"JUDGEMENT!!" Accelerator raged as they arrived home. He was not happy with that arrangement, at all. He wasn't the type of person to go around helping people, and he knew the sort of work Judgement did. He had been briefed on Judgements movements and job description for the Level 6 Shift Experiment.

He had to know when there would be people around to avoid being seen as he fought The Sisters. To optimise this knowledge, he had been told all about the usual jobs in Judgement.

That Konori Mii had been more or less honest in her explanation of Judgement duties, but he had noticed that she had tried to make it seem more exciting, or had simply left out some of Judgements less desirable duties.

So angry and upset was the white haired boy, even Last Order was subdued. Although she knew he wouldn't do anything more than snap at her if she said anything, the rest of the Misaka Network was cautioning her to back off and let him rage. It would be much easier to cheer him up if he'd already gotten through the anger.

Besides, there was a matter that needed attending to with a couple of the Sisters. It was an urgent proposal that the Sister in question wanted to discuss with the rest of the Network as a form of support.

The Sisters had a shared consciousness, and while it was now possible to keep secrets and have a sense of privacy, it wasn't always that way. While the Experiment had been on-going, all information was shared no matter what. Making decisions was the same way; a Sister would ask for a vote or another form of consensus if ever a variable situation arose. They were effectively one mind, many bodies. Now the Sisters where individuals who could keep secrets and make their own choices, though for bigger decisions the Misaka felt more comfortable discussing it in a group if at all possible, especially if it might effect the whole Network.

"Calm down Accelerator," Yomikawa tried to settle her charge, but he refused and continued to rage, before finally graduating to sulking, not that he would admit that that was what he was doing.

"Now, Accelerator, this is your opportunity to help people who need it. Are you going to let this opportunity go?"

"What do you mean you'll be home late for awhile?!" shouted the angry Index.

"I have to do some community service because I got into a fight at school. Starting in a couple of days I have to report to Judgement everyday."

"Then what will I do?"

"You'll just have to wait until I get back, or go next door to Tsuchimikado's. I'll ask him to keep an eye out on you."

"No! Why can't I just stay with you?"

"It'll be boring," he sighed. "Plus, I'll be too busy and won't have any time to play with you."

"Touma. Why didn't you say that they wouldn't let me stay with you?"

Touma winced. He didn't want to lie, but he also didn't want her to notice the omission. She had probably only realized it because that was the answer she had been expecting, one that she would have ignored anyway. That was one of the reasons Touma hadn't even bothered to lie about it.

It was true that Index would be allowed to stop by and visit the branch office, though her following him around when he was patrolling or doing his duty would be frowned upon. Last Order would be in a similar situation.

"Such misfortune," he sighed. "You can visit, but you wouldn't be able to follow me around," he confessed.

"Then I'll just do that," she decided. In the end, Touma didn't even bother trying to refuse.

"How is this class room repaired already?" These were the first words out of Accelerators lips that day as he walked through the door and into his classroom.

In a single night the entire school had been repaired, even the field had been filled in and evened out. For a low-budget school, this was a surprisingly quick recovery.

"Yay," Last Order cheered as she entered just behind him, excited.

When he walked through the door, silence had fallen in the class. After yesterday's incident, people were terrified of the red eyed ESPer. Well, all that is apart from two individuals who felt no fear of the man at all; Aoigami and Tsuchimikado were both a bit too dense to feel afraid of the guy who effortlessly destroyed their classroom and was the most powerful ESPer ever born. At least, that's what the rest of the class thought.

The truth was a different matter entirely.

"Hey! Accel, right? Nice to meet you –nya. I'm Tsuchimikado Motoharu and this is my friend Aoigami Pierce." he smiled as he introduced himself to the psychopath.

Accelerator stared in slight confusion even as Last Order grabbed onto him and hid behind his legs. She peeked out in curiosity as Pierce offered his own greeting.

She remembered these two. It had been when she met Touma for the first time in the underground; they had thought she was on a date with Touma and he had told her to stay away from them. A sentiment her Sisters had agreed with.

Still, they were her saviour's friends, so they couldn't be too terrible. Then again, it was something that they had said that had led to the fight between her two saviours the day before.

Last Order was confused.

"We just wanted to welcome you and your loli…?"

"Last Order," Accelerator supplied with a scowl. "And don't call her my loli."

"Well, we just wanted to welcome you to our class."

The white haired boy grunted in response and stalked past them, Last Order clinging to him the entire time. He stood at the front of the room, unsure as to his next course of action. Not that anyone would be able to tell as he hid it behind a scowl.

Emboldened by the fact that Accelerator hadn't lashed out at two of the Baka Trio, and slightly annoyed that they had shown more courage than her, the class representative approached next.

"Welcome to our class," Seiri greeted with a stiff bow. "Last Order as well," she offered to the shy girl behind him with a small smile.

"Nice to meet you Onee-chan Misaka chirps as Misaka smiles in delight."

"My name is Fukiyose Seiri."

Both Accelerator and Last Order nodded in acceptance.

Turning back to the Level 5, the class representative began to speak. "We don't permit fighting in this classroom, though I suppose I am also at fault for over-reacting to the idiot's jokes. I expect you to adhere to the rules."

"Tch, fine."

"Okay! Misaka cheers as Misaka finally relinquishes her hold on Accelerator's pants."

"If I may ask, it seemed you both know Kamijou-san. I was wondering how the three of you met?"

"Misaka and Misaka's saviour's meeting was a co-incidence as he and Misaka met in the underground shopping district. Misaka, Misaka 10032 and Misaka Original all wanted to spend time with him Misaka Misaka adds."

Slightly confused, Seiri turned to Accelerator. "She means her older sisters," the red eyed boy partially lied.

"Accelerator and Touma met when Touma saved Misaka 10032 from Accelerator. Any other information on this matter will need password confirmation Misaka explains before Misaka cuts the flow of information abruptly."

"Misaka? Isn't that the name of a Level 5?"

"That's right," Tsuchimikado confirmed.

"Isn't that the girl that tackled Kami-yan to the ground and demanded love-love time with him?" Pierce asked rhetorically.

"Yep, that's right –nya! We didn't see Kami-yan till the next day, and he still hadn't finished his homework. He must have been busy all day on his date…" Tsuchimikado trailed off with a suggestive smirk.

"Oi, what are you saying about me now?" the man himself interrupted.

"Nothing at all Kami-yan," the blond boy dismissed.

The blue haired one did find it fit to continue however. "We were just talking about one of your girlfriends."

"I don't have a girlfriend!" he immediately denied.

"Hai, hai," their argument was stopped before it could begin by Komoe-sensei's appearance. "Back to your seats you two." With a sigh the two complied; the other students also meandered to their seats.

"Now, as you can see we have two new students; Last Order-chan and Accelerator-chan. Please treat them well."

'Accelerator-chan' Touma thought in disbelief.

"Kamijou-chan, I trust you'll take care of him."

"Hai," Touma sighed.

"That guy!" Accelerator spat.

"Yay!" Last Order cheered.

Classes proceeded more or less as normal after that; the two new students were placed in available seats at the back of the class, right next to Touma's seat at the back window.

Apart from the occasional glances and whispering, and Accelerator mumbling to himself every so often (Touma thought he heard "So stupid!" and "Are these guys idiots!" every so often) it was a normal lesson.

It was only when the second period began that things got strange. It was a male teacher who entered for the next class; Touma could honestly say he had no clue what this guys name was. A combination of his amnesia and the other students usually calling him simply sensei made it nearly impossible for him to tell. Whenever someone did call out his name, either he wasn't paying attention or he was too far away to clearly make it out.

When he entered, he was a nervous wreck; sweaty and pale he looked like he was about to wet himself.

Slightly confused, the students nevertheless went through the usual Stand, Bow, Sit routine, all but Accelerator.

Shakily, he began the lesson.

"Oi, is this guy usually like this?" Accelerator asked.

"No, this is really weird," Touma whispered back.

Suddenly, the white haired boy frowned. Suddenly he slammed his hand flat against the desk hard and loud enough to make everyone jump in surprise.

The teacher took it to extremes though. Touma thought he must have jumped six foot in the air. He spun around quickly and found his eyes locked with Accelerator's, who gave him a glare.

The old man squeaked before running out the class.

Accelerator scowled. "Looks like he was afraid of me."

"This happen a lot?"

"Yeah," he sighed before realizing who he was talking to. "Not that it's any of your concern."

Touma simply sighed.

There were a few minutes of silence between them as the rest of the class milled around, until they both heard scribbling.

As one they turned to look at Last Order, who appeared to be hard at work. Grumbling, Accelerator snatched away her note book and began to flip though it.

"Hey! Misaka complains as Misaka makes attempts to take her work back."

Touma leaned back in his seat in order to get a look at the contents of the book. He could see colourful if crude pictures, ranging from people to places to buildings. There was not one single written word. The book was entirely doodles.

"Geez you little brat, this is what you've been doing this whole time? And to think I almost thought you were working," the red eyed boy chastised, throwing the book at the girl.

Last Order blushed lightly at the scolding.

Touma sighed once again. This was going to be an interesting day.

At the first break, Touma showed the pair around the facilities. It was just regular stuff, except that Last Order had a nasty habit of running off.

Whenever both boys turned their backs, even if it was just for a moment, she disappeared and time had to be spent looking for her.

Classes eventually continued, but in the break they hadn't even managed to get through half of what they wanted to.

The next few teachers were all rather jumpy at Accelerators presence, but none were as bad as before.

Finally, it was lunch, and the small tour continued.

But first, Touma had to make a call.

"Gah! W-what do you want?" the kind of happy voice of Misaka came from his phone. She didn't even say hello.

Touma cut straight to the point. "Do you know anything about kids?"

"K-k-k-kids! Why do you want to know? There alrig-"

"Who is this that wants to impregnate Onee-sama! I shall strike you down if you even think of touching her!"

"Huh! What are you talking about Shirai-san?"

"You" Kuroko growled, recognising his voice. "I will not let you near Onee-sama!"

With that the line went dead.

"What the hell?" These were the only words Touma could think to say.

"Huuh. What's with you?" Accelerator accidentally let slip.

"I think I just got called out by an angry girlfriend, and I don't know why."

"Tch, whatever."

The tour continued. "So what have you been doing since you and I fought? I know that you saved Last Order and got hurt, but I don't know the details."

"Drifted, saved her," he tilted his head to indicate Last Order, who was running in front of them, "from a virus that would have driven The Sisters on a killing spree, got a bullet in the brain for my trouble. I was in hospital for around a month, before getting out a couple of weeks ago."

"So you decided to save them. That's good."

"Don't focus on just that. What about you? Gotten into any fights with guys like me?"

"Don't remind me. Ever since I met that girl I've been in and out of the hospital way too many times, and always treated by the same doctor too."

"The Frog Faced one?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Same. Why were you hospitalised? I'll be pissed if the great hero that beat me can't win a single fight." 'Can't save someone.'

"Almost every time I help someone, I end up in the hospital. But not once have I let down the person I was trying to save," he said with pride. "People have been hurt because I wasn't fast enough, but I'm not the kind of guy who would leave a fight half finished, even if it killed me."

"Is it worth it?"

"Look at that girl, and you should know the answer yourself."

"You preach too much." Accelerator responded as he watched Last Order smile.

Kuroko snapped the phone shut, scowling. That man had dared to call Onee-sama and speak of such lewd things. Who knew what kind of things they talk about regularly.

'Wait, this means they have each others phone numbers! Onee-sama, why would you sully yourself by spending time with that man?'

"Kuroko, what do you think you're doing!" Misaka shouted, waking from her daze as she noticed Kuroko was doing something on her phone.

"Must delete," Kuroko was mumbling.

Snatching her phone back, she just barely stopped her from erasing Touma's number. "Don't mess with other people's stuff!" Misaka sent a minor electric shock her way.

Kuroko pouted from her position lying on the floor, where the discharge had sent her.

Misaka was just about to call Touma back when she suddenly froze.

'Kids! He wants to know about kids!' Blushing, Misaka stuffed her phone away. 'I'll call him back later,' she reasoned.

"Onee-sama," Kuroko hesitantly began.

"What?" Misaka replied. She had calmed down considerably from the incident at lunch, and they were both now in the dorms.

Silence, and then, "Never mind."

Misaka gave her friend a curious glance, but eventually went back to reading her magazine. "If something is bothering you, tell me."

"Nothing's wrong."

Kuroko was not happy. Misaka would at some point stop by the branch office, and there she would find Kamijou Touma.

She was just about to make something up to dissuade a visit, but she found herself unable to do so.

She could honestly say that the less time the two spent together, the better, but there was a difference in actively trying to keep them apart and simply not encouraging them to meet.

Lying would be the former, and not telling Onee-sama of that brute's whereabouts would be the latter.

She found herself unable to lie. Onee-sama would be upset for lying to her, while at least keeping quiet would allow her to continue with a clear conscience.

She couldn't help but picture Misaka's happy face whenever she first lays eyes on him.

'Why can't she be that happy to see me too?'

"Nothing at all." She repeated.

Omake because as soon as I realised what I did, I felt terrible.

She was quiet. Too quiet. She had acquaintances, but she wasn't particularly close with anyone.

In fact, he was probably the closest thing she had to a friend in the school.

He was hyperaware of her after his first day, when he had almost forgotten her. Well, it was her first day at her new school; it was only his first because he couldn't remember anything from before a few months ago.

He approached with a smile when he noticed she was alone, on the side-lines. He hated it when she was alone and always tried to keep her company when someone else wasn't.

"Hey Himegami-san," he greeted.

She didn't smile, but her posture changed. When before she was slumped down in boredom and loneliness, now she sat up that little bit straighter in happiness at someone to talk to.

"Hello Touma," her near monotone voice came out.

He smiled as he sat down across from her and began to talk. They spoke of nothing special, for she was just happy talking to him and didn't want her to come anywhere near his dangerous life, not after what happened last time.

Until, "There's a fireworks exhibition tonight," she told him, "but it's after curfew."

"Do you want to go?"

She nodded.

"Alright then, what time should I pick you up?"

"It's after curfew," she repeated, her cheeks colouring at the thought of him taking her out, almost like a date.

"It's fine."

"You could get in trouble."

"It's fine," he repeated. "You obviously want to go, so I'll take you and make sure we don't get caught."

"Why would you do that?" she asked.

"I'd do anything for you, so why wouldn't I do this? I'll pick you up at nine, and then you can tell me where it is."

"Just you and me?" she asked another question as her mouth went dry.

"Of course, this way we can hide together better. Plus, it's always nice to spend some time alone with you."

Himegami felt her cheeks heat up, but she refused to look away from his eyes. From them she could tell he was serious, he really wanted to spend a night alone with her.

She felt her so warm, so happy.

"Make it ten," she told him. She would need just that long to make sure she was ready.

Everything had to be perfect on her date, even if he didn't even realize that was what it was. If she had her way, by the end of tonight, there would be no doubt that that was what it was.

New chapter, sorry for the short length, but exam season starts very soon, (Again).

And then I lost 6,000-7,000 words for Kitsune on Campus which I'll have to re-write. How annoying is that?

I very much doubt you'll get another update until mid-June. Sorry, but I hope this will suffice until then.