Fictions Mentioned: A Certain Magical Index, SCP Foundation, DC Franchise


Episode 1 - An Intersected Meeting


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Multiverse: KK 2004 Multiverse

Universe: ACMI Universe-Prime


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Misaki Shokuhou, a short and slender girl who was still developing, was simply taking a stroll through what appeared to be an alleyway intersection.

She simply wanted to just get away from everything and needed a bit of fresh air. And so she decided to take a walk throughout the bustling streets of District 7.

She didn't even know what she was even thinking. Why on earth would she even bother walking around? Everywhere she looked, there was the city. No matter where she went off to, there was the city. No matter how many paces she intended to walk back and forth between the districts, there was always the city. And this city was an unknowable hell due to the fact that she was one of the few who knows what truly lies deep within this city of science.

That everyone is unknowingly treated like a lab rat. And Misaki Shokuhou had grown sick of all that.

Ever since she lost Dolly and the Exterior Project, and ever since encountering the original behind Dolly's DNA, she had never even felt the same. There were always those heavy thoughts deep within her mind, whispering "Do it. You know you want too. Just do it. End all of the suffering," like a broken record.

"I don't know if you call this my weariness ability or what, but I'm just sick of it all," she thought to herself.

Sick of memories.

Sick of relationships.

Sick of everything like that.

It was after all of her immediate problems had been dealt with that her heart fell into a decayed state much like an overly serious freshman growing depressed shortly after starting school. She was an esper who could control people's minds, so some might have found it strange for her to fall victim to this kind of thing, but she had not had many opportunities to use her powers on her own mind. And this opportunity was being contemplated on by the blonde girl.

Should I do it? That was the question in Shokuhou's thoughts. There was that temptation to simply use her remote from her purse and press a button, just one single button, clicking it, and then watch the magic happen. Relieve her of all of her sufferings, all of her misfortunes, all of her bagages.

I mean, why bother struggling. No one is going to save her. A knight in shining armor doesn't even exist in this world. There was just nothing more cruel than the absence of hope. And this city was sucking it out like a poisonous leech that would replace hope with blood, with not a trace worth of it's prey.

Survival of the fittest.

That was basically Academy City in a nutshell. Filled with the ignorant masses who came to enroll in numerous schools established by this city state, becoming unknowing prisoners of their own doing; potential subjects and lab rats for the use of gathering of live data, test results, and productible value for development; and these could even lead to cases of experimentations that would practically be condemed by the international community if they as much as find out about it. Not that they would of course considering the Dark Side has existed since the founding of this very city, and for more than half a century, it had already claimed many lives, many young people who were seemingly wiped away from any public record as if vanishing without a single trace.

"Really, what does it matter?"

That's right. What does it matter?

Why was she even struggling with this? It's not like she is going to go commit suicide. She just needed to clean herself, that's what. She needed to wipe away all of the guilt that she had accumulated for so very long. She needed to get rid of these unpleasant feelings. She didn't need any of it. She...

"Hey pretty girl, want a ride?"

By the time Shokuhou walked through another part of the alleyway, striding through the corner where an intersection road happens to located, when she eventually manage to hear what appeared to be a male voice, belonging to someone who was attending a university.

She could have just ignored this. Simply walked by and ignore what seemed to be happening. After all, why even bother saving one person in this city when the next day later, some other person would die in that person's place. A never ending cycle that never seems to go away no matter where one goes.

After all, Misaki Shokuhou couldn't even save Dolly. And as far as she knew, her journey into becoming the Level 5 that she was today may have brought a lot of unnecessary suffering that was not worth the price. Considered to be a little cynical when it comes to traits like altruism since the latter get's tagged as a nuiscance that is wiped from existence.

But then she noticed what appeared to be girl who appeared to be the same age as her, with long, wavy, chocolate-colored hair, apparently as fluffy as cotton candy, wearing the same Tokiwadai summer uniform as her. There appeared to be at least over fifteen to twenty young boys, seemingly at a university age judging by physical appearances, although they appeared to look thugish due to those loose shirts, pierced tatoos found in some of their body parts, some of them were even wearing pierced earings, and what all of them had in common was the fact that they appeared to be sporting pleased and, to her disgust, lecherous expressions on their faces. And this girl who appeared to be surrounded by them was rather understandably annoyed, feeling as if her day couldn't get any more retarded.

Thoughts of inner confliction were present in her mind. Maybe... Maybe just one time... It won't really hurt that much...

And as Shokuhou took noticed of this, she eventually manages to accidentally bump into someone because she wasn't looking at the right direction.

"Ooof!"

"Ooof!"

And as they stagger in dizziness, their bodies swaying to the motions, Shokuhou was trying to get herself together and look towards where she manages to bump into. And lo and behold it was...

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Both Shokuhou and this mysterious person... Actually scratch that, both Shokuhou and this old hag appear to recognize each other, with their right index fingers pointing towards each other, exclaiming.

"You!"

"Tck. What the hell are you doing here?," the old hag, known by many as Seria Kumokawa, sporting an annoyed as all hell expression due to seeing a rather familiar face. For she and Shokuhou had met before, many times in fact. But those types of stories would best be saved for later.

"Oh my, how rude, and here I thought that I wouldn't bump into your sorry excuse for a body today," Shokuhou backfired rhetorically in a lady-like fashion, looking at the physical appearance of Kumokawa with some type of disdain.

"My- What are you trying to say, you blonde bimbo?," Kumokawa narrowed her eyes that were sharpened in steel, with hands placed on her waist, taking offense to that rhetorical remark.

"Oh I don't know, let's start with the fact it wouldn't surprised me that your body is just advertisement in preparation for the next batch of freshmen that would come sometime next year, and I bet that these freshmen would really love to get stepped on just for the sake of getting noticed by you," Shokuhou rhetorically said, if a bit exagerated and half-lady like in demeanor and gesture.

"Oh you did not just go there?," Kumokawa exclaimed in anger, with a tick mark showing that Shokuhou might have hit a nerve.

"I think I just did," Shokuhou smirked rather triumphantly.

But before things seemingly escalated further...

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

"?!"

Both of the young women immediately turn their attention towards the sound of the girlish scream that came forth from the cotton candy haired girl that was being surrounded by the same thugs as one of them begin to grab the girl by the shirt and lifted her up and push her violently towards the side of what appeared to be a sports car, and one that was probably owned by the thug in question.

"What was that?! What did you say to me, bitch?!," the bald headed thug roared in anger.

"...!"

Shokuhou and Kumokawa sported narrowed expressions, taking a glance towards each other.

It would appear that their arguments would have to wait on hold until further notice. For now, they would need to deal with the ruffians first and foremost. Calling Anti-Skill or Judgment at this time would be a waste, mostly because of the fact that by the time they even attempted such, the thugs would eventually notice them and it was only a matter of time before they would begin to set their sight on them as well after dealing with the cotton cand haired girl.

These thugs were obviously from Skill-Out judging by their deliquent like behavior and traits.

Since they gave a subtle glance to each other, denoting understanding, just as Shokuhou was about to grab one of her remotes, suddenly...


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"Hey, leave her alone!"

She, Kumokawa, and everyone else would begin to take notice of someone who had just shouted at the bald-headed thug. This someone was standing just a few meters away from the thugs, sporting an expression of controlled anger and a sharp pointed expression that seem to bring a chill towards most of everyone who was on this intersection.

"Haah? Who the fuck are you suppose to be?," the bald headed thug said, raising an eyebrow, letting the girl down on the ground in a disgraceful manner, landing on her bottom.

This person who appeared to be a spiky-haired middle school student, wearing what appeared to be a while shirt, light black pants, an orange t-shirt, and wears white shoes with red stripes as his footwear, and judging by the symbol on the side of the shoes, appeared to sport the logo of the American multinational corporation known as Nike, Inc..

"No one. Just someone who happens to be passing by and notices that what you're doing to the girl was out of line, and I'd figure that you owe her an apology," the person said, still sporting that sharp expression.

"...Pfftt...Pffftthahahahahahahahhaha!," the bald-headed thug appeared to laugh, with many of the thugs joining them. "Can you believe this guy, boys? Little punk thinks he's some kind of wannabe hero. Why don't we show this pussy who the top dog really is?"

Many of the thugs happen to agree baded on their eager expressions as they get ready to take combat stances, with some of the thugs appearing to draw their respective weapons such as knives and crowbars.

The spiky haired student narrowed his black orbs, looking at each of thug in an analytical manner. He then muttered. "I'm giving you all one last chance. Stand down and no one has to get hurt."

Unfortunately, the thugs won't take heed to the warning as one of the thugs begins to charge headfast with a crowbar raised to the right and was now about to strike near the spiky haired person's left side.

"You're the one who's going to get hurt. Eat shit, asshole," the thug said.

But then... Just as the crowbar was just about to hit the spiky haired person, he instantly dodges it and counters with an attack of his own, immediately dislodging the thug of his weapon as the crowbar would get sent to the floor, and between the seconds of when the crowbar would hit the floor, the thug was suddenly already being hurled towards the ground, crashing down as he suddenly got stuck into a choke maneuver by the arm, the spiky haired person managing to twist his body to the precise pace and performed said choke maneuver that managed to send the thug on the ground. And as the thug laid down on the ground and by the time the crowbar would make a clanking sound, the thug was already punched to the face rather violently by an elbow punch which sends the thug unconcious instantly.

Most of the thugs who saw it couldn't help but sported sweatdropped expressions while the three young girls: Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, and the cotton haired girl unknown to all of them as Ayu Mitsuari were sporting expressions of shock and awe, with their jaws dropped to the point of speechlessness.

The spiky haired person just managed to perform a perfectly timed takedown in about what appeared to be more or less than three to five seconds tops, as the thug was knocked out instantly by the time the latter's weapon suddenly hit the ground.

Just...who was this person...? The three girls all thought.

The spiky haired person was in a crouch position, slowly rising up from the ground. Many of the thugs were shaking beneath their sweat, with their handling of their respective weapons seemingly becoming shaky and unfocused, from mere arrogance and stupidity to eventual pertirified expressions.

As the spiky haired person rose up from his position, he would suddenly perform a battle stance, breathing normally, with his right foot in front and his left foot in back, with his right hand swiping before eventually clenching his left hand, placing it nearby to the left side of his waist while slightly closing two of his fingers, with the other three fingers such as the index, ring, and thumb being open and slowly being raised to the front.

There was a tense silence. The thugs were barely able to make a move, hesistating on even attacking this spiky haired person.

And then, one of the thugs suddenly charge headfast, with a knife in hand, followed by two other thugs. But the spiky haired person anticipated this, dodging one knife strike before delivering a palm strike that sends the thug forward, crashing into the two other thugs as they ceremoniously backpedal towards the ground. Two other thugs would begin charge as they take advantage of the opening that their semi-fallen comrades had provided to them, aiming their crowbars directly to both sides of the spiky haired person, only for the later to dodge and bend the trajectory of the crowbars that managed to hit both opponents to the face, knocking them unconcious as they fell to the floor.

And at that point, many of the thugs would begin to charge at the spiky haired person, using offensive combat skills such as punches and kicks, along with their knives and crowbars in order to try to defeat their opponent. Said opponent was simply dodging every strike that was being hurled at him, employing the use of punches, elbow strikes, and palm strikes, denoting the Tiger Style, before eventually switching to other styles in swift fashion, more likened to a combination of the aformentioned Tiger Style, which is followed by the Crane Style, employing the use of high acrobatic kick maneuvers in order to deliver a precise blow against five of the thugs, which is followed by the Snake Style, employing the use of precise strikes to the nerve that knocked out two other thugs, which is followed by the Boxer Style, employing the use of uppercuts, jabs, straights, and hooks that knocks out many of the thugs.

Try as though it might, it would appear that no manner how well the thugs were to focus their raw power on their respective punches, they could not even land a precise hit, and neither were their meelee weapons doing much to ease the fighting, only getting ceremoniously either knocked down to the floor or landing towards a nearby wall wherein the spiky haired person made use of to launch himself and deliver a roundhouse kick that sends the rest of the thugs flying towards the floor, not getting back up either due to the intensity of the pain or being driven to the point of unconciousness.

In all that time, the bald headed thug could only tremble and sweat in dread and concern, wondering in his inner thought. "Who... Who the hell is this guy?"

The bald headed thug couldn't believe it. Here were his friends getting tackled and sent to various directions through nothing but the use of martial arts instead of esper powers, intiating approriate takedowns that speak of a brutal, harsh, and disciplined set of training and experience that this person had undergone.

He didn't know what to do except to slowly back away and wait as he sees his friends getting taken down by no more than a few seconds or so.

The three girls: Misaki Shokuhou, Ayu Mitsuari, and Seria Kumokawa were still sporting expressions of shock and awe as they see the spiky haired person deliver the precise takedowns that already managed to take down more than half of the thugs already, whose unconcious bodies were seen lying on the floor in multiple directions. And they saw the five remaining thugs try their best to injure him with either their knives and crowbars, only for their weapons to be dislodged from their person as the spiky haired person initiated swift and flowing movements likened to that of bending the fluidity of water, one that reminded Kumokawa of the elegant movements of Tai chi, which were then followed by Tiger Style Kung Fu, employing the use of a combo of punches, elbow strikes, and palm strikes that knocks the thugs forward towards the nearby walls, crashing towards said walls and landing to the floor, sporting expressions of grimace before finally succumbing to unconciousness.

Then there was one other thug that the girls would see, the last one before the bald headed thug who was simply content with observing for now, as the thug would charge headfast without thinking, raising his fist in order to deliver a straight punch. But the spiky haired person would instantly notice, sidestepping before eventually performing a chop attack to the neck that sends the thug unconcious as he crashes to the floor.

And at that point, the spiky haired person would turn towards the last thug standing, who was apparently shaking in dread as he eventually begins to say. "S-Screw this, I'm outta here," but just as the thug begins to turn tail and run, the spiky haired person would begin to quickly grab something from his pocket, grabbing what appeared to be a futuristic handgun like device called a grapnel gun, using the stun setting to fire a blue ring effect that manages to make contact with the fleeing thug, and as the blue ring effect made contact, the thug's physical appearance briefly turned into a sharp blue color as charged particles overloaded his nervous system, sending the thug's biosigns wild. In less than a second, the thug's nervous system would return to baseline as the electrical impulses forced the organism to mentally and physically reset due to the shock to their system, likened to a similar process that was used by medical anesthetics. Eventually, the thug was incapacitated as he slide to the floor, landing at his front.

And that was it. It was over. All of the thugs were seemingly incapacitated.

The three girls: Misaki Shokuhou, Ayu Mitsuari, and Seria Kumokawa were still sporting expressions of shock and awe, slowly looking back and forth at the pile of unconcious bodies that were lying around the floor, with all of their eyes landing on the spiky haired person who stood tall, emulating a seemingly cool and professional vibe and persona despite his physical appearance as a middle school student.

And while looking at all of the unconcious bodies, Kumokawa would begin to recall something from her mind.

Apparently, there appeared to be rumors surrounding a boy that was wandering throughout various parts of District 7 and other districts, seemingly causing trouble. This lead her to try to investigate and find out for herself if that was the case. Consider her curious as these rumors seem to be centered on many random takedowns relating to various Skill-Out groups who have been harrasing espers lately, and said takedowns would seemingly happen right just before either Judgment or Anti-Skill getting involved. And as she recalled this, she couldn't help but compare these rumors to the boy that was standing before them. And truth be told, this was not quite what she expected to find.

This spiky haired boy doesn't seem to be all that much in terms of appearance. Actually pretty plain looking, quite an ordinary middle school student, with a few traits that might hint on possible delinquency, probably somewhere in his third and final year. Overall, he wasn't anyone special.

And yet, what had happened in this intersection appeared to say otherwise.

The spiky haired person would eventually put his grapnel gun back to his pocket, eventually grabbing an advance looking cellphone in it's place. But this type of cellphone wasn't something that the three girls would recognize. The three girls would see the spiky haired person press a few buttons typing "101" before the cellphone decided to vibration tone. The cellphone was now being raised towards the right side of the ear as the spiky haired person, sporting a serious expression, awaits the transmitted call.

Someone from the other side managed to pick up a call.

"Hey boss, what's up?," Agent Shiage Hamazura, MIB Division Agent of the SCP Foundation, was heard from the line.

"Hamazura, I'm gonna need you to call Anti-Skill and send them to the coordinates that I would specify from my phone. I recently just managed to stop a couple of Skill-Out members from harrassing a Tokiwadai Middle School Student. All of the members are currently unconcious for the moment in case you were wondering," the spiky haired person said.

"Alright boss, I'll call in some of the guys and tell them of your request. Better to get out of there though since I'd figure that you don't want anyone to notice you there. You know how it is, following protocol and all," Agent Hamazura suggested.

"Right, thanks a lot man," the spiky haired person nodded.

"Anytime," Agent Hamazura said.

And with that, the call ended, with the spiky haired person transmiting the coordinates from his phone for Agent Hamazura to make use of when eventually sending the proper authorities to the intersection. And by proper, it would mean that some undercovered MIB agents among them would help in dealing with the incapacitated thugs.

After putting the cellphone away, he would begin to take notice of the three girls who were still staring at him.

He took notice of Misaki Shokuhou who was simply standing still, still sporting her shock and awe expression, with the stars in her eyes seemingly complimenting the reaction due to the martial arts feats that he had just done most recently against the Skill-Out thugs.

"Those are quite the strange eyes," the spiky haired person thought, taking note of the rather unsual feature.

He took notice of Seria Kumokawa who was sporting an intrigued expression on her face.

And finally, he took notice of Ayu Mitsuari, the girl that was being harassed not a while ago, still lying on the floor sitting on her rear, still spoting that shock and awe expression due to the martial arts feats that he had just done most recently against the Skill-Out thugs.

He begins to immediately walk towards her, the latter taking notice as she became attentive, and by the time he reaches her, he was crouching in order to offer his lefthand towards her.

"Are you alright?," the spiky haired person asked, flashing a kind smile, raising his left hand in order for her to grab it.

Mitsuari would slowly nod, before lightly blushing due to the smile and kind tone that she heard from the spiky haired person, grabbing the left hand which would slowly and gently raise her up from the ground.

"...Arigatou (Thank you)," Mitsuari muttered, still lightly blushing.

The spiky haired person seemed satisfied as he nodded with a smile. "That's good."

But then, he heard the sound of clapping the seem to have come from one Seria Kumokawa who was sporting a rather pleased and excited expression, walking towards him.

"Well done, hero. I must admit that it's been quite a while since I've seen something this exciting. Now then, I don't suppose that you could tell me as to who you are considering that you've been quite the troublemaker if it were to reach my ears of all places," Kumokawa said, sporting a smile and an intrigued expression, with one hand place to the right side of her waist.

The spiky haired person would sport a pondering expression for a moment, taking notice of Kumokawa, and eventually Shokuhou who was sporting an intrigued expression.

"Kamijou Touma," he introduced himself.

"Oh! Aren't you Tsukuyomi Komoe-sensei's student?," Kumokawa asked, sporting a surprised expression.

"That's right," Kamijou nodded, taking note of the question. "I'm guessing that you're her student as well."

"Kamijou Touma," thought both Shokuhou and Mitsuari, looking straight at the spiky haired boy that formally introduced himself.

"That's right," Kumokawa nodded. "First year student of a certain high school where Komoe-sensei also teaches aside from the connected middle school and elementary branch. She seems to talk about you a lot every now and then you know, especially considering that you have quite the average grades last I checked."

"Well I tend to try to do better," Kamijou said honestly.

"Oh I have no doubt," Kumokawa smiled. "In any case, even though she talks about you, I could never really get a face so this is actually the first time I actually got to see you face to face. And I must admit, you're not quite what I expected, rushing in and managing to take care of these thugs. Those are some pretty slick moves you've got going there," Kumokawa said.

"I had a great teacher," Kamijou simply said, recalling a 'bat' by any other name.

"I'm sure you had," Kumokawa said, sporting a smile that is accompanied with an intrigue eyebrow, taking an educated guess that he wasn't refering to Komoe. "Color me curious, boy."

For an official meeting has occured that was much earlier than intended. A simple random encounter of three women from a certain intersection who shouldn't have even met yet. For one plus two equals three, gaining a certain traction throughout the rubber string of time which is composed of the past, present, and future. An equal and opposite reaction which vibrates further into the future.

Little did these three women realized that they will be targeted for their importance to the timeline. And it would be up to Touma Kamijou and his allies to deal with the ones who would target them.


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Tomorrow Never Dies · Sheryl Crow


New Characters:

Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe

Misaki Shokuhou - VA: Azumi Asakura

Ayu Mitsuari - VA: Yumiri Hanamori

Seria Kumokawa - VA: Yukiyo Fujii

Agent Shiage Hamazura - VA: Satoshi Hino