Hey, guys! I decided to make a rewrite of this chapter, namely the first one. Why I even write this? I have no idea besides that I thought it would be time to start this whole 'rewrite the first chapters'-thing that also is on my to-do list. So without further ado let's start this adventure; A adventure that will maybe, just maybe sway you with it(Hope it will, to say the truth).

Enjoy!

Nothing of 'to aru majutsu no index' belongs to me, only my ocs!

Chapter 1: And it begins anew

Academy city, the city of science, with a population of roughly 2,3 million residents, 80% being students, is located directly west to Tokyo. It is commonly said that the technology is 20 to 30 years ahead. But that isn't the main reason this city is so well known. It is known for the residents of this city, namely scientific produced espers. The procedure is called Power Curriculum and unlocked the esper abilities through drugs and other stimulants. They are making up ca. 40% of the populations. Well, the ones were the Curriculum worked better and who have gained some kind of power. The espers are organized through their individual outputs in levels ranging from 0 to 5. 0 means no power while level5's are one man armies. Around 60% of the residents are Level0s who can't or haven't gained an ability yet. Officially only seven individuals have reached level5 so far.

It was a typical morning for Kamijou Touma.

One would wonder why this specific sentence got repeated every single time. One could even bet that most stories had this sentence in them at least once. It is indeed a wonderful phrase, if not a little overused, mostly followed by the explanations of why exactly it was so typical, a 'in general'-like kind of description that applied to almost everyone: Getting up at 7am, make yourself ready, eating a healthy breakfast and then adios home and hello work or school. And If you are waking up later than 7am because you don't need to be up at an earlier time, you are a lucky one.

So now you would most likely ask yourself: 'What is here different then in the rest of the stories?' It all could be broken down to two single words: Kamijou Touma. Yes, you would say it is a name if you would be a smartass. But that is not the point; The point is, that these two words completely blighted this whole concept.

Kamijou Touma would have what most people called a stray of misfortune, a big one that lasted and will last for a lifetime. And even people here in academy city would say it which, considering the people living here didn't believe in luck but in statistics and probabilities, said a lot about his daily life.

Kamijou Touma woke up this morning in his bathtub. Again.

Why he was sleeping there would be something most people would ask themselves. It was definitely not 'normal' to sleep in one's bathtub. And another thing that is sad about the whole situation was that this wasn't the first night.

He was sleeping in this out of ceramic made tub because his bed got preoccupied by a freeloader since a certain eventful day. This freeloader was by all means a big, big, almost huge strain on Touma. An additional trouble magnet. Take that plus his regular misfortune and you would get what? Exactly, a good sized problem.

Then he was woken up.

It wasn't the pleasant wakeup call like the smell of a already made and delicious breakfast. Nor was it the sweet voice of a beautiful girl
or the wonderful singing of a bird.

No, it was a stream of ice cold water caused by a malfunctioning water tap. The sudden shock coming from the under zero degrees cold water hitting his face made him jolting up. But it didn't end here: The water made the already smooth and slightly slippery bathtub even more slippery, causing him to trip. The following fall had an unpleasant, you could even say unfortunate, end: Touma landed face first on the floor.

The morning drama or comedy, depending on your point of view, didn't end here: When he finally collected the will to stand up and face the day, Touma opened the bathroom door and walked out of the bathroom into the dorm room. It turned out to be a big, big mistake: The very moment he opened the door and walked through it, Index was in the middle of changing and currently half-naked. Touma got like that a got view on the half currently uncovered.

Time seems to froze while both looked at each other, Touma panicking and Index becoming redder and redder by the seconds. Normally He would make a victory dance in such a situation like most teenage boys if not for one little but significant detail.

"Tou~ma...", Index said while baring her teeth, showing her canines and moving closer."Why does this always happen?"

Yes, this little nun was the epitome of weaponized teeth and jaw. Something so dangerous, so hazardous, that, if a person would tell him that these teeth could, and would, penetrate the armor of a tank, Touma would believe it on the spot.

"I-Index, calm down. T-This was not this Kamijou's fault, it was an accident. S-So calm down so we can talk about it and stop baring your teeth and making yourself ready to attack this unfortunate Kamijou Touma and let's Talk about AAAARRRGGGHHH... ", Touma screamed and tried to get the now in his head biting Index of him.

As if his head was stuck in a compactor his top got crushed mercilessly by the little girl who normally looked and acted like she could never hurt a fly. Needless to say, Touma was damaged by this attack: At least half of his life was pressed out of him and he could swear the teeth drew blood.

He said the only Thing he could say in this situation:

"SUCH MISFORTUNE!"

After clearing the misunderstanding, which proved to be as hard as explaining the Heisenberg uncertainty principle to a group of elementary grade schoolers who were all hyperactive and busy throwing their lunch at you as well as the growling of Index' stomach sounding like a very big feline like a tiger or lion letting out an mighty growl wich was the reason for her to stop breaking his head with her jaw, Touma finally, finally was able to start making breakfast.

"Touma, Touma, I want ham with eggs and bacon", Index said pleadingly while bothering Touma in the kitchen. And with bothering was meant that she was poking him with her index finger in the side.

"First take a look in the fridge before you make any kind of demand.", Touma answered, opening the fridge and looking for the ingredients. The answer he got was not the one he had hoped or wished for.

'Such misfortune', Touma thought, taking his bad luck with such an ease only one who had suffered only misfortune over his entire life could. It was not a ability to be proud of.

The truth he saw was that, apparently, a blackout last night made the contents of the fridge sour. Again. It was the third time this month.

"See, Index, the ingredients are sour so I can't do much. We can actually do nothing. Now don't attack this unfortunate Touma again, I WILL buy new ingredients later.", he said which he did with such a conviction born out of his will to survive that even a war veteran would have tipped his hat. Unfortunately it didn't please Index but her stomach got the better of her quickly.

In the end they needed to eat a boring and simple breakfast consisting of only toast and water out of the tap.

But even though it was a poor man's meal and a product of Touma's misfortune, he wasn't unhappy; After all, the toast didn't get burned up by and electrical malfunction, nor some kind of insect has laid eggs in it what would have made the toast uneatable.

But nonetheless Index happily devoured the meal. Like it was a five star feast in the highest, top-class restaurant in Academy City she ate it with a thousand watt smile on her face.

For Index, it was heaven.

For Touma... it was war.

A war, with a opponent like Index, made World war III look like a peace conference, where Touma fought for the very foundation of something that would be needed to get through the day: food.

He needed to battle the whirlwind which was Index for every inch of bread, no matter the cost. The necessity to sustain his body brought out of Touma a power no one, not even himself, would have thought to be possible. But even though it was his best, the maximum he could bring out, Touma could do nothing but surrender to the glutton in front of him called Index.

The black hole which was her stomach sucked up all the food she got her hands on, while Index's hands moved at speeds which should be impossible for human beings.

One moment the piece of toast Touma had fought hard to achieve and paid with much sweat and blood and held in his cramped hand, the next it got stolen, literally ripped out of it by the nun and swallowed with 3 others almost instantaneously until only one remained.

The last piece of toast; The moment of truth had come. Will it become one with Touma's stomach and supply his by now almost drained energy? Or will it get ravaged by the monster in the disguise of a nun?

Two pairs of eyes narrowed at each other; Silence waved over the battlefield whilst the opponents eyed each other, searching for weaknesses. Nobody moved.

"Maika-chan!", the shout and following sounds of things crashing onto the ground were what broke the silence. Under normal circumstances Touma would have immediately intervened in the happenings happening in the neighbors' dorm room, in Tsuchimikado's dorm room, to stop the sis-con sergeant from making such a ruckus in the morning.

But right now, in this moment, Kamijou Touma, also named 'Imagine Breaker', was about to fight the fight of his live.

And with this interruption, the two candidates sprang into action.

Touma feinted left but the experienced Index didn't took it; Instead she went for the head-on approach. Her left hand zeroed in on the innocent slice of ham, making itself ready to drag the piece of bread into the pits of oblivion.

Deciding it was time to start an direct attack, too, Touma's right hand and the reason for his moniker shoot forward to break Index's illusion in which she gets the last of the pieces.

Sadly, this illusion was not an illusion bit the future; Even though Touma's hand was faster as if an miracle itself has accelerated it, it was not enough.

Holding onto the last slice of toast in his hand as if Touma's life depended on it, Index decided that opening it would take too much effort; So she simply pulled the piece of toast towards her mouth and let the teeth of justice drop onto it.

With Touma's hand in-between!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...", he screamed in response to this bloodthirsty action of hers whilst shaking his hand, that was suffering from unimaginable pain, together with Index who was still attached to Kamijou's hand.

But even though an outcry of pain is used in nature to signal said pain to others, here it was to no veil: Index was still, despite Touma's totally manly cries of pain, munching on the combination of ham and hand.

Futilely trying to get Index stop munching on his hand Touma looked on the clock. And what he saw there was not something he wanted to see; Reality came crushing down like an ambos, causing him to forget the pain, forget his empty stomach and instead making an shout filled with despair.

"AH, I'M LATE."

Prying Index off which was only possible now because there was no toast left and without the toast no reason to bite into it, Touma sprinted towards the door, taking his school bag which he had readied yesterday mid-sprint with him.

Yelling "I'm off, see you later", he disappeared through the door, letting a little dumbfounded Index behind. Luckily for Touma sphinx, the freeloader cat he had in his dorm room, decided now was the perfect moment to wake up. Luckily because the cat was the only reason this morning that hindered Index from rushing after him.

A person standing on a roof was watching Touma as he sprinted towards school. The only thing one could say for sure was that this person was young; To say if the person was a boy or a girl was not possible at this moment.

Also, this person was not simply standing on the roof and watching Touma taking part in his from misfortune branded life, no: The person was currently standing there on the roof and was talking to someone through a phone which was in his left hand and pressed against his left ear.

"I have located him. He is on his way to school.", The person informed whoever he was talking to and was watching how Touma was suddenly getting chased by a group of delinquents and shouting "SUCH MISFORTUNE!".

The person chuckled at the sight and proceeded with the observation.

"Are you sure he is it? We can't allow ourselves errors in this matter. ", said the one on the phone with a somewhat serious but playful tone in the voice. The only thing that can be said about the person on the other side of the line was that the person was in fact a she, a young girl to be precise.

"Pretty sure. Around 16, black, spiky hair, and, most of all, chased by misfortune".

You could hear a slight chuckle over the phone.

"Describe it to me."

"Well, for starters, after he got out of his dorm he got showered by a crossing car driving through a puddle while running along the street. Then he got chased by a middle schooler shooting electricity at him.

After their ways parted with Kamijou outrunning her, he got caught up in a robbery where he helped a girl. He tripped and landed with his face in her cleavage. That lead to believing he was a pervert and so he fled the scene, threatened by a mob of girls who wanted to 'purify' him.

Now he is currently being chased by a group of 5... no, now 8 delinquents.
On every event that happened to him he screamed 'Such misfortune."

Through the whole explanation the chuckling of the person on the other end erupted into a whole heartily, cackling laughter. After a few minutes the laughter changed into a slight giggle.

"Ok, thanks. You made my day with that! Proceed with your work."

"Roger that.", the person said with a smirk and ended the call. Sticking his handy back into his pocket he moved on to the next roof, having lost sight on Touma whilst he was talking.

'So, Touma, this whole job should get very interesting.', was the thought of him while he was watching from his new position to see how the chase continued.

'Very interesting indeed.'

After Touma got finally in the classroom and sat on his chair, all he wanted was a little rest from the already exhausting events of the morning.

All his energy. That was what was taken by the events that had transpired this morning. But even though for an outsider such a series of events would seem abnormal, for Kamijou Touma it has become a routine a long time ago.

Being chased by Biri-Biri while soaked with water from a puddle was the first thing that has happened to him; Having to deal with an electromaster, or more like the electromaster, being completely drenched in water was not the best state to be in. Luckily he managed to outrun her; Touma couldn't even imagine what he would have needed to live through the situation if the outcome would have been the other one.

But even though that was most unfortunate, there was more: A banana peel which has been carelessly thrown onto the pavement has been the next starting point of another, most taxing event;

Namely tripping and landing into a random high school girl's cleavage. being held for a pervert, Touma soon needed to run for his life, away from the bigger and bigger becoming mob of angry girls who attracted more of the female gender of the same mind by shouting "Pervert!" and "Catch this enemy of womankind!".

It's not as if he has planned to trip and fall face first into a girl's bosom! Despite it not being his intention, Touma was a guy and because of that would have been most likely happy with the outcome if not for the mob promising a long and painful death running after him.

Again, he had managed to barely escape.

But even though this had been another hard checkpoint in what is called 'Touma's way to school', fate was not finished yet; after 50% of his way to school he ran into a group of delinquents he was familiar with as well as they with him; They were the ones who tried to hit on different girls on many occasions; The girls had been looking like they didn't want to have to deal with them, so Touma intervened each time.

Of course, with helping out the girls he became the object of fury for the delinquents. So they too began to chase him and continued to do so till shortly before a certain high school.

Drained. That was the state Touma was currently in, a state he couldn't do a thing about. Being completely done for he just wanted to rest and laid his head on the table when...

"Nya~, Kami-nyan, good morning. What happened to you? You look like you just got through a warzone.", a happy Tsuchimikado Motoharu greeted him. Having no strength to greet the other boy, Touma relented to grunt to acknowledge the other boy.

"Nah, I think he got again to enlarging his harem.", Aogami Pierce threw in, grinning from one ear to the next.

"Oi, Kami-nyan, you bastard. Why do you always get the girls?"

"Yeah, you can't do things like that. You need to share with the normal mortals."

That were his friends Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Aogami Pierce.

This was the before mentioned Tsuchimikado, full name Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who was a double agent and magician-esper-hybrid who helped Kamijou out multiple times in the past. He got messy blonde hair, wears sunglasses and had a golden chain around his neck. He is also his classmate.
By his friend and classmates he was named 'Sis-con sergeant' 'cause of his affection for his little sister Maika.

Aogami Pierce was a classmate too, but wasn't so special except his giant repertoire of fetishes including every girl one can and will see. He called himself a loli-con, but most others knew him under 'The Fetish king'. He got blue, messy hair and had his eyes almost all the time closed.

Put the three of them together and the so called 'idiot-trio' or 'delta force' was formed.

"Morning, Tsuchimikado, Aogami.", he greeted back and lazily, still exhausted from the way to school, turned his head towards his friends. A blissful blankness filled his head like warm cotton, most likely from the exhaustion he was currently suffering under. Kamijou Touma was at peace.

This state ended abruptly the moment he fully realized what his friends just said and the meaning it implied.

"I DON'T HAVE A HAREM YOU BASTARDS! ", shouted Touma in an outcry of indignation at this for him completely ridiculous statement.

"Nya~, Kami-nyan, don't try and talk yourself out of it.", Tsuchimikado said, a slightly evil intent radiating off of him. The other boy was on the completely opposite side of this conflict.

"Exactly, Kami-nyan. Be it brunet to blonde, loli to onee-san, nurse to maid, tsundere to yandere, flat to voluptuous, ojou-san to tomboy, middle schooler to university student, you get enough girls to fulfill every man's fetishes.", Aogami added with a sinister grin, slower emitting kill intent. At this comment every male in the class room began to throw angry and jealous stares in his direction while the girls blushed slightly but still scolded the three idiots.

"What do you talk about in class again?", came a question from Fukiyose Seiri who had approached the terror herd. A girl with black, long, silky hair and a big bust. She was called 'Iron wall-girl' because she seemed to be unaffected by the so-called kamijou-disease.

the other classmates began to whisper as she neared herself in order to end whatever the three idiots decided to start:

"And here comes the iron wall."

"Get her away! she won't be immune to the Kamijou-disease forever!"

"I lost my girlfriend to him..."

"Why does he always get the girls?!"

"That's so unfair!"

For everyone who didn't know about it, the Kamijou-disease was a thesis to explain why so many girls found themselves attracted to Touma. Of course he was too dense to realize this fact and hadn't had a clue why they always mentioned it.

This fact was also the only reason why nobody would find two months from now a corpse who shared scarily many similarities with one Kamijou Touma at the border of Academy City.

Jealousy really brings out the worst in a man.

'Haaaa. Such misfortune', Touma thought, but had not the necessary energy to fight for his case: Maybe later when he had energy to spend again. Instead he brought back his head where it was before, on top of his desk, resting.

But before he could escape in his dreams the door slit open and revealed their teacher, Tsukuyomi Komoe. Trotting into the classroom she hummed a happy tune and even had a light hop in her step.

While she was a full grown adult who graduated from university, she looked like a elementary schooler and was only 135cm tall. She was considered to be one of the seven wonders of a certain high school and object of many discussions between Aogami and Motoharu if she was in fact a loli or not.

"Good morning", she cheerfully greeted the class. It was well-known that this eacher was the epitome of good mood and somehow served as the mascot of their class. If someone dared to make her drop tears or anything remotely close, he/she will bring the wrath of their class on him-/herself.

"Good morning, Komoe-sensei", the class replied, everyone hastily moving towards their seat to sit down. Touma, now being freed from imminent danger for his mental health, made himself comfortable and concentrated as best as he could in his state on their teacher.

And so lessons began.

That was it for the rewrite of the first chapter. For the future plans, I have decided to rewrite the whole first arc in between writing on the next as already mentioned above. These updates won't come as 'frequently'[wrong thing to say by my track record] as the next chapters for the current arc, but they will definitely come. And yes, I changed out the ham with toast.

For those who enjoyed the old versions, rest assured: The plot and conversations won't change.

And with that, I'm out! Bye!