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With this chappy's quick thing completed in its entirety, let's jump head-first into response time, shall we? Without further ado, here we GO!
Guest: regarding the status of "wouldn't've", would you believe that Word begs to disagree? Word 2016, that is. Word 2007 would agree wholeheartedly with you!
I thought I'd try something different with the 'character', or, more accurately, the blank, nonexistent slate that is Aihana Etsu. Since, in Strange Scenario, I'd already portrayed the character in one way, I'd decided to try another in this piece. In regards to a potential joining up with the fledgling Kamijou Faction, there's not a whole lot that I can say, unfortunately; spoilers are terrible.
Recommendation duly noted, friend; read on!
321jaz: guess whose back? Back again?
Dated reference is dated.
Indeed; Aogami Pierce's comparison, and, by extension, your own would hardly be incorrect!
With new questions, of course, answers often come as well. More often than not, however, with new answers comes many more questions, and, so on. Something of a cycle exists, in the realm of fiction, a perpetual session of question and response, in a manner of speaking. I ramble about the topic here because, truthfully, this is the first time I've deigned to think about it in depth.
You're hardly incorrect; their alliance is an alliance of conveniences, and of self-preservation. The potential of infighting is very real. Regarding the Saint mentioned passingly by Morfanaax and Kaori, keep your eyes peeled, and, as always, you'd do well to expect the unexpected, friend.
As the harem hijinks continue, so does my response; I hope to consistently gain subsequent stamps of approval!
whwsms: beep, beep, beep, caution, proverbial pressure cooker overheating!
Let's now take on an alternate format in order to address the events that caught your eye, hm?
Understandable indeed; with a window of opportunity, it'd seem that the Saint of the Far East is more than willing to exact revenge upon the Archbishop of Necessarius.
Eheheh. You'll just have to keep an eye out, and watch out, in order to learn more about that, friend.
That's a very good inquiry; likely, Queen Elizard of England is more than aware, at least to a degree, regarding the Sons of Taured, and the perpetual fracturing of the Magic Side's major establishments.
You might be surprised to know that Satoru-kun isn't an original creation that leaped straight out of my head and onto the virtual pages of a Word document. Satoru-kun originates from a Japanese urban legend (cue Saten Ruiko suddenly sniffing the air), one in which the aforementioned entity, Satoru-kun, can be called upon to answer any question the asker might have on their mind. Of course, it's not that easy…
"Cool big sis" mode… engaged? Can I really say that, yet? We haven't quite seen enough of Ava Stuart, have we? Regarding the introduction of this piece's alternate universe's rendition of Aihana Etsu, I think I can safely claim that she's far from the only one of her kind, not counting Tsuchimikado Motoharu, of course.
As if Academy City hasn't been through enough.
What can I say, aside from boldly claim that Daemoniac beings have feelings, too? At least, as you remarked, Morfanaax has good taste in human women.
It'd seem that even without the Imagine Breaker within him, Kamijou Touma's peculiar 'ability' persists, for better or worse.
Me? I have a feeling they'll come around, at least, to an extent. I suppose we'll just have to see where this trail of developmental crumbs leads us.
Even as some things change, through the ebb and flow of time, others stay the same, such as Kanzaki Kaori's ever-apparent admiration for Kamijou Touma.
I can only urge you to do one thing, should you wish to see just what sort of events are going to unfold next in the "Life and Times of Kamijou Touma and Kumokawa Seria"; read on!
P.S: I can safely confirm that a Certain Search After Truth's fifth chapter was an absolute blast to read through, even if it was one dealing with further narrative developments; that's never a bad thing. Events have come from somewhere, or else, you'll wind up figuratively pulling events and other narrative details straight from your proverbial anus!
As always, I think it's awesomely awesome that I'm able to continuously gain your stamps of APPROVAL! I hope to consistently do so through subsequent installments!
Guest00: Shokuhou Misaki, Mitsuari Ayu, a disturbance in the force… it's very well possible, hardly out of the realm of possibility. Given who's about to have some 'happy fun adventure times' with Kamijou Touma, it would make enough sense, wouldn't it?
kizrock94: Thanks, friend, for your review! Actually, the matter of what happened to Kamijou Touma prior to the narrative's events are discussed earlier in the narrative itself! While a prequel is hardly a bad idea, prequels as a means of storytelling and narrative weaving just aren't my thing.
infadinityfollower: thank you very much for your kind words, and for your repeated showing of support, friend! I hope that you're enjoying your reading of a Certain Broken Testament as much as I find enjoyment in penning it.
Anonymous: you're certainly not wrong, there. If Kaori is indeed cryptically referring to Tsuchimikado Motoharu, the individual whose very Magic Name can be translated into English as "Backstabbing Blade", she must either be greatly misinformed or, alternatively, speaking perhaps out of sentimentalism.
Munch.
Their lips connected, again, and again, and again. Their lips would occasionally part, only to quickly reconnect once more. Smacking together, repeatedly, Kumokawa Seria and Kamijou Touma tried their best to keep the amount of noise produced to an absolute minimum; gathering even minimal attention wasn't their goal.
Their goal was to enjoy their respective bodies during whatever time they had allocated to them.
Even if Kamijou Touma, her kohai was no longer human in the sense that most would comprehend 'humanity', to Seria, such hardly mattered. He was still her little kohai, and he always would be. He would always be her handsome little gentleman.
And it was for that reason she would take care of his sexual needs. Given that he'd let her into his life, given that she'd come to accept the elements she'd have to adjust to, there was nothing holding her back from finally doing so, after so long.
For this, Kumokawa Seria waited so very long.
They rolled, from one side and to the other, as if they were two great and grotesque beasts fighting against one another, akin to a sight straight out of a kaiju film, Kumokawa Seria and Kamijou Touma physically ravaged one another.
Seria had never been quite so physically pleased. As her kohai's grabbing, grasping hands found their way to her posterior, Seria bit back the desire to release a moan.
"Does that feel good? You like that?"
"I l-love it… here… I've an idea."
Swiftly, and with considerable haste, Kumokawa Seria fled the bed for a moment, only to locate and then flip the lock which was apparently on the door leading out from the cabin-room. It clicked into place, and, with the security it offered, soothing her higher mind's anxious thoughts, Seria returned to Kamijou Touma, who simply observed.
She began to tug on her kohai's legwear, before it pulled itself downwards, coming to rest around its owner's ankles.
Instantaneously, like a balloon pumped full of air, his 'utensil' grew exponentially in size. Watching on, a blush came to adorn Seria's cheeks.
There she was, in a room, alone, with Kamijou Touma, her precious and deeply adored kohai.
There was his selection of legwear, around his ankles.
There was his member, enormous and pulsating, throbbing as if it was physically inviting her to come closer, and there she was, clad in little more than nightwear, with only her undergarments beneath the flannel outfit.
Her confidence wavered for a moment, as Kumokawa Seria peered into Kamijou Touma's eyes. He tilted his head to one side and offered her a smile.
There was the issue of pain.
Seria looked away from her kohai and peered down at the area between her legs. Never before had anything remotely as large as Kamijou Touma's 'utensil' gone anywhere near that part of her body.
Not then. Kumokawa Seria simply wasn't ready. She produced a sigh, and, instead took the 'utensil' into her right hand, fingers wrapping delicately around its thick, pulsating shaft. She rose, leaning inwards as her nose connected with her kohai's own.
Soon, Seria's hand found itself moving upwards and downwards at a steady rate. The fleshy utensil produced soft noises as its foreskin was worked, noises which made lifeblood rush upwards and into Seria's face. Seria could almost feel smoke billowing out from her ears.
"Are you enjoying the handjob I'm providing you with, my little kohai? Is there anything, in particular, that you'd like me to do?"
"It's… fucking amazing. You beat me off better than I can beat myself off. That came out awkwardly, didn't it? You get the point though, right?"
"I do, Touma-kun… etiquette isn't needed here."
Seria's lips connected with those of her kohai. In went the tongue, and soon Kamijou Touma found himself nearly overwhelmed by reports of positive stimuli.
If only he could 'reward' his loving senpai for the affections she offered him.
"I want to cum all over my senpai's hand, so just let me cum! You piece of junk! Come on, just work! Do as I say! I control you, you don't control me, I'm the one who gives the orders here! Cum! Ejaculate! Expunge! Discharge! Release! Execute cum protocol! Execute ejaculation protocol! Emission! Execute emission protocol! Uh… Insemination? Execute insemination protocol!"
"HIGHMIND TERMINAL:/ FORCE PROTOCOL LAUNCH SUBROUTINE. "INSEMINATION" RECOGNIZED SYSTEMS PROTOCOL. LAUNCHING."
Splat.
"O-oh m-my! Oh my, my, my! Look at it all! A-ah! There's so much! You figured out to cum, my little kohai? Or the equivalent of doing so?"
Kamijou Touma had reached upwards and grabbed a pillow of Dark Matter to stuff over his face, as a roar of pleasure was ripped from the depths of his throat.
The true answer was, no. Though in reality, it was not semen at all but rather, machine-phase matter which had taken the color and physical properties of that bodily fluid, it was close enough to the real thing for both of their tastes.
Like water ejected from the head of a fountain, the machine-phase matter found its way all over Kumokawa Seria's hands, and, further, it had even managed to get itself all over her flannel top. More splattered the side of her face, and even more found is way into Seria's hair.
"Watch the face!… too late."
Despite Kamijou Touma's concerns, Kumokawa Seria seemed ecstatic; as it dripped she giggled aloud. Once more, she continued to work the utensil up and down, even if she'd been physically defiled. It mattered not anyways; soon, the machine-phase matter was pulled back to its main mass, where it vanished from sight as the 'semen' became part of Touma's long-sleeved shirt.
"Do you think you can ejaculate again, Touma-kun?"
"P-probably… just let me try the same command I tried before. We'll see if it works again."
"Take your time~."
While Seria continued to 'stimulate' Touma's manhood, he performed the same series of internal commands he'd performed in the first place, using the keyword 'insemination'.
Once more, Kumokawa Seria looked on in awe; she caught the next 'wave' of machine-phase matter/undercover baby-batter with her bosom, which she grasped onto and purposely placed in the path of the released, gooey liquid.
Seria quickly began to unbutton her flannel top, which she tossed to the side, excitement flowing throughout her just as much as her own body's blood. Tugging at her bra, Seria hastily produced her bosom, which caused the eyelids of the relaxed Kamijou Touma to widen.
"Nice."
At least, that was what an influx of data told him he should think of the lumps of muscle and flesh.
"T-thank you, m-my little kohai. They're all for you right now. I'm going to tend to your physical needs with them, okay? Prepare yourself, and feel free to let me know if you're uncomfortable… please ejaculate all over my breasts, as much as you'd like."
"I'm going to take you up on that."
"This is simply so exciting~! I can finally make my precious little kohai ejaculate as many times as I want~!"
"It's almost like you're enjoying this as much as I am. Seria a best."
"A… best?"
"It's... I'll explain it someday. What I mean to say is that… fuck, am I ever lucky. Every guy in our school would kill to be in this position, and, here I am, being taken care of by a beautiful gir- nah, more like a woman, like you. If this is misfortune, then, hey, misfortune isn't so bad after all!"
Seria's cheeks had grown to be as red as the outer shell of a beet. He, her little kohai, in a moment of intimacy when he easily could've used much more disgusting words, he called her beautiful.
He felt lucky?! He was legitimately grateful. The way he'd spoken those words, the pleased look on his face, it all got to her.
It all caused lifeblood to rush directly into her face, it all caused Kumokawa Seria's heart to beat far quicker than it was supposed to be beating.
"B-beautiful? Thank you, my little kohai… thank you so much. You're so very handsome, so very kind-hearted and understanding, so… confident. That confidence, it makes me wet. The way you hold yourself in a moment of intimacy, when you're surrounded by other women, all of whom are highly attractive… it makes me wet. I'd like so very much to copulate with you, but… it would hurt. I'm not one to be fond of pain, yet I want you so very badly, Touma-kun."
Touma nodded his head in understanding, affirmatively.
"You're right, it would hurt, that I can guarantee. Not to mention, you'd be… making a lot of noise."
Seria offered her kohai a wink, as she moved upwards, placing her exceedingly ample bosom near his face.
"Is that confidence or bravado?"
"Confidence. Bravado gets you nowhere, trust me, when Othi-chan and I first managed to 'put it in' all the way, she… heh. She howled like a banshee. I think she might've woken up the whole dormitory."
Giggling, Seria wasn't about to deny that she, too, would likely "howl like a banshee" if her kohai's 'utensil', the entire nine inches of the girthy, throbbing thing were inserted into her, with or without lubricants of both natural and/or manmade formation.
Even if intercourse wasn't available to her, Seria wasn't about to let that get in the way of her unexpected bout of fun; her cleavage could easily double as a vaginal cavity, at least in its usage.
"How about this, would you enjoy it if I provided you with a titjob? I'm no amateur, even if I've never personally experienced or performed anything of this sort in the past, Touma-kun. Pornography really does have its extracurricular uses… I almost can't believe I'm doing this~."
Then, a strange sound rang out. Just as Kamijou Touma's 'utensil' had found its way between either of Kumokawa Seria's exceedingly ample breasts, just as Seria had begun to work the 'utensil' up and down, using her breasts' cleavage as a makeshift vaginal cavity, just as Kamijou Touma bit back a moan of pleasure…
Musujime Awaki appeared.
Having received her 'orders' from her 'superior', a certain sunglasses-wearing boy who'd apparently been too busy to perform his own duties to perform the task he'd dumped upon the Move Point user, she'd returned to the cabin-room, where she'd originally awakened.
To say that she 'regretted' her decision to follow the orders she'd been given would be incorrect.
There were no screams, no bouts of thrashing and no accusations thrown around. There was no squabbling and there were no tears; at least no tears that were born of negative emotions.
Three sets of eyes, six in total locked with one another.
And then, there was laughter.
Kumokawa Seria fell back, covering her bosom with either of her arms as she moved to fetch her upper body's attire. Kamijou Touma pulled his legwear up manually, a strange sensation indeed; it had been long since he'd actually 'dressed' himself.
"SHEESH! You two really are horny people, aren't you? I thought I might've caught you cuddling, but fucking? Really?! Oh well. It's none of my business what people do in private… It's pretty daring, actually. And… if I might be honest…"
Awaki grinned almost malevolently, folding either of her arms beneath her bosom.
"Kamijou, you're huge. I had my suspicions, given how confident you are, but, sheesh… I don't think I've seen a dick that big before."
"Thanks…?"
Touma offered the Move Point girl a shrug of his shoulders.
"Sorry, it's just… I don't get complimented on my, uh, size all that often. I don't mean to come off as ungrateful."
Seria seemed to descend further into hysterics; her laughter had become all but silent. Her lips still moved, and tears still dripped from the corners of her eyes, but no laughter was audibly produced. Kumokawa Seria gripped her side as she stumbled forward, her flannel top only half-buttoned. She fell forward, only to be caught in the waiting arms of Kamijou Touma.
"M-my sides! My SIDES! I c-can barely breathe! I-I c-can't believe that this is… happening! I t-think I'm going to b-break one of my l-lung… lungs! This i-is too h-hilarious! T-this is the sort of thing that… happens in a r-raunchy comedy film! Not in real life!"
The absurdity of the situation at hand seemed to get the better of Musujime Awaki, as did Kumokawa Seria's contagious laughter. She soon found her own giggling growing in volume. Sitting herself down at the edge of the bed in order to prevent herself from falling over, the same bed which had arguably seen some interesting things, Awaki crossed her right leg over her left as she rested her chin in her outstretched palm.
"Tsuchimikado sent me to get you two to head down, hit the central level. Apparently, we're going to be landing within the hour. We're supposed to meeting some lady, named… "Lessar"? A magician, something he called a "Saint"? Not too sure what being a "Saint" entails…"
"Lessar?! Really?!"
Kumokawa Seria, still struggling to reign in her laughing fit, looked to her kohai. More than likely, this person would be another girl, or perhaps a woman? One way or another, Seria would have to make a good impression.
She could only hope this "Lessar" was as personable and friendly as the likes of the absolutely precious little Misaka Mikoto and the exceedingly attractive Musujime Awaki, whom Kumokawa Seria, by her own internal admission, had unfinished business with.
"That's right," Awaki responded, shrugging her shoulders. "So, uh… don't wig out, this'll stay between the three of us. Unless you want other people to know, in which case, I'm your girl. I can spread rumors with the best of them."
"My girl", huh? Are you, now, Musujime? I'd like that a lot."
While Kumokawa Seria poked her kohai on the nose with her index finger, as if to tease him, Awaki spun around, crossing her legs as she leaned forward.
"Kamijou."
"You're stunning."
"Thank you, but don't go sending signals you're not going to make good on."
"No worries, and I wouldn't."
What was he even trying to do? Building some kind of harem? That was the obvious answer; all Awaki had to do was look a little bit deeper, past the surface of the situation at hand, and she knew well enough what Kamijou Touma was seeking to accomplish.
Not that there was anything wrong with polygamous relations, so long as everyone involved knew fully what was going on and consented to the proceedings.
Awaki had to admire him for trying, and, to an extent, obviously succeeding. Quite the goal, it was. Awaki had to admire the goal itself; It was different from the norm, the usual. The cripplingly dull 'status quo'.
Being involved in such a thing would certainly be different, and far out of the bounds of her deathly boring 'normal' life. That would certainly spice matters up, indeed. A small grin spread across Musujime Awaki's face, her lips curling upward. There was one thing that was necessary; and that was getting to know Kamijou Touma a tad better.
Awaki was sick of flings. She was sick of "maybe I'll see you again?" and love hotel nightstands with no numbers left behind; even if those liaisons at those love hotels hadn't began or ended with penetration, intimacy had been involved, intimacy which could've, or perhaps should've gone further.
No more. Musujime Awaki would lay down the line; only interesting times could be ahead with such a path taken.
Seria and Touma had taken up conversing while Awaki had drifted into her own thoughts. They'd both managed to rise from the defiled, messed bed. While Touma attempted to fix what he could, there was little in way of maintenance that could truthfully be performed, and, eventually, he simply stopped trying.
With a series of calculations performed within her mind, Awaki waved to the lovebirds and took her own leave, vanishing from sight moments after a sharp, sudden sound had been produced, leaving Kumokawa Seria and Kamijou Touma on their own once more.
Resting either of his arms behind his neck, Touma followed in his senpai's footsteps as she moved towards, and then unlocked the door which lead outwards. Opening the construct, Seria looked from left to right as she stepped out, with Touma not far behind.
"I have a proposal," Seria stated, after some minutes of deliberation. By the time she'd spoken, the two had passed through one of the few halls that separated the two from the staircase which lead downwards.
Touma, lowering either of his arms, took Seria's right hand into his left, physical affection which was no only appreciated, but returned.
Simply holding hands with him brought feelings of ecstasy to the body and mind of Kumokawa Seria.
"Do you?" Touma queried. "I'm listening."
"It's merely a position of logistics," Seria began, uttering the beginnings of her response, "I have no ability of my own and possess only basic firearms, as well as self-defense training. I suppose I could use the advice found within the mysterious pamphlets that plague us to utilize magic, though I'm rather reluctant to do so, truthfully speaking. Where would I even begin?"
"Index could probably teach you something in the way of spells," Touma spoke, raising her available hand to his chin. Curiously, he cupped as it as, together, they turned a corner. "Othi-chan knows plenty about magic too, you could talk to her about it, more. She can't really use it, but she knows a Hell of a lot about it. Her mana pool is "nearly depleted", or so she's told me."
Seria produced a soft, curious "hm".
"While either routes or perhaps both could be possible at a later date," Seria began, "I believe my talents would best be put to use in a tactical and advisory role. I spend most of my days planning, moving units across a great chessboard and acting in an advisory role, after all."
"That's got to be tough. I've come to find it easier to kil- I mean, punch people who piss me off."
"My, my, Touma-kun! That's not very nice of you. It's difficult, but it's my job. I've always possessed greater brains than brawn, and I've always been of the mind that the pen can get more done than the sword. The sword wins battles but the pen can win wars."
Touma and Seria turned another corner and neared the small lobby which they'd met in the night prior. He looked to her, and he smiled as their eyes locked.
Was he ever in love with her. The memories they'd made, the memories they were making, even if those memories were… interesting, to say the absolute least about the situation in which they found themselves, they were together once more. Not only were they reunited at last, but their relationship, one which had and again was close had been 'upgraded'.
Kamijou Touma could fuck the most beautiful girl in his middle-high school, easily one of the most beautiful women in all of Academy City whenever he wanted. More importantly than that, he could love her, and she would love him.
He could let her in. He could let them all in.
Emerging from his thoughts, Touma spoke his reply.
"If that's what you're looking to do on this little outing of ours, then, by all means, we'll figure something out so that you can be in your element… you'll probably end up stuck with the snake, though. He doesn't like involving himself in these things too much. The difference between you two is, while you're crazy smart, and know where you're best going to perform, he's just a coward."
Seria's cheeks turned bright pink in coloration.
"I pride myself on the enlightenment I receive through my intellect, yes… but you're no slouch, my little kohai. To shoulder all you've shouldered, to suffer all you've suffered… it's incredible that you remain stable at all. Most would have cracked."
"I don't crack, senpai. Nothing can break me."
Both soon found themselves descending the staircase which lead to the jet's central level, where, presumably, the other members of the ragtag 'crew' would be waiting. It had been hastily-assembled, and half of the 'crew's' members barely seemed like they wanted to be there, but a crew it was.
A sudden and unexpected ragtag band of hired muscle responding to a series of sudden and unexpected threats, how appropriate. Touma could only quietly chuckle to himself, causing Seria to produce her own giggle.
"As I've said in the recent past… don't fret about Tsuchimikado-san. I'll keep a close eye on him. As well, I'll keep him under control. Someone must. It would be irresponsible to allow him to do as he pleases, unabated and unobserved."
Touma nodded affirmatively. He could agree on that. The snake needed an eye on him at all times, and Touma was quite certain that he and Seria weren't the only ones who felt that way. Musujime Awaki didn't seem to be overly fond of the snake either.
On the central level, Seria and Touma came upon their comrades; most of them. While Index and Othinus seemed to be missing from the picture, all other parties were present, save Tsuchimikado Motoharu.
Etzali sat off on his own, seemingly poking away at something to which he looked down, presumably a cellular phone, Accelerator struggled to keep the ravaging hands of Misaka Worst away from him, Misaka Mikoto had taken to napping, given the fact that her head drooped forwards, and Musujime Awaki sat casually in a seat close to the staircase, her right leg crossed elegantly over her left. In her lap, her own smartphone sat. In Touma and Seria's direction, she winked knowingly. Tsuchimikado Motoharu was nowhere to be seen; presumably, he was piloting, or at least overseeing those who piloted the jet.
"Anyone know where Index and Othi… Olivia-chan is?" Touma inquired, looking from his left and then to his right; neither the girl who'd memorized over one hundred thousand Grimoires or the former Magic God were in sight.
"The nun and the blonde brat are downstairs," Accelerator spat, as he used his foot to push Misaka Worst away from him. "Get the fuck off me, you cunt!"
"Tou-san will take Misaka's love, and tou-san will like it."
"I'll throw you out of a fucking window, bitch!"
Musujime Awaki extended her hand, as Touma and Seria approached. She shrugged her shoulders casually as she looked up at the boy, and at the young woman with the exceedingly ample bosom. Evidently, she was among those who'd become used to the antics of Accelerator and those whom he held close.
"Allow me."
For a moment, Awaki grasped Touma's hand in her own, holding it for a few moments longer; then he was gone, teleported to the jet's lower level.
The chill left behind was certainly a bit odd.
Kumokawa Seria soon followed; the latter offered the former a vaguely seductive grin, which caused the former's cheeks to glow a bright shade of pink; then, she too was gone, teleported.
Awaki looked down at her lap, her blush only growing. Getting closer to both Kamijou Touma and his exceedingly attractive friend, Kumokawa Seria was a must; but would rushing things be the wise route to take? Was there a happy medium between 'too fast' and 'not fast enough'?
The feelings swarming within Musujime Awaki told her that she had to crank up the pace, lest she find herself left behind as others would step up to take her place. She'd been given an incredibly convenient situation. She simply needed to take advantage of it.
On the lowest level of the jet, Kamijou Touma and Kumokawa Seria came upon the little silver-haired nun, Index, accompanied by the former Magic God, Othinus.
Both had taken to kneeling before a nearby bookshelf. Once more, several texts had been spread out along the flooring around them. Othinus had a certain text placed in her lap, closed, but clearly not ignored.
"Oi, Index. Othi-chan. What're you two up to?"
The nun looked to the former Magic God, who nodded and then leaned forward. Pressing her lips to Index's right ear, Othinus whispered something inaudible to Kamijou Touma and Kumokawa Seria.
"Do it, nun. Your mind's subconscious will continue to pester your waking mind and your body until you allow your body to have release."
"B-but…"
"Do it."
"Okay. You're right. I'm going to do it. I'm going to get this off of my chest, One-Eye."
"Of course I'm right. Now begone."
She rose, hands at her sides. Index tilted her head to one side.
"Tou-ma."
"Index? Is everything copacetic?"
"Index-san?"
Her footfalls hastened as she approached. Seria raised an eyebrow, while Touma merely looked on, waiting to see what the moment would lead to.
For a moment, he assumed he was going to be bitten; it wouldn't have been entirely out of the ordinary for the little nun to sink her almost unnaturally sharpened fangs into him.
If she decided to begin that nasty habit again, at least he could simply deny the pain, and allow himself to be painlessly used as the little nun's chew toy.
Index's approach continued, her footfalls quickening further. Soon, there would be very little distance to close between them.
But he wasn't bitten.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she silently moved in for the kill.
Index's lips found themselves connecting with those of Kamijou Touma. Either of her hands rose and their palms were placed upon his cheeks.
Seria looked to Othinus, who simply shrugged, as if to say, "I had nothing to do with this". Rather than standing awkwardly about, Seria chose to approach and speak further with Othinus about an unrelated, and yet, paradoxically highly related matter.
It was strange, but her kohai had seemed surprised, initially, when the nun he obviously cared for so deeply had shown him physical affection.
Surprise, however, quickly turned to a facial expression of appreciation, and then to one of ecstasy. That was all that mattered to Kumokawa Seria, in that situation.
Besides, she'd gotten to have her fun. She'd helped her little kohai reach climax and achieve ejaculation not once but twice in the span of some few minutes. Asking for more in such a short span of time would just be selfish. Seria found that her own lips had curled upwards into a sly little smirk.
There were no better means of 'winning'.
Index had only just broken away from her 'keeper'. She panted, her lungs and heart working harder than normal to provide her brain with the oxygen it needed to survive.
"So, is this a special occasion, or…?"
"No Touma. One-Eye told me that I should empty my subconscious of dirty thoughts. She thinks that's why we found ourselves in that very awkward predicament this morning."
Index felt like slapping herself in the face; what a way to start the conversation.
"It wasn't that awkward, I actually enjoyed myself quite a lot. You should've stayed, it's not like anything lewd happened."
"It was awkward for me! Tooouummmaaaaaa! You're too different now! I mean… that's not…"
He frowned, for a moment. Kamijou Touma looked down at the pouting, blushing form of Index, his charge.
It was if the blood that surged within her veins had exponentially increased in its volume and density. Her 'blush' was full-body. Index almost looked sunburned.
Index quickly took notice of the boy's change in demeanor, and she ceased her brattish pouting. Instead, she put either of her hands on his shoulders and tilted her head to one side.
"Touma? Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"You didn't," he responded with a soft chuckle. "You did make me consider something, though. I am a bit different than I was before, maybe a bit too pushy even; but I'm a realist, I am now at least."
"A… realist?"
Both Kumokawa Seria and Othinus had ceased their own conversation. Evidently, the conversation that had begun to take place was one of sentiment. It was with this knowledge that Seria quietly whispered a suggest into the ear of the former Magic God, who nodded her head in understanding.
"My kohai," Seria spoke, softly and affectionately, "Olivia-chan" and I will be on the central level, should you need us."
To Seria's statement, Othinus nodded in approval and affirmation.
"Keep it in your pants, Imagine Breaker."
"Hold up. Hugs? Hugs first? Let's all bring it together, you too, Index."
"M-me?"
In the span of a few moments, it happened. Together, a quartet became one. Kumokawa Seria, the former Magic God, Othinus, the little silver-haired nun, Index and Kamijou Touma, the Imagine Breaker's former Bearer had closed the limited distance between one another and had formed something of a huddle.
Then, the first complaint rang out.
"One-Eye! Don't pull my hair! Touma, make her stop!"
"Suffer, oh holy one. Taste my wrath."
"Othi-chan… come on. Behave."
"You may just have to punish me, Imagine Breaker. Wouldn't that just be a shame?"
Seria found herself giggling at the trio's antics. She broke away and placed an affectionate kiss on the back of her kohai's head. After parting from him, she took her leave.
"Should you need me, I'll be associating with Musujime-san and Olivia-chan."
Her grin widened. She knew something the others didn't.
In her higher mind's passing thoughts, the beginnings of a plan were forming. Her deviant thoughts were getting the better of her, and, for the time being, Seria would permit them to go about their business. She would humor them.
Touma kissed Othinus on the lips before she proceeded to take her own leave, following in the footsteps of Kumokawa Seria; on the way towards the nearby staircase, she'd grabbed her Understander's crotch, and winked.
At this, Index quietly fumed.
Her 'keeper' had taken notice, and he wasn't about to let her proverbially ventilate any more steam from within her, nothing more than need be; Touma was almost surprised that he didn't see literal plumes of darkened smoke billowing from her ears, similarly to how smoke was ejected from the stack of a chimney.
Touma gently took to the little nun into his arms, turning the potential moment of frustration into one of intimacy, effectively diffusing the situation in its infancy.
It was an embrace that Index returned, her frustration and disapproval subsiding as her arms found themselves wrapping around Touma's waist.
Being held by him was a nice feeling. It made her heart beat quickly, and it made plenty of lifeblood rush into her face, where it changed the coloration of her cheeks. Index couldn't help but smile as she gently and lovingly nuzzled Touma.
"Index, look. Looking at my situation, it'd be stupid to even consider turning away everyone I care about. Maybe I am a perverted deviant, maybe I do accidentally end up injecting 'lewd thoughts' into your head, but it's not something I'm purposefully trying to do, y'know?"
"Of course you're not Touma. I don't think that at all!"
"I didn't magically command everyone to hop on my crotch like it's "National Fuck This Lowly Kamijou-san Day" or something. Nothing happened between any of us... in that... so there's nothing for you to feel bad about."
"But it was awkward."
"You don't have to 'empty' your subconscious, Index, it's normal to think this way, it's perfectly healthy to think these kinds of thoughts. You might be a sister, but you're also a fifteen-year-old girl, with urges and needs."
Index looked to the flooring beneath either of their feet. Kumokawa Seria's words of wisdom passed through her higher mind's thoughts, and once more, the little silver-haired nun experienced feelings of reverence. Kumokawa Seria, her close friend, and guardian's upperclassman, was so intelligent, so refined, so reasonable and down-to-earth.
Kumokawa Seria was everything that she hadn't been, what she, Index, had found herself wanting to be.
"Index-san, perhaps I can explain it a little bit better. I've been told that I have a way with words. Touma-kun doesn't seek to be promiscuous or sinful. In his own way, given the circumstances of his life, Touma-kun seeks to provide for you, for us, the sort of love that your faith approves of. Unconditional and unending. I can't claim to know much about the element, but I do know, simply through observing the world through a lens of logic that love tends to consist of matters and elements that aren't easily understood."
"What Seria said is true, but you need to be careful Touma. What if a girl tries to get into your life in order to try and use you for her own gain? Hm? HM? You wouldn't be able to tell because you'd want to make her happy!"
"That's completely true, good point, Index... I do need to watch out for that."
Index produced a sigh. There was an almost crippling sense of self-awareness that had come with the period of time in which he, Kamijou Touma, had seemingly disappeared from the face of the Earth, and there it was again, rearing its ugly head once more.
All the times she'd bitten him, demanded that he buy her food when he obviously didn't have the money to do so, yelled at him or hit him.
He put up with it.
He recovered from her bites quietly. When he obviously didn't have enough money to feed both of them, Touma had sacrificed, bucked up and fed her on his dime. He'd taken her in and fought for her when most would have turned their heads. He allowed her to live with him without demanding that she work to pay for any kind of expenses.
He gave her everything, and she gave him nothing but proverbially flung metaphorical fecal matter in return. Everything had always been about her, what she wanted, what she needed. Never about him, the boy who'd sacrificed everything to keep her safe and out of the hands of those who would do her harm, never about what he wanted or what he needed.
This wasn't the first time she'd paid heed to these considerations; Index had concluded some time ago that she was a disgusting human being.
To her, it only made sense when she finally attempted to vocalize her thoughts. Touma continued to speak; apparently, he'd been addressing her throughout the entire period she'd spent within her own higher mind.
"Index? Woah, you're going to drown everyone, watch the waterworks! Are you…?"
"I'm horrid. I'm sorry Touma, I'll try to be better to you."
"Waitwhereisthiscomingfromwhyareyoucryingthough?"
"I'm… happy that you want to… love me. Even after everything I've put you through Touma. I'm sorry for being such a horrid person."
"You're not horrid, that's not true. Don't say things like that about yourself. You haven't put me through anything."
"Touma! I exercise my right to free speech and therefore proclaim myself a terrible person."
"C'mon, don't spout that nonsense… please don't cry, Index."
Kamijou Touma's embrace tightened, and he found himself repeatedly kissing the little, silver-haired nun's forehead, almost revering Index's physical form as he whispered soft, affectionate words of encouragement into her ears.
"This again? What did I tell you the last time we had this conversation, huh? Do you remember? That's what friends are for, isn't it? We help each other out. If I had to, I'd still give away every single thing that I own to keep you as my friend, to keep you safe. I love you, Index."
"And it's for that reason that I've been trying to be better to you Touma!"
"You don't treat me poorly, Index."
"Yes! Admit it! I'm going to use this opportunity to start, right now! I'll start by thanking you Touma: thank you for letting us help you! Thank you for not just running off on your own like you used to. I don't want to drift apart from you!"
He loosened his embrace's grip, and soon stepped away, but Kamijou Touma wasn't done. No, he was nowhere near done.
Gently, he took either of the little silver-haired nun's hands into his own. Locking his fingers between the nun's, Touma fell to one knee, almost as if he was about to pop out some sort of diamond-studded band and propose to her.
Even as tears continued to stream down the little nun's face, even as she sniffled, attempting to prevent ribbons of mucus from dripping down from her nostrils, she found herself blushing, and, to a lesser extent, even smiling.
"You don't have to thank me. It's so… so great to have you guys here with me. You, Othi-chan, Seria, Misaka, even if we don't know each other all that well, I'm glad Musujime's here too. Rushing off to punch troublemakers all by yourself tends to get lonely. You know… something interesting happened, too."
"Oh? What was it, Touma?"
"Well, Misaka and I, we saw Kazakiri the other day, for a little bit. She just sort of… popped out of nowhere."
"Oh!" Index exclaimed, excitement pushing back at the negative feelings that had nearly overwhelmed her thoughts. "How is Hyouka?!"
"Good, better than ever by the looks of it," Touma responded with an affirmative nod of his head. "She… she has a boyfriend apparently. I hope he's looking after her right. But that's not important. I didn't think of it at the time… we're a lot alike now, Kazakiri and me."
That frown of Index's returned; if Touma possessed a human heart, it would've sunk within his chest.
"That's not a bad thing, Hyouka is great, and so are you, Touma. Does she… know… too? About what happened to you?"
"Nope. We didn't really talk for that long. Besides, she doesn't need to know. It'll just bother her. Some things are better off left alone, especially if she's seeing someone. The last thing I'd want to do is complicate Kazakiri's relationship."
"One-Eyed made me think."
Index was evidently attempting to steer the course of the conversation elsewhere. Who was Kamijou Touma to try and halt its progression? Touma was along for the ride and rode the proverbial waves of the verbal exchange as best he could.
"About?"
"About us. You and me Touma. She didn't really say anything about us but… she was talking about what you're trying to do. It just made me think. One-Eye seems to like the idea a little bit too much if you ask me. I think you need to be careful Touma."
There wasn't much else to be said between the two. Kamijou Touma merely chose to hold Index close to him, as she managed to get her emotions under control. Her tears soon stopped, and she managed to cease what had been an apparently never-ending flow of mucus from dripping out of her nostrils.
Some time passed, before Touma parted, and then offered the little nun his hand.
"Oi, Index. You ready to come up to the central level? We'll probably be landing soon! Talking to people will help you feel better, too. I'm not the only one you can talk to. You can talk to Misaka, Seria, Musujime seems to be fond of you… even that Etzali isn't a bad guy, really."
Wordlessly, the little nun with the silver hair nodded, and allowed her hand to be taken into Kamijou Touma's own. Gently, he encouraged her to follow behind him as he approached, and then began to ascend the nearby staircase.
Just before the 'transition point' between two levels of the jet was reached, Index wiped either of her eyes with her habit's sleeve, attempting to ensure that no liquid remained behind. Even if there wasn't anything to be ashamed of, given the circumstances, she was going to at least make herself seem presentable.
"Attention, harem members, and gentlemen! This is your captain speaking. We'll be achieving touchdown in approximately twenty-five minutes, I repeat, we'll be achieving touchdown in approximately twenty-five minutes! Get your affairs in order!"
Kamijou Touma cringed. Was that damn snake autistic? Why did he always have to make a complete fool of himself? Why did he always have to blabber on about nonsense all the time?
Upon ascending fully to the central level of the jet's interior, Touma found himself, with Index in tow to be anything but the center of attention.
Accelerator appeared to have taken to napping, while Worst had thrown her arms around his waist, and had cuddled close to him, her own eyes closed as well. Even in what seemed like a state of slumber, a vaguely sinister grin was present upon the clone's facial expression.
Mikoto apparently had awoken, and was exchanging hushed words with Musujime Awaki; at least one of the girls seemed to be having a decent enough of a time, given the fact that she seemed to find herself giggling at one point during their verbal exchange. Misaka Mikoto seemed less amused but smiled as best as she could, nonetheless. Kumokawa Seria and Othinus exchanged words as well, though, they seemed to be considerably more conspiratorial; repeatedly, Othinus would look over her shoulders, before she'd turn her gaze back to her conversational partner.
Kumokawa Seria and Othinus exchanged words as well, though, they seemed to be considerably more conspiratorial; repeatedly, Othinus would look over her shoulders, before she'd turn her gaze back to her conversational partner.
Then, distracting from the observations, a soft vocalization became audible.
"Kamijou-san, Index-san. A word?"
The source of the vocalization was Etzali, who leaned back casually in his seat, nearest the staircase which lead downwards, deeper into the jet's bowels. Clad in his ubiquitous beige dress attire, the Aztec magician had his right leg crossed over his left knee. He raised his hand and offered a wave to the Imagine Breaker's former Bearer, and, by extension, to the 'List of Prohibited Books'.
"Oi," Touma greeted.
"Hi!"
Index's own greeting was considerably more enthusiastic. She forcibly pumped herself up, as she sat herself down two seats away from the Aztec magician, the 'fake' Unabara Mitsuki. Evidently, she sought for her 'keeper' to sit next to her; and that was precisely what he did.
Upon throwing himself back into the seat between the Aztec magician and the girl who'd memorized over one hundred thousand Grimoires, Touma wrapped his arm around the shoulder of the latter, pulling her into an embrace. Cheeks turning bright pink in coloration, Index quietly gasped at first, but soon found herself quietly sinking into, and enjoying the act of affection.
It was nice to be loved.
Etzali leaned forward, uncrossing his right leg and setting his foot down upon the jet's flooring. He tilted his head to one side and offered his hand, stretching his arm outwards, and effectively using it as a means to unintentionally 'pen' Touma in.
"I don't believe we've met."
"We haven't! It's great to meet you, my name is Index. What's yours?"
"Just call me E, for simplicity's sake," the Aztec magician remarked, with a nod of his head. Soon, their hands detached from one another, their handshake having come to an end.
With the physical act of goodwill having come to an end, Etzali looked to Kamijou Touma.
"I'm not sure where we're going to get dragged off to. The spy remarked earlier that we, GROUP, were going to be doing our own thing… Move Point doesn't seem to be on board with it, but I'm sure the Spy will win her over. I'd ask what your relationship with her is, but that's not a subject for me to stick my nose in. What is a subject for me to stick my nose in, however, is the subject of Misaka's well-being."
"Look, Misaka will be fine. She can more than take care of herself, and, besides, we're going to be pulling the weight together."
"An esper, no matter how much they've dabbled, will never know the full extent of those who dwell on the other side of the veil between our worlds."
Kamijou Touma couldn't disagree with that. Neither could Index, who quietly listened on as the conversation between the two played out before her.
"I get that, but it's not like we're going to be running off in our own separate directions. I'm not going to be trying to do everything on my own, that's now what this about. It's never going to be about that ever again."
The Aztec magician nodded, seemingly in approval. In Touma's direction, he shot a small, but rather elongated grin.
"Just make sure you keep that promise of yours Kamijou-san, that's all I can ask of you. It's obvious that she's chosen you. So long as you keep a smile on her face, there won't be any trouble between us. Love her. Care for her. Make her blush, make her smile. Treat her like a princess. But, should you cause her to frown…"
Etzali's grin faltered for only a moment. For the briefest of seconds, it was replaced by an oddly and uncharacteristically somber expression.
"Then, that's when I'll have to intervene."
There were numerous decisions that Kamijou Touma could've made. He could've cursed the Aztec magician for his blatant threat, he could've placed one his own bladed hands to the Aztec magician's neck, or, Hell, he could've struck the Aztec magician down, right there, and right then. He, Kamijou Touma, was something far beyond human.
But Kamijou Touma pursued none of these possible routes. Instead, he merely nodded in affirmation and turned his gaze back to a concerned-looking Index.
"Everything rolling smoothly? You look a bit off. If something's wrong you can tell me, no matter what's going on."
"N-no! I'm fine Touma, don't worry about me."
The little nun awkwardly nuzzled her 'keeper', at first, before the intimate act slowly became more genuine. She kept her own hands to herself but permitted Touma to keep his arms wrapped around her shoulders.
Pressing her form close to his own, his embrace tightened. The little nun experienced a series of shivers, traveling up and down her spine, jumping about her body like there were so many tiny acrobats bouncing, utilizing her skin as a trampoline.
Once, he placed a rapid number of kisses to her forehead; with lifeblood suddenly rushing into her face, hardly for the first time, Index had felt faint.
Yet even still it wasn't a bad feeling.
The remainder of the trip was oddly quiet, by the standards of Kamijou Touma, and by the standards of those who associated with him.
For those below, it must've been quite the sight indeed; an enormous airborne vehicle, one which looked so utterly massive that it was a wonder the thing could achieve liftoff at all.
Like a cross between a cruise ship and a commercial airliner, the thing caught the collective attentions of many throughout the United Kingdom, as it passed over green pastures and grassy fieldscapes, temporarily darkening the land beneath it with the monumental shadow it cast.
It certainly caught the collective attentions of a certain group.
Adherents of the Amakusa-style Remix of Church, eight in total – eight was even more than necessary, by the standards of their Priestess – witnessed the massive thing's passage.
Stationed at the England-Wales border, these adherents stood, sat, and leaned against a great archway, which was, at the very least, thirty feet in height. Though no border-walls or even simplistic border-fences were present, resulting in the archway standing somewhat awkwardly on its own, its massive size counted.
Its massive size ensured those beneath and around it would be noticed by those whom they sought to catch the respective attentions of.
Over the rolling hills and the expansive fieldscapes, a convoy chugged forward. It had been observed by them for some time.
A trio had taken point, and with a great vigil, they continued to watch on, curious and wary. Kanzaki Kaori, Itsuwa, and Tatemiya Saiji observed, but spoke no words, not even to each other.
Surrounding them were tall, flowing grasslands, almost completely untouched by the hands of humankind, save for widened dirt road that had been laid, which looked to have long ago seen many and much better days.
The convoy's speed increased exponentially. Her hand fell to the hilt of her Shichiten Shichitou. She shifted her position, feeling the solid, hard-packed earth and many pebbles beneath her boots moving about.
Kanzaki Kaori looked back, first to Itsuwa.
Itsuwa nodded in the direction of her Priestess. Her Friulian Spear was present, gripped tightly and held upwards, the weapon's butt pressed against the earth beneath her trainer-clad feet. Her soft pink, and short-sleeved top seemed to flow, buffeted by the light breeze that had for some time pushed against the Amakusans. Clad in a simple, if particularly short pair of shorts, her bare legs too were buffeted by the forceful kisses of the breeze.
Kanzaki Kaori looked back, secondly to Tatemiya Saiji.
The Amakusan Substitute Supreme Pontiff held himself with confidence. As if he knew something that his Priestess didn't, he offered her a smirk.
Leaning against the archway, either of his hands was placed casually in the pockets of his enormous, baggy pants.
Light blue in coloration, the absurdly baggy legwear hung loosely around its owner's waist. Two shirts, one atop the other were, like Saiji's legwear, absurdly baggy. Red beneath and white over red, the second shirt, white atop red was adorned with a crooked, sainted crimson cross. A necklace, bound with mini-fans adorned his neck, while basketball shoes bound with meter-long shoelaces were Saiji's choice of footwear. Strapped to his back was his great and jagged flamberge.
Tatemiya Saiji took a step forward. Drawing his flamberge, he allowed the weapon to hang at his side, its tip touching the earth beneath it, creating a stream of sparks. Forced outwards as if they'd been ejected from the maw of some treasure-hoarding dragon, the sparks were carried on the breeze.
The Amakusan Substitute Supreme Pontiff clicked his tongue.
"They come. What has Rivers-san said about the situation, Priestess?"
For a moment, Kanzaki Kaori produced her simplistic cellular phone from within the pocket of her one-legged denims. Flipping the device open, she gazed down at the text message she'd pinned to the device's home menu, the most recent which she'd received.
"He's more concerned about his own well-being, naturally," Kaori retorted. She produced a soft chuckle, though it hardly lasted for a meaningful amount of time. It was weak and almost sarcastic. "I can hardly blame him. He is in a particularly volatile situation after all…"
"Priestess," Itsuwa spoke up, defensively taking to Kaori's side, Friulian Spear still clutched tightly in hand, "Priestess, perhaps we should try to deal with this situation in a… non-hostile manner? Birdway-chan is merely a child, after all! We couldn't possibly bring harm to a little girl!"
Kaori didn't enjoy the thought either.
"Whether overseen by a child or not, this rogue cabal is dangerous. It will continue to pose a threat to the stability of many important matters if not reigned in. Negotiations are, of course, the first tactic to be employed. You must understand that Leivinia Birdway has proved herself to be anything but negotiable. I will do what I must. The obtaining of this… Soulgrinder is of the utmost importance."
"I get you, Priestess!"
"As always, Itsuwa, my friend."
The convoy were mere meters from the Amakusan human barricade. A collection of SUVs, as dark as the night itself, something out of an overworked mechanic's twisted, stress-induced vision of Four Apocalyptic Horsemen.
The first stopped.
And then the second, and the third.
Soon, the entire convoy had come to a halt. Ten, or perhaps fifteen feet separated the party of shaded vehicles and the human barricade of Amakusans.
Engines rumbled, earthly materials cracked beneath thick vehicle tires.
Pebbles cracked beneath the boots of Kanzaki Kaori, Priestess and Supreme Pontiff of the Amakusa-style Remix of Church. As a sign of goodwill, the Saint of the Far East (perhaps foolishly) removed her scabbarded blade from her side and planted it within the barren, cracked earth. Dust was forced upwards upon impact, forming a series of miniature clouds which hovered around the Saint's feet.
The tinted passenger side window of the 'lead' SUV fell, rolled down with due haste. The vehicle produced a soft, mechanical hum as the window was pulled inwards.
"What is this? What… oh. I remember you! It's just the old lady. Hey, old lady, did you escape from the nursing home? Could you move aside please?"
Kanzaki Kaori gritted her teeth; this wasn't going to be easy, by any stretch of the imagination.