Hello guys, sorry for a very looonnggg update. I'm having some family issues and also, school is so hard nowadays.

Anyway, I read from Wikipedia that the NT2 has been released, and there, the meeting of Misaka Mikoto and Kamijou Touma was written. Actually, I also wrote a fic about their meeting, but I must say, that Kazura Kamachi appears to be so unfair towards Mikoto. Really, she has gone to Russia to save Touma, but what she gets was just a holding hand, saying that 'You will not be alone anymore' and that's that? While Index, the one who just stayed in England, just wondering where Touma is and doesn't seem to worry about anything but food, can meet Touma earlier and live together with him. That's unfair~! (sorry, I'm a little bit pissed, MikotoxTouma fan. Hehehe)

Ah, well... to the story! Hope you like it, and please review? Please?

Chapter 10: The Aftermath

Yomikawa Aiho didn't really understand the mix of her own emotions at the moment. Grievance, exasperation, tiredness, or any thousand other negative feelings were swaying her around, giving more headache in each span of seconds that had been given. She mumbled in silence, muttering in such profanity that could make a low thug shivered in fear and surprise. Standing on the dirty concrete around the mist of blinding dust, she clenched her fist slightly, being very angry for the previous experience that could mottle her pride and dignity as the captain of Anti Skill. And for another three minutes, she could still be seen; mind trying to wipe up any scenery of ruins and falling bricks in a blink, even though she knew that doing something like that was futile.

In front of her was the former scenery of war, or maybe it could be worse than that. Even though the view was not covered with blood or dead corpses, it was still frightening to be spotted. The entrance of Underground Mall was nothing but another debris of fallen building, settling themselves on the lifeless ground whilst another gust of dust began covering the area. The dismal color of destruction and gloom permeated the sky, and the ruin began heaping up on the infested ground. The medics and ambulances surrounded the place, treating the other members of Anti-Skill that were perhaps injured from the battle. The captain of Anti-Skill sank into another deeper thought, staring at the battlefield with such profound as though she had failed her long-life mission.

"Y-Y-Y-Yomikawa-san? Are you injured?" Tesshou Tsuzuri, the timeless comrade and friend of Yomikawa Aiho succeeded to catch her attention from behind, and being a polite girl that suited her beauty which could match a super model, she faced her nonchalantly. The green haired woman's slender body was covered by full battle armor, and her face had been stained by dust and a few visible scratches that wouldn't take long to recover. Aside of those, she appeared to be okay.

"No, I'm okay, Tesshou," Yomikawa answered in conviction. Maybe her physical condition was all right, thanks for the continuous training in Anti-Skill hideout, but her mental condition was falling, as it was the first time she failed in a mission. The corner of her dainty eyes caught the sight of another member of Anti-Skill that was taken by the ambulance, and every thought of hers started to change into another uncomfortable feeling that could make another sleepless night for her: concern.

"How about those students? Have they been taken care of?" the captain inquired, demanding a question from her green-haired underling that remained silent behind. It appeared that she also, thought of the same thing as her. Yomikawa was not surprised though, for Tesshou was originally a thinker and a melancholic woman, and she was still confused until now why the green-haired woman decided to join the Anti-Skill.

"They are okay," Tesshou answered almost too quickly that Yomikawa frowned a little bit for that. "They had been sent to the hospital by the first ambulance," she continued her statement.

"Glad to know that."

And the conversation stopped just when the last ambulance had gone to the nearest hospital. The remaining members of Anti-Skill were seen taking care of the pedestrians who began approaching the area, being clearly infatuated by the destroyed gate of Underground Mall that exposed the effect of chaos that threw the captain of Anti-Skill into nothing but bewilderment. The mass was growing bigger and bigger, and it began forming crowd traffic on the road. Nonetheless, Yomikawa's thought was not given to the crowd or any other present moments; past became the only thing that she tried to reveal, she tried to acknowledge and understand. Her question, even though she didn't have any clue to answer and she was even reluctant to answer if she had it, was spoken with such hesitation by the individual called Tesshou Tsuzuri beside her.

"W-w-w-what was that creature that attacked us?" Tesshou asked even though the words appeared to be so difficult to be released from her mouth, because judging by the way she looked and the aura that was emanated by Yomikawa Aiho, it appeared that she didn't really want to hear the said question. Nevertheless, still, Tesshou's curiosity gave her more courage to speak, even though she was shivering a little bit for that.

The answer was just like what Tesshou had expected.

"I don't know," Yomikawa answered almost as fast as the light itself, because indeed, she didn't have more farfetched answer that could be given to the girl in question. Other possibilities began spinning around the captain of Anti-Skill's head, even though it could only create more pieces of puzzle to solve the riddle. "What I saw, or maybe, what we saw was only a dragon. Big…"

"…strong. Fierce…Cruel...Blasting beam on us…" Tesshou continued, as though she had been waiting for her moment and chance to speak.

"… and disappeared from our sight almost as blurry as the way it appeared," Yomikawa ended the description that would take more than ten minutes only to characterize the ferocity of the dragon (Tesshou was also the teacher, after all). "Really Tesshou, I don't know what we fought back then. I had fought so many types of threats and enemies until now, but this time, I don't get it at all," she answered. She sighed; face-palming herself lightly as though it was the punishment for her ignorance and the choking feeling that burdened her chest had nothing to do with the thick dust that incapacitated her breath. The said captain of Anti-Skill would take note to ask her mother regarding fairy tales about dragon later.

"Oh yeah, one more thing, Yomikawa-San," Tesshou said, and the captain of Anti-Skill could sense another awkward incidents that could only be relieved by one-week vacation at the beach. "I got a report that the inner part of Underground mall also experienced damage. From the ruin inside the Underground Mall itself, it seems that the damage was not caused by our weapon or the creature we fought at all," she said.

"Huh? How come?" Yomikawa said. She began thinking that her beloved city had gone insane as another delusion of action and slight horror movies began spreading in her brain. And with that, all parts of her brain started progressing fast, creating more conclusions that would only discard the other one. Until at one time, when her brain had flickered open, the best conclusion had passed through and she said it uncertainly.

"Another battle occurred inside the mall? But we just found four teenagers there…" she said. "And also, how did you know that…"

"The debris…" Tesshou said, facing down the concrete beneath as she peeked the captain of Anti-Skill from the corner of her eyes; fearing that the words that she was going to say would trigger Yomikawa to bite her. "The debris is very unusual. We found out the remaining of ice on the concrete and pillars, the some vivid traces of scrapes of sharps were everywhere," she said timidly.

"Scrapes of sharps? Swords you mean? We are not in the Edo period you know. Just basically, what has happened there?" Yomikawa inquired. She stared deeply on the said green-haired woman, trying to rummage the potential answer that could satisfy every whimsical thing that had happened.

"I don't know," the green haired woman answered frankly, closing her eyes as though it was her fault for not knowing the answer that her friend really wanted. Her answer made Yomikawa sighed casually, finding out that maybe only God could provide the best answer for her.

"Fuh, Tesshou…"

"Y-y-y-yeah?" Tesshou faced her, right around the time when she was bored of staring at the lifeless, holey road and pavement, startled to hear the sudden low, yet audible words from her superior, because indeed, she didn't expect her to say anything in particular.

Yomikawa closed her eyes, shifting any further thought that could only give her more headaches. After some moment, her eyelids lifted open, revealing the visible landmark that she wouldn't forget. The dust had gradually fading, allowing her sight to work more and more effectively, only to find out that maybe the scenery of ruins that could have an equivalence with deserted city would be better be covered by thick mist of dust. But there she was, standing still, staying on her silent vigil as her brain tried to put on every educative word that could be spoken by such fluency from the tongue of Yomikawa Aiho. Until she finally said it, even though there was no any conviction in her words and Tesshou Tsuzuri frowned a little for the uncertainty and oddity of answer.

"Nothing."

And she left, leaving the green-haired teacher in perplexity.

"Thank you so very much for taking care of her!"

Uiharu Kazari bowed her head with such modesty that could make a loyal nun shamefaced in awe, closing her eyes subconsciously in an effort to avoid eye contact with the high school girl in front of her. She remained hesitantly for a fraction of seconds in her position, waiting for any kind of reaction that Fukiyose Seiri would give even though it would only spread an awkward silence around the circle they were in. Had there been any other ways to bow her head much lower, the Sakugawa middle school girl didn't doubt to do it, ashamed or not. The room in which Ruiko Saten stayed was circled by familial odor of medicine, but it still didn't stop Uiharu from showing the utmost gratitude that she could give to her best friend's savior.

"It's okay," Fukiyose Seiri answered; her flawless fingers found themselves scratching her own cheek in order to avoid further embarrassment. "I didn't do anything so great in particular too anyway, and also, I'm not the one you should thank so much to the extent of bowing your head politely like that," she shrugged off, trying to act cool and indifferent towards the situation even though to be honest, she was, knowing her attitude and all, not so suitable with an exaggerating gratitude for heroic action she had just done. Well, she was not a certain spiky haired guy who would never stop spitting embarrassing lines, after all.

"B-b-b-but," Uiharu peeked in from the corner of her eyes, braving the shyness that could be seen vividly in her never ending black-of eternity. "You have saved the life of my best and my only friend. I don't know what I would do if I lost her," she said frankly, being undoubtedly honest of her own feeling regarding the sleeping girl who was called Ruiko Saten. The said girl was sleeping soundly at the moment; her left cheek was covered with white bandage and her stomach was bruised a little. Nevertheless, blind man or not, it appeared that the girl would wake up soon, knowing her lack of injuries and also, her cheerfulness and spirit in living, of course.

"Ah, uhh… I just…" Fukiyose muttered slightly, shifting her gaze to another direction, because indeed, she didn't know what to look at. And then, just after some moments of strange silence that were stained only by the dozing sound of Saten Ruiko, the breaker of ice appeared from the door, and it didn't take more than a second for Uiharu to acknowledge the one who entered the scene from the color and style of her hair. Yeah, the good old Misaka Mikoto with her usual Tokiwadai uniform was back.

"Uiharu!" Misaka Mikoto, the Railgun, the Ace of Tokiwadai, the hazel haired girl, or whoever you wanted to call her, entered the room with heavy pants and sweat could be seen vaguely from her face. It didn't take more than another second for Uiharu to know that the said girl was running all over the way from any location she was in previously to the hospital, and Fukiyose's gaze was fixed to the tea-colored hair girl. "I heard that Saten-san was injured, is she okay?' she inquired hastily, demanding any positive question to the girl whose appearance was distinguished from the big flower ribbon that she always wore, and regarding that, all of her friends started thinking whether the flowers on her ribbon were really alive or not.

"Calm down, Misaka-san," Uiharu answered, even though she should know that Misaka Mikoto, looking from her past attitude of being very vibrant, impatient, and hasty, something that shattered the image of princess just like what others perceived the hazel haired girl to be, couldn't wait for any single second just until she got the information about her friend. Nevertheless, still, Mikoto appeared to be so worried as though the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse were the one who attacked Ruiko. And the thought inside Uiharu's mind clicked, acknowledging that Ruiko was her second best friend that was injured by whatever had done in Academy City after a certain teleporter called Shirai Kuroko. Uiharu found herself smiling calmly knowing the fact.

"She is okay," Fukiyose was the one who answered, her visage was softened slightly, seeing that the girl she had saved must be very lucky for having friends that were concerned of her own state. "The doctor said that she should wake up soon, you don't need to worry about her," she continued.

"Huff, glad to hear that," the hazel haired girl sighed in relief, and the burden that lurked down slowly to destroy her gnarled shoulders when she heard the information about Ruiko Saten dissipated drastically as she rested her body to the wall behind her. "By the way, who are you? An acquaintance of Uiharu?' she asked swiftly, just after her eyes spotted an unknown person residing in the hospital's room.

"She is Fukiyose Seiri-san," Uiharu said almost swiftly just around the time Fukiyose opened her mouth. Her voice sounded much enthusiastic and less awkward, introducing the savior of her best friend in glee. "She is the one who saved Ruiko Saten back then," she resumed her statement.

"You did?" Mikoto said in awe. Locking her gaze towards the figure of Fukiyose Seiri, her lip managed to curve upwards, forming a smile that showed nothing but pure happiness and gratefulness, and between her heavy pants, she spoke again. "Thank you so much for your help."

"As I said before, it's okay," Fukiyose answered with a smile, and being very happy that her ears had adapted themselves from the relentless gratitude that she had received in just two minutes. "And also, I'm not the one that should be given much credit regarding this situation," she continued. Her eyes took the sight of the one she saved in a mere glance, something that appeared to snap her mind a little to speak further.

"You see, her injuries..." Fukiyose said, and the attention of the two middle school girls was subconsciously given to the sleeping figure of Ruiko Saten, who appeared to disregard anything but sweet dream and cozy bed. "...was nothing compared to that purple haired girl. Indeed, I didn't see any major wounds on her body, but it appeared that she was in dire state, just like what I heard from that idiot."

Uiharu Kazari glanced slightly at the twin eyes of Fukiyose Seiri, being very confused of the sudden deep stare as though she sank into a certain deep thought and she was alone there. And for that, she could feel a certain aura of gloom that was emanated from the way her eyes seemed so void and the way she pursed her lips uncomfortably, something that raised a certain kind of fear to talk, as though one mistake in speaking could shatter everything. It was concern, just like what Uiharu assumed. Yet beyond of that, she could feel that the long haired-high school girl's thought was branched entirely to something that she was too blind to see.

Maybe the one she was worried about was not only the said purple haired girl... so who? Or what?

That challenge, the challenge to speak just like the weakness of Uiharu Kazari, was not a problem for the hazel haired girl, who inquired the student of a certain high school without trouble.

"Purple haired?" Mikoto said.

"Yeah," Fukiyose said, and every other thought that was spinning around her brain was gone, changed with an attempt to answer the afore-mentioned Misaka Mikoto. "I didn't really know what has happened, but that stranger girl just appeared out of nowhere when the commotion was over, unconscious, and that idiot carried her,"

"That idiot?" Misaka said, and for a span of seconds, Uiharu could hear that her voice was a little bit louder than before, as if the word 'idiot' snapped something in her thought, and for everything that Uiharu could observe regarding emotion and facial, she seemed a little bit pissed. Nevertheless, she could also observe that the emotion was stained by something that she didn't really comprehend, and that, just like what Saten Ruiko had taught her before, was maybe affection, or a little concern.

"Yeah, that idiot Kamijou," Fukiyose said without thinking, finding it suitable to match the word 'Kamijou' with 'idiot'. She sighed again, ruffling her long hair just before she resumed her words. "He always... eh? Where are you going?"

Uiharu Kazari could only see the leaving figure of the hazel haired girl as she ran quickly, with the equivalence of a horde of buffalos, forming a stampede were on her tail. She left the other two girls who watched her in perplexity, and Uiharu couldn't help but wondering whether Misaka Mikoto really recognized this 'idiot'.

Kamijou Touma sat silently, watching the figure of a certain purple haired girl who was sleeping on the bed. His gaze was locked on the sleeping beauty, and for the most part, he was not infatuated by the dainty face that Itsuwa actually had, but rather, he looked at her as though she was dying and her only lifeline was hanging on the door of heaven, and he didn't know what to do. The injuries and slight wounds that he received from Raven Huer had nothing to do with the inner pain of being useless that he felt, and the thought that he felt so torturing never left him. Whatever it was, he was just there, mumbling some cursing words towards the messy haired magician and mourning slightly for the condition of the purple haired girl.

The frog-faced doctor had just left, telling the spiky haired guy that he would discuss the condition of Itsuwa with other doctors. Nevertheless, still, he, of all the people, sensed that the last magic that Raven Huer released on Itsuwa was not a usual magic, for she didn't even wake up until now. That fact was also supported by the expression of the frog faced doctor when he checked her condition, because the facial that he wore was not the facial of a doctor that knew the truth, the facial that the doctor, or Heaven Canceller usually wore, but rather, it appeared that the words left the doctor's mouth, as though he was surprised, as if it was the first time for him seeing Itsuwa's case.

The spiky haired guy stared blankly at the hollow crevice below him, trying to rummage every other possibilities of recuperation for the purple haired girl, but then, what crossed his mind was a different thing. It was the image of Raven Huer, Raven Huer with his usual deck of cards, confronting him for the first time and asking for the whereabouts of Misaka Mikoto. A part of him really wanted to cry for any plausible explanation, and another part of him knew that the explanation itself was buried beneath the layer of invisible. But still, he was Kamijou Touma after all, and he would only shatter that layer of invisible, that illusion, to know more.

Right?

Speaking of that brat…

What was she, that biri-biri doing now anyway?

(He knew that he would be dead when he called Misaka Mikoto like that, but she was a brat.)

A shoe hit his head so hard, and Touma felt like he was taken by the angel of heaven. He fell from the chair with a low thud, head-first, and the pain that he felt made the injuries from the previous battle were nothing but mere itches.

…He would never call her brat again, whether she heard it or not.

The said hazel haired girl stormed in the room with such noises that Kamijou Touma wondered why she wasn't sued for being rambunctious and slightly wild in the hospital. Her gaze was darted to the falling figure of the spiky haired guy, and with the unimaginably speed (and also, the ferocity of a tiger), she approached him, grasping the collar part of Touma's shirt in exasperation. Without any further ado, she pulled him with so much force that could even defeat the sumo player, and there, he felt that the deadly aura of Misaka Mikoto began drowning him, as his guts shrank into nothing, and for the most important part, he was sweating everywhere.

That, just like what Kamijou Touma managed to assume, was Misaka-Mikoto-killer-mode.

"You!" Misaka shouted, disregarding the fact that they were in the hospital and those who suffered heart failure could die on the spot (and also, she somehow ignored the fact that they were so… close?). "What else have you done? Leaving me behind, no information, and the last, getting hurt like that?" she asked, more like a demand for an answer. The Imagine Breaker guy swore that he saw fire in her eyes and knuckles on her forehead.

"Mi-mi-misaka!" he stuttered slightly, much because of fear. His eyes rolled in order to avoid eye contact, but he failed as the deadly aura from Misaka Mikoto kept forcing him to look at her. "I-I-I-I'm helping Fu-fu-fukiyose to shop, but I met a magician there and I-I-I…"

"In other words," the Railgun said with a voice as though she really restrained the anger that needed to be channeled, so desperately needed to be. "You just went wherever you went; then, you met danger and your heroic principle obliged you to stay there and fought that danger alone, right?" she continued.

She read him like a book, really. The spiky haired guy gulped.

Then, his choice to avoid death was only one.

"I'm really sorry Misaka!" yeah, he said it, an apology for everything that built anger in the hazel haired girl's mind. His shout was no longer a usual apology, moreover a demand for it, but rather, it was like a plea for he knew that the angry Misaka Mikoto meant the death of Kamijou Touma, and no matter how strong his Imagine Breaker could negate her electricity, he was still dubious of his chance of living after confronting her in that state.

Misaka Mikoto responded the apology with a blank look, being completely surprised for the sudden action that the spiky haired guy had done. Her eyes never left his for a span of seconds, trying to rummage the meaning of apology that was hidden beneath his twin of eternity. And after twenty seconds the meaning remained unseen, she subconsciously released a certain wary sigh whilst her grip to Touma's collar was loosened. Slowly but surely, her lips curved upwards, smiling at the guy in front of her with a softened expression, and for the epilogue of her action, she began speaking, looking at the spiky haired guy with a smile.

"Ah well," she tilted her head a little bit, even though even she didn't know why she did it. "At least you came back," she said, and for another seconds, Kamijou Touma could see that her eyes sparkled brighter, glistening with such innocence that he wondered whether the girl in front of him was really Misaka Mikoto. She looked much cuter and more gorgeous, and what he could see that time was the original bliss of the hazel haired girl.

"Yeah, I always will," the spiky haired guy replied with a smile that showed much sense of originality, something that could make a certain saint from Amakusa Church fainted for being unable to bear the tingling feeling that she had in her stomach. "No need to worry about me."

Oh yeah, that natural beauty and cuteness of Misaka Mikoto was shattered in a mere blink.

"Do-don't get me wrong," she said all of sudden, her arms were folded in front of her cleavage that needed much nutrition. It was the time when her mind clicked open, realizing the embarrassing line that was clearly not her style. She was blushing, red to the very core, but still, her eyes didn't leave his, and he laughed at her in his mind for her stubborness. "I-I-I-I-I just thought that if you were hurt, I couldn't battle or defeat you any other time... why are you looking at me like that?" she demanded in the corner of her eyes, completely perplexed with the expression that the spiky haired guy gave to her.

That expression, that whimsical expression... needed a punch. Hard.

"Why... did you sound so tsundere?"

No, he didn't deserve a punch. A kick must be given.

And she did it.

Without any doubt, she buried her foot on Kamijou Touma's face. Even though the hazel haired girl was shorter than the spiky haired guy, the training that she always did in order to get free soft drink from the vending machine proved to be useful. Nevertheless still, the familiar crimson color on her cheek didn't leave, and she started mumbling audibly, denying the truth that she concealed imperfectly beneath the layer of pride and obscurity.

"I. Am. Not. A. Tsundere," she said, with pressure given to each words as though it was a certain order for the spiky haired guy to believe and to know. She should acknowledge other thing though, that the crimson color on her cheeks was the polar opposite of what she just said.

The spiky haired guy remained lifeless in his previous position though. The kick from Misaka was indeed... something, yeah, something that would make an martial artist awe-struck and shame-faced in awe, but he didn't budged from his previous position. And there, the corner of his eyes found other stupid things to say, and being an idiot just like what others perceived him to be, he said it without thinking.

"You wore that short again? So boring..." he said it even though almost all parts of his face were buried by Misaka Mikoto's shoe.

... That was enough hassle for her ears.

She gave him a round kick, straight to his head, and he felt like seeing God much earlier.

"Shut up!" Mikoto exclaimed loudly.

"Ah well, this is hospital, ladies and gentleman, not a playground for a bickering couple..." a voice suddenly could be heard, followed by the appearance of a certain frog faced doctor that entered the scene. He sighed inaudibly, seeing the childish attitude that the two teenagers had just exhibited.

"We are not couple! What kind of girl want to be paired with this low life idioooottt?" she exclaimed loudly, something that could make dead people came to live once more. Kamijou Touma, lying on the floor, felt like a dagger pierced his heart.

...

"You," Heaven Canceller replied swiftly.

...

Okay, he got the point.

"Anyway, I will inform you two about the condition of this poor girl. Will you lend your ears and listen to me carefully?" the frog faced doctor said, and with that, all of the stupid things were long forgotten, changed with an attempt to listen to the command and information from the said doctor as clearly and as soon as possible. The hazel haired girl, regardless the fact that she didn't know anything about the reason why the purple haired girl, or Itsuwa, lying there on the bed, also made a serious face.

"But, I want to ask you two something first..." Heaven Canceller said, closing his eyes as he said so.

"What is it?" Touma replied swiftly.

"Do you fight a magician?"

Kamijou Touma gulped. Misaka Mikoto was so surprised and she looked to and fro between the spiky haired guy and the frog faced doctor in order to know the truth of the question from Heaven Canceller. Out of the blue, the air turned to be so choking and freezing, and the draft was filled with gloom that stained the aura. The frog faced doctor though, looked so calm for he even sighed after he could predict the truth based on the sudden silence that spread quickly. And the silence kept surrounding them just until Kamijou Touma spoke hesitantly, as though the words were much foreign for him.

"Yeah, I am... but... How do you know anything about magic..."

"That's a long story," Heaven canceller shook his head. "That explained everything though. As you can see, her pulse remained steady, and she was still breathing, but the one which concerned me was that her pupil didn't react when I shot it with light, and all of her reflex and everything regarding sensory neuron didn't work. I had checked his brain using the best X and even Gamma ray, but I couldn't find any damage in her brain. She was and will be alive, but she couldn't react. She was blind, deaf, and also paralyzed, and even I was mesmerized by the capability of the said magician to have any spell like this," he explained carefully.

"But if this was magic, how couldn't I cure it? You know, my right hand could negate magic and esper power," he said, showing the said doctor his famous right hand so that Heaven Canceller could take a look at that better. But he just shook his head.

"So, Imagine Breaker eh? Aleister had said something about this," he said almost accidentally, just receiving some odd looks from the two teenagers in front of him. "Forget what I said. Indeed you can, but the problem is that the core of the magic, or maybe the centre of the magic is concentrated maybe on her spinal cord, the neuron that relay sensory information, not on outer skin. So if you want to negate it, I must peel off her skin until her sensory neuron could be seen, and you have to touch it with your right hand. She will die because of infection then," he explained.

Those words were enough to make the spiky haired guy fell to the endless trench of despair. "So... she will not wake up?" the last four words were really hard to be spoken by his tongue, and a part of him really wanted to cry on the spot.

"Oh, there's other way, but I couldn't help you about it," the doctor said with a certain hopeful smile that raised the spiky haired guy into normal again. "But maybe you," he pointed at Mikoto. "...could help her."

"Me? What do you mean?" Mikoto said in surprise. She indeed, wanted to help Itsuwa regained consciousness, but at that moment, she never imagined that she was the only one that could help her. "What could I do?"

"To remove that magic, we could use mental ability from a certain esper that you also knew..." he responded.

"Who?" she said; her mind was delayed for a fraction of seconds, just until she gasped, and an image of a certain blond haired girl crossed her mind. "Oh, no, you can't be saying," she gasped.

"Yeah," the doctor said. "That girl could help our poor little fellow."

"Doctor... You mean..." Touma said.

"Yeah, idiot. That blond haired girl, the Queen of Tokiwadai, 5th strongest esper in Academy City, the one who could control a mass of people with her remote control, the Mental Out."

And the last words, forming a name, sounded so hard to be spoken, just until Misaka Mikoto managed to say the name with much difficulty.

"My nemesis, Shokuhou Misaki."