There was a tense silence as the two boys and four girls sat around the room. Touma had Index beside him, while Accelerator sat with Last Order some distance away. Misaka had Uiharu and Saten on either side of her, alternately sending intense glares at the white haired Level 5, and angry glances at the nun that was leaning over the black haired boy.

"Touma, Touma, what was that? Why was short hair so angry with the kind man who fed me?"

"Huh?" Touma let out this noise as he was questioned. "Accelerator fed you?" he asked, glancing at the boy who was being fussed over by Last Order.

"Touma!" Index demanded, leaning forward into him.

Touma backed up as her face approached his. "Well, it's a personal matter. I can't tell you."

"Does it have something to do with one of those times you went to the hospital and you didn't tell me why?"

Touma stubbornly refused to look her in the eye after this was asked, wondering to himself, 'Is it really that obvious?'

"Touma!" she screeched.

"I think its time we should be going anyway; Mii-sempai isn't here yet and we've caused enough trouble."

"No," Index adamantly refused.

"Why not?"

"Last Order-chan has already ordered food," she explained simply, as though that was that.

Realizing that he had no way of dragging her away from a meal, Touma gave a silent sigh and uttered, "Such misfortune," under his breath.

"Are you alright Misaka-san?" Uiharu asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What was that all about? I never thought you would attack someone like that," Saten questioned.

"Well, he deserved it," she spat out before noticing how tense her muscles were; she forced herself to relax. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?" she told the two kindly with a small, forced smile

"Are you okay? Misaka asks as Misaka straightens your shirt."

"I'm fine you damn brat!" Accelerator snapped. He didn't knock her hands away though, keeping them at his sides and allowing her to fuss. "I think its time for us to go," he suggested.

Suddenly Last Order stopped and looked towards the door. "Misaka is afraid not as the food has just arrived, Misaka declares as Misaka begins to watch what will promise to be a great show.

The entire room looked up at this, curious as to what they meant. Simultaneously they turned to the door just as Misaka walked in.

The girls in the room then turned to Mikoto, who looked surprised to see her 'little sister'.

"You never said it was a twin sister," Saten accused Last Order. "And you never told us you had any sisters at all!" she said to the Misaka by her side.

"Ah, well," Misaka stammered. She was hoping to keep The Sisters a secret from everyone, but a cover story of them being her natural sisters was a great idea, though still full of holes and possible problems. It was the best she could hope for in these circumstances.

"Misaka has brought the food Misaka announces. Misaka was expecting compensation Misaka demands," the Mikoto look alike told them; she and a delivery man were carrying bags of food waiting to be served.

The girl in the door was wearing the same winter uniform as Misaka; a brown jacket and skirt, the Tokiwadai uniform. She was also wearing a cheap necklace.

"Ah, it's the short hair that Touma brought home." Index pointed out. With her perfect memory, she could easily tell the difference between the two Misaka's.

"Shit! I can't believe you called one of them for food." Accelerator yelled. He had suspected as much, but the sight of her here was still frustrating.

The clone placed the bags of food on the table and the delivery man followed suit. He looked around expectantly.

Grumbling, Accelerator stood and paid the man all the expenses. With all the money he got from his earlier experiments, money was of no consequences.

Misaka began to unpack the bags of food and then turned to look at Last Order. "The reward Misaka insists."

"Over there Misaka says as Misaka points to the black haired boy in the corner."

"Huh? What do I have?" Touma asked. He had been about to greet the girl, (who he recognised as Misaka Imouto, Serial number 10032, the one who he had spent the most time with. The necklace she wore was a dead giveaway.) when Last Order had pointed him out.

Misaka nodded her head. "This is acceptable Misaka says in a voice of barely restrained happiness." So saying, she walked to Touma's side and grabbed hold of his arm, pressing her chest into his arm.

"Gya! Wha?" Touma began, but was cut off from across the room.

"What are you doing?" Mikoto yelled, letting off angry sparks.

"Is Onee-sama still not being honest? Misaka asks intently." Then she nodded her head to herself as if Mikoto's reddened cheeks were answer enough.

"Get off of him!" she yelled.

"Can you tell me why Misaka should Misaka asks, looking to shake the Original."

"Because!" Mikoto gave this weak reply as she grabbed his other arm and tried to drag him from her clone's grip.

"Yay! We're playing that game again! Misaka cheers as Misaka adds herself into the fray!" With that, Last Order jumped onto Touma's back.

"Touma~" Index growled. "What are you doing with other girls again?" she yelled.

Meanwhile, as Touma was being pulled in three different directions, Saten and Uiharu watched on.

"What is this? I've never seen Misaka-san act like this."

"Shirai-san did say that Kamijou-san was her rival," Uiharu reminded her friend.

"Maybe this is the guy she used to spend entire nights with?" Saten asked rhetorically.

"All n-night," Uiharu blushed, twiddling her fingers nervously.

Throughout their friendship, they had never seen Misaka act so, well, girly. True, they had seen her love of childish and cute things, something that always got her flustered. They had also seen her whenever Kuroko went too far and she shocked her from feminine rage, but the idea of Misaka falling for a guy wasn't something they had ever seriously considered. Whenever the subject of boys came up, Kuroko was indifferent if not scathing, Uiharu was shy and Saten was the only enthusiastic one; Misaka was usually quiet and lost in her own thoughts, unwilling to contribute much.

The two turned to Accelerator to see what he was doing.

The white haired Level 5 was sitting back, a smirk on his face as he watched Touma struggle.

He let out a bark of laughter as Index head enough and threw herself onto Touma, biting his head.

He felt an irrational spark of glee as Touma let out a shriek of pain as he was knocked off balance and fell.

He felt a brief hint of worry as it looked like he was going to fall onto Last Order, who was still happily swinging back and forth as she clung to his back, but Touma showed that sense of helping everyone as he twisted around and pulled Last Order in front of him in mid-fall. All five landed in a heap.

Then there was the semi familiar noise of somebody teleporting in. "I couldn't find Onee-sama anywhere," a rather highly refined voice sighed.

All occupants in the room looked up to find Shirai Kuroko in the middle of the room, her eyes downcast; she hadn't noticed the commotion quite yet.

"Ah, Onee-sama, why must you insist on chasing around that oaf?" Then she sniffed delicately. "Have we ordered in?" she asked, finally taking a look around.

Saten and Uiharu were glancing back and forth between her and the floor, and the red eyed boy was watching her expectantly, ready to move at a moments notice.

She immediately noticed the pile of food, easily enough for 9 or 10 people, causing her to frown in confusion. Finally, she looked to the same place the two girls were looking at.

And there she was, her Onee-sama! Her heart lifted in glee, at least until she noticed something was off. There was another Onee-sama! Was she dreaming? Such a happy occurrence had to be a dream – it wouldn't be the first time she had had such thoughts.

One of them was looking at her in horror; the other showed no emotion except a slight widening of her eyes.

And then there was another one, this one younger, a little girl; she looked just the same as Onee-sama, except instead of Onee-sama's charm, she exuded an aura of extreme cuteness. This one was looking at her with her mouth open in surprise and her face pale.

Kuroko didn't notice their expression, and, thinking her imagination had run wild, she shouted out, "Onee-sama." Smiling dopily, she prepared to dive into the pile of Onee-sama's.

She didn't even register Index or Touma, the former of which was still pouting angrily.

When she jumped up into the air, she closed her eyes and waited for their sweet warmth to envelope her.

This was why she didn't notice Onee-sama, Onee-sama and Chibi-Onee-sama as they all rolled out of the way, quickly followed by Index who didn't want to be landed on.

Still somewhat dazed, Touma barely registered the feeling of the soft girls removing themselves, allowing him to take a breath; true, none of the girls were particularly heavy, but all of them together equalled a heavy burden. He would never, ever say this aloud though.

As the sweet air filled his lungs, Touma finally opened his eyes to find one teleporter inches above him, smiling down as she prepared to embrace him.

It was too late to react as that same sweet air was forced from his lungs as the Judgement member landed on him and embraced him.

She immediately began to happily rub her face on his chest. "Ah, ah, Onee-sama's hard chest rippling with muscles is… so… delightful?" she began in high spirits but slowed down in confusion.

Touma was a teenage boy, and as such, his heart began to beat and his face heat up as the girl rubbed herself against him. He struggled against her grip, but she had a vice like hold on him.

Kuroko was the exact opposite of his type; short, immature both physically and emotionally, and liked girls besides. None of this mattered as she liberally gave him a full body rub, including wrapping her legs around him.

"Umm," he began hesitantly, though she was already slowing down.

Everything was off, Kuroko noticed; Onee-sama's chest, though not as developed as some girls, wasn't flat either. This body lacked Onee-sama's softness, leaving only hard muscle.

The smell was different too; though it had the faint hint of Onee-sama, it was distinctly masculine. Not a bad smell, but not the heavenly odour of Onee-sama either.

The reaction too. Whereas Onee-sama would simply zap her for this level of intimacy, this body was more physically struggling, and Kuroko couldn't detect even a little of the usual warning signs.

The two look-alikes were no longer there either; the first year middle-school girl couldn't feel them at all.

Just as she was about to disengage herself from the body below her, the chest rumbled as he, and it was a he she finally confirmed, tried to get her attention.

She recognised that voice! She jumped up, stumbling over their entangled limbs, and backed away.

Her dream had quickly become a nightmare! She had been holding onto that barbarian.

Kuroko quickly slapped herself, desperate to wake up and discover herself back in the room she shared with Onee-sama, a hospital bed, even the street! Anything to confirm that this wasn't real.

The stinging pain that rippled through her cheeks was enough to confirm that this was, in fact, real.

"Nononononono! I've been defiled by that barbarian!" she yelled, brushing off imaginary dirt. "I badly need to shower because of this."

Saten and Uiharu looked on in surprise. "It couldn't be that bad. You where the one that jumped on him," Saten reminded her.

"Misaka will not allow you to speak badly of our saviour Misaka strongly objects, unable to let such a comment slide." Misaka Imouto stated, bringing attention to her.

She and Last Order were all on one side, standing near Accelerator, who, while still sitting, gave off the feel of an animal ready to pounce at a moments notice. The little girl was hiding behind Misaka, tightly gripping 10032's jacket as she peeked around her Sister to look at Kuroko. She had been told over and over to avoid this person, and so had grown a natural fear of her. The only reason she was brave enough to look at her was because right now there was Onii-sama, Accelerator, Original Misaka, and even one of the Sisters, all ready to protect her. Well, that and her natural childlike curiosity.

Kuroko's head snapped in that person's direction. The voice was a little different in tone, inflection and sound, but when she heard the name, she couldn't help but look. She found a perfect copy of Onee-sama, down to the clothes she wore and the way she stood.

Kuroko's eyes glossed over once again. Onee-sama (or at least someone who looked like her) was in front of her eyes; she could cleanse her of the taint the barbarian had rubbed upon her. She began to move forward when she was suddenly pulled back.

Mikoto had quickly grabbed Kuroko's collar from behind when she saw teleporter begin to move forward. She pulled her back sharply so that the teleporter could look at her from the corner of her eye.

"Kuroko," she growled, letting off a few sparks.

"O-Onee-sama?" she stuttered in fear. "What's going on? Why are there two of you?" she asked, glancing back and forth between the look-alike electro-masters.

"This is my younger twin sister, and that," she pointed to the quivering form of Last Order, "is my youngest sibling."

"Onee-sama has sisters?" Kuroko drooled, unconsciously trying to take a step forward.

The Level 5 pulled her back, snapping her out of her daze.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kuroko asked, her voice breaking slightly. She had always considered herself Onee-sama's closest friend and confidant, and she had apparently been keeping something this big from her.

Mikoto felt a brief stab of guilt, but quickly squashed it down. She wasn't ready to let Kuroko know she had been cloned, and so this was the best option now that their appearance had forced her hand.

When she was ready, Kuroko would be the first to know.

"Because I knew how you would react, and I wanted to spare them the trouble."

"She's wearing our uniform, but I've never heard about her at all."

"I let her borrow my clothes; the Tokiwadai uniform suits her. Now, I want to lay down some ground rules," Mikoto pressed.

"Ground rules?"

"Yes, ground rules. You are not to lay a hand on any of them for one," Mikoto told her forcefully. She turned to her clone. "You have full permission to zap her if she does anything untoward to you."

"Understood. Do I have permission to shoot her? Misaka wishes to discover her boundaries."

"No, you can't shoot her!" the Level 5 turned back to Kuroko. "My twin sister can take care of herself. However, Last Order can't…" Misaka gave a quick glance to Touma and Accelerator in order to reassure herself. "And that is why Accelerator is doing it instead."

"And I won't go easy," the number one Level 5 growled. "Try anything and I'll rip you to shreds, bitch."

Uiharu, Kuroko and Saten gave him a look of mild surprise, but Touma and Mikoto had expressions of horror. They were more aware of just how serious he may be. Misaka Imouto's expression did not change, and Last Order frowned in worry.

"Yes, well, as long as you understand; you are not to touch her." Mikoto quickly tried to compose herself.

"Onee-sama!" she cried out in anguish. "Do you really think I would do anything to a little girl?"

"Better safe than sorry," she told her sharply.

Kuroko opened her mouth to protest, but the excuses fell flat. She closed her mouth without saying a word.

"Is there anything else?" she asked instead.

"No, as-" Mikoto stopped short. "Well, while you're at it, you can stop trying to hug me at every opportunity."

"Oh, Onee-sama! I could never hold myself back from you!"

"It was worth a go," she scowled, sending just enough electrical current to make Kuroko's hair stand on end as she released the Level 4.

Kuroko recovered instantly. "So, are you going to introduce me to your sisters?" Kuroko asked expectantly.

"I'm Last Order," the little girl began, still partially hidden.

"I am Misaka Misaka makes this simple declaration."

"What is your given name, Misaka-san?" Saten asked.

"Just Misaka is sufficient Misaka asserts to make sure they understand and back off."

Saten and Uiharu exchanged glances, and Kuroko blinked, but didn't press.

"Touma~," Index interrupted, tired of waiting, "I'm hungry."

She'd been patient, waiting silently as short hair and the other one argued about unimportant matters, but now the smell of food had drifted over to where she stood, and her stomach was rumbling.

"Yes, yes, that's a good idea. I think we should all sit down and eat," Uiharu suggested happily.

"Aha, I am pretty hungry," Saten agreed.

The others agreed, each person moving towards the table where they had crammed the meals, still in their containers.

Index was the first to grab her food, and quickly began to gobble it down. It didn't take long for the others to each take something that looked appetising and spread themselves around the room.

There was no one big table or area for them to sit down to eat at, and so they had to seat themselves where they were comfortable; still, they made sure speaking to each other was not a strain, even from afar.

Accelerator and Last Order were together, as were Uiharu and Saten. Touma sat near Index, though not near enough that she could reach over and steal his food as she was wont to do. Seated directly next to him was Misaka Imouto, so close their shoulders occasionally rubbed together. Directly opposite was Mikoto, who threw the occasional glare their way, and next to her was Kuroko, who alternated between sending annoyed glares Touma's way and trying to snuggle with the female Level 5.

"So, Misaka-san," Saten began, addressing the younger twin, "what is your power?"

"Misaka is a Level 3 electro-master. Last Order is the same Misaka informs."

"Is that so? So you're an entire family of electric Espers?"

"That is correct, though Onee-sama is the strongest of us. Misaka has barely 2 percent of Onee-sama's strength Misaka confirms and then provides more information, hoping to satisfy their curiosity."

"Really! I knew Misaka-san was strong, but I didn't realize she was that powerful," Saten gushed, turning to look at the third strongest Level 5.

"Please don't look at me like that," Mikoto blushed. She never did like it when people looked at her like she was special, especially her friends.

To distract herself she took a gulp from the can of juice she was drinking with her meal. She instantly regretted it as the bitter liquid hit her tongue; she swallowed it, but immediately began to try and spit out the taste.

This wasn't what she had been drinking earlier. She looked around and found her drink in Touma's hand; he was taking a sip as she watch.

Instantly she reddened.

When Touma took a sip, mildly concerned with Mikoto choking, a much sweeter taste than he was expecting hit his tongue.

Touma didn't really have much of a preference, but this wasn't what he was drinking earlier. He looked up to find Mikoto staring at him, his can in her hand.

"That's mine," he pointed out, not at all bothered. "It seems we accidentally swapped," he told her with a small smile.

She nodded mutely. Index was oblivious, too busy eating to bother, while Misaka Imouto looked on in annoyance. Kuroko was aghast, instantly making the connection that two had shared an indirect kiss.

No one else had noticed from where they were around the room.

"I'll just take that back," Touma pressed, taking his drink from her and giving back her own; she had been tightly holding the can in both hands in front of her chest.

He wouldn't usually care about having swapped drinks, but from her reaction before, it seems she didn't really like it. Therefore the best thing to do was quickly exchange drinks again.

Mikoto mutely nodded her head. Then she watched as Touma took a sip from the drink again.

"Gahk!" Kuroko choked. "H-h-h-h-h-how d-dare you?"

"Huh? Dare I do what?"

"First you force yourself on me, and now this!"

"Oi, oi, you jumped on me."

"Don't-" she began, before cutting herself off, a thoughtful look on her face. "Wait, I jumped onto Onee-sama, so how come it was you I landed on?" she asked. She hadn't really thought about it until now. Then it clicked suddenly. "AAHHHH," she yelled, her entire body stiffening in shock. "You were beneath them! Onee-sama, Onee-sama's Imouto and Chibi-Onee-sama were all over you! How dare you molest Onee-sama so!"

"Misaka must remind you not to insult my saviour like that, Misaka states angrily, unwilling to let this slide." Imouto glared at Kuroko, who returned the angry look. This didn't last long however, as very shortly Kuroko relaxed, unable to stay angry at Misaka.

Index had continued to ignore it all as she ate, while Uiharu and Saten were simply confused. Accelerator was grinning, amused at the conflict.

Touma was looking back and forth between the two, ready to step in if needed.

Slowly and nervously, Mikoto took a sip of the drink she and Touma had exchanged, her face still aflame.

"Sorry," Kuroko finally sighed, throwing one last glare at Touma and the can of juice her Onee-sama was just putting down.

She grudgingly returned to her meal.

"What about you Kamijou-san, what Level are you?"

"I'm just a normal Level 0," Touma waved off.

That snapped Mikoto out of the little world she had found herself in.

"Like Hell you are!" she and Accelerator yelled at once, the former firing off sparks and the latter throwing a nearby pen at Touma. He ducked away from the sparking girl and defensively put up both arms, the pen bouncing off one of them harmlessly.

"You and this guy," she jerked her head in the Strongest's direction, "are the only guys to ever beat me. You are not allowed to go around saying that you're just a Level 0. It reflects badly on me."

Accelerator sneered. "Like that right hand of yours could ever be considered normal."

"Right hand?" Saten asked.

"It's not important. What about you Saten-san? What Level are you?" Touma tried to deflect.

"I'm a Level 0 too; an average middle school girl. I don't have an ability," she told him, somewhat melancholically. Although she had mostly gotten over it, it was still a sore point for her.

"There's no such thing as average," Touma dismissed. "So what if you don't have a power," he continued, "all that matters is the will."

Saten blinked. "Th-thanks."

"And you Uiharu-san, what is your Level?" he turned his attention to the other girl.

"Ah, I'm a Level 1." She told him, surprised.

"Oh, I see."

"Not even I know what her power is," Mikoto admitted.

With that, conversation drifted away from Touma's right hand and to other topics.

In the end, Mii-sempai never did come before the four left.

"I'm sorry to call you out so suddenly, but we wanted to inform the various Judgement offices of a growing situation," a member of the Anti-Skill informed.

They were in a large theatre room, filled with over two hundred teenagers of various ages, each one wearing a green and white armband, standard Judgement issue.

At the front was the Anti-Skill member, a clicker for the projector in his hands.

Mii sat near the middle, annoyed. It was the worst possible time for a big case to begin for her, what with her having two new recruits to train.

"This is what is happening," the Anti-Skill began to explain.

"That girl was nuts," Accelerator sneered.

"Yeah, she is rather… intense. Though from what Misaka tells me, she's more normal when its work related."

"Touma~, who was nuts?" Index asked, oblivious.

"Shirai-san."

"Misaka can see why she was told to stay clear of her Misaka puts forth her input while Misaka shivers in fear."

"So, what did you think of our co-workers?"

"Nuts and weak. Not like it matters," he sniffed. "Judgement work will be easy regardless."

"They weren't that bad," Touma tried to placate him.

"Nuts and weak," he repeated.

Touma let out a long sigh. "We're this way," Touma pointed to the left as they came to a corner.

"This way," Accelerator returned, pointing straight ahead. "See ya tomorrow," he dismissed.

"Bye bye! Misaka yells as Misaka waves her arms."

"Bye," Touma returned, Index waving from beside him.

As they spilt apart, Index turned to Touma. "Those girls seem nice, but Touma," she took a breath. "You aren't to get too close to them!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Uuh!" Index made a high pitched growl.

"What was that about?" Touma asked. "Do you want some ice cream?" Touma reverted to his classic strategy when dealing with Index.

"Ice cream?" she immediately perked up at the word. "Mint choc chip?"

"Hai~" he agreed despondently.

A/N: Next chapter, the first official day at Judgement.

Also, someting I've noticed recently. Touma is an accidental pervert, walking in at, well, bad moments, usually seeing someone naked. In 21 volumes, not once has he walked in on Mikoto. He's done it to Kuroko, but not Mikoto. This is strange and therefore interesting.