Now hold onto the bed sheets or something." He cautioned. "This might hurt."
She let out a little 'hmph' but knew better than to argue with him; she probably knew how badly it would hurt from past experiences. She grabbed a fistful of sheets on either side of her body and stared intently at the ceiling.
Turning his eyes back to her crimson stomach, Touma slowly began to peel off the old bandages that were drenched with blood. Judging by the amount of blood covering her body, it made him wonder how much was still left inside.
As he unraveled more and more of the white fabrics, Misaka's body tensed and he heard her whimpering before she clamped her teeth down on her lower lip. Tossing aside the final strips, Touma was taken aback as more blood began flowing out, quicker now that the pressure that had previously been holding it back had been removed. He assumed that it was a knife wound judging by the shape and deepness of the injury and grimaced as the blood began to overflow and ooze out. Before he put on the fresh bandages, he knew that he needed to disinfect the wound so it would not become contaminated. Touma took out a small bottle of peroxide from the kit and opened it.
"Misaka." He spoke up and without looking at her face which he knew would be struggling to hold back a hurt expression.
"W-What?" she rasped.
"Brace yourself." He cautioned.
"Oh great." She replied in a strained voice. Her body tensed as Touma dripped the peroxide onto the wound. Immediately the medicine went to work to fight off the bacteria but it was not painless.
Misaka let out a short yelp as an immense stinging sensation burst throughout her body, burning her skin. Her eyes squeezed shut and she clamped the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white. Touma was impressed that she had managed to hold in her pain thus far, but it was obvious that it was taking all of her self control not to scream like a banshee.
Touma took one of the clean towels and pressed it onto her stomach to absorb the excess blood before tossing it aside. He was relieved to see that the bleeding was finally starting to slow and he fumbled in the dim lighting for the new bandages. Sliding his arm beneath her body, he began tightly wrapping her injury again in thick layers.
Misaka had been quiet for the latter part of the procedure and Touma stole a glance at her face to see that her eyes had closed again and her face was pale and drained.
Finishing up with his work, Touma pulled her shirt back down and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand; he was no surgeon but he was pleased with the outcome of his efforts. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had been disinfected, the only thing that worried him now was the weak look on Misaka's face. She looked more like a girl than ever before and Touma guessed she would be much cuter if she would keep her mouth closed and let other people take care of her from time to time.
He cleaned up the supplies and bloodied towels before returning to his bed. Relieved to see that she was breathing evenly now, Touma gathered the extra blanket that Index used to sleep and draped it over Misaka's slightly trembling body. Just like when he had been the one sick in bed at the doctor's, he assumed that the best thing to do for her now was let her rest.
Sighing in exasperation, Touma sat down on the edge of his bed, beside the sleeping level 5 esper. All but two of the candles had blown out and the flashlight had flickered off so it was difficult to see, but he could tell that she was at least sleeping somewhat peacefully. He looked down at her and simply became lost in thoughts as he stared at her face. Touma unconsciously reached down and gently tucked a stray lock of soft, brown hair behind her ear.
At his touch, Misaka stirred and opened her eyes and the boy quickly pulled his hand away.
"S-Sorry. Did I wake you?" he asked.
"W-What did you do?" she wondered, a pink blush crossing her cheeks.
"No-Nothing just-"
Touma was cut off as a brief whirring sound alerted their attention to the entrance of the room as a third figure appeared out of thin air. Misaka pushed herself up into a sitting position and Touma leapt to his feet to avoid accusation and suspicion as the third person look up at them.
"Kuroko!" Misaka exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Onee-sama!" The younger girl's face lit up with relief. "Looking for you of course! I've been searching the entire town and this was the last place I wanted to come to, but…" she trailed off, glaring at Touma who straightened up immediately, like a criminal being accused for something he may or may not have done. "I hope he hasn't done anything I've never gotten to do to you, Onee-sama." She pouted.
"Of course not!" Misaka cried. "What's wrong with you?"
"Hm." Kuroko glanced over the both of them once more before sighing. "Oh well. I'll ignore the scene before me for the time being and just imagine I never found you in this boy's bed and just be relieved at the fact that you're alright." She huffed, shaking her head from side to side and sending raindrops sailing through the air as she did so. Her eyes narrowed as Misaka stood up and staggered and Touma supported her. "Did you tend to her wounds?" she checked.
"Y-Yes! To the best of my abilities." The boy replied.
"I see." The Judgment member nodded once. "Well I am grateful to you for acting when you did. Without your assistance our doctors may have arrived too late." She stepped forward. "I appreciate your efforts but I must be taking her back now to get her treated properly."
"No problem." Touma responded. "I'm just glad she's okay." He said sincerely.
"That is where we see eye to eye." Kuroko agreed.
"Quit talking about me like I can't understand you." Misaka mumbled, an embarrassed red tint on her face.
"Ah-ha! Onee-sama's blush is so cute!"
"Sh-Shut up!"
Touma watched as the two girls quarreled briefly with one another and a small smile spread across his lips. At last, Misaka laid her arm across Kuroko's shoulders for support with an exhausted sigh.
"We'll be off then." Kuroko announced.
"Take care." Touma dipped his head.
"Ah, Kuroko wait." Misaka quickly spoke up. As her friend hesitated the teleportation, Misaka raised her head and looked up at the black haired boy. "T-Thank you, K-Kamijou." She mumbled before quickly dropping her gaze.
Touma blinked in shock before quickly replying.
"No problem, Mikoto." He did not miss the flushed and flattered expression on her face and the sparkle in her eyes before Kuroko shouted out.
"Onee-sama! Why are you on first name basis with this boy all of a sudden?"
And with that, the two girls disappeared before his eyes.
Touma sighed with a helpless smile on his face as he began removing the bloody sheets from his bed. He lifted up his pillow and noticed an alluring scent lingering there; Misaka's. Why all of a sudden could he not get her face out of his mind?
"Aw damn." He mumbled, smacking his hand to his forehead as he blushed slightly. "Don't tell me…"
It was hopeless to deny it; he knew what that spark in her eyes had been and he knew that she had felt it too.
There was electricity between them, and not just the obvious kind emitting from her powers, but the other kind as well.
"Oh great." Touma grumbled. "This is just my kind of misfortune, to fall for such a troublesome girl." He groaned.
As he removed the blankets from his bed, a coin slipped from the covers and dropped to the floor to roll around before lying still.
Touma smirked; maybe dropping his wallet had not been as misfortunate as he had thought.
A/N: Well I really hope you liked it. If so, let me know and maybe I'll write more. If not, let me know and I'll try to improve.
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