Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or events created by Kazuma Kamachi. This work was taken from Baka-tsuki and edited for better English and new events. Please read review and enjoy.

"Well… I suppose I should introduce myself?"

"Yes you could, or you can explain to me why you were on my balcony."

"My name is Index, a member of the church. The Anglican Church by the way, not the Vatican one."

Kamijou sighed as she put the finishing touches on arm dressing. Despite the boy's unassuming looks, he had the bite of an alligator. While it had not drawn any blood, Kamijou had made sure to properly clean it so as to avoid any long term damage.

All the while she had tried to covertly dig information out of the boy, but he had dodged around the questions like a trained professional. He had either ignored her completely or looked around Kamijou's room, apologizing for biting her earlier, or simply changing the subject to the weather.

Now he had given Kamijou some clearly bogus name, which cemented in Kamijou's mind that something strange was going on.

While Kamijou thought about all this, the boy who continued to call himself Index began to pull on a strand of silver hair that was poking out from under his hat.

"Hmm, was Index lacking in explanation? Well… if it helps, my magic name is Dedicatus545."

"…"

"Umm…"

The boy who called himself Index began to panic slightly.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No I don't think you said anything wrong. I'm just trying to understand what you are saying."

Kamijou sighed to herself and wondered why the two of them were politely sitting there; facing each other from across a table like it was a marriage interview.

If she didn't leave soon, she would be late for her supplementary lessons, but she could hardly leave the situation as it was. To make matters worse, the mysterious silver-haired boy calling himself Index seemed to have taken a liking to the room to the point that he seemed willing to lay on the floor.

Had Kamijou's misfortune called this boy here? She whole-heartedly hoped not.

The boy looked at Kamijou, and smiled.

"Anyways, if you can manage, it would be great if you could feed me enough food to get me back on my feet."

Kamijou looked over at the boy with a clearly dubious gaze.

"Why in the world would I do that? I don't want to raise your affection meter. I'd rather not activate some weird flag and end up stuck on the Index route."

The boy tilted his head to the side, clearly confused.

"Um… is that some sort of slang?"

Kamijou sighed again. Typical of a foreigner, this boy had no knowledge of Japanese otaku culture at all.

"Anyway I think it will be best if you leave. I have things to do, and I can't spend my time on crazy people who appear out of nowhere."

The boy began to panic

"But… But…But if I leave now, I'll collapse three steps out the door!"

Kamijou grimaced at the thought of the boy getting hurt, but remained resolute.

"...Don't give me that collapsing nonsense. Your fine right now."

The boy stared at Kamijou for a few more seconds, but then sighed.

"Well I didn't want to have to do this, but if you don't feed me, I'll use my last bit of strength to leave a dying message: a description of you."

Kamijou was taken aback for a second.

"Wha-?"

The boy open up one eye and looked across at Kamijou with an evil grin on his face.

"And, if someone were to happen to save me, I'll tell them how I was imprisoned in this room and tormented by you to the point of collapse."

Kamijou gritted her teeth and stood up.

"Don't you dare say that! What sort of priest blackmails a person with false information?!"

The boy dressed in white smiled almost sadistically and said nothing.

Kamijou felt as if she was being cheated somehow, and in the evil part of her mind, a plan formed.

Kamijou noisily entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were only spoiled goods left, so she could clean out her fridge and feed the boy at the same time. The food would probably be fine if they were heated, so she dumped everything into a frying pan and made something similar to stir-fried vegetables.

As Kamijou began to cook the "food" she wondered where this mysterious boy had come from.

Naturally, there were one of two foreigners in Academy City, however, this boy did not have the characteristic "scent" of a resident.

Academy City was treated like a city made up of hundreds of schools, but it was more accurate to say that it was a city-sized boarding school. It was large enough to cover a third of Tokyo, and was surrounded by something akin to the Great Wall of China; though it was not as strict as a prison, it was still not a place one could simply wander into.

On top of that, three satellites launched for experiments by a technical college were constantly monitoring the city. Every individual going in or out of the city was completely scanned and if any suspicious person for whom the gate records did not match, either Anti-Skill or Judgment from different schools would immediately collect.

But... that bug zapper had reigned in that thundercloud yesterday. That might have hidden Index from the satellites.

Sighing, Kamijou began to pour soy sauce on the stir-fried vegetables that she was making with purely evil intentions.

"So why are you going to tell me why you were hanging out to dry on my balcony?"

The boy began to pout.

"I wasn't hanging out to dry."

"Then what were you doing huh? Did some errant gust of wind blow you here?"

"...Something like that."

Kamijou hand stopped moving the frying pan and she turned around to face the boy.

The boy looked over at Kamijou and smiled.

"I fell. I was trying to jump from rooftop to rooftop."

Rooftop?

Kamijou looked up at the ceiling. Cheap student dorms lined the street and so more of the same types of eight-story buildings were lined up next to this one. One glance out the balcony showed a gap of two meters between buildings, so it was true that a running jump could get you from one rooftop to another.

However Kamijou couldn't help but notice one thing.

"Isn't that eight stories high? One wrong step and you'd be falling straight to hell."

Index seemed less than concerned about what he had just said.

"Yeah, and you don't even get a grave if you commit suicide in my religion. But I had no real choice but to jump. I had no other means of escape."

"Escape?"

Kamijou frowned at the use of that ominous word.

"Yeah, I was being chased."

"..."

Kamijou struggled to keep her hand steady as boy continued to speak.

"I made my jump fine, but I was shot in the back in midair. It seems I was lucky enough to be caught on your balcony as I fell."

He smiled at Kamijou as if to say thank you.

Meanwhile Kamijou tried to wrap her head around this new information.

"You were shot...?"

"Yeah? You don't need to worry about a wound though. These clothes function as a defensive barrier."

Kamijou tried to keep up with her impromptu house guest.

What did he mean by a defensive barrier? Was it a like bulletproof vest?

The boy stood up as if to show off his clothes and did not seem to be injured in any way.

Kamijou had to wonder whether the boy had really been shot, and the concept that he was delusional or making it all up seemed more realistic.

However...

The fact remained that the boy had been hanging like a futon on Kamijou's balcony on the seventh story.

So, hypothetically, if everything she was saying was true…

Who had shot him?

Kamijou looked at the boy who was now interested at the some of the books that littered Kamijou's room.

She thought about how determined one would have to be to jump the 2 meter gap between the rooftops of an eight-story building. She also considered how lucky the boy was to be caught on Kamijou's balcony.

He had said he was being chased.

Kamijou had yet to find out the circumstances that Index was under and understood only a few things she had been told. Most likely, she could only understand it if Index explained everything from start to finish, concealing nothing.

As Kamijou considered all of this information, she sighed.

With a tightening in her chest, Kamijou finally had to accept the fact that the boy named Index had gotten caught on her balcony when one wrong step could have sent him tumbling straight to the asphalt below.

"Food."

Index poked his head from behind Kamijou. Despite his Japanese fluency, he must not have had much experience with chopsticks because he held them in a fist like a spoon while he excitedly stared into the frying pan, eyes shining like a kitten's who was taken from a cardboard box on a rainy day.

"...Ah..."

Kamijou had put the (former) food into the frying pan to make something like (poisonous) stir-fried vegetables in order to get back at the boy. Now, for some reason, the angel Kamijou, who usually came with her devil Kamijou, began writhing horribly at the sight of the starving boy.

Kamijou quickly grabbed the pot and tried to hold it out of reach of the now drooling mini priest.

"I know! If you're really that hungry, how about we go to a proper family restaurant!? We can even get it delivered if you want!"

"I can't wait that long."

In a flash the boy swiped the bowl of food out of her hand and walked back over to the table. Had Kamijou not been more worried about the boy eating the toxic stir-fry, she would have noticed that he was about a centimeter or two shorter than her. She would have chalked it up to foreign genes, but that was the least of her worries.

"W-Wait! I'm a really bad cook! Horrible even! You really won't like it!"

As Index sat down at the table, he smiled up at the panicking Kamijou.

"It can't horrible. You made this food for me out of the goodness of your heart and without charging me anything. There's no way I wouldn't like it."

As pain assaulted Kamijou's stomach, the boy who called himself Index scooped the contents of the frying pan out with his fist-held chopsticks, into his mouth, and began to chew.

"See? It's good."

"...It is?"

Index scooped up another portion and shoveled it into his mouth.

"Of course! It's also nice that you added that sour flavor to help me get my strength back."

"It's sour!?"

The boy did not pause at all as continued to munch at the dangerous food.

"Yeah, but that's fine with me. Thank you. You're like a big sister or something."

The boy gave a large grin as he ate with gusto.

"..."

Silently, Kamijou walked over and grabbed the frying pan from the still eating Index, causing him to look surprised.

"Are-Are you hungry too?"

Kamijou responded by snatching the chopsticks from the startled priest, before sitting down.

Kamijou had received a divine revelation.

God had told her to take responsibility for her actions and eat the food herself.

This had nothing to do with her misfortune; she had brought it all upon herself.

"Thank you for the food."