Hi everyone, English is my second language so I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes in the story.

Updated: 08/16/2016

Disclaimer: I don't own To Aru Majutsu no Index.

The snow was falling…..

It was cold…..

-Music 01: omake-pfadlib composed by Hiroyuki Sawano (go to my profile and you will find it at the bottom, please enjoy.)

A spiky haired boy trembled as a blast of cool wind rushed through his skin, threaten to tear everything in his core with it intensity. Slowly, he dragged his feet through a vast land filled with trillion of crystalline water ices.

There was no clear destination in his mind.

Despite the heavy snow kept falling around him, the boy just kept moving forward without a care.

He moved…..

Then he stumbled…..

He fell down…

Then he stood up….

His action repeated and repeated and repeated until it could no longer happened again.

But the boy didn't allow that, using every last strength he could gather in his body he pushed his body to the limit.

He lifted his foot up and stepped down on the ground now covered in the white snow.

He took another step and another step…..

Then a strong gust of wind blew past him. The boy raised his right hand up to cover his face from the chilling cold it gave him.

But as he did that, he started to kneel down and panted heavily.

It was so cold….

So cold to the point that he could see a faint breath escaped from his shaking mouth even though his vision was blurry.

So freezing that he could notice the remaining heat inside his body are giving in to the cold, harsh environment.

Kamijou Touma tried to stand up once more but he could no longer able to do that. He couldn't feel his feet anymore, no matter how hard he tried to move, it won't listen.

….come on…move…..

Those leg of him won't budge.

Eventually, he collapsed on the thick layer of snow. Touma breathed rapidly as he began to feel his feet went numb.

The snow kept falling…

It fell and covered the entire back of his black hoodie. Touma slowly lifted up his head and stretched out his left hand like he was trying to cling to something, something that completely invisible to his eyes, something that was never even there in the beginning.

….I need to…go back….

Digging his nails and fingers into the snow, he crawled on the ground, dragging his exhausted body with whatever strength he has left.

There were heavy burned marks on both of his hands and on his face. Some part of the winter uniform, which he was wearing, were torn off by many deep cuts and flame burns.

Yet, he didn't feel any pain, he felt nothing. He didn't even notice how badly his hand was frostbitten as it were exposed too long to the freezing temperature.

And he didn't even notice…

He was losing a lot of blood.

His stomach, his back, his side was bleeding.

Blood was streaming down from his nose and mouth.

Blood was dripping down from many deep wounds on his arms and leg.

As he crawled, the trait left by his blood became longer and longer.

…have to…keep going….

The spiky haired boy didn't care and desperately pulled himself through the massive white land.

He was worried.

He felt guilty and scared.

For the first time in his life, he regretted for letting this happen to himself.

Several hours ago, there was a battle, a really large scale battle that Kamijou willing to get himself involved to put an end to it and bring peace to the world like he always do.

Many illusions was shattered over and over by the power lied within his right hand.

However, at the end of the battle, bruises, wounds, deep cuts, burn marks, blood covered his entire body.

This was the consequence of his act. The full consequence of fighting alone.

Touma couldn't stretch out his arms any longer as the numb feeling spread to his arms and slowly went to his torso. The boy helplessly laid down his head on the icy cold ground. His defied gravity hair fluttered a bit when another gust of wind came. The whistling sound rang non-stop in his now paled ears.

…damn it…..move….

Touma gritted his teeth in agony, not because of the tremendous pain that flowing through every vein in his body. He gritted his teeth because he knew of the painful truth that was slowly coming to him.

….…move…..

He knew that him….Kamijou Touma…was on the verge of dead.

….don't let things become like this…..please, move…

It was useless.

It was futile.

No matter how hard he tries, those fingers of him, those hands of him, those arms of him, those leg of him. They won't budge.

…I can't let it end like this…..I can't….

He felt weaker and weaker as each second passed.

Letting out a dry breath, Touma faced upward with his chin rest on the cold ground. He couldn't view anything at all besides from the pure white color that his blurry eyes received. Never before did his eyes felt heavy so much.

Then, his vision darkened as he closed his eyes.

His strength has left his body.

He didn't feel cold anymore.

He could still hear the sound of wind gusted through his ears.

…there are still so many things I want to do…..with them…

On the other side of his eyelid, he saw a dim ray of light in complete darkness.

Was this what everyone see when they were on the brink of dead? Touma couldn't tell.

Where will that light lead him if he reach it?

And once he reached it, what will happen to him?

Will he truly die?

Upon thinking that, a great sense of dread hit him.

…..no…..

He felt scared. This darkness reminded him of the dark world that Othinus had put him in after the former magic god destroyed the world.

…I have to get up…

Fear slowly took over his mind. It was so empty.

The spiky haired boy struggled to open his eyes, to escape from those nightmare that he used to see every time he went to sleep in that bathtub. But his efforts was in vain.

…..I want to see them again…

He could no longer hear the sound of wind besides from the brief one of his own heart.

His mouth was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

It was so quiet.

It was so hopeless.

Unable to endure this, Kamijou Touma cried a soundless voice as he was afraid. Those negative emotions, those images of torture from a million of phases that he went through once again came back to haunt him. He thought he has finally over with it but he was wrong. It was still there, hiding deep inside his heart and waiting for the right moment to come out.

He couldn't imagine how frighten and tremble he was when those memories came into his head.

…no…get out of my head…I need to go back…..

Touma cried as he ever felt so regretful. His mind was so mess up that he wasn't sure if there were still sanity left in him.

…..back…..to everyone…

The memories from those hellish phases suddenly vanished and various image of every person he knew flashed across his mind. The spiky haired boy put on a bitter smile as he thought about them.

He thought about a young nun in white habit and Sphynx the calico cat.

….Index…..I'm sorry I can't be there to feed you….to protect you…from danger…Sphynx…..sorry for being a bad owner…I guess I can't buy you milk anymore…..

He thought about the former magic god who has been with him ever since she became a 15 centimeters in size.

….Othinus….I'm sorry…..for leaving you vulnerable to that bastard Kamisato….I'm sorry I couldn't save enough money to buy you that doll house in time….

He thought about the loli teacher in his school.

….Komoe-sensei…..It looks like I won't be able to finish all the assignments you gave me last week…..I'm sorry for not paying attention in your classes…..

His thought was cut short as he coughed up blood. His life was slowly drained away.

Despite that, he still continued with that smile on him.

He thought about a starry eyes girl and another girl with telepathy ability whom he had no idea that he almost lost them forever.

….Shokuhou…Mitsuari…just when I has finally able to remember you two…I'm so sorry for leaving so sudden….

He thought about a girl with chestnut hair who was obsessed with gekota and always tries zap him whenever she wants.

…Biribiri…no…Misaka…I'm sorry for not being able to keep that promise…sorry for not being around for you…those moment when you talk and chase after me to demand a duel..…it was a really fun time…

The list just went on and on. Touma thought about a lot of people that he had met and made friend with, knowing that this was probably his last moment.

…Otohime…..mom…..dad…I'm sorry for leaving you so early….I wish I could have prevented this…I wish I could have had the chance to see everyone one last time…

The boy kept apologizing for each person that appeared in his memories. There was nothing he could do, it was too late for him now.

And with that right hand of his, a miracle will likely never come to him. Nothing could save him from this situation now.

The dim light faded away as Kamijou's heartbeat decreased.

Slowly, his breath stopped and his body went limped.

The last thing remained in the spiky haired boy's head was an image of his younger self standing in front of the fading light. Staring at his younger self, Kamijou widened his eyes slightly when he noticed the kid's face has many scratches and big bruises. His clothe was dirty and full of dust as if he had been stone-throwing by a lot of angry people.

He remembered why they did that to him, it was because of his so called misfortune that bad luck happened to everyone around him when he was young. At one point, they saw him as a monster, a plague, a parasite that shouldn't be existed in this world.

He never got the chance to apologize to those kids that he used to play with. Even now, a part of him regretted because of that.

To him, that image of himself was almost like an illusion. The only illusion that he didn't want to break and instead embraced it.

…..are you alright?

The young Kamijou started crying, tears and snorts rolled down from his face as he looked down the lifeless body of his own.

…hey…don't cry…...you've endured everything until now, right?

He stood up and extended a hand toward the kid, for some reasons he felt his body becomes lighter…

…I have, too…..although, I still regret a lot of thing…I destroyed a world where everyone could have their own happiness….so…maybe…..

He rubbed the boy's spiky haired and put on a thin smile….

…maybe…

…..this is for the best…..

As he said that, the single ray of light disappeared…

…..

…..

The snow kept falling down…

…..

….

With that dim ray of light lost in the pure darkness…..

Kamijou Touma fell into an eternal slumber.

...

The cold blast of wind stopped as the weather began to clear out. The last tiny water ice continued its trip to land on the thick layer of snow after it gently touched the paled skin of the spiky haired boy.

As silence filled in the vast land, a couple of voices spoke up breaking the quietness of the nature.

"Heh! So in the end, this is how the Imagine Breaker die."

"Haha, so pathetic!"

"And here I thought I could expect more of a challenge from this fool. What a letdown."

Many figures in black cloak stood in circle, all eyes directed toward the lifeless body of the high school boy now covered deep under the layer.

The mysterious dark-red aura covered around them subsided a bit before suddenly burst out like fire, letting the white ground filled with the transparent blood like color.

Then, came a few snicker.

Slowly, it became louder and louder.

Some pointed their fingers at him, laughing in a mocking way. Some was putting on the most sinister, twisted smile they could get to make fun of him now that he was no longer in this world. Some was really disappointed and thought he was too weak. Some was very satisfied just by watching the blood trait that he left behind.

And...

Some just kept silent.

Overall, they were all happy for the result that they have finally achieved.

Kill the wielder of the Imagine Breaker who was also known as the God of Plague, Kamijou Touma.

Of course, it was just a simple small part in their objective. Their main goal was higher than that.

"Hahaha! You sure were talking real big back there, you insect!"-one of the figure in black cloak approached the body of the spiky haired boy and kicked in his side multiple times."This is for breaking my nose and humiliating me in front of my comrades!"

"Enough, he is finally dead and that's all we need for now."-another figure stepped out and grabbed the shoulder of the aggressive man."This brat could still be useful to us even when he's already dead so don't mess up the body more than it used to be."

"Oh really?! How can you be so sure of that?"-a person stood on the far side of the large group said out loud.

The asked figure in black cloak didn't respond, instead he raised his hand up and snapped his finger. A knife made of ice appeared in front of him, he grabbed it and bent his body down, closer to the boy's right hand. Immediately, he thrust the knife into the boy's palm and it shattered into pieces after a sound of broken glass was heard.

"Wow~."-came a feminine voice from one of the figure, impressed by the sight.

"The Imagine Breaker is still attaching itself to this boy even though its host has already dead. Isn't this fascinating, everyone?"

"So that power and this thing must has a really deep connection."-another figure with the harsh voice of a young man stood out from the group and pointed at Touma whom he just refer to as a thing."This is starting to get very interesting now, are we going to chop off his hand and bring it back with us?"

"I won't recommend doing that though, it would be extremely dangerous."

"So what are we going to do next with the body then?"

"Well, we take it back with us and keep it or dump it in somewhere else, simple as that."

"Maybe we could have this trash to use as a stepping stone for our goal, it will continue to progress just like we all have planned."

"Good point, we could send this thing into Academy to declare to the whole world that the God of Plague is dead."

Comments and whispered broke out among the group as they debated about the fate of Touma's body. However, a clasp and a stern voice came after it soon brought the topic to an end.

"We have finally success in eliminating the God of Plague so there's no point for you all to argue about it, whether we need this brat or not isn't for us to decide. And I really doubt that the Imagine Breaker would stay any longer inside a dead host."-the man who thrust the magical knife into Touma's hand from earlier spoke up."The next step in our plan will require a lot of time and preparations so for now, take a good rest and wait for more orders from the leaders."

With that said, each of the figures in black cloak disappeared in a black fog one by one along with the dark red aura until only two of them stayed behind with the body. The man who stood next to Touma now cold body walked up to the last member of the group and gently patted on their shoulder.

"Carry the boy with you when you go back if you want, I'm going ahead."

The figure remained silent and just replied back with a nod. Receiving the answer, the man lowered his hand and walked forward a few more steps.

"I'm sorry. But this is how it should end, this is how we should do to achieve our goal."-the dark red aura around him disappeared."At least, that boy has been free from this dirty world, free from his suffering."

The man vanished in the black fog that emitted from his body.

"..."

The figure stepped close to the boy and stared down at him with a soft gaze.

Unexpected, the figure unhooded, revealing its face as a young girl near Touma's age. The girl fixed her gaze at the boy's face as she bent down her slender body and sat down next to him. Her crimson red eyes reflected the whole image of his paled skin covered in bruises, cuts and burned marks.

Putting down a torn black scarf with red, white patterns on the snow, she moved her hand toward the boy.

The young girl gently held up his left hand which has become icy cold. Her long black hair fluttered a bit as a small breeze went past her.

The dark red aura around her lessened.

"So…after saying all those breaking illusion nonsenses, this is how you end up with."-the girl spoke in a soft tone, almost like a whisper."A cruel death."

Her voice shook a bit as she tightened her grip on his hand.

"You and your misfortune has always been a disaster to everyone else back then. And now, you lost your own life because of the very same reason."

Tears swelled up in her eyes as she looked at the heavily burned mark on his hand.

"You really are naïve, you know? Even when you are fighting for your life, you still jump out to shield your enemy for no reason."

His kindness was what lead him to his end.

"Misfortune turned itself onto you."

His misfortune was what lead him to his end.

"In the end, you are just an existence that needs to be wiped off from the world, a God of Plague."

There was a long pause after that. The girl put down his hand and reached for the scarf on her side then stood up, black fog began to emit around her body and covered both of them.

"Rest in peace, Kamijou Touma."

...

A day later, an event occurred in Academy city that brings shock to a lot of people.

Kamijou Touma's dead body was found lying peacefully on one of the bench in district 7.

….

Prologue: A_Sad_End