So guys, this is the epilogue. I can't say that I like it, and I'm bored in the middle of the story... I didn't get chance to proof read this because I wrote it in the airport. Guys, I'm sorry. I really wanted to post it because I'll be going in a holiday, so no writing:( Sorry. Please be fine with it?

(Why didn't she mind to give the world in a silver platter only for a certain spiky haired guy?)

The dusk was now the one which enveloped the space, completely drowning the Academy City to a certain pure blackness; street lights became the only thing that obscured the darkness with the white seraph, giving enough vision for the occasional pedestrians to continue their paces. The less crowd was sensed by less voices and more spaces for walking people, fully allowing the joyous breeze to gather and stream down the given path, bringing various fragrance that beckoned the last places that it visited. For the given minutes that the pedestrians had around the midst of calm breeze, they were happy, jolly in heart to the very core, fully knowing that the breeze was caressing their skin and they were comfortable for it.

The serenity was gone slightly by the loud paces sound of a certain hazel haired girl, assaulting the street by her relentless run through the boulevard, being nonchalant against the weird and annoyed stare of the other people who demanded nothing but tranquility. She was running swiftly as her footsteps were long gone by another steps, fully resembling a scared girl with a devil on her tail. Indeed, she was afraid, horrified by the thought of her dorm supervisor and the fate of her untrained-to-be-slaughtered neck. Her fatigue which was showed by endless pants and continuous sweat was long forgotten when the flashing image of her dorm supervisor crossed in her brain. No matter how strong her power could be, the only one who could make her running for life was nobody but a certain fierce supervisor.

(It was really an irony.)

Ten steps were so much easy to disappear for a running Misaka Mikoto, as she eventually faced her dearest dormitory again this time, being fully relieved that at least she didn't have to experience some deadly punishment that would only be thrown by her supervisor. She stood idly for a while in front of the dormitory's door, panting slightly as her hands were found on her knees, trying to relieve herself after some moments of insufficient oxygen and weary legs. And after the thirty seconds were over, she could still be seen, minds drawing out any kind of treatment that could be given to her exhausted body later in her room, just until she snapped out to the reality, opening the door with such gentleness, allowing the comfort from the inner space of the dormitory to overwhelm her.

"Onee-sama!"

…What kind of comfort was that?

(She knew that a certain flying Shirai Kuroko straight to her own delicate body was not the best welcome for their awkward meeting. Nevertheless, when she acknowledged that the said Judgement member had tried so hard to conceal her disappearance and was very worried for it, her lip curved upwards, forming a smirk that could melt the heart of her roommate on the spot.)

Misaka Mikoto dried her hair, be spreading and rubbing herself using Gekota towel as she hummed a low tune, being fully happy for the sweet draft that her room perpetually emanated. Sitting on her own bed with her usual pajamas, everybody could know from the first glance that she was ready to go to a place where her wishes came true (or a place where she must face the worst with her bare eyes). The sound of the falling water from the shower could be heard vaguely from the bathroom, with a hazy silhouette of Shirai Kuroko could be seen from a distance. She sighed, noticing that no matter how unusual the circumstances around Academy City could be, the night would always be the same like this. Indeed, she didn't mind with the particular pattern though.

She surveyed her room; eyes rolled in an unimaginable speed as she caught the glimpses of everything in the narrow space. The activity was stopped when she finally noticed that there was no much change in the room after her disappearance (even though she must take note of asking her roommate why her cupboard was opened when she entered her room for the first time). Closing her eyes, she resumed the previous activity just until her peripheral vision caught onto something and she stayed silent because of it.

Her eyes were focused on the drawer beside her bed with a certain hollow and dreamy expression as though she was imagining something that was too big to die, too big to root, too big to be consumed by time, and too big to disappear (flew away and soared in the sky with its own wings). It was an ordinary drawer indeed; nothing special could be observed and sensed even by the blind. Nevertheless, the hazel haired girl looked at it with such profound that everbody would wonder who Misaka Mikoto was. And with a certain fading smile that could be seen around another span of seconds as a signal, she opened the drawer and revealed the things that were hidden right inside it. For every other thought regarding things that were exist inside the said drawer, those were all changed into abundant happiness and slight shyness when another crimson color could be seen on the Railgun's cheeks.

(Somehow, she was not very uncomfortable with the blood-raising to her cheeks. Believe her, she had experienced that countless times that day.)

It was the photos and images of the events that she and a certain spiky haired guy had experienced throughout the day; since their first fateful promise at the morning until the constellations revealed themselves through various brightness and pattern. She would never forget the time when she took (dragged) the said guy to have one-day-fun with her, and of every thought of reluctance that might appear in her love secret's brain, he agreed. Those photos... were taken by a photographer who suddenly appeared at the end of the day, saying that she (yes, it was a girl) had taken the photos of them (candid) and had even printed the photos for the two of them. She knew that she could be angry and she could sue the said photographer for stalking and all, but when she saw the result of her work... well... She must admit that they were quite nice and... memorable.

(Somehow, she vaguely recognized who the said short-haired photographer was, but when she reflected her figure again, she was certain that it was not the girl in her mind, even though a certain sense of deja vu could still be felt.)

The first photo was funny.

It was the photo of her, laughing towards the said spiky haired guy who was sprawling on the ground beneath, who was laughing too. The sunshine that was still present in the photo marked the time when the photo was taken, something that made the hazel haired girl sure that it was captured around the beginning of their walk (Mikoto still wouldn't admit that they were on a date). The two of them appeared to be very happy with each other, emanating a certain aura that was so rare to be seen from the two, as though they were only usual teenagers, not wielding any troublesome powers. It was, just like what Misaka Mikoto managed to reflect, the time when the said guy fell to the ground (all thanks to a certain annoying soft drink can). She knew that she should resist her laughter, but still, she couldn't help but laugh. She didn't know what triggered the victim, but in the end, he laughed too because of his carelessness and misfortune.

(He had been a fighter for long, but still, he didn't fight after mockery laugh from Misaka Mikoto, and even joining her. For additional information, he didn't ever fight for their friendship.)

The second photo was embarrassing.

It was the photo of her with the spiky haired guy, ice-skating around as the said Misaka Mikoto held the strong arm of Kamijou Touma tightly as though it was her only source of life and happiness (and it really was). She had never been an ice-skater, and it was really the first time the said Railgun skated on the ice, and outside the reality that she knew that she was still wrapped with a thick layer of dignity, she was scared of falling (so much different from the said spiky haired guy). But beyond that, she just realized that there were no longer spaces between their bodies, as though they were destined to be together from the first time they were born. She blushed again, red to the very core because of that thought.

(And frankly speaking, she should know that maybe Kamijou Touma thought of the same thing too that time, by the way he looked at her with such depth and concern, as if he would die first rather than letting her fall, and she indeed, never fell in her first time ice-skating.)

The third photo was much more embarrassing than before.

It was the photo of her and the said Kamijou Touma (again) in the park when they decided to stroll around it to take better sight of crimson twilight that would be coming soon. In the photo, the spiky haired guy was… carrying her, bridal style, as she wrapped her arms on the neck and body of the Imagine Breaker guy with a horrified expression on her face, looking at the ground as though she was searching for something (not to be forgotten, slight blushes on the cheeks of the two). It was indeed, much more embarrassing, as her perfectly-concealed fear was now known by the said guy. A bug suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and as a reaction, she leaped to the safest place that she could find; Kamijou Touma.

Out of everything, she remembered how warm she felt in the protection of the strong arms of Kamijou Touma, as suddenly, her fear decreased along with the departure of the said bug from the scene. With the crimson twilight as the background, they appeared to be more like a certain painting that would take a century to be created, as they appeared to be so genuine and so truthful, something much rarer than seeing a dead person came to the living. But still, the happiness ended when she finally realized the situation she was in, and ordered the said guy to put her down.

She was blushing even harder when she took a closer look at the photo; and maybe the redness of a fresh tomato was not as red as her cheeks.

(But still, she remembered how sweet his voice was, how heroic his attitude was when he tried to reassure her that everything was okay. How couldn't she fall for him?)

The fourth photo was nice.

Why nice? Because it was indeed, nice. In the photo, the said hazel haired girl was posing in front of the shooting arcade, after she had won in a furious battle with the said spiky haired guy. She was smiling broadly, blowing the mouth of the artificial gun with a prideful expression. On the other side was Kamijou Touma; head dropping, lamenting his misfortune for even losing to a certain hazel haired girl. He held a white flag (came out of nowhere) as a sign that he finally gave up.

(Nevertheless, he noticed that the top-scorer from the previous game's name was… him, and she wondered whether he pretended to lose or something, but she didn't mind.)

The fifth photo was…

The photo was taken when the stars were shining brightly, fully matching the brightness from the street lights as though they were competing to illuminate the night. There, in the photo, the said hazel haired girl was walking beside the spiky haired guy. Misaka Mikoto was looking up, taking a good capture towards the said guy, while Kamijou Touma replied her with a certain softened face that could melt the heart of everybody in process. And for the surprise of the said hazel haired girl, she noticed that her hand was in… the guy's hand.

(She suddenly was aware that she didn't have any dainty hand that was enough to cover his, but she sort-of like it, anyway.)

The brightness of the street lights and the stars were creating some kind of harmonic background, and for every other reason concerning symbolism, they appeared to bless the embodiment of the freshly united teenagers. Their expressions appeared to be so blissful, so kind, and so true, that nothing could ever match the happiness that was carved inside their heart, walking side by side as though it was a daily pattern for them to do the same thing.

…sweet and memorable.

With that photo, Misaka Mikoto reflected everything that she had done earlier, worrying about her love secret to the rate where she didn't even mind to lose her health to just see the said guy in her peripheral sight. She remembered how stoic (and stupid) she was, waiting on the same spot for about seven days regardless and bad weather and condition that might appear. She remembered the destined encounter finally with Kamijou Touma. She remembered all, and it wouldn't be forgotten.

And at the very last, she had a chance to hang out in one day with the said spiky haired guy. That was all worth it. She cherished it.

After some amount of self thinking and deep hesitation, she sighed, and with that signal, she took a pen from the table and wrote a sentence on the back of the fifth photo, together with the company of another crimson color on her cheeks. And after about ten seconds she was writing carefully, her staring figure could still be seen, smiling broadly as though her wish had been granted right from the start and she had no regret regarding living.

"… Onee-sama? What is that? A photo?"

"Ah Kuroko!" Mikoto said hastily, hiding the photos on the back, shooting her another stare of surprise and awe. "You have finished taking a bath?"

"I have, Onee-sama," Kuroko answered wrapped in a towel and her usual pig tailed hair was disentangled to her back. She tilted her head in confusion. "What's wrong one-sama?"

Misaka Mikoto didn't know what she should answer, so she just said "Nothing" with a softened expression and Shirai Kuroko smiled.

And there, in the fifth photo that Misaka Mikoto loved the most, a hand written could be seen, it said.

"Dear my loved one, every day and night… Always be with you…"

…

(Because together they had made a promise, to be always with each other, to never forget each other. Because they had just scratched the surface of the world they would go to know, together moving forward, even though they were far apart.)

Bonus

"You're great, Uiharu!" Saten said as she observed all the photos that she had taken when she and Saten stalked the hazel haired girl with a boy that they didn't know (and they suspected him to be Misaka Mikoto's boyfriend). "You took the photo soooo greatly! Aw! They seem so cute and sweet together!" Saten said, clapping her hands in delight as she sat on Uiharu's bed in her dormitory.

"Yeah, thanks, Saten-san," Uiharu said shyly. "But why must I be the one who took the role as the photographer who confronted them? I thought you could be better?" she asked, being completely confused by the order that Saten gave to her when they stalked the said hazel haired girl together.

"Because you, Uiharu…" Saten said with a smirk. "Nobody would know who you are when you are not wearing any flower hair band, you got it?"

So this is the last part. Good? Or Bad? Sorry if it's not my best, I know that. And please review this! Please:( And also, give me opinions of which photo is the best? Please?