とあるおまけの章

Toaru Omake no Sho

A Certain Chapter of Bonuses

This is a chapter of Omakes, little side stories. None of the stories have much if any relevance to the plot but some of them are quite fun to read. If you have any ideas for an omake just leave me a comment or send a PM. I'll keep on updating this chapter so check back often, though I'll usually leave a note in the newest chapter saying there's been an addition.

Omake #1 (added July 18th, 2013)

とあるクロのクローン

Toaru Kuro no Kurōn

A Certain Kuro's Clone

Oneeni sat at her vanity, doing her hair in preparation of Kuro's arrival. She had always been attentive to her appearance before, to what many might call an "excessive degree", but it had always been for her own sake. Her narcissism was her motivation, it always had been. But right now the thought in her mind wasn't "do I look good enough" like it always had been, it was "do I look good enough for her?"

For her entire life, however short that was, she had always done things for other people exclusively. She would risk her life to run after her mentor's book just because he told her to always keep it safe and trusted her to do so. She would risk her life for any of the clones because she looked after them, and they trusted her to take care of them.

But the only person she had ever wanted to look good for was herself. Nobody else cared and nobody else's opinion on how she looked mattered to her. That was, until she met Kuro.

She didn't know why it happened or when it happened, but she now found herself wondering if Kuro would like this hairdo or that dress, rather than wondering whether she would look good in it.

'What are these feelings?' She wondered as she brushed her hair, too lost in her own thoughts to notice the door opening or someone else's presence until a pair of scrawny, familiar arms wrapped around her.

"Está más allá de toda controversia que lo que más cuesta es, y debe ser, más valorado," Kuro said in a foreign language, speaking in her ever flat manner with a hint of tiredness to her voice, Es por Dulcinea, mi princesa, que me atrevo a continuar, por ella peleo contra gigantes y ejércitos de la tierra".

Any attempt to communicate back and ask her what the words meant would mean she would need to interrupt this wonderful grip she found herself held in. So she was silent as Kuro sighed and continued. "It is so silly to court a delusion... but better a fictional princess than a real live dragon." the girl said and grabbed the clone's hand, pulling her up, "Shiro is suffering a Misaka deficiency so we're going on a date."

What?! Kuro, you can't be serious. Sure I miss Onee-sama but as I've said before oneeni isn't the same person. Going on a date is cheating. Ju-

Shiro's protests were cut short when Oneeni wrenched her hand from Kuro's grip, eyes wide and a slight look of what could be called, at a stretch, horror on her face. The clone shook her head and signed, "no. I can't."

The moment the signs left her hands there was a flash of hurt, actual hurt, in Kuro's eyes before it was extinguished. She had never seen the stoic girl show any sort of pain so immediately she knew that her "words" must have cut deep.

"I'm sorry for being so presumptuous then," Kuro said in the same monotone as any other time as she turned around and began to leave. Kuro... Shiro said, amazed and worried that the ever emotionless Kuro had been put into this state by just a few words from someone other than her. "Sorry to bother you..."

Oneeni reached back, grabbing her shepherds crook and looping the end around Kuro's neck, catching her before she left. She then grabbed one of the many magazines that were open on the desk part of the vanity. She tugged backwards on the crook, and took a step forward, wrapping her arm around the smaller girls shoulders. She flipped through the magazine until she arrived at the page she wanted, then showed it to Kuro and pointed at the title.

"Things to do to ensure that the first date with the man of your dreams is a good one."

Oneeni positioned herself in front of Kuro and began to sign, explaining herself. "you're not a man, I've checked, but I assume the same rules apply."

"Wait... you've checked?" Kuro asked, wondering when and how she had done such a thing.

Oneeni nodded, "yep, while you were asleep that one time. The magazines don't mention wanting to kiss girls and wanting to hold them and wanting to look good for them and wanting to go on dates with them, so I was wondering if I had been mistaken about you being a girl in the first place, after all, despite your very cute and feminine face and body you have a negligible chest and many people do mistake you for a male when you are in your armor. So I checked, and you are indeed a girl."

Should... should we be offended? Shiro asked, not entirely sure anymore. But it did not seem as if Kuro had listened to that part, "So... you want to go on a date with me?"

"Of course," Oneeni signed excitedly, "It took me by surprise because I'm not ready but a date sounds so wonderful. I've read all about them and they seem so nice, but of course I've never been able to go until now since we weren't allowed out. I went on some mock dates with the others but it was restricted to what we could do inside and in a very small amount of space. Bu a date with you means I have to get all sorts of things ready, pick out an appropriate outfit, do my hair, put on makeup..." she looked at the magazine, "if going out with someone you hope to establish a long-term relationship with, sex should be saved for the third date at least to ensure that he respects you and shares your desire for a long-term relationship. If this is not the case underwear should be chosen carefully to maximize attraction."

"Sex..." Shiro and Kuro said simultaneously at the word. Their minds exploded at all the imagery that summoned up, allowing the clone to see, for the first time ever, a blush upon Kuro's face.

Oneeni nodded, "Most of the magazines aimed towards women paint sex as one of the big points of a date. The ones aimed at teenagers seem to supplicate that with kisses and hand-holding but we kiss all the time so I didn't think that would apply."

No response for a while, then the other girl seemed to snap out of her reverie and say, "No... despite it being for her sake Shiro is already opposed to the idea. Sex would be... it wouldn't work. Shiro's first time is not mine to give. Kissing and holding hands is fine."

The clone nodded without a fuss and signed, "i still need to get ready though."

"No. You... you look fine, great. I'll give you a bit of time to do your makeup but don't take too long ok? As it is we won't have the option to do much for our date given how much of the city is bound to be closed."

Oneeni nodded and went back to the vanity as Kuro left the room.

I'm still not comfortable with this. It feels like I'm cheating on her... "You're not involved though. You're just a bystander, an observer. You aren't part of the date at all." Oh... I get it. So this has nothing to do with me at all. You just want an excuse to take her out on a date. Aww... Little Kuro's got herself a crush. "I am incapable of feeling love, I have told you that in the past. It is a feeling for the weak that leaves you vulnerable to injury." Love can hurt but that doesn't mean that that pain is unpleasant. Like Onee-sama's love whips. "Your masochism is the exception not the rule." You know you still have yet to actually deny that you love Oneeni. You've been speaking in circles but I haven't heard you say no yet. If you honestly love her then even if it is my body I won't stand in the way of your love, but you have to say you do. "I... I don't know... I have no experience with love other than what I feel for you, and that's different. That's close enough I suppose... enjoy your date. "I'll need you to use your ability to get us places if that's ok." That's fine, anything to help you along in your first romance.

Soon Oneeni exited the room with a smile at Kuro. Kuro told her that she would briefly switch to Shiro to get to their destination, one of Academy City's all day theatres in another district, and then would switch back. Oneeni agreed that it was rational though she was a bit on edge for the trip, waiting for it to be over so Kuro would return.

When they got to the movie theatre Oneeni got her wish as she and the younger girl pondered over which movie to go and see. Oneeni immediately discounted action and drama since neither were suggested for a good date. The suggested genre's had been horror, for that cliche of gripping the man's arm, and romantic comedy to both improve the mood and keep it upbeat while still focused on the purpose of the venture, which was to say romance.

Oneeni had read this all before but she had never actually gone out to watch a movie. She had watched some movies which her mentor showed her during one of his particularly social days. His favorite was putting on the Passion of the Christ and pointing out all the inaccuracies while laughing at the particularly brutal parts.

"How about that one?" Kuro asked pointing to a nature documentary on aquatic animals, "I can't stand the stupidity of most movie protagonists but documentaries don't have protagonists."

Oneeni looked at the poster. It seemed very cute and interesting but the magazines said nothing about documentaries. But... that was a stupid reason not to see a movie that was otherwise interesting. So she nodded and signed, "Who is the man?"

"Excuse me?"

"The man always pays but since neither of us is of the male gender which of us will assume that role?"

Kuro sighed and placed her hand on Oneeni's shoulder, "I'll pay but that doesn't mean that I'm the man. The gender roles that those stupid magazines present are not always true. Ok?"

Oneeni looked skeptical but nodded regardless and let Kuro pay as they settled down to watch the movie. The clone was instantly enthralled by the magnificent creatures that she saw. The marvelous colors of coral and tropical fish, the natural and fascinating glow of the bio-luminescent creatures of the deep, and the grace of the dolphins and sailfish. Kuro as well was fascinated by the amazing and varied abilities of animals like the octopus and the starfish. By the end both of them had much enjoyed their time. Oneeni signed about the movie excitedly. To which Kuro simply replied, "There is an aquarium nearby if you want to see some of those creatures in person." Oneeni's smile, a rare sight on the usually emotionless face, convinced Kuro that this was a good idea.

The aquarium was closed but a quick teleport from Shiro ensured that this wasn't a problem allowing them to leisurely tour the aquarium, hands intertwined, without issue. Surveillance wasn't exactly top notch in a building like this after all.

After that Kuro let Oneeni choose the next destination. Oneeni chose one of the churches that Academy City had. Though a devout christian she had never had the chance to go to any sort of religious building other than that church in the Vatican that she had visited while Kuro was talking to the Pope. Oneeni explained that even though Kuro was an atheist churches were still beautiful places to visit. Kuro disagreed but only internally and took her to the biggest church in the city where she gave a prayer and her gratitude to the heavens before leaving for the final part of their date.

The final part saw them settling down for a romantic picnic dinner atop one of the city's skyscrapers, looking out over the cityscape. The picnic came courtesy of Shiro who had discovered that food stored within the horns of Gabriel doesn't spoil and thus had prepared several meals in her free time if ever she didn't have time to make Misaka breakfast. She had also prepared 2 romantic picnics if ever they went on a surprise date without enough time to prepare beforehand. She was, however, more than happy to allow Kuro to have one if it meant encouraging emotions in her and letting her grow. That was what Shiro wanted more than anything for her oldest friend, for the ever rational and cold voice in her head to be happy, to have something to live for like Kuroko herself did.

Once they were done she packed everything up and lead Oneeni back home.

Oneeni's smile was now a constant to her face as she looked to Kuro. "Thank you," she signed simply before leaning down to kiss the other girl, "I had fun, more fun than I've ever had before." A tight embrace that she threw around Kuro's form prevented her from saying anything else, but Kuro understood.

"It was fun for me too... let's do it again sometime if we have the chance." Kuro said. Her face was as stiff and dead as ever but in her eyes was just a tiny spark of what might be called... happiness.

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とある情熱の果実

Toaru Jōnetsu no Kajitsu

A Certain Fruit of Passion

Important Note: It's been a long time since I've had one of these warnings but: This Fic is and will remain T rated. Some things (a lot of things in this chapter actually... it's kind of...yeah...) skirt the line but (I hope) they do not cross it.

During one warm summer day, shortly after her work at Judgment, Kuroko was dashing about the dorm cleaning up while Misaka was who knows where. As with all the household chores, this was her job and one she had taken without by any particular request or coercion. She fancied the chore to be a good way to show how good a housewife she would make one day when her Onee-sama and her were married.

It also allowed her to keep things hidden from her Onee-sama, such as the numerous things kept under her bed or in the back of the closet. It was one of these hidden things that Kuroko stumbled across as she was cleaning the former of those places.

She took it out and opened the insulated container meant to keep the cold locked in and looked at the small cylindrical can of liquid that was held within. The box had managed to keep the can cool despite being in there for what must have been a while. It looked like a simple can of passion fruit juice that you would get out of the machine. For a second Kuroko was confused what it was doing under her bed but then she remembered what it was. It was her "computer parts", the aphrodisiacs that she had ordered so long ago.

Nostalgia flavored with just a hint of guilt washed through Kuroko as she remembered those seemingly far off times when her Onee-sama was not yet her official girlfriend and the teleporter was extremely aggressive and desperate in her attempts to woo the older girl. It had been a step too far though and she was almost glad it backfired, though that had caused a few problems in and of itself. Still she had a far stronger constitution than her Onee-sama where anything other than alcohol was concerned so it hadn't affected her too badly or for too long. There were a few problems with the severe internal burning caused by the electrical shocks, but that was another matter.

She looked again at the can that she held in her hand. "I should probably destroy this... I hardly need it anymore. Rather at this point it would just feel so unrewarding if I only made love to her because of this..."

She was about to do this when her phone rang. She put the can down for a second and picked it up, "Moshi moshi," she answered.

"Moshi moshi," said Konori on the other end, "You forgot something back here, your bag. I was just locking up when I saw it. I called to make sure you know."

"Oh," Kuroko said as she looked around to see that her bag was not in its normal place, "ah, thank you. I'll pick it up right away."

"Do you want me to wait here till you get here or can you lock up," Konori asked.

"You can lock up if you want. Teleport remember..." Kuroko said as she pulled on her shoes.

"Oh yeah... hey Kuroko I'm really glad you're not a criminal you know that? You cause enough trouble as a cop, you could really give us hell and a half if you were on the other side of the law."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" she asked as she began to make her way to Judgment.

It was only a few seconds after this that Misaka came into the room, exhausted from the days exertions. "Stupid dog," she grumbled, "running of with my hard won Gekota figurine, making me chase it and getting it all slobbery..." She was hot, tired, and thirsty.

She looked around the dorm to see that Kuroko was nowhere in sight. Probably still at the office, Misaka figured. Then her eyes fell upon a can of juice that sat on the counter. She walked over to it and picked it up. It was still cold and closed.

She wondered if she should drink it, since it was probably Kuroko's, but she was too parched to be polite at the moment. The electro master opened the can and began to drink only to regret it immediately. The juice tasted horrible and she almost spat it out before swallowing it and putting the can back down.

She frowned and looked at the can and saw that it was no brand of juice she had heard of. She shook her head, annoyed that Kuroko had bought an off-brand that tasted that bad.

Suddenly her vision started to swim as her head felt light and woozy. She stumbled backwards onto her bed as an odd tingling sensation ran through her body. She began to feel hot in a different way than before. Her heart began to race without any apparent cause and sparks began to escape into the air from her head and fingers without her consent.

Kuroko suddenly reappeared in the room and teleported her bag and shoes to their rightful places before her gaze fell upon Misaka. "Onee-sama," she chimed happily, "you're back." Then she looked closer and saw the shallow breathing of the girl as she sat on her bed. She walked up to her, slightly concerned, "Onee-sama... is something wrong?" She asked.

Misaka looked up at her and suddenly all control of her body along with any presence of mind vanished as she grabbed Kuroko by the collar of her vest and dragged her down into a big, deep, passionate kiss.

Any outsider who looked in on the relationship between the two girls would probably place Kuroko as the more dominant of the two. In a sense they would be right, but in a sense they could not be more wrong. There was far more to it than what was plainly visible.

Kuroko's dominance hinged entirely on two things, one was her eagerness to be in the relationship in the first place. When a person was eager things which prevented Misaka from being able to move at Kuroko's pace, such as shame and perhaps common sense, were entirely forgotten. The second and more important thing was the fact that she had long since prepared herself for this relationship whereas Misaka was still warming up to it.

Her ability to plan wasn't anywhere near the level of someone like Aleister, but she had thought ahead and planned for almost any problems that could happen along the way.

Almost any...

There was one problem that Kuroko rarely factored in whenever she thought of herself and her relationship with Misaka, it was one result that she never planned for because to her the chances were always so astronomically unlikely that she never believed it could happen even after it had happened so many times already.

Kuroko never knew what to do when it was Misaka who was pursuing her.

No matter how many scoldings Misaka threw the teleporter's way, or how much violence the electro master used to deal with her, Kuroko would simply shrug it off and continue. Rejection was what she was used to, it was the only end she ever planned for.

It had been early on in their relationship, before her love was returned, that Kuroko had discovered that she was fighting a losing battle, more than that she was fighting a battle that couldn't hope to be won. Losing was an inevitability.

The reason she never gave up one her love and affection for the older girl was because she was playing to lose from the very beginning. She didn't know why but it was how it was.

Because of this whenever Misaka did return her affection, even small amounts of it, Kuroko completely froze up, not knowing what to do. She often charge ahead blindly and ended up self-destructing when the small show of love was interrupted by her attempt for a much deeper show which was very quickly rejected and things went back to normal.

When Misaka had kissed her that first time and they had become girlfriends she had started to factor in returned affection from her Onee-sama, but it would always have to be initiated by her. If it wasn't the most she could expect were minor displays of love, like a quick kiss or a surprise date. Big steps forward for the electro master but well within what Kuroko expected. However even those simple things often left her blushing and frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do.

When Kuroko wasn't prepared for what was going on all semblance of dominance instantly vanished. Completely unlike out in the field where she was calm and adaptable in the face of the unexpected, when Misaka was at all aggressive with her affections, when it was the younger girl who was being pursued by her Onee-sama, Kuroko lost all control over her body and her mind turned to a garbled mush.

As her Onee-sama's lips pressed against her own she instinctively kissed back but the rest of her had completely shut down. Despite being a renowned pervert she was rendered completely helpless from something as simple as a kiss.

Only one train of thought could manage its way through the blur of her mind as others shut down or collided with each other on the tracks, "why?". She briefly tasted something and her eyes shot towards the can of aphrodisiac on the counter. It had been moved several centimeters from where she had put it.

'She... she's drugged?' she thought, then, 'of course she is, otherwise she would never do anything like this. I can't do this, I can't take advantage of her like this,' she decided and attempted to summon the strength to speak or at least to teleport away to remove herself away from the temptation. However the next second Misaka doubled her efforts, cupping Kuroko's cheeks with an electrified hand, She was left speechless and paralyzed with the shock, in the most literal way possible, as her jaw muscles were forcibly relaxed. Misaka stood up and began to advance a couple of steps until Kuroko stumbled backwards onto her own bed.

They briefly separated from their kiss and the two caught their breath. But that hardly meant there was time to rest. Misaka's hands crept downwards until they caught the hem of Kuroko's vest and slowly wrenched it up over her head, off of her form. The electro master's eyes were filled with fire as a single coherent word escaped her mouth, "Kuroko."

The moment the vest was off of the teleporter Misaka's right hand again cupped her cheek and leaned down to continue the kiss as her left hand rested on the first button of the younger girl's shirt. She didn't have the presence of mind to be able to do something as complicated as unbuttoning so she simply moved her hand downward, feeling a bit of resistance as she reached each button before yanking downward to rip it off until the shirt lay open revealing the teleporter's well developed stomach muscles and not so well developed chest covered in a lacy purple bra. This bra was tugged down to reveal the small mounds underneath.

Kuroko's current mental state was summed up quite well by the word that she could be heard repeating over and over. "Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama," she whispered in a mantra as she gripped the bed tightly.

She knew she couldn't do anything or she would just be taking advantage of the older girl, but she couldn't do anything to resist. Her muscles were barely listening to her enough to keep from returning the aggressive affection with her own, the one thing she knew she could not do. She would eventually break down if this continued on for much longer. She decided to go for one last resort to ensure she wouldn't succumb to the temptation.

She held her hands over her head and summoned up a pair of handcuffs that would keep her restrained until this was over and she could use her ability again.

In the meantime Kuroko was "suffering" the hellish heaven of Misaka's rough touches as her hands grasped at the teleporter's bare skin and she assailed her neck with kisses which used a lot more teeth and tongue than her usual ones. The hot breath tickled the skin in a warning only a couple moments before the soft lips pressed down. The spots they left behind were left red, with most of them having barely visible tooth marks in them.

As this was happening the electro master hands were busy mapping the teleporter's skin with their touch, leaving trails of electricity that caused the muscles to tense and relax, robbing Kuroko's body of any illusion of control it had had before now.

Then Kuroko felt one of the hands begin to move downwards and grip onto the hem of her skirt and begin to pull it down as well. Once that piece of fabric was gone Misaka's attention moved to Kuroko's full, muscular thighs. Bending it up at the knee for easier access, the electro master's hands ran up and down the left leg as her lips brushed the thigh.

'So soft...' Misaka thought as her head began, slowly to clear up, allowing her to think again, if only barely at the moment, she could only process the feel of Kuroko's skin against her own, the sight of the girl beneath her, and and the scent of lilies that hung heavily in the air. In this state of no inhibitions she had no problem admiring Kuroko's more pleasant attributes. However there weren't many if she was honest. She was so childish that she just wasn't that sexy. Though she was appealing enough to cause Misaka's heart to race when she was like this it was always more of an elegant beauty than sex appeal. She was however soft and smooth and did have nice legs, so there were a few attractive features at least.

Kuroko was feeling a mixture of pure bliss and great fear. She knew that the Aphrodisiac wouldn't last forever and when it failed she would be a charred heap on the ground. Both for leaving the Aphrodisiac out in the first place (which would doubtlessly be seen as a direct attempt to drug Misaka again, an assumption that Kuroko wouldn't blame her for making seeing as she did have a history) and for allowing things to progress this far, despite it all having been her own doing.

Kuroko could stand the inevitable shocks as she always did. Given how serious this was and how embarrassed Misaka would probably be, this would be the worst she would have ever received, but she was also at her most durable at this moment due to Kuro's regeneration. As long as the shock didn't send her into Ventricular fibrillation, or make her already present atrial fibrillation get worse, or any other of the numerous deadly things which the lightning could cause, then she could recover.

It was not this that she feared though, it was the consequences for their relationship. Misaka would not see this as an accident, she would see this as a direct betrayal. She would see Kuroko as nothing but the pervert that she had always known she was. She might even break up with her...

Kuroko almost began to cry at that thought but held it in like she always did. She would just take whatever Misaka gave her and hope that the older girl would show her a little bit of mercy and keep being her girlfriend.

'What is going on here... what am I doing?' Misaka though as her fingers continued tracing lines up and down Kuroko's legs and her lips left hickeys on the teleporter's thighs. Though fast acting the effect of the aphrodisiac was also short lived. Misaka had only had a sip to begin with and so it had not taken her long to regain her presence of mind. However despite being able to think clearly now her body continued to move.

'I bet it was that drink, I bet it was drugged. Dammit Kuroko what the hell are you thinking just leaving it lying around. Let me guess, this is what you were hoping for huh? ' she thought bitterly as her electricity flowed more powerfully and she glanced up at Kuroko. However far from the look of triumph that she thought would be adorning the girl's face, she was surprised to see a look of complete submission. The little girl looked as much a victim of this as Misaka was. In fact she looked even less to blame since it was her who was being assaulted.

Misaka's face turned a beet red as she realized what it must look like. She started to panic a little bit, unsure what to do.

But it wasn't Misaka's fault... she didn't have control over her body. Even now she still didn't have control. After all if she did have control there is no way that she would be doing this right?

That's right... she didn't have control... whatever she did it was all Kuroko's fault

Her panic subsided as she watched her hands -which were definitely not under her control- move up the teleporter's chest once more, trailing more powerful electricity along with it, causing the muscles to react even more noticeably.

Now that Misaka had a blank check to do whatever she wanted without having any responsibility for it, she cashed it with a surprising degree of enthusiasm. Embarrassment was the biggest reason that she was always so hesitant to do anything, that and encouraging Kuroko was a very bad idea. But because the aphrodisiac was controlling her body she didn't need to feel embarrassed.

While the assault was noticeably less... aggressive than before (Kuroko was not stripped any further at least) it was far more daring than Misaka had ever been before as well.

After over a half of an hour of this the teleporter briefly pondered why the aphrodisiac was lasting so long. Her considerations were cut short by a brief touch in an especially sensitive area.

After another 15 minutes even someone of her endurance was becoming exhausted. After just a few minutes more, during a lull in activity, she simply slipped off into a fatigued sort of sleep.

Kuroko suddenly woke up. She looked down to see herself fully dressed and looked up to see her roommate at her desk, working away at homework.

"Onee-sama?" She asked in a questioning tone, unsure what had gone on.

"Finally awake are you," the electro master frowned, looking back at her with a slight blush, "what the hell kind of dream were you having? Such gross noises..." She shuddered.

Kuroko glanced over at the counter and saw that it was clear. No hint of what had gone on remained. And Misaka, who would be pretty angry with her if it had happened, seemed only to be a bit grossed out. Had it all been a dream after all?

"Not an unpleasant one but an unexpected one..." she said, "not sure if I'd want it again though."

Misaka turned back to her homework, trying to get her thundering heart under control once more.

'Again...' she thought, as her finger brushed the thermos hidden in her desk.

More to come...