Gathered together in one of their old hideouts, this was first time the 4 members GROUP had seen each other since they had investigated DRAGON.
However, there was one additional presense...
"Who the fuck is that bitch?!" Awaki spat. "She looks like that spoilt Railgun brat."
"I'm WORST. And you must be the pervert who likes to molest little boys. I've heard so much about," the youngest but most physically mature Misaka clone grinned mockingly.
Across from her, Awaki snarled.
The five people present were sat in a rough circle, with Misaka WORST clingling to the scowling form of Accelerator.
To the Misaka and Accelerator's left sat a brown haired boy with a pleasant smile on his face. His (fake) name was Unbara, and behind that smile was a dangerous thought.
'She's definately a looker, but there's something not quite the same. She's no Mikoto,' Umbara thought to himself with a sigh, finally realizing that maybe he does like middle school girls.
Finally, to Accelerators right was Tsuchimikado.
"Well, thw Worst bitch, why are you here?" Awaki continued to question.
"Tou-san invited me. Isn't that right, Tou-san?" Worst asked.
"I said you should come, but that you'd better keep your mouth shut, didn't I?" Accelerator growled.
"Tou-san?" Awaki parroted with a deep laugh.
"yes, got a problm with that, paedaphile?"
"No prolem at all, papa sucker."
"Now, now, nya, we have business to attend to," Tsuchimikado
"Fine. What did you call us for anyway?" Accelerator asked. "The Dark side is done with, we have no reason to meet like this."
"That is unexpectedly naive of you, Accelerator," Unabara lightly chastized. "Just because the Scientific Darkside has appeared to cease opporations, doesn't mean that the other side has remained quiet, after all."
"And why should we get involoved at all?" Awaki asked.
"Because, the person banging on the walls has close ties with us, or people who are important to us." Tsuchimikado stated grimly.
"Who?" Unabara asked, leaning forwared slightly in interest.
"Kamijou Touma."
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"T-Touma?" Misaka Mikoto questioned her own eyes. In front of her stood a man who she had thought dead.
However, she could neither feel happy or sad at his appearence, because he stood there not as her friend, or even an aquentence.
He was her enemy.
Tears stung the teenage girls eyes, but still she looked straight on, her gaze never leaving his eyes, which glared back at her.
His fist, the fist that had countlessly blocked all her attacks, but never struck back with, was clenched as tight as it could be.
Was he truly her enemy? Why was he clenching his fist at her? Was she in the wrong somehow? Even if she wasn't, how could she fight against this exisence that not even the number 1 could stand up against?
Full of fear and uncertainty, Mikoto faltered, taking a small step back.
That when enough, the the spiky haired boy turned and walked away.
He didn't run. He didn't look back. He simply walked away, and there was nothing Misaka could do except watch as his back got smaller and smaller in the distance.
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"Touma!" the white haired nun cried out in happiness, jumoing through the air.
Weather she was going to hug him or bite him, even she didn't know.
All she could feel was relief and happiness - he was alive, and he'd returned to her.
However, Index was forcibly pulled off of him. This wasn't the result of a third party, but a result of Touma's actions.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, tightly.
"Sorry Index, but I'm never coming back here again. Goodbye."
What followed in Index's conciousness was a sharp pain in her head, and then darkness.
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In this wide open sapce, there were almost 10,00 people.
The majority of them were girls, and they all shared the exact same face, height, and outfit.
They were the Sisters, and for the first time ever, they had all gathered together.
All faced the same direction, a raised platform. On that area that stood out from the rest stood one boy.
He neither raised his voice nor used a microphone; he merely asked normally, his voice carrying over the absoulte silence of the Sisters, who hung upo his every word.
"Will you fight for me?" he asked.
"YES, Misaka shouts in a show of her absolute belief in the Saviour."
"Alright then, we have work to do," Touma grinned darkly.