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[I_am_Kami]

Originally Posted by Mr.Kyon

...There is no AcceleratorxAwaki? Seriously, I only wrote those three lines off the top of my head

Also, Promise chapter 4 is incoming tonight... Hopefully, I have to proofread and add things here and there.

And...here's a little peek at something I've been promising. It is part of Promise.

Spoiler for A certain Junior is making his approach...:

“Where you going with that Aiho?” Yoshikawa asked, seeing the teacher with a plastic container holding the remainders of the soup heading out.

“I’m going to give this to our strange little neighbor next-door. He did fix our TV once for free.”

Who she was referring to was the neighbor who had moved in a little while before Accelerator had returned from Russia. Once, when the two teenagers of the household were away, the TV started to smoke up and like a true handyman, the blond-haired glasses-wearing 12 year old appeared out of nowhere, no questions asked, and five minutes later the TV was fixed and worked even better than before.

“Oh, that kid? My, I remember he called Misaka ‘Milady’.” Yoshikawa glanced at Last Order, winking to tease her.

Im talking about the first one. One you made a while ago and I've hear its crazy.

[Mr.Kyon]

Originally Posted by I_am_Kami

Im talking about the first one. One you made a while ago and I've hear its crazy.

OHHHH, that one! The shotaAccelxAwaki one.

Well... I forgot to finish it. I had to finish the part where Tsuchimikado flunks Kamijou out of Komoe's loli little hands so he can break Awaki's illusions and return Accel to normal.

After Promise chapter 4, I'll finish it just for you~

[Mr.Kyon]

...It turns out that crack fic was finished a long time ago, yet I thought I hadn't.

So...

Promise Chapter 4 (So much win, best thing I've ever written so far imo. AcceleratorxWorst FTMFW!)

Then...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

Now... Bow down, all of you, as I empty my walk-in cocaine closet in your presence.

Your Crack King commands it.

[arson88]

thanks for the fic

[Flere821]

Originally Posted by Mr.Kyon

...It turns out that crack fic was finished a long time ago, yet I thought I hadn't.

So...

Promise Chapter 4 (So much win, best thing I've ever written so far imo. AcceleratorxWorst FTMFW!)

Then...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

Now... Bow down, all of you, as I empty my walk-in cocaine closet in your presence.

Your Crack King commands it.

ewrfwqfdvadvcavagnjvaca-hnnnnngh!

*rendered speechless and suffers multiple heart attacks from reading that*

...
...
...

That much crack can't possibly be good for you >.>

[Zakoo]

Since i can't review on FF with my netbook I will post it here but ...

What did I just read ? What did hell did I just read ? My eyes got burnt, my heart stopped beating, my saliva got hot and dry. I thought I crossed the Sahara desert while reading this fanfiction

My Musujime, damn you Kyon, now I won't ever be able to dream on her, she was the onee-san type I looked for. for a lolicon like me, do you know how hard it is to come to appreciate an onee-san type?!

And now you destroyed it!

[Mr.Kyon]

Originally Posted by Zakoo

Since i can't review on FF with my netbook I will post it here but ...

What did I just read ? What did hell did I just read ? My eyes got burnt, my heart stopped beating, my saliva got hot and dry. I thought I crossed the Sahara desert while reading this fanfiction

My Musujime, damn you Kyon, now I won't ever be able to dream on her, she was the onee-san type I looked for. for a lolicon like me, do you know how hard it is to come to appreciate an onee-san type?!

And now you destroyed it!

*Insert lame 'I have broken your illusions' joke here*

[Chaos2Frozen]

God damnit Kyon! Would you stop getting hopped up on drugs and quickly review the second chapter of my fic !!!

[MrTerrorist]

Originally Posted by Mr.Kyon

...It turns out that crack fic was finished a long time ago, yet I thought I hadn't.

So...

Promise Chapter 4 (So much win, best thing I've ever written so far imo. AcceleratorxWorst FTMFW!)

Then...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

Now... Bow down, all of you, as I empty my walk-in cocaine closet in your presence.

Your Crack King commands it.

Yes my Crack Fic lord!

[Jobless Josh]

...It turns out that crack fic was finished a long time ago, yet I thought I hadn't.

So...

Promise Chapter 4 (So much win, best thing I've ever written so far imo. AcceleratorxWorst FTMFW!)

Then...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!
Now... Bow down, all of you, as I empty my walk-in cocaine closet in your presence.

Your Crack King commands it.

Holy shit I laughed so hard the AIM Burst erupted out of my chest like an alien and then my face proceeded to melt as if I were a Nazi peering into the Ark of the Covenant.

[Chaos2Frozen]

Title:Endless Erotic Hell

Synopsis: Index Librorum Prohibitorumis a healthy adolescent girl, she's also a nun-in-training and may some times succumb to certain Cardinal desires...

(Suggestive theme? You don't know the half of it!)

Spoiler for Endless Erotic Hell:

It's midnight in the boys dormitory.

But all is not peaceful in the Kamijou residence. Contrast to the cool and serene atmosphere of the city at night, inside the small dorm was a raging inferno of hormones and violence.

The small girl named Index tosses and turned restlessly on the bed, wearing only a white shirt and a certain type of panty. She struggles to come to terms with the contents of the late night anime she had witness earlier which had left a heavy burden on her mind as it replays those scenes over and over again to her. She squeezed her eyes tightly in hopes of willing her adolescent brain to banish out all indecent thoughts.

"Grrrr...!"

Early that night, her roomate and guardian, Kamijou Touma had told her not to trend into realms past her bed time. But instead of viewing it as a cautious warning, the silver haired nun took it as a dare and promptly accepted the challenge.

What she saw in the last twenty minutes changed her world forever, and left a permanent scar on her maiden heart.

But it was too late to regret her actions now; like a switch being activated, her teenage mind had shifted the gear into overdrive. Fueled by her raging hormones, it unleashing an unstoppable torrent of images and suggestive ideas in her pure mind, far more devastating than anything the grimoires had done to her.

"mmmmhhh...!"


*Delusion*

It was beautifully decorated small church, the powerful sunlight invaded the large hall through the large glass windows. For most days, the numerous wooden benches would be filled with believers of the faith, for today they're empty and cold.

In the middle of the church was the statue of the Lord, in front of it was a large altar table.

"Hnngg... Ahhh...!"

The girl with long silver haired was laid on top of the altar table as the boy begins to disrobe her slowly, revealing many things indecent.

"Please, this position is...! This is too embarrassing... Ahhhhhh!"

The golden light from the setting sun bath the hall with it's brilliant glow, they reflect off the girl's pearl white skin making them look flawless and untouched. Her naked legs were exposed to a degree which was far too inappropriate for a sister of the faith.

She felt his face moving lower, his strong hands forcing apart her legs.

"A-Ahh! That place is... Don't! AHH!"

Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his body tightly; her small hand futilely struggled to push his head away.

A barrage of overwhelming sensations threaten to destroy her mind.

"Ahh...! Hah...! Hah...! Mhmm...! Ahaahh...!"

Her breath grew sharp and heavy as the boy skillfully worked his way up, his lips never stopped kissing as he moved to her thights, up to her navel, and even to her small breasts.

"AHHH!"

Without warning, the silver haired nun yelped as he aggressively turned her around so that her front is being pressed against the altar table while her back is facing him. He removed the nun robe that was covering her lower modesty- putting her in a vulnerable and submissive position.

And without so much as a word, he violated her.

Repeatedly.

"No... We can't... God is watching... Ahh...!"

Her cries of indecent pleasure echoed throughout the holy church as they engage in carnal knowledge. The boy tried to muffle her cries with his hand which thegirl bit down hard to manage her pain and pleasure.

The girl could barely control herself; as if all senses had been removed from her. In the end she could fight it no longer and release all the bottled up feelings that she kept for so long.

The small ones are the loudest.

Like dynamite.

*Reality*

"Arghhh!"

Index kicked her cover away in frustration after experiencing another one of her adolescent fantasies from watching late night anime.

"This is all Touma's fault! If he hadn't challenge me to watch that anime I wouldn't had done it!" She rolled around the bed attempting to dispel her evil thoughts like a washing machine doing the laundry.

Clearly she has decided to push any and all responsibility from herself.

"I want to sleep but I can't stop dreaming about that! GRRRRRRRR!!!" Index began to chew on her pillow like a lioness feasting on a helpless baby gazelle to relief her pent up stress.

"The more I try to forget it, the more I can't stop thinking about!! This is nothing short of an Endless Erotic Hell!!!"

At that moment, something inside of her broke. Index turned a weary eye towards the bathroom which hides the object of her lust- Erm, I mean, 'troubles'.

"T-This is all Touma's fault... So I... So I have to punish you for teasing me!" Her face was red with embrrassment.

Nobody was teasing her.

"I-It's not that I want to do this...This is... This is just punishment...! That's all! Don't read into it..." Her heartbeat race uncontrollably.

Somewhere down the line she changed to a tsundere character.

The girl with silver hair recalled how he had bullied her (in the fantasy) by using his mouth on her in an indecent matter, and decided to return the favor in kind.

"This is divine punishment Touma...!" Index declared.

No it isn't.

****************

It's five minute passed midnight.

Kamijou Touma woke up from his sleep in the bathtub to an unusual noise emitting from somewhere in the toilet.

A moment later he realized there was someone sitting on top of him; the person's back was facing him.

Not that it requires much brain work to guess who it was. But before Touma opened his mouth, something clicked inside of him.

He felt a liquid substance dripping onto his nether regions; couple that with the girl in feral position on top of him, wearing nothing except her panties and a single white shirt, making arousing noises with something in her mouth, there's only so much a healthy teenager like Kamijou Touma can take.

"Nei Touma... Does it feel good?"Index asked earnestly.

That's when she turned around and the spiky haired boy sawthe chocolate ice-cream stick in her mouth.

It seems Index had somehow innocently gotten the wrong idea of this activity, and was pleasuring a midnight snack on top of the boy.

And who said censorship doesn't work?

Neurons were being fired all over his brain; there were three main thoughts that occupied Touma's mind- The first is relief that it wasn't what he thought, the second is disappointment that it wasn't what he thought, and the third is of course-

"INDDDEEEXXXX! WHAT THE FUDGE ARE YOU DOING?!!" he exploded.

"IT'S ALL TOUMA's FAULT! SO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!"

"What are you talking about you baka! IT'S DRIPPING ON MY CLOTHES!!"

Instinctively, Touma tried to climbed out of the tub, but because Index was still on top of him, the two of them ended up entangled together in the small tub.

"Wahh!! Touma baka! Don't move so much! It's tight in here!"

"You're the baka! Stop shouting! You're voice is too loud!!"

"But that's because Touma is too rough! I'm going to be sore tomorrow!"

"ARGH! Damnit Index I'm going to start moving-"

"Wahhhh! Don't move you Baka! There's not alot of space in here! It's uncomfortable with you in it already!!"

"You Baka! All you have to do is just spread open your legs and-!"

"WAHHH! Touma how could you say something like that to a sister! I knew it! Touma wants to do something indecent to me there again!!"

"OF COURSE NOT! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN!?"

"NEVER! I WON'T LET YOU TRICK ME AGAIN!"

"LET ME GO YOU BAKA-!!"

*************

From across the corridor, a young maid and her not-related-by-blood older brother were woken up by the sound of yet another lover's quarrel.

"Argh! Index it's dripping! It's dripping all over me! Baka! Don't take it out! Put it back in your mouth!"

"Wahh! Touma! It's overflowing!! I can't take it anymore! There's too much!"

"Baka! Don't talking and just suck it you stupid sister! You're going to get my clothes all sticky!"

"Touma made me all sticky as well!"

"... And I thought we were loud." Tsuchimikado Maika grumbled.

"What's that, Maika?"

There was someone rustling under the bedsheet.

"Nothing, go back to sleep..."

[Mr.Kyon]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Title:Endless Erotic Hell

Synopsis: Index Librorum Prohibitorumis a healthy adolescent girl, she's also a nun-in-training and may some times succumb to certain Cardinal desires...

(Suggestive theme? You don't know the half of it!)

Spoiler for Endless Erotic Hell:

It's midnight in the boys dormitory.

But all is not peaceful in the Kamijou residence. Contrast to the cool and serene atmosphere of the city at night, inside the small dorm was a raging inferno of hormones and violence.

The small girl named Index tosses and turned restlessly on the bed, wearing only a white shirt and a certain type of panty. She struggles to come to terms with the contents of the late night anime she had witness earlier which had left a heavy burden on her mind as it replays those scenes over and over again to her. She squeezed her eyes tightly in hopes of willing her adolescent brain to banish out all indecent thoughts.

"Grrrr...!"

Early that night, her roomate and guardian, Kamijou Touma had told her not to trend into realms past her bed time. But instead of viewing it as a cautious warning, the silver haired nun took it as a dare and promptly accepted the challenge.

What she saw in the last twenty minutes changed her world forever, and left a permanent scar on her maiden heart.

But it was too late to regret her actions now; like a switch being activated, her teenage mind had shifted the gear into overdrive. Fueled by her raging hormones, it unleashing an unstoppable torrent of images and suggestive ideas in her pure mind, far more devastating than anything the grimoires had done to her.

"mmmmhhh...!"


*Delusion*

It was beautifully decorated small church, the powerful sunlight invaded the large hall through the large glass windows. For most days, the numerous wooden benches would be filled with believers of the faith, for today they're empty and cold.

In the middle of the church was the statue of the Lord, in front of it was a large altar table.

"Hnngg... Ahhh...!"

The girl with long silver haired was laid on top of the altar table as the boy begins to disrobe her slowly, revealing many things indecent.

"Please, this position is...! This is too embarrassing... Ahhhhhh!"

The golden light from the setting sun bath the hall with it's brilliant glow, they reflect off the girl's pearl white skin making them look flawless and untouched. Her naked legs were exposed to a degree which was far too inappropriate for a sister of the faith.

She felt his face moving lower, his strong hands forcing apart her legs.

"A-Ahh! That place is... Don't! AHH!"

Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his body tightly; her small hand futilely struggled to push his head away.

A barrage of overwhelming sensations threaten to destroy her mind.

"Ahh...! Hah...! Hah...! Mhmm...! Ahaahh...!"

Her breath grew sharp and heavy as the boy skillfully worked his way up, his lips never stopped kissing as he moved to her thights, up to her navel, and even to her small breasts.

"AHHH!"

Without warning, the silver haired nun yelped as he aggressively turned her around so that her front is being pressed against the altar table while her back is facing him. He removed the nun robe that was covering her lower modesty- putting her in a vulnerable and submissive position.

And without so much as a word, he violated her.

Repeatedly.

"No... We can't... God is watching... Ahh...!"

Her cries of indecent pleasure echoed throughout the holy church as they engage in carnal knowledge. The boy tried to muffle her cries with his hand which thegirl bit down hard to manage her pain and pleasure.

The girl could barely control herself; as if all senses had been removed from her. In the end she could fight it no longer and release all the bottled up feelings that she kept for so long.

The small ones are the loudest.

Like dynamite.

*Reality*

"Arghhh!"

Index kicked her cover away in frustration after experiencing another one of her adolescent fantasies from watching late night anime.

"This is all Touma's fault! If he hadn't challenge me to watch that anime I wouldn't had done it!" She rolled around the bed attempting to dispel her evil thoughts like a washing machine doing the laundry.

Clearly she has decided to push any and all responsibility from herself.

"I want to sleep but I can't stop dreaming about that! GRRRRRRRR!!!" Index began to chew on her pillow like a lioness feasting on a helpless baby gazelle to relief her pent up stress.

"The more I try to forget it, the more I can't stop thinking about!! This is nothing short of an Endless Erotic Hell!!!"

At that moment, something inside of her broke. Index turned a weary eye towards the bathroom which hides the object of her lust- Erm, I mean, 'troubles'.

"T-This is all Touma's fault... So I... So I have to punish you for teasing me!" Her face was red with embrrassment.

Nobody was teasing her.

"I-It's not that I want to do this...This is... This is just punishment...! That's all! Don't read into it..." Her heartbeat race uncontrollably.

Somewhere down the line she changed to a tsundere character.

The girl with silver hair recalled how he had bullied her (in the fantasy) by using his mouth on her in an indecent matter, and decided to return the favor in kind.

"This is divine punishment Touma...!" Index declared.

No it isn't.

****************

It's five minute passed midnight.

Kamijou Touma woke up from his sleep in the bathtub to an unusual noise emitting from somewhere in the toilet.

A moment later he realized there was someone sitting on top of him; the person's back was facing him.

Not that it requires much brain work to guess who it was. But before Touma opened his mouth, something clicked inside of him.

He felt a liquid substance dripping onto his nether regions; couple that with the girl in feral position on top of him, wearing nothing except her panties and a single white shirt, making arousing noises with something in her mouth, there's only so much a healthy teenager like Kamijou Touma can take.

"Nei Touma... Does it feel good?"Index asked earnestly.

That's when she turned around and the spiky haired boy sawthe chocolate ice-cream stick in her mouth.

It seems Index had somehow innocently gotten the wrong idea of this activity, and was pleasuring a midnight snack on top of the boy.

And who said censorship doesn't work?

Neurons were being fired all over his brain; there were three main thoughts that occupied Touma's mind- The first is relief that it wasn't what he thought, the second is disappointment that it wasn't what he thought, and the third is of course-

"INDDDEEEXXXX! WHAT THE FUDGE ARE YOU DOING?!!" he exploded.

"IT'S ALL TOUMA's FAULT! SO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!"

"What are you talking about you baka! IT'S DRIPPING ON MY CLOTHES!!"

Instinctively, Touma tried to climbed out of the tub, but because Index was still on top of him, the two of them ended up entangled together in the small tub.

"Wahh!! Touma baka! Don't move so much! It's tight in here!"

"You're the baka! Stop shouting! You're voice is too loud!!"

"But that's because Touma is too rough! I'm going to be sore tomorrow!"

"ARGH! Damnit Index I'm going to start moving-"

"Wahhhh! Don't move you Baka! There's not alot of space in here! It's uncomfortable with you in it already!!"

"You Baka! All you have to do is just spread open your legs and-!"

"WAHHH! Touma how could you say something like that to a sister! I knew it! Touma wants to do something indecent to me there again!!"

"OF COURSE NOT! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN!?"

"NEVER! I WON'T LET YOU TRICK ME AGAIN!"

"LET ME GO YOU BAKA-!!"

*************

From across the corridor, a young maid and her not-related-by-blood older brother were woken up by the sound of yet another lover's quarrel.

"Argh! Index it's dripping! It's dripping all over me! Baka! Don't take it out! Put it back in your mouth!"

"Wahh! Touma! It's overflowing!! I can't take it anymore! There's too much!"

"Baka! Don't talking and just suck it you stupid sister! You're going to get my clothes all sticky!"

"Touma made me all sticky as well!"

"... And I thought we were loud." Tsuchimikado Maika grumbled.

"What's that, Maika?"

There was someone rustling under the bedsheet.

"Nothing, go back to sleep..."

Post on Fanfic.net. Do it hubby, for god sakes!

And dammit Chaos, I just reviewed chapter 2 of Original Sin, so review Promise. This relationship is give and take y'know.

Simple language: review or no reach-around tonite.

[Is shipping ChaosxKyon HARD]

[I_am_Kami]

Originally Posted by Mr.Kyon

...It turns out that crack fic was finished a long time ago, yet I thought I hadn't.

So...

Promise Chapter 4 (So much win, best thing I've ever written so far imo. AcceleratorxWorst FTMFW!)

Then...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

Now... Bow down, all of you, as I empty my walk-in cocaine closet in your presence.

Your Crack King commands it.

Promise- They didn't do it right? Either way i was getting hot from reading it. Im a guy and not into romance but with WORST. My god *claps*

WTF is this SHIT!?- that part where accelerator chases Touma I see that part from Needless ep 2 where Blade chases the boy.

[Mr.Kyon]

Originally Posted by I_am_Kami

Promise- They didn't do it right? Either way i was getting hot from reading it. Im a guy and not into romance but with WORST. My god *claps*

Yup, they didn't "do it" yet. Farthest was Accel responding to her teasing by grabbing her ass.

...Though I highly doubt that fic will finish with a safe T rating. I'm going to slowly work my way to M. Oh yeah...

Anyways, Junior Kihara and the Ichihanaransa culture festival is going to keep our Level 5 busy, with many things inbetween.

Seriously, the interactions between Junior and Accel are going to be epic. Junior basically talks like a refined Englishman (his caretaker/maid was trained by the head maid of the Royal Brits, Ollerus's cute little tsuntsun kitty) and Accel gets super protective of Last Order. Their insult matches are just great.

[Chaos2Frozen]

Originally Posted by Mr.Kyon

Post on Fanfic.net. Do it hubby, for god sakes!

And dammit Chaos, I just reviewed chapter 2 of Original Sin, so review Promise. This relationship is give and take y'know.

Simple language: review or no reach-around tonite.

[Is shipping ChaosxKyon HARD]

Sigh, why do I keep ending up in homosexual relationships where ever I go?

Anyway, I was hoping to avoiding being a dried up corpse like the rest of your victims but... I'll... See what I can do about it... I'm not very good with crack stories, my mind can't just turn it off...

Two more things; one is that I'll be posting the [Endless Erotic Hell] series here until I get a proper computer to post on FF.net.... Sigh, my skills are getting rusty, I used to be able to make men-cross-their-legs with my fics... Maybe it's because I'm not using a popular favorite? Like whenever I wrote yuunoha... I guess When I write one with Mikoto I'm sure people would be turning their heads around...

Secondly, to answer your question on [Original Sin], it takes place after Vol15. I thought it was a stroke of brilliance on m part to let Tsuchimikado use the spas-12; that's pretty much like a superpower in itself right? Sorry about a lack of Awaki and Accelerator interaction, but I assure you I'll make it up big time...heh... Btw just to get a gauge: can you summarized what you know about the story so far? There's no point being overly mysterious if you end up only talking to yourself and nobody gets a damn hint.

I did do what you say and try to take a breather before rereading the story again to check for errors, but with such a long story it gets somewhat frustrating doing it over and over and over and over and over and over and one more time again. Plus don't you just get the urge to post the moment you finish a story?

[Mr.Kyon]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Sigh, why do I keep ending up in homosexual relationships where ever I go?

...I don't even know what that means. Th-There was someone before m-me...? Hubby, you baka...

[Shrugs until further explanations]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Secondly, to answer your question on [Original Sin], it takes place after Vol15. I thought it was a stroke of brilliance on m part to let Tsuchimikado use the spas-12; that's pretty much like a superpower in itself right? Sorry about a lack of Awaki and Accelerator interaction, but I assure you I'll make it up big time...heh... Btw just to get a gauge: can you summarized what you know about the story so far? There's no point being overly mysterious if you end up only talking to yourself and nobody gets a damn hint.

Basically there's someone named John Mirra, eerily similar to Last Order as in he's a psychic who's the commander of soldiers. He and his Network of soldiers are a project of the American Tech. Dev. company White Circle, and they've basically gone berserk. GROUP is sent to help the Americans terminate Mirra, plus investigate about what the Americans have been doing with their own branch of psychic development.

Accelerator keeps getting flashbacks to his old days. Amata, Gensei and things. While he's on the mission he...starts to see dead people. Amata first then Amai telling him about cryptic stuff, Amai talking about the bullet in his brain, making him doubt his sanity and grip on it.

It becomes obvious after certain events

that there is another Academy City organisation involved in the operation, and it seems to be working against GROUP's efforts.

We then learn that Cheshire, the codename for Mirra and the project in its entirely, has on its list of head honchos our good friend Gensei. Mirra has him in his sights if we are to believe he wants everyone on the 'Mock Turtle' document dead.

There's a little girl Accelerator once knew called Alice, kind of a...um...fucking psycho who stabs people, uses mine dolls and doesn't wear panties I guess?Anyways, she calls her doll Cheshire... Says creepy things to Accel and sees him as nice play thing. Also she's a...vegetarian? Has dyed red hair? Hm, what's the connection to the present...? I doubt she's Awaki's evil twin, but... There's a connection.

And there's something about White Box... I have no idea yet... Shit is confusing...

PLUS I KEEP MIXING UP F.E.A.R'S STORY WITH THIS WHEN I READ IT SO MY HEAD GOES CHOCOLATE!

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

I did do what you say and try to take a breather before rereading the story again to check for errors, but with such a long story it gets somewhat frustrating doing it over and over and over and over and over and over and one more time again. Plus don't you just get the urge to post the moment you finish a story?

Oh I get that urge, but you lose it through sheer will and over time. About correction...well I never have big complex stories that are 18000 words a chappie, so I understand you. Rereading that must be...Eeep nightmarish. That's why you got to get yourself a beta-reader or something to iron things out. Aka someone's that out of the loop.

Nyaa I wonder who could do that nyaa...



Though I'd have to set up a betaprofile, but I'll do anything for hubby

[Chaos2Frozen]

Unfortunately yes, you're not the first one and probably not the last.

Anyway it looks like you got most of the points, so I would expect anybody who would bother to read a thriller story is the first place would be attentive enough to be able to get them. [White Box]... Yes it's meant to remain a mystery at this point in the story and only serve as one extra reminder that this is somehow connected to Accelerator. I'm surprise you didn't find Alice, the crazy one, cute with her banter with her usagi-kun, personally I thought I didn't give her enough crazy scenes.

Oh yeah, you forgot the [Dormouse Numbers], that one is important too... By the way, I don't suppose the Alice in Wonderland referrences stood out much for you?

Spoiler:

Accelerator = White Rabbit
John Mirra = Cheshire Cat
Harris March = March Hare
Aldus Knaves = Knaves of Hearts
Alice Duchess = The Duchess
Genevieve Hartqueen = Queen of Hearts
'Herseaia King'/Kihara Gensei = King of Hearts

[Mock turtle] and the [Dormouse] and [Alice] is obvious

[Master Assassin]

Finally! A Touma/Itsuwa fanfic.

[TkMacintosh]

Maaa...maa...I really have to stop getting random ideas at times....

Spoiler for Random story time once more...:

Touma sighed deeply as he unlocked the door trying to relax from the long day of school and the various bits of trouble that always seemed to follow. "Fukou da..." Touma mumbled as he opend the door.

"Ah, Welcome home Touma-kun." said the busty blond nun, Orsola Aquinas as she approached him, her chest bouncing with each step.

"Ah-ah-ah Or-Orsala-san! Wha-what are you wearing?" Touma said, his face red as a tomato, as he pointed at her, his hand shaking at the sight of Orsola dressed in a bunny girls outfit complete with Bunny ears.

"Oh? The Archbishop suggested we wear these outfits and come visit you." Orsola said, a happy smile on her face.

"...What do you mean we?" Touma asked, his arm drooping downwards, shocked and confused at the entire thing.

"Oh...Agnese, Angelene, and Luccia came with me. They're dressed up as well." Orsola said as she motioned Touma to follow, making her way to the 'living room' of his small apartment. There, on the floor and on the bed, were Agnese, Angelene, and Luccia all dressed up in simmilar bunny girl outfits.

Angelene was facing away from him, her arms crossed over her small chest, lookin embarassed to be there. Agenese had sat on the floor, her legs crossed, her arm propping up her chin, an embarassed look on her faces. The moment he stepped into the "living room", a bright red blush covered her face. Luccia was on her knees, her arms clasped together behind her back staring at the embarassed Angelene.

It...was all too much for Touma. He passed out,a torrent of blood shooting from his nose. Moments before unconcious claimed him, a single thought ran through his head. 'I...love Bunny Girls.' Touma thought.

[Mr.Kyon]

Spoiler for LeffHand:

There was a deafening silence upon the snowy plains of Russia. Just weeks ago, it was the battleground for the third World War. Now it was abandoned, desolated…ravaged.

Each side told a different story on how it went down; who fought who, who truly won and who was to be the boogeyman. Typical politics that were nothing but a waste of everyone’s time.

People here suffered. Civilians died – men, women, children – people that want nothing more that to live in peace, without that disease the chess-masters that truly hold the world in their grasp call ‘war’.

Now, who could even remotely estimate the amount of bodies buried under all this white?

“Tragedy…”

A single man stood there, not another soul for miles, stretching endlessly to the rocky mountains in the backdrop.

“…They tell them it could have been worse…and they should be thankful for that? How anybody can take their dung with any semblance of credibility is quite beyond me. These humans truly have been blinded by illusions…”

The man approaching his twenties muttered coldly, deep cynicism apparent in those words. His obsidian hair wavered, streaks on crimson creating a strong contrast that kept within a gloomy range of color.

“…Yet something’s not right. The Star of Bethlehem might have crashed into the ocean, ending that plan of he akin to me, yet… Something is amiss, I can feel it. Can’t you?”

Calling out for an answer, he pauses before nodding to himself. Someone gave him the agreement he sought, yet he only had himself and his body to converse with.

“What is so special about this precise abandoned spot that you’ve egging me on?”

Nodding again, he got on his knees and begun digging into the snow with his hands. His tarnished leather gloves soon unearthed a discovery.

“…Blood? Was it worth all that…?”

He stops, his eyes widening – understanding the purpose of his coming, as inefficient as it was. His curious tongue ran over a frozen piece of ice, tinted maroon which was once fresh blood no doubt.

“This blood… so rich… It tastes like it comes from his carrier’s deep arteries…the Holy Right... Brings back memories from ages ago…”

The man let the shard of ice go from the grasp of his Left Hand.

“...But who did this to the Holy Right? Who gave it such a crushing defeat? Did Imagine Breaker fail to seal…’that’? Is it… Oh, I understand, it was him. ”

The man shrugged and sighed, standing back up again, his average build slouching over. The pupil of his sombre violet eyes shrunk then grew, stuck in such a back and forth tick.

“With the Holy Right weakened to a pathetic grind, would this be the time to affirm my powers to the world, to the two sides? Their Sabbath has come, and in that miserable scientific temple lies Kamijou, under the watchful eye of the one called the Wickedest Man in the World… All too easy… We must begin our ascension slowly, though not too slow. If we are to take them head on, we will need a few…insurances.”

Waving his Left Hand casually, his body began to dematerialize, to reappear exactly where he needed to be.

But… This is not magic. This is not science. This is not divine. Thisdoesn’t belong to the realm of God; it belong it’s opposite – the Holy Right being the antithesis; Imagine Breaker being the balance between such contrasting powers that come from rivalling origins. Yet the three share an identical property: they destroy all without differentiating between such wastes as morality, divine and demonic nor subjective squabble like good and evil.

This defies the restrictions of magic and science.

Though, one of the three has to stand triumphant for the conflict to end.

That battle ages ago left the great Lucifer and the God of Abraham in a forced draw…because of ‘it’.

Not now. With the Holy Right no longer a rival, all efforts could go to crush that abomination that is Kamijou and shortly thereafter, God. This Earth would be the battlefield in which God is dethroned, so that a new Aeon would arise.

He wasn’t the only one with such a plan; although that Wickedest Man was going for something that even Ying and Yang can’t comprehend, utilizing knowledge from sources beyond the norm of a human magician. What exactly was that man’s angle didn’t matter, nor do his elaborate plans. He had overlooked the power of the Left in favor of Imagine Breaker and the Holy Right, powers of the Right. For him, all that is needed is the voice of the true lord guiding him through the motions and everything would be alright; that same voice he embraced as a child.

There were many things that needed to be gathered, so many, for victory to be assured. It was only a general concept, a set of ideas…

But things would come about if he listened out for his instructions, and the sinful Left Hand would carry out the duties entrusted to him.

(...)

“… Is this really alright…?”

“What?”

“After all, I’m someone that doesn’t even know how wide this ‘world’ is.”

“Is that so? Then, starting from now you can go see for yourself.”

The one that had entertained such conversation with the boy named Kamijou, Fiamma of the Right, still reflected on his final words to him.

Although he had long comprehended what these words meant, they still returned to him frequently.

“I wonder if it’s all right…”

“Did you say something?” asked a laidback, almost too casual voice.

“Nothing.”

That casual person and him strolled around an open-air market, in god knows where. The sky was clear blue, radiating sunlight pouring through the drapes that made up the market’s roof.

Children and their parents were deciding what they would cook for every day of the upcoming week as they browsed the new harvests.

In such a setting, Fiamma – whose right arm is missing, the unfilled sleeve of his fiery red suit waving in the soothing breeze – didn’t attract any attention, not even a “Poor fella!” glance from anyone.

Surprisingly, he is one of the most wanted man of the Magic side, and that casual blond man next to him shares a similar status.

Then are they plain foolish to parade around like that, without a proper cause to reveal themselves? No, they aren’t actually showing their real form. They are showing a false image to the ones around them – a wonky enchantment of sorts.

Right now, these two magicians appeared to others like an old-fashion married couple. It was beyond ridiculous, but it worked – everyone saw the norm in those two abnormal men.

Fiamma didn’t have much of a choice. Beyond the unique powers of the Holy Right, he is a normal human unsuited to be in a world were he is not wanted. Without his flesh-and-bone Right Arm, the blessing that is the Holy Right is practically useless compared to what it once was. It’s not under control; the symbolism of the right arm is gone; the purpose and source of the power of the Right is lost. Because of his mistaken actions during the third World War, everyone on the Magic side would gladly retire him out of existence with a twirl of a fingertip if they learned he was alive.

Though there is always an exception to the rule.

There are two individuals who saved him when he should’ve died, after the greatest and vilest man in arcane history ambushed him.

The head maid of the British Royal Family; Silvia.

He who should’ve been a Majin; Ollerus.

The reason was simple: knowledge in the Magic side is as potent of a weapon as a nuclear bomb. And he, Fiamma of the Right, knew many things that few do. He had, for example, seen and fought the supposedly dead magician Aleister Crowley, thus he got to see his Age of Horus which can be read by his own, albeit inferior, Age of Osiris. It wasn’t child’s play, as his memories of that encounter were blurry like a night of drinking too much red wine, but each day he would remember another piece of the puzzle. He did so as Ollerus and Silvia’s condition for hiding him from the world.

“Then, starting from now you can go see for yourself.”

That phrase rang again in Fiamma’s ears. To go see the world by himself… It wasn’t an option available in the present, but more of a long-term future goal. His Holy Right was at a point weakened and uncontrollable that even the Saint and Bonne Dame Silvia – who wouldn’t have stood a ghost of a chance before – posed a significant threat if she were to fight him. Even more powerful and mighty magicians that her would come after him if he went to see the world by himself.

So he remained, with reluctance.

“These cucumbers look lovely, don’t you think?” Ollerus snapped Fiamma out of his ruminations, showing him the flawless fruit. “The harvest has been really good this time of the year.”

Fiamma mindlessly nodded. In his lonely left hand was a basket that Ollerus used to put the fresh harvests into. As the blond paid the merchant, Fiamma asked a question: “Why does the handicapped me have to carry this around?”

“You need to build up its strength, don’t you think? You look so sad when you pick at your food and can’t slice off a decent bite. Silvia seems to enjoy cutting up your food though.”

“Because she’s a sadist that feasts on the pain of men,” Fiamma grumbled at the humiliating memory of being treated like a impudent baby.

Ollerus hesitated to agree, “Weeell… I wouldn’t say it like thaaat...”

“Dog kennel.”

With the man’s two words, Ollerus’s brow quivered and he conceded to point.

“So you acknowledge that you are a masochist?” Fiamma derided.

“It’s give and take,” Ollerus tried to keep a cheerful expression. “I’m willing to take that.”

“For what?”

A dreamy look glimmered in his emerald eyes. “When she’s all bashful and gentle, it’s a moment to treasure. She just doesn’t show it often.”

“Oh, spare the great me the details.”

The two magician continued to purchase the fresh produce off of the honest merchants in this nameless town.

As they did so, a question returned to the former leader of God’s Right Seat.

‘I truly wonder if it’s alright…’

So...the concept of a Left Hand user keeps haunting me, so I wrote this. Sort of a prologue to a story. Main characters would be Fiamma, Ollerus and that Left Hand user, and his plans. Although I doubt I'll actually write anymore, I got the demon of the Left Hand out of my psyche for awhile.