Author's Notes: First and foremost, after receiving some info and suggestions, I decided to adjust the formal rating of the story in . I will provide the proper warnings accordingly in the title etc etc. I've been busy with exams (Very important ones) so thats the cause of this week's delay. Anyhow, I still feel my expression is still weak especially during dialogues. I'll work to improve them ; the read and thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 8: Aphrodisiac

The boy that has his humanity restored walked along the streets with the young girl that saved his mind. "So what's your name you little con girl?" Yori asked as a joke.

"It's not a trick!" The young ten year old girl frowned. "My name's Harumi Ren."

Yori smiled. It meant the beautiful water lily. This young girl here sure looks like one as well. "That's a good name. Where do you live?"

Harumi answered. "I live at the Cypress orphanage in the 13th District. What's your name?"

"Call me Yori. I stay in the 16th district of the city and I should be heading back. I'll visit sometime ok?" Yori gave a thumb up with a grin.

"Hai. See you." Harumi said cheerfully. They split ways with Yori turning around and accelerating into a run. Both had a smile on their faces as things just turn their way back to routine.

Two months ago…

Tsh~….Pa

Nn…

Ah~

Tongues intertwined with one another. Saliva mixed with one another. Drool tippled lightly along the chins. The hearts pump rapidly with high intensity. Hands move to stroke hair and fabric in a very passionate kissing session. Kamijou Touma and Misaka Mikoto are kissing in the park. There wasn't anyone around and so isn't a problem.

They broke the kiss with pants for air. The heat is rising between the two teenagers. Their sense of judgment is fading as hormones and raw instinct starts to take over. Misaka said "Touma…"

"Misaka…" Touma replied in turn. They kissed again with even greater ferocity. All of a sudden, Misaka pushed him gently away.

"We can't…anymore and I might just go crazy." Misaka pulled back entirely. Their clothes are in a mess, filled with wrinkles of being pulled here and there.

"Yeah..." He agreed as well. If they went beyond the line, there can be dangerous consequences. As they tidy themselves and recover, Touma chuckled. "That was one kind of a kissing session."

Misaka grinned. "You're still bad. Don't get cocky."

Touma feigned surprise. "Oh really? You said you would have gone crazy if I just gave a bit more encouragement."

"I know you idiot but…." She cut off when she noticed something. It is something very dangerous. It is three people. These three people are the ones she doesn't want them to know about her relationship with Touma. "Hide!" She pulled him down into the cover of a bench.

"Say Kuroko, why are we going to the Seventh Mist through here?" Saten piqued a question. They had taken quite a detour from the most optimal route.

Kuroko explained her reasons "Onee Sama has been acting rather weird today. I thought maybe I would check up on her today. I don't know what might happen especially with that barbarian."

Misaka winced as the three neared their position. If she gets caught with Touma in such a place, it will spell doom. She gestured for her partner to slide under the bench. He did so as directed. She gave a quick look around herself. Her uniform is a total mess. Appearing in front of them would invite very dangerous questions. She too must hide. Uiharu, Saten and Kuroko were getting very close. Misaka slid herself under the bench and atop Touma.

"Aih….the weather today is very hot." Uiharu complained with a wipe of tissue on the face. "So Kuroko, where's Misaka?" She took a seat on the bench where the couple hid under.

Saten took a seat as Kuroko looked around. "She said she was supposed to be here working on a project of hers. I don't see here though." Down under the bench, Misaka prayed the girls wouldn't notice them down here. Touma might just be killed on the spot by Kuroko in her rage. She would have a lot to answer for.

"Maybe she already finished it and went back to the dorm." Saten suggested. Her shoe was very close to touching Touma's ear.

Kuroko agreed. "She probably did. Well, let's continue our way to Seventh Mist then." The two girls got up and the three went on their way. Seeing the coast is clear, the couple got out from the bench in a bigger dishevelled state.

Misaka gave a sigh of relief. "That was close."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just tell them?" Touma suggested.

Misaka was in his face in less than a second. "I won't! This is our thing, get it?"

Touma sighed. "I got it. I got it."

Now back to the present…

Yori wasn't planning to be here right now. He has time so might as well be done with it. His investigation was supposed to start from his old home. He however had been cut off from this task due to a certain problem. Despite the light of a lead, there are some details that may be of use. The door is opened from its locked state. Inside, the room appears to be untouched coming from memory. He swiped his living fingers along the surface of the table. A clean line is made from the thin film of grey dust. This place has been untouched for some time. There shouldn't be anyone here.

Yori made a clean search through his drawers. He grabbed anything important such as bank accounts, identification certificates and such. They may be watched but they can prove useful when the time is right. He turned to his wardrobe. He grabbed some casual clothes and fingerless gloves. He stuffed them into a bag along with additional stores of ammunition. They haven't been touched either. Perhaps whoever rebuilt him also planned to use this home as a base of operations. He wanted to close the wardrobe door when he noticed something extra. Aha…

The next day...

Yori worked the last button of a shirt he hasn't worn for quite a while. It's the school uniform for a certain high school. I'll meet Touma there and apologize to him. It is nine in the morning, so Touma will definitely be there already. Since he's officially dead, he'll have to sneak in and avoid any former classmates. He clipped his green pack containing his original wakizashi short sword around his hips and left.

Phase 1: Getting to the target area. That is easy, a mere ten minute run combined with his esper ability of Time flow. Yori reached outside the school walls, reaching a realization brought to him by the time of his cell phone clock. Damn, I'm getting slower or had I lost my ability to a certain extent? He made a simple test of clocking his reload time. The fastest humanly possible reload was set at a world record of 0.6 seconds. Seeing the number 0.33 seconds made him frown. I am getting slower.0.2 was his regular speed in the induced time slowdown. For now, he can't do anything about it.

He peeked into the school field. There are plentiful of students in their various sports activities. This'll be difficult. He'll definitely be spotted by the supervising teachers if he was to just waltz his way in since he wouldn't be in sheep's clothing aka sports gear. If he got caught, he'll have a lot of explaining to do. Things he cannot explain. He looked around for a solution. Bingo.

"Tsuchimikado, we need to talk." Touma took his seat beside the magician / esper. The class is on break for a free period came up thanks to an unfortunate event of their teacher being ill.

Tsuchimikado asked on his intentions, playing around in the process as usual. "What is it Kamiyan? Are you offering me a chance to enjoy your harem-nya?" Aogami was out of the class with Fukiyose under duress for some administrative work. He will not be bothering them for the moment.

"No. I'm sure you're aware of what Stiyl's been doing." Touma knew Tsuchimikado also acts as a freelance spy for many factions whether they are for science or magic. He appears to be Necessarius primary contact man in Academy City.

Tsuchimikado answered. "Hmm? Yes I know what the Church of England is doing. The Roman Catholics though, I don't know so much nya."

Touma tried asking anyhow. "Do you know about any projects by the Roman Catholics in Academy City?"

Tsuchimikado appeared surprised. Is it genuine or is it faked in the midst of magical espionage? "There is? Hmm…that's very interesting nya." It would be rare for Touma to know something on the magic side that Tsuchimikado would be unaware. Actually, it would be the first time. Stiyl probably didn't bring him up to date yet or maybe he relied on Touma to do so in his stead. It may just be the fact that Tsuchimikado has a lot more and stronger resources for information than Stiyl that the fire mage didn't bother to since he will find out.

Touma let his head rest backwards. It appears Tsuchimikado really doesn't know. We're getting nowhere with this.

Sure this method may be old school but it works. Yori quickly moved forward under his small cover…of an upturned card box. He had stabbed a small hole with his wakizashi to see through. Timing his movements, he inched along the edge of the field towards the school compound. The teachers are looking at the students, occasionally handling whatever paperwork possible. Whenever he felt wind, Yori threw the box into a flying roll in imitation of physics. A minute later and he's past the field and out of the prying eyes.

Step two of phase one, getting up. The block he's looking for is right next to the field. Climbing up the stairs would definitely be noticed by anybody. Then the only way up is up to wall. The wall at the back had a long pipe that climbed to the roof. It'll be his foothold on the way up. He slowed down time and leapt up. He noticed something on his way up and backtracked. There were several girls in a room. The window is open and it was something he didn't expect to see. They were in the midst of changing clothes. Lucky for Yori, they were busy talking amongst themselves while undoing their uniforms. None of them clearly expected someone to be hanging outside.

Yori on the other hand felt horribly….disappointed. His fists tightened considerably hard. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY DID I HAVE TO LOSE MY MANHOOD? USELESS STUPID FILTRATION PODS WITH HORMONE INJECTIONS! The joy of being a man seeing scantily clad women is a lost luxury. Accepting the fact he can't get a hard on for the rest of his life, he sighed and climbed up the pipe of Sucks to be you.

Touma looked out the window. "So what are you thinking of doing?"

Tsuchimikado went into his thinking mode. "Well well, I'll probably take a look around but I did hear Kanzaki Kaori was stopped of her investigation."

Touma was piqued by the fact. "Stopped? Who could have the power to stop her?" Saints are very rare in the world. They numbered less a few dozens and each of them has the power equivalent to a nuclear weapon. To defeat a Saint will take extremely serious firepower.

Tsuchimikado corrected the presumption. "Not many people could. She was however stopped not by force but by diplomacy."

"Stopped by diplomacy?"

Tsuchimikado explained. "Yes. Beyond just guns and swords, there is the other side of the battlefield. There's deception, relations, influence, subterfuge and so much more. Her opponent was apparently someone well versed with such bureaucratic arts. Anyhow, she did get caught sneaking into the Roman Catholic affairs. They obviously wouldn't want to seriously fight a Saint without one within immediate reach." It was then did Touma notice something moving outside. Yori's head popped up by the window. The cyborg gestured to come over.

"Then let me know if you found anything." Touma put the chat at an end there. He seated himself again by the window. He said softly. "What are you doing here?"

Yori explained his arrival. "I realized my mistake and I wanted to say I'm sorry about it."

Touma let it be. "Ok, that's good. You best get out of here before you're seen." Someone standing outside the wrong side of the classroom several stories high will incite attention.

Yori agreed. "Yeah, I got to see the girls too."

Touma warned. "I highly suggest not trying this again over there. Misaka might just shoot you."

"Come to think of it, that's pretty damn accurate of what she'll do."

"Kuroko Shirai here."

"Ms Shirai, Your delivery has arrived."

"Oh really? I'm coming down now."

Click

"Nyehehehehehe…it's time for round two."

"Have you finally dealt with your ego issues, Mr Yori Tamotsu?" Kuroko asked from the basic stool of Yori's workshop. She and Misaka were invited over at his workshop for some ease of relations. After all, Yori isn't allowed to the Tokiwadai Middle School dorms.

""Yeah, I am done with them Miss Kuroko Shirai. I hope you didn't mind my moments of insanity." Yori was sitting next to the wall. His mechanical arms and legs were being recharged by the industrial level of six phase eight hundred voltage line through a ruler thick cable. For those unacquainted, that is a lot of power.

Kuroko waved it off. "None taken."

Yori added his sentiments. "I'd like to prepare and propose a toast but as you can see, I'm stuck for the time being."

Misaka stood up from her seat. "I'll prepare some then."

Kuruko was very enthusiastic and shot off her chair. "No Onee Sama! Let me do it!"

Misaka blinked, puzzled. "That's helpful of you. Thanks." Kuroko shot up the stairs into the kitchen. She rummaged through the refrigerator for some juice for her master plan.

With this, Onee Sama and I will truly have a fun time. Yori won't be a problem for the next hour. That is plenty of time for the things Kuroko had in mind. She prepared the drinks of orange juice before adding fine white powder into two of those drinks. She carried the tray of refreshments back down with the faint trace of a smile.

She said as she put down the tray. She took one of the refined drinks for herself. She wanted to hand over the other refined drink to see it already being drunk by Yori. He said as Kuroko got a heart attack. "Thanks for the drink."

Adeh….now what? Onee Sama won't be medicated now. Plan A has now taken a detour, a very big detour off the planning board. A sweat popped off her forehead.

Misaka said after she drank her own orange juice. "Aren't you going to drink that?"

Knowing the problem at hand, Kuroko shouldn't drink the juice now. Giving it to Onee Sama wouldn't work and not drinking it would cause suspicion. Why did that baka have to drink it so quickly? With the dread of expectation, she drank her juice down to the last drop. Now she will face the music. The time bomb of minutes is ticking.

"So any progress on the info I passed earlier?" Yori asked.

"We passed it to Uiharu on our way here. She'll let us know if she finds anything." Misaka said as she noticed. "Are you alright Kuroko? You don't look good."

"I'm uh…fine….Onee Sama." Kuroko struggled to shut down her rapidly growing libido. Heart rate and blood pressure began to climb into excitation. She started to sweat as her body temperature rose to her arousal.

Yori complained. "It's starting to get real hot isn't it?" He must be feeling the effects too. It might be fortunate for he's stuck to his chair. He might just go crazy over them. That is what Kuroko thought but didn't know.

Misaka raised an eyebrow of surprise. "It is? I'm feeling no changes at all."

Yori was still calm. Or is he? "Really huh... That's odd." He flexed his mechanical fingers. "It shouldn't be energy loss. This arm's not picking anything up either." He was puzzled to this sensation of heat.

Misaka felt something caress her right shoulder. Kuroko reached her other hand to Misaka's stomach. "Onee Sama. Don't you think you should lie down a bit?"

Misaka pulled back awkwardly. "What's wrong with you Kuroko?" It perked the gunslinger to just watch the spectacle.

Kuroko neared Misaka in a seductive manner. "Let's leave Yori alone and take our love to the next level." She fluttered her eyes at Yori. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind."

Yori raised an eyebrow. "You mad?" Kuroko is definitely out of character at the moment.

"ENOUGH WITH YOUR BAKA HENTAI!" Misaka electrocuted Kuroko to a charred unconsciousness. As Kuroko lay roasted on the floor with little statics of electricity, Misaka glared at her kouhai. "Honestly, what's wrong with her all of a sudden?"

Yori nodded. "Yeah, she's mad. It must be something in the drink." He gave his own analysis. "I probably took the one meant for you." He gave a laugh. "I would prefer Kuroko's plan be successful." Misaka's reply was a crackle of electricity that went by his head.

She warned him. "Don't go over your head." Nope, not even imaginations are allowed if you get what I mean.

Yori squeaked. "Okay."

maiochita hanabira ga konayuki ni kawaru koro

maiagaru itoshisa wo dakishimeta

Uiharu cracked her stiff joints and straightened her back. She flexed her wrists before settling her fingers on the plastic keyboard. The music composed by the band Fripside played into her ears. Its name is Late in autumn. The display screen of her computer shows the website of Google.

shizuka ni yureteta konoha wa ima ni mo

owari wo tsugete chitte yuku

She took a slow calm breath while calculating in her mind. 1….2….3….

akikaze kaoru yuuhi sasu michi ni

futari no kage sagasu

She began by searching the company name in a direct manner. Armastech. The search generated three links. One is the main website, the other two different company websites. She viewed the two company websites, Ridford Chemistries and Zechs Engineering. These two are based outside of Academy City. She filled the important facts such as the address and other information for potential uses.

tsuraku naru tabi ni kimi wo kizutsuketa

jibun dake mamoru koto bakari

Next is the Armastech itself. She went into the details available. Our goal is to develop top of the line weapon products. She searched for the address but met a dead end.

kotoba ni shite ita surechigau hibi wo

kugiru tame no egao

There's no address?She saw a note at the site. Start looking for us and we'll find you. Uiharu threw that idea out the window. She must now find the details, the underground way. She searched her regular rumour parlours for anything about Armastech. Nothing came up, so she tried the other two companies. Zechs Engineering was bogus but there is a catch for Ridford Chemistries. Some anonymous was going about a secret network between Richford Chemistries and its affiliates to destroy the world. The other anonymous users bombarded the first and it kind of seems farfetched for such a company but she'll take it anyway. Now how do I find it?

hajimete kokoro kara hito wo

omoeta koto kimi ga kureta kara

shinjiteta yo eien ni kono toki ga tsu'zuku koto

Using her Uiharu computer sense, she traced the Internet protocol aka IP address of the Armastech website using her Judgment provided tools and access. This is where the art of a computer specialist begins. Black windows appear, scrolling numbers and text incomprehensible to those who are not familiar to the art. Her fingers worked furiously at the speed of a Ferrari.

furitsumoru omoi tomerarenakute

kitto kimi ga miete nakatta

soba ni ireru... tada sore dake de

zutto haruka saki mo…

Normal people would have called it words per minute or wpm. However, it is not just the use of the keyboard. Every single part of the keyboard and mouse is to be used to the maximum. Specialists in the field however have a different term for it. The term is called action per minute or APM. Characters, numbers are all coded in both Unicode and ASCII. The screens were flicked to and away in seconds. Side code as part of her desired plug-in operate in synchrony to get her what she needs for the next phase of her tasks.

ikite ikeru hazu da to sou omotta

watashi wa mada kodomo de

kimi ga nagashita namida ni ki'zukazu ni...

She traced its path slowly throughout the world, taking pit stops at proxy servers in China, Brazil, America, Denmark and then Singapore. Its final destination is India. The source should be here. She used her network programs to determine various in and out of India. The numbers are countless but she filtered it down to the exact building her pursued IP is entering from. The numbers dropped to sixty. She now needs to work the next step.

furitsumoru omoi konayuki ni nari

kitto kimi wo irodoreru kara

negai hitotsu dake kanau nara

douka kimi no moto de…

She referred to the addresses of the two affiliates of Armastech. One is in Australia and the other in Germany. She added a new filter, separation of IPs by countries. Four to Germany, six to Australia. Check. She added a filter to determine the intercept point for any IPs with the Armastech IP as its main holder. It gave her a new IP. Mate.

yorisoeru yasuragi wo kanjitai yo

ano hi no keshiki no naka

kimi to futari de yumemita sono saki ni..

She traced the IP to Japan and into a building at Osaka. Before she attempted to connect to the server, she prepared her own safety countermeasures. She rerouted her network pathways through North America to South America to Australia to Belgium to Vietnam before back to Academy City. Once satisfied she is secure, she began her digital entry.

aisuru koto oshiete kureta

kono itami wo wasurenai kara

kimi to watashi sugoshita imi ga

ima kokoro ni tomoru

tsugi no kisetsu wo koeta sono saki ni

watashi wa arukidasu yo

kimi to chikatta kotoba dake wo daite...

The server performed a basic query for a login ID and password. She used the Extractor to intercept to any network that's attempting to connect to the system at this very moment. There was one. She cracked her way into that IP, breaching past the inferior Internet firewalls and used it to get into the server instead. Now, she's a stowaway along a secret ride. I'm getting close. Uiharu's heartbeat starts to pace faster in anticipation. She saw the ID and password filled itself and the system clear their entry. She was greeted with a sophisticated black with dark blue border graphic user interface.

Welcome to the Network

Account/

Personal Files/

Emails/

Contacts/

History/

Public database/

Private Database/

Uiharu accessed the email and copied every available one to her laptop. It was met with a red warning.

SECURITY PROTOCOL INITIATED

Uiharu knew it was trouble and what was the cause. The data packets traveling into the system from her and the original user reached the destination simultaneously. Put two and two together and something does not make sense. Uiharu immediately went to copy the database but was shut out of the system.

YOU HAVE ENTERED A PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL SYSTEM. YOUR ACTIONS WILL BE REPORTED TO THE AUTHORITIES

Using Academy City level of computer technology, the system probably branched out the IP travel paths to actually find two different origin points. They probably have a profile on the original user, allowing the system to quickly determine the original origin of the IP. Uiharu shut off all the proxy connections she set up. They can't trace her now. However, her catch was meagre. She gathered a mere ten emails from the person's account. This will have to do for now. She began reading through them. Most of it was simple bureaucratic paperwork of expense reports to this Accounting department. She sighed. All that hard work for just this… The seventh mail brought more trouble.

Hey man, how are you doing? How you managed to screw Aiko yet? I'd just love to have a grab of those bosoms yeah.

Uiharu flushed red. Is this a kind of professional talk? Or is this just between guy talk? She wanted to close it away but she noticed the contents of the next sentence.

Anyhow we're waiting for your ESK material in Australia. Our HK project will need them soon for the final emergency based armament.

Her next thought was simple. Jackpot.

Knock Knock Knock

Touma opened the door of his apartment. "Eh?"

Yori gave a small wave. "This just in, we have a lead that goes to Australia."

Index popped out from the kitchen. "Eh? It's buffet man!"

"Yo." Yori leaned against the door end. "Anyhow Touma, are you up for a trip?"

Index appeared excited. "What trip?"

Yori said apologetically "Sorry, it's for Touma only."

Index wasn't happy with that. "Why only Touma can go? As his guardian, I need to keep watch over him from getting into dangerous situations!" Index as Touma's guardian…..right….

"Ah…well about that." Yori went into problem solving mode. "I suppose I have to repay you on the buffet. The offer only lasts until tomorrow though."

"Then I will just go with him." Index remains steadfast on her decision. Looks like that manoeuvre won't work anymore.

"Well Index, wherever we are going won't be dangerous. It's geared towards being a boring trip and I could use the company."

"Then why won't you let me come along?" Index popped a counter question.

"That's because only Touma is invited. Australia is quite sensitive on who comes in and out." Yori explained. He showed a document to them. It was a visa for Touma for a short term trip. Yori had already made the necessary preparations. Seeing this, Index pouted in annoyance.

Touma pondered. "How are we going to cover the costs? Whoever involved in that project of yours would be watching your finance movements." They know everything about him.

Yori smiled to that. "You forget that I was in the underworld. I always have a reserve bank account for such measures." He spread three credit cards across his palm with his thumb "So will you help me in the quest to find who made me to kill you?"

Touma nodded. "Count me in."