Hiroshi Goro waved the prostitute out of his hotel room before pouring himself a glass of red wine. Compared to Misaki, that prostitute was an amateur who had the audacity to charge 50,000 yen per hour. Such a pity that the pest Kamijou Touma got to her first and infected her with something worse than a STD.
Satoshi, the man he sent to retrieve Misaki's clothes attached with nano spy cameras and the necklace, wasn't answering his calls. Did that shit stain just sold him out to the Katze Industries? The current CEO isn't above using blackmailing to get cheaper manufacturing materials from him.
Goro felt a hand on his shoulder. How did this person wearing a motorcycle helmet appear beside him without a sound?
"Who are you?" said Goro.
"It doesn't matter."
Goro stumbled back as he wiped the blood off his face. He hurled a fist at the helmet guy who dodged it and gave a swift kick to his balls before smashing the wine bottle over his head.
Goro fell to his knees in agony.
"What wrong did Misaki do to deserve being sexually abused by a scumbag like you?" said the helmet guy.
"Playing the hero now? Sex with her must be mind blowing enough for you to go that-"
Another fist to his face from the righteous hero.
"Answer my question. What wrong did she do to deserve being sexually abused by a scumbag like you?"
"You think I was going to let her be a freeloader at my house? If she has no money to pay for rent and food then her body will have to do. That's how cruel the real world is, Kamijou Touma. Don't let the kindness of that judge fool you into thinking otherwise."
The judge was a fucking dumb bitch who insisted on upholding the law despite knowing that Kamijou Touma was a walking plague who would infect everyone with misfortune. Nobody would blame her if she ruled that Touma was guilty and should be sentenced to life imprisonment.
Touma took off his helmet, "This world isn't as cruel as you think, but what you're going to face soon will be something far more cruel."
Goro let out a resigned sigh. Anyone touched by Kamijou Touma would be cursed with misfortune, including him. The slut Misaki succeeded in destroying everything he had.
Misaki dusted off a laptop she found inside a cabinet near the TV. Touma was out doing his midnight shopping at the convenience store despite making a large purchase at one go yesterday midnight enough for a week because there were some stuff he 'forgot' to buy. What a horrible liar.
The screen lit up. As much as she wanted to know the truth behind his 'midnight shopping', she had only known him for four days. It wasn't nice to be too nosy, especially when she was dependent on him for housing and food.
Misaki successfully logged into her secure cloud server.
All of her saved videos containing evidence of that monster sexually abusing her was deleted. It doesn't really matter anymore. She was already free from that monster thanks to Touma. Maybe it was better this way. No need to let Touma know that dirty part of her past.
Misaki shut the laptop down when she heard the creaking sound of the front door being opened.
Touma plopped himself onto the sofa. What kind of 'midnight shopping' could possibly exhaust him to the point where he was about to fall asleep at any moment?
"You didn't even buy anything," said Misaki.
"Something happened along the way."
"What happened?"
"An opportunity to punch that fucker in the face."
Apparently, the monster Hiroshi also attempted to frame Touma for murder because he wanted Touma to disappear from this world. Touma decided that enough was enough after hearing her partially true story of that monster physically abusing her whenever she wasn't fast enough to tend to he and his wife's needs.
Touma chuckled, "I think I deserve a reward for that."
Who was she kidding? All men were the same. They just only want one thing when they decide to be the hero. She was dumb and stupid to think that Touma would be different.
Misaki knelt down in front of Touma with a smile, "Sure."
Before she could reach for his pants, he grabbed her arm and helped her back to her feet.
"Could you make me a bowl of oyakodon? I'm starving like hell over here."
Misaki could finally let herself cry freely as she chopped onions in the kitchen. There was no way Touma could possibly be that nice to her without demanding sex. It might also be possible that he has no idea what sex was given his age, but the way he looked at her wasn't confusion. He knew what she was about to do. Must have somehow secretly read too much of his father's porn magazines.
Cooking a meal for someone worth it was true happiness she hadn't felt for a long time.
Satoshi found himself chained to a bed, spreadeagled and naked. He remembered being chased by an Academy City agent before a flash bomb went off, and then he was knocked unconscious by someone.
"Anyone here?" said Satoshi.
Also, why was he stripped naked? If it was punishment for smuggling Academy City's technology to the outside world, he should have been shot dead by now.
A muscular African man appeared with a monster dildo. He had muscles so huge he looked like he could tear people into half with just his bare hands. Even the wooden floor shuddered in fear as he walked.
"Finally awake, ching chong?" said the African man. Or African-American judging from his accent.
"What the fuck is going on here? Why am I being tied up like this?"
"That's because you've been a really bad boy."
"I don't understand what-"
Satoshi howled in pain as the African-American man rammed the dildo up his ass without any lubricant.
"First, I'd like to thank the Lord for giving me this opportunity to teach this motherfucking rapist a lesson on empathy. Amen," said the African-American man. "The Devil of Academy City sends her warmest regards."
Anguished screams filled the air as the African-American man proceeded to violently destroy Satoshi's anus with that monster dildo of his.
Misaki served tea to Touma's parents, who came to visit him after their holiday in Europe. There were many people who wanted to kill them just for being Touma's parents, but none of them ever succeeded. It was like God had been protecting them from any harm and from Touma's misfortune in secret. Because of that however, Touma decided it was best he lived alone to satisfy the desires of those indirectly affected by his misfortune to see him miserable and isolated from everyone.
Misaki flashed a grin at Touma's despairing look. His childhood must be filled with many embarrassing events she could laugh at.
"Mum, you know I love you right?" said Touma.
"You have nothing to worry about. Now go inside the room with your father while I have a nice chat with your girlfriend over a cup of tea," said Touma's mother.
Girlfriend as in a friend who happened to be a girl, unfortunately. With enough time, that can be changed to romantic partner who happened to be a girl. Touma's parents seemed to like her a lot, so that's half the battle won already. What was there not to like about? She carried out her duties as a housewife, even though she wasn't exactly one, flawlessly.
"Please just don't show her that video," said Touma.
Touma's mother laughed, "You have my word."
Kamijou Shiina, who was Touma's mother, took out her smartphone and started showing Misaki pictures after pictures of Touma when he was just a toddler. It was a time when Touma had no idea how much misfortune he would bring to people just by touching them, and so, the smiles he had as a toddler was the most genuine smile Misaki could ever see from him. How long has it been since Touma felt true happiness?
Shiina paused at a picture where toddler Touma was standing with his preschool classmates, "I've never considered myself as a religious person, but I've been praying everyday to God for Him to not let Touma live the rest of his life alone," and then smiled at Misaki, "I'm so glad that you're here with him."
"Touma may have destroyed many lives with his misfortune, but his misfortune saved my life. My psychopathic abusive parents are so paranoid about me spreading his misfortune to them that they finally left me alone in peace."
"Let's make a small deal," said Shiina.
"A deal?"
"Try to get Touma out of this house more often, and I'll tell you about the video that Touma doesn't want me to show anybody."
Misaki offered a handshake, "Deal."
It wasn't very hard to get Touma out of the house if it was a midnight stroll in Yoyogi Park because no one in their right mind would be there at such an ungodly hour. The goal, though almost impossible, was to eventually get Touma out of the house during the day.
"What's the difference between a snot and a broccoli?" said Misaki.
"Shut up."
"You only told your mum not to show the video, not that she couldn't describe the video in words."
The video was just Touma telling a really lame joke to his parents, and for some reason he seemed to be really embarrassed about that joke. Anyway, he should be embarrassed because that joke was just... bad. The answer to the joke was that there's no difference. Really? No difference?
"Think about it," said Touma, "If I put snot or broccoli into your bowl of ice cream, you'd feel equally disgusted, right?"
"I'd go bring you to see a psychiatrist because you clearly have issues. By the way, that's pity I feel for you, not disgust."
Touma got a drink from the vending machine and tossed it over to Misaki with a smile, "Very practical. I like you."
Misaki would have been fooled by his smile if she hadn't noticed Touma pressing the option for a vegetable juice and muttered how unlucky he was when a strawberry soda came out of the machine. Still, the cold soda was not cold enough to soothe the burning sensation on her cheeks. It wasn't fair how a casual compliment from Touma could make her feel that way so easily.
"Tell me more about your family and your childhood in Italy. It's not fair that you only know about mine," said Touma.
Her childhood in Italy before the Mafia appeared wasn't very interesting. Every day, she would just stay at home and watch TV while her mother was out at work. Sometimes, they would go to church together for Sunday evening services.
Her family though, was more interesting. Her mother was Japanese, and her father was British and not Italian. She was an 'accident' from her mother's one night stand, but God always has a plan as her mother always says, so she was instead a gift from God even though an accident would be more accurate.
"... I think my father was from the Birdway family, or at least that's what Olly told me. It's a rich family, so they probably didn't want another person to fight over their assets and refused to take me in. So Olly looked into Japan, and that's how I ended up with my step-parents."
Touma ran his hand through Misaki's hair. He may be looking at her, but Misaki could tell he was really looking at someone else.
"How could I have forgotten… you have the same hair as her," said Touma.
Misaki leaned closer to the point where their lips were almost touching, "Who is she? Your ex-girlfriend?"
"It's complicated."
"Yes or no?"
"I don't-"
Touma grabbed the blade of a knife. It happened so fast that Misaki didn't even see his hand move.
The terrified figure holding an improvised crossbow was that monster Hiroshi Goro, unkempt and dressed in tattered clothing. A far cry from his usual disgustingly impeccable self. He scampered off into the trees like a sewer rat.
"Are you alright?! Do y-you need me to call the ambulance?!" said Misaki. There was so much blood dripping from Touma's hand.
Touma dipped his right hand into a river, "Don't worry about it."
If he was bleeding, there must be a wound. But after washing off the blood, there was no wound at all.
"You can do magic?" said Misaki.
"What exactly do you even mean by magic? Using mana to cast spells or something?"
Olly did explain magic as the conversion of life force into mana which then can be used to cast spells, but Misaki felt that there was something much more to it than what Olly was willing to reveal.
"It's probably not magic then," said Touma. "I may not remember much, but I'm sure that the power in my right hand isn't magic."
"Then what is it?"
"You'd think I'm crazy, but the power in my right hand can do far more crazy things than what you've ever seen."
Misaki extended her pinky, "I promise I'd believe anything you say."
"Alright..."
Apparently, Touma had past lives because the power in his right hand would keep reviving him in different forms. Out of those past lives, only three of them was him being human, with this current life as his third one. Or was this all just a psychological trauma caused by his apparent misfortune?
Touma grabbed her hand, "Let's go. It's not safe here."
"So that girl who has the same hair as me, she's like your ex from 1700 years ago?" said Misaki as they quickly made their way out of the park.
"If she's the only person I remember, I guess she must be someone really important?"
Someday, Misaki swore, she would also become someone important to him-
Swoosh.
Misaki crumpled to the ground with a knife to the side of her neck. She desperately grapsed for air but none of it was going into her lungs. Was her short-lived happiness with Touma about to come to an end?
Touma stood shell-shocked and almost in tears, a rare display of vulnerability from him. He tried calling the ambulance, but as expected from his misfortune, the phone chose not to work at this critical moment. He hurled the phone down and crushed it with a foot.
"I... didn't expect for things to go so wrong," said Touma.
Misaki reached a hand towards Touma with whatever strength she had left to wipe the tears off his face and ended up smearing his face with blood. There was so much more she wanted to tell Touma, and yet 'Thank you' was all she could manage. Touma went to great lengths to isolate himself from society because of his ability to curse people with misfortune by touching them. It would take more than a story of physical abuse for him to intentionally curse someone. He must have found her necklace.
Olly's appearance from a yellow burst of light surprised Misaki. Even as he healed her wounds using magic, her mind was still slipping away. A pity that she couldn't remain awake to find out what was Olly talking about with Touma beyond him telling Touma that she would be fine once she wakes up.
Author's Note:
To Guest: I'd only not write this story if the reviews are mostly negative. Turns out that the reviews are... let's just say not negative. Also, yes, Touma's misfortune is different in the novels and anime, but it's not a super huge difference in my opinion though.
To fuck you guest: Thank you for your passionate defense with regards to this story. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter :)
Also, the little thing in this chapter about the difference between a snot and a broccoli was taken from MrQuestionMark's ACUL0, so credits to him I guess.
Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter and leave a comment if there's any :)