Chapter 3: It's not School Days, idiot!


"No Index, stop stealing my food, that's my pudding, I already gave you my dinner, and if you keep eating like that, then I won't have anymore money for this month, and I just got my monthly allowance two days ago!"

The so called master thief sleeping peacefully in a pile of trash sleep talked, his eyelids were twitching while his mouth was mumbling something stupid.

After the whole flat incident with a certain cross dresser, he now lay unconscious on a pile of trash bags by the side of the road.

Still on the same spot from before.

Even though a few hours has already passed it seems that no one has still come to pick up the trash, the ones inside the bags of course, and the people who were passing by the unmoving boy just ignored him completely, they didn't even give him a passing glance.

Like most people, they only cared about themselves and couldn't even be bothered by at least checking if he was okay. Because that is what people are really like.

So the misfortunate boy lay there untouched, making himself the most easiest target in the world for the people who live in the dark side.

Though, fortunately for the boy, it seems that the evil within has spared his pitiful self for today, as nothing bad actually happened to him.

In fact something else is about to happen to him in the near future, something more worse than just getting your stuff stolen when your totally defenseless.

But for now, a good samaritan saw him. Specifically, a single girl noticed him.

Unlike the others that passed and didn't give a rats behind, she was a very different person, she was a caring person, who didn't like to see the suffering of others, or that's what her appearance shows.

Because of this, she was the type that was easily manipulated by others.

The term tragic heroine fits her perfectly.

She had just finished buying groceries from a nearby store, and was now going to the house of her senior and teacher to cook dinner. Because they were lazy.

That was until she noticed a certain person by the side of the road.

An unmoving person.

He was most certainly not dead, judging by the way his chest heaved up and down. He was just clearly unconscious for some unidentified reason.

Why?

The bruise on his left cheek made it obvious. Well now it's identified.

A fight maybe?

That was possible, he did after all look like your typical delinquent, though it was probably because of the spiky hair he had that didn't really fit him.

It made him look like a certain hedgehog. Gotta' go fast?

Which confused the girl, not the animal looking hair, but the fact that there was a person there who clearly needed some form of medical attention, but no one around was actually bothering to do something.

Like he was never there in the first place, as if something was manipulating the surroundings to specifically ignore the boy.

But that can't be true, right?

They must probably just don't care for the poor, that was a fact she already knew too well, she had experience first hand the cruelty of humans, but that's a back story for a different time.

Like stated before, she was not like the others. Sure, she wasn't a paragon that spends all her time going around places and helping people, or a hero that saves. But still, she couldn't just stand around and do nothing when she sees someone who was in need of some possible medical attention.

So like a good law abiding citizen, she was going to at least do something about this.

While walking closer towards the boy, a weird feeling swelled up inside her, it made her whole body shiver uncontrollably, she didn't know why, but she felt something very off about this.

A dangerous kind.

Which confused her greatly.

There seemingly was a small voice at the back of her head telling her to just leave him be. Pretend he wasn't there, pretend she didn't see him. She didn't know why she was feeling this or hearing things from nowhere. The voice was hers but it also wasn't, the tone and the inflection, she could tell them easily apart. It was as if something was mimicking her inside of her head.

This was the first time this has happened to her. If she could describe what exactly she felt. It was a sense of foreboding. It didn't feel nice.

Something was telling her that this person was dangerous, the most dangerous person she'll ever encounter in her life. Which she thought was very ludicrous. Because she has seen first hand, the true depravity of humans.

It was a mix feeling at best, the aura the boy gave was like a savior, one who will do anything to help someone, and the other, death and destruction. Something that contrasted heavily on her first assumption. It was very odd.

Like a honey coated trap, it made her very curious.

Who exactly is this person?

Why does he feel so different from the others she had previously met?

She bit her lips as she shook her head, what was happening to her? She realized she had just been absently staring at the unconscious form for a while now.

After a while, she heaved a very big sigh she didn't know she was holding, what exactly is happening to her. Plus, she still had to do what she came here for, helping a random stranger for no apparent reason.

Wiping the sweat that was slowly forming on her face, she went even closer to the boy. The unknown voice cam back again, this time, warning her.

This is the point of no return, by meeting him, your fate will forever change, and the bonds you create. Wether the end will be to your liking will solely depend on you and the choices you make. Will you proceed?

She didn't know why, but she was instantly filled with a strange amount of confidence. Nodding to whatever there was, she took a deep breath as she was now only a few inches to the boy.

The girl already knew what she was going to do.

But still, fate was a cruel mistress. Even if you think you already know what you're doing, she'll always throw a wrench at your plans. And people's first meetings don't always go well.

A good example was that when she was just about to open her mouth to wake the boy, something she completely didn't expect happen.

She felt something on her chest, not the ambiguous kind she was feeling before, this was something more... Upfront and personal.

She froze immediately at her spot. This was a completely unexpected scenario.

It was hard, and warm. It was a hand.

Imagine Breaker finally makes its appearance.

Though, it wasn't breaking any illusions of any sorts.

"Okay, okay, Index, I give up! I'll give you my pudding so stop biting my head already!"

She heard a voice coming from the boy, it seems he was sleep talking. But that wasn't the problem here!

He had his right arm outstretched toward her, specifically, towards her chest area, even more direct, her right breast.

"W-w-wha!?"

Her face now turned as red as the tomatoes she bought in the groceries. She was also stuttering at the unexpected situation. After all, it isn't everyday a random stranger touches a random girl in a sensitive area, okay, this has happened before, just a few hours ago at the same exact spot with a different girl, and same guy.

But she didn't know that!

You can't blame her exactly, as in the Fantasy Killer didn't just causally grab her. He was also squeezing it for some unknown reason.

"Here, Index, This Kamijou offers his sacrifice to the deity of black holes, so she shall forgive him and stop punishing him already by biting his head, may this offering please you!"

And he squeezed even more tightly.

Using her hand that wasn't holding anything, she covered her mouth to stop herself from moaning.

She didn't understand what was happening, this is something she completely never expected.

Though, maybe this is what that weird feeling was telling her before, beware of people who randomly grope! Good point, too bad she ignored it, she was now regretting it completely.

But unfortunately for her, regret was a disease that didn't have a cure.

On the other hand, the sleeping figure scrunched up his face as if something unexpected had just occurred in his dream.

'Wait a minute,' Dream Kamijou paused for a second. 'I don't remember the pudding I bought being this soft and supple.'

The thing he thinks he was currently squeezing was of course the dream pudding he was offering to his dream roommate. Realizing that there was a huge discrepancy in the process, his brain froze for a while.

He now knew what was wrong.

This feeling, this elasticity, there can only be one thing like this in this world.

As being a huge veteran when it comes to this, Kamijou Touma was already used to instances like this happening to him in an almost daily basis. Rare comes a day, where he does't accidentally grope someone in a dangerous place.

Which means, yes, he was fudged.

When dream and reality collides, misfortune soon follows for our certain hero.

Instantly opening his eyes, what greeted him was what he feared most in this world, something far more dangerous that even the phases of a magic god, or the home-works he gets at school.

It was, well, the start of a misfortune waiting to happen.

He knew that in the coming days, he'll soon meet this girl again, wether it be as an enemy or someone he has to save.

Because lets face it, this wasn't the first time this has happened to him, and this is the second time today.

While still not taking his hand off from the soft and large marshmallows, he gave a very serious look towards the girl. Which surprised her, she thought that now that he's awake, he would surely realize what he was doing.

She was about to say something when she was immediately cutoff.

The boy slowly opened his mouth. "Well it looks like..." Kamijou gave the best smirk a guy with a swollen cheek can. "...your breasts... aren't an illusion."

"..."

What came next was a slap to the face, and an empty dark sky.