Eating has sort of become a challenge. The food, surprising and unsurprisingly, again...
... Is rice curry. His favourite. Homemade too!
Even that still doesn't make the task at hand any bit easier though. The lack of usage on his teeth and jaw made masticating something that he never thought he would ever worry about. The sensation on his tongue is foreign, almost alien. He chews slowly, methodically, as if relearning the process from scratch. The curry's spices, usually so vibrant and comforting, now seem muted, their flavors dulled by drugs flowing through his system.
His teeth ache slightly as he bites down - the sensation jarring, like numbing pins and needles across his gums. The rice grains feel too soft, almost gelatinous in his mouth, their texture unfamiliar after so long without proper eating. He swallows with difficulty, the act feeling foreign and awkward. Even drinking made his throat constrict painfully, as if it had atrophied from disuse.
Kikyou stands by the bedside, watching in somber stillness that reflects the quiet, muted atmosphere of the room. Her face is set in a concerned mask, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she observes him struggle with the simple act of eating. "There's no rush, kid," she murmurs softly. "Take as long as you need. No one's timing you."
Her words are meant to be encouraging, but there's an underlying tension in the way she says them, a subtext that speaks volumes. For all the world knows, he's survived what should have killed him, but now he faces a different kind of battle - one against his own body and its newfound fragility.
Sure, he'll be back to normal in, say, a month's time or so. Not to mention, the medical advancement in the city might provide better results, and with Heaven Canceller's expertise might minimize, if not, take out chances of mistakes in its procedures. But for now, he's still a far cry from the person he once was.
He's like a soggy sponge that's been rung out, wringing out the remaining moisture. A fragile, shaky, hollow shell of himself, a living, breathing echo of the boy he once was. The weight of his gaze is heavy on him, even as he sits there, feeling like a hollowed-out log, his muscles weak and useless, his heart beating faintly in his chest. He doesn't know why he's even alive, much less conscious.
The world outside the window is a blur of muted colors and shapes, the cityscape seeming to stretch endlessly in all directions. The air feels thick and heavy, pressing down on him like a physical weight. His body aches with every movement, every breath feeling like a struggle against an invisible force. The drugs coursing through his system make the world feel distant, almost dreamlike, as if he's watching himself from afar.
He supposed this was the second reason why he hated hospitals. It was either people that he's close to, or it was him that was inside one of those. Not the sterile equipment or the stuffy environment. Just people and memories associated with the places that make the situation heavier and darker, weighing you down in your head as your heart skips a few beats before pumping harder again to try to stabilize yourself, despite knowing the reality. But sometimes, life had other plans in mind for him.
Even then, there is one more question on his mind.
"How much of... that shit was still left... inside my system anyways?" Kikyou's face darkens slightly at the question, her usually composed demeanor cracking just a fraction. "More than we'd like, but less than we feared," she replies, her tone measured. "The medical team is still working on it, trying to flush out what's left of the opiates and whatever else they had injected to keep you from screaming in agony. It's... not an easy process."
She pauses, choosing her next words carefully. "But you're strong, kid. You've always been strong. And now, you're even stronger for having survived this." Her words are laced with pride, but there's an undercurrent of something else - perhaps fear, or maybe just the weight of the reality they both face. The room feels suffocatingly small, the air thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.
"I see," he mutters weakly, his eyes flickering towards the window and the city outside. The sun is setting now, painting the sky in brilliant hues of blue. No clouds. Again. "Say," he adds, his voice even softer than before, "What happened to Esther?"
Kikyou's face tightens almost imperceptibly at the question. She turns away for a moment, composing herself before answering. "Esther... she left," she sighed the words out. The girl in question, a certain blond girl along with those bands of younger, more eccentric girls. Kikyou could remember her. "She's the one who brought you here."
He nodded. Hirano wasn't exactly surprised, given what he knew about her. "Did she... say anything to you?"
Kikyou paused for a moment before bringing her hand over to ruffle his hair. "Just that she was sorry, and that she'd come back for you once she could. She said to tell you that she... cared about you." The words came out softly, almost inaudible. There was a gentle curve on Kikyou's lips, and she looked at him with a faint smile. "She also mentioned something about you being her favorite person in the world."
He hummed in response. "Was there... anyone else with her?"
Kikyou blinked. She looked surprised. Then after a second of silence, she started laughing. It brought back some of the colours on her face, with her cheeks flushed red and her face split into a wide grin. "You're really dense, don't you think?" The boy even had the guts to look at her with a confused expression, his brow furrowed. "Either you're really dense, or you're playing coy. Hell, I could just assume that you're deliberately ignoring that last bit."
His face twists into a confused look at her statement - furrowed brows with lips pressed into a thin line, juggling his thoughts. "What do you mean?"
"Yeah, I think I'll save the girl from any more awkward conversations with you." She chuckles, shaking her head. "But I'll tell you this - there was a whole group of them. The whole band, in fact. They were all there when you were brought in. And they were all pretty... amazed? They looked at you like you're some sort of god. They couldn't stop staring. Well, except for Esther, the girl was just worried sick, if you know what I mean."
She glances at him with a sly smile. "You know, you've got quite the fan club, kid. Even if you don't seem to realize it." Hirano's eyes flicker away from her, his gaze fixed on some point in the middle distance. "There you go again with that 'staring off into space' cliche. You do know that's really annoying, don't you? It's like you're trying to solve the universe's greatest mystery or something. And here I am, having to wait while you zone out."
He glances back at her. "It's not intentional," again, he looked back at the window. He could hear Kikyou huffing out loud. "At least, not until you mentioned it." Her knuckles knocked at the back of his head. Light enough that he could barely feel it, though enough to make him flinch. "Hey, watch it," he mutters, rubbing the spot where she hit him.
"Uh-huh. Eat your damn food so you can get better faster." Kikyou crosses her arms, her words firm but tinged with affection. "A good eating schedule could get you out here faster. That way, you'll stop being so grumpy all the time."
He looks down at the half-eaten plate of curry and rice, then back up at Kikyou. "I'm not grumpy," he protests weakly, but his words lack conviction. "And you said not to rush."
Kikyou rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her face. "You're right, I did say that. But I also said to take as long as you need, and you've been at it for what, an hour now? At this rate, you'll be here until next month." She leans against the wall, her posture relaxed but her eyes still fixed on you. "Besides, I thought you'd be more eager to get out of here."
He did. If only to leave the sterile, suffocating confines of the hospital room. He wondered what the others are doing right now. Had they visited him? Were they even aware of him being here? They must've. Earlier that morning, he was told by Aiho that everyone had visited him the day before.
Especially a certain twin tailed Kuroko, who'd been faithful enough to stay over until past midnight - mostly because she had work by that hour and therefore isn't constricted by the City's curfew - and had insisted on staying just to make sure he was fine. She'd apparently brought him flowers, though they looked more like dandelions and weeds than any proper bouquet. Still, the thought and effort behind them were touching.
Thinking about her doing that for him, kinda makes him feel warm.
"Look at you, you dork," the words broke him out of his train of thoughts. His head perked up at the giggling woman beside him. "You're all red and stuff. What's got you blushing like that, huh?" Kikyou wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
He glares at her, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Nothing," he mutters, averting his gaze and fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. Kikyou chuckles, clearly amused by his discomfort.
"Come on, out with it. What's got you all flustered? Or should I say... who~?" She moves closer, speaking in a teasing whisper. "Is it that cute little blondie, Frenda?"
"I'm not-" he starts to protest, but Kikyou cuts him off with a knowing smirk.
"Or maybe it's the other blond... Misaki, was it?" She leans in closer, speaking softly. "I mean, she's quite the catch, I'd be blushing too if I were you."
He shakes his head, his face still flushed. "It's not like that,"
Kikyou raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing his insistent words. "Oh, come on. You can tell me. I won't judge... much."
He looks at her, his face still red. "It's... it's not about them. It's just..." He trails off, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know what I'm feeling... really." He finally manages to get out, his words laced with confusion and a touch of vulnerability. Kikyou's grin softens slightly as she watches him squirm, sensing his genuine discomfort.
She was still snickering like a schoolgirl, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Aww, you're so adorable when you're all flustered like this." She pats his head, her touch gentle despite the mockery. "But really, it's okay to be confused. Emotions are... complicated, especially at your age. Like that one friend I had back at high school who married young, had 5 kids by 25 years of age and divorced with the 6th kid. Or that other friend who was so sure about his career path, only to find out he hated it after 2 years of working. Hell, even I don't know what I want to do with my life, and I'm 31 years old." She shrugs, her face relaxing into a gentle smile.
"The point is, you don't have to figure everything out right now. Just... take it one step at a time, and don't be too hard on yourself." She extends her hand to ruffle his hair affectionately. "And who knows? Maybe one of these days, you'll look back on this moment and laugh about how clueless you were." Her smile widens as she watches you, her words taking on a more serious tone. "Just remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."
Again, he hummed. Though he did start to feel a tad bit more relaxed, his earlier embarrassment still clinging to him like a second skin. He could feel the warm air from the vent above him, and the faint sounds of the nurses chatting in the hallway outside. The world felt a bit quieter, as if the conversation had settled into a comfortable pause. Kikyou's words lingered in the air, their sincerity evident in every syllable.
Still though, the confusing emotions he'd been feeling earlier refused to subside entirely. He found himself pausing on his thoughts, his mind drifting to the image of a certain twin-tailed Kuroko.
He frowned when he began thinking of weird things again.
This all happened because of that one scene for when he first saw Esther like that just several days back. It's not that he's never seen someone wet before - he'd bathed with Aiho when he was a kid. What's so different from seeing Esther like that? Even worse, why does Kuroko keep on popping up in his head, when she wasn't even present during it? And why the hell is his face flushing hotter whenever he thinks of that? Is it because of Kuroko, or because he's just so flustered in general? Is this what hormones are like? Or is it just his own mind playing tricks on him?
He shakes his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. But they persist, refusing to be ignored. He's never had any problems with hormones before. Could it be, seeing and experiencing nothing but platonic, innocent moments for so long that his mind is now overcompensating that suddenly being flashed with something like that forced his brain to go into overdrive to realize that he's not a fucking kid anymore?
'Fuck...' His eyes twitched. He inaudibly cursed to himself, his mind spinning. 'This hormone thing is clearly not for me.'
Kuroko could've sworn that her hearings were playing tricks on her. She could feel her stomach drop, similar to when she was free falling from great heights. The ringings in her ears made it hard to focus on the words coming from Frenda. Corners of her vision darkening and blurring, Kuroko's grip on Frenda tightened unconsciously.
There were chills up her spine. There was suddenly sweat on her palm, and the room felt much colder than before. She wanted to ask what Frenda meant, but her voice caught in her throat. "A-... huh...?" Kuroko managed to stammer out, her usual composure completely shattered by this revelation.
"What did she say? Kuroko-san, please tell us." Uiharu whispered urgently, her face pale with shock. Ruiko's hand tightened on Frenda's shoulder, her face a mask of concern and confusion. The room was silent, save for the faint sound of Frenda's ragged breathing and the occasional sniffle.
They mustn't have heard it. Not when the girl's breathing is louder than her own words, and certainly not when they were already worried sick and couldn't comprehend anything beyond their concern. But Kuroko heard it. The twin tailed girl has the blond in her arms, at this distance, how could she not?
Part of her wished that she shouldn't have heard it, because now the knowledge was inside her, burning and twisting, threatening to take her apart.
Mugino Shizuri, 4th ranked Level 5, the Meltdowner. That name was and IS still infamous among law enforcers in Academy City. She is linked to so many minor infringements on every district in the city, that both Judgement and Anti-Skills had this girl on their watch list.
The minor infractions were nothing, really, but the mounting cases after another really adds up to her reputation as an uncontrollable delinquent. But really, a delinquent is not something that you'd label a Level 5 as. The major crimes she's committed were, as the following goes - 13 cases of vandalism on public properties, over 300 cases of public disturbance, 200 cases of property damage, 12 cases of arson, with an additional 1 case of murder.
The person she murdered was some random hooligan. Cause of death; had half his head melted off. Why? He was there when she got really, REALLY, pissed off.
The Anti-Skills were gonna put her away, they even brought half of their entire force just to capture that psychopath. She didn't even try to hide; sitting in a park and handing herself over when she was found (not after having everyone wait 10 minutes for her to finish her milkshake, glowing green and barking at anyone who dares to approach her until then).
It was absurd how much power one holds over the other, and how the fear of that power is enough to make one think twice before making a move.
In the end, If thats not fucked up enough yet, Mugino got away with just a slap on the wrist. 2 weeks in solitary confinement. Made specifically for her. Specific, as in, lavish and furnished with a 60 inch TV, a gaming console, and a fridge stocked with her favorite snacks. The only thing that made it "solitary" was the fact that she was alone in it.
Who could've pulled the strings to get her out of that mess? Who could've been that powerful to make a Level 5 with a murder charge get away with just 2 weeks in luxury? No one knows, and no one dared to ask. Not even the Board of Directors are that powerful.
But the question remains...
What did Frenda do to get the attention of the Meltdowner? How could a Level 5 be after a mere Level 0? The very thought of it was enough to make her feel sick. Why would someone so well endowed, extravagantly rich, and powerful be so utterly, uncontrollably furious at a nobody like Frenda?
"Kuroko!" Ruiko's voice cut through Kuroko's thoughts, her face showing the same concern as before. The twin-tailed girl's grip on Frenda unconsciously tightened, causing the blonde to whimper softly. Kuroko's face contorted, torn between the need to protect Frenda and the overwhelming fear of what this situation might bring. Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them good.
Frenda's words came out in a broken whisper, barely audible. "I..." Her blue eyes, usually so vibrant and lively, now looked dull and lifeless as she stared at the floor. "I... I messed up. I really messed up this time." Frenda's words faltered, wavering, her body shaking uncontrollably as she spoke. She buried her face in Kuroko's shoulder once more, her tears soaking through the fabric of Kuroko's uniform.
The only one fully aware of the situation here is Kuroko. Seeing how she herself had reacted, and the implication that involving the others into this might only made things worse, Kuroko decided that the best course of action for now is to keep the girls in the dark. At least until she has a better idea of what to do.
The best course of action is getting some protections first. "Uiharu, could you please call Misaka and Misaki over please? Tell them it's urgent." Uiharu's perked up upon hearing her name, but she nods and immediately pulls out her phone. Ruiko looks between Kuroko and Frenda, her face a picture of concern and unease. Frenda's body remains tense and shaking, but she doesn't resist as Kuroko gently strokes her back, trying to soothe her.
Leaning down over to her ears, Kuroko whispered, "It's okay. We're in this together." Her voice trembled, and she steeled herself before addressing the other girls. "Please, Uiharu, make sure you're quick. I'll explain everything soon, I just... I just need to speak to them first. It's very important."
"Can't you tell us now so that we might have a better understanding of what's going on." Ruiko is feeling the frustration, and it shows in her words. "Frenda-san is in a bad shape right now, and we're just standing here not knowing what to do." Kuroko's face sets in a firm mask, her emotions locked down. She can't risk putting the other girls in danger by involving them any further. At least, not until she knows more about the situation.
"I understand your concern, Ruiko, but trust me, it's better this way." Kuroko's words are laced with a firmness that brooks no argument, and Ruiko's shoulders slump in defeat. Uiharu, meanwhile, has already made the call and is waiting for a response. Frenda remains curled up against Kuroko, her breathing still ragged but gradually evening out.
The day has just turned out to be worse than anticipated, with the spectre of Mugino Shizuri looming large.
A Level 5 facing off against another Level 5. That's not something that has happened before. The only instance Misaka Mikoto could remember that happening was when she was a 9 year old - The 1st Ranked Hirano against the formerly Ranked 4th Gunha, and it was more like a kiddy brawl than an all out battle. That was the last time two Level 5s faced off against each other, and it ended with the latter getting suspended for 2 weeks for instigating and the damage caused (even though it was Hirano who caused most of it).
But this? This is something else entirely. Both Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki, 2 Level 5s, waiting for Mugino Shizuri, currently the only Level 5 in the city who is so notorious, she was quite literally framed as the 'Face of the Darkside'. A timed bomb that is right now, letting out small explosives that are progressively getting larger and larger. A weird analogy but you get the point.
Even though there were 2 of them, they still felt like they were at a disadvantage. They were not built for combat, much less fight another Level 5. They're not ready to face someone so unstable, physically and mentally.
Misaki's power, Mental Out, though it allows her to fully control a person's psychological and physiological functions, is less effective against another Level 5. Her ability to read and influence minds would only work if the person she's trying to influence were weaker than her, and the possibility of Mugino being able to resist her control is, in fact, very high.
Misaka's Electromaster abilities, while powerful, would also face significant challenges against a Level 5 opponent. Her railgun is too dangerous for such a narrow hallway. Any other abilities would cause too much collateral damage in this setting, i,e, a damn office room. Neither could go all out, and that puts them at a severe disadvantage. The only thing they could do is to try and talk their way out of this, but even that seems like a long shot.
The situation is precarious, to say the least. But then again, that was the least of their worries. They're literally inside of a Judgement Office, one of the more active branches nonetheless. And then there's Kuroko, a Level 4, one of the top Teleporters in the entire city. Factoring in the other espers in the nearby vicinity, they at least got Mugino at 15:1 odds. Her loss is guaranteed.
What they're worried more about to begin with is; Why would Mugino have her eyes set on Frenda?
What in the world could she have done to poke the bear, so to speak? Misaki was tempted to just look through the other blond's memories, not that she cares much about her state of mind at the current moment, as they were not close to begin with - nor does she care much about people she doesn't know - they were but a mere acquaintance of sorts. It might be the best way to gather information, but the others looked like they'd genuinely hate on her had she been to do that, and she didn't want to make this situation any worse than it already was.
Besides, Misaki's not that of a cruel person to forcefully invade someone's mind without their permission, even if the person in question could very well be the cause of their deaths. Something that even Misaka is taking note of right now.
So the two Level 5s were sitting idly, tensing all across their very muscles, waiting for this possible confrontation to finally take place. "Do you reckon that she had some sort of grudge against her?" Misaki asks, watching as the other blond continuously curls up against Kuroko, her body still shaking slightly despite her attempts to calm down. Ruiko and Uiharu are standing nearby, their faces a picture of confusion and worry.
Misaka's brow furrows as she considers the question. "I don't know, man. She's always been pretty easy-going, you know? The only thing I can think of is that she might have done something unintentional that really, REALLY pissed Mugino off." Misaka's voice trails off, her mind racing with possibilities. "Or maybe messed around with her boyfriend and stuff. Frenda's really good with people."
"Meh, she doesn't seem like the type to do something that stupid. Besides, I doubt Mugino has time for dating or anything like that." Misaki scoffs, her fingers drumming restlessly on the arm of her chair. "If anything, this must be something way deeper than just a simple grudge or misunderstanding."
Misaka nods, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Yeah, it's gotta be something serious. Maybe something she's involved in, or something she's seen or knows," Misaka's voice dropped to a murmur, almost as if the very walls might overhear them. "Kuroko mentioned something to me last night. Something about metal being melted. The timing might've not looked like much, but it certainly is a plausible connection to what's happening with Frenda right now."
Misaki's eyes widened slightly. "Metal being melted? You mean like with thermal power?"
"No, no, like, literally. Something about a large quantity of melted metal blob, at least, to my assumption it must've looked like a blob."
Misaki... doesn't look so shocked, even less so when the piece of information does not make any bit of sense to her, and her facial expression suggests otherwise. "Well, I don't see how that's supposed to make Mugino angry towards her," Misaki says, her words laced with frustration. "If anything, it's more of a curiosity, especially if she's involved with some kind of illegal activity or something." She glances over at Frenda, who's still curled up against Kuroko, her body tense despite her attempts to calm down. "I mean, look at her. She's terrified. This is more than just a simple grudge or misunderstanding."
"Well, we won't know anything unless she decides to actually speak." Misaka mutters, frustration creeping into her words. She glances around the room, noting the nervous glances being exchanged between Uiharu and Ruiko. "Frenda, we can't exactly help you resolve this issue without knowing that the root of the problem is."
The girl in question has been quiet for some time now, reduced to a silent, shivering figure huddled against Kuroko. Her body is still rigid with tension, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Kuroko, meanwhile, maintains a firm hold on her, her face a mask of grim resolve. "Misaka-san. Please don't be too harsh on her."
Out of the three people that huddled around Frenda, these two had expected Uiharu to speak up the least. Especially in such a tone that belied the usually calm and timidness. "Frenda-san might not be in the right condition to explain right now, and I don't think it's wise to push her when she's like this."
"I'm sorry about that, but we really need to know what's going on here. We're all in danger here, and we don't even know why." Misaka's eyes narrow as she watches Frenda, her grip tightening on Kuroko as if to anchor herself. "Is there anything, anything at all you can tell us about why Mugino might have it out for you?"
The room falls silent for a long moment, save for the uncomfortable shifting of chairs and the faint, panicked breathing of Frenda.
Kuroko couldn't help but admit, the older girl is right about one thing. They were all in danger and none of them knew why. This was a mess, and Frenda had told her that she was the one at fault earlier. If she really was at fault, then surely someone needed to hear the truth from her. Otherwise, they'll all be standing here, helpless and clueless, when Mugino arrives. Kuroko gently shakes Frenda, urging her to respond.
"Hey," Kuroko had her hand at the back of Frenda's head, squeezing gently. "It's okay. Just tell us what happened. You don't need to be scared of her anymore. You're not alone here." The words were uttered with gentle reassurance, but the intensity behind them was undeniable. It was clear she meant every word.
Frenda continues to tremble. Her whimper came back to life once again. One that had ceased just before, a high-pitched noise that cuts through the otherwise still silence. The shaking worsens for a moment before her shoulders rise slightly. Slowly, with the deliberate effort, Frenda moves away from Kuroko to stand. She sways for a moment as she stands on her feet unsteadily.
Her voice, when she finally speaks, is unrecognizably low. Nobody could hear it. Nobody could hear it as she slid down the wall she'd leaned on. They didn't even realize that the Scandinavian girl had passed out. One except for the curious case of Misaki Shokuhou. Not that she heard it either, but she heard it elsewhere.
She had her fingers on a remote. And the entire time, as she read through her mind, the remote audibly let out a low beep, signaling that she was indeed reading through Frenda's memories. It was a clear and deliberate act, one that could have serious consequences for their already precarious situation. Misaki's eyes flicker to the remote, then back to Frenda, her face set in a stern mask.
"Frenda?!" Both Uiharu and Ruiko rushed towards the fallen girl when they noticed something crimson seeping out of her nose. They were stopped by Misaki's gloved hands, held back by the stretched out arm of the Level 5. "What the hell are you doing?! Did you do th-!"
"This girl isn't who you think she is." Misaki's voice cuts through the room, her words sharp and cold. She's holding the remote in one hand, ready in-case things escalate even further. "I read through her mind."
Frenda's body remains motionless on the floor, her breathing shallow and erratic. Blood continues to trickle from her nose, staining the floor beneath her. It had stopped pouring, but it's clear that the damage has been done. Kuroko stands frozen, her face a mask of shock and horror as she processes what just happened. "Misaki, what did you do to her?!" Her words crack, laced with anger and betrayal. "I told you not t-"
"She was supposed to kill you," Misaki interrupts, her words cutting through the air like a knife. It was like a punch to the gut, for all of them. "She was supposed to do it because of the things you know."
"Why- you- you're ly-"
"Did you not receive a text the other night?" Misaki continues, her words growing colder and more severe. Kuroko's mouth snaps shut, her face draining of color as she processes this new information. The room falls deathly silent, save for Frenda's labored breathing and the faint drip of blood hitting the floor. Uiharu and Ruiko exchange terrified glances, their faces pale with shock and disbelief. "I... I don't understand," Kuroko manages to stammer, her words quavering with emotion. "Why would she want to kill me?"
"Well, in the end she didn't," Misaki herself let out a sigh of relief. The nausea Frenda received just from the mere thought of slitting Kuroko's throat, was some of the most potent things that Misaki's seen through someone's memory. "She really did see you as a friend, Kuroko."
And knowing what Frenda is like, Kuroko is certainly a friend to her. The thought of killing her was so repulsive that it made her physically sick. Misaki's face softens slightly as she looks at Frenda's unconscious form. "She was just following orders, I suppose. Failure isn't an option. It was your life or hers. She was so afraid, but couldn't bring herself to kill you. That's why she's in this state now."
Kuroko's shock is visible on her face, and she sinks to her knees, her hand clutching at her chest. The blood has finally stopped trickling from Frenda's nose, but dark, matted clumps now line the side of her face. "She was... she was supposed to kill me?" Kuroko whispers, her words cracking with emotion. "But..."
"You met her at the hospital several nights back," Kuroko could recall something like that. The night where they shared a biscuit. It was some of the most bland biscuits she's had. "Well, this girl wasn't supposed to be there. She could've also avoided the whole situation had she not talked about it to her peers."
"Peers?" Misaka says, her words laced with curiosity and concern. "Do you mean other members of... whatever organization she's working for?"
"Saying that it's an organization is... sort of a stretch?" Misaki finally chose to sit back down. The two others she's been holding off went towards the fallen blond and tended to her. "They were some sort of faction. And I'm not suppose she'll really appreciate it if I were to talk about her... friends."
The room falls into an uneasy silence. All eyes were set on Mental Out, who is smiling to herself, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes. There was this dangerous glint in her eyes, and the way she's holding the remote is almost menacing. "Yep. The girl you all consider a friend, has a double identity. And I can't say that I'm entirely surprised. But I am a bit disappointed in her. After all, I thought she had more... more character than that." Misaki's words are laced with disappointment and something else - a darker, more sinister emotion that simmers just below the surface.
"Frenda works for Mugino as a close quarter combatant. She specialises in close combat and is a skilled infiltrator. Not only that, she is a demolition expert. Her capabilities have made her very valuable to her employers, but their spotter, Takitsubo Rikou, is really the one calling the shots." Misaki pauses, her words becoming more ominous as she continues. "And the reason why you're all in danger now, is because Mugino, the team leader, doesn't like seeing her subordinates failing at their assigned tasks. Especially when it comes to eliminating potential threats." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. "She's not going to stop until Frenda is dead or she succeeds in her mission. And right now, she's probably waiting for Frenda to fail."
Frenda's condition is critical, but stable. She's still unconscious, and her breathing remains labored and irregular. Uiharu and Ruiko exchange worried glances, their hands quivering as they hold onto her limp form. Meanwhile, Misaka has positioned herself by the door. There were crackles above her head.
"Misaki," Kuroko's words come out hoarse as she finally breaks the tense silence.
"Yes?"
"Is Frenda a criminal?" Misaki's eyes narrow as she considers her response, the remote still clutched in her hand.
"That depends on your definition of a criminal, Kuroko. She's certainly not working for the side of justice, but I wouldn't call her a common criminal either. She's more... a pawn in a much larger game."
Misaki's words become laced with a darker tone. "Her employers use people like her for their own ends, keeping the balance of power in the City stable." There was a sympathetic tone in the way she phrased her words, even a pitiful gaze was sent towards the unconscious form of their subject. "It just so happens that her works require her to monitor the upper echelon of the city's higher ups from gaining too much power."
Misaki turned towards Kuroko, who looked just as confused and as terrified as she did earlier. "So, to answer your question: in the traditional sense, yes. She has harmed people, and she's been ordered to harm more," Something that Misaki could, in some way, relate to. Her features softened. "But really, Frenda is just trying to survive, like the rest of us. She's caught in a web of power and politics, and she's just trying to make it through another day."
Misaki's gaze flicks to the window, then back to Kuroko. "But now that I've read her memories, I'm probably as much of a threat to her as you are. Maybe even more, considering I'm aware of the full scope of her mission now." She tightens her grip on the remote, her face set in a grim mask. "Either way, they won't stop until her mission is complete. And I can't let that happen."
Misaki could feel Railgun's gaze boring through at the back of her head as she knelt before Frenda. The brunette might not know. Hell, nobody here knows. Misaki used to be a test subject - a lab rat. She knows what it's like to be used as a tool, to have no control over her own life. She knows what it's like to be nothing more than a number, a statistic, a weapon. She also knows what it's like having someone that you want to protect.
"Fremea's safer elsewhere than in your own home, Frenda. C'mon, get up, let's get out of here," Just a tap of Misaki's finger across the other blond's forehead is enough to wake her up from her slumber. Frenda's eyes snap open, and she gasps for air, her hand immediately going to her head as she tries to process what just happened. Her face is still pale, and she looks disoriented, but she's clearly trying to regain her bearings.
"What... what happened?" She manages to croak out, her words hoarse and weak.
"Shush, don't be loud, people are working outside. We already know everything. No need to rush." Misaki's words are laced with a quiet intensity, her hand still resting on Frenda's forehead. Frenda's eyes dart around the room, panic setting in as she processes the situation. She tries to sit up, but her body is weak and unsteady. The only thing keeping her from bashing her head against the wall is Uiharu and Ruiko's hold.
With her disoriented state, Frenda's attention settles on Kuroko, who is still sitting in the same place she last remembered she was in. The younger girl wouldn't meet her gaze, looking away from her. She had this saddened look all over her face, including the other two she was closest to. Misaka outright scowled at Frenda, and the blond felt her stomach drop. She couldn't even look at Misaki, knowing that the other girl knows everything now.
"Fre... Senpai, you..." Kuroko finally manages to say, her words breaking as she speaks. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Frenda's face contorts with a complex array of emotions - shame, fear, and a desperate longing for understanding. "I... I couldn't. I'm sorry, Kuroko. I never wanted to hurt any of you, I swear." Her words are filled with emotion. So many of them. And her body trembles as she struggles to maintain her composure. "It's... I don't...I was forced to, okay?"
Even Frenda couldn't help but feel like whatever it is she's spouting out of her mouth is a lie. She couldn't even bring herself to believe that she was forced to do anything. It was all her fault. Her actions, her choices, and her own inaction. She could've just walked away, but she didn't. She stayed, and now she's put everyone she cares about in danger. It felt as though she was just saying them to save her own skin from the wrath of her friends. The words felt hollow and insincere, even to her own ears.
"What else have you been keeping from us...?" Uiharu's words crack with emotion as she directs her gaze at Frenda. Seeing those innocent eyes shining with tears this close broke something inside Frenda, and she felt a sharp, physical pain in her chest. She opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Her mind is a jumble of conflicting things.
Frenda's body trembles as she struggles to form a coherent response. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken accusations and betrayal. Being cornered like this; Frenda doesn't even know where to begin.
"How long," Ruiko chokes out, her words cracking with emotion. "How long have you been lying to us?" Frenda's gaze drops, unable to meet the eyes of her friends. She feels sick to her stomach, her mind reeling with the weight of the betrayal.
"I think we all need to take a step back and calm down." Misaki interfered, her voice firm but tinged with empathy. She gently squeezes Frenda's shoulder, a small gesture of understanding. "Right now, the most important thing is to get Frenda to a safe location. We can discuss everything later, when she's in better condition."
Frenda nods weekly, still struggling to process the situation. She tries to stand, but her legs give out beneath her. Uiharu and Ruiko quickly move to support her, one on each side. "I'm gonna call Junko real quick, can't have me absent for an entire day from school with no explanation. You guys wait for me outside." Misaki says, already pulling out her phone. She moves to the corner of the room, speaking in hushed tones as she makes the call.
Frenda's head throbs, and she feels dizzy as she leans heavily on her friends. Having Misaki run through years of memory in a span of seconds, it's not surprising that Frenda is having trouble keeping herself upright. Throughout the walk in the hallway, Kuroko following closely behind with Misaka keeping her own pace, Frenda's mind remains a jumble of conflicting emotions. She knows she's hurt the people closest to her, and the knowledge weighs heavily on her.
As they approach the front door, Frenda's steps falter. "I'm sorry," she whispers, the words cracking with emotion. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I don't know how to explain it all."
Uiharu and Ruiko exchange a glance, their expressions a complex mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. Kuroko stands behind them, her face turned down, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looks like she's about to burst into tears. Years spent building trust crumbled in just several minutes, and the weight of that realization bears down on everyone present.
"I regret having kept secrets," Frenda finally manages to say, her voice laced with sadness and resolve. "But I can't take that back now. All I can do is hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me one day."
"Save it... for now." Misaka snaps, her words sharp and cold. She crosses her arms, her scowl deepening as she watches Frenda and her friends. "We'll deal with this later."
The blond can only nod in response. She won't lie to any one of her friends, ever again, she'd vowed herself. The guilt she feels is crushing, and she doesn't know how to make it better. She's learned it the hard way, that trust is fragile, and once broken, it's incredibly difficult to repair.
As they step outside, the cool air hits Frenda's face, and she shivers, not from the temperature but from the weight of her actions. She can feel Uiharu's presence beside her, a silent but reassuring presence. The younger girl hasn't said much, but her mere presence speaks volumes. Frenda knows she's in for a long, difficult conversation later on.
"So, where do we bring her?" Ruiko asks, her voice tinged with concern. The group stands outside the Judgement office ground. They can't exactly have her here. It's a damn office.
They can't exactly bring her to Tokiwadai dorms either. Misaka pretty much made it clear that the dorms are a no-go, as Misaki couldn't exactly keep brainwashing dozens upon dozens of people everyday, for God knows how long. It will be taxing. Plus there's the teachers and headmistress she's got to worry about.
They could leave her at Misaki's apartment, one that she rarely ever goes to. But then another problem would arise - the blond, Frenda, admits that there was a way for Mugino to find out where she is. The woman on the phone, the faction's Liaison, is more than capable of tracking her down. Getting rid of her phone is no good either, as it's not the only way for Mugino to find her.
Sakagawa middle high dorm? Nope. Ruiko and Uiharu are willing, but the fact that the majority of the dorm's inhabitants were Level 0s was more than enough reason to not bring Frenda there. It would be like putting a target on their backs.
That left 2 options; Kamijou Touma, and Yomikawa Hirano.
Meh, cliche situation. The answer is obvious enough. Touma's a Level 0. The other was a Level 5. The 1st ranked nonetheless? He was perfect for the situation.
But then they remembered, the damn guy was hospitalized. Not only that, a certain twin tailed girl couldn't help but frown at the mention of Frenda possibly staying at his place. Not that she was jealous or anything... Well, maybe a little, but now's not the time to be thinking about that.
So really, the only real option here is either Tokiwadai or Hirano.
It is obvious enough which of the two she's going to."Is the guy even awake?"
"Yes."
"How'd you know?"
...
"Can we just... stop by my place first? I... need to get my sister too..."
...
They didn't know that she had a sister. Misaki was already thinking of the same thing when they rode on a bus.
Oh yeah, this was the first time they'll be going to her place too.
Everyone went out that day. Kikyou had some things to do at school, remembering that she was a primary school teacher and all, and missing a few days already is bad enough as is - same goes for Aiho too, who teaches PE at a local High School not too far from the hospital.
That left him with Last Order, who sat just at the foot of the bed, staring up high on the television up on the wall. They're airing this sort of reality show about some superficial family called, Keeping up with the Khardashians.
Now, Hirano has seen his fair share of televised glorifications of absolute nonsense, but this one really takes the cake. It's about a family that seems to be famous for no real reason at all, other than the fact that they're on TV. They spend most of their time complaining about trivial things, getting into pointless arguments, and generally acting like complete idiots.
It's surprising, but also at the same time, not so surprising, that even a 10 year old like Last Order is genuinely put off by the show. She occasionally glances at him, her brow furrowed in confusion and disdain. "Why do people watch this? Asks Misaka as Misaka looks at him expectantly," she asks, her voice laced with genuine bewilderment. "It's boring. Misaka states, not being able to find any other word that could describe it best."
"Do you know where the remote is?" He asks, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The show is particularly grating today, with the family members bickering over which car to buy. Last Order shakes her head. The white haired boy huffed. "I guess we're stuck with this then."
They really did. Last Order was half asleep by his knees, her head lolling to the side as she fought to stay awake. The show droned on, the family now arguing about which beach house to buy. Looking down, Last Order looked small, all curled up against his legs.
He softened a little. He would've liked to get up and maybe play with her head, but simply trying to move around is hard enough when his side has barely started to heal. The threads had been snapped twice now. Once is bad enough, but twice is a real bitch. It makes him wince just thinking about it.
The hospital had to use a special kind of thread to stitch him up, one that's designed to be stronger and more durable than normal surgical thread. It's not exactly comfortable, but it's necessary. It's practically not even a thread anymore - It's a damn wire, really. The nurse had joked that they could use it to pull a car if they needed to, but he's not sure if she was kidding or not.
It'd been maybe 5 days since they stitched him up. It worked like a wonder, that's for sure. Though human flesh couldn't quite reattach itself after being cut in half, it does heal quickly with the right medical care and plenty of rest. The worst of it, really, was the psychological trauma from being cut open. It still haunted him. It all replays in his mind sometimes, unbidden.
Enough of that, though. That old doctor told him that positive thinking helps with healing, so he should try to focus on good things. Right now, the only good thing is that Last Order seems to be finally falling asleep, her breathing steady and soft against his legs. The bad thing; the show is still blaring loudly in front of him.
"Oh. My. Gosh. What is wrong with you people? I can't believe you'd even consider buying a house on that side of town! It's so... so... middle class!" The camera zooms in on the female family member as she dramatically places her hand over her mouth in mock horror, her perfectly styled hair not even moving.
A commercial break saved him from even more cringe worthy moments. God must've seen the tragedy that is his life and the many atrocities that have been committed to him in these past 2 minutes, as God finally places his blessing onto him by giving him that 5 minute break from whatever hell he's in right now.
He yawned a little when a breeze wafted by him and caressed his skin with its gentle, cold touch. The window was left open since Kikyou thought that he'd like it more. He definitely did. It's like being outside again after the many hours he's been left on this bed.
After what felt like seconds of quite a commercial break, the reprieve ends as the show returns, and with it, the same old nonsense he was subjected to. The family members are now arguing about who should get to wear a certain outfit to a party. They're going to a charity gala, but from the way they're acting, it seems like it's all for show and not actually about the charity at all.
Even worse - what he hadn't anticipated at all, things being bad enough with this show on and him not being to move to manually turn or at least change to a different channel, the door had to slide open and slam onto the wall, making a loud, echoing bang that reverberated through the room. The sound startled Last Order, who had been sleeping peacefully, and she jolted awake, her eyes wide and disoriented as she looked around the room, trying to figure out what had just happened.
A clone stands there by the door, receiving stares from the nurses outside and patients alike. He and the girl on his feet stared at her with identical expressions of shock. "Control Tower, go buy a soda and sandwich of your choosing. Slug, give him money. Says Misaka interrupting the serene atmosphere of this room, which definitely is not out of jealousy." The girl definitely is not jealous.
A 'huh?' and a 'hah?' ensues, followed by a blank stare and all kinds of those types of things. You know the drill. The clone proceeds to walk in, Last Order said several things that went past his ears as she was taken by the armpit before being lowered down the floor. The little girl protested from suddenly being yanked up but quieted down when his wallet was given to her.
'Where did she get my wallet?' Hirano thought as his eyes widened at the sight of his debit card being handed over to Last Order. The clone, seemingly unbothered by his gaze, walked over to the TV and turned it off, before proceeding to the window to close it, effectively ending his momentary reprieve from the outside air.
Last Order had already gone off by the time he looked back at the spot where she'd been just mere seconds ago. "My wallet-" He managed to mutter before the clone walked back over to his side, seemingly uncaring to the fact that an irresponsible 10 year old had just walked off with his debit card. That thing is gonna be emptied out when she gets back, did she not realize that he's piss poor?
"I have taken care of the problem. Says Misaka, instinctively lowering her head, awaiting the incoming pat that she is sure to receive." The clone took a seat on a stool, the same one from last night, her back facing the door.
He didn't know whether to pat her, just as she asked or not. She got rid of Last Order with his money, which is more of a problem than her claimed solution. The clone didn't seem to notice his internal struggle, instead looking at him expectantly, waiting for the pat she had been anticipating.
After a few moments, the clone's posture shifted slightly, her head tilting to the side as she awaited his response. "I will not be patted today. Misaka is sad. Says Misaka as her shoulders slump, showing her disappointment in the way she hunches forward." She doesn't turn to face him, but her words are laced with resignation, even with the usual bland inflection.
It is weird, seeing her suddenly be this expressive, both in body language and in the way she speaks. It's almost like she's beginning to believe that she's a real person, not just a clone. Or at least, is trying to convince herself of it. Her hair, usually imitating the original down to the last strand, is now a bit messy, and her posture is relaxed, unlike the usual rigid stance she maintains. It's almost like she's trying to appear more human, to be seen as something other than just a copy.
He was glad, he supposed. His words had managed to reach her enough for her to want to at least try.
It was the least he could do, break them from the shackles they'd enforced on themselves, limiting themselves from becoming a living being. He's not able to save those 2 thousands who'd died because of him - so he will save the remaining ones from themselves.
When the palm of his hand makes contact with her head, the clone's eyes widen in surprise, and a quiet noise of air being sucked into her lungs escapes her mouth. It's a sound he's never heard from her before, one that's distinctly different from the usual robotic responses she's given him in the past. Her face lights up with surprise and a glimmer of something that might be happiness.
"Did you really have to get rid of her?"
The clone looks up to face him, still looking stoic and all but there is confusion that he could read in her eyes. "Because the Control Tower would only hinder our date and be a lowly third-wheel. Misaka confesses, feeling the same giddiness that has been described in the shoujo manga she'd just read recently."
Ah, right. The date. He almost forgot about that. "Does it have to be now?"
"Yes. Misaka affirms."
"Why?"
"Because the best of times comes from the most unexpected moments. And this is as unexpected as it could get. Misaka explains with a hint of pride, puffing out her chest slightly as she says this." She stands up from the stool, her face set in a firm expression as she walks towards the door. "Shall we go? Misaka asks, holding out her hand expectantly, her fingers slightly curved as if already grasping his hand."
"I'm not supposed to move."
"Shikes." She looked like she hadn't anticipated that. Did she forget that he's still healing? Suddenly, her face sets in a firm and determined expression as she moves towards him. Without hesitation, she scoops her arms under him, one on his back and the other behind his knees. "I can carry you if I have to. Misaka declares, trying to heave him into her arms, not wanting her entire plan to go south."
His pained groan when she pulled him up was clearly audible, and the clone immediately loosened her grip, looking concerned. She faltered for a moment, her face contorting in distress. "Are you alright? Misaka sets him down, already regretting the actions committed." She even sounded like it. He's happy to hear that, but could it not have been at the cost of his pain?
"D-damn..." He managed to say, even as he grimaced in pain, his breathing a bit labored. The clone hesitates for a moment, clearly conflicted. He did tell her that she should follow her own wants, be more expressive, but he never thought it would lead to this. Her usual stoic demeanor cracks as she looks at him, her mouth opening and closing as if trying to find the right words.
"Misaka is sorry. She did not mean to hurt you. Misaka's..." She trails off, looking genuinely distressed. Her hands hover near him. "Do you need a nurse? Misaka asks him, careful not to let her voice crack."
"Hn. Lemme... catch my breath." The clone nods solemnly, distress visible in her rigid posture. She fidgets with the edge of his blanket, seemingly trying to distract herself from her worry. Her hair is disheveled now, a clear departure from her usually neat appearance. Her gaze was visibly distracted as she struggled to process her emotions, emotions she never knew she had the capacity to experience before.
The process of her transformation is evident in the way she reacts to the situation. Her usual robotic responses have been replaced by genuine concern and distress, and her actions, while still somewhat mechanical, show a newfound awareness of her own feelings, albeit still being quite unaware of the consequences that come with them.
"So," Hirano starts, his words slightly strained, "what's this date gonna be about?"
The clone's face instantly brightens at the question, and she straightens up, her usual rigid posture returning. "We are going to watch a movie at the local theatre, ice cream, and mall, and maybe have a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. Misaka explains, counting off each activity that will make him fall for her even more." It was clear enough that she's put more than a little thought into this, with a plan that covers all the classic date bases.
Her eagerness is almost palpable as she speaks, and she leans forward slightly, as if waiting for his approval. "Do you like this plan? Misaka asks, her hands clasped together in front of her, looking at him expectantly." The way she asks is almost childlike in its innocence yet still fused with her monotone way of speech, and he can't help but feel a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
"Maybe, when I'm allowed to leave, we'll do just all that," he responds, trying to soften the blow. The clone's face falls for a moment before she nods slowly, her thoughts turning inward. "That doesn't mean we couldn't do anything here. What do you think?"
The clone pauses for a second, before proceeding to hug herself. Her face is all scrunched up. "Is that your way of asking Misaka to do dirty things with you?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting to the side, avoiding his gaze. "Misaka is not comfortable with that. Misaka is a good girl, she does not do dirty things. Misaka lies as naturally as she breathes, recalling her own stash under her cabinet."
He did not really have to hear that though, but then again, these clones are terrible liars, he didn't even have to mention anything and they'll reveal pretty much anything, even if it's just an idle thought. Their honesty is so absolute, that they don't even realize what they're giving away.
Misaka's hands fidget as she waits for his response. Her usually sharp eyes now focus on a distant point. Despite her protestation, her imagination seems to run wild with thoughts of what a date could mean, based on the manga and anime she had read. "Misaka can do simple things instead."
"Like what."
"I could change the channels on the TV. Misaka states, reminding him of the fact that the remote is missing." The clone pauses, her attention focused on a spot on the wall. After a moment of contemplation, she says, "Or Misaka could recite the elements in the periodic table. It would be a useful skill to know, even for a date. Misaka boasts while hoping that her knowledge of the periodic table would impress him."
She starts listing the elements, her voice rising slightly as she gets more into it, her hands moving in an animated fashion as she speaks. Her movements become more expressive, her hands gesturing to emphasize each element's properties. "Misaka is a good girl. Misaka knows the periodic table by heart. Misaka is so smart. Misaka boasts, her chest puffing out slightly as she finishes the list." She turns to face him, a proud smug look plastered all over her face.
It is... endearing, he supposes. Cute too, he might say. "Anything else you can do?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Misaka can recite more than 500 digits of PI. She can also solve complex equations in her head. No pen and paper like a sucka. Misaka knows how to speak 12 languages fluently. Misaka can recite the entire works of Shakespeare. Misaka is a sophisticated genius. Says Misaka, listing everything from the book with great pride. Misaka knows more than a million things that a normal human cannot possibly comprehend. Misaka is special." Her hands wave about, her face set in a firm, proud expression as she speaks.
As if to interrupt her continuous, snobbish boasting, there was a familiar voice from outside the window. Last Order, he could hear her yelling at something. Maybe, someone. Coming from the rooftop, the two stared at the window.
Not too long after, several books fell down past his window, followed by a small black cat. The clone's attention snaps to the window, her usual stoic demeanor returning. "Misaka is going to go check on Last Order. She might be in trouble. Misaka explains, already on the move to take care of the trouble maker that is Control Tower for having ruined her moments," The clone stood, grabbing something on the nightstand.
She's got a tape. Where'd she even get that from? Pretty sure that thing wasn't even on the nightstand moments ago. It must've materialized out of nowhere due to (plot convenience) God is willing.
The clone left without uttering another word. She disappeared, the sound of her footsteps growing fainter as she headed out of the building. Meanwhile, Aiho entered the room, her eyes glued towards the hallway for a moment before closing the door behind her. "Is that Mikoto I just saw?"
"It's one of the clones."
"Oh, I see. No wonder she looked so weird," The blue haired woman set down a duffle bag filled with something of sort. Clothes he assumed. "What was she doing here anyways?"
He let out a chuckle, closing his eyes and holding his side, laughing whilst holding in the pain. "She was looking for a date," Just as he answered that though, the door opened once more. Kikyou came in with stars twinkling in her eyes.
There was Frenda beside her. For once in a long time, he could see that she was wearing a backpack. Last he'd seen her wearing that was when they were in primary school.
"Look who I found outside." Kikyou exclaimed, patting the blond's back as the younger girl in question appeared to be very… nervous? That was a first. And is that a trail of blood on her nose he sees?
Then, he could spot something else hiding behind Frenda's skirt. A tiny girl, similarly looking like the blond herself. Her sister?
He didn't know she had a sister. So her suddenly appearing like this is most definitely surprising.
What's even more surprising however, was the next words that are coming out of Kikyou's mouths.
"She was asking if she could stay over at our place for a while!"
I don't really have anything interesting to say as of yet. So I'll leave this empty and maybe update later. We'll just have to see though.
Anyways, new chapter next week!