Toaru Kiken no Oto

A Certain Sound of Danger

After a far more restful night's sleep than she had had in the past couple days, Misaka woke up with a yawn. As usual she found herself coiled around her bedmate, enveloping her like a snake around its prey. The slow beating of the younger girl's heart and the rhythmic breathing suggested that she was still asleep. She carefully uncoiled though still held on to Kuroko, lest she start her flailing.

She glanced over to the clock and saw that it was still quite early in the morning. After how tired Kuroko had seemed yesterday she guessed that it would still be a while till she woke up.

Misaka sighed. Though she had said otherwise, she supposed the other girl was a bit of a burden. Over the past few days especially, in fact, ever since they had returned from the Queen incident. Since then it had been one crisis after another between them, and that was on top of the conflict coming from outside, from school and STORM. At this point most people would begin to wonder if the relationship was worth all the trouble it caused.

Not Misaka. Misaka was accustomed to trouble, she didn't mind it. In fact she would likely have had a harder time had there not been all these troubles. Kuroko was so aggressive that, in normal circumstances, she would have completely dominated the relationship, something that the older girl wouldn't be entirely at ease with. The electro-master was even less comfortable than most when it came to allowing herself to show vulnerability, so having Kuroko do the sorts of things that Misaka had been doing to her the past couple days would have been almost impossible for the older girl.

Things were actually easier than they would have been without all these troubles, relationship wise.

Speaking of troubles… she wasn't making too much progress against STORM, or rather Honogun's assets. She wasn't accustomed to attacking a corporation or group of people and she wasn't sure about it in general. From what she knew it was hardly a legitimate group but that didn't mean every employee was evil did it? That fact made it hard for her to take any particularly destructive actions, which were most of what Misaka could do.

Suddenly the heartbeat of the little teleporter she held in her arms began to speed up. While Misaka wasn't very good at reading expressions by looking, she could tell many things by feeling the flow of electricity through the body. Excitement was one of the easiest things to tell, it made the steady tempo of a person's heartbeat speed up until it was almost as fast as a heavy metal drum solo.

And if she was awake that only meant one thing Misaka sighed internally and counted down in her head. '3…2…1…" Suddenly her lips were enveloped in Kuroko's.

It happened every morning like clockwork. If Kuroko woke up first then it would happen a few seconds after the electro-master had gained a shred of lucidity and begun to open her eyes. That was usually enough of a surprise to wake her up the rest of the way. However, if Misaka woke up first then it would happen precisely 20 seconds after the teleporter woke up. She told herself that it was an inescapable thing that she just needed to accept and endure it each morning despite the embarrassment it caused her. She assured herself that it was an annoyance that she had hardly missed these past couple days.

The older girl often lied to herself…

"Good morning my beautiful Onee-sama," she chirped in that perky voice that Misaka did not know how she managed to produce so early in the morning. She nuzzled the older girl tenderly, "it's so wonderful to be back in your arms…"

"yeah yeah," Misaka said, trying to sound irritated but the embarrassment was so strong it was leaking into her voice regardless. Though that was hardly a necessary thing as it was made obvious enough by the deep blush that tinted her cheeks, "now can you get off of me."

"Sure thing Onee-sama," Kuroko agreed, though she figured she could probably stall for more time if she kept on talking, "Would you like me to cook you something for breakfast?"

After a fairly loud word of agreement from her stomach, which only caused the electro-master to blush a deeper shade of red, she nodded in agreement. Kuroko replied, "what would you like? Omelets? Fish?" she began, then she hastily mumbled, "me," under her breath and continued, "soup? Rice?"

"What was that third thing?" Misaka asked.

"The third thing?" the younger girl repeated with a grin, then she kissed her Onee-sama again, deeper this time. When she separated the next second she whispered seductively in the older girl's ear, "excellent choice."

The next second, the teleport began to resemble a breakfast food far more as she was thoroughly fried by the electro-master who stood up and stormed into the bathroom the next second. Despite the pain Kuroko smiled. It had been a while since her Onee-sama had last used her love whip against her and it had certainly been a while since she had been that harsh with it. Until now she had obviously thought of Kuroko as being too fragile to handle the shocks, especially since the older girl had discovered her injuries. Kuroko was glad things had gone back to normal and that Misaka was once again acknowledging her ability to endure her shocks.

With that done she stood back up, shaking off the numbness in her skin. Misaka's constant low-volt shocks that she had been during her sleep had helped to acclimate her muscles towards the numbness so it was becoming easier and easier to regain feeling and muscle control. She went into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for her Onee-sama, being sure to cook her favorite with as much love and care as she could.

It was weird. Before this spring she had hardly ever cooked for someone, even herself, but now she was at least proficient enough to earn her girlfriend's praise, though one could argue about the difficulty of that task. For a good portion of her life she had barely even eaten cooked food at all. But when she began planning to become her Onee-sama's roommate she had been sure to learn how to cook and do other household chores that she felt would be necessary to learn given her role as her Onee-sama's one and only.

Breakfast was almost done when Misaka came out of the bathroom, her body and hair still slightly damp from her shower. "So the offer was actually legitimate," she noted as she saw Kuroko cooking.

"But of course," Kuroko replied, "I will always take care of you and do what I can to make you happy." She finished cooking and plated out the food, handing it to the other girl with a smile dripping with love and care.

"Thanks," Misaka said, blushing slightly again at Kuroko's words and smile. "Aren't you going to have any?" she asked as she sat down at the table with the teleporter.

"Sure," the younger girl responded, the she opened her mouth wide.

"No, I'm not feeding you" Misaka answered, as she took her first bite. Kuroko's food was as delicious as always, but not even the bribe of good food would make her degrade herself like that. Not again...

Kuroko had expected as much but she didn't mind. She hadn't served herself up any for a reason. Any solid meal would probably just make her feel nauseous. She had already taken her supplements to ensure that her body would recover from the recovery that had gone on through the night. The bruises and cuts, even the stab wound in her shoulder, were completely healed and her muscles were completely rebuilt. Still she kept her mouth open expectantly despite her Onee-sama's refusal. She did this for several minutes, unnerving Misaka more and more until finally she gave up and shoved the piece of omelet that she was clutching with her chopsticks into the other girl's mouth saying, "there, happy now?"

After chewing and swallowing the piece of food she smiled, "I'm always happy when I'm around you."

A few seconds passed as Misaka wondered how to respond. However Kuroko beat her to it and asked, "what are your plans for today?"

"Just hanging around town. Why?"

"I was thinking about going and visiting Jericho."

"Who?" the older girl asked. The name sounded familiar but she had forgotten.

"My childhood friend."

"Oh yeah… " she replied, remembering the incident a week or two ago and the jealousy that it had caused in her. That jealousy was why the other girl was asking in the first place, she wanted to make sure that her jealousy prone girlfriend was fine with it. In truth Misaka was still a little bit uneasy about the whole matter but she didn't want Kuroko to know that she was jealous, not that she was or anything cause she wasn't, but she wouldn't want her to think that at least. So, with a shrug, she replied, "yeah. Do whatever you want."

"Good, thank you Onee-sama," the younger girl said with a smile and left to call Jericho to say that she would be coming over soon. As she talked Misaka left for the rest of the morning to do whatever it was she was doing.

Jericho said that she would be ready in a couple of hours so Kuroko burned 100 minutes or so tending to a related and very important matter. When she was done with that she headed to her friend's house, deciding that foot would be best rather than teleportation.

But as Kuroko walked towards and into the apartment complex that Jericho lived in she felt an odd chill run down the back of her neck. Something clearly wasn't right. She teleported up to the floor that Jericho's apartment was on and retrieved the tonfa from her belt. As she drew closer to the door she noticed it was slightly ajar. A glance at the frame revealed that it had been shattered along the places that held the locks. Someone had kicked the door in recently.

Kuroko entered the apartment gripping the tonfa tight in her hands and looked around. There was no sign of disturbance or a struggle. The only thing that looked like it had been disturbed at all was a hunk of plastic that had fallen off the table and was lying on the floor. After searching the apartment for Jericho only to find her gone Kuroko picked up the hunk of plastic and saw that it was a clock. It was a standard electrical clock that looked as if it had stopped ticking.

Most people would disregard this seemingly useless detail, but to Kuroko the significance of a broken clock was massive. Last time she had been here it had been functioning and the batteries in these types of clocks were supposed to last for years. Then she saw the little wording under the center of the face reading "Quartz". Most types of clocks were quartz clocks and this detail would have once again been an insignificant detail to anyone else but Kuroko knew better. She knew the ingenuity of her friend, especially under stressful situations. While Kuroko didn't know the specifics of how quartz clocks worked she knew it had to do with quartz's resonance. With her powers Jericho could cancel the crystal's vibrations or even shatter it if she had the inclination.

She examined the time and saw that it read 10:23. Given that she had talked to her that morning at 9:00 or so she guessed that it was AM. Given that it was now past 11:00 it means that she had kidnapped for a little under an hour. Kuroko searched the desk more thoroughly and finally found a little scrap of paper under the keyboard upon which was scrawled a hastily written note that simply read "Damsel" and under that was the number "2.1195".

"Kuro, why is this familiar?" She asked, remembering the word from somewhere but not having enough time to meditate on it at the moment. Kuro however could do so far quicker and more easily than she could.

Quickly finding the memory, Kuro pulled it up. It had been when they were younger, just shortly after becoming friends. The two young girls were seated on a bench and Jericho was sniffling. It looked like she had just gotten done crying over something. Kuroko was comforting her, "It's ok, it's ok. I'm here Asura-chan. I found you, you don't need to worry any more. The knight always finds and rescues the damsel doesn't she?"

Now Kuroko remembered. This memory had been after the two of them went out together. Kuroko had gotten ahead of herself and the girls had gotten separated for quite a while until finally Kuroko had found her away from the crowd clinging to a lamppost. As soon as she saw Kuroko she began crying, but not until then. She had always been like that. Under normal circumstances Jericho was one of the most timid people Kuroko had ever met. But as you put more and more stress onto her she became tougher and tougher, only reverting back once the stress was gone.

It probably had something to do with her family. Jericho's father had been a police chief for the dangerous city of Osaka and a good one at that. He had been assigned there to deal with the city's rampant Yakuza problem and thus faced mortal danger on a daily basis. He was a cautious man and taught his children to be the same. He never knew when he might not come home from work alive or when his family might be used as a tool or hostage against him.

While this had taught Jericho and her older brother how to stay calm under extreme duress it had also negatively affected the impressionable young girl. While her brother was too old at the time to have been greatly influenced by the danger lectures of their father Jericho had come away from it slightly paranoid and very distrustful of human nature. She was shy because every time she was in a crowd she was afraid that someone might be a dangerous criminal just looking for a chance to strike. Kuroko was the only person in this city (other than her brother but he worked for Anti-Skill in a different district and she rarely saw him) whom she trusted.

On the plus side, however, he had taught her how to deal with many different types of emergencies, including kidnappings. She knew that resisting was pointless and a bad idea but she also knew that leaving behind a message was important to make sure that people understood what happened and if possible help to locate you.

Back then, after getting lost, she had proceeded to an easily visible marker away from the crowd and stayed put, like she was supposed to. But Kuroko had an idea of how they could make it easier to find each other if they ever got seperated, "Next time you get lost just make a noise with your power."

"But that's not one of the procedures daddy taught me," she had said, ever trusting of her father, even after the divorce.

"So. It's a new procedure. Procedure:Damsel. You can still do one of the other things just make a noise that I can hear, or better yet one that I can't hear. I have that app on my phone that you use for practice that can detect low-frequency or high-frequency sounds. Just do one of those and I'll find you in a jiffy."

Jericho nodded and the memory ended. Kuroko was surprised that she had remembered that after all this time but it did make things easier.

Now that she had the time it had happened and a method for locating the other girl it would be quite simple to find the distressed damsel with all of her new toys.

First was the matter of finding where they had gone. This street wasn't monitored but several of the nearby streets were. Accessing the cameras manually was easy with her Judgment access codes and the advanced encryption software of the system's computer allowed her to do so without raising any alarms. Kuroko knew that getting Anti-Skill involved wasn't a good idea. She could handle this better by herself, she had proven that much over the past couple of days.

Narrowing the timeframe down to between 10:24-10:26, she quickly analyzed the footage until she saw a white van wheeling down the street. Making her way into the surveillance network in the region, she followed the van's progress until she couldn't any more. But still it narrowed down the search tremendously. Now she teleported to the region and tuned her suit's earpiece to search for sounds of 2.1195 Hz with maximum sensitivity. Immediately she received a weak response from the north and began making her way there. Low frequency sounds could travel farther than high frequency sounds so even though the distance was great she could still find it. Finally she arrived at the place. It looked like a large, multi-story parking garage. She stood fifty meters or so away from it, taking out her earpiece and surveying it from behind a corner.

"Boss it looks like we have a visitor," the man who was watching the monitors said as a young girl suddenly appeared on one of the alley cameras. She seemed to be checking out the building.

The boss turned and looked, smiling when he saw who it was. "Well well, the scourge herself... let's see if she can handle this..." He said as he picked a briefcase off from on top of a table set in the middle of one of the levels. He hooked up a microphone to the sound systems that were scattered throughout the building and then flipped the switch.

Suddenly Kuroko fell to her knees in pain as the horrible sound rang through her ears. The next second the pain stopped.

"Ahh, unfortunate," Kuro remarked as she took over Shiro's body for her while the capacity down, intensity amplified by the numerous speakers, completely depowered her. Kuro peered around the corner and saw that four of the thugs from the building where charging at her position, guns in hand. She took half a second to take the ribbons out of her hair as she thought about the situation.

It would be foolish to charge them. While she was wearing the chest armor, every other piece of armor she had dropped back off at her secret place. Not even Shiro's childhood friend was worth the risk of charging 4 armed men with that little protection so Kuro turned around.

What are you doing, Shiro cried from inside her head, Why are you running away? Aren't you going to rescue her?

"Yes I am," Kuro responded. But despite her agreement she took off down the alley and away from the people and the garage at high speed. Finally when the people were just rounding the corners she reached the dead-end at the end of the alley from which she could now go either right towards the garage or left away from it. Kuro chose neither. Now going at her full speed she began running right up the wall of the building, getting around eight feet of elevation before gravity began to pull her back down. Before it had the chance she pushed hard off the wall, jumping away from it and granting her just enough extra height to grab onto the scaffolding of the fire escape of one of the buildings across from it. From there she climbed up the fire escape onto the roof of the building while the thugs were trying to figure out where she had gone.

From the roof she surveyed the area and figured out the best route to the garage. She quickly identified it and retrieved something from out of her weapons belt. Then she began running again, vaulting over and under obstacles and leaping across rooftops at a blinding speed. However now the final jump was in her sight and the 10 meter gap was too large for even professional long jumpers to do. Still she ran towards it, and just before she reached the edge she chucked a small cylindrical device in front of her and used that as a stepping stone for her jump. The moment her foot left the cylinder a high speed jet of fluid shot out of both ends, propelling her far enough to catch the edge of the building and hoist herself up.

She was disappointed to have sacrificed one of those liquid grenades to do so but she had made it onto the roof of the building. But the now dripping wet girl wasn't alone, two other goons, one armed with a pistol the other with a knife, were standing on the roof and had witnessed the entire thing. Of course now they were terrified. One of their colleagues had told them of the viscous little girl that had arrested so many of their Skill-Out brothers in District seven. Now the legendary scourge stood in front of them, not even slowed down by their secret weapon.

The one armed with a pistol was shaking as he took aim. Kuro used this fear, and the inaccuracy that it was sure to bring, to her advantage and began running towards him, zigging back and forth to provide a hard target. He got off two shots which both flew wide before the girl was upon him, grabbing him and the other thug by the throat and throwing them off of the building where they would have died had a conveniently placed dumpster full of soft things not been at the bottom to break their fall.

Now that she had gotten rid of those two she began making her way down. She still had 3 floors until she reached the one where Jericho was, or at least where the sound had been strongest. This floor had 4 people but now she had had enough time to draw one of her tonfa so she was hardly at a disadvantage, especially considering these people weren't armed with guns. Ferociously she charged the first and closest thug. However he was ready. He was more highly trained than most of his buddies in martial arts and was not afraid of the scourge that stood in front of him. He readied his attack and swung at the girl.

Kuro saw him draw his arm back, a signal that he was about to attack. She didn't have enough time to stop and her forward momentum prevented her from moving to the side fast enough. So she did the next best thing and used the fact that the soles of her shoes were still soaking wet to slide along the ground under his attack. As she slid past him she swung her tonfa at his legs sending him to the ground.

Unfortunately this landed her right in the range of another thug who swung at her. Rather than blocking this she swung at him in return, their fists colliding in midair. Despite the size difference Kuro's strength was far greater than his and her knuckles had been replaced with more durable artificial ones after the third time she had broken them as a child. This caused her punch to easily break the other man's knuckles, making him recoil in pain.

She silenced him with a quick hit over the back of the head as the other two charged at her. She dropped low, shifting her center of gravity low to the ground. When the came within range she sprang forward, dealing powerful blows right to their stomachs, knocking them both out.

With this floor done she proceeded to the next one. She had barely made it down the ramp when she saw this floors opposition, a man kneeling a few meters away with an rpg propped on his shoulder aimed directly for her. He grinned and fired before she had a chance to react. Had Shiro been in charge she could have teleported away, but Kuro could do no such thing and the rocket hit her directly in the chest, knocking her back several steps as it bounced off.

What the man had forgotten was that both the rocket and the warhead did not activate immediately, instead waiting till they had reached eleven meters before the rocket went off and the impact fuse was activated. The fuse was also set to go off in four and a half seconds after firing, despite the distance travelled, a fact which Kuro both knew and, despite her cracked sternum and bruised lungs, used to her advantage. Recovering her balance, she picked up the warhead and threw it hard towards her attacker. It overshot her target considerably but the resulting explosion still knocked him and the other two people on this floor unconscious.

Now Kuro knew that they were waiting though. So this time she used her glasses to look down and locate the enemy. There were six people all but one of whom had guns. The sixth was smaller and near the far side of the building away from the down ramp. One of the others was standing next to her, aiming a gun at her head, keeping her hostage.

She couldn't go down the ramp it seemed, but luckily this was a parking garage and there was more than one way down. She ran towards the end of the garage where Jericho was being held one floor below and leaped out of the mostly open sides of the building. As she jumped she twisted around and grabbed hold of the lip of the half wall, scraping some skin from her hands but allowing her to swing downward at speed and kick the gunman threatening Jericho directly in the head as Kuro swung herself down into the next floor. The other four turned around when they heard this, their guns ready to fire. Luckily they were clustered in one big group so, picking up the shelf full of electronic equipment near her, she tossed it across the room. Despite weighing several hundred pounds it soared several meters across the room landing on the unfortunate gangsters.

With the central control bank shattered, the high pitched sound of capacity down stopped. In the newly established quiet she heard a ruckus as serveral more gangster began climbing up the ramp. The bottom levels had been even more heavily guarded than the top and Kuro wasn't in the best of shape to face them down.

This proved to be unnecessary however as the cement ceiling above the up ramp crumbled and fell down, blocking the way as the building began to shake. Kuro turned to Jericho who was standing completely still. But Kuro could see the faint movement of the dust in the air that suggested that she was using her power.

Though her face was taciturn Kuro could see confusion in Jericho's eyes and her voice trembled as she said, "Shiro-chan?"

Kuro nodded, "yes Jericho-chan, it's me," she said as she extended her hand to the white haired girl. However Jericho didn't take the hand, instead she took a step back.

"no... you're not Shiro-chan...you may look like her but you sound different... who are you?" She asked, noting the difference in cadence and tone of this person's voice. Even though this person looked like her best friend and had saved her from her kidnappers she was still suspicious. Not all rescuers work for your benefit and someone could have easily shape shifted into the other girl's form. So right now she would maintain this frequency, which would shake the building and worry the other people but wasn't enough to destroy the stone.

Or it least it shouldn't have been. But the building was old and already falling apart. This caused a large chuck of cement right over Jericho's head to break off and begin falling towards her. The only warning she had was the large crack that happened just before it fell, so she couldn't avoid it. Kuro had faster reflexes however and, snatching the Capacity Down suitcase as she leaped forward, grabbing the white haired girl and getting her out of the way just in time. But the pair had just barely landed when several more cracks sounded, too many to avoid all of them. So Kuro hoisted Jericho into her arms and jumped out of the window. She jumped towards the building opposite the garage and used the wall to slow her fall but she still hit the ground fast. She twisted to ensure the smaller, less durable girl she held in her arms would be on top when she hit so she wouldn't suffer any injuries.

"Shiro-chan," Jericho called worried, despite knowing that it wasn't her friend.

"I'm fine," Kuro said. Her tailbone had probably received a minor injury but she was used to falls like that and knew how to minimize the impact stress. She let go of the other girl and stood up, "Come on, we're not out of trouble yet. I promise when we're safe I'll explain."

Even the somewhat paranoid Jericho knew that this was the best thing to do and sticking with the person who had rescued her and saved her life to her own injury was the best chance she had. So she walked down the alley with the person who looked like her friend.

They had almost made it to the end when a group of 4 gangsters rounded the corner. Kuro began sliding into her fighting stance but before she could blink the person in front was holding a sword to her throat. The man in front of her was somewhat short and agile, dressed in black jacket and pants with a black shirt with a white-cross pattern. He looked her in the eyes then looked at her shoulder. He furrowed his brow for a second then sheathed his sword. "let's go," he said to his men as he turned around.

"You kidding?" said one of them, raising his gun towards the two, "I ain't letting them escape." He said and pulled the trigger. However the other man was faster and sliced the gun neatly in two with his ninjato.

"I said 'we're going,'" he ordered once again, turning his head slightly to face the rebel and glaring at him. As he turned Kuro saw that the headband he wore had a metal emblem right in the middle of it. Then she realized that she was still wearing the symbol the ninja had given her those many days ago. Though the symbol was different from the one on his head. He then went round the other corner of the alley, followed by his scared subordinates.

Kuro simply went with it and ran down the other alley, towing Jericho behind her. They ran until Kuro decided they were safe. Then she turned to the other girl who was horrendously out of breath even though she herself hadn't broken a sweat.

"Who...are...you..." she managed to gasp out.

Kuro took a deep breath, "remember the imaginary friend from school? Kuro? That's me... Not so much an imaginary friend as a latent personality. I come out when Shiro is in danger, like when she is subjected to the Capacity Down. How else did you think I had managed to retrieve them?"

Jericho just stood there. She was shaking and her eyes seemed unsure. So Kuro took a step forward and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, pulling her towards herself. "I am still your friend, as I have always been. I will not hurt you, I promise." The moment she said this the other girl began to cry, sobbing pitifully. Now that she was safe and calm all the stress from the kidnapping and everything else that she had been bearing so stoically released itself in a stream of tears that lasted several minutes.

When it was finally over she sniffled and looked to the other girl, "what now?"

"We should get you to somewhere safe, I know of a place if you can just trust me," she said as she pulled out a phone. She dialed a number and waited for the other line to pick up, "It's me, Kuroko. I'm sorry to ask but I was wondering if you could do me a favor... I have a friend who is in a little bit of trouble. Skill-out is after her. I was wondering if you could look after her for a while."

"An interesting request," said Itora from the other end of the line, "If she's willing to work while she's here then sure. And don't worry, the work is completely legal. Probably filing or something unless she has an interesting ability. Just bring her around."

"Thank you," she said and hung up, "come on," she said to Jericho and led her to Itora's residence where she left the other girl, telling her that she would be back again in a couple of days to make sure she was all right.

With that finished. All she had to do was hunt down the pereskia to change back and drop off the capacity down in a safe location. She should probably heal herself before that as well, seeing as she had an almost dislocated shoulder from the shelf throwing, a cracked sternum, bruised lungs, and a slightly injured tailbone.

"Your friends are troublesome," She said to Shiro.

They are worth any trouble. Besides, Jericho is your friend too. You wouldn't have gone that far for Uiharu or Saten. And you'd probably have just watched and laughed if it was my beloved Onee-sama. By the way, you did really great out there. Nice job.

"You're the one who did all the training, I just implemented it. You should feel pride in yourself, not in me," Kuro said, "More importantly, how do you feel now that someone knows about me."

It bugs me a little bit, she seemed so scared when she first saw you. I think I was right in keeping it from her, from everyone.

"What happens when the others learn," Kuro said.

They won't

Despite how sure Shiro seemed Kuro knew it was just a matter of time.

"Dammit..." said the recently defeated Skill-out boss into his cellphone, "I was so close to getting that brat to replicate those devices."

"Don't worry," Said the man on the other line, "We've got enough for our plan without another copy," he grinned as he held up what looked like a simple tape recorder, "Soon the city will fall beneath the heels of Skill-out and those ESPer's will rue the day they messed with us."

Author's note: Sorry this took so long. Life interferes sometimes. Anyway I promise I'll get the next one out as soon as possible to make up for it, so don't lose faith. Enjoy the chapter.

Also... contrary to what some may think the bit about Osaka wasn't a joke. It is the most dangerous city in all of Japan.

Dedications: This chapter is dedicated to Shirai Kuroko. You're seriously awesome. It's such a pity you are so underrated.

Coming Soon: Betrayal, the screaming chariots march forth.