Infinite Hells

Bluejack22 - I'm not sure if this'll be to your liking but I've had it sat around a while so I thought I'd post it. I've cleaned it up a bit so it's not such a mess but I'm not sure if it's enjoyable. Let me know, yeah?

UnkownSoul - As long as that tear was because you enjoyed it then I'm glad to hear that! If not then, well, sorry? Haha! I hope this chapter tugs the heart strings too, but as I stated in the AN last chapter all these stories tend to be written at ungodly hours so who knows how good they'll be.

Healthcare. Gov - I like your handle! Anyway, I'm glad you liked it. I tried to keep it as close to how I imagine Misaka's inner monologue would sound. Despite her intelligence I don't think she'd use needlessly complicated language unless she was deliberately rubbing her smarts in someone's face. Hopefully that came across, ya get me?

Chapter 2 - Seiri Fukiyose

Seiri Fukiyose had never been fond of Kamijou. She couldn't bring herself to hate him like everyone else though, such feelings just weren't in her. Now, anyway.

He was a terrible delinquent, always picking fights but while others rightfully despised him, she couldn't bring herself to, it was strange. She'd seen him attack that boy in the alley, seen a terrified girl run from it in floods of tears, but she just couldn't bring herself to hate him.

"Even if this world has turned against me" she'd heard him mutter that day "I won't stop reaching out my hand to help them. Even if it only brings me ridicule and scorn. I'll save them"

What made her lack of hatred all the odder was knowing that at one point, she definitely had. She'd seen how many people feared him, mostly weaker Espers and middle schoolers, and she'd heard of all the fights he started. She'd hated him the moment she put name to his face, then she'd heard him mutter, seen him attack that boy in the alley. He'd barely noticed her presence when he used his right-hand to gently push her aside. He just apologized and walked away, his shoulders broad an straight but his head hung.

It was like all that hatred just shattered, almost so literally she thought she'd actually heard it.

Kamijou vanished the next day, and in the wake of her turbulent thoughts and feelings she asked around.

She started with her friend Himegami, a girl that trembled in pure fear whenever she saw the spiky headed boy.

"What's so scary about him?" She'd asked. Despite her previous feelings for the boy, he'd never looked particularly strong and he was unequivocally a level 0. Why did he inspire such fear?

"There was a man. He wanted to use my Esper power to hurt others. K-Kamijou stopped him. That boys power, it's terrifying..."

Many other people's words were the same. Fukiyose didn't understand. He'd saved them, hadn't he? They never said it but their stories implied it! What should of been gratitude was fear, why? Sure, from the sounds of it the boy punched a whole lot of people in the face but... but he helped them didn't he?

So why did her mind still try to summon up hatred that her heart didn't feel? Why did she feel so compelled to alienate a boy who seemed to only take action to help. It made her head hurt, made her soul burn.

When he reappeared two weeks later looking more worn out than ever, she tried to follow him home. She wanted answers.

She never expected what she found. Somehow, some illogical way she found him on the floor of another alley, slumped against the wall. The growing pool of blood beneath him freezing her in place.

Her heart and mind furiously fought, one screaming at her to help and the other raging at her to just leave him to suffer. In the end she did neither, instead just watching as he looked sadly at the sky above him.

"You don't want to see this Fukiyose"

Her head snapped to his face, he spoke directly to her but paid no attention to anything but the Sky.

"Just go home"

She flinched. How badly she wanted to just that but her heart refused.

"W-why?"

He looked to her, his face smeared with blood from a cut on his forehead, his cheeks scruffier than usual with mud. His eyes were so filled with resignation, but there was a quiet determination in there too. Like even though he was clearly dying, he'd still keep going. He gave a small smile after searching her eyes carefully.

"You don't hate me, you don't fear me. She doesn't like that I guess. What's the point in turning the world against me if someone suddenly doesn't... This phase ended the moment you stopped... Probably wants my last sight to be the one person in the whole world who doesn't, thinks that'll make it break me. Seeing it's possible to change people but know I failed..."

Fukiyose swallowed, eyes flicking to his wound, the ever growing pool of blood while he was speaking. Mind going over whoever he was talking about, what the hell he was saying but more importantly why the hell wasn't she doing anything!?

"The truth is..."

He continued weakly eyes beginning to droop closed, a pitiful smile on his pale face. She trembled

"If you kill someone enough times..."

She felt tears spring to her eyes, her heart screeching how wrong this was, how utterly foreign his expression looked. She didn't truly pay much attention to his words, just how honest he sounded and how broken he looked.

"They just... They just"

Her knees collapsed, she caught herself on her hands, staining them red in the process but all she could see was the broken smile on the boy's face.

His last words were barely a whisper, spoken out with the very same breath that was his last. His eyes suddenly directed over her shoulder and blazing with a strenght that hadn't been their a moment ago, even as they dulled with his last breath.

"They just stop caring about their pain"

Fukiyose stayed frozen even as a scantily clad blonde walked up and kicked the boy's body. Even when the woman scoffed and spat at him, she couldn't find it in her to summon up anything for him. Her mind had silenced and her heart had crumbled, she felt nothing. She just stared into unseeing eyes and that broken expression.

"Stupid human. How many times has it been now? How often have you died like this?" The blonde asked the corpse, her tone complicated. Filled with emotions the empty shell that was Fukiyose couldn't comprehend.

"You've not broken, why haven't you? There's worse to come you know? I've been there, you know? Just give up... Just break already"

Fukiyose could almost call that tone begging, almost call it empathetic, understanding. Almost, but not quite.

Her world ended with a flash of white and a bellowing shout

"JUST BREAK ALREADY!"