Quick thing: thanks, Geust's Account, for favoriting! Thanks, Richy1991, for favoriting, as well! I'm glad to have you both along for the ride!

Responses ahoy!

321jaz: I'm here to entertain!

Thanks for the praise! I'd have to agree, if I can say so myself. There is, at least for the top seven, but, as you predicted, we'll get into that as time goes on.

Accelerator's gone full tou-san mode, and I highly doubt that there's any going back, at this point. It's always a pleasure to write scenes with Touma and Misaki. The School Garden adventure the couple had when they were younger might not be their last; can't say anything more. I'm glad you enjoyed that. If Touma has any other "less than intelligent" remarks to make, and I'm sure he does, I'm sure it'll make a return. Oh, yeah. If anything, Index taking an interest in the opposite gender will shake things up a bit, or perhaps a lot.

I hope you enjoyed reading chapter twenty of A Certain Strange Scenario as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Whwsms: that it does, and it's not going anywhere any time soon. I'd have to agree, there. Resisting the urge to a make terrible pun involving this piece's title. That's not the plan; the "overprotective parents" trope, usually best viewed in the wild via mid nineteen nineties family-friendly films, is a trope I plan to subvert.

I'd have to agree; putting up with Worst is no easy task. There's got to be some deeper reasoning behind the patience our pyrokinesist has when dealing with Worst.

I hope to hear your thoughts on this chapter, and all of those beyond it, friend!

Destati69: thanks for your review, friend! I appreciate it!

Unfortunately, for the Kamijous at least. Given Index's sheltered upbringing and even more sheltered adolescent life, Index missing out on the talk most of us are given regarding the birds and the bees isn't totally unthinkable. I don't think that would work out very well for anyone, but, only time will tell where Index's explorations will take her.

I'm glad you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! As I've said before, writing Misaki and Touma together is such a joy for me.

Thank you for the compliment! It means a lot.

Hilem: It seems so! It's something which will give the family even more room to bond. Oh, man, I pity the poor fool who falls for Last Order; they'll have to walk the One-Way Road and prove themselves. I'm uncertain if such a thing is even possible, given Accelerator's full-time tou-san duties.

I'm glad you enjoyed reading the scene with Teitoku as much as I enjoyed writing it!

It could potentially be another level zero capable of knocking level fives around, or it could point to a past brawl between an all too familiar level zero and the seventh ranked level five, whose name I don't even need to say.

Can't say just yet who the eighth level five is. Considering there's more than one possible candidate, it could any one level four from a handful of level fours who was promoted.

Thank you, it means a lot to me to hear that you're enjoying this piece!

Geust: I'm glad you both enjoy reading Touma and Misaki's scenes as much as I enjoy writing them! There's plenty more to come!

I suppose he does, doesn't he? Could Teitoku inherit the accursed Kami Disease? I guess anything can happen. As for the girl in the dress, we'll get to her soon enough.

Regardless of whether or not Rikou is the eighth ranked level five, we're going to be seeing some Shiage and Rikou moments, too. I'm hyped about being able to write scenes with the Hamazuras, especially those in which they interact with their children.

I think a character based on Othinus would be interesting, but it really depends on which 'incarnation' of Othinus a character in Bloody Fist would be based on. A character based on pre-NT10 Othinus would break the game, and a character based on post-NT10 Othinus might cause a lot of problems in a mostly one-on-one fighting game, given faerie Othinus' height.

Let's jump right into chapter four!

Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Misaki took a moment to look away from each other, and back to a blushing, embarrassed-looking Kamijou Index.

"I-Index? Do you really feel that way?" Touma inquired; he took a breath, and leaned in. "You can talk to us, Index, about anything you're feeling. You're a growing woman, who's just starting to figure things out. I know, in the past, you never really got the chance to… explore that sort of thing."

Misaki smiled at Index, who seemed to grow less and less embarrassed. Even if a faint blush remained visible on the nun's cheeks, she was able to look up at her guardians.

"Touma is right. You can come to us at any time, with any concern you may have. We will always listen, and we will always pass advice onto you. Othinus, despite her mannerisms and oftentimes harsh words, cares greatly for you, as well, and I am confident that she would listen." Misaki stated.

Index sat up properly in the center of her side of the booth, hands in her lap, and smiled back at her guardians. "C-could we talk now, maybe? Our food might be a little while? At least it'll take our minds off the wait, right?" Index inquired, shifting in her seat.

"Of course, Index. You don't have to ask," Touma responded. He placed his available hand on the table of their booth, as if to visually alert his wife and adopted dependant that he was about to begin a speech of sorts. "All you have to do is let one of us, or both of us know that you want to talk, and we'll drop everything. Do you want to talk about what you felt just now, or maybe what you've felt before? I guess I'll let you start." Touma chuckled.

"It felt funny, not in a bad way, though! There was an odd feeling near the bottom of my tummy, it felt almost like I was being tickled. It went from the bottom, and then up to my neck, and then it kind of stopped up there and went away. I've felt that same feeling before, I used to feel it when I would bite you, Touma!" Index explained, causing Misaki to giggle. Touma chuckled softly as he thought back to those olden days. There were a lot of problems in those olden days, but there was also a lot of light, and a lot of love.

Index continued. "There was a bit of a difference when I looked at… him, the boy who was taking our order, I felt like I had to look away; I never felt like that when I used to bite you! I think it's because I knew you wouldn't reject me or hurt me? I only just met this boy, so I guess it makes sense that I wouldn't trust him the way I trust you.

"It was just a funny feeling. I've felt it before, when I've been out with you guys, and I saw a… a-a nice looking boy! That same feeling would sometimes come, and sometimes it wouldn't. Sometimes, if a boy would smile at me it'd get worse, or maybe better? It's not a bad feeling, it just feels funny, honest! I'd never smile back, because I had to look away, and it was weird. I didn't feel like I was in control of my own actions, just like earlier."

Touma nodded sagely. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you think about when you get those feelings? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm just curious. If we can understand what you're thinking about, we can better help you put everything into perspective." Touma wanted to do his best to try and understand what Index had felt; maybe, he could relate his own experiences with hers. "When I first realized that I fell for this ravishing woman sitting next to me, I had all sorts of crazy thoughts, Index. Mind was all over the place!" Touma spoke. Misaki looked up at her husband, and, with cheeks that had become a shade of pinkish red, pulled his face down to her lips, and kissed his cheek. Misaki's eyes closed, and her lips curled into a grin as she pulled away, to Touma's subconscious disappointment.

"I don't mind. A-actually, I have to confess that I don't really think a lot when I start feeling like that. I do most of my thinking after the feeling's passed, but I usually think about cheesy things, like the stuff you see in romance novels or steamy movies. I… I guess, I like to imagine myself having the sort of love that you guys have." The nun spoke truthfully.

Index's thoughts, in that moment, turned to her feelings about her adoptive guardians' marriage. It was so positive, so full of adoration and love, so full of sweet, tender understanding and respect. "I don't really even know how you two do it; have you ever actually even fought once, or even had an argument about… well, anything? If you have, I don't remember it! I want something like that."

Misaki and Touma looked to one another, and offered each other a warm smile. Misaki affectionately rubbed her body against her husband's, as his arm's hold on her shoulders tightened.

"That is difficult for either of us to explain, Index. If I had a single conclusive explanation, I would never hesitate to provide you with it. I suppose, if I could hypothesize, I would say that it simply comes down to two factors; our chemistry, and the fact that Touma is a prince, and the greatest man in the world." Misaki spoke, leaning up to and kissing her husband's cheek as she did so.

Kamijou Index giggled happily, beyond ecstatic in regards to the scene unfolding before her; she was in love with her guardians' love. Kamijou Index never wanted to see them change, and she had the distinct feeling that she never would have to.

"But, Index, if you would have my advice, I would like to offer it to you, in regards to relationships." Misaki stated, a motherly sternness in her tone of voice. Misaki offered Index her hand, and Index gladly took it into her own. Looking deeply into Index's eyes, Misaki spoke.

"Touma and I will never stand in your way, or try to rule you with an iron fist. We can offer our guidance onto you, and do our best to give you the wonderful life that you deserve, and have always deserved. With this in mind... There are many people, not only in this City, but in this world, who will present themselves as friends, or as lovers, and try to take from you, and take from you until you have nothing left to give. Kamijou Index, if something seems too good to be true, it very likely is.

"Explore your mind's desires, Index. Explore your emotions, and learn more about this feeling. It is a good feeling, and it can lead you to great things, but, it can also be abused by those who manipulate and connive. I once knew someone like that... have I ever told you the story? I once knew someone who manipulated, and connived, and used people as if they were little more than puppets, dangling from so many strings, to achieve their own ends."

Kamijou Misaki sighed, and she saw Touma lovingly looking down at her, concern, or perhaps thoughtfulness in his eyes. With her husband's arm around her body, keeping her warm and protected, safe from the pointed tips of the blades of the past, and Index's hand in her own hand, Misaki felt comfortable enough to allow herself to speak freely.

"I do not speak with that person any longer, and I have not spoken with nor seen them in many, many years; but I know what became of them. On a fateful summer day, the events that would lead up the shattering of their illusions began."

Touma immediately understood who his wife was referring to; he didn't want to jump to conclusions, when Misaki had begun to speak. He and his wife had met a lot of dark, disturbed individuals, after all, many of whom fit such a description. Kamijou Touma knew it wasn't necessarily a dark, or disturbed individual that Kamijou Misaki was referring to. "Misaki's talking… about herself; about Shokuhou Misaki. Beautiful, you were never that bad. Don't be so hard on yourself. Besides, you realized what you were doing was wrong! That's what's important! You grew out of it, baby! Don't beat yourself up over the past."

Index fell silent. She had been left with a lot to consider. "Misaki's right… If I'm going to… e-explore my feelings, as she and Touma put it, I need to play it safe, and watch my back. Hey, there's no rush! There's plenty of time, right? I've got plenty of time to learn!"

Kamijou Index smiled brightly, and released her adoptive guardian's hand from her own. "Thanks, guys. I feel really good about… things, just everything. I always feel great after I talk to you, we need to do it more often!" The nun spoke, the joy evident in her tone of voice. Her guardians smiled warmly back at her. Touma chuckled, and reached across the table. He patted Index on the shoulder with his left hand, keeping his right as far away from Index's Walking Church as he possibly could.

"Any time. It's what we're here for. Well, talking, food, and money."

Three of the four Kamijous laughed aloud with mirth, together, as a family, as one.

It was then that the succulent, tempting scent of incoming food, delivered onto the Kamijous' collective nostrils broke their laughter. Index slowly licked her lips as her eyes widened. The pizza's scent was enthralling. It made Index want to devour the entire thing in one mighty, incomprehensibly impossible gulp.

"S-sorry for the delay! A medium cheese, no toppings! A medium vegetarian, classic! Two medium pepperonis for the l-lovely lady coming right away! I just need to run back and grab 'em!" The Kamijous' waiter, Ryuu exclaimed, barely balancing the two pizzas he had been charged with presenting to his employer's customers. Ryuu, surprisingly, managed to get both pizzas safely onto the booth's table, and then proceeded to scoot back from where he came. A few moments passed, and Ryuu returned, carrying another two medium pizzas. He carefully set both down in front of Index, who was staring down at her lap. Twice more he left, and twice more he returned – once, to bring a large pitcher filled to the brim with cola, and second, to bring three tall, plastic cups.

"I-if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to c-come find me! I-I'll be back to check on you in a while! We hope you enjoy your dining experience, tonight!" Ryuu exclaimed as he swiftly took off yet again.

"He called me a… a lovely lady…" Index commented, lips curled into a small, hopeful smile. Still staring down at her lap, where her hands, fiddling with her fingers sat, the nun seemed to have suddenly forgotten about her pizza.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Your pizza's going to get cold." Touma teased, as he finished pouring his family's drinks.

"O-oh! Hey! Don't make fun of me! Toouummmaaaaa…" A piece of a relic of the past resurfaced. Index's glaring, predatory eyes locked with Touma's own, and the Bearer of the Imagine Breaker swiftly cuddled as closely as he could to his wife.

"Index… no… Misaki, beautiful, help me! She's going rabid!"

"Touma dshoesn't mean any harm by it, Indexsh. Pleashe, calm yourshelf." Misaki stated as she bit into, and then began to chew some of her pizza.

"Yeah! It was just a joke, Index! Relax… just playing around with you. Besides, I'm pretty sure my head has evolved to withstand your fangs."

Misaki swallowed her food, and then gave Index a sly, somewhat nefarious wink. Misaki removed her husband's right arm from around her shoulders, and placed his hand against the outside of her thigh. Instantly, Touma's male instincts took over, and, to Index, he seemed to become focused entirely on whatever it was his wife was doing with his hand. Misaki gently turned her husband's face towards her own, fingers placed on his chin, and she closed in on him as a curious and deeply intrigued Index watched on, silently making mental notes as she chewed her pizza. Misaki's lips curled into a thin, seductive smile, as she looked into her beloved's eyes.

"Let us come to a compromise. Be a good boy, Kamijou Touma, and I will allow you to indulge in that dirty little kink of yours for as long as you feel you need to, and afterwards… well, afterwards, once you are satisfied, I am certain that we can figure something out."

Touma, who looked to be in something of a daze, gave a distracted nod. Index couldn't see it, but Touma ran both of his hands over Misaki's thigh, and as far down her right leg as he could, before she reluctantly removed her husband's groping hands, and gave him a longing, but stern look, as if to say, "soon, but not in public."

"Y-yeah. That works for me, beautiful… s-sorry, Index. Didn't mean to tease, or push your buttons. I was just messing around with you. I really, really don't want to get bit. So rough… so painful."

Index had her hands over her mouth, and her eyes were practically watering; it had just been such an amusing sight. The mighty Bearer of the Imagine Breaker had been effortlessly tamed. Of course, Index had noted everything that had transpired; Misaki was a rather shrewd negotiator, and the nun knew that, someday, if she ever found herself in a similar situation, being able to swiftly negotiate in such a way would be an important skill to learn early.

"I wasn't really going to bite you anyways, silly Touma!" Index laughed. She took another bite from her pizza, and began to daydream.

"I wonder… what would it be like to have a boyfriend? Not all boys are like Touma, some of them are rude, or perverted, like Touma's stupid friends. I wonder if Kaori knows more about boys? Does she have a thing with… him? I hope not. Stiyl doesn't deserve someone that's nice like Kaori. He deserves someone mean and nasty, like Birdway. Eheheh… imagine that. Or Agnese!"

"What's so funny, Index?" Touma pried. He looked on, slightly concerned, as his adopted dependent giggled madly to herself. Misaki finished her third piece of pizza, and went for a fourth as Touma continued to gaze down at the nun across from him.

"O-oh… I was thinking… imagine if Stiyl hooked up with Birdway? Or Agnese?! It would be comedy gold!" Index laughed.

Touma, despite himself, found that he had suddenly burst out laughing, causing Misaki, who had fallen into her own thoughts, to start slightly. "Stiyl, and Birdway-san? Which Birdway-san? Patricia's too soft-spoken for someone like Stiyl, and Leivinia… yikes. I don't want to imagine it. Leivinia's a good person, but she's a bit rough around the edges, even by Stiyl's standards."

"I would use the term "friend" extremely loosely, my prince." Misaki interjected. Kamijou Misaki's brow furrowed at the thought of Leivinia Birdway's existence, and she found herself, for the first time that week, becoming rather peeved. Misaki took her husband's hand in her own hand, and protectively grasped it as tightly as she could. She felt her hand being raised to her husband's lips. As they pressed against the top of Misaki's hand, her frustration faded into obscurity.

"Beef!" Index exclaimed. The nun proceeded to produce her phone from the pocket of her habit, unlocked the device, and then began to tap up a storm.

Neither of her guardians could see, or had any idea as to who she was texting, or what she was texting. Index finished typing up her message, and reread it once to make sure her spelling and punctuation were on par, something Index was often obsessive with.

"Last Order, I owe you ¥1616. We might need to add a new-old potential threat to our list. I'll give you all the details when we hang out… also, we might need to resurrect PROTECT. I'm going to text Hyouka. Love ya."

Index looked back up to her guardians, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. "I'm on your side, Misaki! I'll hold your weave while you fight!"

"W-weave?!" Misaki proclaimed, sounding almost offended; but before long, she lost all pretense of mock-seriousness and shook her head, grinning. Touma took a long sip of his cola, and then placed the cup back down on the table. Onto his fifth piece of pizza, Touma took a large bite, and then placed it back into the pan from where he lifted it.

"You guys are the best. Misaki, Index, Othi-chan in spirit… you're awesome. Best family ever." Touma said. He felt like a million bucks; Kamijou Touma had everything he could ever ask for, and more.

"I agree completely, Kamijou Touma. We truly are the best and greatest. We are different, but that is what makes us so great; it is good to be different." Misaki responded, as she finished her own piece of pizza.

"You've got something on your lip, Misaki! Looks like sauce." Index pointed out. "We're the greatest because I'm here."

As Misaki ran a napkin over her lips, she giggled. Touma moved his wife's blonde, fluffy hair away from her neck and quickly snuck a kiss.

"Someone seems to be in a particularly… physical mood. Oh, when we get home, Kamijou Touma, you are mine and mine alone."

"Woah, dude, it's a girl."

"S-she's got a s-sexy voice…"

Othinus groaned. This was the one major problem with playing online matches with other players; on gaming consoles, especially the XedCross 1440, most matchmaking lobbies were filled to the absolute brim with younger, mostly immature people.

The former Magic God had her golden hair tied back in a messy knot with a tiny, sparkling blue elastic band, which more than likely originally came packed with an expensive collector's doll. the ends of Othinus' knot hung just above her tailbone. The former Magic God sat in front of her controller's microphone attachment, which was plugged into the back of the controller; the bendable, snake-like wire of the microphone was considerably taller than Othinus, and she had to bend it downwards in order to comfortably speak into microphone itself.

"Greetings, hormonal, pubescent mortals. We should find a fourth one of your kind so that we might have a two-on-two match." Othinus stated firmly.

For a moment, neither of the two individuals responded. Then, the distinctive shaking of a microphone could be heard before one of the two spoke.

"Uhh… my mom says dinner's ready. I gotta go!" The boy, who sounded like he couldn't be any older than thirteen or fourteen complained, before he left Othinus' party in the matchmaking lobby.

"Hahaha! What a loser, huh?" The second, and now only other individual in the party awkwardly exclaimed. This boy didn't sound like he was any older – his voice was just deep enough for Othinus to be able to almost certainly confirm his gender.

"You versus me, mortal. I will destroy your spirit until nothing is left but shattered hopes and broken dreams!" Othinus responded, pounding her tiny fist against the plastic controller, her eye wide with anticipation. The former Magic God stumbled away from the microphone, and crawled into her nearby bag of chips.

"Y-you're taking this kinda seriously… it's just a game!" The boy replied, his voice sounding slightly uneasy.

Once she emerged from the cavernous bag of chips, tossing an armful of them onto the floor next to her controller, Othinus' expression was oddly serious, given the situation she found herself in. "Just a game? Bloody Fist is not "just a game"; it's a way of life. It's a guideline to be followed to a fine point. Bloody Fist is everything. Bloody Fist has taught me many lessons, mortal. If I never played Bloody Fist, I would've never learned that, in order to kill a giant half-weasel, half-rooster man, one must stab him in the throat with a sickle. If I were to ever encounter a giant half-weasel, half-rooster man without this knowledge, I would surely die."

"Yeah, you're fucking weird! Too weird! Why do all the girls with the sexy voices always have to be so weird?!" The boy cried out in what sounded like distress.

"Weirdness is entirely subjective." Othinus stated. "What is weird to you, could be entirely normal to another, and vice-versa. Of course, in my previous sermon, I jested. However, there may be a mortal out in this wide, open world that well, truly, and strongly feels this way; looking down on said mortal, solely because their values and beliefs that they cling to so dearly are so very different from your own would be extremely closed-minded."

For a while, the voice on the other end didn't say anything; Othinus could hear the feedback from the boy's microphone. As well, she could hear what sounded like a dryer, or perhaps a washing machine working in the background. Eventually, the boy cleared his throat.

"That's fucking deep! I guess I never thought about it that way; doesn't mean you're not weird though. You're really weird." The boy finally said in response. The sounds of his body shifting, and what sounded like springs protesting could be heard as a gust of air passed by the microphone, creating mild interference. "

"Enough fucking around, are we looking for two more people for two-on-two? Or just wanna go one-on-one? Might not be a lot of people on this late. Hey, where are you from, weird girl?" The boy inquired.

"I'm not a "girl", mortal, I'm a woman, and I don't feel comfortable telling you where I live." Othinus snapped back, taking a bite out of one of her chips. "It's none of your business. Let's give it some time; someone, from somewhere, will enter the lobby, eventually. It'll be a matter of recruiting them before one of the other parties do."

"Yeesh! Okay, weird woman!" The boy exclaimed defensively. "Alright, alright… I guess that works. Ha. Do you go to school?"

"No. I've been to schools, but I've never "gone to school". I've been dragged on a lot of "adventures", and by adventures, I mean annoyances." Othinus replied.

"Adventures? Like sneaking into abandoned houses?" The boy inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.

Othinus took another bite from her chip, and set it down next to her. She began to hear the sounds of Sphinx's paw knocking at the door to Index's room. Ignoring it, Othinus turned her attention back to the boy on the other end. "Nothing you need to know about. I presume you're part of a pris- I mean, educational system."

"Nah, you were right the first time! It really is like a prison! They make us wear fucking stupid uniforms, and everything! I'm surprised they don't make us hit rocks out in the field!" The boy responded, laughing more with himself than with Othinus, who didn't laugh at all.

By some miracle, another active player joined the matchmaking lobby, and Othinus' tiny heart jumped into her equally tiny throat.

"GUTS54321" was the newcomer's name. The former Magic God felt dread strike her in the same heart that had, moments ago, been beating swiftly in anticipation. Othinus felt fear.

"No. No, no, no, no, NO. NO! Not HIM! Anyone but him! I'll take Thor! Get rid of HIM, and give me Thor! Give me that annoying Railgun girl! Give me anyone! ANYONE BUT HIIIMMM!"

"I hope you've both got your wills in order; my guts will overcome anything you can possibly hurl my way! Your strategies are hopeless! Your tactics, your skill, no matter how impressive, will fail you! YOU LACK GUTS!" The newcomer exclaimed; the sound of flesh beating loudly against bone could be heard; Othinus imagined the newcomer on the other end, pounding their chest in a feral display of fury.

"It had to be you. It just had to be you. Of course; this was the only possible outcome. If I didn't already know, I'd ask what I'd done to deserve this fate." The former Magic God complained.

"Hey… that voice! Olivia! I didn't know you played Bloody Fist! How far are you in single player?" The newcomer practically demanded.

"He's an irritating, brain-numbingly moronic bonehead, but at the least, he respects my desires to remain anonymous."

"I've beaten it on two characters thus far; Palmtop Triceratops, and Primate Pounder. It's fairly interesting, but I felt the final boss encounter was far too difficult." Othinus confessed.

"You lack even more guts than I thought! I've beaten single player with every character, up to "masochist" difficulty! Even I lack the guts for "Deeper, Daddy!" difficulty, though. It's brutal… not even Draco can make it all the way through!" the newcomer seemed to lose his bravado as he came clean, and Othinus found herself grinning.

"So. He's not unstoppable."

"If you believe yourself to be so 'gutsy', why don't we put you to the test, mortal? You, versus this boy and I?" Othinus taunted, as she finished the rest of her first chip, and moved onto the second.

"That's what I like to hear! A challenge! Show me your guts; and you… PimpDaddy619! You need to show me your guts, too!" The newcomer challenged.

"Why are there so many weird people on tonight?!" The boy cried out in desperation.

Index finished the last piece of her second pizza, and quietly burped. The nun ran her hands over her bloated stomach, and she sighed contentedly. The taste of tomato sauce, cheese, and spicy pepperonis remained in her mouth, and she loved every second of it.

"Ugh, Index, you pizza-eating fiend!" Touma remarked. He pushed the pan containing the remaining quarter of his pizza away, and stretched. "How'd you eat two of them? You usually don't eat all that much these days."

"I had an early lunch! The hunger gap was bigger than normal!" Index explained, as she fiddled with her phone, fingers tapping swiftly on the device's virtual keypad.

"Mm. Joseph's pizza is always so good… I feel like I won't have to eat for another week." Misaki commented, her head leaning against Touma's shoulder.

"You know you'll be hungry in the morning." Index teased. "Speaking of which… Touma, what's for breakfast? You're off tomorrow, and for the rest of the weekend, so until Monday you have to make breakfast for me, Misaki, and Othinus." Index commanded. Touma responded with a bewildered look.

Next to him, Misaki quietly laughed to herself. "Index is right, my love. It is your sworn duty… if I let you get out of bed, that is. Maybe Index will have to fend for herself. I might not feel like sharing you."

Index shot Misaki a look of feigned anger, and then mockingly stuck her tongue out at her guardian. "No fair! I'll invade your headquarters and make you get up!"

"How are you thinking about breakfast?! You just ate, Index!" Touma exclaimed, exasperated. Once the initial shock had passed, Touma seemed to cool off, and he grinned at his chuckling dependant. "Of course I'll make you guys breakfast. All you had to do was ask. If Othi-chan isn't hungry right away, I can make something up for her and put it in the fridge." Touma said.

Index scooted over to the other side of her booth, and, standing up, the nun stretched her arms in the air, and flexed her legs, sighing in pleasure as she did so. "Wow, we sat for a while… my bum hurts." The nun complained.

"Oh, hey! Here comes Romeo." Touma commentated with a chuckle, which earned him a glare from Index, who shook her fist at him. "I'll get you someday, Toouummmaaaaa! And when I do…"

Touma felt a familiar sensation; Misaki's index finger and thumb had, through some dark magic, found their way to her husband's forehead. Touma closed his eyes, mockingly cringing in feigned dread.

Flick.

"Our compromise, husband? Hmm?" Misaki pried, looking at her soul mate sternly. She pointed the index finger of the same hand she'd just flicked him with at him. Touma looked into his wife's peculiar, starry eyes – eyes he thought were two of the most beautiful things in the world. As her husband's eyes looked into her own, Misaki's heart melted.

Misaki's finger found its way to the tip of Touma's nose, and she giggled as she gave him a gentle, loving poke.

"Hello! How was everything tonight? To your liking, I hope?" Ryuu asked. He stood some feet away from the booth, a small, leather booklet, and a pen in hand.

"Absolutely; everything was brilliant. Thank you so much for your wonderful service this evening!" Misaki complimented. Their waiter's face lit up, and his lips curled into a small, confident smile.

"Seriously; you did great." Touma commented, giving the boy a thumbs up.

"T-thank you! I… I really a-appreciate it! I-it means a lot to me, to know that I'm doing a good job, here." Ryuu stated. He approached, and placed the leather booklet on the booth's table, opened it, and, removing the pen's lid, circled the Kamijous' bill. Kamijou Misaki and Kamijou Touma looked it over, both nodding in agreement – it seemed that everything checked out alright, at ¥3070.82

"Will you be paying with cash or a debit or credit card this evening?" Ryuu inquired, as he stepped back to give his employer's customers their personal space.

"Cash, please." Misaki replied, before she proceeded to open her purse, and began to dig through it.

"She's the boss," Touma commented, and Ryuu chuckled. Index, who still stood off to the side, looked to Touma and smiled. She pointed to the restrooms, which weren't too far from her family's booth. Touma nodded, to confirm that everything was copasetic, and Index took her leave.

Misaki, who had fished out her handbag, placed the amount due on the receipt, along with a generous tip of ¥808. She zipped her handbag back up, placed it carefully into her purse, and slung the fashionable traveling companion back over her shoulder.

"Thank you for choosing to dine at Joseph's Coffee and Restaurant, this evening! If you have any compliments, complaints, general comments, or just want to drop us a line, you can visit us on our website. I hope you guys have a wonderful night." Ryuu said, a genuine smile on his face. He gave a nod, and took his leave.

Some few minutes passed, and Index, who had just emerged from the restroom, hands scrubbed clean and dried to the point of obsessiveness, stopped in place. The nun experienced a strange surge of sudden determination, and, with a nod to her approaching guardians, made her move.

Kamijou Index was overcome by tunnel vision. One foot after the other, her arms swaying as casually as she could make them at her sides, Index approached the boy named Ryuu. Her long, silver hair swayed from side to side in rhythm with her arms, and, before long, Index had closed the distance between herself and the boy named Ryuu. Index breathed deeply, nervousness coursing through her body, which caused her heart to beat quickly. For some reason, Index felt that she was doing something wrong, something that she wasn't supposed to be doing. Shaking off the thought, Index clenched her fists.

"H-hi!"

Ryuu looked up from his smartphone, and offered an awkward, but gentle and friendly smile to Index. To Ryuu, someone who had lived in Academy City his entire life, this woman was a strange sight to behold. She looked to be dressed like a nun, at least, her clothes resembled the habit worn by a nun. Her long, white robes, trimmed with golden fabric accented her attractive feminine form. Her odd, yet beautiful silver hair trailed down her back, and nearly touched the floor, and her azure eyes were deeply intriguing to Ryuu.

"H… H-hey! Is everything okay? The bill wasn't wrong or anything, was it?" Ryuu inquired, and Index shook her head.

"N-no! Absolutely not, everything came out just fine!" Index responded, folding her hands behind her back.

"I'm just going to handle this with a different mindset; I'm trying to make a new friend, that's all! I've done it before, and I'll do it again! Yeah, friends are great!"

"I… I was w-wondering if you'd like to exchange… phone numbers? I'd love to make friends with you! I'm always looking for new friends, and you seem r-really nice!" Index stated. The nun's heart jumped into her throat, and she felt terrified, for a split second. She felt like she was making a complete idiot of herself. Index thought she'd be laughed off, or that the boy, who was clearly shy, would feel intimidated, and would run away.

Except, nothing of the sort happened. Rather, the boy named Ryuu blushed heavily, and offered Index a warm smile.

"Uhh… hahaha, sure! I don't see why not! I… uh, sorry! I'm not really used to this s-sort of thing! Here, I-I'll give you mine! I-if you want, you can t-text me anytime you want! When I'm not working, I'm… uh… not doing a whole lot of anything, really… just school." Ryuu replied. He and the oddly dressed, but stunningly beautiful woman exchanged phone numbers, both blushing rather heavily, more out of a mutual lack of understanding of these types of situations than any sort of "love at first sight".

Index thanked the boy named Ryuu kindly, and, with a small, playful wave, walked swiftly over to her waiting guardians. The three didn't exchange words, as they left Joseph's Coffee and Restaurant.

"I… I did it, on my first try! I t-talked to a b-boy I d-don't know!" Index exclaimed, ecstatic, as the three stepped out from the restaurant's interior; Index pumped her fists in the air as she twirled, her hair floating on the breeze as she did so. Touma ruffled Index's hair with his left hand, once she had decided that enough twirling was enough.

"Good job, Index. When's the wedding ceremony?" Touma inquired, chuckling to himself. Index stuck her tongue out at her guardian, and then proceeded to run behind him. The nun leapt onto his back. Index wrapped her arms and legs around her guardian. Touma, the gentle giant that he was, had no difficulties when it came to piggybacking his dependent.

Misaki produced her phone, raised it up to the faces of her husband and adopted dependent, and snapped a picture. "So adorable! I simply could not pass up the chance!" Misaki exclaimed in glee, as she swooned.

Some time had passed, and three of the four Kamijous had arrived back at their apartment complex. Index hadn't spoken much; she had spent most of the trip home with her head lazily rested on her guardian's shoulder. Misaki and Touma had walked arm in arm, and hand in hand, deeply contented. The couple hadn't spoke much either, but they hadn't needed to.

"Alright, oh glorious Ojou-Sama, Kamijou Index; ride's over." Touma stated. Index incoherently complained as she slid down from Touma's back.

"Tired now. Excitement, food, love. Sleep soon." Index mumbled after a few seconds had passed since her last attempt at speaking. Misaki lovingly took Index into her arms, and kissed her on the forehead as Touma called for the elevator.

Once the elevator arrived – Touma was surprised that it even did, the trio stepped into the vacant car, pressed their floor's number into the elevator's keypad, and proceeded to play the ever-beloved waiting game.

"You have reached: floor eight! If this is your destination, please exit now! Thank you, and have a wonderful day!"

The elevator's doors split open. Kamijou Misaki, aiding the groggy-looking, half-awake Kamijou Index, followed by a chuckling Kamijou Touma stepped out as the doors closed behind them. Touma inserted the key into the lock on the door of his family's apartment, turned the key to the left, and gently pushed the door open. He held it open, only closing it after one of his two dependents and his wife stepped through.

"I am going to put Index to bed, and check on the One-Eyed Menace, my sunshine. I will return for you." Misaki stated, pointing a finger at Touma and winking. Touma nodded in anticipation, offering his wife a desiring grin, as he approached their couch, and threw himself down onto it.

"At least this time around I don't feel like I'm dying, eh, Sphinx?" Touma rhetorically asked the cat, who sat upright, and next to him on the couch, as if it were imitating a human; he didn't expect his family's elderly pet to verbally respond, but it wouldn't have surprised him if it did.

"Mrrreeow." Sphinx replied; it might've meant something in Cat.

Touma placed his left hand on Sphinx's head, and ran his fingers all the way down to the center of the elderly feline's back. Sphinx purred in content, and nuzzled its old friend's hand.

As Misaki left Index's room, Touma heard a triumphant shout from Othinus, who apparently remained with Index. "Bow to your overlord, pathetic mortals! I CONQUER! Where are your guts now, you spiky-haired jester?!"

Kamijou Misaki, giggling, softly closed the door to Index's room behind her. She didn't move, but, instead, raised her arm. With her hand extended, Misaki wiggled her left hand's index finger in Touma's direction, and slowly ran her tongue across her lips. Misaki raised her eyebrows, turned away from her husband, and slowly walked into their bedroom.

Touma looked down at Sphinx, who cocked its head.

"Gotta go. Take care of yourself, you old coot." Touma said. He raised his open left hand to his forehead, and saluted. Sphinx stared at Touma for a moment, before it proceeded to begin bathing. The Bearer of the Imagine Breaker rose up from his seat on the couch, and began to eagerly walk towards he and his wife's bedroom, their personal sanctum of love and adoration, a place where no darkness dared to, or could tread.

Softly, slowly opening the door, fingers wrapped around the cool wooden frame, Touma poked his head into his bedroom. It was so warm, so comforting, and so familiar; their bedroom wasn't large, by any means, but it didn't have to be.

In the upper center of the Kamijous' bedroom sat a spacious bed, that took up most of the room's space – to its immediate left, there was a small walk-in closet that contained the married couple's various outfits. To the immediate right, there was a large shelf, which was almost entirely occupied by baubles of emotional significance to the couple. One shelf contained Misaki's wedding veil, her gown, which was neatly folded, and the high-heeled shoes Misaki had worn on the day in which she had left the name "Shokuhou Misaki" behind. Next to it, was the neatly folded tuxedo, which Touma had worn, on the day that everything changed for the better. On another shelf, there were various trinkets, some of which had been won by the couple at arcades, and some of which had been purchased as gifts. There was one trinket in particular which sat in a space of its own. It was a long, thin silver whistle, which was attached to a thin silver chain.

Kamijou Touma had encountered this scene, or a scene like this, many times in his life. There was a woman in the midst of undressing herself, her top pulled from her body and tossed aside. Her tight-fitting leggings were halfway down her long, silky smooth-looking legs, and her flowing, golden hair which had been allowed to fall straight down, ran down her back, and over her shoulders. This wasn't a scene of misfortune, which would end in Touma being attacked – at least not in a way he disliked.

Kamijou Touma confidently stepped into he and his wife's bedroom, and softly closed the door behind him. Kamijou Misaki, his soul mate, his one true love, who sat on the edge of their bed, looked up at Touma, and smiled warmly.

"I am glad that you decided to stop by. A week in which I can hardly find time to become intimate with my beloved husband, my big, juicy, delicious, mouth-watering husband… is a week that could do with improvement." Misaki purred, as she fully removed her leggings. She rose up from the bed, and approached Touma.

"You know, I actually had a dream about something like this earlier. Difference was, we were in Tokiwadai… you woke me up before we could get to it, oh evil one." Touma joked, taking Misaki into his arms. Kamijou Misaki tugged at her husband's shirt, and looked up at him longingly.

"Let me show you how evil I can be. Get those clothes off, and join me in bed. I want to feel your bare body against my own; it has been too long." Misaki stated firmly. Touma, who felt more than a little sexually needy, proceeded to shed his layers of fabric skin, and reverted to the primal outfit all humans were born in, and in which all humans would pass on with.

Kamijou Touma made haste; he climbed up onto he and his wife's bed, just as Kamijou Misaki finished with the removal of her undergarments. Misaki laid herself down, head resting comfortably against a pair of stacked pillows. Misaki opened her arms, and physically encouraged Touma to climb into her arms; he did so without a second of hesitation.

Misaki's muscular arms gripped tightly around Touma's back. She looked up at her beloved prince, and her starry eyes locked with Touma's own dark eyes.

"Do you know just how long I have been waiting for this, my prince? Do you know just how long I have been craving for you and I to take to this paradise of ours, lock ourselves away from the outside world, and lose ourselves? Do you know just how long I have waited to be pleasured by you, Kamijou Touma?" Misaki inquired, her lips quivering along with the rest of her body, which shook with anticipation.

Kamijou Touma lost all sense of self-control; any restraint he might've had was broken. Touma dove towards his wife's neck, and, as his naked body rubbed against hers, he began to ravenously kiss. His eyes closed, and Kamijou Touma was lost in his adoration of Kamijou Misaki's body. Misaki's nails dug into his back as she struggled to keep her pleasured, ecstatic moans under control. The pain, though dull, served only to further turn Touma on, and it upped his body's high.

"K… Kamijou Touma, you are the only man I ever want! The only person! You, you, you, you, you… you… Kamijou Touma, you are… you are my lifeblood!" Misaki hissed between clenched teeth. Misaki, even in the throes of such deep pleasure, ensured that she was gentle with her handling of her husband. She gently coaxed Touma's lips to the other side of her neck, as she felt her body producing moisture. "Do the o-other side! I want to be kissed, and licked, and touched from top to bottom by you! Don't you dare even think about stopping!" Misaki whispered, the passion in her voice beyond evident. Kamijou Misaki was in heaven. Her entire body felt euphoric; she felt like she understood everything. Misaki's mind felt clear.

Kamijou Touma grunted in response, as if he had well and truly reverted to animalistic proto-human instincts. Touma's hands fell to his wife's hips, and he grasped them tightly as he continued with his savage feast. Kamijou Misaki could just barely reign in her moans.

As if compelled by some unknown force, Kamijou Touma removed himself from his wife's ravaged neck. Panting along with her husband, Misaki began to respond in kind by pressing her lips against her husband's great, muscular chest.

"You make me fucking wild, Misaki. I barely even breathed while I was in there… fuck me, you're a goddess. But I'm not done just yet." Touma stated. He sat up, the moaning, salivating Misaki still latched to him, and let his eyes soak in the natural beauty of his wife's form – a form which he would soon submit to. "I'm pretty sure we had a compromise."

"Oh?" Misaki asked, intrigued, ceasing her kissing as she looked up at her husband. Kamijou Misaki's lips curled into a devious grin. "I am fairly sure that you voided our contract, my sunshine. The terms and agreements stated that, if you were a good boy, I would allow you to have your fun with me; but you misbehaved. What a shame!" Misaki purred, as she proceeded to overpower her husband. Touma playfully fought back, chuckling as his wife forcibly mounted him.

"Can you at least lean down a little bit, oh mighty Ojou-Sama? Your chest is fucking amazing, but I'd rather not just lay here and look at it." Touma spoke. As his hands reached up to latch onto Misaki's bosom, she, with a devilish giggle, restrained her husband's arms; she grasped each of his wrists, and pinned them to the bed.

"Not fair." Touma grumbled. The two looked into one another's eyes, mock-sternness glowing in them, both of their lips curled into a forced frown before they both broke down laughing.

"How can I say no to you, my sunshine? I never could, and it seems that I still cannot. Entertain yourself." Misaki purred, as she began to slowly lower her bosom towards Touma's eager face.

Touma's lips and tongue went to work; chills crawled down Misaki's spine, and she began to speak again. Or, at least, she tried to.

"Oh… oh, oh, my… oh, my, GOD… I… I cannot even… speak… so good… your tongue knows just what to do, as do your lips… you are such a perverted man, Kamijou Touma! I love it!" Kamijou Misaki hissed, as she pulled herself away; if Misaki was going to lay out the terms and conditions of their newest "compromise", she would first need to compose herself.

"I was really enjoying myself, beautiful. Fuuuuck, I've missed those," Touma panted. He continued to playfully fight against his wife's dominion, but he couldn't seem to get loose.

"I am glad that you… enjoy them so much." Misaki panted, smiling, her cheeks glowing pinkish red. "It is not fair for me to deny you of your favorite pastime, I suppose; I am going to dismount, and then, sick-minded husband of mine, let loose, and indulge in your dirty little kink."

True to her word, as always, Kamijou Misaki cautiously climbed off from Kamijou Touma, and sat herself back down on the bed. Touma swiftly clambered onto his knees, and moved in for the kill; before he began the feeding frenzy, however, he looked to his wife expectantly, and raised an eyebrow. "Beautiful? Could you help me out, here? You know…" Touma cryptically inquired.

Kamijou Misaki's lips curled into a small, seductive grin. She knew exactly what her husband was referring to. "Of course, everything. Anything to help my man get off." Misaki's facial expression became serious, she raised an eyebrow quizzically, as her expression changed from serious to snobbish in a split second. Misaki harnessed what remained of her inner Ojou-Sama, and, as gently as she could manage, grasped Touma's shoulders, pulled him towards her, and, with the index finger of her right hand, pointed to her upper thigh.

"Kiss. Now. Don't disappoint me."

"Yes, my Queen."

As he began to kiss one of his favorite parts of his wife's body, Touma didn't know for certain what it was specifically about this particular roleplaying scenario that brought him such deep, fulfilling pleasure; he hadn't always enjoyed this sort of thing, but when he discovered the part of him that enjoyed being completely submissive to his soul mate, it was something he knew he liked.

Kamijou Touma's warm, wet lips slid across, and around Kamijou Misaki's upper thigh as he passionately kissed, his dedication to the task that had been set before him unwavering. Misaki wanted to moan in pleasure, or force her husband's wonderful, skilled mouth to another nearby part of her body that desperately needed to be taken care of, but both could potentially shatter the illusion that Touma enjoyed so much. Instead, Misaki kept her head held high, kept her eyes closed, and crossed her arms beneath her bosom.

For some time, Touma continued, until Misaki took the reigns again.

"Satisfactory. Now, lower, and lick. Enough kissing." Misaki commanded. She pointed to a specific spot, just beneath her knee. A pleasured giggle nearly escaped her lips, but for the sake of her beloved's own pleasure, she held it back.

"Of course… my Queen…" Touma mumbled; the words practically fell from his mouth, so deep was he in heavenly fulfilment. His tongue moved, and Kamijou Misaki simply couldn't hold back; a moan fled from her lips, and, as Touma continued, undeterred, she did her best to pick up the pieces of the shattered illusion.

"Satisfactory. You have given me pleasure, but do not let yourself think that your job is anything more than satisfactory." Misaki stated firmly. She tried to pry out what pieces remained of the fourteen-year-old Ojou-Sama from within her, but there were few to be found. "It would appear that the ancient ways taught to me in Tokiwadai Middle School have faded. I will carry on without them; my everything deserves a nice, relaxing, pleasuring roleplay, and I will provide for him, as he provides for me everything that I could ever want."

This roleplaying scenario continued for close to two hours, and the movements of Touma's tongue were close to drawing another moan from Misaki.

"I know I'm not worthy, my Queen." Touma spoke; she could tell that he, too was on the verge of laughing. Still, Misaki could see, plain as day, just by looking below Touma's waist that he was having the time of his life. Misaki vocalized a snobbish "humph", and nodded.

"You're all fools! I quit! I don't know what a "Chinese finger trap" is, and I don't think I wish to become one! What in my name is wrong with you mortals?!" Othinus demanded from within Index's room, her voice full of irritation.

Kamijou Touma placed one final kiss to his wife's leg, kissed her other leg a single time, and then proceeded to scoop Misaki into his arms, chuckling as he did so. Misaki giggled as she rested her head against her husband's chest. She took her husband into her own embrace, and sighed contentedly.

"Thanks for playing along, beautiful. I… I needed that. I've been dying to just let it all out." Touma spoke, stretching, as he laid himself down on he and his wife's bed; she was subsequently laid down with him. Misaki didn't mind one bit; it was the perfect chance for the two to get rested for the weekend.

"You get so cuddly once you are satisfied. I love it, baby, and I love you. You are welcome, by the way. I always want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel like the prince that you are." Misaki lovingly replied. Touma smiled, and, with his left hand, squeezed his beloved wife's rear.

"The night has drawn to a close, and, though I crave for a long, satisfying lovemaking session, I feel we would both perform better on a full night's sleep, my prince. How do you feel about that?" Misaki inquired. Touma smiled warmly, and nodded in agreement; he seemed to be on the verge of passing out. "Yeah, beautiful. That… works for me. I love you too."

Misaki kissed her husband's chest, snuggled as closely to him as she could, and closed her eyes. Within mere seconds, Kamijou Touma had begun to softly snore, and, not long after, Kamijou Misaki, held so tightly in the powerful arms of Kamijou Touma, joined him in slumber.