When Accelerator thinks of Mikoto Misaka, it's usually as the third-rate girl whose DNA is used as the clone's template for the Level 6 Shift Project and spent her days gushing about that Gekota. So, when she claws frantically at his white and black shirt, her small, dainty fingers are more effective against his buttons than he would have expected.

He lets her do whatever she wants to him, and now he is pinned against the wall as she destroys his shirt.

"You killed them… you killed them…" she sobs. She's anything but her put-together self right now, her face flushed and hair mussed. If possible, Accelerator hates himself for thinking she's even more beautiful like this. He tries to cup her face in his hands, but her movements are too manic for him to keep hold of her.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, and he wishes it were entirely true, instead of only half. Even if his sorry is sincere enough, will the dead will come back alive?

She sees through his lies. She always has. "No, you aren't," she pants into his face as she unbuckles his belt. "Because if they were still alive, we wouldn't do this."

He thinks of that day, that one fateful minute with her at the door to the inside of the freighter. That one minute had created and destroyed so much. Destroyed the life of a friend, and created this new, desperate Sun who is now free to torture him like this.

He doesn't deserve to touch her, but he does anyway, hands sliding nervously up and down her side. It's shocking how someone so small can possess so much strength. It's strange how he's fine unhooking her bra, but he feels the need to wait for her to kiss him. She teases him, knowing how deeply Jack is in her power and how much he wants it. She drifts her nose along his cheek, along his neck. She exhales hotly against him and tickles his face with her hair, all while she's stroking him. The cups of her bra move up as she moves her body against him, and the hard nipples of her breasts press into his bare chest. He moves his head, trying to place his lips in the path of hers, but she always evades him. It's her way of torture.


It isn't long before she feels the familiar heat welling from him. She's so close but feels as though she'll die if he comes before she could kiss him.


"Get off, Third-rate," he says, hoping she'll be smart enough to get off him before it's too late. His breath comes in heaves and he knows there are only seconds left.

"Go to hell, killer," she says, just as he comes inside her womb. She finally get off him. Her hand on her stomach, she says,

"I wonder, will you kill this one like how you kill them all?"