After a week long camping trip and getting over altitude sickness, I am back to bring more entertainment to you all. Enjoy...


Chapter 3: Two Sides

Kamijou looked to the girl holding his head on her lap.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You still don't remember me, my Prince?" the girl said. "That's a little dissappointing."

The girl then carefully placed his head down on a pillow and went over to the other side of the room, looking out the window.

"There has been a lot of events in these past few months, all completely focusing on you."

"So?" Kamijou said.

"All the craziness has sorted out into two beliefs: one side believes you are what keeps the world turning, and the other side believes that killing you will fix everything that has gone wrong."

"So, all this... is because of me? So much misfortune..."

"I can recall, my Prince."

"So... where am I, exactly?"

"In my customized dorm room in Tokiwadai Middle School."

"Eh?"


-Coalition Base, Somewhere in former Russia, 10:00 pm, September 16, 2038-

"Unfortunately, we lost him sir," the Coalition soldier said.

On the screen showed the distorted face of the Coalition leader, who was currently leading nearly half the world against Kamijou Touma. He would only communicate in this fashion and always distorted his voice.

"How hard is it to kill one stupid unlucky boy?" the leader said with a repremanding tone. "Do you have any idea how much damage to the world his existence has caused?"

"I am aware, sir." Then the Coalition leader sighed and returned to his usual calm manner.

"We have all lost someone we loved to that curse that he carries around. The more people that die, the worse it becomes. That is why it is a priority that he is to be killed. Then again, there hasn't been any natural disasters in the area he lives in."

"How should we go about this, sir?"

"I am sending three cutting edge Arcion-class air cruisers to his last known location. It shares the same airframe and engine systems as the Anura-class, but is equipped with the latest technologies and is equipped with improved missles and our new high power railguns."

"But the defenses-"

"I assure you, those defenses will not last against these cruisers."

"Yes, sir. We will win this."

The transmission ended and the Coalition leader, now by himself in his room, turned on a nearby lamp and took out a photo from the left shirt pocket of his uniform. The picture showed himself along with his daughter.

"Don't you worry, I'll be back soon..." he whispered.


-Union Base, Academy City, Japan, around the same time-

"So how's he doing?" the commander said over the comm?

"I slipped a health monitoring device on his neck," the specialist said. "Minor blunt trauma to the head, likely from a falling object, but otherwise he's fine and he moved to a safe location."

They did know Kamijou was in a safe location, but they didn't know he was dragged there by someone else.

"Well, keep a close eye on him. Seeing how things are, it won't be long until it's all out war."

"No kidding. Everything that's happening now is centered on him."

Communication ended and the specialist looked up to the sky.

"It sure is nice tonight..."


-Tokiwadai Dorm, Academy City, Japan, 10:30 pm, the same day-

Kamijou got up from the bed, his vision now clear. The girl had golden blonde hair, and her eyes literally had stars. Her bust was... questionably large for someone of her possible age. He had a feeling he had met the girl before, but couldn't remember where or when.

"Did I meet you before?" Kamijou asked.

"Indeed you have, my Prince," the girl responded. "But who I am must be saved for later. We're out of time."

The girl then took out a remote, pointed it at him, and pressed a button. The next moment, Kamijou was unconscious.

Touma, Touma, Touma... when will be the right time to make you MINE?

"Now then, if someone kindly take him back to his apartment." She pressed another button.

As the mind-controlled girls closed the door to Kamijou's apartment, he woke up on his own bed. Still able to process his thoughts, he quickly made it a routine to lock his doors and windows. Index somehow fell asleep watching anime, so he placed a blanket on her, so as to cause the least amount of disturbance. He suddenly started to feel stuck between sick and exausted. He took the bed and was about to go to sleep, when something caught his eye. There was something, or someone, on the other side of the front window. Then he started to take a closer look, but doing so started to rapidly elevate his stress levels. The figure had the appearance of Misaka, but she continued to stare from the window. And her eyes... they were the eyes of a crazed person addicted to something. Kamijou couldn't look anymore. He turned away and pulled the sheets over his head, then had a quick blackout, as if his vision reset. A second later, Misaka was no longer at the window, and Kamijou's stress started to decrease. His overall stress had reached the point where he was starting to hallucinate. He got up, and took a careful look around. He picked up the phone and made a call to a Certain Frog-Faced Doctor.

"Kamijou, what can I do for you, albeit at such a strange hour?"

"I need to set an appointment with you tomorrow," Kamijou responded. "Something is seriously wrong with me."

Kamijou then ended the call after confirming the appointment, then he went back to try to sleep, but he wasn't comfortable at all. He would be deprived of the last of his sleep if this kept up. Nevertheless, he tried, and eventually succeeded. Waking up the next morning, the sun was bright out. Kamijou got dressed and made his way to the door.

"Touma," Index called.

"Yeah, I know, I'll get more food on the way back."

"Okay, stay safe."

Kamijou exited the apartment and looked down onto the street.

"Now about that appointment, before whatever is happening gets any worse..."


What could possibly happen next? More hallucinations? Kidnapping? Hunted down? Suicide attempt? It will depend on what our misfortunate Kamijou does...

Sorry that this chapter is short. I'll do my best to make a longer one next time.

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