"Oi you shitty little brat, stay still" Accelerator scolded the fidgeting Last Order. She was scrambling around the back seat of Yomikawa's car wearing the female school uniform fitted to her size, giving her the appearance of grade school girl, or considering the uniform, a very small high school girl. Fortunately for her, such an appearance would likely go largely uncommented, with the likes of Komoe-sensei around.
Similarly, Accelerator was dressed in the winter uniform, a black gakuran ready for his first day of school in a long long time.
Just like Yomikawa had said Accelerators uniform had arrived later the same night, as well as a set for Last Order, to his shock.
When questioned, Yomikawa had said that she'd fit in better like this, though she had had an amused twinkle in her eye as she said it. Accelerator had simply let the matter drop for his own sanity.
The next day she had woken both of them up, and Accelerator once again found himself wishing he still had the ability to cancel out sound waves with his Vector Manipulation.
Eventually, Last Order calmed down and they arrived at the school. They were early so there was very few people around, mostly just teachers like Yomikawa. Of course, this included the very person that Accelerator was so interested in, who had come out to greet them.
He couldn't help but stare at that person and devoting himself to figuring out the mystery. He was half tempted to switch to ESP mode to increase processing power.
"Oooo," that person squealed and blushed. "Staring at me so intently, just like my students. It makes me so happy and uncomfortable at the same time."
"If it's not the result of some new anti-aging device, perhaps she's the result of continual cloning in the same process of Last Order, her memories and personality saved on a Testament device."
"Or maybe she's a super genius child who became a teacher at age 10 like from that Manga, suggests Misaka as Misaka screws up her face in thought."
"Just like last time," Komoe sensei pouted.
"Come on, lets go," Yomikawa prompted.
The three followed dutifully behind to the teachers area, were Yomikawa broke off at the sight of a girl from Judgement. Meanwhile Komoe explained the situation.
"Now, Last Order-san will be in the same class as you, though she won't have to participate if she doesn't want to. Not to say you can't if you don't want to," she hastened to add.
"Both of you will be in my homeroom class-" she began, before Accelerator cut her off.
"Why can't we be in Yomikawa's class?"
"That's because the school board frowns on students being in the same class as their guardian teaches. They say there is a possibility of favouritism. So, you'll be in my class instead."
Accelerator said nothing, while Last Order simply nodded in response.
"I'll have to go through a few of the more important rules with you now, but the rest can be found in this," she told them, handing each a handbook.
"The only rule you need to know right now is that use of powers is restricted in the school building, and will not be tolerated especially in the classroom. However, outside the building, on the sports-fields and such, use of powers are allowed and even encouraged. It forces students to think of new ways of utilising their abilities, promoting growth."
"Although you're a Level 5, you might find the experience useful yourself, allowing you to recover some of your processing power."
"Doubtful," Accelerator spat out.
"You never know." She chimed. Looking at the clock, she realised the time. "Ah, it's time to set off if we don't want to be late. My cute little students will be worried about me."
"Now, Last Order-san," she began as they walked. "I know being around all these high school students might be a little scary, but they're all really nice, so don't worry. If you really need some help, or even just someone to talk to, feel free to come to me or the student who'll be looking after you."
"What're they like?" Last Order asked.
"Kamijo-chan is a kind boy who'll help anyone. I'm sure you two will get along. I know we do," she blushed, fighting back a squeal of happiness.
Meanwhile, Accelerator had stopped cold at the name. 'That name sounds familiar.' He mused. 'Yomikawa did say I'd met him before, but I don't usually remember the names of the trash I face.'
On the other hand, Last Order's face lit up at the name and she began bouncing up and down. "What room what room Misaka asks as Misaka is unable to contain her joy."
"204," Komoe-sensei answered.
Just like that, she was off, running ahead to room number mentioned, leaving Komoe-sensei to chase after, or in Accelerators case hobble.
"Come back here you shitty brat!" he called, but she was already out of ear-shot.
All he managed to achieve was getting Komoe-sensei to turn around and scold him for his bad language.
"You're here earlier than I expected," the green jersey wearing teacher said to the waiting Mii when she saw her.
"Yes. You didn't say what time you wanted to see me so I came as early as I could so I wouldn't miss any of my classes."
Yomikawa grimaced as she looked at the clock. Judging from the time, unless Mii's school was really close by, it was doubtful she would make it on time. "We have new students today, and because they live with me I was late in today." She explained. "I haven't spoken to Kamijo-san yet, but I will."
"Yes," Mii replied.
"If you haven't already guessed, Kamijo-san is a student at this school. You will be able to thank him later on, but right now I'm afraid you'll have to wait."
"Thank you. Can I ask you something?"
"I may not look it, but I am a teacher. Ask whatever you want."
"Kamijo-san, would you recommend him for Judgement?"
"That guy in Judgement, huh? I think he would do well there, but I'm afraid that you'll find it difficult to agree to that. Besides, he's a Level 0, and not many of them manage to find themselves in Judgement. What brought this on anyway?"
"The branch that I'm in charge of needs to recruit male members, and I was hoping that Kamijo-san would consider joining."
"So you're saying you want Kamijo-san to join a female only Judgement branch. How many girls are there?" she asked with no small trace of amusement.
"Including myself, 3."
"I'd give it two weeks before he tore the branch apart just by being there."
"What! How?"
"Kamijo-san has a way with the ladies, you see. You can't even hate him for it because he isn't a playboy, he doesn't try to impress and pick up girls. He just does it naturally. What's worse is that he doesn't even notice."
"You can't be serious," she deadpanned.
"About this I can. In this school, 1 in every 3 girls you talk to will have feelings towards Kamijo-san above the level of friendship. In the general population of the 6-9 districts, 1 in 10 will know and be thankful towards him in some way."
"I don't believe you."
Yomikawa chuckled. "Just ask around for a spiky haired boy and you'll see. Now, do you still want to ask him to join judgement?"
"Even if what you say is true, I don't think it will matter. My two underclassmen are both middle school girls, one of which is a lesbian."
"What about you?"
"I trust myself not to fall for a colleague," she answered seriously. "So yes, I would still like to ask Kamijo-san to join Judgement."
"I see. Well, as long as you take what I've said into consideration, I fully recommend Kamijo-san for Judgement."
"Thank you."
"However, while you're here recruiting, I have a proposition to make."
"What?"
"I want you to try and convince someone to join Judgement."
"Who?"
"Accelerator, the strongest Level 5 there is. I've suggested it before, but the idea was shot straight down. Maybe you'll have better luck."
"I can try, but we usually take volunteers, and we don't often actively recruit."
"I understand, but I hope you'll try."
"Alright, I'll try."
*Boom* the sound tore through the school, even as the entire room shook hard enough to knock both Mii and Yomikawa out of their seats.
"What is going on?!" Yomikawa yelled as she stood.
*Boom* Another, smaller impact, this time from outside the school. Both officials rushed to the window and found something neither expected.
On the field, buried in the ground was a chunk of concrete, splitting a section of the ground in two. Less than two feet away lay a boy in the black uniform, and he was standing up.
It was obvious from the spiky black hair that it was Touma.
"As hard to hit as ever, you bastard!" the voice of Accelerator called out. It came from nearby, and when Yomikawa searched for it she found him stood on the edge of the second floor, that part of the wall gouged out.
"What does he think he's doing?!"
"She's late," Fukiyose Seiri commented.
"Well, I heard there was a new transfer student nya~"
"Boy or girl?" was Aoigami's immediate question as he stood up with a sudden burst of energy.
"Boy unfortunately."
Listless, he collapsed onto his desk.
Soon, the sound of running foot steps reached the room before the door finally flew open.
There stood a little girl who Kamijo Touma recognised, wearing a uniform he recognised and a delighted smile, as soon as she spotted him she ran up to his standing form and used her small arms to wrap him in a hug.
"It nice to see you again Misaka announces as Misaka buries her head in your stomach."
"Ehhh, what's Misaka-The-Superior doing here?" he asked her in surprise.
"Kami-yan, what's going on, nya~? One of your girls has come to visit you to deliver lunch and a kiss, maybe?"
"You're wrong! She's just this girl I helped."
"It's always the same with you, isn't it?!" Seiri spoke in a chilling voice. "I promised myself I wouldn't interfere in your skirt chasing, but I refuse to let this stand."
With that she punched him to the ground, knocking him from Last Order's grasp.
Standing over him, Seiri sent him into a cold sweat. "It's not like that, I sear!"
"Why is nee-san hurting Misaka's saviour Misaka asks as Misaka fights back tears."
Instantly Seiri transformed from the chilling punisher to a caring if cold big sister.
"Don't worry, its' alright now. I won't let this idiot touch you any more."
"Huh, touch Misaka asks as Misaka tilts her head to the side in a questioning manner. But Misaka likes skinship Misaka Misaka protests."
"Kamijo-san! How dare you abuse this girl!" Seiri growls once again.
It was unfortunate that this was the moment that Accelerator walked in to hear these words and see Last Order cry. He saw his new classmates all stare at one boy, someone he recognised.
"You bastard!" he yelled. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Immediately Accelerator flipped the switch on his choker to ESPer mode.
Stamping his foot down he manipulated the vectors to bring pieces of concrete of up, sending large cracks throughout the floor, the walls and beyond.
"Hey, wait, wait!" Touma cried, but his pleas were ignored. With some difficulty he dodged the first volley of projectiles.
Looking around the room, he saw the faces off his classmates running away in terror, the crying Last Order and the furious Accelerator.
He didn't know why Accelerator was there, but he did know that he had to get away from his classmates for their own safety. With Accelerator by the door, there was only one way out the room.
Touma turned and ran and jumped through the window, smashing it to bits. He landed hard and rolled out the way just in time to avoid a piece of the school crashing into him.
Shakily standing up Touma looked up to find Accelerator standing on the edge of a hole in the wall. The rest of the wall was not two feet from him.
"As hard to hit as ever, you bastard!" Jumping down Accelerator landed hard, sending a shockwave not dissimilar to an earthquake through the ground, causing Touma to lose his balance.
Seeing an opening for a one-hit kill strike, Accelerator sent himself flying forward with his powers. Not fast enough, unfortunately, as Touma just managed to side-step.
Immediately Accelerator backed up, knowing that long ranged attacks would be the best way to defeat this guy. From his first encounter, he knew that his ability didn't work directly, at least on his right hand.
He'd deduced that that guys ability to prevent his attacks was located primarily in his right hand as he had always been careful to block and attack with that appendage only. Unless he could create an opening to exploit, long ranged attacks were the best tactic.
Looking around, the white haired boy noticed no obvious projectiles so had to settle on the next best things.
Grinning, he stomped down on the ground, bringing rocks up and flying towards Touma, who took all but the biggest rubble to his torso.
"Wait, wait, why are we fighting?" Touma ground out through teeth gritted in pain.
Ignoring him, Accelerator stomped once again, sending another volley. This time Touma dodged the lot and began to run toward him.
Again the Level 5 stomped, confident he could hit Touma before he got too close, but this time the Level 0 foresaw it, and once he had deemed himself close enough, slapped his right hand on the ground at the moment of Accelerator's impact.
The result was nothing. All that happened was Accelerators foot hit the ground. Surprised, Accelerator was a little to slow in blocking, and a punch to the face sent him flying back.
Touma backed off, allowing Accelerator to stand. "We are no longer enemies, not unless you're still hurting The Sisters. Other than that, we have no reason to fight."
"What are you talking about," he spat. "How could you say that even after what I've done?"
"What's done is done, and there's nothing that can be done to change that, and then if you were once my enemy, it doesn't mean we'll always be enemies."
"The hero's at it again, even trying to save me! Like I can be redeemed!"
"Redemption? I see, so that's it; that voice of yours is calling out for forgiveness but doesn't think it can be redeemed. Fine then, that illusion of yours, I'll break it and show you the truth!"
Charging, the two drew close to each other; their fist's back and ready to strike, and they did.
Touma's fist glanced off Accelerator's as it passed before finally hitting its mark in his face, while Accelerator's fist planted in Touma's face. Cross-Counter. Accelerator's blow may have fit much harder, but Accelerator's physical weakness made Touma's punch just as damaging.
Both stumbled back before going for another strike, only to be stopped as Accelerator suddenly stumbled, slowly falling to the ground as his limbs twitched uncontrollably. Touma was stopped by a strong electrical shock causing him to stumble, immediately followed by the appearance of Last Order.
"Please don't fight anymore pleads Misaka as Misaka sobs. Misaka doesn't want Misaka's saviours to hurt each other says Misaka as Misaka stands firm."
Touma stood a moment later, shaking off the numb feeling. Last Order packed an electrical punch, but Mikoto hit harder.
Seeing Misaka's crying face, he couldn't help but slump down and agree. "Alright, we won't fight anymore." Looking past Last Order, he could still see Accelerator twitching on the ground. "What did you do to him?"
"Misaka sent an order to the other Misaka's to stop sharing calculation ability Misaka answers as Misaka frets. Without the help of the Misaka Network calculation is now impossible due to brain damage suffered while helping this Misaka Misaka expands as Misaka sends orders to give back partial ability."
As soon as she said that, Accelerator's limbs ceased their twitching and Misaka began to repeat her plea to stop fighting.
"Fine," he snarled, flipping his switch back to Normal Mode.
"Accelerator!"
"Kamijo-chan!"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" both Yomikawa and Komoe yelled in unison as they run to the trio.
"Such misfortune," Touma sighed.
Both boys were taken to the teacher's office and sat down.
The two women paced, alternately ranting at them about fighting and destruction of school property.
Accelerator seemed to ignore it for the most part, while Touma apologized every time they both paused for breath.
"I don't even know where to begin your punishments, either of them." Yomikawa said at last. "You should both be expelled or the very least suspended for this, but I think that it would null the entire reason I enrolled you in this school," she said to the Strongest.
"Kamijo-chan, although you weren't the aggressor, policy is that both participants are punished equally, no exceptions if they do more than defend themselves."
It was then that Yomikawa caught sight of someone that gave her an idea. "Komoe-sensei, I would like a word with you. I have an idea."
With that, they left the room and closed the door.
Touma turned to Accelerator. "We don't have to fight anymore, we're no longer enemies," he stated again.
"That may be true," Accelerator reluctantly admitted, "but that doesn't make us friends either."
"There's no reason we can't be either." Silence was his only response. "I hear you saved Last Order."
"Don't remind me," he spat out.
"If you don't really think we are still enemies why did you attack me?"
"Seeing you're face again made me angry," he said.
"Really, or was it that you saw Last Orders crying face and got angry?"
"Say any more and fucking kill you!"
"Now now, that's not nice," Komoe-sensei interrupted before it could escalate as she walked through the door, Yomikawa on her heels.
"We've decided your punishment," the tall woman announced. "Konori Mii will explain." Once said, in walked a girl that Touma vaguely recognised from yesterday.
"So how'd it go?" Kuroko asked her sempai later that day.
"Well, we've got two new male Judgement members, though not in the way I would like."
"What do you mean?"
"They didn't exactly volunteer. They were forced to join by their teachers as a punishment."
"Punishment? What did they do?"
"Started a fight which destroyed at least one classroom and did tens of thousands of yen worth of damage to the rest of the school and its grounds."
Kuroko and Uiharu gawked in amazement. "Are you sure you want them to join?" Uiharu asked.
"Yes, I do. They could really do a lot of good."
"What makes you say that?"
"One's the Level 5, as in Accelerator, The Strongest."
"Wow, that's amazing," Uiharu gushed.
"And who's the other one?"
"His name is Kamijo Touma, and though I'm not sure about his power, it seems pretty impressive if Accelerator had trouble fighting him."
"He-he, Kamijo-san, you say?" Kuroko giggled creepily.
"You know him?"
"We've had encounters before; he's even saved my life before, that bastard!"
"You don't seem happy about it."
"He's my one and only rival for Onee-sama's love, a battle I refuse to lose. It makes my blood boil just to remember her happy face as she came home from a night of chasing him around."
"Geez, that teacher wasn't kidding, was she," Mii sighed.
"Hmm?"
"No, its nothing."
"Alright then, they start in a couple of days, but until then we've got work to do."
With that the three girls got back to their jobs and daily lives, the protection of the city as Judgement.
"How'd Konori-sempai's recruitment go?"
It was late night now, and Kuroko had returned to the dorm room that she shared with the beautiful, wonderful, Ace of Tokiwadai, the girl that sent her heart beating hard and fast, and made her skin tingle, though admittedly those last two could have been due to her electricity, Misaka Mikoto, The Railgun and third strongest Level 5's.
"Ah, Onee-sama, how did you know about that?"
"You told me yesterday, remember? You said that Konori-sempai was going to try and recruit someone."
"Ah, yes, well, she managed to succeed. We now have two new Judgement members."
"What are there names?"
"Umm, KamijoTouma," she said very quickly, before slowing down as she finished "and Accelerator."
Misaka froze. "Did you just say Accelerator?" she asked, giving off sparks.
"Yes, why?"
"No reason," she laughed in a way that made Kuroko worry, a bitter laugh.
"Onee-sama?"
"It's nothing. Well, I can't wait to see him. I'm sure it'll be interesting."
Omake
Valentines Day. The day where girls would give guys they were interested in chocolates, weather it was friendship or romantic interest or not.
None of this mattered to Touma as he made his way to school though. He made his way to school as care free as could be. Index was still asleep and he'd prepared breakfast and lunch for her, as well as himself.
When he arrived at the school though, he began getting some strange looks. From the men they were glares, while the girls were giving him some shy looks.
Dismissing it, he arrived at his class to unbelieving stares from Aoigami, Seiri, and Tsuchimikado.
"What's with that look?" Touma asked his friends as he sat.
"We didn't think you'd be in today, nya~."
"Not after what happened last year anyway." Aoiami added.
"Well, I for one am glad you decided to come despite your insistence that you wouldn't." This came from Seiri. "It would be stupid to miss school because you were scared."
"Why would I be scared?" These words carelessly slipped out from the amnesiac Touma. Luckily, they believed it was caused by something else.
"Repression?" Tsuchimikado mused out loud.
"It was pretty bad, but not that bad."
"Not something you'd forget though."
"Well,-" Aoigami began, but they were interrupted.
It was a girl, dark hair, brown eyes and a year younger. The four were silent as she approached Touma.
Shyly, she held out a box of chocolates. "This is for you sempai." She said hesitantly. As soon as the words were out her mouth, she blushed a pretty pink and fled. They silently watched her go.
Before they could even speck, Komoe-sensei walked through the door with a pout. "Kamijo-chan, there are about twenty boxes of chocolate out here for you. I hope we won't have the same incident as last time."
Touma nodded dumbly. With the help of Aogami and Tsuchimikado, they carried the boxes of chocolate in side and split in to two piles, the anonymous and those with Love letters attached. Meanwhile, Komoe-sensei and the class glowered.
Nevertheless, classes continued as normal, and slowly Touma began to lose interest.
He felt his mind wondering, along with his eyes. Looking out the window, he saw Misaka Imouto, and he froze. Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, when he opened them again he found he was wrong. Where once there was one Misaka Imouto, there was now two.
"Fukou da." He sighed.
When he next looked, there were 10 Misaka's, all had a small smile on her face and were holding a box of chocolate in their left hand.
'Wait, didn't Misaka (original) say their were only 8 Misaka's in the city.'
Miles away, Aleister was mildly worried about all the Misaka Sister's returning to the city, while in another place entirely Last Order was contemplating the best way to make chocolate for two separate people.
But back in the school, Touma was beginning to panic as more and more Misaka's appeared, a fact that the rest of the school was taking notice of.
Very quickly, a couple of hundred Misaka's were lined up in a block, a single Misaka stood apart.
As one, at some unseen signal, some held up a sign, making words appear. It spelled, 'Accept our Love, Touma'
Touma held up his hand. "May I be excused?"
Komoe-sensei stiffly nodded, and Touma fled.
He ran out the back door, hiding as much as possible.
Unfortunately, the bad luck he was famous for kicked in, and he was soon discovered and approached.
"Misaka would like to give you these Misaka says shyly," she said, holding a box of chocolates forward. Hesitantly, Touma took them.
"Thank you," he responded stiffly. "Please don't tell your Sisters you saw them."
Unfortunately, Last Order disagreed, and thought the rest of the Sisters deserved a chance too.
And so, a wave of middle school girls descended upon Touma, and he ran, blowing past a blushing Mikoto, and didn't stop.
When he stopped to rest an hour later, he turned to find nearly a thousand Misaka's breathing heavily, but there, including a certain Level 5 who was setting off sparks.
Too tired to run anymore, there was only one thing to say. "Fukou Da!!"
A/N: Hope this is good. The next few chapters will have to wait as I have another fic to work on for awhile.