A/N: A Certain Really Short Epilogue. I really don't know how to write this longer without making Accelerator really out of character. All that fluff in the story already seemed OOC.

"WHAT?!"

Accelerator winced at the overly sharp shout of shock and outrage. He probably shouldn't have told her he actually approached Aleister, and that he had originally intended to kill the man. In hindsight—or rather as he studied the expression on her face—telling her was a really bad idea.

"I didn't kill him," Accelerator muttered.

He knew he looked like a child getting scolded after stealing cookies. Shifting his weight, staring at the ground, stealing glances at the girl reprimanding him…

How in the world could somebody be so energetic after getting out of the hospital?

"That's not the point!" Celeste huffed, throwing up her arms in exasperation.

Accelerator would forever swear he did not pout at her. Celeste looked him over and sighed. Accelerator just didn't get that either one of them—or in worst case scenario, both of them—could have died from the encounter if Accelerator had decided to attack. She sighed again and reached out to run her fingers through his hair.

Surprised at the sudden touch, Accelerator glanced up, red eyes meeting pale lavender ones before he turned his gaze again. The color was a remnant of Lucifer's existence within her, or perhaps a sign that she still had the fallen angel sealed inside. Accelerator felt his eyebrows furrow, his teeth chewing at his bottom lip. He couldn't do anything back then except restrain her. He wasn't there when she went to summon the fallen angel, and he wasn't there when she fell unconscious. And then she had to go and lose herself…

Suddenly annoyed, her fingers reached his ears and twisted. Accelerator yelped, wide eyes once again meeting hers. This time he didn't look away.

"What the hell was that for?" Accelerator demanded.

"No matter how cute that expression is, I would like you to stop looking like a kicked puppy right now," Celeste told him, frowning.

"I do not!" Accelerator retorted. And as an afterthought, added, "And I'm not cute."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not!"

"Yes, yes. You're not cute," Celeste rolled her eyes, muttering, "Stupid adorable Shiro-chan."

He was quite sure he wasn't supposed to hear that last part, but he did anyways. But instead of feeling irritated, his heart skipped a beat. She just sounded so cute saying that.

Still, he would not apologize for wanting to kill Aleister. The magician had hurt both Last Order and Celeste several times, and the boy would never forgive the man for it. He would never apologize no matter how many times she looked like—

Oh hell no.

Do not look at him like that…

…Please?

Don't give him that face…

Oh shit.

"Sorry," Accelerator muttered. "I was just really pissed off. But he looked so much like you that I couldn't attack him anyways…"

Celeste stared at him for a moment, shocked. Accelerator actually apologized. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Who are you and what did you do to my Shiro-chan?"

"The hell?!"

"But I guess I should apologize too—"

"No," Accelerator growled, frowning. "You apologized enough in the hospital. If I hear those words come out of that mouth again, I'll tape it shut."

Celeste cocked her head, watching him for a moment, thinking. And when her lips twisted into a mischievous smirk, Accelerator felt his feet take a step back, and another, until he was trapped between her and the wall.

"Isn't there a better way to keep me quiet?" Celeste asked.

Accelerator supposed it was a rhetorical question. There were so many ways that he couldn't possibly guess—Oh. Ohhh.

He pulled her closer this time instead of retreating, and with a smirk of his own, trapped her against the wall, lips meeting hers. The slow kiss heated up, and suddenly his tongue was in her mouth and her shirt had disappeared somewhere. Accelerator felt her hands roam his bare skin, felt silk skin beneath his own.

"A-ah!"

The small moan, so foreign from her mouth, drove him nearly insane. He attacked her with a new fury, indulging in the mewling sounds that escaped her throat. Accelerator nipped her throat, smirking against her skin at the gasp. He looked up to see Celeste glaring down at him, only for her head to dive down and bite down at the junction between his neck and shoulder. He gaped at her when she retreated with a smug expression.

Accelerator scowled and grabbed her wrist, barely sparing a glance to make sure her front door was locked. She had fixed her apartment some time, which was good, since he was sure he didn't want this to happen in Yomikawa's place of all things, where they could be interrupted at any time. Accelerator dragged her to her bedroom—not that she was resisting—and slammed the door behind them.

Screw being underage.