12:52 PM

Mikoto Misaka rested soundly in the confines of her dorm. Normally if she received news about two Tokiwadai students having their panties stolen, she would have without a doubt attempted to get involved in finding him in spite of Kuroko's hypothetical objections. Even though she was the third most powerful esper in the entire city according to the rankings, she was still a citizen and encouraged not to get involved in maintaining civil obedience. It was the responsibility of Judgment to enforce justice upon students who choose to misuse their abilities.

However, Mikoto decided to heed Kuroko's advice and go to sleep. The empty bowl of soup laid on the side of her bed. She turned to her right and hugged her pillow tightly. Her cheeks were red and even I can't tell you if it was because she was sick or because she was having a lewd dream.

I mean, I could but, well… fuck you. Moving on.

"Shtop running away, shu idiot," she muttered in her sleep. "Tell meh how you keep blocking my shotsshhhhh…"

A pebble hit the window of her dorm. A few seconds later, two more pebbles bounced off it. Mikoto was too dazed to noticed. A fourth pebble hit the window and still no response.

Two seconds later, a rock the size of a high school student's backpack smashed through the window. Mikoto quickly sat up with her pillow in her arms. She slipped into a pair of slippers with a cartoon frog design and quickly tip toes to the broken window frame, still with the pillow in her arms.

"What the hell ish wrong with you?!" she shouted.

Mikoto was greeted by four girls who looked exactly like her, clad in the Tokiwadai Middle School uniform and night vision goggles. They all carried black cases, except for the sister laying on the ground with her mouth open agap, drooling. Her case was adjacent to her on the right

"Big sister refused to respond to Misaka's advances, so she had to resort to using drastic measures, explains #10032, explaining the situation clearly even though she thinks her actions were self evident and justified."

Mikoto squeezed her right hand and sparks of blue electricity flared around her hair.

"Grrrrrrr," she growled before sighing. "What are you guys even doing here?"

"There has been an incident regarding one of our sisters, explains #10035, cutting to the chase."

Mikoto raised her right eyebrow.

"Huh? What kind of *sniff* inchident?"

"A perverted esper appears to have attacked #20001, using his teleportation ability to steal her panites, explains #19090."

There was a noticeable pause. One could feel the tension slowly rising.

"...What?"

"Misaka did not know what to do. She felt as if a piece of her pride and self-worth were taken from her as well. Misika never imagined that she could so easily stripped of her dignity. It was an awful and humiliating feeling, explains #10039, hiding the sorrow in her heart through a cold expression and monotone voice."

The Misaka Network connected the sisters via electromagnetic brain waves. They could share laughter, sadness, joy, and anger. Mikoto silently pondered the ramifications of what has been explained to her.

"We thought you might like to know, considering you are our big sister and therefore, this affects you just as much as this affects us, says #19090."

"However, interjects #10032 . You are not obligated to aid us in our path to justice. The option to reject our way is still on the table. However, we feel that you would make the right choice. So don't be a shady bitch."

"Yeah, don't be a bitch, adds #10035 needlessly but for the fun of saying bitch."

A butterfly landed on the nose of the sister laying on the ground. Her toothless smile widened as drool fell out the side of the corner of her mouth.

"Zwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."

"Excellent point yet again #13577, says #19090."

"Uhhhh," Mikoto sid. "What's up with her?"

"She spent three hours looking at paint dry. However, it appears she stood too close to it and the inhaled fumes, damaging her speech and dexterity functions, explains #10032."

"It's okay though. She will be fine in a few hours. Plus, we like her this way, says #10035."

"Misaka leans over and points #13577 in the cheek with a stick to highlight the joy of abusing the helpless Misaka, says #19090 without any regard for her sister's current state of health."

"We would feel bad if she didn't do it to herself. She had it coming, says #10032 telling it like it is."

"Someone get Misaka a permanent marker so she can write inappropriate things on her face, says #10035 revealing a mischievous side."

Mikoto's expression appeared very confused as she watches three of her sisters circling around a semi-conscious sister and talking smack about her. She sighed.

"I'll get my clothes," she shouted while turning around. She yawned and stretched her back and arms in the air. Walking towards her dresser, she extended her right arm across her chest and squeezes it between her left arm. Lightning rose from her forehead, sending her hair up. She had a strong look of determination in her eyes that one could say it outshone the lightning surrounding her.

(I don't know who this scumbag thinks he is, but if he thinks he can just come into my city and hurt my sisters, he's got another thing coming!)