11:44 PM
Abicus skipped down a city block, occasionally clicking his heels in midair. He waved his left hand in a circular motion and made a rose appear and handed it to a young woman with shoulder length black hair. He stopped in front of her, showing his palms.
"Alakazeemo," he began. He then quickly brought his hands down before raising them back up. "Alakazingo!"
A bouquet of roses appeared in his palm. He handed it to the dumbfounded woman before taking her left hand and kissing it. He then hopped away and disappeared into the crowd ahead. The woman blinked for a few seconds before slapping her thigh. Her pupils dilated.
In another block far away, Abicus merrily skipped down a block and set his sights on a woman who had brown hair in a pony tail. She was holding a box while standing in front the back seat of a blue car. He sinisterly rubbed his his hands together as he put on a mischievous grin. He skipped in her direction as he swung his wand in a circular motion.
"Alakazheemo…" he began. However, he was abruptly halted after tripping over something. He tried to use his hands to cushion his fall but upon impact but his body weight was unevenly distributed between his hands so he ended up falling on his face anyway. His hat flew off his head revealing hair missing from the entire top of his scalp.
"Ow! exclaims Misaka to make her sudden pain apparent to the clumsy old man who should watch where he's going."
"That's my line." Abicus rubbed his face with both hands without looking at the little girl he tripped over. "You know… Minus the whole Misaka bit."
As he continued to rub his nose, Abicus looked up to see the young lady boarding the passenger seat of the blue car. He gasped as it drives away and took a moment to wallow in his missed opportunity. He turned to face the young girl who is now looking up at him with curiosity while returning his own look of disdain.
"Way to go brat. You let my target get away."
"Target? Misaka asks out of innocent curiosity."
The annoying brat's mouth dropped open and her eyes sparkled as she gasped and excitement.
"Are you some sort of spy?! Misaka inquires further in an attempt to get closer to the truth."
This little girl talks like novella, Abicus pondered.
"Yeah, I'm a secret spy and you just skewered my priorities. Good job."
She then squinted at Abicus which only slightly irritated him.
"What?"
"You're lying, Misaka says taking note at the condescending and sarcastic tone the stranger has taken with her, folding her arms to further indicate disapproval. Misaka suspects you must be some sort of pervert. Why else would you call an unsuspecting young lady a "target?" Misaka has every right to contact the authorities you know, Misaka says further prodding and criticizing the creepy, perverted bald man."
(This cheeky little shit.)
Abicus, in spite of how true those sentiments were, feels his heart rate increase for a second. He composed himself, rationalizing that the child didn't know any better. That and he had a soft spot for kids but only when they behaved themselves.
"...Yeah, well...you smell. So..."
Abicus leaned over and stuck his tongue out. As the little girl angrily gasped, he kicked up his hat and it twirled as it floated toward the top of his head. He adjusted it slightly before walking away.
"You can't talk to Misaka like that! Misaka exclaims, voicing her disdain for the way the rude bald man has talked to her, shaking her little arms to further signify her ang- oh, he's gone."
While Last Order was complaining, Abicus has seemingly vanished out of sight. It was odd considering he couldn't have gotten so far he was out of sight at the speed he was walking. A white plastic bag blew in front of her obscuring her view of him for about a second but she did not pay much attention to it. She thought for a second and reasoned that he couldn't have possibly jumped out of sight in such a short amount of time, especially considering that there was a road on his left and a building on his right. She considered that he was an esper and simply teleported out of sight at the last second.
Last Order pouted for a moment. She folded her arms again before turning her attention to a bench. She walked over to it and hopped on it without looking where she would land. When her rear made contact with the bench, her eyes widened.
A few moments later, Accelerator opened an ice cream shop door with his left foot. His left hand was occupied by a vanilla and chocolate soft served ice cream cones with white plastic spoons in them. He had his typical bitter "fuck everything" look on as he walked towards the bench a few feet away.
"Seriously kid, how hard is it to stand still in one spot for five min…"
His voice trails off as he noticed Last Order sniffing and brushing her eyes with her tiny wrists.
"Oh great, did you cut your knee or something?"
Last Order looked up to Accelerator with streams of tears running down her cheek.
"Ac-Ac-Acelera-ra-ra-ratooooooooor."
Accelerator's mouth hung slightly agape. He sighed, kneeling over to place the ice cream cones on the bench next to her. While on her level, he looked her directly in the eyes.
"What happened?"
"Misaka *sniff* wa-wa-was outside *sniff* because she-she-she saw a taxi with an advertisement for-for-for Misaka's fav-a-a-a-aaaaaa-"
"Get to the point."
As Last Order sniffed, a stream of mucus went up her left nostril.
"Misaka's panties were stolen!"
Accelerator looked at her with a blank expression for a few seconds as if his doctor just told him he tested positive for an incurable disease.
"What...?" The tone of his voice was soft spoken as if he could not comprehend the utter absurdity of what he had just heard. That soft voice would soon turn into a seething roar. "What?! How the hell did something like that even happen so quickly?! Why didn't you shout for me?!"
"Because...he u-u-used some sort of abil-abil *sniff* abilityyyyyyyyy. All he did was touch Misaka and-and-and before Misaka knew it... *sniff* they were gone along with the th-th-thi-eee-eeeef, Misaka reports *sniff* still recovering from the shock of the *sniff* shock of the incident."
Accelerator looked at Last Order for a few seconds as she continued to sniff. In those few seconds, many violent thoughts ran through his mind. He then slowly stood up, pulling out a white flip phone from his back pocket. He typed three digits and a tiny window popped up on the bottom right corner of the screen, revealing a list of numbers beginning with them. He pressed the call button on the first one. A tone rang four times before taking him to a pre-recorded message.
"Hello, this is Yomikawa Aiho! I can't be reached at the moment so-"
Accelerator clicked his teeth and pressed the hang up button.
"God fucking dammit," he said under his breath. This time, he scrolled down to the recent calls display and pressed call on the second number. After a few rings, the other line finally picked up.
"Hell-" a relaxed female voice said from the other side of the line.
"Stow it Yoshikawa. Get your ass to the ice cream shop not too far from home."
The female voice on the other end belonged to Yoshikawa Kikyou, a scientist who was also good friends with Yomikawa and sometimes babysitter to Accelerator and Last Order.
"And to what do I owe this favor for?"
Accelerator squeezed his phone so hard his hand started shaking.
"Last Order's had an accident...I'm going to take care of it but I can't do anything if I have to baby sit her at the same time."
"What sort of accident?"
Accelerator didn't feel the need to further explain himself. If he said the situation was dire, that alone should be enough to signify that immediate action needed to be taken. Or at least that's how he rationalized not being able to protect Last Order when the time came to it. But his pride wouldn't allow him to utter those thoughts out loud.
"...A bad one. Look, can you get over here or not? I have no problem flying her home but I don't like wasting battery life on things I don't need to."
"You said the ice cream shop, right? Gimme five minutes."
With that Accelerator pressed the red hang up button on his phone and flipped it closed. He shut his eyes to soothe his rage for a moment. Upon opening them, he looks around the immediate vicinity. Last Order's sniffling has lessened but she looks up at Accelerator with tears still falling from her eyes as he observes their surroundings.
Accelerator walked off a few feet to his left towards a light post. A white plastic bag was stuck on it at the middle. He grabbed it and pressed a button on the electrode. In a second, every every molecule of dirt was suspended from the bag and was blown away by the sparse amount of wind present. He walked over to the dumbfounded but still teary eyed Last Order and held the plastic bag in front of her.
"Put this on."
"NO!"
"Oh yeah? So you want to wait out here without any panties, hm? Or perhaps you'd like to catch a cold? What if it rains, hm? Or maybe you secretly like going commando, is that it? Hmm?!"
"..."
Last Order lowered her eyes in silence. Then she sniffled.
"Then put it on. It'll only be until Yoshikawa shows up and I'm sure she has money to buy you a new pair."
After pausing for a second and sniffling again, she took the bag with her left hand. She was about to stick her right foot in but stopped and looks at Accelerator.
"...People are watching Misaka, Misaka sadly proclaims clinging on the every precious bit of dignity she has left-arghhh."
She lets out a slight groan as Accelerator grabbed her by the left wrist and walked her over to a small space between the ice cream shop and the next building. He lightly swung her over to the space and folded his arms, looking away. He can hear the sound of the plastic bag swishing for what seems like thirty seconds.
"What's taking so long?" Accelerator asks.
"Don't look! Misaka replies instantly, stopping Accelerator from receiving a federal charge."
Accelerator's clicked his teeth and was about to turn and berate her for saying something so utterly stupid but stopped himself.
"Like you have to tell me…"
After about five seconds, Last Order speaks.
"Oka- *sniff* okay…"
Without fulling turning his head the left, Accelerator peered at the still saddened little girl.
"What did he look like?"
Last Order looked up at Accelerator with her mouth hanging open slightly.
"Well?"
"A bald*sniff* a bald *sniff* a bald man with a c-c-c-cape and-and-and *snff* and…"
"Bald man with a cape. Got it. That narrows it down to quite a few people. That's enough for me go on. Gimmie your phone." Last Order dug around in the pocket of the her white lab coat. She handed Accelerator a pink cell phone that had flowers and sparkles for a design. He snatcheed it and dialed three numbers before handing it back. The window for displaying the contacts beginning with that number highlighted Accelerator's name. Last Order looks at him confused. "If you see him first then give me a call. I'll be over there in a heartbeat. Which way did he go? Did he walk or run?"
Last Order slowly raised a finger to her left. "Th-th *sniff* that way...B-but Misaka thinks he's a teleporter…"
(Dammit. Then he could be anywhere right now...Well, not necessarily actually. Depending on his range, he can only cover any distance between a few feet to a little under or over a hundred meters per "jump." So he's either long gone or within hunting range. If that's the case, the best thing to do would be to leave the brat here for Yoshikawa so I can track him as soon as possible. I don't want to leave Last Order alone...but...Dammit…! It's not like she'll get kidnapped within the span of five minut...)
As Accelerator scowled and gritted his teeth, he saw Yoshikawa's car at the end of the block.
(Huh, I guess she's not so useless after all. Still, that was pretty fast. It's like it came here exactly at the time I needed it to because it knows I need to move as quickly as possible… sounds like hasty writing. But whatever.)
Accelerator bow faced and began walking.
"Where are you going? What are you planning to do? asks Misaka, unsure of Accelerator's objectives."
Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna find that sunva bitch and wring out every drop of blood from his body until he gives me what I want...
Is what Accelerator wanted to say but he knew saying that would only make Last Order whine. He grabbed the plastic spoon protruding out of the melting vanilla ice cream cone and licked the ice cream off. He placed it in his side pocket and then picked up both of the cones. He walked over to Last Order and handed them to her. After he does so, he walked in the other direction again.
"'Wait! You're not going to-"
"He went this way right?" Accelerator interrupts, giving Last Order enough time to answer. "Remember, you see anything, give me a call."
Accelerator kicked of his left foot and flew several meters down the block in seconds. Last Order ran past the park bench.
"'Acceleratooooor! Don't do anything rash!' Misaka pleads to Accelerator's clearly waning sense of humanity…"
Last Order's voice trailed off as she realizes the futility of her pleading. She sighed and looked at Accelerator as he get smaller. She walk up to the bench and slowly takes a seat. She stared forward at nothing in particular with a sad look on her face.
"Misaka is too upset to enjoy the tasty ice cream Accelerator has left for her…" she said. After a few seconds passed, she chomped on the top of the vanilla one. "Okay…*sniff* maybe not that upset…"
