Stiyl Magnus

"Ugh. Back here again, huh." Speaking in a tired tone was a wandering male that was rather tall and sported bright red hair. Excluding his height, the most interesting about him wasn't just his priest robes, but the barcode tattoo on his surprisingly young face. Who is this, why it's none other than Stiyl Magnus.

A formidable magician that works directly and affiliated with the Church of Necessary Evil or Necessarius for short. A secret international security maintenance organization created to counter magicians. Whose main purpose is to neutralize and destroy magic in England, and to investigate, arrest, and punish magicians.

The leader of this being one Laura Stuart.

The same one who sent Stiyl to Academy City to ask for aid on a certain young man with his right fist.

Granted the look on Stiyl's face one can see that he is far from pleased being here. If anything it would seem he rather be elsewhere instead.

'But orders are orders….Still, you'd think the Archbishop would send Kanzaki instead.' Stiyl is a professional at heart. He took things seriously and made sure to keep his work life out of his personal life. Always keeping himself calm.

Still despite all that the young magician had displeasure's in life. One being talking to others, mainly the same boy he's been told to ask for assistance. Honestly, did the Archbishop really need his help that much?

Stiyl won't deny that the boys right hand is powerful, but it wasn't that impressive.

A power that can negate the supernatural, of both esper, magic, and possibly more if the conditions were right. In the side of science and magic, it is a devastating thing. Deep down though Stiyl knew though it isn't as strong as one would think. Only believing it was all powerful because people who met Touma were surprised when they first saw it. Making them sloppy and beatable. He should know this since he was one of those people before.

Yet now that he's had time to adjust, Stiyl could see the weakness of that right hand. Mainly that it could only stop the supernatural and nothing else. Take the boy in a battle that had no supernatural, he may as well be dead wait.

'Still….he has accomplished much even without it.' Mainly fighting foes while not using it completely. WW3 rung a small bell. Not to mention when the boy battled enemies who knew about Imagine Breaker and still one. Loathed as Stiyl hated to say, but in the end the boy's capabilities were worthy of respect.

Not that he had to like him in the end.

'Now where is that idiot?' Currently Stiyl was waiting in front of the boy's school so he can meet him when he came out. Sending him a quick text he was here. For some reason however school had ended but the boy known as Kamijou Touma was nowhere in sight. All he got was a bunch of brats staring at him. A few whispers that he was nothing more than a cosplayer.

How irritating.

"I swear if he left me…" Stiyl growled clenching his fist. Thinking of ways to torture the boy who's making him wait. Becoming nothing more but gossip talk among the students of a….A Certain High School?

Well, whatever the name is Stiyl decided to just wait somewhere else, spotting a nice bench away. Taking out a small box full of cigars, the young magician then went towards it placing that fulfilling cigar onto his mouth. Quickly lighting it up to get the taste.

'I'll give Academy City this, they know how to make it well.' Stiyl referring to the decent line-up of cigarettes they sold here. The only complaint he had being the trouble of getting once. Since technically he is actually old enough to buy one, let aside smoke one.

In any case the Necessarius agent just sat down blowing away smoke, looking above the clouds. His mind wandered a bit as he smoked, not really thinking of much. People still talked about him but he ignored them, tuning them out.

As he just relaxed his eyes wandered lazily to the school waiting for the idiot to come out. This mission wasn't exactly high priority but shouldn't be put off for two long. As he waited the magician's mind then wandered to an old thought, leading to a question.

'I wonder how Index is doing?' Before the magician could ponder further about his old friend, his red eyes then spotted a familiar face. Growling he though, 'There he is.'

Standing up he then made way to his so-called partner. Annoyed he didn't even message him he was out of class. He would get it now.

Pushing aside people Stiyl ignored their complaints until finally he found the boy then grabbed his shoulder pulling him aside to face him. Then said out loud, "Well it's about time you-huh?"

Only to find his partner to be a bit taller, more well dressed, older, and a mature air around him. Which then led to a simple question. Who the heck was this?

"Let him go!" He couldn't ask as suddenly a fist slammed into his face.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Sara, apologize as well!" Sitting on the bench was Stiyl Magnus looking none happy. Though this time it wasn't just because of being stuck in this city of science, also because of the big notable swollen cheek that had turned a shade of purple. The girl was much stronger than she looked.

"I-I-I'm so-sorry." The girl known as Sara said looking rather bashful with red cheeks. Having not expected this to go down at all.

Prior after the punch, Touya had recognized the man and stopped Sara from doing more bodily harm. A good thing that Stiyl was grateful for considering how his body is much weaker than the average person. The cigirattes weren't to blame-entirely anyway.

"It's quite alright," Not really since he had been punched. However Stiyl knew it was his mistake. He hadn't expected this man to look like Kamijou...Kamijou huh. "Mind me for asking, but, are you related to one Touma Kamijou?"

"You know my son?" The older man replied a bit surprised. It appears Stiyl's guess was dead-on. That explained quite a bit actually. Children do sometimes resemble their parents, and this man definitely had the near same face, if not a bit older.

'And yet,' A quick glance at the girl. Who just happened to be holding onto the sleeve of the man's suit. 'Age doesn't seem to affect-what was it that backstabber called it?-Kami effect?'

"In any case I apologize for grabbing onto you like that. I mistook you for your son."

"No problem. Though how do you know my son?" Hmm. It wasn't really a hard question. However Stiyl would have to answer it in a way that didn't reveal his and Touma's relationship. Doubting the father would handle it well he took his only child on threatening missions. Before he could say anything, the girl Sara spoke up.

"Um, Mr. Kamijou,"

"Please Sara. You can call me Touya." He remarked to his companion.

"R-right..Touya." Yep. The blush on the cheeks showed this Kami-effect is active even with elderly age. Best Stiyl kept that to himself. "I was actually wondering, how did you know this man."

Her eyes held suspicion, Stiyl couldn't blame her. He did try attacking Touya after all. Ignoring the small glare, Stiyl was also interested in how Touya knew him. The father showed familiarity to him, yet Stiyl held no memories of meeting this man. Not properly anyway.

"Oh. That's easy. I remember him from the beach I went to with my family. Kanzaki was your name." Huh?

"Kanzaki?" The teen girl narrowed her eyes at Stiyl. "Isn't that a girls name?"

"More or less." Touya continued. "We got along decently, though he did attack us when my son and I saw him in the bath. What was all that about?"

Yes, what was all that about? Stiyl had no clue why Kamijou's father is calling him Kanzaki at all. Clearly something was up and he would have to ask either Touma or Kanzaki for the answer later. For now though he would just pretend he knew.

"I was...nervous….." A pathetic excuse but passable enough. The father seemed to have bought it at least. The girl, not as much. Then again he didn't need her approval, just the fathers.

"Fair enough." Touya said not thinking Stiyl's excuse was a lie. "If anything, you acted more formal compared to my son Touma. Boy was he antsy that day."

"Antsy how?' Sara asked.

"Well, he kept talking weirdly about the occult." The occult. Stiyl would have to reprimand Touma about telling people of the magic side, even if it was with family. Such secrets shouldn't be released."

"There was also the fact how he couldn't recognize his own cousin and mother. Even became outraged with his moms swimsuit." Touya then took out a phone and clicked at it. Then showing them an image of his wife in what the two dared called a swimsuit.

"M-my!" Sara blushed turning red. Never having seen such a daring swimsuit before, especially on such a fine woman. It was saddening Touya was….married...but man did he land a good hit. Even Stiyl himself felt a small feeling in him...below as well. He quickly thought of Index and her pure nature, not wanting to go down this route. Be a he may act, in the end he is still a fourteen year old.

"Boy was Touma acting so weird." Touya continued on. "Especially when he kept assaulting his little friend Index." A snap was heard. Touya and Sara turned facing Stiyl with his cigarette bitten in half, then gazing upon Touya.

"I'm sorry...what did you say?"

"Um, that my son kept assaulting Index." Sara covered her mouth a little gasping.

"Why would he do such a thing." Sara horrified that her saviors own son would do such a thing. Stiyl lening in a bit closer, with his teeth gritting themselves.

"I have no idea." Touya confessed also confused during their stay. "He just didn't seem to want to be near her. Strangling her by the neck," Stiyl clenched his fist. "Burying her in the sand. Leaving her their for an hour in the hot sun." His hand inched to his rune cards. "Not to mention slammed the door on her. Leaving her moaning in pain for a long time."

Stiyl stood up, having a dark face on him. Having enough sense to turn away from the two so they wouldn't see the murderous expression he had. The aura around him suppressed to keep back his intentions to the boy.

It would seem he and Touma would need to 'talk' just a bit. At least to here what his excuses were. If they were decent, he'd kill him. If they weren't, he'd burn him alive with his ace magic Innocentius ever so slowly. He'd enjoy the screams coming from Index's 'guardian'.

"Are you okay?" Hearing Touya's voice snapped Stiyl out of the torture methods he will use on Touma. Speaking like nothing was wrong at all.

"I'm fine." He answered talking in a calm manner. Not like someone ready to massacre a child. "Just a bit shock a fine man like you would have a son who acts so violent." Touya just chuckled a bit.

"I admit my son isn't perfect. He probably just had bottled up emotions or something." Something being the effects of Angel Fall, which changed everybody's appearance during that beach day. Causing all but a specific few like Touya to switch appearances with someone else completely. In Index's case, Aogami. Not that anybody aside from a couple people actually knew.

To Touya and everybody else, all they saw was Touma hurting his friend in a abusive manner. Which is why it satisfied Touya and his wife he was getting along well with Index during that festival in the city.

Shame. If Stiyl knew this he might let Touma off.

"In any case I must be leaving mister Kamijou." Stiyl said dusting off his outfit.

"That's fine. Oh, but you never replied how you knew my son." Right, that. Best to give him a satisfying answer.

"I'm his...tutor. I try helping him with his esper courses." A total lie he pulled out of his butt. Yet once again Touya bought it, not once thinking it was a lie. Why would he, the man seemed nice when he met him at the beach.

"Well, I hope you teach my son a fine lesson. Tell him I said hi." Toya told the fine man shaking his hand with Stiyl doing the same.

"Oh don't worry Mr. Kamijou. I will teach him a 'lesson' he'll never forget." The magician replied with a kind smile. "And please. Call me Stiyl."

"In that case call me Touya. Here's my number if you ever have problems with my son. I know he can be a bit troublesome at times." Stiyl accepted the number and inserted on his contact list. With a wave of good-bye the three then parted ways. Touya unaware he had just left his son's fate to a man who loathed Touma.

"Well, that went fine." Touya told Sara who just shrugged.

"I guess." She didn't like the man. He had the same feeling as that girl, but different. Plus it felt like he had dark intentions to, just not at them. More focused on Touma. Not that Sara minded, because anybody who harms a girl deserved punishment. She was actually hoping Stiyl would give Touma a good one. Why couldn't Touma be as kind as his father.

"So, ready to continue the tour?" Touya asked with a smile.

"Of course." She answered back taking his hand and dragging him far from the school "I no just the place." So the pair went on to sightsee the city. Having a nice time watching a presentation of the powersuits.

Although for some reason they heard a voice yelling in great pain. Touya felt the scream was very familiar. Then he got a text from Touma for the first time in ages. Stating how he couldn't meet him because he ended up with an injury of sorts. Something about a nasty burn and he would be in the hospital for a while. Guess Touya will have to visit him when he had time tomorrow. Hope he was okay.

Now are good father will visit Touma. Though even though he doesn't have Imagine Breaker, bad luck can still happen to him. Touma isn't the only one with misfortune after all. And who will he meet next, not Touma.