A certain Magic God's dream

Last edit: 10/3/2013, 6:22 PM

"…he's been acting really strange."

"You noticed it too?"

Misaka Mikoto and Accelerator stood together and gazed at a certain spiky-haired boy. Both were undeniably enemies, but they had to put their personal matters on hold when he was involved.

"That idiot… he always keeps important things to himself," Mikoto thought aloud.

"If you're that concerned," said Accelerator in a mocking tone, "go ask him what's what yourself."

"Oh, you want me to go bother him because you're too much of an antisocial jerk to go ask him yourself?"

"…alright, we'll shake it out of him together."

So they went to Kamijou Touma, who sat with his legs crossed and arms on his lap; a dire look was on his ghastly-colored face.

Accelerator tapped his back with his foot lightly to get his attention. "Oi, shithead."

Touma slowly turned his head up at the two espers towering above. He nodded, and he seemed very intent on keeping his eyes fixed upward. "O-Oh, Accelerator, Mikoto… What a nice day, ha ha…"

Mikoto let loose a spark of annoyance from her forehead. "You're really are hiding something from us, huh..."

"Look, his skin is starting to flush," Accelerator snorts. "He's such a bad liar that it's embarrassing to watch him squirm."

"I-I'm feeling down—a little bit f-feverish," sputters Touma as he stares at the horizon. "Don't mind me; Kamijou-san is used to these kinds of misfortunes happening."

It was then that sharp-eared Itsuwa rushed in and crouched down to Touma's side, a certain something in her hands. "Do you need a wet towel to keep yourself cool and wash the sweat off your body?" the Amakusa suggested, extending such a towel to him.

Touma's jaw locked in place, eyes frozen on Itsuwa's body.

His shock ended when a certain silver-haired nun came out of the ocean, floaters on her arms.

"Toumaaa," she drawled out, arms on her hips as she stood over the paralyzed Touma, "why haven't you come in to play with me? You're not going to repeat your behavior from last time, right?"

Immediately, Touma shot up and rubbed his belly intently. "I-I think I'm feeling something in my stomach!

"What—"

"O-Oh, it's probably a real bad case of explosive diarrhea!"

"Uh—"

"I-I BETTER RUN OFF TO THE BATHROOM RIGHT THIS INSTANTTT!"

Kamijou Touma left a cloud of sand and confusion in his wake.

"Che…" Mikoto rubbed sand out of her eyes. "He's probably right about being sick..."

•••

"…so, this was your plan along?" Kamijou Touma muttered those words as the Magic God Othinus twirled her lance like a veteran majorette.

"I despise false appearances. I want to see and hear who people truly are. Breaking those very human illusions… that was my dream." Othinus smiled ever so slightly. "And now it is done."

Kamijou should have contested her vision in some way, but right now his brain is too garbled. Even if he were to stand up to Othinus, he couldn't hope winning against her. Salty waves rose up to their ankles as they observed the scenic surroundings.

"One question, Magic God-san…"

"Ask away."

Kamijou then pointed to familiar figures frolicking on the beach besides them. And, pulling at his hair, he screamed out, "WHYYYYY?"

"That isn't a proper question."

Kamijou took in a deep breath. "Why… all this… nudity?"

"Clothes are such a bother and unnatural," said Othinus, not even slightly concerned about her nakedness and that of everyone else in the world, including Touma. "It's an arbitrary social construction. If I want a perfect world with no lies, the first step is destroying the pitiful illusions regarding our bodies."

"DON'T APPLY YOUR NUDIST COLONY FANTASIES TO EVERYONE!" bellowed Touma. "NOW I UNDERSTAND THOSE SHAMELESS CLOTHES FROM BEFORE!"

"You say this, but you keep eyeing all those girls—"

"HOW IS A UNFORTUNATE GUY LIKE ME WHO ALWAYS GETS PUMMELLED WHEN HE SEES GIRLS NAKED SUPPOSED TO ENJOY THIS KIND OF RIDICULOUS DREAM WORLD?!"

"That's your problem. People here don't mind a glance—and a wag of the tail is a welcome compliment."

"YOU DAMN MAGIC GOD, DON'T TALK WITH SUCH SERIOUS LOOK ON YOUR FACE! THIS ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL!"

"How ironic that you are the only one still holding onto that prudish illusion called clothes." Othinus cheeks were puffed up and she laughed silently at the wielder of Imagine Breaker. "Shouldn't a boy your age be kneeling before me and revere me as a godsend?"

Kamijou couldn't put up a fight against such warped insanity; he groaned and shook his head, mumbling about how he might die of moe. "As long as you don't act up and try to break this perfect world, you can go prey on the defenseless women," noted Othinus as she strolled away, tracing the tip of Gungir in the sand. "I won't mind. It would be best for your sanity to accept your true self, Kamijou Touma. Now, if you excuse me…" Othinus began to whistle and twirl her weapon. "I'll go find myself a boyfriend and make up for the time I invested to reach my dream."

After a minute, Othinus had wandered away from his view. This was the situation the secret pervert and nudist Magic God Othinus had created with her infinite possibilities: a nightmarish world of that would fit the wildest dreams of Aogami Pierce. With reluctance, Touma stared ahead and tried to psyche himself up for what was to come.

Unsuccessfully.

•••

It was a simple picnic on the beach. Everyone was in a relatively good mood and hungry after bathing and playing for hours under the hot sun. Picnic had been prepared by the Ryouran Maid School and the Royal Maids of England as a practical exercise on request of the Chairman Crowley and Archbishop Stewart. But there was something conspicuous that stuck out. Kamijou Touma sat there, with a towel over his lap for no apparent reason, eyes only on his tasty sandwich.

"Yo, Kami-yan~" Tsuchimikado bumped his elbow into the silent boy's ribs.

[…]

This can't be happening. No, this goes against everything that been carved into my flesh! I can't take this for much long, I—

"NO! I'LL NEVER ACCEPT THIS WORLD! I'M NOT THAT KIND OF SHAMELESS GUYYYYYYYYY!"

•••

[…]

"Please, if you're going to wag your tail for me," Othinus mumbles shyly, a slight blush over her face, "then do take responsibility… you pervert."

"NO! THIS IS JUST A THOUGHTLESS REFLEX! DON'T LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE BIG EYES!"

[…]