A Certain Magical Index series created by Kazuma Kamachi and Dengeki Bunko

This is a Fanfiction written by: ~Emerald Sonata~

Starring: Last Order, Fremea Seivelun, and Fraulein Kreutune

A Certain Mystical Last Order

# 14 #
Taking a Side in a War is Difficult:
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"… M-Misaka is so happy she is so short, says Misaka as Misaka feels a stabbing pain in her chest despite realizing what she said is true."

Last Order had initiated a head to head battle with Chef Girl. They both wielded a special form of Magnetism that collided like the pride and fury of two dragons.

The battle for supremacy.

"M-Misaka needs to get to high ground, points out Misaka as Misaka runs away from the knife in the wall that nearly sliced off her ahoge!"

Yet, like a game of chess between world champions, it if didn't came down to level of experience or skills, it all relied on luck, timing, and opportunities.

For example. Last Order accidentally stumbled onto an bottle of soy sauce that fell to the ground, making her lose focus in countering the flying metal kitchen utensils. The Chef Girl used her hidden powers to initiate a volley of sharp knifes and carving forks, to throw them at Last Order.

Even using her own Magnetism to knock them out of the air, several rounds escaped her catch and stabbed right into the wall above her head.

It looked like she was chosen for an amateur choose-the-apple-off-her-head game show.

"Eep! Squeaks Misaka as Misaka dives into a nearby table and accidentally tackles a civilian! GUBYAAAAH!"

Last Order dove aside to avoid a flurry of heavy pots and pans that were thrown at the speed to crush watermelons (read: skull). She also barreled into a cooking student girl who was part of a class trip representing Taiwan, both lovely girls falling over into a lovely heap.

"S-sorry, s-stutters Misaka as Misaka pulls her hands off your chest! Sh-she didn't mean to grab you like a man, like that, declares Misaka as Misaka hopes you don't call the police on her by mistake!"

The table they hid behind was suddenly yanked aside, the covers torn back to reveal the legs of the table being made of metal. Another volley of kitchen knives and fruit drills came screaming at her.

"Misaka won't let you hurt the innocent, calls out Misaka as Misaka counters with her own power!"

The girl held out her hand to a microwave nearby that was on top of the American Food Stall, yanking it over like a fish hooked from the water. She then made it float in front of her and the Taiwan cooking student, letting the object shield them from the sharp knives.

It gave Last Order enough time to scoop up the Taiwan cooking student into her arms and run off. She was carrying the latter princess style.

"D-don't cry, don't cry! Misaka isn't hear to kidnap you take you to some dark fantasy play, screeches Misaka as Misaka endures the girl's punching that's as heavy as a cat's punch!"

Last Order was a member of Judgement. She really didn't want to be misunderstood like this. So it hurt her a lot.

"… You… You made me lose that man… that monster who shoved my father into the river and erasing him… I have to start over… I HAVE TO START OVER IN HUNTING THAT FREE-RUNNING MURDERER!"

Chef Girl swung around her beautiful kitchen knife, the power of her Magnetism whipping the a trail of pot lids around. Unlike a certain Rank #3 Level 5 Electromaster who could control Iron Sand to move it like a tornado-shield or even like a Snake, the Chef Girl's magnetic movements were… very sloppy.

They all acted as if some secret wire was tied to the lids and all you needed to do was yank them to make them move. Once they were in the air, they cannot change their movements.

Pull and throw. No finesse, no finite manipulation of movement, no coordination.

Only 10% of those lids were able to reach Last Order, which wasn't enough to bury the girl who carried a civilian in her arms.

The advantage to be the hunter… but major disadvantage in her aiming.

It's like hunting for a tiger with an elastic band. No good.

"I've spent hours, days, months, and years to keep track of that murderer's movement! So long as he breaths, I choose to hunt him down and pay for taking away the man I admire the most… You don't understand… You can never understand this feeling."

Tears… Drops of sorrow and agony filled up in Chef Girl's eyes, and they rolled off her face as thick as snow. They stained the ground in her pain.

"… No one can understand why I'm so stupid to devote my life to revenge… you all say that… You all say I'm wasting my life away just so I can kill that b stard... You all do."

"Misaka won't says Misaka as Misaka begins to repeat herself to confirm her answer, Misaka won't judge you."

The Chef Girl didn't stop crying… but her body froze. A giant heavy duty grinder was floating next to her, ready to throw itself into the fray to crush a certain middle school girl. It suddenly dropped as if the hidden cast members couldn't bear to carry such a heavy piece of equipment any more.

"Misaka won't look at you like how others do. Misaka will see you as you are: a poor, lost, and lonely girl who has no where to go, says Misaka as Misaka starts to tear up herself. You're just alone and scared, and have nothing to cling on but the road of revenge. Only will you reach the goal of staining your hands in that man's blood in the name of justice, would you feel satisfied. Misaka cannot accept that crude raison d'etre, says Misaka as Misaka nods to her own statement."

Last Order stood up, letting go of the Taiwan cooking student who was given the chance to run back to her friends and teacher, to let her cry in their arms and speak in their language how scared she was and how she thought she was going to die in foreign soil.

How she would become a wondering ghost.

The girl who was the terminal of over 9000 Sister Clones, born from the DNA of a certain Level 5 Electromaster… did not want a bad ending, for anyone.

Even if it was the enemy.

"Let Misaka crush that Darkness inside of you! Yells Misaka as Misaka hollers loud enough for your soul to here her words!"

"SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!"

… And so began the battle between a Level 3 Magnet Force… and a Gemstone who could whip around metal objects like stage wires.

… FIGHT!