WARNING (MATURE CONTENT). You've been warned. If you're under the age of majority for your country, stop reading this. Graphic description and scenarios.

Once again, I have to advise that this is not a canon-based story, and that I do tend to muff the proper names of the characters. Please bear with me as Japanese is not my first (second or third or nth language.)

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Touma and Mikoto snickered as they headed down the beachfront boardwalk away from the hotel.

She turned towards Touma, and nudged him. "I don't know who was more gob-smacked, our parents of everyone else when we walked in and announced that we were heading out for a walk and a private conversation."

Touma looked at her and he smiled and then started to laugh.

She nudged him and started laughing, finally holding her sides and gasping.

Finally getting their laughing jag under control after seeing the expressions of everyone that passed them, they straightened up and looked over the beach and sea, leaning on the sidewalk railing.

Mikoto pointed at the pier just ahead of them. "Let's go over there. It's a bit more private. Oh, Kami! I didn't mean it THAT way. I meant..."

Touma sighed, "Yes, fewer people around to give us THAT look that says we are behaving totally inappropriately or worse yet, smiling and thinking that we're an engaged couple... Ah, such misfortune!" The latter words came out as a whisper.

Mikoto looked at him sharply. "Why do you keep saying that? Are you cursed or something?"

"Seems that way. I'm sure that I've been saying it for years, and from what others say, I have. I just seem to attract the strange and the weird. My dad says that he's been collecting good luck objects for years, but that all became bad luck when the house exploded during the Angel Down Incident... Oh, kami. I can see by your expression that makes absolutely no sense."

She touched his arm. "OK, you do things and have things happen to you that I know nothing about. This probably explains all the girls I see you with, and I don't mean just Index and Fukiyose Seiri. I've even seen Kuroko, Ruiko and Uiharu look at you as if you were some sort of idol, though Kuroko also looks at you as if she's ready to put a few of her spikes into your body where it'll really, really hurt.."

Touma sighed. "Maybe it's me and my misfortune, but I keep coming across all sorts of girls who need help, even imaginary ones."

"Imaginary girls? You mean real imaginary girls, not just ones that you make up, right? Like Kazakiri Hyouka?"

Touma look at her sharply. "You know her?"

Mikoto sighed. "This is going to sound like stalking but I don't think that it is. I mean, when we first met and sort of got to know each other, at least our names, I went and did a websearch on you. Found a bit but... well, nothing really. I happened to be doing some work for Judgement, really helping everyone with filing and such. I wound up getting dragged into doing data entry of reports and such. Well, I was using Uiharu's system... and well... Her search engine was looking up records on you and I... well, I... read them, plus there were links to the websites that Ruiko uses. OK, I snooped on you. Everyone chewed me out for that and I don't do that anymore, even in my room at the residence. Someone had put together a list of everyone that you'd be involved with and where they lived, or at least the section. She was listed as being in Kirigaoka Girls' Academy and the Imaginary Number District. Other than that, I think that I've seen her a couple times and Kuroko's mentioned meeting her during the Underground City Incident." She leaned her elbows on the railing and blew her bangs up, a move completely tsundere and so natural that Touma's breath caught and his heart skipped a beat.

He nudged her hip and she looked up at him. "Let's go over there," nodding towards the pier. "It's going to be a bit more private, especially if we're going to be talking about …. You know."

"Ten thousand dead sisters, wars and battles that no one really knows about. We'll be thought to be a pair of rally serious MMORF gameplayers or otaku or just plain crazy."

Straightening up, she started walking to the pier entrance and he stepped up beside her.

Five minutes later, they were seated beside each other on the end of the pier beside one of the massive bollards used by docking ships but unoccupied at the moment.

"Kamijou? I know that this may be moving things a lot faster than you might want to, but could I ask a big favour of you, right now?" she looked over her shoulder at his surprised expression.

"Nani?! Is this about what we'd been talking about before or is this something new?"

"Something new, but it's sort of embarrassing. I'm not sure why but I've got a muscle dramp on my shoulder and back and can't seem to shift it. Do you think that you could give me a massage? I mean, do you know how to give a massage?"

He chuckled. "I thought that this was supposed to be that really important question that you wanted to ask, but …. I've been learning. Index has joined the track and field team of all things and she's been pushing herself and getting leg cramps. I've had to learn it and I seem to be pretty good at it, at least, that's what she says. It could be like that episode of the American show 'Friends" where Monicoa gives these really bad massages but no one wants to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. Are you OK with that if I am another Monico?"

Mikoto laughed. "I saw it, and right now, I don't care if you're worse than her. I'm willing to take the risk."

"Turn and face away from me, and I'll get behind you."

"OK, but don't do anything perverted, I can spark up and fire lightning bolts at you even if you're behind me."

Touma stood and let Mikoto shift then sat down behind her, and gently reached up and started massaging both shoulders.

"Oh, yea. Not so hard and more on the left than the right. Ahhhhh! You got the right spot, no, more to the left. Now to the right…. Right shoulder!"

Touma leaned forward and whispered in her ear "are you sure about this, it seems to be jumping all over?"

"I was but… Are you using imagine Breaker or something? Every time that you get close to the tight spot, it shifts elsewhere."

Touma pulled both hands off of her and stared at his right hand. "I wasn't thinking about it, but it may be reacting to your AIM Diffusion field. Can you try to suppress that? I'll try the same with Illusion Breaker. Maybe we're both being defensive on this and…."

Mikoto chuckled. "First time I've been asked to do that. Usually, it's crank up to the maximum. Guess all those fights with you have conditioned me to something like 'Kamijou's within a mile of me; better be ready to fry his ass in case he tries something perverted.'"

Touma laid his hands on her shoulders again and gently worked his fingers into the muscles, concentrating on the feel and trying hard not to think about who he was massaging. "How's this?"

"Oh, lovely. You've got six weeks to stop. Just a bit to the left. Oh, yes. Let me roll my shoulders a bit and see if it's working. No! Keep massaging. Oh, good. Can you put a bit more into it, whatever you're doing feels marvelous!"

Touma concentrated on making things work right and not having the usual feeling that he had when using Imagine Breaker flowing through him.

Mikoto flopped forward slowly and grabbed the bollard in front of her. "Please? Can you massage my back? It seems to have shifted all over down there."

As his hands shifted from working the shoulder muscles to her shoulder blades, she arched her back, and breathed, "Oh, kami! Oh, yes! Keep doing that. Now around to the sides, now down the back, now back to the sides!"

Touma worked his hands around at her directions, feeling a bit embarrassed that she was now wriggling against him in an effort to get his hands where she wanted them to be. His embarrassment increased when she shifted her backside hard against him and started wriggling, but he managed to keep the massage going.

Things got really strange when his anatomy reacted to her presence and he knew that she could feel its hardness against her backside. Her groans and sounds of pleasure only increased in intensity and she seemed to be shifting her backside right up into his lap and was wriggling against him and sliding his penis around within his short. There was no way that she didn't know what she was doing and feeling.

Mikoto's breathing picked up another notch and her groans took on a completely different tone. "Around to the front, Touma… Oh, please. Not my sides, but here."

With that, she sat upright, and reached down and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, then proceeded to massage her breasts with her hands, then leaned forward and placed her hands on the bollard once again. "Don't stop, please keep going!" The friction of her behind on his lap became frenetic.

Stealing a quick glance to see that no one was around and could see what they were up to, he applied himself to groping her breasts, and pushing the warm feel in his hands into her. Whatever he was doing, it worked because Mikoto moaned all the more and the friction of her behind on his lap became a grind as she literally seemed to be screwing herself unto him if not for the layers of cloth between them.

She started sparking and the waves of electricity flowed between his lap and his hands, triggering an even more frenetic twitching and groaning and gasping. She suddenly squealed and pressed herself back into his lap as the current became an explosion of lightning that roared through their bodies and then down her arms into the bollard.

It howled as it was wrenched free of its mounting bolts and went with Mikoto's outstretched arms as she leaned back and she screamed and started twitching. The bollard, now seemingly weightless, disappeared in a lighting streak up into the sky and the sonic boom from its departure roared in their ears and blew all of the loose dust and dirt off of the pier.

Mikoto went boneless in his arms, still twitching and groaning, not in pain but in pleasure and pleasure denied. "Touma, darling," she breathed.