And here we are once more, the monthly series has returned!
Sorry for the delay on this one. My proofreader, Zeus, was having some problems in his home country and I had to wait for him to be available again. Nevertheless, we are here with another round of the Bust Upper Incident!
Before we begin, let's handle some reviews!
whwsms: Othinus won't be giving up her spot easily to anyone else! Although that attitude of hers can cause some... issues. The only Damage Touma suffered was to his heart caused by having two girls on each of his arms.
Stitches: Othinus should just carry a little handheld drill around at this point, huh? Don't worry, your wish will come true... relatively soon!
Dragonrails: Glad you thought it was fun! Birdway and Lessar have kind of become partners in crime these days, eh? I would be down for that... just need a reason for them to come together again. Here it was Obvious, but not so much for a second round on her own... might need to get Patricia involved again. The Touma x Kinuhata ship has become a fan favorite, has it? A double Date might be a good idea...
wildarms13: Leivinia can be kind of cute sometimes, huh?
Agent Nine: A unique moment where even Mark feels that his boss has gone out of line and needed punished...
Mr.X: Just figured I'd try to clarify to help, no need to bite my head off about it... or other people's for that matter. Sorry about it being short; that's about how much content I could pack in and have it still flow well. Only other thing I could think would would have been a moment in bed between Lessar and Touma having a more serious talk, but that probably would have only extended it by about 500-700 words or so. To go farther likely would have needed a completely different concept. Also sorry if you feel certain characters are behaving OOC. One of my goals here is to put characters into situations they normally wouldn't be found in and getting their reaction, and as such, sometimes I have to decide for myself how they'd react; sometimes it clicks, sometimes it doesn't. The only way to find out is to try! And I still like Aogami as a character; it has nothing to do with the guy your having a feud with, and no I'm not changing my mind.
MrQuestionMark: There is only one thing that can happen when Lessar and Leivinia are in the same room; suffering for Kamijou and entertainment for us! At least he got to bite back a bit with the help of a certain war god. I know this one was shorter than most, but that's honestly just how it turned out when it was all done. My policy still is "Each chapter will be as long as it needs to be: no more, no less," so sometimes to go with the idea it can end up being shorter than most.
BlueJack22: He's had plenty of practice over the... months.
The crack shipping guy: Lessar will be Lessar, after all; that part about her isn't changing anytime soon, the little pervert (That we all know and love.) Sorry about that! At least I only update this once a month, eh?
A guy: My friend... I consider pushing that line my job. And i'll keep pushing it until it shatters into a million pieces! I'll keep it T for as long as possible!
Deo V: I can understand that... we need more Lessar content around here.
Slayer: Leivinia is a complicated person... a hardass and powerful cabal boss that also happens to have a caring heart for the few who manage to break into her shell. You're appreciation for her is not unusual, my friend.
NeoShadows: Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend. Itsuwa was fun; playing the part of the Amakusa to troll around the scene was great, and not to mention an unusual excuse to use Awaki, a character I can't crank out of this very often. Be jealous... that your not a 10 year old that;d be noticed by Awaki... what a shoutacon. Misaki was great to, and it opens up ideas for the future! I can now have her join more hijinks for the chapters to come! And of course: Double Trouble from Lessar and Levinia; can you name a more iconic Magic Side duo? They were rather well together... to bad they gained the ire pf a certain Magic God... As for who is up next... one of the ones you suggested is right. =)
someperson: Yup; we need more Lessar and Leivinia around here! I think at this point I don't know if I can have a chapter just about them as victims. I think they are aware enough of the situation to avoid trying to join in on the competition... though I'm not opposed to it, I just find it unlikely. Sorry to disappoint. However, as for your request...!
And now that's done! I'm trying out some changes to formatting with this story, so if you could, please tell me how it is. I'd really appriciate it.
Without further ado... enjoy!
Touma sat at a bench in a familiar park. One could recognize it as the one that held a certain vending machine that a certain Railgun would frequently kick out of revenge for stealing money from her a long time ago.
He was there with a purpose, and a rather simple one at that. Like a few times before, he was waiting on someone for a date. He lightly patted his knees as he patiently waited for his female companion of the day.
Despite looking rather calm, inside it was nothing but chaos.
"What the hell… what the hell do I do in this situation!?" He screamed in his mind, trying his best to keep his turmoil internal.
It wasn't so much of what he was doing, as he was just going to hang out with the girl at the underground mall in district seven. No, it was more who he was going with that was the issue. However, she wasn't a magician, scientist, cyborg girl, angel, AIM-Thought being, or even a Magic God. In fact, she wasn't that high ranking of an esper either, only being around level 2, level 3 tops.
The problem was who the girl was… connected with. Literally.
Connected to almost 10,000 other clones of herself, all of them her sisters.
Misaka Imouto, otherwise known by her serial number of Misaka 10032. A clone of the third ranked level 5, Misaka Mikoto.
"How am I supposed to handle almost 10,000 girls!? Especially when they're all mentally linked!? T-this is like dating them all at once because they all share the experience, right!?" He thought to himself, once more trying to appear calm.
Somewhere, he felt a brown-haired dragon pervert laughing at him and his inexperience, but the disregarded that; he'd deal with that idiot if and when they ever met. Right now, all he could focus on was how to deal with the situation at hand.
He would be with one girl, even though there were ten in the city, but he'd technically be out on a date with all of them.
Even if they were mostly the same, the pressure of the sheer numbers he had to dance around made him uneasy.
"Sorry for being late, Misaka says as she notices you lost in thought."
"Bwah!?" Touma's guise shattered for a moment due to the surprise.
That was Misaka Imouto all right. She looked exactly like Misaka Mikoto, even wearing the same school uniform as her. There were only three ways to tell them apart on looks alone: The futuristic goggles on her forehead, her dull colored eyes, and a simple heart necklace that Kamijou Touma had bought for her at one point.
Well… there was a fourth way to tell, but it was a lewd one. To put it simply, unlike the original, Misaka Imouto did not wear gym shorts under her skirt.
"Misaka apologizes for scaring you, Misaka says as she bows lightly, begging for forgiveness."
"D-don't worry about it, I just had a lot on my mind, that's all!" Touma replied.
Misaka Imouto, along with the other clones, had a tendency to speak in monotone, as well as describing all their actions and their meanings as they did so. It was related to how they were created, as the second generation of Misaka Clones that were meant to replace the first before the operation was scrapped lacked that defect.
All Misaka Worst did was refer to herself in third person all the time, after all.
"Anyway, shall we go?" Touma suggested. "We still have plenty of time, but that's no reason to wait around."
"Misaka agrees; Misaka has been looking forward to this, Misaka says in a slightly elated tone," Imouto replied. "Let's go quickly, Misaka states as she pulls on the savior's arm affectionately."
"Eheheh…" Touma rubbed his neck in an embarrassed fashion; he wasn't used to how the Misaka Sisters spoke, and hearing her lay her thoughts and feelings out to bear made him feel unusual.
Still, at this point all he could do was try to relax and give her a good time. Whether the other Misaka Sisters saw or not, it was something he would have to put up with. It's something he would have encounter eventually on his quest to figure himself out, so all he could do was endure.
Unfortunately, there was one particular clone that was part of the Misaka Network that the unlucky Kamijou didn't take into account.
"Misaka is bored, Misaka Misaka says as she lies lazily on the couch," Last Order called out in Accelerator's apartment, holding a rather downcast expression on her face.
"Then get off your ass and do something, otherwise you'll get fat," Misaka Worst hollered from across the room. "He won't want to push around a giant butterball, you know."
"I should be telling you that," Accelerator walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee. The adults in charge of the residence appeared to be out. "I haven't seen you leave the place for three fucking days, and yesterday you were complaining about your clothes getting tight."
"Ah, that's just around Misaka's hips and boobs though," Worst replied. "It's because Misaka is developing into a curvy girl. You know; nice big, fat tits and wide birth giving hips. Not to mention supple thighs and a nice pronounced ass. Makes it so Misaka gets all the attention from all the boys… and the girls who can't decide which side of the fence they're on."
"Is it always fucking sexual bullshit with you?" Accelerator growled.
"Only when you're around, Tou-san~" Worst giggled.
"Tch… pain in my ass…" The white haired esper spat, knowing Worst was just messing with him.
"Ugwa… Misaka is jealous too… Misaka Misaka says as she rolls around," Last Order groaned.
"Jealous about what? Don't tell me Worst's bullshit is getting to you." Accelerator sat down in a chair and moved to drink his coffee.
"It's because 10032 gets to spend an entire day with the savior and Misaka can't come, Misaka Misaka screams as she throws a tantrum!" Last Order cried out. "When Misaka asked if Misaka could join, the entire network yelled at me saying Misaka couldn't mess with their date, Misaka Misaka cries as she vents her frustration!"
Accelerator paused the moment he heard the term "date," the dark liquid inside his mug just about to reach his lips.
"…What did you say?" He asked.
"Misaka 10032 and the Savior are out doing things in the underground mall in district seven, and they wouldn't let me come! Misaka Misaka says in a fit of-"
"…Hey, brat," Worst called out.
"What do you want? You've been bullying me all day, Misaka Misaka accuses with tears in her eyes!" Truly, Last Order had reached the point of crying with her fit, but Worst was unaffected.
"…Misaka thinks you just sentenced the Savior to death." Worst pointed her thumb to the front door, which was just closing with the slightest hint that someone ran out of it. Looking to where Accelerator was seated, his coffee had been set down on the table without so much of a sip taken out of it. Upon further examination, Accelerator's usual coat was gone too.
"…Did Misaka do bad, Misaka Misaka asks in a listless tone?" Last Order turned to face Worst, who only shrugged.
"Depends on how attached to the two of them you are, because one of them is going to probably die today."
"Misaka likes clothes shopping, Misaka states as she examines a few dresses." Imouto stated as she… well, did what she described. It was a clothes rack of dresses, varying in size, color, and design. They all seemed relatively cheap though; nothing name brand at least.
"That's right… you usually just wear Misaka's uniform, right?" Touma asked.
"We do that to keep up apperances, Misaka answers with a slight frown." Just as Imouto described, her lips curved downward. "We all share our big sister's face, and her being seen outside without her uniform is forbidden. We don't want her to get in trouble for things we've done, or worse tip off some people of our existence as clones, Misaka explains as she sorts through the dresses she likes."
Touma felt a little bad; even if they were trying to branch out and separate themselves, they were stuck in a spot that forced them to match Mikoto in more than a few ways. However, it wasn't either of their faults; if anything could be blamed, it'd be Tokiwadai's strict dress code. In-class was one thing, but out of class and off school grounds? That's a little bit choking, isn't it?
That's what he thought anyway. He watched her wishfully look through the dresses, finding the look on her face somewhat somber.
He frowned; he wanted her to enjoy herself, not be reminded that she was chained up in Academy City's regulations.
"…Hey," He stepped up next to her. "…I know why you're doing that, but I think you can get away with it just once, right?"
"How do you figure, Misaka asks curiously?" Imouto turned to face the unlucky Kamijou.
"Well… think about it," Touma shrugged. "Your big sister only really goes to hang out with other girls, especially from her school, and not some high school delinquent. If people see you with me, they'd have to think that they imagined it or that she had a sister or something right? Since most people would think that she'd never be seen with me, they'd have to assume you're not her."
"…Do you want Misaka to wear different clothes, Misaka asked trying to keep her hopes in check?" Imouto's eyes remained rather dull, but Touma could have sworn he saw them light up ever so slightly.
"Of course; we're here to have fun, right?" He smiled. "Pick something out that you like; even if you can only wear it when I'm around, that's better than nothing!"
Imouto didn't respond right away. However, she did reach out with both hands and grabbed ahold of his own with something close to a blush across her face.
"…Could you… step outside for a time, Misaka asks bashfully?" She eventually asked.
"…? Is something wrong?" Touma raised an eyebrow, hoping that he didn't screw up.
"Misaka just wishes to surprise you, that's all, Misaka replies happily." Imouto smiled lightly, a rare occurrence from the normally emotionless girl.
"Ah… I think I get it," Touma nodded. "Go on and pick something, and take your time."
"Understood, mission accepted, Misaka states as she decides to get serious." Imouto nodded before going back on her clothes hunting. Touma smiled and walked out of the clothes store to grant her the privacy she wanted. He stepped out, observing the mall. There were a few more clothing stores, a swimsuit shop, and something like a book store. On one end of the expansive hallway was the food court, while the other led to more stores, including a few anime and manga shops Touma himself was rather fond of.
He found a bench close by and sat down to patiently wait for her female companion to come back out.
That's when terror itself manifested into physical form.
"Yo."
"!?"
It came from the other side of the bench, despite being sure it was empty.
However, that low, raspy voice was unmistakable. Even one word felt like the unlucky Kamijou was being called out by death. He somehow put as much aggression into a simple and normally laid back greeting that it matched the intensity of a detailed and gruesome threat from a super villain.
"H-hey Accelerator… l-long time no see, right?" Touma nervously called out, trying to alleviate some of the tension.
It failed.
"Heard you were taking one of the sisters out for some fun," Accelerator stated. "How's that going?"
The words he was using? Common and friendly. The tone he was using? Heart attack inducing.
"F-fine… s-she went to try on some clothes I think… s-said she wanted to surprise me…" Touma couldn't hide his nervousness if he tried.
"Is that so…?" He could feel the white haired esper's mouth twist into a grin, despite not even turning to look toward him. "And after that, what where you going to do next…?"
"D-don't know… maybe s-some more shopping… maybe grab some food… s-she mentioned something about a movie, so that maybe…?" Touma gulped.
"A movie, huh?" Accelerator's voice cracked. "A nice private movie… just the two of you…? All dark… impossible to see whatever you two could be doing…?"
It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was implying; Accelerator was accusing Touma of planning to do something with Misaka Imouto not fit for the public eye. The spiky haired teen was screwed; in any other scenario, he could explain himself and maybe have the number one esper understand, but now he was already pissed.
All he could do was deny it and hope Accelerator bought his story. It's not like he was lying, anyway.
"M-me? Never! I-It'd just be a movie; I'd never do something like that…" Touma replied. "C-come on, you know me? H-have I ever done anything like that with a girl?"
"…Come to think of it, I doubt you've so much as felt a girl up, let alone anything else. Probably still a virgin, right?"
That jab at how far (or lack thereof, outside of accidents and Bust-Upping shenanigans) he's gone with a girl stabbed him in the heart more than the white haired esper probably had intended. Reminding him we was still single and in a situation where he could easily screw up his whole love life by possibly picking the wrong partner out of those attracted to him stung like a wasp right in the center of his sternum.
"Y-yeah, see? P-people say lots of girls like me, but you don't see me doing anything with them, right?" He swallowed his pride and accepted the insult. Regardless, Accelerator seemed to ease off a little.
"True… you wouldn't suddenly go from mostly passive with women to mounting one in a movie theater…" Accelerator mused openly.
Touma sputtered in his head. "T-that's what he was accusing me of planning!?"
"I guess I can let you off the hook this time…" Accelerator shrugged.
Touma breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over.
"…But that'd be too easy, right?" Accelerator grinned.
The spiky haired teen's body tensed up immediately, his mind racing with possibilities of what the number one esper was going to do to him. All thought ceased when Accelerator put a hand on his shoulder. For the first time, Touma turned to face the One Way Road, only to find his blood red eyes glaring back at him.
And to see him slowly form a twisted grin.
"…Just go on about your business; have fun on your date… just keep in mind that everything you do, the other sisters can see…" He leaned in close, his grin widening. "…And that I'll be watching you, Hero."
Accelerator let go and walked away. Touma's forehead dripped in sweat.
"…H-he takes his job as their guardian… s-seriously, huh?" Touma smiled nervously, trying to dry himself off with his jacket.
Thankfully, Accelerator appeared to be gone. Slowly he began to ease up. All in all, he did get off easy. The number one esper could have easily done something far worse.
He was truthful about not wanting to do anything sexual with Imouto, so as long as he kept his nose clean, he'd be off the hook. He took a sigh of relief and leaned back a little; once Accelerator was sure that Touma's intentions were pure, he was sure to back off entirely.
"Sorry for the wait, but Misaka is finished, Misaka says, wondering what you'll think."
Touma turned to gaze upon his companion, who had stepped out of the store carrying a bag. Rather than any of the dresses she was looking at she opted to go for a white sleeveless tank top with dull red stripes, and a set of white shorts. Her top was rather loose, but it also only came up to just above her waist, showing off a little bit of her midriff, while her shorts were definitely tight and short, only going to her upper thighs, fully showing off her legs.
She was showing off plenty of skin, but it didn't seem that outlandish. However…
"…That's a bit more of a summer outfit, don't you think?" Touma asked.
"Misaka wanted to try something different… and their dresses were too long for what Misaka liked when Misaka tried them on, Misaka says as she is still expecting an answer for how she looks." She did a little spin to give Touma a better look.
He had to admit, she had an attractive athletic build.
"It looks great," Touma admitted. "I guess I'm just worried that you'll get cold once we get outside again."
He rubbed his neck as Imouto smiled a little.
"Misaka came in a skirt, so it should be fine, Misaka states to reassure the savior," She stated. "We can go now if you want, Misaka says as her stomach begins to rumble."
"…Guess that pretty much decides on what we're doing next, now doesn't it?" Touma shrugged and stood up. "Alright, let's find something to eat!"
They began walking toward the restaurant-heavy side. At some point, Imouto took his left arm for her own, holding it gently, but Touma didn't mind. This gave him a good look into the bag she was carrying; all that was inside was her previous set of clothes, though there might have been something else below that as it did appear rather full from the outside. Due to the looseness of her top, he could also see down her shirt if he wanted, but he avoided that if he could. It was more of a random discovery rather than something he was intentionally trying to find.
Eventually they passed by a set of indoor plants, acting as a center divider in the mall's hall. As they walked by, Imouto took out a wallet from her pocket and began to look through it to probably see how much money she had left. However, a particularly rude individual shoulder checked the unlucky Kamijou, and the resulting jolt caused her to drop her wallet into the planter that the foliage was in. Not a big deal, but a few coins fell out into the soil.
"That asshole…" Touma growled. "Are you ok, Imouto?"
"Misaka is fine… Misaka just needs to get her money back, Misaka states reluctantly as she lets go of the savior." The brown haired clone stated. She knelt down to pick up her wallet and find her coins, but they must have been hidden by the plant because she stayed there for an unusual amount of time.
This wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for her change in attire. As said, her shorts appeared to be on the tight side, so when she knelt down, one could actually see the definitive outline off her butt. It didn't help that she wiggled it around as if it was part of some kind of dance either.
Touma didn't mind too much; he was a guy after all. Or rather, he didn't think much of it at first, but that changed fairly quickly.
On the other side, Accelerator was leaning against a wall, messing with his phone. Imouto didn't seem to notice, but Touma definitely did. Accelerator's eyes drifted up from his phone, and narrowed them at the unlucky Kamijou.
Touma knew what it looked like; it gave the definite impression that he was intentionally staring at her ass. He had to stop Imouto before her ignorant actions got him killed.
"H-hey, you know, I can help you find your money if you want?" Touma suggested.
"It's fine, Misaka states as she works through the frustration of finding all of her currency." Imouto replied.
In her head though, a different conversation was taking place.
"Misaka 10032 reporting in, intentionally showing Misaka's rear end to the Savior has failed to arouse him at this time."
"Misaka 13879 is sad; she is quite proud of our respective figures."
"Misaka 10777 disappointed; she is quite cold here in Russia and was hoping that some spicy action would help warm her up."
"Misaka 19090 suggests raising your butt a little higher; maybe he's not getting a good enough of a look."
Misaka Imouto did as her sister suggested and raised her rear, shifting from a kneeling position to fully extending her legs, appearing to check the other side in case any coins found their way over. This only made the unlucky Kamijou panic more as the Accelerator shifted to glaring.
You see, Accelerator didn't want Touma to do anything to Imouto, and honestly, the Unlucky Kamijou had the same intention.
However, it was actually Imouto, or rather the majority Misaka Network, that wanted Touma to make a move on her, and as such was trying to entice him. There was no way for Accelerator to know this aside from them telling him, so she was inadvertently threatening Touma's life.
As the one in this situation would say: such misfortune.
"A-are you sure?" Touma called out. "You s-seem like you're having a bit of trouble there!"
Imouto didn't answer, but frowned as she faked her searching. Truthfully, she had already got all her money back and was just showing off.
"Misaka 10032 is starting to get annoyed," Her voice echoed in the Misaka Network. "His tone tells me he can see it, but he's just getting nervous and wont act."
"Misaka 18754 suggests that perhaps it's because you're in public? He might be more receptive in a private setting."
"Misaka 12574 is detecting unusual readings from your torso, please confirm."
Imouto raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn't noticed due to her focus in the plan at hand, but her shirt had begun to fell a tad bit tight, unusual considering how loose it was before.
The cause was the fact that her chest, normally rather modest, had effectively doubled in size. And was still growing.
"…Misaka 10032 reports that the Savior's breast-growing function has activated erroneously."
"Misaka 12574 states that such a thing is consistent with our reports related to the ability "Bust Upper," but perhaps this is a blessing in disguise?"
"Misaka 10777 agrees; it tells that he is definitely looking your direction due to your provocations. Also, it is well documented that he has a preference for more top-heavy women."
"Misaka 18754 still recommends taking this date to a more private setting. He might be more inclined to respond without the possibility of prying eyes."
Considering her sisters' advice, she wrapped up her blatant display and put her wallet away. She then turned to face the unlucky Kamijou with a very noticeable jiggle from her engorged chest. Touma's mouth dropped as she was still growing, her chest quickly causing her tank top to rise up and show more of her midriff.
If there was a way for a stare to cause physical damage, Touma was feeling it from Accelerator's gaze of infinite contempt. Touma scrambled for his sunglasses, nearly dropping them in the process before putting them on his face and uttering a simple sigh of relief.
"You didn't need to do that, Misaka politely suggests," Imouto stated. "Misaka didn't mind; aside from the tightening, it was rather pleasant, Misaka adds, carefully choosing her words."
"N-no way… not out here with all these people!" Touma replied. "W-well… we're still going for some food right? I think I see a family restaurant over there!"
Touma pointed across the hallway. It seemed to be a humble place, somewhat busy due to it being the middle of the day, but otherwise it didn't seem to have a line of people waiting to be seated. They were shown to a window booth that allowed them to see out into the mall proper, displaying a clothing store across the street. Touma ordered chicken teriyaki while Imouto opted for shrimp. Thankfully, their waiter didn't question the clone's speaking patterns, at least not outwardly to them.
Once it was all set up, the unlucky Kamijou and let out a sigh of relief. Accelerator was likely trying to keep out of Imouto's direct sight to avoid being discovered; she was distracted before, but now they were seated comfortable indoors, with only one window. Accelerator could walk in too, but there'd be no way to guarantee where he was put in that case, and not to mention he could easily be found out. The only remotely decent place to hide would be in the clothing store across the street, as there was a discount rack right next to their own window, but someone like Accelerator would stick out like a sore thumb.
At least for now he was safe. He feared the worst if he decided to tell Imouto about Accelerator, so he decided to keep quiet. They were given their ordered food not much later and ate relatively uninterrupted.
Touma was surprised to see how quickly Imouto tore through her shrimp though.
"Really like them, huh?" He commented.
"Yes, Misaka answers quickly," Imouto wiped some sauce from her lips. "Misaka likes shrimp. There are so many and so small in the long run, but they keep going on regardless and don't let life get to them. They are like Misaka's sisters, Misaka answers in an elated mood."
"Wouldn't that be more of a reason to not like eating them though?" Touma thought. He didn't say anything; the sisters appeared to have unusual trains of thought from time to time, and as such felt it was better to leave it unaddressed.
He briefly looked out the window and saw something unusual. There was someone looking through the display rack in the clothing store, but something seemed off about him. He was in a large red jacket, more fit for winter rather than the current spring, baggy jeans, and appeared to wear a white cap.
…And he had white hair.
He turned his head to look out, and Touma saw his blood red eyes.
"Y-you've got to be kidding!? He put on a disguise just to stalk me and not get noticed!?" Touma turned pale upon the realization. That was definitely Accelerator. He even grinned back at the unlucky Kamijou, freaking him out more.
To make matters worse, Imouto had moved…
…Right next to him.
"Is something wrong?" She asked, lightly grabbing at his arm.
"N-no, it's fine! Just lost in thought!" Touma replied. Imouto slid a little closer and turned her body to face him. Nervously, Touma looked back. She had a sizable amount of cleavage now, and that combined with her choice in what is now a tight top and shorts gave him quite a view.
Too bad death itself was watching, and the trigger for his demise could be anything even slightly resembling affection from the Misaka clone.
"Are you not having fun, Misaka asks as she appears a little sad?" Imouto asked.
"It's not that… I guess I just feel like I'm being watched…" Touma replied. It'd be one thing if he told her, but if Imouto found out herself, that might be a different story. Sadly, Imouto looked out only to find that Accelerator had already turned away, appearing to be just another person in the crowd.
"Misaka doesn't see anyone, Misaka says as she turns back." She did as she told, leaning a little closer, pressing part of her swollen chest into his side. "Are you sure that's all? Misaka understands if you'd rather be someplace else, Misaka says as she looks down in a disappointed way."
"I-it's not that, really!" Touma replied. "It's just… it's hard to talk about right now, I guess…"
He absolutely couldn't tell her. Even if the Misaka network could shut off support for Accelerator's esper ability, that'd likely cover him just for that day. Any time after that? He could crush his entire dormitory in his sleep, throw a bus at him while on his way to school… all sorts of terrifying things.
Moreover, due to the nature of his ability, there'd be no way to tell that it was Accelerator until he attacked. By that point, whatever punishment the Misaka network dealt out wouldn't matter.
He'd be a corpse.
Imouto tilted her head slightly.
"…Misaka 10032 is confused. Misaka thinks that Misaka's advances are working, but it appears that there is a hold up somewhere stopping him from pursuing it."
"Misaka 19090 thinks that maybe he's embarrassed? He doesn't usually talk or act on this kind of thing… maybe he needs more warming up to break down his defenses?"
Imouto leaned in just a little more, placing her hand on one of Touma's thighs for support. This was sending signals all over the unlucky Kamijou's body. Hormones and logic were in a war for supremacy; one side wanted to indulge in Imouto's temptations, understanding what she was trying to do, while the other was trying to avoid death at all costs.
"If you want to do something else… Misaka doesn't mind, Misaka states in a low voice." She rubbed his leg a little. "Especially if… it's something you can do with Misaka… Misaka trials off…"
She tilted her head slightly, letting her bangs shift to the side as she leaned in close. She looked cute. Despite her currently provocative outfit and figure, the unlucky Kamijou could only focus on her face.
For a brief moment, former side of Touma's internal struggle was winning out.
"…Maybe if it's after something like this, dying wouldn't be so bad…" He thought.
Then a knock came from the window, interrupting them. This managed to catch the two's attention enough to look.
Before them stood a feminine looking boy with long, waist length blond hair and blue eyes. Dressed mostly in either yellow or black, he wore a tight fitting shirt and pants, and a rather dark stole around his shoulders. One could see he wore fingerless gloves and two crossing belts on his waist.
"T-Thor!? What the hell are you doing here!?" Touma blinked as his lips twitched in confusion. Thor waved with a smile and then gave a thumbs up, seemingly approving of the situation Touma was in.
"…You know him, Misaka asks in a confused tone?" Imouto spoke up.
"Y-yeah… he's a… somebody…" Touma replied. Thor continued to smile, but then suddenly looked up while raising a finger, giving the impression he just remembered something. He then held out his wrist and pointed down toward it.
It was an old way to ask for the time.
Touma blinked a few times before pulling out his phone. He found it easier to just show him the clock on his phone. Thor leaned in to look, before narrowing his eyes and letting his jaw drop a little in apparent disappointment. He then put the palm of his hand to his face and sighed, shaking his head. He frowned, pointed further into the mall, and waved again before walking away.
"…Did he… really just want the time…?" Touma asked. He couldn't help but feel like something was off.
The last time he saw Thor was when he was helping rescue Othinus. Why was he back in Academy City?
Imouto however was less than pleased.
"Misaka 10032 is officially mad. An acquaintance of the Savior interrupted us. We were about to kiss!"
"Do you have his name? Misaka 10777 suggests picking him up of the street and dealing with him after a later date."
"Misaka 19090 is surprised by your suggested assassination."
"…Misaka 10777 might have spent too much time in Russia."
"Discuss it later; Misaka 18754 thinks it might be time for our trump card."
Imouto nodded, and pulled back.
"…Sorry about that, Misaka says apologetically," She spoke. "Misaka doesn't know what came over Misaka, Misaka repeats."
"N-no, it's fine!" Touma reassured her. "T-things like that happen, don't worry about it."
Touma breathed out slowly, calming down. Even if it was weird that Thor was around, he ended up saving the unlucky Kamijou from certain death at the hands of the One Way Road.
His hormones got the better of him. Damn them. He went to check his phone for the time himself, having lost track of it due to the chaos of the day.
"…Do you still want to hit that movie? We still have time before it starts." He asked.
"Misaka is ready if you are, Misaka nods in agreement."
The two packed up, paid their bill, and left the restaurant. Thankfully, Accelerator had left the area and was nowhere in sight. For the moment, they appeared to be on their own.
It was likely for the better; Touma now knew for sure that Misaka Imouto was hitting on him pretty hard. The attempt at a kiss suddenly made the issue with the bush make a whole lot more sense.
Part of him wanted to set her aside and stop her and explain his whole situation… but another acknowledged that the sisters have had it rough for a long time, especially with more than half of them unfortunately no longer with them. He wanted to indulge her a little bit to at least try to make up for her past.
They arrived at the movie theater relatively uneventfully. They paid for their ticket and got something to drink (no popcorn because they just ate); it was all normal.
Until they got to the ticket-checking usher anyway.
"Show your tickets; showing for "Below the Sand," will be taking place in theater three, just down the hall!"
"Thor!?"
Touma couldn't keep it to himself this time. The Almighty Thor, strongest magician in Gremlin… was working as an usher in Academy City, checking for the validity of incoming customer's purchases. He had traded his usual clothes for a maroon uniform, consisting of a button up shirt, long pants, black shoes, and a little hat with a black rim.
"Hey Kamijou-chan! Long time no see!" Thor smiled. "Well, aside from a few minutes ago anyway. How was making out with your girl here?"
Both parties lit up bright red, but the only one who changed expressions was the spiky haired teen.
"Cut the crap, what are you doing here?" He demanded.
"Working."
"That I could figure out!" Touma shouted. "I mean what are you doing working here!?"
"…I could tell you, but-"
"No; that bit is dead! Dead I say! No one's bringing it back!" Touma suddenly shouted. Thor simply shrugged.
"Either way, like I said, theater three for the scary movie," He repeated. "Though… you sure about bringing a girl to a scary movie?"
"I like scary movies, Misaka states as she observes the usher in case he makes any sudden moves." Imouto responded. Thor simply grinned.
"Oh? Do you? That's kind of cool; us guys don't usually like the romance movies, so having someone around they can go see the hardcore stuff with is a big plus." He stated. Imouto simply nodded in agreement. "Either way, two tickets for the lovely couple please! I'd love to chat more, but my shift just started!"
The two handed him their tickets, with him nodding and stamping them before letting them pass. Touma was beyond confused, but it seems like it worked out. Thor being in Academy City was a problem, but if he was behaving himself, Touma didn't care too much.
Plus, they were now in an isolated theater. A similar case to before; Accelerator couldn't get in without being noticed by Imouto, so he felt he was safe.
The movie was all right but predictable. Something about three couples out for an around the world tour, and things going wrong on their way from the Middle East to Egypt. Some sort of monster was stalking them from under the sand, leaping up like a shark to swallow them up or drag them below the ground. It relied on jump scares a little too much, but the atmosphere created by the fact that the monster could be anywhere under their feet was good when they let things settle.
Not a whole lot was going on in the theater itself. Imouto seemed pretty engrossed by the film, sipping away at her drink with her eyes locked on the screen, and the theater wasn't packed by any means, but it was pretty far from empty. They were in the middle, but people didn't sit around them, so they mostly had their section to themselves.
A sound came from somewhere in the back that caught the unlucky Kamijou's attention, but he ignored it. However, it rang out a second time. Around the third occurrence was when he turned to see what was going on.
He immediately regretted the decision.
There were two ushers near the back, keeping watch on the theater itself. Thor wasn't one of them; Touma could only assume he was still outside. The spiky haired teen saw them when he first walked in, but one of them had been swapped out.
By a certain white haired boy with red eyes. He must have seen Touma look, because he immediately grinned.
"Y-you've got to be kidding me! He's here too! What did he do with the other guy!?" Touma's face paled as he quickly looked forward to avoid looking suspicious to anyone else around.
He couldn't focus on the movie after that. He thought that if Imouto was enough into the movie that he'd be fine, but if she made a move on him again…
The Imagine Breaker needed a plan.
"…Empty… Misaka… says sadly…" Imouto suddenly spoke with a frown. He held onto her drink as if it was a sick child, not once changing from her somber expression.
Touma eyed her for a moment before something clicked.
He had an idea.
"I can get a refill for you if you want." Touma offered.
"Won't you miss part of the movie, Misaka asks trying to keep her voice down to not disturb anyone?" She asked.
"I don't mind; I kind of need to use the bathroom anyway, so we can kill two birds with one stone." Touma smiled. Imouto smiled back and handed him her cup, and he walked back up the aisle. He passed Accelerator, doing his best to avoid eye contact, and pressed on until he was in the main lobby.
The person he was looking for had moved behind the concession stand.
"Hey Kamijou-chan!" Thor greeted. "What's up? How's your date going?"
"Listen, I have a problem and I need your help." Touma stated.
"Sorry bud; my magic only lets me turn into girls. I can't take your place for you."
"That's not it!" Touma replied. "One of your ushers got lifted off and replaced by someone who is going to try and kill me!"
"A hit? Who did you piss off?"
"Accelerator."
There was a short silence.
"…THE Accelerator?" Thor blinked.
"Yes, THAT one!" Touma groaned. "I'm on a date with someone he doesn't want me dating and keeps getting pissed when she is affectionate."
"So he's stalking you… and you think the next time she goes for the kill he'll kick your face in?" Thor tilted his head.
"Yes! Exactly!" Touma clapped his hands together, dropping the cup onto the counter. "Can you please swap with the other usher and do something about it if he tries to attack me!?"
"…You do know my only way to stop someone like that is through copious amounts of violence, right?"
"At this point, I'll take it!" Touma replied quickly. He was desperate to find some sort of resolution. "Just don't mention it was me who asked you, alright!?"
Thor put his hand to his chin, thinking it over.
"…Eh, alright," He shrugged. "I'm at this place under a fake ID anyway, so it matters about as much to me as a forest to a construction company. Sure; I'll take your back."
Thor didn't really care; he just wanted an excuse to throw down with the top dog of Academy City.
Touma felt like he was doing something bad, but by this point he didn't care. Accelerator was being unreasonably overprotective.
But before that…
"…Oh, and can I get a refill on this? It was root beer I think." Touma asked.
"Roger, roger." Thor nodded.
Touma received the full drink before walking back to his seat, handed Imouto back her cup when he arrived, appearing noticeably more relaxed. He eased back into his seat; he didn't check to see if Thor did what he asked just yet, but just the idea of having support was enough to calm his nerves enough to enjoy the movie.
After a few maulings on the screen, the movie entered a quieter moment of its run time, focusing on its characters rather than the threat at hand. Over the course of the scene, Touma felt a small tug on his jacket.
"…Savior, Misaka calls out pleadingly," Imouto tugged again. "You are enjoying spending time with Misaka, aren't you, Misaka asks with a tilted head?"
"Of course I am." Touma replied.
"But you've been distracted since we left the clothes store… Misaka trails off…"
Touma felt a little guilty, even though it was someone else's fault. It was supposed to be her special day, after all.
"…Sorry," Touma rubbed his head. "Someone… approached me while I was waiting for you and has been stalking me ever since, so it's hard to put it out of my head…"
"Stalking? Have you contacted Anti-Skill, Misaka asks curiously."
"It's a bit more than what they can handle… but I think I managed to handle it while I was out." Touma replied.
"I see… that's good, Misaka replies twiddling her thumbs…" She trailed off. "…Because Misaka likes being around you, so Misaka wants you to like being around Misaka… Misaka states in a slightly flustered tone."
Touma frowned put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry; if it wasn't for my issue, everything would be fine and you'd have my complete attention," The spikey haired teen rubbed her slightly. "Sorry if me being out of it ruined the day."
"…What happened should be taken care of, right, Misaka asks hopefully?"
"Should be, at least until we get out of here." Touma replied.
"Then… can you look at Misaka, Misaka asks blissfully?" She requested.
"But… I already am…?"
"Misaka means… without the sunglasses… Misaka asks as her face heats up." It was dark, but due to the light from the screen, Touma could see a blush form across her face. A similar sensation began to take hold on the spiky haired teen's face as well.
"B-but… I mean…" Touma sputtered. "…If you get bigger… that shirt would split right down the middle… wouldn't it?"
"Misaka is prepared; Misaka bought spare extra-large tops, Misaka reports proudly." She stated. "When you look at Misaka… it makes Misaka's chest feel warm… fuzzy… and when that ability is active… it tells Misaka that you're looking at just Misaka… no one else… Misaka says warmly…"
"I-I understand that… but still-"
He was interrupted when Imouto moved from her seat to sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around Touma's head and pressing her already engorged chest against his.
"…Please, Misaka begs…?" She called, her face very close to his.
Touma didn't know why, but since he came to acknowledge that girls had started to like him, his resistance to their charms seemed to jump off a cliff somewhere, never to return.
He couldn't find a way to say no.
"If… you want… you can take them off…" Touma replied. Imouto wasted no time and began to lift his sunglasses off his head.
Her chest began to swell almost immediately, pressing into the unlucky Kamijou's chest. The growing orbs began to take up more space in her already tight tank top as they took up more space. The soft sounds of splitting fabric could be heard starting, and they were going to start getting louder soon as her chest made more room for itself.
Despite that, Touma could only focus on her face yet again. Imouto must have felt the same as she began to lean in, attempting to pick things up from where the left off at the restaurant.
There was a sudden loud bang, but not from the speakers.
It was from the chair next to them.
"Yo."
Touma froze; Accelerator had finally gotten angry enough to throw aside his deceptive antics and charge him directly. In the shock of his apperances, Imouto drops his sunglasses back into place on Touma's head.
"Accelerator… M-Misaka calls out in fear!?" She spoke.
"H-hey, you saw it! She moved over to me, you know!?" Touma stated. His brain was spinning as he tried to figure out a way to escape. Wasn't Thor supposed to help with this!?
"That doesn't really matter now, does it?" Accelerator glared. The battery on his collar wasn't on just yet, so there was a chance of escape, but the moment he turned it on, it'd be over.
As Accelerator was being intimidating, a hand came up onto his shoulder to put a stop to it.
"Hey now; you can't go threatening the guests just because he's out with a girl you like, you know?" Thor had finally appeared; Touma's savoir in the flesh.
Accelerator wasted no time in activating his collar and sending Thor flying through several empty seats. People screamed and began to run out at this point, fearing the possibility of the white haired esper going on a rampage.
"…Pompous piece of shit." Accelerator growled as he shut his collar off, turning to focus on the couple in front of him.
That proved to be a mistake as one of the theater chairs came flying at him, slamming into his back and sending him over the railing and into the next row.
"Rude," Thor complained as he dusted himself off. "I was just trying to enforce the rules, and you hurl me into the seats? Talk about a bad attitude…"
Accelerator's growls turned into a roar as he shot up, activating his powers in full and charging straight for the lightning god. Thor immediately deployed his arc fusion blades as Accelerator slammed into him, taking the two of them through a wall. Several loud crashes could be heard from there, shaking the whole theater, so Touma did what he could.
He picked up Imouto and ran, praying that Thor (And the other people in the mall) would be ok
"Seriously… I get that he doesn't want anything bad to happen to them, but that's going a little too far, don't you think!?" Touma breathed out. They were out of the underground mall by now, but feeling more shockwaves, Touma kept running.
Imouto grabbed her bag as they left, but she simply let it lay below her now large breasts as he ran, hiding her face with her hands. The girl's chest jiggled furiously with each step, but Touma tried to ignore it.
Now the shocks had stopped, Touma did the same, breathing heavily as he slowed down.
"S-sorry about that…" Touma sighed. He moved to let the girl down, but she spoke before he could.
"…Ugh, why did this kind of situation have to be the first time I get a princess-carry /escape?"
"…Huh?" Touma blinked. Her voice suddenly had emotion, but she spoke oddly. And it was familiar…
He looked down to see the girl, to see her showing her face again, her hands now resting on top of her chest. Her eyes had an unusual brightness to them, very different from the Imouto he was carrying before.
"Seriously, I'm going to need to give him a serious talk about boundaries and letting the sisters do what they want /return." The girl spoke. "But /backspace, I guess it did get us into his arms directly, so maybe if he backs off, I'll let him off easy /return."
Yeah, it definitely wasn't Imouto in his arms anymore. It's not that someone else had snuck in; she still had the same body before. But where did he…
He remembered: From the perfect world.
"…Will-Chan?" Touma blinked.
"You got it right, five points /return!" She cheered. "I was worried you wouldn't remember me after all that, you know /return!"
There was an entity in the Misaka network that the sisters didn't know about. It lived there, saw everything they did, and on occasion would take over the Sisters to act.
She was the Will of the Whole Misaka Network. Their collective desire all in one place.
"…When did you…?" Touma trailed off.
"Around the time Accelerator showed up /return," She replied. "Seriously, 10032 was so close and then he showed up /return! I was going to cut him off, but /backspace, then that blond guy popped in and they started fighting… as much as he deserved a pounding, him dying is not on the list of my priorities /return."
Touma set her down and she tried to stand, almost falling over in the process due to her shift in weight.
"Geeze, these girls sure are heavy /return," Will remarked, holding onto her swollen chest. "…Makes me wonder what bras in Academy City are like /return. This happens to you all the time, right /escape? 10032 went braless tonight but /backspace, normally you have other girls being subject to this rather constantly, right /escape?"
Touma blinked. And suddenly his eyes widened.
He had never thought of that before.
"Why… doesn't that cause any problems…?" Touma spoke aloud. "I-I mean, they all wear one! But my Bust Upper doesn't cause anything weird to happen with them!? How!? Why!? D-does it grow those too!? If so, why not the rest of their clothes!?"
There were too many questions to answer as Touma rubbed his face furiously, trying to figure out the mystery.
"…Maybe bringing this up was a mistake /return." Will sighed. Touma slowly stopped as she spoke up again.
"Wait… how long are you going to keep control of her?" Touma asked.
"Little bit… she won't remember anything, so its fine /return," She replied. "I just got super swept up in getting carried that I kind of forgot to back off… teehee /return!"
"The "teehee" would work better if you could stop talking like a typewriter."
"I can't control it /return! It's how I talk /return!" Will retorted, put her hands on her hips. Touma sighed.
"…Still, guess if you're still around, everything must be fine with the sisters, right?" He asked.
"Yeah; they're great /return!" She smiled. "Although… you need to be more resilient to advances /return! We know all about your quest, and 10032 was planning on dragging you out to a love hotel after the movie to try and lock in your decision /return!"
A-a love hotel!? Academy City has those!?" Touma shouted. He wasn't sure if he was more surprised that a love hotel that'd let teenagers enter existed, or that Misaka Imouto had intended to bring him to one.
Whoever said that the aggressive women were the quiet ones knew what they were talking about.
"Either way… I suppose it's about time I get going /return. Don't want this one to have too big of a gap in her memory /return. I'll make sure she gets home safe and turn the reins back to her /return. Making up a cover story and implanting it shouldn't be too hard /return." Will sighed.
"Yeah… still it was nice to see you." Touma stated.
"Same here /return!" She smiled. "But there's one little thing I need to do before I leave /return!"
She quickly approached the unlucky Kamijou and pulled on his collar to lower him.
She then kissed him on the lips, sending Touma into shock.
"Bwah!?" Touma sputtered as his entire face turned red.
"A little thank you for looking after 10032 for the day /return!" Will pulled back and smiled. "Regardless of who you decided on, remember to come and have fun with her every now and then, would you /escape? That'd make her really happy /return!"
Touma couldn't speak, and that fact seemed to amuse her, as all she did was giggle to his lack of a reply.
"Well then… take care /return! Get home safe /return!"
She waved goodbye and went running off for wherever Misaka Imouto was living; it was a piece of information the spiky haired teen didn't know. Touma simply stood there, awestruck. Normally he'd at least offer to walk her home, but he was so shocked by her action that he could barely speak, let alone use his feet.
After a few moments, he lifted his hand up to his lips.
"S-so… t-that's a kiss… right?" he asked himself.
Once he finally recovered his ability to move his legs, he was suddenly elated. It was his first kiss!
…As far as he could remember, anyway, but to him, it was the first time and it felt like he was on top of the world!
He walked home proudly, thinking that his little quest for love was finally paying off somewhere. It seemed like nothing could bring him down from his state of sheer and utter joy.
At least until he arrived to his dormitory and saw a familiar head of white hair sitting on the bench just outside, remembering at the last minute that Accelerator knew where he lived.
…Such misfortune.
And here we are at the bottom!
Finally, its a Misaka Imouto chapter! It's been a request for awhile, so I'm glad to finally deliver. The Misaka Network ended up being a tad... aggressive when it came to claiming the unlucky Kamijou, but considering how willing they are to compete with their big sister (Mikoto) for his affections, I figured they'd be willing to go above and beyond to win. You know what they say: Go Big or Go Home.
Too bad Accelerator was having none of that, huh?
I hope you all enjoyed. Please, review at your leisure; I still enjoy feedback.
Have a good day, my friends!
Sincerely,
ArmoredCoreNineBall, your friendly (not)robotic (not)overlord (possibly)person who occasionally writes things.