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Misaki knew she was enjoying this way to much. It was so such fun she almost wanted to feel bad.

Almost.

The constant complaints and irritated sounds from the teleporter were more than enough to spur her on. To top it all off, everyone thought she was just being friendly. Even Misaka, who was suspicious.

"This place seems kind up upper class." She commented as they entered, seeing the amount of people in suits and dresses. Misaki suddenly felt extremely under dressed around such people, but Saten and Uiharu seemed unaffected.

"Ignore it, let's eat!" Saten shouted happily, "Besides, we have Shokuhou-san!"

"Eh?" The blonde asked. "What do you mean?"

"You can just make everyone think we're dressed up all nice." Misaki realized what Saten was getting at. Basically the girl wanted Misaki to make everyone in the restaurant think they were dressed up. She could do that, no problem. Digging around in her handbag, Shokuhou found her remote and aimed it directly upwards, effecting everyone inside the store but her and the others. The dresses she implanted in everyone's heads were simple enough, just enough to make them seem dressed for such a place.

Except Shirai, anyway.

Misaki had gone to excruciating detail to make sure that everyone thought Shirai was wearing one of the ugliest, puke green and disgusting things Misaki could think of. Of course, it still had to look like a dress and not puke, she she thought about it before casting it out.

"See?" Saten asked. "Easy."

"I wish I could see my dress." Uiharu said wistfully. "I bet Shokuhou-san has seen some great ones!" Misaki shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's nothing much." She replied. "Just something an A-list superstar in Hollywood would have."

"All of us?" Misaka asked, almost looking self-conscious.

"Well..." Misaki purposefully looked over at Shirai and snorted, which got the girls attention.

"What was that supposed to mean?" She demanded.

"I haven't an idea what you mean, Shirai." Misaki replied, attempting to prevent a smile from crossing her lips. "It's just...you're dress suits you so well."

"I look hideous, don't I?!" Shirai demanded, raising her voice.

"Quiet down." Misaki threatened. "I may have promised Misaka-san, but I will not hesitate to use the Kuroko clause if I have too." Misaki knew immediately she said something wrong, as everyone looked confused as Misaka face palmed.

"The what?" Shirai asked, all previous anger lost for curiosity. Just as Misaki was about to excuse it, their waiter came over and showed them to their table, and the blonde jumped at the chance, eager to get away from her roommate due to the smell of ozone. Misaka often did that when her temper was on the verge of being lost, so Misaki could take the hint. Once they reached their booth and sat down, with Misaki and Misaka sitting across from each other, Shirai glared at Misaki, who tried to hide behind her menu. "So?" She demanded.

"N-Nothing." Misaki replied, looking away. Misaka sighed.

"Just drop it, Kuroko." Misaka advised. "It's not worth getting thrown out over."

"I want to know what she meant, Onee-sama!" Misaki sighed as Shirai entered a rant, pulled out her phone, and texted Misaka a question.

Can I please just brainwash her into shutting up? Please?

After a moment or two, her reply came.

You're doing a great job, just hold out for while longer :).

Misaki sighed audibly and slid down in her seat a little, not caring what the others thought she was doing. Even though she was just trying to irritate the girl, it was tiring to keep the stupid grin on her face and upbeat attitude present. Once they ordered their drinks, Saten looked at Misaka.

"So, seeing as we haven't reply gotten the chance to hang out since the year started, how's high school?" Misaka placed a finger on her chin as she thought.

"It may just be because it's Nagatenjouki, but it's really hard sometimes. Just last week, for instance, Shokuhou-san and I were up all night doing homework." Misaki sighed at the mere memory of all that work.

"At least we did it." She added. "Itagaki-sensei was in such a mad mood that day." Both girls shivered at the thought of there teacher, who scared them quite thoroughly.

"Itagaki-sensei?" Uiharu asked. "Your teacher?"

"Slaver driver would work better." Misaki corrected, earning a snicker from Misaka and a growl thereafter from Shirai. "The man knows no fear, no sympathy. It's quite tiring, really."

"The only person he's scared of is Accelerator." Misaka added. "For obvious reasons." The two girls nodded in unison, both agreeing with each other.

"How dare this man treat my Onee-sama like that!" Shirai said angrily. "He's worse than that ape! At least the ape tries to be sophisticated!"

"Kuroko." Misaka warned. "It's not a big deal. If I get it, I deserve it. I've learned my lesson in his classes."

"Still," Shirai said. "Detention for sleeping and resting your gorgeous head, disgraceful..."

"Yeah really Misaka-san." Misaki said, winking at her roommate. "Why were you asleep?"

"You were out cold!" Misaka accused, causing Misaki to falter. "The only reason he didn't catch you was because his yelling at me woke you up."

"Thanks for that, by the way." She added with a smile, which made Misaka roll her eyes.

"Anyway," Railgun said, "What about you guys? Anything interesting happening?"

"It's so lonely without you, Onee-sama!" Shirai shouted, Misaki wincing at the looks. "You have to come home to the dorms! Everyone misses you."

"Kuroko I can't live in the middle school dorms, we've been through this." The girl replied, getting a sad look from Shirai. "Don't be like that, I told you this a million times."

"Nothing happening in middle school could entertain high school girls." Saten said, a big smile on her face. "I'm sure you guys are up to date with all the recent drama."

"Not really." Misaka said, leaning back. "I've never cared for that." Misaki rolled her eyes.

"But didn't you hear, Misaka-san?" She asked, raising her hand slightly. "Kawachi-san and his girlfriend broke up the other day."

Got her.

Misaki watched as Misaka turned her head slightly at the news, but tried her hardest to appear indifferent. Misaki knew better though, the couples troubles had spread through the school like wildfire.

"Oh r-really?" Misaka asked. "When was this?"

"A few days ago, I heard it was by text message too." Misaki was egging her on so bad, and she could tell the Number Three was nearing her limit of indifference.

"Wow, who...what a jerk." She tried, stopping herself from asking who had been the one to break up with the other. Misaki sighed, acting sad.

"Apparently she'd been cheating on him with his best friend too." She said. "Sometimes I don't know how she wakes up in the morning."

"..." Misaki knew that if the girl tried to open her mouth, she'd explode into questioning. Shirai, however, growled in disgust.

"Men are so strange." he said. "Obviously she went searching for another suitable specimen because he wasn't doing his job as the man in the relationship."

"It just sounds sad." Uiharu said quietly. Misaki nodded, enjoying watching Misaka keep in her questions. However, before Misaka exploded, the waiter came back and asked them if they were ready to order.


"This food is to die for!" Misaki nodded at Misaka's words, savoring the rice in her mouth. Somehow the cook had managed to capture the taste of rice, beef, and vegetables perfectly.

"If this were my last meal, I'd want to die right about now." Misaki said, sighing in contentment.

"I told you guys this place was good!" Saten said before she looked a little sweaty. "Even if I do have to pay the bill."

"I'd help, but..." Misaka said, laughing awkwardly. Misaki swallowed her bite and smiled.

"I can cover it."

"No!" Saten said almost forcefully, standing up to make her point. "I can't make you pay for a terrible movie and dinner! That's just rude!"

"I volunteered." Misaki pointed out. "Plus, the way your sweating reveals your wallet can't afford the hit."

"But..how can yours then?" Saten asked, sitting down again.

"All I have to do too pay for something like this is sit in a chair for half an hour and let scientists run scans." She explained. "You know, Level 5's always get the most interesting experiment offers.

"Sounds incredible." Uiharu said. "I wonder what they experiment on with Number One?" Both high schoolers flinched at these words.

Level 6 shift.

Even though she had not been involved when it was Accelerator's turn, she'd been right in the middle of it when Misaka was being forced into it by Gensei. Herself, Kamijou, Shirai, and Sogiita had worked overtime to prevent it from happening and saving the sisters in the process, but their was still salt in the closed wounds.

"Probably all the cool stuff." Misaka said, the grip on her chopsticks very tight. Misaki cast her an empathetic glance at these words.

"Yeah." She agreed. Silence fell over the table at these words, the other three not knowing what had caused such silence.

"Hey, that looks really good Shokuhou-san." Misaki looked up at her roommate as she said that. Their orders were totally different, the the chestnut haired girl seemed rather intrigued. "Is it?" It was right around these words when Misaki noticed Shirai watching her, an angry glare on her face.

A light bulb turned on in her head, causing her to smirk.

"Why don't you try it?" She asked innocently, using her chopsticks to pick some up and leaned over the table towards Misaka. No one else thought any thing of this.

To Shirai, it was heresy.

"Thanks!" Much to Shirai's horror and Misaki's delight at the former, Misaka leaned forward as well and took the bite as offered. Shirai looked faint as her beloved Onee-sama leaned back, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Wow that is really good!"

"Right?" Misaki asked, smiling for effect. She wished know she'd had some way to record this, it was hilarious. "Best food I've eaten in a while."

"Not hard to believe, considering how you eat." Misaki grinned weakly, still enjoying Shirai's despair. "Here." Misaki had been too caught up in enjoying Shirai's loss of words, only to notice her pale even whiter. Looking back at Misaka, Misaki saw now that she had leaned back over the table, some of her own meal between her chopsticks.

One look at Shirai told Misaki what she had to do.

Leaning back over the table, Misaki made a point of, as cutely as possible, taking the food and backing off, actually savoring the taste. Couple that with Shirai doing what appeared to be fainting, and it was too perfect.

"E-Excuse me." Shirai whispered, standing slightly. "I-I need to go to the bathroom..."

"Yeah, you have been fidgeting a little." Uiharu agreed. The pigtailed teleporter stumbled away, and Misaki held in her laughter as best she could. How had Misaka survived living with that girl if someone giving her a taste of food made her feel faint?


Kuroko managed to get to the bathroom without falling over, and then she promptly collapsed over the sink.

"Onee-sama..." She whispered, despair filling her head. "How...Why..." Her mind became plagued with images of the two feeding each other, and she wailed. "Next thing I know, they'll be sharing Pocky sticks...Gah! How can I compete with someone like that?!"

It wasn't fair, Shokuhou was better in every way. She was taller, had a body that was more desirable, a more mature face, a blonde, which everyone knew was beautiful...

"How can she be so perfect?!" Kuroko hissed. "How can Onee-sama live with someone like her?!" Peeking outside, Kuroko could see the blonde she-demon talking with her Onee-sama, Uiharu and Saten as if she wasn't even there. Then, it dawned on Kuroko what was happening.

They were trying to replace her.

It all made sense! Onee-sama living with her! Her peppy, happy attitude! Her way of easily getting along with them! She could see it all now, what the real intention was. Shokuhou was better in every regard except her position in Onee-sama's group of friends, and now she would have that as well...

"No..." Kuroko said slowly, attempting to laugh it off. "Onee-sama would never..."

It started with her hating me too...

And Shokuhou doesn't cling to her like Onee-sama claims I do...

And she's a Level 5 like Onee-sama, therefor easier for Onee-sama to relate too...

Kuroko couldn't let this happen, she was going to be replaced! First things first, she had to find a way to get the blonde to go home. Then, Kuroko spotted a waitress carrying a bottle of wine near their table.

Jackpot.


Mikoto didn't know why Kuroko had seemed so sick on her way to the bathroom, and it sort of worried her. She wasn't allergic to anything she'd eaten as far as she knew, and she'd seemed fine until only at that moment. Kuroko was a big girl though, she could take care of herself just fine.

"Oh look, here she comes." Mikoto turned at Saten's words, seeing Kuroko walking towards them with her head hanging low. "Hey Sh...Shirai-san look out!" The girl looked up in confusion, but only noticed what was going to happen as she slammed into a waitress walking by. The bottle of wine the girl had been carrying sailed into the air, Kuroko grasping for it. She only just managed to graze the bottle, and it happened.

The bottle disappeared.

Kuroko had tried to teleport the bottle where it wouldn't smash, but only succeeded in teleporting the bottle in her haste. This caused the free liquid to fly through the air on it's previous trajectory.

Right into Shokuhou.

Mikoto paled as the liquid soaked into Shokuhou's clothes, the drink having flattened her hair over her eyes. This wasn't good, not at all. Shokuhou had been at wits end a moment ago when she'd texted Mikoto desperately, and now her clothes and herself were soaked in red wine.

"Uh...Shokuhou...san?" Mikoto asked, the girl beginning to shake. Yep, there it was, she was about to lose it and attack Kuroko. There was nothing to be done though, Mikoto knew Mental Out had been holding it in all night. Mikoto looked over at Kuroko as the girl scrambled to her feet, and noticed it.

Kuroko was hiding a smirk.

Had she done that on purpose? Mikoto's veins filled with liquid anger at the thought. Shokuhou had spent all night being as nice as possible while Kuroko was nothing but difficult, and she'd spilled it on her on purpose?

"So sorry, Shokuhou!" Kuroko said, not a hint of actual sorrow in her tone. "I wasn't watching my step!"

"Kuroko..." Mikoto started, feeling the anger intensify. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"W-Wha...? She asked, not at all convincing.

"Why would you...!" Mikoto was cut off by shrill laughter coming from the soaked individual.

"It's okay, Shirai!" Shokuhou said, smiling. "Accidents happen!"

...

...

...

"What?" Kuroko and Mikoto asked at the same time. Shokuhou giggled and wiped her soaking hair from her eyes.

"I said it's fine, it happens." She looked down at her outfit in dismay. "Although I think my clothes may never recover from this." Mikoto didn't understand, Shokuhou was supposed to be absolutely pissed, and she was laughing it off. Mikoto watched the blonde stand. "I'll just go now, I need to try and save my clothes."

"Alright, can't be helped!" Kuroko said, sliding back in the booth all too close to Mikoto, who stood as well.

"I'll go with you." She said, glaring at Kuroko. "You may need help."

"But Onee-sama..." Mikoto ignored Kuroko's desperate plea and began to walk away, but paused as Shokuhou did.

"One thing though." the blonde said. She turned, and Mikoto watched a wad of yen sail through the air and hit the table. "That's for dinner, Saten-san. There's a little more then we need there, so go crazy with desert or whatever."

"A-Are you sure?" Saten asked, picking up the bills. Shokuhou nodded.

"I said I didn't mind." She began to walk away again. "Come on Misaka-san, let's go."

"Coming..." Mikoto replied, watching her roommate with new found respect. Mikoto was impressed. Even in the event of getting her clothes ruined and being soaked in red wine, Shokuhou kept her tongue and her cool. She even payed for dinner and desert in advance to boot.

Why though...even I was getting mad, you should be absolutely livid...


Shokuhou Misaki was absolutely livid. She growled as she glared at the stained shirt, tempted to throw it back in the washer. However, this would do nothing but waste time, as it would be the sixth time doing so. She had advanced to doing it herself in the tub, having been here for three hours already. It was 3 in the morning, and Misaki gave up.

"Nothing?" Misaka asked from her seat on the counter, and Misaki shook her head sadly. "Damn, sorry about that. I can't believe Kuroko did that..."

Some may wonder why Misaki kept her cool under those perfectly reasonable conditions to get mad. The answer was simple.

To make Shirai the bad guy, not her.

Keeping the nice and all smiles act had made Shirai seem like the one in the wrong, which Misaki knew only angered the girl more. It was more than worth it to see Misaka leave with her and hearing Shirai cry about it.

"It's fine." Misaki replied tossing the shirt into the garbage along with everything else. "I needed a new shirt, anyway."

"Still, for her to pull something like that..."

"I said it was fine." Both girls exited the bathroom into the now air conditioned living room, sighing. "Good thing it's Saturday tomorrow, though. We haven't slept yet." Misaki looked disapprovingly at Misaka. "You could have gone to bed, you know. I didn't need your help."

"But I wanted too." Misaka replied, smiling. "But you're right, I'm exhausted." Saying goodnight, both girls went to opposite ends of the hall to their rooms. "Hey, Shokuhou-san."

"Uh huh?" Misaka asked, looking back to find Misaka in the doorway to her room, staring into it.

"I wanted to, uh...Thank you for trying so hard tonight." She replied, smiling genuinely at Misaki. "It must've been hard with Kuroko constantly on you about something, so I appreciate the effort. Really, thank you."

"Uh..." Misaki tried to ignore the stabbing guilt in her chest. "It was no big..."

"Yes, it was." Misaka interrupted. "I've seen Kuroko when she's jealous, and not many people could handle her like you did." turning back to her room, Misaka chuckled. "So, thanks." She then disappeared.

Misaki quickly entered her own room as guilt stabbed her again. Why did she feel so guilty? Because she hadn't been trying to get along, rather piss Shirai off?"

"Ugh, I'm too tired for this..." Misaki hissed, falling into her bed. "I'll think about it in the morning."

If only she'd gotten any restful sleep before being jarred awake.

I'll just leave it there, alright? I hope you enjoyed, leave a review!