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“Thus, by diligent practice and following your recommended intervals of training regimen, as set by your specialized instructors, all of you should be able to progress in developing and finessing your Esper powers. Blahblahblah…” the instructor droned on and on.
Misaka sighed to herself and looked out the window at the sunshine. It was her last class of the day, “Theory of Esper Powers and Development”. The class defied the laws of Physics: each minute seemed to last an hour!
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, wishing she could teleport out of the room, like her crazy roommate, Shirai. This was an afternoon to run around in the sun, go to the park, wail on that evil soda machine, and then lean back and relax in the shade with a cold beverage.
“Blahblahblah, like Misaka. Right Misaka?”
What? Oh, no! He caught her daydreaming? She jumped up and said, “Hai, Sensei.” And sat back down again.
“Exactly, even our Resident Level 5 practices diligently every day to hone her skills. Who knows, maybe she could be the first Level 6?” the Instructor said rhetorically.
Misaka turned pale, then green. She felt faint. She leaned forward and put her face in her hands, trying not to get ill. It took her a minute to get back under control. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice.
The instructor continued to drone on. Near the end of class, Misaka’s phone vibrated, indicating a message. She looked: it was from an unknown sender. She discretely checked the message:
< “Hello Big Sister says Misaka Misaka. Misaka 10032 gave Misaka Misaka your number Misaka Misaka explains. Can you please come to meet Misaka Misaka at Misaka Misaka’s apartment Misaka Misaka asks? Misaka Misaka’s friend has a surprise for you Misaka Misaka exclaims!” >
Misaka was intrigued, but a little worried. She typed back:
< “Will he be there? 8-(“ >
Long pause, then:
< “Yes, Misaka Misaka types worriedly” >
< “Misaka Misaka promises he won’t be mean Misaka Misaka states. Yomikawa-sama will be here too Misaka Misaka promises emphatically!” >
Misaka didn’t reply right away. While she understood that he, Accelerator was reformed…or reforming, she couldn’t let go of her feelings about his slaughtering ten thousand of her Sisters; especially Misaka 9982.
Another text arrived: < “Yomikawa-sama says you can bring Shirai-chan Misaka Misaka states. Please come, Misaka Misaka. It’s a good surprise Misaka Misaka promises excitedly.” >
Misaka sighed, there was no fighting Last Order’s excited spirit.
< “OK, we will be there. How do I get there?” >
< “YAY texts Misaka Misaka excitedly! Misaka Misaka says Misaka 10032 says Misaka 10032 will meet you at the park to bring you here.” >
It took Misaka a minute to parse that sentence.
< “OK, please let Misaka 10032 know I will be there in about 30 minutes.” >
< “Misaka Misaka is very excited to surprise Big Sister Misaka Misaka exclaims” >
Misaka sent a text to Shirai :
< “Change of plans. Feel like coming with me to a meeting? Slight chance of danger.” >
The bell rang, indicating the end of the day. Everyone stood up and started to pack up their things. Moments later she realized that her last text might have been an…error…
From the hallway she heard, “Gangway! Judgement! Where is my Sissy?!”
Face Palm.
MAJOR Face Palm.
“I’m in here, Kuroko. It’s ok, nothing wrong.”
< POP >
There she was, panting, Judgement banner on her sleeve, spikes in her hands, scanning the room for danger. She teleported around the room looking for danger, then teleported back to Misaka.
“Are you hurt? Who is attacking you?”
Shirai looked over Misaka checking for any signs of injury, while the rest of her classmates, used to this sort of thing from the little Teleporter, just shook their heads and left the classroom.
“Kuroko, I said we were going to a meeting with a slight chance of danger. Not that I was currently in danger!” Misaka reached out her hand and gently rubbed Shirai’s head while giving her a very gentle zap.
With that Shirai calmed down and sheathed her spikes. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“One of my Sisters, she’s a little…different, as you will see, asked me to come to a meeting. She says she has a surprise for me,” replied Misaka.
“One of your Sisters would never hurt you!”
“The meeting is at the place where, where, Accelerator lives…”
Shirai gaped.
“Now, apparently Yomikawa-sama will be there too, so it should be safe, but they said I could bring you. I promised no more lies…and I really could use your moral support…I…I…I’m still afraid of him,” Misaka admitted.
Shirai looked at her Onee-sama and then reached out and hugged her. “I’ll teleport his butt to Outer Space if he tries anything!”
Misaka looked at her and giggled. “Ya know, that might actually work…”
“So, where are we going?” asked Shirai .
“We’re meeting Misaka 10032 at my favorite vending machine.”
“Hang on!” said Shirai as she grabbed Misaka’s hand and teleported.
After three < POPs > the girls landed right in front of the poor, savagely abused (by Misaka) vending machine. It seemed to quiver in fear.
Misaka eyed her nemesis and then, just because she knew it disturbed the little Judgement Officer, she asked with an evil tone in her voice, “Thirsty, Shirai?” as she bounced lightly up and down on her feet, like a boxer.
“Sissy, NO!”
[ka-WHAM!] One spinning kick later, showing excellent form and the fact that she was wearing her trademark shorts under her skirt, and Misaka was the proud holder and imbiber of a cold lemonade.
“Ah!”
“Big Sister, Misaka 10032 deplores your illegal act of violence and theft deplores Misaka 10032.”
Misaka, feeling mischievous, ran up to Misaka 10032, gave her a little side hug and asked, “Would you like one too?”
“Misaka 10032 declines politely as she does not wish to have a crime committed on Misaka 10032’s behalf.”
“You should learn from your Sisters, Sissy!” Shirai stated.
Ignoring Shirai, Misaka asked, “Where are we going Misaka 10032?”
“District 7, the newer experimental apartments replies Misaka 10032.”
“OK, what just a second,” replies Shirai. She then walks around Misaka 10032, examining her closely. Misaka 10032 takes this very calmly.
However…
“Shirai!” came the growl followed by sparks flashing.
“No Sissy wait! Misaka 10032, are you carrying anything concealed that has any extra weight that I need to know about, like your Sister 16002 did?”
“Yes, Misaka 10032 reports Misaka 10032 has a Glock Model 18, fully automatic pistol, with extended 30-round magazine in a concealed holster in the small of Misaka 10032’s back. Additionally, Misaka 10032 has another 30-round magazine taped to Misaka 10032’s back, near Misaka 10032’s neck. There are also two micro stun grenades taped to Misaka 10032’s rib’s directly below and to the side of Misaka 10032’s breasts. Do you need to examine them, inquires Misaka 10032 as Misaka 10032 begins lifting Misaka 10032’s blouse and vest?”
“Yes,” says Shirai, drooling, as Misaka shouts, “NO!” at the same time while struggling with Misaka 10032’s hands to pull the blouse and vest back down.
[ZAP!] and Shirai was sent to the ground, smoking.
Having gotten Misaka 10032’s blouse back down and in order, Misaka strode over to Shirai’s smoking, quivering body. “What. Did. I. Say. About, Molesting. My. Sisters!!!”
Shirai : “Ow”
Misaka through gritted teeth, “What did we discuss?”
“Hands off like they were Plutonium?” replied Shirai whimpering.
Misaka 10032 watched in fascination.
“Why were you ogling my Sister with lewd thoughts in your little red head?” asked Misaka dangerously.
Shirai sat up gingerly with her hands out in front of her in supplication. “If I’m going to teleport with both of you, I need a good idea of weight. Then I remembered 16002 and all the guns…”
Misaka blinked. That…that actually made sense. She turned to Misaka 10032 and asked, “Do we weigh the same and how much does all your firepower weigh?”
“Misaka 10032 estimates that Big Sister and Misaka 10032 are the same weight plus or minus 100 gms, with Big Sister weighing more.”
Misaka “Hey!”
“Misaka 10032 reports the firearm weighs 620 gms, fully loaded; spare magazine 280 gms; micro grenades 200 gms each for a total additional weight of 1,308 gms.”
“Shirai , is that too much?”
Shirai stood up and stretched. “Give me a minute to recover, but I can do that. It will just be shorter hops.”
“Big Sister, Misaka 10032 inquires, what is ‘molesting’ and why would Shirai perform an action defined as ‘accosting, abusing or fondling’ to Misaka 10032?”
Misaka turned beet red and even Shirai had the good graces to blush.
Misaka starting waving her arms frantically. “We don’t have time for this now, Misaka 10032. Maybe ask your Mother?”
Misaka 10032 made a mental note to do so later.
“Shirai please tell me you can teleport?”
In response, Shirai ended the embarrassment (for now) and started a series of teleportations to District 7. They ended up at a bus stop that Shirai was familiar with near the apartment. Misaka 10032 led them the short distance to the building itself where Misaka saw a familiar face standing outside, apparently watching and waiting for them.
“ONEE-SAMA!” Came the cry as a small girl launched herself at Misaka. Shirai was amazed to see yet another girl that looked like her Sissy, but this one was much younger. She looked like she was maybe ten years old. She was not quite four feet tall, wearing a cute blue striped sundress, and her hair was cropped fairly short and stuck out in all directions. And she was tackle-hugging Misaka.
“Misaka Misaka is so glad you came Misaka Misaka shouts excitedly! It has been so long since Misaka Misaka got to see you Misaka Misaka says sadly. Misaka Misaka missed you Onee-sama, Misaka Misaka says while trying to make tears so Onee-sama will feel guilty.”
She then noticed Shirai and got a little shy. She clung to Misaka’s legs.
“Misaka Last Order, this is my best friend, Kuroko Shirai. Shirai -chan, this is Misaka Last Order.”
“Hello, Shirai -san, Misaka Misaka is Onee-sama’s little Sister Misaka Misaka clarifies. Misaka Misaka is happy to meet you, Misaka Misaka states.”
“Hello Misaka Last Order, it’s nice to meet another Sister too.”
Last Order looked at Shirai strangely for a moment then turned to Misaka and asked, “Does she think about molesting Misaka Misaka too, Misaka Misaka wonders out loud?”
It’s a wonder Misaka and Shirai did not pass out from the amount of blood that rushed to their faces.