"Hello there!"

"Huh?"

It was a partially cloudy in Academy City. The weather wasn't bad, really, since there was a lot of sunshine too. A perfectly normal day.

A normal day like any other.

"A-are you talking to me?" the little boy with spiky hair said.

"That's right, I am!" the blonde girl said cheerfully. Maybe a little too cheerfully. "I've come to you to ask you how is it that you stopped my ability?"

"Ability?"

Following a natural reaction, the boy was going to look at his right hand. Ever since coming to Academy City, he had to answer the question of how he negated someone's power. After years of it, his mind was conditioned to look at his hand after being asked that question. This time was different as his head was laying on his hand. The 5th grader realized he was laying on the grass, next to some mud, and picked himself up.

"What happened? I was playing in the sandbox. Why am I over here now?"

"Sorry," she said with a smile that expressed otherwise. "I made a bet with a friend that I could make you eat mud using my mind control ability."

"What!? Augh, gross!"

The twelve-year-old started spitting at the ground like mad before he pulled his shirt over his mouth and started scrubbing his tongue with the tough fabric.

"Now, now, take it easy." She grabbed his shirt with her white gloves and gently pulled it back down. "You didn't eat any. I lost my chocolate milk if you don't believe me." She didn't seem to happy about losing her favorite dairy product. "Your foot landed in a small pit covered in grass and you fell."

"So that's why I was on the ground," the boy said before he muttered, "Rotten Luck." This was before he realized he had zero luck and had to change his catchphrase into "such misfortune".

The shining girl smiled. "Ah, I see. This bad luck ability of yours made you fall and somehow break you out of my mind control power."

"Bad luck ability?" he repeated. "I guess that is kind of what it is." He brought his right hand in front of him and the girl. "My right hand has the power to make other people's powers stop working."

"Oh, so it's really a bad luck power?"

"Uh-huh?"

"And as long as your hand doesn't touch your head, I can control it?"

Remembering that she was trying to make him eat mud, he loudly shouted, "No! You can't control my head!"

"Fine," she said, mildly disappointed. "You're a bit of a wild card anyway if you can stop my power. I suppose I can just use those girls over there."

With just as much, if not more, power in his voice, the boy repeatedly shouted, "No! You can't control other people's head either!"

"Hm, really? Why not?" Her delicate voice had gained a tone filled with curiosity and interest. Something about his passionate plea was reeling her in to him.

"Because it's not nice!"

(Oh, is that it?) she thought? (For his sake, I hope not.) She glanced at the mud before the boy continued.

"You shouldn't use people for no good reason. To me, a bad guy is someone who doesn't care about others. They're the type of person that uses others. If you're controlling people to help yourself and no one else, I think you're a bad guy!"

He pointed his dirty finger at her, much to her great surprise. "I'm not a bad guy! I'm don't even fit the guy part!" she shouted.

An electronic bell rang, signifying the end of recess. Soon the playground would be empty and all of the children would be learning in their classrooms.

"It's time to go," the boy said.

Kids were passing him and the girl and were not at all interested with them.

"Just promise me you won't use your power for bad reasons, okay?"

"And if I don't?"

"I'll stop you," the boy sternly said.

He joined the crowds of kids going to their classes and was out of the girl's sight.

The girl had only spoken with him for a few minutes, yet she had already grown an undying interest in him and was already wanting to see him more.

"He's very different from everyone else," she concluded.

"Hey, are you talking to yourself?"

"Eh!?"

Almost of the kids were gone, leaving the lazy and irresponsible kids left to go in. One of these kids was a boy who noticed the girl talking to herself.

"I was not talking to myself!"

"Yeah you were! I just heard you!"

"Nuh-uh!" she protested. "Take this!"

She erased the last 10.4 seconds of the boy's memory and quickly walked away to class while suspiciously whistling the theme song of "Who's the Boss?".

Author's Note

*cough* Yeah, just ignore that last part. I have a bit too much fun than I should.

I was originally going to give this story the totally original name "Misaki and Touma," but that would imply I ship something. It's more accurate to say that I am hugely intrigued by this shipping. I'm sure most will agree, especially after seeing dat smile, but enough about that. I'll say more later on.

This will be a short fic. I don't expect to go over 20,000 words when it's completed in about a month. Much more reliable to handle than my other...ambitious stories.