[Mr.Kyon]

Spoiler for And so it begins...:

Monday, November 21st.

Academy City was vibrant with activity, more so than usual. It was the start of the week long Ichihanaransai Winter culture festival, where all schools of the City of Espers participate in events and challenges against other schools.

It was vibrant and peaceful, and for the normal law-abiding citizen, it was a good day.

But, a certain albino wasn’t okay. In fact, he was gnashing his teeth and cursed under his breath.

“That bitch…!”

At the first opportunity she got, Misaka Worst had fled to parts unknown to commit ill-willed deeds. Worst of all, she slipped right under his nose; and that really pissed him off. He thought he knew her better than that…

Anyways, he was going to have to chase her down and prevent a rampage.

“Is she that much trouble-jan?” Yomikawa asked, clad in her Anti-Skill gear. She was patrolling around the crowds and acted like any regular police officer, except she dealt with espers too.

“You don’t know her very well,” Accelerator spat out, jabbing his cane to the ground.

“Well, that’s true… She hardly speaks to me…” She crossed her arms and shrugged.

“…For your information, she’s the type of person you would arrest.”

“So Skill-Out type delinquent-jan?” She asked.

Accelerator shook his head. “No, worse. Much worse than that. The type who steals candy from a baby. Pure evil type. That’s why she’s Misaka Worst. It’s like being a batshit Nazi doctor and being called Dr. Slaughter.”

The two shivered in comprehension.

“I’m sowery, but if she gets in trouble, even I can’t do anything-janyo.”

“I’m not expecting favor treatments for that—” Suddenly, he stopped and looked around. He frowned. “…Wait, where’s that pesky kid?”

Yomikawa sheepishly blinked until it hit her too. “…She was right there a minute ago-jan… Dang, she’s fast.”

Accelerator was about to do a skyward scream of irk, but then his phone rang. It was Worst.

[“Oh, hi. So, how are you holding up on this fine morning, Tou-san?”]

The voice was teasing him in her trademark way. He could see the contempt radiating from her wicked smile.

“…If you get back here right now, I might spare you your [100 spanks].”

[“But Misaka loves those! God, my pussy gets all soaked just—”]

“JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE, YOU SHITTY BRAT!-!” The Level 5 raged into the receiver, startling everyone in a one-hundred meters radius.

A loud snort came from the speaker.

[“Ah, Misaka is attempting something funny. See, she’s going to go troll the Original.”]

“…”

The Original meant Misaka Mikoto, the DNA base from all Misaka Sisters. Accelerator calculated than the chances of an upcoming disaster to be 99% with a 1% for an End-of-World scenario—which would be him meeting the Railgun face-to-face with the parents around.

[“Hohoho, the fun Misaka will have. Apparently, her parents are here and she told the other Sisters to stay clear. Misaka can’t wait to see mommy—the one who molested you. Can you guess their reactions on seeing Misaka~?”]

Then the line went dead. It wasn’t a question. She, Misaka Worst the [Queen of Trolling], was going to do it.

It was all it took in Accelerator’s mind. He shoved his phone back in his white coat and clicked his tongue.

“…Yomikawa, if I were to kill her, can you make sure that kid gets to visit me each day of my incarceration?” He asked in a serious tone.

“Eh? What kind of question is that?-!”

What she said was drowned out by the six tornados forming on Accelerator’s back. He shot into the clear sky, with a single thought in mind.

I’m going to kill her, I’m going to kill her, I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HER!-!

Oh, the Ichihanaransai part of Promise is going to be awesome. You have no idea what I have planned, but let's say that Hamazura and Kamijou get dragged along into the mess.

Finally, I got over Writer's block and my cold.

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