Its funny how you can ruin your life so easily in just 5 days. Misaka thought bitterly as she turned and twisted on the hard alley floor trying to get comfortable enough so she could get some rest. But her thoughts would not let her rest. Thoughts of Kuroko, Uiharu and messy encounter she had with them played out again and again in her head. Thinking over how things could have played out differently.
She left the park thinking that she could quickly track down her kohai and put a stop to all this nonsense. But as she searched the surrounding area her worry slowly begun to increase. She then getting desperate, went back to Tokiwadai and their dorm hoping she just went home to rest, Only to find the same empty bed she'd been trying to avoid noticing for the past few days, finally out of options she hacked the hospital database to see if she'd been admitted back in, only to find no sign of her.
Her worry for her injured kohai at a fever pitch she had been aimlessly wandering for the past hour, her mind overcome with terrible ideas of what happened to her. Thinking any moment she might be seeing a news report about a red haired Tokiwadai's student's mangled body being found in a wall or ceiling as a result of a bad teleport. Or of finding her battered body in an alleyway, beaten to death by unsavoury elements of the city. Or even worse things that could happen to a young girl in a weakened state that she didn't even want to dwell upon again for even a single second.
Mikoto struggled to figure out who was to blame for all this. You. Obviously that little bitch Uiharu was a big part of it, she had no idea such a cute looking thing could be so underhanded, guess that's on her for judging people by looks. You. That idiot Kamijou too, his advice to stand her ground was useless and just caused even more trouble. Why did she even like him again? Who else? You. Well Kuroko s-she had some part in this. You. You. Its all your fault. Again again the voice in her repeated.
It was her voice, so she knew deep down it was right. "Fine fine maybe it was my fault!... a-at least partly." It didn't really solve anything anyway. Blaming herself or anyone else wouldn't get Kuroko back.
With a weary yet frustrated sigh she forced herself to get up, knowing sleep wouldn't be coming any time soon as long as Kuroko was still missing. Moving her tired body onward into the city to continue the search.
Kuroko Shirai had made a terrible error in Judgement. How could she not have seen it coming? The thin redhead panted and heaved as she teleported onto a rooftop, slouching in exhaustion as her feet gave way, sliding down the metal skin of the aircon.
In retrospect it was all so painfully obvious, the way she kept staring at her and blushing, how irritated she got whenever she mentioned Onee-sama. She thought Uiharu had just been doing some exceptional acting. Now it was all very clear to her. Her best friend was in love with her.
This was not something she had ever planned for, now her thoughts were in complete disarray caught between the two most important women in her life. She cared deeply about Uiharu even if she didn't always show it well, and she'd gotten an important reminder of just how kind, caring and supportive she'd been through this whole stupid ordeal.
But then Onee-sama was her first love, that fiery heroic young lady who lit her soul alight through the mere mention of her name. Someone who rigidly put up with her amorous attentions, surely a sign that she was just being tsundere with her all along. And she did seem more affectionate than usual in the park.
The worst part was she knew she couldn't keep both in her life, which would leave her with either a new prissy roomate at Tokiwadai she likely won't be able to stand or an extremely awkward work environment at the branch.
Kuroko's frayed mind stayed locked in this tug of war even as the afternoon sky began to slowly grow dim.
Misaka's body panted and heaved as she dragged the remaining conscious gang member to his feet, Gripping his collar with one hand while raising a fist crackling with electricity with the other. "For the last time where is Kuroko!?"
Bereft of sleep and any other options, Misaka continued her feverish search by falling back into her favourite pastime, getting into trouble. "And I keep telling ya I don't know who she is." The thug croaked out.
Mikoto scowled, her gut instinct telling her that he was lying, that his scummy friends had her tied and beaten somewhere. "Red hair, in twintails, in a uniform like mine. Talk or else"
"O-or else what?"
"Or we'll see how much voltage your nervous system can take before you fall unconscious." She said with a sadistic grin.
"S-screw you crazy bitch I told you I don't know who she is." The thugs voice now shrill high pitched and full of fear as he struggled against her tight grip.
"Then your of no use to me." She said with a scowl, lightning him up with an coat of electricity until he stopped moving
Maybe she should check Tokiwadai again, she surely had to have gotten back by now, it was starting to get late and she knew she didn't want to get on the dorm mistress's bad side.
Kuroko pulled out her small I shaped phone staring at it intently, she could at least call her, just to make sure she was okay, she thumbed through her contact list until she saw Uiharu's name thinking back to the park incident, breathing hard, slow and laboured as her body tensed. Hesitating a good minute before she scrolled down and hit Konori's caller id instead.
Konori-sempai would know how she is anyway, the older girl was practically a second mom to Uiharu so its not like she was chickening out of anything. This would just be... less awkward.
Her body tensed up as she waited for Konori to answer, finally relaxing once she heard her reassuringly voice. "Good evening Shirai-san how are your injuries?"
"They're fine, I feel a lot better now, thank you Konori-sempai." She really did feel a lot better hearing her voice, maybe she hadn't screwed up everything good in her life just yet.
"And you've been keeping warm right? Heard Uiharu has been helping a lot with that, is she with you by the way? She was supposed to report in today but she never showed." A slight increase of concern evident at the end of her response.
Kuroko's grip on the phone tightened. "...Ah no not right now she isn't. Have you tried calling her?"
"I have, she hasn't responded, its silly but I'm a little worried. She usually keeps hers on all day in case something Judgement related comes up. Can you please tell me when you see her?"
"S-sure, I gotta go." Kuroko stuttered hurriedly hanging up before Konori could get the truth out of her.
Uiharu was missing. Suddenly her chest felt tight, it felt so hard to breath, her phone clattered to the ground noisily as her legs lost stability. Throwing her onto her knees with a suppressed yelp.
Breath in stupid, and calm down! She took deep breaths and willed her body to relax, she was just being irrational, Uiharu probably just locked herself in her dorm with her phone off. That was the most logical outcome.
The tired teleporter wearily got on her feet and began making her way to Uiharu's dorm, certain that she'd find her there, but having no idea what to tell her.
Kuroko stared up at her partners front door, hesitantly knocking on it, opening her mouth to call out before deciding against it. Probably doesn't want to see me right now. No answer, thinking she just didn't hear, Kuroko knocked louder. Still nothing happened as the short redhead waited nervously for a good few minutes before running out of patience. "...Uiharu its me, l-look I'm sorry but I'm just so confused, and your making me really worried... If you don't open the door I'm teleporting in okay? 3 2 1."
With that she reappeared in Uiharu's dorm. Her nose wrinkling at the familiar smell of her rose like perfume. Just some silly off brand thing Uiharu claimed was close enough to the average Tokiwadai girl's scent.
She checked every nook and cranny of the dorm, her fears increasing with each empty room. The growing dread becomes too much to ignore upon the sight of an empty bedroom. Uiharu is gone and its all my fault. Kuroko full of anguish as she finally burst into tears, shame filled sobs wracking her tiny body.
It dawned on her just how unprepared she was for this as the full gravity of the situation bared down upon her, like a crushing black monolith, Uiharu had always been there for her and the idea of a possible life without her shook her to the core. All of it seemed so pointless now, her crush on Onee-sama, her Judgement work, her studies.
The thought of going into the branch and never seeing her easygoing self made her chest hurt, of meeting up with the others and only seeing Saten and Onee-sama made her feel sick.
This painful crushing feeling, of her world tearing itself apart, it struck her just how worse it was than when Onee-sama was going off on her own. Maybe... maybe I do love her, whatever good that does me now. Wishing desperately that she understood sooner, she crumpled to the floor, holding Uiharu's blanket.
She lay on the floor sobbing fitfully, "U-uiharu please come back I'm sorry!." As the sky outside began to darken.
Tokiwadai Middle School had an excellent security system, befitting of its stature as a home for some of the richest and most powerful heiress's in the world. Camera's in every blind spot, 24/7 surveillance, defence drones, laser grids at the entrance gates. A shame none of it meant much to a level 5 electromaster. Mikoto slipped back in with ease as she had done so a good dozen times before.
After scouring the city, hacking into a dozen surveillance systems and getting into a good number of fights she concluded that Kuroko may have gone home. She had no real basis for that except for a desperate yearning wish to see her silly kohai again.
Her wish wasn't granted, only being greeted by an empty cold dorm, bereft of the warmness of Kuroko's presence, her worry at her being out so late, her silly attempts to earn her affections or just the constant clicking of her keyboard as the hard-working student worked well into the night on some homework or Judgement case. She sank into her own bed trying to rest, but her thoughts were too restless, stuck on Uiharu, on Kamijou's and on Kuroko's words today.
No way I'm sleeping until I find her. Mikoto thought as she wearily climbed off of the bed and opened the window back up. Closing it behind her and using the balcony role to kick herself off to the roof.
Looking over at the campus she took a brief second to admire the view, able to see the whole of the school garden from up here. "If only I could see her too." She mumbled to herself.
"Enjoying the view Misaka-san?, Its always helped me relax" A haughty playful voice called out to her, She turned around to see Kongou Mitsuko perched a slat above her.
Misaka shrugged "Maybe under better circumstances it could." As good a friend as Kongou was, she did admit she could be... tiring to deal with sometimes and Misaka didn't really have the energy right now, feeling like she was practically running on fumes at this point.
"Hmm? Wasn't Shirai-san getting better? That's what I heard anyway." Kongou asked nonchalantly flipping her long silky hair as it swayed in the night breeze.
Misaka's breath hitched, she didn't know? Maybe she could still have a friend after all this was over. She just had to keep Kongou in the dark about what happened. But before she could spin another load of lies and half truth's, her own self critical mind got in the way. And how has that worked out for you lately.
...Now that she thought about it maybe that irritating voice in her head was right, when she tried to retrace her steps to find where everything between her and the others started to go wrong, it all went back to when she started to hide things from them, looking at the dates Kuroko probably turned to Uiharu's comfort after she had that night with Kamijou. Looking up at Kongou who still expected an answer Misaka swallowed her fears.
"I... I actually don't know where she is, I kind of well screwed up everything between us. Uiharu and her started dating, spending a lot of time together and I took it pretty hard, acted pretty awful to both of them. Now Uiharu hates me and Kuroko's gone missing and I just have no idea what to do." Misaka hung her head avoiding Kongou's gaze knowing this was the moment things might start getting back to normal or she'd be cast back to that miserable lonely experience of being a friendless level 5 that everyone was scared of. Waiting for the harsh backlash that was to come from Kongou she flinched when she began to speak, only to be surprised by what she actually said.
"...You know your not the only one who acted a little uncouth in such a situation. I may have done so myself." Misaka looked up to see Kongou hiding her blush with her fan.
"Wannai and Awatsuki began dating 2 months ago and I started to feel a bit excluded, neglected, I lashed out at them quite a bit."
Misaka allowed herself a faint glimmer of hope. "S-so what did you do?"
"I apologized and explained everything to them, I'm very lucky there such wonderful and understanding friends." Kongou explained as she hopped down to sit by the level 5.
Misaka's tense shoulders eased, that didn't sound so bad, and Kongou and the other girls got along fine last time she saw them, maybe there was hope after all. "Thank you Kongou-san, you've really put my mind at ease."
She got up and began putting together a plan in her head, looking over the school garden, she prepared to leap before Kongou called out to her.
"Your welcome, oh and Misaka-san, the forecast said there was a storm coming so bring your coat."
Saten hummed to herself as she cut the fresh vegetables, the steam from the boiling pot of water filling the air with its heat, warming the room up. Cooking came remarkably easy to her and it kept her mind off of other things like the recent mess with her friends.
Just then she heard someone frantically knocking on her door. She went over and began turning the doornob when she heard Misaka's voice, "Saten-san! Its me, have you seen-"
"Uiharu isn't here Misaka!" Saten shouted, no matter how much she wished she was.
Misaka bit back the reflexive spite that crept into her system whenever her name was mentioned. "Look Saten-san I'm just looking for Kuroko, I don't care about this stupid feud any more, I just want to know if she's safe." It struck Saten how unlike Misaka her voice sounded, Misaka was always so brave and fearless, yet here she sounded so scared, her voice coming out in sad little shaky tremors.
In spite of all her dislike for the trouble the girl had caused lately, Saten felt a bit of pity for her. Sighing she reluctantly unlocked the door and opened it. Misaka Mikoto was a mess to put it lightly, messy dirt streaked hair, stressed redshot eyes, she noticed the tomboy looked a little wilder than usual at the big altercation in the park but this was so much worse.
"I-i'm sorry for everything that's happened, can I come in?" Mikoto begged with her distraught eyes and voice, Saten finding it hard to deny her anything in her state agreed to let her in.
An awkward few minutes pass, the only sounds being made by the hum and hissing of kitchen appliances before Mikoto nervously speaks up. "D-do you hate me for what's happened?"
Saten sighs heavily. "No Misaka-san I don't hate you at all, ...I am very disappointed in you though. I really expected better from you."
Misaka hurt by her words swallows back an offended retort, knowing she's right. "That's... understandable, I'm really sorry for all the problems I've caused."
Saten smiles thankful that Misaka finally seemed to be acting properly. "Its okay, I know you can be awkward with this uh social kind of stuff, you know while I'm touched you still care, Shirai-san's likely been the one most hurt by your actions you know."
Misaka flinched, crossing her arms and rubbing her shoulders. "I know, I really wanna make things up to her, tell her how I feel and how I don't care about her and Uiharu's relationship, I j-just want to see her home safe." Sniffling and whimpering as she finally started to tear up,to worried about her precious kohai to stem her tears.
Saten through her arms forward and brought her into a big hug, satisfied she wasn't going to cause any more problems she finally told the truth. "Kuroko came over just a couple minutes ago, she seemed pretty depressed so I doubt she went too far."
The tomboy currently melting into the soft hug, sniffling as her tears fell down her face suddenly sprang back to life. Breaking from the hug and taking Saten's hands "Really? Thankyou thankyou thank you Saten! I have no idea how to repay you."
"Just... go and make sure she's okay, alright." Saten smiling softly at the look of excitement on her face. Misaka rushed off with a quick goodbye. Hopefully this is the start of things going back to normal.
She looked over back to her dinner, "Eeek! Its going to burn!" running over to try and fix it.
Kuroko huddled her legs close trying to keep warm in the cold alley. She had now run out of options, Saten had no idea where she was either which left her completely hopeless. I've betrayed Onee-sama and driven the sweetest person I know away, I really am the worst sort of person.
It was only now that she was without her did she realize how much Uiharu meant to her. How deeply she missed her kind smile, her caring nature, her dedication to the job, even her bad sides seemed not so bad now, how lazy or gluttonous she could act, or how catty she could be when she was irritated.
"Uiharu please please come back." She wished quietly desperately as she shivered in the cold icy night air. Though despite everything lingering thoughts of Onee-sama kept intruding, what was she supposed to do in this situation?
"Hey Kuroko, are you okay?" A familiar but shaky and hesitant voice asked. Kuroko looked up to see her Onee-sama, her usual youthful and in Kuroko's frank opinion beautiful face marred by tear stains and eye bags.
"O-onee-sama... I'm I don't know any more." Head sinking back into her thighs.
Misaka's stomach twisted at the sight. "...You know... I've been a pretty bad Onee-sama haven't I?"
"W-wha? No of course n-" Kuroko in disbelief as she stared up at her before Mikoto interrupted.
"No Kuroko, I've taken you for granted, I've treated you terribly, been selfish, possessive, and you deserve an explanation why." At Kuroko's lack of protest she continued after a deep breath. "Did you know your the first friend I've ever really had? I was always a little awkward when I was younger and once my powers were fully developed everybody was either too scared or too awestruck to treat me like a normal person." She clenched her fists finding it difficult to continue baring herself like this, wanting the ground to swallow up her scarlet faced self but continuing on for Kuroko's sake.
"But you did, originally anyway, you just saw me as a delinquent right? Hehe you were so serious back then, it was kinda cute actually." Smiling at the blush that appeared on Kuroko's face. "Anyway even after you ahem fell for me, you still didn't act like those obnoxious fangirls who acted like I could do no wrong. You criticized me, you admonished me when I stepped out of line and even if I acted like it was annoying I did appreciate it, that someone cared that much about me. Sometimes I worry about what would have happened to me if I never met you, the things I used to think..."
Grimacing she shook those thoughts away, she was getting side tracked. "Anyway sorry this isn't supposed to be a history lesson, its just when you and...her started dating I felt threatened, like if you weren't interested in me romantically any more you wouldn't care about me at all, that's why I was so angry so upset all the time. I lashed out at you when it wasn't your fault and I'm deeply sorry, i-if you don't wanna be friends any more I'll understand." She finished lip trembling at the thought.
Kuroko had stayed silent through all this knowing how hard it was for her to be so open about herself. As soon as she was sure she was done talking she got up to her feet. "Onee-sama, don't be ridiculous nothing you could do would ever make me stop loving you."
Misaka thinking she knew what was coming next intervened. "Wait stop, here's the thing." Knowing the next words might make or break their already fragile bond, her next words came out shaky and nervous. "I don't love you, a-at least not in that way, but I still care deeply for you as a best friend o-or even... a little sister." She had to be honest about this, Kuroko clearly seemed about to relapse back in the park just from a little affection on her part and as much as she initially didn't like it, she didn't want to ruin her best friend's first proper relationship.
To the small teleporter this cleared up the confusing mixture of feelings floating around her head and lifted a great pressure off her chest. "Thank you Onee-sama, I think all this time I just wanted the truth, there were times where thoughts of you were interfering with things I have to admit." There was no longer any need to decide now that Onee-sama had made the choice for her. A shame I have no idea where she is. The small redhead frowned, rubbing her cold arms for warmth as she shivered in the cold.
Unable to resist Misaka swept her into a crushing hug, Kuroko flinched clenching her eyes tight expecting a shock but as the seconds drew on she began to relax, curling her arms around Misaka's back. Feeling safe in her strong embrace, though she couldn't help but compare it to a certain somebody's warmer and softer hugs. "I know it doesn't mean much at this point, but you have my blessing about, you know the whole Uiharu thing." Misaka whispered into her ear.
The mention of her name reminded her of her current problem. "Uiharu's missing Onee-sama, d-do you know where she is?" She asked her face clenching tight with anguish, Misaka's own face becoming worried as she broke the hug and saw her troubled little kohai's expression.
"I don't sorry Kuroko,. Did you check the branch office?" Kuroko shook her head, "Her dorm?" Another shake. "Hmm Uiharu probably too smart to get caught by some thugs, well you know her best, is there somewhere that she might have gone beside those places? Maybe somewhere important to you two?"
Kuroko sifted through her memories of those nostalgic autumns and winters she spent with her companion and then she remembered it, that day, that site, she had to be there!
Her eyes lit up jumping in joy and grabbing Misaka's hands, "Thank you Onee-sama, I think I know where she is!"
Misaka smirked as she patted her kohai's red hair. "Well what are you waiting for dummy, go get your girl!" Feeling a strange sense of pride as Kuroko started to run off. Wait almost forgot something. She quickly took off her coat and threw it to her, "There's a storm coming so keep warm okay!"
Kuroko took it a grateful expression on her face, "Thank you Onee-sama!" Teleporting off leaving a proud big sister behind.
Onee-sama was right there was a storm coming, quite a fierce one at that. Rain and harsh winds battered the futuristic metropolis, most people were indoors since this was predicted days ago, Kuroko on the other hand was far too stubborn.
In retrospect she was quite thankful Onee-sama had given her this coat otherwise she would of just wound up contracting hypothermia again. She continued running and teleporting forward only occasionally pausing to wipe off the rain on her face. As she ran her memories of Uiharu pushed her forward.
Her legs hurt, that was the only thing Kuroko was capable of thinking of as she vainly tried to lift her feet, to take one more step.
It had only been a few days after her disastrous encounter with Awaki and she was already about to start her physical therapy, though there was a slight downside to Academy City's advanced medical tech. While the body could recover fast the mind could not, Kuroko was still left ashamed and angry at herself for getting into such a situation and making her onee-sama and everyone else worry.
Uiharu had taken it about as hard as her feeling she was partly at fault for her friend getting hurt, she had arrived at the hospital to help Kuroko regain partial use of her legs at Saten's insistence. "I know it hurts Shirai-san but you have to keep trying."
Having Uiharu here did help, she didn't want to look like a weakling In front of her, she took another step and felt her legs give way, falling closing her eyes, not wanting to see the hard hospital floor that was about to worsen her injuries, she didn't land on the floor however, she landed on something soft and warm, she opened her eyes to see Uiharu's worried face, "Are you okay Shirai-san? I caught you but maybe it still opened one of your wounds?"
Kuroko shook her head, nothing felt wrong at least besides her legs which already burned with exertion. "I feel fine, but maybe you shouldn't waste your time here." Gritting her teeth, hating how weak and pathetic she must look to Uiharu right now.
Uiharu shook her head, "I could never be wasting time, helping a hurt friend." She said with a determined look.
Kuroko refusing to look at her mumbled shamefully, "But I lost the fight. I let that awful woman get away, you must be embarrassed to have me as your partner."
Uiharu frowned, seeing her assumptions about her friend were correct. "While I admit I wish you called for back up, I could hardly be embarrassed, you stood up to someone who's powers outclassed your own, and she didn't even beat you fairly, she used a gun." Her gaze eyeing Shirai's bandaged midsection where the bullet wound still was. "I think your a really brave person. More so than I did before anyway."
Kuroko perked up a little, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips,"Well okay, if you say so, your a pretty smart girl so I'll assume your correct, could you help me up a bit? Then I can try again." Her faint smile now turned into a confident grin.
Uiharu frowned. "Are you sure? You don't have to push yourself if it hurts too much."
Kuroko nodded, as Uiharu gently lifted her up. "I'm very sure, I'm not letting that woman stop me from what I do best." As she took another step forward.
Her foot slammed into a puddle splashing water as she ran. Her wounds were no longer bad enough to keep her bedridden but that did still mean it hurt to push her body to move this fast, despite that the aching pain every time she pumped her legs thrusted her arms forward hardly mattered to her, not being with Uiharu, not knowing if she was okay hurt her far more.
Kuroko huddled on the toilet seat sobbing pitifully, tears staining her jacket, today was supposed to be her crowing moment, the day she was to become a real Judgement officer and they couldn't even make the effort!
"Shirai-san are you okay?" Was that Uiharu?
The girl stopped crying, staring at her with tear stained eyes blankly. Then her brows furrowed, "U-uiharu?... Get out! Get out! Don't look at me!"
"W-what's the matter? Should I get Konori-sempai?"
"What? No don't you dare t-tell her anything about this." Throwing the toilet roll at Uiharu's head which she dodged. Stupid little girl seeing her like this.
Uiharu sat beside her her tiny frame easily fitting on the lid. "Please tell me Shirai, I hate seeing you sad, its going to make me cry if you don't." Aiming her big puppy like eyes at her.
Kuroko quickly as always gave in. "F-fine, my parents didn't show up, even though they said they would." Useless people.
"Maybe they were just late?" Typical Uiharu always trying to see the best in people.
"I doubt it, they never exactly paid me much attention to begin with, just got other people to take care of me." She felt Uiharu pulling her into a hug, "Hey leggo."
Uiharu smiled innocently. "Hugs always make me feel better."
And though Kuroko grumbled and complained she didn't fight her way out of it even though she easily could because privately she agreed.
She could do anything for one of those hugs now, how stupid could be she to keep pushing her away all the time. She saw the gates up ahead, Just a little more. Ignoring her body's aches and pains she came to the front gate to the Judgement training centre.
"Have some of this if you like."
"I guess it really is impossible for someone like me. I'm Slow, but I thought if I joined Judgement I could change that part of me."
"Follow your convictions and take the actions you deem right. That's one of the tenets of Judgement."
She panted and heaved as she scanned the area where everything began. A slimmer of hope sparking within her as she noticed the gate was slightly ajar, then she looked into the courtyard. The security system had clearly been tampered with, camera's dead and unmoving, Security bots as still as the trash cans they resembled.
There was now no doubt in her mind, Uiharu Kazari was here.
She should really just leave, nobody wanted her, nobody needed her, nobody was looking for her. Those were the thoughts that were running through the mind of Uiharu Kazari weeping bitterly in the pouring rain.
The way Shirai lashed out, the way she looked at her, she must hate her now, feel disgusted that anyone that wasn't an all powerful beautiful level 5 that the gall to approach her.
All she really wanted was to love her, to be at her side but if Shirai didn't want that, maybe she should just quit everything and go home, it wasn't like she was cut out for Judgement work to begin with, she was just a scrawny unfit weakling.
She felt the cold freezing rain pelting her body stop shielded by a brown coat, her gaze drifted down to the labelling on it, Wait this is from Tokiwadai. She looked up and her heart began racing.
Kuroko looked down at her, a look of complete calm on her face, her posture relaxed despite the rain pelting her slim figure. "Your going to catch a cold like that you know?" She stated as she sat beside her. Sighing deeply.
"I've been confused for awhile, about my feelings, about what I want. In retrospect the dating idea was a stupid and horribly thought out plan, so many things could have gone wrong, and many things did, but the best part of it was getting to spend more time with you." She looked at her with such emotion that Uiharu shivered not from the rain but the mere intensity of her gaze.
"Over time I felt things change between us, back then I was confused and worried about Onee-sama so I tried to not think about it, but the more you supported me, kept me company, the harder it was to ignore. I'm truly grateful for how much you helped me by the way, not just with the hypothermia but all the times before. I'd probably have wound up dead without you by my side." Wordlessly she got up and took hold of Uiharu's hands bringing her to her feet too. Uiharu couldn't help but notice her hands were shaking.
"I love you Uiharu Kazari, and I want to support you like you support me, I want to be your strength and if your willing to forgive this stupid degenerate I'd adore to have you as a life partner as well as a Judgement one."
The storm started to clear up, but Uiharu barely noticed. "I-is this real...Kuroko?" Kuroko said nothing and kisses her, her lips aren't exactly tastier than any cakes like she imagined in her dreams, her lips are cold and wet from the rain, but Uiharu loves it regardless, She has difficulty breaking from it, both of them do, only breaking from it once their lungs start to scream for air. "Does that answer your question?" Kuroko asked trying to appear cool but unable to stop her shivering.
Uiharu looked away shyly blushing. "It might, we should go inside though, your looking a little cold."
Kuroko smirked. "I was out like this for awhile, and so were you, might need to spend the whole night warming up, you know there are some spare beds in the centre." Blushing and letting go of her hands when she realized she might have gone too far. "I-if you want to that is."
Uiharu smiled innocently. "I'd like that." Grabbing her arm and pulling her downstairs.
Author's Note: And there we have it! Finally an ending, sorry it took so long, but there was at least a positive in that I do feel like my writing evolved quite a bit for the better, hopefully you all feel the same. Anyway this was mainly just to put the idea in people's heads, and hopefully it'll lead to other people writing this ship eventually. Now it doesn't have to be a big romantic epic with them as the main characters (Although that would be very exciting to see!) but just as say the side couple in like a Kamikoto or Mikomisa or SateFren fic would be more than fine for me. Thank's for all your support.