[Ashaman]

Okay, so it happens. The three shot became a Four-Shot. So sue me. I'll prob be making a couple of changes to this, trying to stop ignoring reactions before I post it on FF.net, but this is what I just wrote.

Spoiler for Delta Force 3:

The sky was overcast, covering the large field in light shadows. Approximately 30 feet from one another, two groups of three stood.

After much squabbling, that was the distance they settled on for starting distance in this duel.

The two groups faced off, waiting for the moment the match would start.

To one side was the prestigious Tokiwadai middle school, and surrounding the field were on lookers.

Most wore the uniform of Tokiwadai, though there was a smattering of others who didn’t quite belong, most noticeably the Delta Force’s classmates.

Index, the blue haired nun Touma looked after was among them, standing next o Himegami with a pout. As far as she was concerned, it was lunch time and no one was feeding her. Why did Touma have to fight this pointless battle?

The rest of the class was just playing around, chatting about the unusual match, but seemingly not worried at all.

Near the middle of the field, one Shirai Kuroko stood with her two friends, Uiharu and Saten. She wasn’t really looking forward to this at all.

Saten on the other hand was holding a large sign up in the air that read ‘Go Delta Force Go!’ ready to cheer the boys on when the match began.

“You know, I thought the black haired one would be taller,” Saten commented. Touma, said black haired one, while by no means small, was the shortest member of the Delta Force.

“Yes, the barbarian is a little on the short side, isn’t he,” Kuroko maliciously agreed.

“Huh? Why does it sound like you don’t like him?” Saten asked.

“That barbarian is the one that Onee-sama has been spending a disproportionate amount of time with,” Kuroko growled.

“Umm, by disproportionate, do you mean any time at all?” Uiharu shyly questioned.

“Exactly!”

Saten was about to reply, but the sound of a familiar voice cut her off.

“You! What are you doing here!?” Misaka shouted.

For a second, Saten and Uiharu quailed, wondering why Misaka was angry at them. It took a moment for them to realise that Misaka Mikoto, the Third ranked Level 5 nicknamed the Railgun wasn’t even looking at them.

Instead she was staring straight at Touma, pointing at him as sparks flew across her body.

The group to the left of them, the Delta Force’s classmates, began to mutter among themselves, and Saten had to strain to hear them.

“Could she be another one of Kamijou’s?”

“Probably.”

“You know what he’s like. He can’t help himself.

“I recognise her. She’s the one that hit on him during Daisaihai,” Fukiyose mentioned.

“What’s short-hair doing here?” Index asked.

“His life really is a Galge,” Himegami spoke with a hint of bitterness.

“Oh, hey Misaka!” Touma greeted when he noticed who it was.

Misaka rushed across the field so she was face to face with him.

This didn’t change anything though, as Misaka continued to practically yell and Touma’s voice seemed to carry over thanks to some of the Espers in his class.

“Why are you here and having a match?” Misaka demanded.

“Well,” Touma explained the situation and the events of yesterday. “So because of these two, we have a bet. If we win, they have to do what we say for a week.”

Misaka spluttered. “What type of things are you going to have them do?!” she asked with a slightly red face.

Touma exchanged glances with Aogami and Tsuchimikado, who both just shook their heads.

“We haven’t really decided,” Touma shrugged.

“Well, what happens if you lose?”

“Kami-yan won’t be allowed to see you anymore,” Aogami smiled at her.

“Wha, what!?” she shrieked. “What does he mean you and I won’t get to meet anymore?” Misaka began to poke her finger into Touma’s chest as she demanded, causing him to step back nervously. Of course, Misaka took a step forward for every one of his steps back.

“It wasn’t my idea,” he protested. “Those girls came up with it on their own.”

“And you agreed?! What if you lose? Would you really stick with the bet? Would you really be okay if you didn-” Misaka suddenly cut herself off, blushing deeply.

“Huh? What? Why are you so worried?” he asked her when he noticed she’d stopped.

“Argh!” she yelled. “You just better not lose!”

“Of course we’re going to win,” Touma just brushed her off like that was obvious.

“You, you really think you can win?” Misaka asked.

“It’s three on three, and these two are serious. We’re not going to lose to some petty rich girls.”

“I thought it was your philosophy to run and hide?” Misaka accused.

“Onlywhen I can. And this time, I won’t, cause my friends need me,” he told her, causing her to blush faintly.

“Stop trying to act so cool,” Misaka grumbled.

“If you’ve finished flirting, its almost time to start-nya,” Tsuchimikado teased.

“Yeah Kami-yan, get your girlfriend off the field,” Aogami agreed, his usual smile strained in the face of this love-love situation.

“Gak! Gi-Girlfriend!” Misaka recoiled in shock, her face burning up.

“Ha,” Touma laughed. “Why would I go out with a kid like her?” he questioned.

“What’s wrong with me?!” Misaka struck back, firing a bolt of lightning at Touma.

However, with a flick of his right hand, the electricity was dispelled.

There was a collective gasp from the three girls who were their opponents, as well as the audience at large.

“H-H-How did he do that?!” Uiharu demanded.

“I don’t really know,” Kuroko replied darkly. “A power able to so easily overcome Onee-sama’s… I thought only the number 1 and 2 could do such a thing.”

Speaking of…

“Why are we here?” an albino boy named Accelerator glared at his young charge. He’d agreed to go somewhere with the girl, Last Order, but hadn’t expected to end up at the gates to Tokiwadai with a bunch of freaks in brown cloaks with their hoods up so he couldn’t tell who they were. Even Last Order was wearing one of those cloaks.

Not like it mattered. It could have been worse. She could have asked him to go to a theme park with her.

It would be fine as long as he didn’t meet the original, but…

“Why the hell am I wearing this?” Accelerator asked Last Order.

She’d demanded he wear this get up, and had even gone so far as to disable his Network connection, so she could all but force this ridiculousness on him.

It was a tight body fitting sports top with long sleeves, while his trousers were made of a similar material except much looser.

It was coloured black and red, and, in Accelerators opinion, looked absolutely atrocious. All in all, it looked like a male cheerleaders uniform. Just being seen in this outfit made him want to kill all those who laid eyes on him.


Back on the field, just as Misaka sent another volley of electricity to Touma, trying to fry him for the child comment, the girls that were across from them, as well as those that were watching finally managed to find their voice.

“How dare you call Onee-sama childish!”

“Misaka-sama deserves better than you!”

“Go Motaki-san! Crush him for his rudeness.”

It seems the girls had the home field advantage.

That sound press of sound against them stopped Misaka from releasing more electricity as she came to her senses.

She blushed as she realised that all focus had been on her, and quickly scurried away, toward where she had spotted Saten, Kuroko and Uiharu.

“Wow,” Uiharu breathed. “I’ve never seen Misaka-san act like that before,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Saten agreed.

“Oh, oh, Onee-sama, why must you continue to so happily spend time with that man when Kuroko is here for you?!” the teleporter asked in despair, biting into a handkerchief to prevent her from doing something she would regret.

Still blushing, Misaka barely greeted her friends, instead grumbling under her breath about how she is most certainly not childish, and how dare he say she was. And why did she care so much what he thought anyway?

Tsuchimikado locked eyes with his two friends as the surrounding girls cheered their enemies on.

“This isn’t going to affect you, is it?” he asked. Unlike his usual playful self, right now his voice had the edge of a professional.

“No,” Aogami replied, equally serious.

Touma just shook his head, showing it wouldn’t bother him.

“Still wish we had more of a cheering squad though,” Aogami told them with a smile. “Maybe with a cute loli leading them.”

“Like such a thing could happen,” Touma scoffed.

“Well, if it was for Kami-yan,” Tsuchimikado laughed. “Still, you’d expect our classmates to cheer for us,” he turned to where they stood in a group, just waiting.

No, wait, Fukiyose had stepped up and in front of the group. Then, she began to yell.

“Del-Ta-Force!” Clap Clap. “Del-Ta-Force!” Clap Clap. Slowly, their class caught on to what Fukiyose had begun, and began to cheer.

At first, they were drowned out by the larger amount of female Tokiwadai students, but then they grew louder and louder, until they were competing on equal terms with over twice their number.

Aogami grinned. “Now all we need are cheerleaders.”

“Coming through Misaka calls as Misaka leads her companions through the crowd!” a little girl with brown hair burst out and onto the side lines, a troupe of eight people in cloaks following behind, with a white haired boy trailing behind them with a scowl.

Touma and Accelerator’s eyes met, and the albino’s mouth dropped open. “What is he doing here!?” the voice of the strongest Esper rang out, pointing an accusing finger at Touma.

“We’re here to cheer for him silly, Misaka informs while Misaka deploys the too late now strategy.”

“Like hell it is! And like Hell I’m cheering that guy on!” Accelerator spat, before a look of horror overtook his face. “This is a cheerleader uniform, isn’t it!” he roared.

“Yes, it is, and yes you will cheer Misaka insists as Misaka refuses Network privileges if you don’t as Misaka displays an evil smile.”

“£%^&%^*%&!!!!” Accelerator dropped to the ground a second later, his limbs moving erratically.

After a moment, this state of helplessness vanished. “You little brat!” he roared again, trying to lunge at Last Order. She made no move to stop him because they both knew he’d never hurt her so this was an empty threat.

“Argh!” Accelerator’s yell rent the air.

“Last chance; cheer, or be unable to connect until the match is over Misaka displays her ultimatum as Misaka refuses to back down.

“You little bitch!” Accelerator hissed, before suddenly he slumped down in defeat. “Fine, I’ll cheer the fucking hero on, but in return you must promise never to blackmail me like this again.”

“That is fine Misaka grins as Misaka accepts these terms. Now, cast off your disguises and let’s cheer for our saviour Misaka commands as Misaka enjoys her power trip!”

As one, the cloaks were thrown off to reveal eight middle school girls. All of them were identical, down to their hair length and choice of attire. Said clothing was a black and red striped uniform with black skirts and a five digit number on the back.

They lined up in two rows of four, pomp ms in hand as they moved as one.

“Go Kami-jou! Go Touma!” they cheered their saviour.

Every one watched on in amazement at this display. Everyone except Kuroko, who’d fainted from Onee-sama overdose.”

“Gak!” Touma cried.

Misaka Mikoto rushed up to them in order to find out what was going on. Amazingly, she didn’t even give Accelerator a second glance.

“What are you doing here?!”

“We came to cheer our saviour on, Misaka 10032 informs the Original.”

“I’m glad you’re here Misaka cries as Misaka grabs Onee-sama’s hand! I brought a spare uniform so you could take point Misaka informs as Misaka begins to drag you to a private area!”

“What? No, I-” Whatever else Misaka was going to say was cut off as the other eight Misaka’s began to carry her away.

Whatever private area they managed to find must not have been very far away, as the Misaka Mikoto’s screams could be clearly heard in the silence that followed these strange events.

“Don’t take that off!”

“Hey, that’s mine!”

“Perverts! Don’t stare like that!”

“No, I don’t want to put that on!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

When the Level 5 returned, she was blushing wildly, and looked to be holding back tears. She was desperately adjusting the clothes on her body,trying to cover herself as much as possible. However, it was a fact that she was wearing the same outfit as the Sisters, with the words ‘Original’ written boldly on the back.

“With such close proximity, connection with the Misaka Network may be possible Misaka 15… speculates.”

“This will allow Onee-sama to move with us as one Misaka 10039 explains.”

“Heh,” all the Misaka’s apart from Last Order and Mikoto let out a laugh, a lopsided smile on their faces. “It will be perfect.”

Aogami turned to Touma. “You bastard. You magnificent bastard!” the blue haired boy yelled.

“For thins, we’ll have to kill you. You understand, don’t you?” Tsuchimikado looked on with a dark expression.

“Huh! I guess Touma’s still Touma, no matter what!” Index’s voice came out loud and clear, anger plain in her tone.

Kamijou could just tell he was in for a bite on the head.

I just thought of something. Would Tsuchimikado Maika have a power? ESP Maid...