Quick thing: thanks, Arashi walker, for favoriting! It's great to have you on board.
Whwsms: I'm glad you enjoyed reading chapter four as much as I enjoyed writing it! What PROTECT really is will, as you predicted, be unveiled in due time.
As for any potential skills Misaki has learned from Kamijou Shiina… eheheh. When Misaki's able to show them off, I think you'll enjoy yourself greatly.
Sogiita Gunha is far too gutsy of a person to change; to guts, or not to guts? That is the question.
I'm glad you enjoyed reading that scene as much as I enjoyed writing it – there'll be more to come. I'm very aware of the innuendo. Thank you for the compliment! I appreciate it greatly.
I like to think that this piece and A Certain Strange Scenario take place in their own alternate timeline and alternate universe respectively, though that's entirely just my own weird little head thing. Kamachi's canon, is, of course, prime; everything belongs to the man, and to claim otherwise would be both legally and morally bankrupt. I have no reason not to confess that my skill in this craft pales in comparison to Kamachi-sensei's own skill, but I thank you for your kind words, friend. I'd have to agree – I'd really like to see Misaki x Touma become a thing, no matter how unlikely.
321jaz: It was my pleasure!
I'm glad you enjoyed the Kamijous' interactions in chapter four! I think it'll be interesting to see, as well. Index's developments as a person have been stunted too long by the situation she's found herself in, being a core part of the Magic Side, something only a handful of people even know about.
I'm pleased to hear that you enjoyed it so much! I hope you enjoy reading about their future interactions as much as I'll enjoy writing about them. I have to say, I do, too; if only the lad had any idea as to who "GUTS54321" and "Olivia" really were.
I'm so glad that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it; as I said to whwsms, there'll be plenty more where that scene came from. Innuendos galore, I know.
A Certain Strange Scenario chapter twenty-one is up! I hope you enjoy/enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
DarkBetrayer: "Aww", or perhaps, "oh no", depending on your worldview. You make a very interesting point, and it's one that's going to be addressed as Index continues to experience development.
It really is, isn't it? I can only imagine her reaction. She'd likely become completely obsessed with destroying her foe, to the point of absurdity. Will such a thing occur? Time will tell. There are some very skilled buttonmashers out there, DB-sensei.
Hilem: You could be onto something, or Index and her pals could be moving into something much deeper. We'll soon find out, won't we?
Ah, Gunha. As times change, some people stay the same. Or do they? You make a good point; I didn't consciously base any other character aside from Draco on existing Toaru characters, but perhaps I based other Bloody Fist parodies on existing Toaru character subconsciously? Interesting. I'm glad you enjoyed the lad's username – it might seem a bit like a stereotype, but, you know how kids are these days.
Did Othinus catch wind of the mating ritual of Kami-yan, or was she simply frustrated due to, from the sounds of it, being harassed online? Read on, and the answers might just reveal themselves.
Thank you, friend! I appreciate the compliment very much. I hope you enjoy chapter five of Times Change!
October 9th, 2014. 11:33 AM.
There was a terrible weight on his body, one that threatened to crush his thin, physically weak form if he didn't escape it immediately. Accelerator's eyes opened; slowly, Academy City's "top dog" blinked the crust from his eyes. He looked down, and, to his surprise, he found the sleeping form of Last Order.
Half of her was sprawled out over Accelerator's body, while the other half was snuggled into the couch. One of her legs hung over Accelerator's own, while the other dangled over the couch's adjacent arm. One of Last Order's arms was wrapped around Accelerator's thin, scrawny torso; the other curved awkwardly just above his head.
"I'm always waking up to one of you fucking brats…" The number one ranked esper complained, smiling thinly as he did so. He maneuvered his hand to Last Order's head, and gently ruffled the clone's hair. Last Order fidgeted in place, then snorted, but did not awaken.
Something in the crimson-eyed esper's higher mind didn't want him to rise up, but, he knew he had to. There were things to be done. Accelerator poked Last Order's cheek, and, when she still failed to awaken, he proceeded to gently chop her on the head.
"W… what? Where is MISAKA? Asks MISAKA MISAKA, confused, as she doesn't remember falling asleep here," Last Order mumbled.
"Fucking brat. Get off me," Accelerator complained. Last Order looked to Accelerator, and offered him a warm, adoring smile that melted the "top dog's" icy heart, though he would never admit that it did.
"MISAKA doesn't want to get up; MISAKA wants to stay with you… because… MISAKA is lazy, MISAKA MISAKA says, admitting to her own unhealthy behavior." Last Order responded with a giggle. She found herself being forced off, as Accelerator proceeded to gently, but repeatedly chop her head. Last Order, avoiding Accelerator's spindly legs, rose up from the couch, and shook her head about to toss her bangs from her eyes.
"Where's the other brat? I usually wake up with both of you clinging to me like a couple of fucking parasites," Accelerator mumbled, as he flicked his choker and sat up. He cracked his neck from side to side, and placed his hands on his knees. "Going to have to charge this stupid thing soon."
"MISAKA thinks that the inferior unit is in her room; MISAKA comes to this conclusion because she never saw the inferior unit come downstairs, MISAKA MISAKA theorizes using basic logic." Last Order said, her chin cupped in her hand as she rubbed it thoughtfully.
Accelerator's neck violently turned to face Last Order, his crimson eyes staring into Last Order's own. One of his snow white eyebrows rose higher than the other, and his left eye twitched.
"Last Order… did you see Worst's friend… leave?" Accelerator inquired, his teeth bared. Veins bulged on the back of Accelerator's neck, as his forehead began to throb.
"… MISAKA didn't see Yamashita-san depart last night… MISAKA MISAKA admits, fearing for the fate of Yamashita-san…" Last Order spoke quietly, her hands behind her back. She rocked back and forth awkwardly on her heels and toes.
Accelerator, with deadly intent, rose up from the couch. His face grew redder and redder by the second. Last Order took to her adoptive guardian's side, and took his hand in her own. Accelerator turned to the younger-elder clone, and saw the concern in her eyes, as he looked into them. Accelerator clicked his tongue in annoyance, and, as if soothed, Academy City's strongest took a deep breath; his scrawny torso sank inwards as he inhaled, and then expanded as he exhaled.
Climbing the stairs to the second floor of their home, Last Order and Accelerator looked to one another, and then to the door that lead into Worst's room. Last Order took the lead, and, with a mighty shove, burst into Worst's room like an Anti Skill officer leading a drug bust. The younger-elder clone stumbled, nearly tripping over her own feet in her grogginess. Accelerator, who stepped into Worst's room behind her, was less clumsy.
The two observed the scene laid out before them; Misaka Worst was passed out on, rather than within the covers of her bed, still clothed in the outfit she had changed into when she had gotten home the previous night. Laying on her stomach, Worst's legs dangled over the foot of the bed, a pillow was laying comfortably on her head, and she snored rather loudly. In the bed, Worst was alone.
"Tch… I'm checking the closet." Accelerator whispered. Last Order shrugged. "MISAKA was hoping that she and you would catch the inferior unit in a compromising situation, MISAKA MISAKA confesses, revealing her secret love for drama," Last Order mumbled, before she left the room. Accelerator heard the sounds of her sock-clad feet slapping against the staircase as he turned to the closet.
Ripping the closet's door open with a powerful yank, Accelerator peered inside. Various pieces of clothing, a faded, dust-covered Orders to Engage poster depicting a charging cyborg soldier, stacks of manga, none of which were wholesome, and a pile of Accelerator's old shirts, were contained within the closet; there were no pyrokinesists to be found.
"Tch. Fucking…"
"Ouh, tou-san! Misaka didn't think you were that jealous!"
Accelerator spun on his heel, teeth bared. Misaka Worst had awakened; she had rolled onto her side, and supported her head with her right arm, her hand pressed against the side of her head. Her left arm laid on her torso, and snaked down to her rear. Worst's fingers ran seductively over her posterior. Worst slowly, methodically rubbed her legs together, and raised her eyebrows.
"Worst, you fucking brat. Knock it off." Accelerator commanded. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, and moved towards the open door of Worst's room.
"Tou-san is sexually frustrated, and Misaka just wants to help! Tou-san knows he can use Misaka's womb whenever he wants; tou-san needs to stop being such a tsundere," Worst taunted.
Accelerator glared at Worst for a few moments, before he shook his head, and left, as Worst continued to taunt and tease him.
As he began to climb down the stairs, Worst swiftly emerged from her room, and was quick to take to his side. "Misaka should've figured this was the case; tou-san wants to invite the Control Tower, too! Misaka can suck you dry, while you eat the Control Tower's…"
"WORST!" Accelerator exclaimed angrily, chopping her gently on the head. "Shut it. Enough."
Worst cackled, loudly, planted a kiss on Accelerator's cheek before he could avoid her lips, and rushed past her adoptive guardian. She ran down the stairs, and turned into the doorway that lead to the kitchen.
Accelerator roughly ran his hand over the spot which Worst had kissed, and shook his head slightly, causing his snow white hair to flutter about. The feeling confused Accelerator. Academy City's "top dog" felt an odd twinge of… something deep in his gut.
As he descended the last step of the staircase, and turned into the kitchen, directly across from the television room, he found Worst, with a box of cereal, sitting at the table. The bag within the box that contained the cereal itself had been crudely torn open, and the box laid on its side. Worst looked up to Accelerator and flashed him a devilish grin, as she forced her arm into the bag. A few seconds of rummaging later, and her arm, along with her closed fist, filled with cereal emerged.
"Oi, brat. Where's the other one?" Accelerator inquired as he pulled out the chair directly across from Worst, and unceremoniously plopped himself onto its seat.
"The Control Tower went to the washroom, probably to purdy herself up. Misaka has always been superior to the Control Tower; Misaka doesn't need makeup," Worst remarked, as she shoved the handful of cereal into her mouth.
"Tch. Don't insult your fucking sister." Accelerator chastised.
"Tou-san is such a tou-san! AWWW!" Worst squealed, plunging her arm back into the cereal box to retrieve more.
Last Order knelt before the bathtub of her home's bathroom. Warm, relaxing water poured from the tap and over her chestnut brown hair, which hung in her face. Closing her eyes, Last Order proceeded to scrub the last of the shampoo from her hair. Aided by the stream of warm water, Last Order's fingers danced around her scalp, along the back of her neck, and, finally, behind her ears.
"By water be purged, MISAKA MISAKA exclaims enthusiastically, voicing her desire to have her hair fresh and clean!" Last Order spoke aloud to no one in particular, as the last of the pink, bubbly shampoo fled from her hair and into the bathtub. Turning off the tap, Last Order quickly reached behind her, and grasped onto the towel that sat on the toilet. As she wrapped it around her soaking wet hair, Last Order clothed herself in a fuzzy, light green housecoat that hung on the back of the bathroom's metallic door.
Last Order's phone, which sat in the first of three baskets of the nearby "bathroom necessities rack" buzzed. The elder-younger clone picked it up, unlocked it, and saw that a new text message had arrived from "Index K." Opening it, Last Order scanned her eyes over the message.
"Hey! Dork! Did you get my text? Answer back, please! I'm bored, Touma and Misaki are sleeping, and Othinus is in her house. Taaalkkkk ttooooo meeeeee!"
Last Order giggled, and scrolled up to see the previous night's message. The elder-younger clone raised an eyebrow at the topic of discussion, and she began to tap her fingers on the sink behind her. Once she had let the message's words sink in, Last Order began to form her own reply.
"u think? idk theres a lot of ppl (mostly girls) who want first savior but wont rly do nething cus second saviors a badass. whos the girl this time?"
Just as Last Order was about to place her phone down, another text message came; again, from "Index K".
"Nobody, not yet, at least. I'd just like to be prepared in case."
Last Order nodded in agreement, even if Index couldn't see it, and replied with a simple "kk". She slipped her feet into a pair of fluffy green slippers, which sat in the center of the mat beneath the sink. Opening the bathroom door and emerging, she made her way to the kitchen, with the intent of sating her body's sudden pleas for food.
"The Control Tower's here! Let's begin, tou-san!" Worst exclaimed, leaping up from her chair and pointing at her elder-younger sister.
"Worst, you're being a bigger goddamn brat than usual today. What the fuck's up with you?" Accelerator inquired; he leaned haphazardly against the backrest of his chair, one arm dangling behind the chair itself.
"Misaka's just trying to win tou-san's heart; if the Savior can get rid of his harem, you can get rid of yours, too!" Worst jabbed, breaking down into a cackling fest as she spat out the last words of her proclamation.
"What's this about harems? MISAKA MISAKA asks, inquiring as to the nature of Accelerator's conversation with the inferior unit," Last Order questioned as she sat herself down next to Accelerator. She crossed one leg over the other, and pulled the box of cereal in her direction, as Worst went to grab for it. Worst snarled defensively.
"Don't listen to Worst, she's being a fucking brat. I don't have a goddamn harem; but, yeah, I guess that stupid hero did get rid of all his girls, didn't he? It's almost surreal. How the fuck does he go from being "Kami-yan the Harem King" to being married to the fifth ranked? Still fucks me up. I guess it makes enough sense, if I give it a moment of thought. The fifth ranked just beat them all up… heh." Accelerator grumbled.
"That's the power of true love, MISAKA MISAKA states, in full support of the Saviors' relationship." Last Order spoke, with proudness in her tone of voice.
"Don't start with that shit, goddamn brat." Accelerator snapped. He pulled the cereal box to himself, yanking it away from Last Order, who had managed to gobble down three handfuls. Last Order pouted, and crossed her arms beneath her bosom as she produced an irritated "humph". Accelerator took a handful from the box, and dropped it into his open mouth.
Worst's phone buzzed in her shorts' pocket; she produced it, and looked at the screen as she unlocked the device. There was one new text message from "Minion #1".
"Worst! Lets go on the streets and tell people how much we love them. Ive got ideas. hmu asap."
Misaka Worst's lips curled into a sinister grin. She stuffed her phone back into the pocket of her shorts, and snatched the cereal box from her guardian, only to find that little more than crumbs remained in the box.
"Misaka's going to get freshened up, then Misaka's got places to be, tou-san, Control Tower. Don't have too much fun without Misaka!" Worst proclaimed, before she rose up from the table.
"You just woke up. Where the fuck are you going?" Accelerator demanded, in something of a growl. Worst shot Accelerator a look, proceeded to place her thumb against her forehead, and wiggled her fingers.
"Misaka's a grown woman, Misaka doesn't have to answer to tou-san! Misaka is strong and independent! Misaka's going to see her minion, if tou-san has to know. Don't fret! Misaka's womb belongs to tou-san," Worst stated, placing her hands on her hips.
Accelerator found himself feeling aggravated, for reasons he couldn't possibly begin to understand. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, and then shrugged with feigned indifference. "Whatever, brat. Let me know what you're getting into from time to time, or I'll fucking hunt you down."
Worst cackled, and offered Accelerator a flirtatious wave as she left the kitchen, hips swaying from side to side as she walked.
"Hey? Is there something wrong? Want to talk to MISAKA about it, MISAKA MISAKA offers, concerned by your behavior." Last Order whispered into her adoptive guardian's ear.
"Nothing you need to worry about, brat," Accelerator grumbled. His vision was glued to the table before him, and his left leg fidgeted. Last Order put her arm around her guardian's narrow shoulders, and rested her head on his shoulder. The towel that Last Order's hair was wrapped in brushed up against Accelerator's neck, and it made his body shiver slightly.
October 9th, 2014. 12:03 PM.
Kamijou Misaki's waking mind regained control over her body, as she became conscious. She listened unconsciously; her mind thought that she'd heard something. Misaki found herself held tightly in her husband's arms; as well, she found her own arms around her beloved's waist. The side of his face was nestled gently against the top of her head.
There was nothing to be heard, and so the young woman decided to take advantage of her situation. Misaki sighed, and snuggled closer to Touma's slumbering form. She felt the quick, rhythmic movements of his beating heart, and moved her head slightly, so that her ear was pressed up against her husband's chest. She listened to his heartbeat, and butterflies flew about in her lower torso. It was beating surprisingly fast, though it soon slowed down, back to the pace Misaki knew to be regular.
The young woman sighed contentedly. She cherished the moment in which she could feel her beloved soul mate's unclothed body against her own. Misaki kissed Touma's bare chest, and tightened her embrace.
"My prince." Misaki mumbled, as her eyes began to close again. In Touma's arms, her own body pressed against his warm, muscular form, Misaki could feel her eyes becoming heavy.
"M-Misa… ki…?... Misa… ki…!"
There was a deeply unsettling tone in Kamijou Touma's voice; Kamijou Misaki's eyes shot back open, and she felt dread well up on her chest. Her stomach twisted and writhed, and Misaki was consumed by panic. Something was wrong with her husband; his sleeping mind's unconscious words were filled with raw terror. The fear in her normally headstrong and unfaltering husband's voice was absolutely painful for Misaki to hear. Kamijou Misaki instantly knew what was happening, and swiftly sat up. Her head spun as she was pulled from the edge of consciousness.
"MI… saki… In… Oth… Nyaaauu?!" Another semi-conscious exclamation came from Touma's mouth.
"Baby! Baby, wake up. Precious, listen to me, I am right here, and I always will be! You are just dreaming," Misaki whispered into her husband's ear, gently slapping his cheeks with her hands. Misaki kissed her husband over and over, passionately smacking her lips against her beloved's, but he still seemed to be trapped in his unconscious prison. Misaki placed her hands on Touma's shoulders, and gave him a gentle shake. "Baby, wake up! I am right here, I am with you, please, listen to me! You are just dreaming!" Misaki hissed, panic rising within her. She gave Touma a thorough shaking, which, to her relief, roused him.
"MISAKI!" Touma yelled, as his eyes shot open. The young woman jumped, but reigned in her senses. Misaki peered into Touma's dark eyes, and saw how wild they looked. She saw the painful fear in them. Her husband panted, his arms were thrown around her form, and he pulled her close with great force. Misaki snuggled up to Touma, as closely as she could.
"Fuck… goddamn it… what… night… nightmare. Night terror. Ni-nightmare… terror. Daytime, sun's out, but… nightmare. Daymare. Only a dream, that's all. Wow, okay, that happened, but we're… we're here. No fire, no screaming, just us. Index and Othi-chan are… okay." Touma rambled.
"Sunshine, that is all it was; just a night terror! I am right here, baby. It is over, we will never allow anything to hurt our family. We are all safe," Misaki whispered comfortingly, as she rose back up. Touma's long, thick, violently shaking arms remained around her back. She placed a hand to her beloved's face, and softly ran her fingers over his cheek. As her thumb neared his lips, Touma kissed it. "Do you want to talk about it? What happened? What were you dreaming about?" Misaki pried.
"Can't really even think of a single thing that happened, outside of… little scattered bits, if we're talking about events… did it even have events? Beginnings, middles, ends? I can't quite… oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck yes I can! I'd rather not, I really don't want to, not right now… it was… it was us, not something you were doing, something being… can't, don't want to talk about it." Touma muttered. Misaki's heart broke as she heard the weakness in his speech, the tone of helplessness.
Kamijou Touma's grip tightened on his wife, the object of his complete undying adoration, a beautiful angel he had just witnessed suffering through unthinkable pain in a sickening night terror.
"It has been so long… what do you think brought this about? You seemed fine last night… I am fine, everything! It was just a terrible, terrible dream. If you do not want to talk about it, I will not push you to do so; if you feel like you want to, please, just tell me, and I will drop everything to listen to you," Misaki responded lovingly. Touma relinquished his grip, and let his arms fall away from his wife's body. He quickly took Misaki's available hand in to his own, his fingers interlocking with hers, and he held it as tightly as he could.
Misaki leaned in, removing her unavailable hand from Touma's cheek, and took her husband's other hand in her own. Misaki's nose connected with his, and Kamijou Misaki smiled warmly at Kamijou Touma.
"You are okay, and I am okay. Everyone in this house of peace and love is okay, everything." Misaki whispered in a soft, soothing tone of voice. "We live in a safe place, with many dedicated, devoted men and women to protect us; nothing is going to happen to our family, Kamijou Touma, you will not allow it, I will not allow it, and those we love and care for will not allow it."
Touma, his body still shaking, fought viciously against terror's forceful tugging on his mind. He curled his lips into a warm smile. "I know. I know, beautiful, it was all just in my stupid head, that's all. This is the real world, and everything's okay here! I mean, holy crap, how can everything NOT be okay? You're my wife, the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, you're Kamijou Misaki and… you're just so sweet, and smart, and gorgeous and talented and… we do everything together, and I love it!
"You try to humor all of the stupid things I like, and our life together is just so happy and so much fun. I really appreciate you, Misaki. I appreciate you more than I can say, I… I just don't have the words, but, that's why I'm so afraid of something… h-happening to you. I love you!" Touma said, fully smiling with a sudden glee.
Misaki giggled as she watched her husband grin. Touma's wide eyes shrunk back to their normal size, and his breathing slowed to its regular pace once again; despite his body's continued, albeit lessened shaking, Touma had freed himself from the grip of suffering; the couple would not abide suffering's presence in their paradise.
"Everything, my prince, nothing is going to happen to me. I love you too, more than anything. Thank you, my beloved husband. You are such a strong person, Kamijou Touma, and, I appreciate you, and everything you do, have done, and will do for me, so, so much. I do not simply humor everything you like; I like everything you like! You have such a unique, special taste in everything! You are an intelligent, confident, powerful man, my one and only Kamijou Touma! You are completely unique, there is no other person in this world like you. Some may be similar, in one way or another, but they are not you, Kamijou Touma… my Kamijou Touma," Misaki responded. Her smile was wide and warm; her cheeks had taken on a pinkish red color.
Kamijou Touma got himself into a different position; the young man moved himself downwards, so that his head was close to his wife's bosom; his intentions seemed to be innocent enough. Misaki knew what Touma wanted, and she was more than happy to provide. Kamijou Misaki began to run her hands through Touma's hair with one hand, while the other found itself nestled where her husband's neck and shoulder met. Touma closed his eyes, and allowed himself to be treasured by his smiling, adoring wife. The couple stayed in this position for a while.
"Are you… down to cuddle, now that we're both up? You're feeling this, right? If you want to get up, we can, just let me know?" Touma inquired, as he rolled over, which caused Misaki to roll with him on their bed. Misaki giggled happily as she did so, and took her husband into her arms, as he did her.
"Of course I am. You know how much I love cuddling with you, and how cuddly you are." Misaki responded, as she buried her face in her husband's chest. Misaki nuzzled him; her lips made passionate, long kisses to Touma's bare skin, as Touma played with his wife's blonde locks.
"Cuddly? I guess you could say that. I just know that I like the feeling of having you all to myself, beautiful. I like the feeling of being able to look at you, and know that you're mine," Touma said softly, as he continued to play with his wife's hair.
"I am yours, baby. I belong to you. I want to make you feel better, my love, the way you have always make me feel better when I am not feeling well," Misaki whispered, smiling as she continued to kiss her husband's chest. Misaki moved upwards, and pressed her lips to Touma's right collarbone. Her lips came together, then parted, and came back together, her tongue ran over the skin of Touma's collarbone, swirling clockwise, and then counterclockwise, as her hands began to reach down to the bulging, fleshy device that had begun to poke her lower body.
It was then that a realization dawned on Kamijou Misaki. She felt embarrassed, ashamed, and selfish. "Baby, I am sorry, I do not want to push myself onto you; you have only just awoken from a terrible nightmare, and I am sure that you are not feeling up to being groped. My body got the better of me."
Touma chuckled, and placed his index finger and thumb to his wife's chin, gently raising her head up. Touma looked into her starry eyes, and watched them glow, as daylight danced over her gorgeous pupils. Misaki blushed, but said no more as her smiling soul mate stared into her.
"It's cool, beautiful. We're still chummy."
Misaki proceeded to take Touma's hand back into her own, and, for a while, the couple simply laid there like that, looking into one another's eyes, smiling warmly at each other, and basking in the radiance of their respective existences, as the sun's rays beamed down onto their unclothed forms. They'd occasionally blink, and once, Touma burped, which made Misaki laugh softly.
"Hey, beautiful." Touma eventually spoke up.
"Mm?" Misaki inquired, as she began to rub the tip of her nose against Touma's own.
"… 'member the time you, me, and Tsuchimikado threw rocks at Aogami?"
Kamijou Misaki nearly spat as a laugh was torn from her throat. She reminisced, not only on the horrified face of the, at the time, deserving Aogami Pierce, but of the amused, laughing faces of she, her boyfriend and the Magic Side double agent, along with the disapproving face of the chastising Fukiyose Seiri.
"Not really something the most Ojou of all the Ojou-Samas of the preeeeestigiouuuuus Tokiwadai Middle School should've been doing, huh?" Touma rhetorically asked as he laughed along with his wife, whose arms tightened around him. The warmth of her body, and the protection he felt when being held by Misaki was, to him, like magic beyond anything the "Other Side" could ever produce.
"Oh, please. You corrupted me long ago, Kamijou Touma," Misaki jokingly scolded. She began to blush yet again, and pecked her husband on the lips; but it became more than a peck. Kamijou Touma's tongue invaded Kamijou Misaki's mouth, forcing its way towards Misaki's own tongue. Thoughts of pleasure, and thoughts of undying love destroyed the floodgates of Kamijou Misaki's mind, and washed over her consciousness. Her hands rushed to Touma's hair, and as he moaned and panted in ecstasy, Misaki began to softly, and gently run her fingers through his hair, and over his scalp. Shivers travelled down Touma's spine as he felt his lover's touch.
Like a gargantuan, serpentine beast emerging from a cavernous hole in the earth, Touma's tongue writhed against Misaki's own. The two serpents of flesh clashed and wrapped around one another, as Kamijou Misaki moaned as quietly as she possibly could, lost deep in the throes of pleasure.
Touma's body shivered nonstop, and his hands ran over his beloved partner's body, from top to bottom, as far as his arms could reach. Below the waist, Touma throbbed, and he felt the instinctual desire to fuse with his adored one. Touma forced his way on top; Misaki willingly followed his lead and rolled onto her back, but Touma didn't seem to be satisfied. Planting both hands adjacent to either side of her body, against their bed, Touma held himself over Misaki's form.
"Misaki, beautiful, are you in the mood for…"
"Yes, Touma, you… my… handsome, perfect, wonderful man, if you are, I am! I want you hard, I want you rough, and I want you as deep as you can possibly go. I want you so deep, I want to feel you throb for me. I want you to make love to me, and I want to make love to you, on this morning; I want you to FUCK me, Kamijou Touma. I want you to…"
Misaki was lifted from the bed by Touma, who scooped her up into his powerful arms; to Touma, she was as light as a feather. Lifting her hardly felt like he was lifting anything at all, even if Misaki was as large, and as powerfully built as he was.
"O-oh my… where are we going, my prince?" Misaki inquired. She allowed her arm to hang limp, and titled her head back, as Touma held her bridal style, the image of complete relaxation and trust. "I would not mind if you carried me around like this more often, everything. This is idyllic."
"All you have to do is ask, you're my Queen, after all. Heh. We're not going anywhere, not until someone says "stop," Touma answered. Gently, and cautiously, Touma lowered Misaki back to the bed, though Misaki found herself laying flat on her belly. Touma left the bed temporarily; he opened, and then reached into he and his wife's bedroom's closet. He dug around momentarily, until he emerged with protection, which he would armor himself with; Touma looked to Misaki, and offered her a warm smile before he began to work himself into his suit of armor.
"Ah, I see what you were planning, Kamijou Touma. You wanted your woman in a particular position. You turn me on so much. I will get my wish, then? Husband of mine, do not keep me wai…"
Misaki quickly forced her face into her pillow; she began to grit her teeth as she felt the euphoric riptide of forceful, natural, savage pleasure overtake her body. Kamijou Misaki's heart leapt into her throat, her eyes widened, and her lips quivered, as she and her husband became one. Into her pillow, Misaki began to moan and scream in pleasure, as she was savagely overtaken.
Misaka Worst was far from an inconspicuous person; she darted across the skies, high above the towering skyscrapers, apartments and condominiums of Academy City. Continuously detonating the oxygen around her form in order to keep afloat, Worst sought her quarry, which dwelled in school district seven. Her airborne adventure came to a close when she spotted the apartment complex she knew her quarry dwelled in.
Worst allowed herself to fall from the sky; the wind slashed at her body, and violently tossed her hair about. As well, it caused her shirt to flutter and rise up, exposing her naval. Worst laughed loudly, as if she was having the time of her life as she freefell. Before her body made unceremonious contact with the ground, Worst got her electromaster ability into gear, and, using nearby magnetisable structures as leverage, stopped falling moments before she hit the earth. Floating in the air, Worst continued to laugh; her sides began to hurt as she slowly spun in place.
After her laughing fit settled down, Worst's trainer-clad feet touched the ground. She tossed her head back, causing her chestnut brown locks to fall behind her, as she began to walk, even as herds of passersby looked at her with odd, confused facial expressions, having witnessed her interesting entrance, and her even more interesting behavior that followed.
Misaka Worst checked for the presence of, and then removed her phone from her pocket; the fact that it somehow managed to remain snuggly within her shorts' pocket surprised Worst. Worst scrolled through her contacts list until she found Accelerator's contact information, which was located under a profile referred to as "Fuckbuddy". Worst began to compose a message.
"TOU-SAN! Im in dstrc 7. you should b here! Im going 2 become a stripper!"
Worst giggled to herself, her lips curling into a devious grin as she began to text "Minion #1".
"Minion Im close by. cum meet me."
Before Worst had the chance to pocket the device again, the phone vibrated in the palm of her hand. She looked down at the device's screen, and scanned the message she had received.
"comin. The park? Josephs is prolly full of dumbass kids rn."
Worst silently agreed, a headache forming at the thought of having to look at not only one, but multiple insolent, loud, stupid pink goblins. The idea appalled Worst, and though she'd never admit it, she was more than glad that her loyal minion disliked children as much as she did. It made their business relationship much more convenient. The evil-minded clone of Misaka Mikoto, the third strongest esper in Academy City, began to form a reply, fingers tapping against her phone's screen.
"yea." It was simple, efficient, and to the point.
Misaka Worst soon arrived at the aforementioned park; it wasn't particularly large, only a small patch of grass, flowers, and benches that were arranged in the shape of a square just out of the way of the hustle and bustle of school district seven. Surrounded by a wall of delicately, and beautifully trimmed hedges, the small park might've been a spot where romance could potentially bloom – but on this day, there was no romance in that place, only PRANK.
Sitting on a bench that faced away from Worst, Yamashita Junichi sat. His right leg was supported by his left knee, and his elbows leaned casually over the bench's backrest's edge. His head was tilted back ever so slightly, as he looked up to the cloudless blue sky.
"BOO!" Worst exclaimed, which caused the pyrokinesist to start; all casualness lost. He leapt up from the bench, and shook his fist at his "boss". Worst looked him over – he hadn't worn his red uniform; instead, he'd worn a baggy, short-sleeved lime green shirt, which was tucked into a pair of dark blue denim jeans. He wore a pair of light, but not quite lime green and silver, high top shoes.
"Damnit, Worst! I should've been expecting this from you… you got me, I guess. I'll get you back, just you wait!" Junichi exclaimed, panting lightly.
"Be glad it was just Misaka, and not an eeeevil researcher who wanted to scoop you up and turn you into a big monster," Worst commented. The pyrokinesist laughed awkwardly in response, and then softly coughed.
"Yeah… wouldn't that've been funny?"
For a split second, Misaka Worst saw signs of weakness in the usually happy-go-lucky pyrokinesist named Yamashita Junichi. The cool, confident façade cracked momentarily, as if he had been struck by a powerful blow. Before Worst could take not only the oddness of the situation into account, but also the fuzzy memories that surfaced, Yamashita Junichi shook his head, and offered a genuine, mirthful chuckle.
"So – Worst, hear me out here. I had an idea, but I also wanna hear what you have to say. I was thinking, just after I left your place last night, about the underground mall…" Junichi looked behind him, then to his left, and to his right. He motioned for his "boss" to sit with him on the bench, as he sat down himself. Worst shrugged, and, wringing her hands malevolently, did so without so much as a second of hesitation.
"Don't want anyone hearing about this, and running off to play hero… if we're going to PRANK a whole bunch of people, we need to be discreet about it, cover our tracks, silence witnesses. Having a mental ability user would be nice for that. Know anyone off hand?" Junichi said, leaning forward and clasping his hands.
"Misaka knows someone, but she's a goodie two-shoes. She'd never help us, and she'd never use her ability unless she had to. Misaka thinks she's a bit of a stuck in the mud," Worst replied, spitting into the grass after she forcibly cleared a wad of phlegm from her throat.
"Yeah… no way that's going to work; we need someone who knows how to have some good, clean fun. That's okay though; it's not necessary. We can just be sneaky about it, and avoid getting caught. So, here's my idea. We don't really need much else besides our abilities. You still feeling the underground mall, Worst?" Junichi asked, as he gave her a sly grin. Worst grinned back as she rang her hands together maliciously.
"Misaka's feeling it; Misaka's also impressed by your enthusiasm, minion. It's good to see you taking initiative, and not just leaving all the planning to Misaka," Worst answered.
"So – the mall's got lots of sprinklers on the ceilings, that'll activate at the slightest trace of smoke. Smoke is something I can make happen, or, alternatively, you could zap something, too, but I can make smoke inconspicuously.
"I'll cut to the chase; you can zap any backup generators into oblivion, knock out the power with your ability, I can run a trail of smoke through the mall, activating as many sprinklers as I can; everyone's going to get completely soaked! Day equals ruined! Tight shit, right?"
A singular tear ran down Misaka Worst's eye, as she sniffled slightly. Worst ran her index finger across her right eye, and then her left.
"M-minion… that's the most… beautiful thing Misaka's ever heard… Misaka loves it. Soon, all of Academy City will know PRANK's name, minion! We'll bring inconvenience and irritation wherever we go!" Worst proclaimed in response as she rose up from the bench. Worst snapped her fingers, and the ever-faithful minion Yamashita Junichi rose up as well, stretching his arms behind his head.
"Grab onto Misaka; Misaka will get us where we need to go, and fast," Worst stated. "Don't grab there, though, minion! Those are for tou-san." Worst pointed to her bosom, and Junichi shook his head disapprovingly as he reluctantly grasped her hand in his. Worst shot the young man a menacing grin, and proceeded to detonate the oxygen around their forms; the small park's benches were blown away by the force, and a terrible force blew over the grass, rustling it.
As Worst jumped around in the sky, continuously detonating oxygen and bringing the writhing Yamashita Junichi closer and closer to projectile vomiting, her vision fell upon two clashing forms in the distance. Worst couldn't quite make out what they were supposed to be, but, from one, she saw currents of electricity jump wildly. From the other, there were colorful, blindingly bright explosions.
"Misaka's going to get closer, minion! Hang tight!" Worst proclaimed as she changed direction mid-air and created a new series of detonations. Junichi didn't respond; he had long ago stopped trying to speak, or even think. He was focused entirely on survival.
Misaka Worst and her minion grew closer and closer, until Worst could make out basic features of the two individuals, who she came to be able to recognize as combatants, who fought on an open, grassy field just a short jog away from the urban hustle and bustle of school district seven's core housing, schools and facilities. Worst thought it odd that a crowd of onlookers hadn't formed. A long, powerful-looking lance of jumping, crackling blue lightning emerged from one. As it was thrust outwards with deadly precision, it was punched away by the other. The lightning didn't dissipate upon touching them; rather, it seemed to bend and break against the sheer, overwhelming gutsiness of his blow.
Worst's eyes narrowed as she detonated one last time, and began to freefall. Yamashita Junichi's eyes widened, and he began to scream in panic. The pyrokinesist's heart pounded violently inside of him, and he felt as if he was on the verge of fainting.
"WORST! WHY ARE WE FALLING?! YOU MANIAC!" Yamashita Junichi shrieked in raw terror, as his gums flapped, and his teeth were exposed. The pyrokinesist felt like his face was going to be torn from his skull, as the wind ravaged it, and ripped at his hair.
"SHUT UP, MINION! IT'S FUN! MISAKA WON'T LET YOU DIE! PROBABLY!" Worst exclaimed in response, as she laughed like a madwoman. Worst's behavior was of little comfort to the pyrokinesist.
Just before the two could splatter into a pile of blood, guts and gore, Misaka Worst reached out with her ability and, using structures as leverage, levitated, her body mere feet from the ground. Loose electricity jumped from her form as she looked down at her panting friend with sinister glee. She let Junichi's hand go, and he dropped to the ground in a shuddering heap, his hands lovingly stroking the grass beneath him.
Worst began to approach the two sparring combatants, one of whom she immediately recognized to be someone fairly close to her. In fact, in a manner of speaking, one of the combatants was her.
"Onee-Sama! Why are you out here causing trouble, and generally being a delinquent?" Worst demanded, her hands placed firmly on her hips.
"Eh?!"
Misaka Mikoto spun on her heel, and faced Misaka Worst. Worst looked her elder sister up and down, and nodded her head in apparent approval. Mikoto's shoulder-length hair fell to her upper torso gracefully, even if she had found herself in the midst of a brawl.
Mikoto's figure was elegant and curvy; her body had a natural hourglass shape, and, her bosom was nothing to scoff at, much to the Railgun's pleasure. Mikoto wore a black, short sleeved top, that was somewhat, but not terribly wrinkled, suggesting that it'd possibly been thrown on as spur of the moment choice, a pair of tight-fitting, hemmed blue jeans, and black trainers that matcher the color of her shirt. In her hair, she wore a small pin that was shaped to resemble Gekota, her beloved frog mascot, something that was, for all intents and purposes, intended for small children. Worst wasn't above pointing this out.
"Onee-Sama still likes Gekota?! Onee-Sama needs to grow up, and become a real woman, like Misaka," Worst said tauntingly, as she pointed to her own, considerably larger bosom. Worst shot the original a malicious glare, accented with a wide, nefarious grin.
"M-Misaka-san… hey…" Junichi groaned; having risen to his feet, the pyrokinesist's body felt more like rubber than flesh and bones. "Never gonna get used to being flown around like that."
"Yamashita-san? Hi! it's kind of a bad time, I was just trying to give Guts Man here a run for his money. I'm glad to see you're with Worst, I thought she was alone until I saw you down there. Speaking of which, are you feeling okay?" Mikoto inquired, as she turned away from her offended-looking sparring partner.
"Fine, just fine…" Junichi lied, still struggling to shake off his nausea.
"You can't just turn away from a skirmish! In the heat of battle, only adrenaline and GUTS can keep you on your feet!" Mikoto's opponent proclaimed, fist held outwards. "Kamijou – both of them, would never turn away from a skirmish!"
"If you were in a "skirmish" with Touma or Misaki, you'd be out like a light," Mikoto teased. "It still feels so weird to say that, even all these years later. The Misaki I knew growing up could barely run down the street, now she's lifting weights and practicing MMA? I guess people change, but it's all kinda funny."
"People change, yes! The nature of glorious combat, of competition never changes! It's a constant!" Came her opponent's reply.
Worst, realizing that she had found herself out of the loop, took a moment to look over her elder sister's "foe". His short, dark hair reminded Worst of Kamijou Touma's hair, when it wasn't spiked, and he was clad in a strange-looking outfit; a bright, attention-grabbing red top, with knee-length shorts of the same color. On his feet, he wore bright red and white shoes that would've looked more at home on a basketball court than on the streets of Academy City. The feature that stood out the most, however, was the long, red cloak he wore on his back; the cloak was fastened around his neck with a loose-fitting metallic choker. The cloak fluttered behind him, even though there was no breeze to be seen.
"Sogiita-san…" Mikoto grumbled, as she turned back to face her opponent, a slightly annoyed look on her face. "Chew on this."
"Sogiita Gunha isn't here! There is only the Extraordinary Guts Man in the heat of conflict!" The superhero exclaimed.
Mikoto stomped her foot against the grassy earth, creating a breeze that ruffled the blades of grass around her form. Electricity jumped from the Railgun's body, as she extended her hands, and held them a few feet apart from one another.
Mikoto's opponent crossed his arms, and watched on as she gathered the electricity that emerged from her form into a circular mass that expanded as more and more resources were poured into it. In one swift movement, Mikoto hurled the mass as if it was a bowling ball, and her opponent was a bowling pin waiting to be knocked over.
"Your ability is impressive as always, and you have every reason to be proud of what you've accomplished, but, you are no match for… The Extraordinary Guts Man!"
In a motion as swift as Mikoto's own, the crackling orb of electricity was punched. The globule of bright blue lightning was knocked away by the Extraordinary Guts Man's fist of fury, sent flying into the air as if it were little more than a beach ball.
"… Are we done?" Yamashita Junichi inquired, as he poked the back of Worst's head, then rushed away before she was able to slap his hand away. "Quit touching Misaka, minion…" Worst complained.
"No! Absolutely not! It's your turn to show me your guts! Since this is the first time we've met, we have to grow to know each other better; and what better way to do that than to battle?!" The Extraordinary Guts Man inquired, as he pumped his fist enthusiastically.
Junichi shrugged indifferently, and Misaka Worst began to grin malevolently. Mikoto looked to her younger, biologically older sister, and shuddered slightly. Regardless of Worst's mannerisms, Mikoto made her way over to Worst; with the Extraordinary Guts Man distracted, she could get a moment of rest.
"Hi, Worst. I haven't seen you in a while. Sorry about not being able to call, things are a little bit hectic these days," Mikoto spoke, smiling warmly at her devilish sister, who didn't seem to be concerned.
"Misaka doesn't mind; Misaka knows Onee-Sama spends most of her days getting into trouble with her lady-friend."
As Mikoto began to blush, while Worst pointed at the spectacle and laughed, Junichi had begun to close the distance between himself and the Extraordinary Guts Man.
"If you insist. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up; if you can go toe-to-toe with Misaka-san, I'm more than likely not much of a match for you. Just a level three pyrokinesist."
Worst swiftly intervened, standing between her minion and the Extraordinary Guts Man, arms outstretched. "Minion! We have work to do; we don't have time to beat up Onee-Sama's side man!" Worst exclaimed. She grabbed Junichi by the scruff of his neck, and, with a forceful detonation of oxygen, she took off, leaving behind a ranting Extraordinary Guts Man and a bewildered Misaka Mikoto.
October 9th, 2014. 1:54 PM.
Kamijou Touma rose up from he and his wife's bed with a stretch and a subsequent groan of pleasure. Both he and his wife, equally satisfied with the way their morning had turned out, despite the initial scare, had gotten dressed. Kamijou Misaki was clad in a white, baggy tank top that exposed her well muscled arms, and a pair of equally baggy gray sweatpants. Misaki's long, blonde hair was tied up in an elegant knot. Touma had changed into a dark blue, tight-fitting button-up shirt that was halfway done up, with a plain white shirt beneath it, and loose-fitting, comfortable khaki shorts.
"How are you feeling, sunshine? Okay?" Misaki inquired, as the two left their paradise side by side, and stepped out into the hallway that lead to their apartment's living room.
"Relieved, for one, but, mentally… okay, I guess? As much as I hate keeping things from you, I think I'd rather just let this one fade off on its own, if that's cool," Touma replied, stretching.
"Of course! You can talk to me about it when, and if you feel comfortable with talking about it. No trouble, baby." Misaki said warmly, rising up on her tiptoes and pecking her husband on the cheek. She stumbled and nearly fell, but was quickly caught in Touma's arms. Misaki giggled as Touma helped her regain her lost balance.
"There they are!" Index's stated, as she looked up from the couch. Index had changed from her Walking Church into something more casual, at some point during the morning. Index wore a white blouse, whose short sleeves were elegantly lacy, and white jean shorts that greatly accented Index's curvy adult body. The nun was sprawled out on the couch, one of her legs nonchalantly crossed over the other. On her belly sat Othinus, who appeared to be scrolling through something on Index's phone.
"Ah, yes. The jackrabbits. The nun and I believed Academy City to be experiencing an earthquake, until I realized that your bedroom was the only room shaking," Othinus explained.
"It's okay, though. We both know you guys love one another, and that's one of the ways lovers show it, RIGHT, OTHINUS?" Index practically growled, a vein throbbing in the normally composed nun's forehead.
"O-of course," Othinus mumbled as she struck Index's ribcage with her elbow. Index's scowl faded, and she began to giggle and kick her legs as Othinus' tiny bones continuously made contact with her flesh, as if it tickled.
"I… uh…" Touma muttered, but Misaki wrapped her arm around her husband's, and held her head high. "Hush, One-Eyed Menace. We both apologize if things got… out of hand, but Touma had a rough morning, and needed a distraction."
"Rough morning?" Index inquired, concern becoming evident in her eyes. Othinus' attitude seemed to switch gears, as well. Both turned their heads to look to their guardians.
"What was the issue?" Othinus pried, as she stood up on Index's belly, arms crossed, her tiny head cocked to one side.
"Scoot over, Index?" Touma asked as he and Misaki moved towards the couch. The nun smiled and nodded, as she sat herself up, scooping Othinus into her hands to ensure that she wouldn't be disorientated. Placing the tiny former Magic God on her shoulder, Index welcomed her guardians as they sat next to her.
"Nightmare, or night terror, or something. Haven't had one in… months? Years? I don't really know what brought it on, but it was… horrible. I already talked to Misaki about it, but I don't want to talk too much about what happened when it was happening, when I was, y'know, dreaming," Touma explained, as Misaki took his hand into hers. Othinus, who sat on Index's shoulder, looked down at the floor that was so far away from her tiny feet.
"Touma…?"
"Nah, Othi-chan. It wasn't anything like that, I promise."
Othinus gave a sigh of relief, and smiled thinly. "You'd best not be lying to me," the former Magic God warned.
"I don't do that stupid shit anymore; I did that when I was a dumb kid. It's not just about me anymore, is it? You're my family. I can't lie to you, any of you. It'd eat me up inside if I did, and I'd eventually end up cracking," Touma responded with a small chuckle of genuine mirth.
Index snuggled closer to Touma's right side, while Misaki nuzzled further into his left. With her right hand in Touma's left, Misaki took Index's into her own left, and offered her pinky to Othinus. The former Magic God turned her face away in scorn initially, but sooner than later broke down, leapt down from Index's shoulder, and took Misaki's left pinky into her small hand.
"Maybe you could talk a little bit about what it was like? Just a little? It sometimes helps to talk about these things, get them off your chest," Index suggested.
"Thanks, Index… maybe sometime later. Just thinking about talking about what I saw makes me feel pretty sick, to be honest. I know it's not real, in the sense that it happened, is happening, or is going to happen, but it felt so real. I could feel everything, see everything… hear everything," Touma rambled.
"That's okay! Listen, why don't we do something to distract you; something more family-friendly! I guess what you and Misaki do is family-friendly, but in a very different way. I'm hungry! Touma, make us something for breakfast… or is it lunch, at this hour? Brunch!" Index proclaimed, shooting up from the couch excitedly. Touma laughed heartily, Misaki softly giggled, and even Othinus gave a small smirk.
"Okay, how does this sound; I'll make my poor, starving family something to chow down on, and then we go travel the lands in search of adventure," Touma offered, as he pecked his wife on the forehead. Misaki blushed, and proceeded to repay the favor in kind.
"I'll pass," Othinus spoke up. "I have unfinished business to attend to; I was "surfing" the Internet in an attempt to discover what being a "Chinese finger trap" entails, and I am anything but amused. The mortals will pay for their sacrilege."
"You sure, Othi-chan? I think it'd be fun if you came along," Touma said, a smile on his face.
"Come along, Othinus. "The mortals" are not going anywhere, I am certain that your vengeance can wait another day. You are part of this family, and we like it when you do things with us." Misaki added, a motherly warmness in her tone of voice.
"Come on, Othinus! Don't be laaaaame!" Index exclaimed, crossing her arms beneath her bosom as she pouted.
The former Magic God sighed in irritation, and ran her little fingers through her golden locks. "Annoying, persistent mortals… family… very well; but just this once. After this, you'll leave me to my own devices."
Kamijou Misaki, Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Index laughed together, and Othinus uncharacteristically followed suit, chuckling lightly, a warm, content smile on her face.
"These people, these humans, my unlikely family, are my happiness."