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Himegami Aisa sighed wearily as she walked through the large crowd, her eyes scanning the magnitude of faces laughing, chatting, and enjoying themselves. They looked like they were having so much fun that she wanted to join in.
She didn't even know why she was even here. Maybe it was because everyone was so adamant about being here that she felt like going along with them. Maybe it was because of her woman's intuition kept telling her that she NEEDED to be here tonight or she'd regret it.
Whatever the reason, she was here and that was that.
As she looked around again, she began to doubt whether or not she would actually find someone she knew. Maybe she should just head-
"Himegami!" a female voice called out from behind her.
The long-haired girl whirled around, her eyes darting about for the source of the voice. She quickly found it, turning out to be her one (and maybe only) true friend, Fukiyose Seiri. The Deep Blood user sighed contently at the sight of the big-breasted girl.
"Hello Fukiyose-san," Himegami greeted politely. "I'm glad to see you here. I was afraid that I wasn't going to find anyone I knew here."
"I know what you mean," the 'Iron Wall' nodded, glancing at the many people around them. "But it's amazing what we can pull off at times, huh?"
The two girls fell silent once more as they glanced around again, taking in the grandeur of the date auction. A flash of silverish-white hair caught Himegami's eye, prompting her to turn around to look at the hopeful sight.
Was that-?
"Huh? Is that-?" she mumbled, catching the faux class rep's attention.
"Who?" Fukiyose asked as she looked in the direction her friend was staring towards. "Did you see someone else?"
"No…I lost them." Himegami admitted. He throat felt dry.
She needed a drink. "Are you thirsty, Fukiyose?"
The big-breasted girl nodded, and the two set off to find the drink table, chatting happily the entire way.
"Why, if it isn't my two cute kohai…" A laughing female voice called out to them from behind the punch bowl. Turning to see who was talking, Himegami and Fukiyose came face to face with their Senpai, Kumokawa Seria.
"Good evening Kumokawa-senpai," Himegami greeted politely. "What a surprise to see you here."
"Same to you as well," Kumokawa replied, smiling slyly at the two. "Are you two having fun?"
"I guess," Fukiyose said glancing at the stage. "There isn't anyone really interesting on stage yet."
"Not even the Level 5's?" The High School Senior questioned, drinking her juice. Seeing the girls shake their heads no, she smiled thinly. "I'm the same, really, although…the REAL show will be later. It'll be a real surprise."
She giggled, causing Fukiyose to raise an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" The 'Iron Wall' demanded suspiciously.
Kumokawa's smile gave way to an insufferable smirk as she waved goodbye to both of them. "You'll see. After all, what fun would it be if I told you now?"
The two high school girls blinked in confusion, left wondering what their senpai's cryptic words meant.
Musujime Awaki sighed in relief as she teleported into an empty hallway. Glancing around, she grinned as she made a dash towards the computer room.
The red-headed teleporter had a mission, given to her personally by Crowley. If she completed this mission, then tonight would a LOT more fun… well, according to him, anyway. All she had to do was pop the USB drive into the computer and upload whatever was on it to the computer's mainframe and then get out. She didn't know what was on it, nor did she really care.
Hearing someone coming around the corner, she hit the brakes and hid behind some boxes. Hoping that they'd pass by quickly, she caught a peek of the intruders and her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed a familiar mop of blond spikes and sunglasses alongside a boy with spiky dark hair.
Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Kamijou Touma.
They seemed to be arguing about something. Awaki strained her ears to try and hear what they were saying.
"Why the hell did you do this, Tsuchimikado?" Touma yelled angrily at his friend's betrayal.
"Because I thought that it'd be fun to watch you struggle," Tsuchimikado snickered. "Don't get so worked up, Kami-yan. It's all in good fun."
Touma growled momentarily before smirking and jabbing at the blond spy's chest, sneering, "At least I won't have to suffer through this alone." The number sticker plastered on the blond's chest, far lower than Touma's, displayed the double agent being shanghaied into the auction as well.
The two continued to chat absentmindedly as they walked away. Musujime signed in relief as she stepped out from behind the boxes and straight into another person.
"Sor-" was all she got out before shutting her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized that she'd just run into Accelerator.
He did NOT look happy.
Musujime gulped as she stared at the strongest esper in the city. Then she did the only thing that she could think of, right then and there.
She ran.
She pushed past the albino and ran as fast as she could down the hall. She didn't stop running until she got to the computer room.
Accelerator just stared the retreating red before rolling his eyes and muttering "Idiot."
Musujime panted as she shut the door behind her once more, checking that nobody was following her.
"That was close…" She whispered, pulling a USB stick from her pocket. "Let's do this already," she muttered, not wanting any more complications to occur.
Popping the USB into the computer, her fingers flickered across the keyboard quickly. It was over within seconds. Whatever her bastard asshole of a boss wanted uploaded was uploaded.
Removing the thumb drive from the computer, Musujime made sure that was no trace of her left in the room before teleporting out of there.
Smirking as she stepped out of the woman's restroom, she head towards the far corner of the lobby. There, she noticed another one of her coworkers waiting there patiently, a cup of juice in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
"Yo." She greeted, leaning against the wall.
"Hello." Etzali smiled cheerfully. "Finish what you needed to?"
"Yeah, but you wouldn't believe who I almost ran into back there…" The red-headed teleporter chuckled softly, deciding to not mention her small encounter with Accelerator to him. "I almost ran into Tsuchimikado."
The master of disguises chuckled at the news. "Well then…" He said, adjusting his grip on the briefcase in his left hand. "It sounds like tonight is going to be fun."
Musujime glanced curiously at the briefcase before smirking up at the taller blond boy next to her.
"Ara, ara. Going to try and buy a certain Electroshock Princess, are we?" The Level 4 teleporter teased.
"I have a business meeting soon, that's all." Etzali snapped, keeping himself from looking at his provocatively-dressed coworker.
"Fine, fine, whatever you say," she offered playfully. She knew that the real prize was later, anyway. She just had to be quick and hopefully win early.
Haruno Kenichii sighed heavily as he made his way back to the stage, straightening his tux. Flicking on his headset, the hum of life was heard from the speakers once more, catching people's attention.
The lights flooded the stage once more, the audience cheering his return. Kenichii grinned broadly as he waved to the crowd, relishing the attention they poured onto him.
"…and we are back ladies and gentlemen." Kenichii shouted. "As I promised, we'll be starting off with one of the city's strongest, a Level 5."
The crowd was frenzied, cheering loudly and generally making a ruckus. Apparently, everyone was ready for the bidding wars to being again.
"Before we begin, though, I have been informed of a small change that we'll now be implementing." The MC stated as a giant screen rolled down from the ceiling. "The screen behind me will be broadcasting data on the various people that come up for auction."
Keniichi had no clue why they'd suddenly changed their mind on doing this. The original plan called for the contestants to put themselves out there instead of him feeding the audience himself. The only people that were going to be exempt from this were the Level 5's, and they'd already been researched extensively.
He really had to wonder why they would do something like this.
Wouldn't this LOWER the interest in people that came up for auction?
Ah, whatever.
People cheered. Whatever the reason, he was paid to MC the auction tonight and that was it.
For their part, the audience began murmuring amongst themselves about the change.
Why was this done?
What will it reveal to them?
There were a lot of questions, but they were all soon forgotten as the next participant walked on stage.
It was Mugino Shizuri, the Meltdowner.
"…and now we present…Mugino Shizuri!" The MC read aloud. "She's one of the city's Level 5 espers, give a round of applause to Meltdowner!"
Mugino kept a calm face amidst the applause as she walked down the stage, her boots clicking with every step she made. People cheered loudly at the auburn haired beauty, the men in the audience thanking whoever was responsible for the auction for giving them the chance to win a date with this lovely young woman with the flawless skin.
She was glad that people couldn't tell that she had scars on her body, or a prosthetic limb, without looking at her very carefully.
As Mugino took her spot next to Keniichi, she let herself smirk as she took in every ounce of applause they had for her, relishing every moment on stage.
With so many people here, there had to be PLENTY of guys who'd pay out of the ass for a chance to go out on a date with her.
This would prove that idiot Hamazura wrong.
Although…
The 4th Level 5 glanced around for her friends quickly, wondering just where they were. Spotting them easily, she gave a small smile at her only true and close friends in the entire world. As her eyes fell upon the only male member of the group, her heart began beating wildly.
Even though she'd admitted to loving Hamazura during their time in Russia, she knew that she'd never step in between Takitsubo and him. Though that didn't mean she couldn't hope he would bid on her…
She was a maiden at heart of course; even if she might not be the most pure one around.
"Mugino-san enjoys shopping, hanging out with her friends, and enjoying a good up of tea on a nice day." The MC's voice rang out loudly, pulling the Level 5 from her thoughts. "Is there anything you would like to add to that, Mugino-san?"
Mugino shook her head, feeling that whatever was said was good enough for her.
Kenichii smiled softly turning towards the crowd once more.
"Well, then, ladies and gentlemen…" he smirked, deliberately holding back in order to draw up both tension and excitement from the crowd. "…we'll start bidding at 15,000 yen. Do I have 15,000?"
"15,000!"
"16,000!"
"25,000!"
Mugino's price quickly began to skyrocket in a hard fought battle.
Nobody wanted to yield to anyone else for the right of going out on a date with a Level 5.
Thanks to a few stubborn guys banding together, her price tag had soon broken the 150,000 yen mark.
Mugino had to admit though, all of them were totally hot.
"I have 200,000. Do I hear any other bids?" The MC declared, glancing around the room to make sure that he hadn't missed anybody that was willing to throw out a higher bid.
There seemed to be no one else willing to fight.
"Going once…" Silence reigned.
"Going twice…" No one said a word, some hoping that SOMEONE would be willing to fight again.
"SOLD! For 200,000 yen!"
The small group of winners hooted and hollered in triumph.
To them they were the lucky few, the ones that got the chance to date a Level 5.
Mugino gave a flirty smile to her winners waving to them as she stepped off stage making her way over to where her friends were waiting for her.
"I told ya Hamazura." Mugino gloated. Deep down, she felt a little disappointed that he didn't even try to bid. "Now let's see what you have to offer."
The blond Skill Out sighed wearily, nodding his head.
"You win, Mugino," Hamazura admitted. He knew that he would've lost a while ago. "You've proved that you did indeed have a group of guys willing and wanting to date you."
"Will Hamazura Shiage please come on stage?"
Hamazura sighed once more as he began to head towards the stage, but not before calling back to his girlfriend. "Remember what you promised, Rikou."
The girl in pink nodded her head as she watched her boyfriend walk onto the stage. She'd figured that no one would bother bidding much on a level 0, much less a former Skill Out.
"We'll start bidding at 500 yen." Keniichi called out to the audience. "Do I hear 600?"
"600!"
"700!"
"800!"
His price continued to slowly climb, much to ITEM's astonishment.
Was Hamazura really THIS popular?
The Level 4 AIM Stalker began to worry as her boyfriend's price tag soon reached the 3000 mark, which was all the money that she had on her. Did these people REALLY want a so-called bad boy THAT much?
Mugino glanced over at the dark haired girl and saw a downtrodden look on her face.
She could guess, just from a glance, that Takitsubo didn't have enough on hand to win him.
...Maybe she could make this work for her…
"Oi, Takitsubo…" Meltdowner called out, catching her friend's attention. "I take it that you don't have enough to win the auction?"
The girl in the pink jumpsuit nodded her head, looking sad.
"How about I help you?" Mugino offered, glancing away as she blushed softly. "In return, you let me go on a da-… a da-… a date with him…"
"Deal." Takitsubo replied instantly.
She knew that Mugino loved Hamazura, but also knew that she wouldn't try and step in between them.
Plus, Mugino was a good friend. Why shouldn't she trust her?
"Good, now let's win this thing." Mugino declared grabbing her friends hand and held both hers and Takitsubo's hand high yelling out loudly. "13,000!"
The audience fell silent as they stared at the unlikely pair.
It was surprising to see the price jump nearly twice of what it had been, especially for a Level 0.
The more surprising part was that a Level 5 of all people was bidding for him.
Hamazura felt his jaw drop in shock. He'd never once expected to go for THAT much money, let alone have for Mugino to come to his rescue like this.
"Are…are there any other bids?" Keniichi called out weakly, slightly shocked.
"Going once…" There were just some things that people never did.
"Going twice…" One of those things was to NEVER piss off a Level 5.
"Sold! For 13,000 yen!" This…seemed like one of those times to not push that boundary.
People applauded politely as the pair made their way to the desk to pay. Mugino was so excited…she could hardly wait.
Hamazura was going to have fun with her on his date…whether he wanted to or not.
"…And sold for 9000 yen to the young maid!" The MC announced, much to Maika's joy. "I hope you enjoy your date, Tsuchimikado-san."
Tsuchimikado grinned as he walked over to his sweet little (step) sister as she finished paying the people at the desk.
"Thanks-nya, Maika-chan."
"Uhn, no problem onii-chan."
"Well then ladies and gentlemen, up next we have…" Keniichi said glancing at his trusty PDA for more info. "Well, we have another Level 5! Please give a big round of applause to Mental Out, Shokuhou Misaki!"
The room burst into cheers and applause, but a large portion of the cheers seemed to be coming from a large group of girls. They were Misaki's followers and they were prepared for war.
Misaki had a smile on her face as she walked on stage, waving happily to the crowd before her.
She was excited, partly due to the crowd's infectious cheering, but also partly due to her own desires.
Glancing around the room, she twitched in irritation as she noticed a group of her fans and groupies were huddled together whispering excitedly, handing over large wads of cash to one person.
Frowning, she realized that a certain faction of her fans wouldn't hand her over quietly without putting up a fight. She was honestly tempted to pull out of her remote and use her powers on them, but it would seem strange or people would accuse her of cheating.
In the end, all she could do was hope that her Prince Charming(s) would step up to the plate and hit a homerun.
But if her subordinates wouldn't let them?
Well…
She'd find a way to express the severity of her current displeasure with them.
"Now then!" the MC declared. "Misaki-san enjoys sweets, parfaits to be exact. She also enjoys a good book every so often and…" Keniichi trailed off, somewhat confused by the last entry on Misaki. Turning to the starry-eyed blond girl, he added, "She… enjoys making cute poses?"
"Oh, yes~," Misaki cooed, getting a few chuckles out of the audience. "Like this~."
With that said, Misaki shut one eye closed and held up a sideways peace sign over her open eye. She placed one hand over her hip and stuck her tongue out and off to the side. Overall, it was a very cutesy act that Misaki had done over and over again.
Her little stunt did its job, though; the crowd exploded, cheering loudly for the 5th Level 5 esper. Clearly, they'd fallen for her little cutesy act.
"Well, sounds like it's time to begin!" Keniichi bellowed over the loud audience. "We'll start bidding at 12,000 yen. Do I hear 13,000?"
"13,000!"
"14,000!"
"15-"
"250,000!" People were at how shocked the bid had jumped. Apparently, a large group had made this huge offer, but the audience couldn't tell who had done so.
Misaki sighed softly, knowing exactly WHO the group was.
Why couldn't they just follow her instructions like good minions?
Clearly, she'd have to have a little 'talk' with them later about this blatant insubordination later.
It didn't seem all hopeless for Misaki and her dreams, though. A group of five high school seniors gathered and began to whisper amongst themselves, nodding their heads.
Eventually one of the five turned out raising his hand high and yelling loudly. "300,000!"
Misaki's groupies began to panic, knowing they could very well lose the auction to these strange and unknown men. They began to try and get any additional funds that they could get, but it was just too far out of their reach it seemed.
"Going once…" The groupies looked around hopelessly at their leader.
"Going twice…" Misaki smiled softly, finally enjoying the fact that maybe NOW she'd be able to cross this item off her secret list.
"Sold!" Keniichi roared, and the crowd applauded wildly. "I hope that the lovely Misaki-san enjoys her dates with these nice men."
Misaki smiled happily, waving to the five men that had won her auction as she stepped off stage. Pulling out her remote from her bag, she grinned nastily as she set off to find her insolent subordinates.
Clearly, they needed a lesson about how to take orders and follow them.
The auction continued on and on for a while longer, the number of participants dwindling down as the night dragged on.
"Up next we have ANOTHER Level 5! The Electroshock Princess herself, Misaka Mikoto!"
Misaka laughed happily as she stepped onto the stage, waving brightly to the crowd. This was her time to shine….time for her to earn that Gekota Bride doll she'd acquired.
"Misaka-san enjoys reading manga in convenience stores! She's known to have gotten into a few brawls…and won!" Keniichi announced loudly, much to her eternal embarrassment, and making her face flush red. "She also happens to a HUGE fan of the Gekota franchise."
The short haired brunette groaned in embarrassment, her hands covering her bright red face.
Oh, how she wished she could just disappear right now.
As Misaka ruminated over this humiliating display thus far, Kuroko felt nothing but pride. She already knew all these facts about her precious and lovable Onee-sama. There was absolutely nothing that Kuroko didn't know about the young lady on stage.
Tonight, Misaka Mikoto would be hers.
Shirai Kuroko would win the auction and take her onee-sama out on a date that the two of them would never forget…especially Kuroko.
It would involve a lovely dinner for two at a lovely restaurant, walk in her favorite park, and finally…a wonderful end at a LOVELY secluded hotel she knew was reserved for couples.
Kuroko cackled perversely as she imagined the lovely and wonderful end for the two of them.
Now, there was nothing to do to but wait for the bidding to begin. The twin-pigtailed girl had exhausted almost every source of extra cash that she had. Not all of them, mind you, she did have to have some extra cash for the date.
In the end, she had managed to gather 200,000 yen and was more than ready to use it. She truly and honestly didn't believe that there'd be anyone else who could outbid her.
Then again…If a large group got together and did just that, she'd lose.
So she'd have to make sure to place her large bid out there quickly, to throw everybody off their game.
"Well, let's start bidding at 17,000." The MC shouted, glancing around the arena. "Do I hear 18,000?"
"18,000!" One person began.
"19,000!" Another countered.
"21,000!"
Kuroko grinned raising her hand high.
The time was now. She was going to place her bid and win the auction here and now.
"200-"
"700,000!" someone bellowed near her.
The entire auditorium fell silent, not expecting the money to jump THAT high so quickly. They just didn't know what to say or how to react to that.
Kuroko whirled around, glancing around wildly, wanting to see who would DARE outbid her for her onee-sama. All she was a lone brunette smiling cheerfully a briefcase in his hand. The angry oujou-sama quickly made her way over to the boy.
"Excuse me, but I was wondering something." She began with a smile politely.
"Yes?" The blonde young man smiled back gently.
"I was wondering if you'd be willing to let me in on your bid." Kuroko said calmly. "I'd be more than willing to pay you what I do have if you let me in."
"Hmm…" Etzali murmured, mulling over the teleporter's offer. He took all of thirty seconds before saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to turn you down."
The yuri-loving teleporter felt her heart sink at the rejection. "Why? If I may be so polite as to ask."
"Because… I just do not want to share." Etzali shrugged, turning back to the stage. "Again, I'm sorry, but that's my final answer."
"Are…are there any other bids?" Keniichi asked, after a few moments of stunned silence in the audience and then remembering where he was and what his job was supposed to be. "Going once…"
"Going twice…" Kuroko's jaw dropped in shock and sadness.
She just couldn't believe it.
She…she lost her onee-sama to this strange boy.
But that didn't mean she should give up.
She still had one chance; her auction.
Her date with Misaka Mikoto all came down to her Onee-sama winning her auction.
"Sold! For 700,000 yen!" Keniichi roared, the room exploding into cheers and applause for both the person who won and for the person up on stage.
Etzali gave a small smile, slowly clenching his fist in happiness. Musujime just smirked, chuckling.
"I knew it," The redhead teleporter glanced at the blonde Aztec magician. "Still obsessed with her, eh?"
"I'm not obsessed." The master of disguise said defensively, coughing into his hand and unsuccessfully hiding his blush. "I'm just…a big fan of Misaka-san, that's all."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, get up there and pay for your date." She sneered playfully.
Etzali nodded, heading up to the stage to pay the nice people behind the desk.
Kamijou Touma was lost.
He wasn't entirely sure just HOW that was possible, but the truth of the matter was that he was lost.
"I just wanted to use the bathroom…" He muttered, glancing down the various hallways that seemed to look exactly the same. "Is that really so hard?"
He sighed as he went over the directions in his head again. He had left the participants waiting room and turned left and then went down the hallway all the way to the end, and made a right…
Maybe he shouldn't have let Tsuchimikado drag him around earlier while he tried to get answers out of him for why he would do something like this to him.
"All in good fun, my ass…" He grumbled as he took the first hallway he saw. "Geeze…these hallways all look the same."
The unlucky boy continued to stumble around, hopelessly lost. He wasn't sure which way to go, so he decided to trust his gut as his guide.
Several minutes later, he was still as lost as ever. He would swear that he walked down the same hallway three times already.
Sighing softly, the Level 0 clenched his fist determined to get out of here.
"I know I can do this…" Touma whispered to himself quietly. "I've just gotta listen carefully."
Taking a deep breath to focus himself, he strained his ears to try and pick up ambient sound.
It didn't take long before he could hear the hooting and hollering of the audience.
Nodding his head, he quickly set off in that direction, figuring that if he could get to the audience, then he would be able to find his way back to the waiting room.
He was so focused on trying to get to those sounds that he never noticed the large black cord draped across the ground. Unsurprisingly, he tripped over it.
With a loud yelp of surprise, the dark spiky-haired boy stumbled onto the stage and fell facedown upon it. Unfortunately for him, he'd grabbed the curtain on his way down in a feeble attempt to try and avoid falling flat onto his face and his fall had left him with one arm in the air.
Unfortunately for him, again, it was at this point that there was an auction going on and Keniichi mistook Touma's arm in the air as a bid.
"15,000!" Keniichi yelled, pointing at Touma. "Are there any other bids?"
The room fell silent from the sudden surprise. If someone was that willing to scare them into making a bid for the young lady on the stage, then no one would bid after that.
"Going once..." People glanced around curiously at the mysterious and sudden appearance of the young man on stage.
"Going twice…" The young woman on stage wondered who the young man was.
"Sold! For 15,000 to…" The MC trailed off, wondering as to the kid's name. "What's your name kid?"
Touma groaned as he got up from the ground rubbing his forehead slightly in pain.
"Huh? Me?" Keniichi nodded. "Kamijou Touma."
There were several large gasps in the audience once Touma had identified himself. Among the gasping were a sextet of identical-looking sisters and a small cadre of strangely-dressed women.
Several more gasps followed upon seeing the badge on Touma's chest. Squeals of joy were heard immediately afterwards.
"Congratulations, Kamijou-san, for winning a date with the lovely Kongou Mitsuko!" Keniichi declared loudly, gesturing at the flustered looking Tokiwadai student. "So please step off to the side and speak with the people behind the desk to process your payment."
Touma blinked in confusion. Did…did he REALLY just win a date with a girl? A cute one at that too. For 15,000 yen?
Wait. 15,000!
He didn't have that type of cash on hand, but he did in his secret box under his bed. The one that he made SURE to have Index NEVER find.
The story behind that was that Ryuunosuke had sent him a check, made out for a lot of money, about a month after Righteous Arm of the Devil had been released. The accompanying letter had mentioned something about the check being his cut of the profits from the movie sales. Touma's porn movie debut had achieved the number one spot, so Ryuunosuke had also added in a "small" bonus as thanks.
With that much money, he would've been set for a while. But he really didn't want to use it, so he kept it hidden away just in case of emergencies. Like now for instance.
Maybe they would let him run home and get the money needed to pay?
As Touma stepped off to the side, in order to try and talk to the nice people at the desk, Keniichi cleared his throat rather loudly
"Well then, next on stage is Judgment's 177th branch office's very own Shirai Kuroko!" Keniichi declared loudly. Kuroko smiled politely as she teleported onto the stage next to the MC. "Shirai-san here is a Level 4 teleporter working for Judgment. She also attends Tokiwadai middle school and is usually seen alongside Misaka-san. Is there anything you would like add, Shirai-san?"
The auburn twin tailed girl shook her head politely. It was enough for her.
This was it though. It was her last chance for a date with her Onee-sama, the one that she wanted to go out on a date with the most.
She hoped and wished that she would bid on her.
"Well, then, let's start bidding at 7,000 yen. Do I hear 7100 yen?"
Kuroko tuned out everything else as she began to search the crowd for the short haired young lady that she loved with all her heart. It didn't take her long to find her, but when she did…she felt her jaw drop.
Her precious Onee-sama was on the phone, yelling at someone amidst the shouted bids and completely ignoring her. That sight depressed Kuroko greatly.
Did Onee-sama not want to go out on a date with her? Why was she ignoring her like this? Did she not have enough mon-
That was when inspiration stuck. Maybe she didn't have enough money on her and was trying to talk to her mother into giving her more so she can buy her auction. That train of thought pleased Kuroko to no end. Maybe she really will-
"Sold! For 20,000 yen!" Keniichi roared out, pulling the Level 4 teleporter out from her own thoughts.
"Huh?" Kuroko questioned, shocked that her auction was already over. Onee-sama hadn't even made a bet for her yet!
"I hope you have a good time with your three dates, Shirai-san." The MC said genially, pointing out the three boys that had won the auction. "Up next we have…"
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're down to our final two auctions for the evening. Keniichi said with a grin, feeling the general excitement of the room rising. "Are you all ready?"
Everybody was on their toes, ready for whoever was next. Not everybody had won, but that didn't stop them. They all wanted a prize.
"Up next is the strongest of the strong, the Vector Esper himself, the strongest esper in the city…" Keniichi called out, everybody cheering loudly. "Give a big round of applause to the one, the only, the greatest! ACCCCEELLLERAAATOOOOORRR!"
The entire audience burst into loud cheers as the white haired teen hobbled onto stage, glaring at the audience. This glare was meant to get them to shut up, but it only seemed to rile them up even more.
"Now then, folks!" The MC bellowed grandly, as the Vector Esper's miscellaneous data appeared on the screen behind the two of them, for all to see. "Accelerator-san enjoys taking naps, drinking black coffee, and…is rumored to be a lolicon?"
The entire audience burst into laughter from that statement.
The great and powerful Accelerator rumored to be a lolicon? The idea alone was utterly stupid.
That didn't stop Accelerator from glaring at the MC as viciously as he could, a poisonous gaze that would've sent most normal people running for their lives.
But not Keniichi. He had a job to do…so he had to settle for nearly pissing himself in public.
"Sorry, Accelerator-san…but that's what this says…" The MC whispered, pointing at the screen behind him.
Accelerator shifted his glare back at the screen hoping that he could somehow burn the screen down with his glare. Upon reading what was on it, he sighed.
That damn line accusing him of being a lolicon was up there. He made a mental to note; whenever he found who put that line up there about him, he'd be a line paste stretching the length of the city.
But not tonight, though.
Tonight he had a bet to win.
He'd already planned several things for Yomikawa to do when he won; the only thing left to do now was to decide WHICH of them would be more fun to do.
"HA! I knew it!" A voice called out from somewhere in the audience before a loud smack followed quickly. "OW! Why?"
"Shut it crackboy."
"But hubby~, Flere, Rubix, and Asha-"
SMACK!
"I said shut it crackboy."
"Understood…"
The MC gave a soft chuckle before calling attention back to his self trying to get the auction back on track.
"Is there anything you'd like to say before we begin, Accelerator-san?"
Grabbing a nearby mike, he snarled, "I ain't no Goddamn lolicon, and I'll kill whoever calls me that! Start this fuckin' thing already."
"Right then, we'll start bidding at 20,000 yen. Do I hear 20,000?"
"20,000!"
"21,000!"
As the price continued to climb up, a young girl was moving among the crowd and searching for a specific group of people. She grinned as she spotted them and quickly made her way over to them.
"Hello everyone, Misaka is glad that everyone could make it. Misaka says as Misaka glances at the case in Misaka's hands."
"Hello Administrator. We are glad to see you here as well. Misaka says as she greets the Administrator with a heavy heart."
"What's going on? Misaka asks as Misaka tilts her head to side in confusion."
"I'm afraid that we have bad news for you. Misaka says with a sigh at the thought of having to break a young girls heart."
"Bad news? What bad news? Misaka asks as Misaka begins to worry."
"I'm afraid we cannot help you in your effort in purchasing Accelerator. Misaka says as she pats the Administrator's head soothingly."
"Wha-why? Misaka demands as Misaka tries to hold back her tears."
"Because we saw that the savior had come on stage with a number pin on his chest. Misaka explains in the hopes of avoiding tears."
Last Order sniffled sadly nodding her head. She could understand why the others would want to leave her like this. The chance of getting a date with the savior, to thank him personally for saving them, was not something that any of them would pass up.
But…that still didn't mean that their decision didn't hurt. The young Misaka clone had been looking forward to this event all evening.
She'd wanted to go on a date with Accelerator ever since she heard that he'd be participating. After that, when she had realized that she didn't, and most likely would never, have the amount of money needed, she had begged and pleaded the sisters to help her out. She had even promised them some pictures of Touma and cats, both alone and combined.
But now that they had left her alone, she wouldn't deliver on that promise.
"Mi-Misaka understands…Misaka says as Misaka walks away sadly, holding back her tears like a big girl."
"We are truly sorry Administrator. Misaka apologizes."
As Last Order walked, she sniffled once more trying her best to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over and were stinging her eyes.
WORST smirked gleefully as she threw up ANOTHER bid for the top spot. Why could they understand that they were going to lose? They really should just stop. There was nothing that was going to wreak the date between her and her favorite-
"Just remember our deal, nee-chan." Junior called out from behind the busty Misaka clone, making her twitch in irritation.
That's right…there was only thing; her 'mysterious' benefactor that had given her the money to spend on Accelerator.
"I know, I know." She snapped.
"Also when you win, put me up on your shoulders." Junior demanded.
"…Why…?" WORST had to wonder who this brat thought he was? He was totally uncute and a real ass.
Just like her, to be honest.
Maybe that was why she had taken a liking to the kid.
"So he can see me better and despair upon realizing what awaits him in the near future." Junior said, grinning so broadly that his fangs were bared and gleaming in the darkened auditorium. "We're going to have so much fun, nee-chan."
"Fine, whatever you say." Misaka WORST raised her hand once more ready to call out another bid when the sounds of a familiar strangled sob caught her attention.
Wonder just who was crying, she began to look around as was surprised to find Last Order. How odd; she had even heard the young girl ever since Accelerator's bidding war begun.
Sighing heavily, WORST made her way over to young girl.
"Huh, nee-chan, where are you going?" Junior called out to her, confused as to why the older girl would just up and leave suddenly. "We're so close to winning!"
"I'll be right back, brat, don't get your diaper in a bunch," WORST called back over her shoulder as she headed towards the young Misaka clone. "What's wrong, Last Order? Why aren't you up there bidding?"
Last Order glanced up at WORST as the tears she had been holding back for so long finally falling.
"The-the others left Misaka to make a bid for the Savior. Misaka explains as she tries to wipe away her tears."
The older-looking Misaka nodded, feeling the barest hints of sympathy for the younger girl. She could understand how the young girl was feeling.
Last Order had spent days talking to the others on the network, begging and pleading. So when they finally agreed, the young girl was just a bundle of energy and excitement. Glancing up at the young man on stage, WORST sighed deeply before turning towards Last Order once more.
"You really want this, don't you?" she asked roughly. The young girl nodded, sniffling softly. Popping her neck, WORST demanded "How much do you have?"
The crying girl held out a single 10,000 yen bill; all the money that Yomikawa had given her earlier that day.
"That it?" Last Order nodded once more.
WORST sighed as she glanced at the albino esper on stage, knowing that she'd probably regret this.
Upon seeing the last line of info, however, the one stating that he was a rumored lolicon, she smirked.
She could make this work for her and Last Order. Oh the despair that would befall the young man.
"Come on brat, we got us an auction to win." The older Misaka clone declared, grabbing the young girl's hand and pulling her back up to the front where Junior stood waiting, glaring at her.
"Where have you been? The auction's almost over." Junior growled. He hadn't gathered up a million yen just to lose.
"I got us some reinforcements, brat." WORST said, her lips curing into a leering grin. Junior raised an eyebrow at the older girl before glancing at the young girl she had brought along with her. His face flushed red as he stared at the young girl.
She…she was cute, he decided as his heart beat wildly. He shook his head, trying to clear his head of such thoughts at the moment. He had an auction to win.
"Fine, but hurry up."
"As you wish, young master~." Misaka WORST teased as she held up both hers and Last Order's hands up high and called out loudly. "910,000!"
Silence fell upon the audience as a light fell upon the two sisters. Accelerator glared at the older Misaka clone, pissed that she'd try something like this, but his glare instantly softened upon seeing Last Order.
"Ah…alright, are there any other bids?" No one said a word beyond a few whispers wondering just HOW the two sisters had gathered up such a large amount of money. "Going once…"
"Going twice…" The older Misaka clone could feel her pride swell up inside; well, that and just plain evil thoughts on what she'd be doing later.
"SOLD! To the cute sister combo for 910,000 yen!" Keniichi yelled out, as cheers, applause, and hollering were hot on his heels.
The busty Misaka clone smirked as she squat down, letting the blonde haired boy climb up onto her shoulders. As she stood up, she could feel Accelerator's glare directed upon her, but also upon the boy on her shoulder.
"You…" Accelerator growled out, rage building up inside just from the sight of the brat on the bigger brat's shoulders. "…what're you doing here?"
"Hello… brother dear," Junior chuckled. "We're going to have SOOO much fun later…"
Accelerator growled, almost tempted to flick his collar on and take out the blonde brat having him become a shooting star, just like his damned father. He decided against it because he worried that maybe it'd scar Last Order.
He settled for just glaring at the two lousy brats as they stepped on stage to pay. He could tell that nothing good was going to come from his dates with them, though the date Last Order might make it better.
Maybe.
Keniichi chuckled softly as he turned to look at the crowd once more.
"Well, then, ladies and gentleman, it's time for the FINAL auction of the night." People murmured wondering WHO was going to follow the number one esper in the city. Some guessed that the auction would just fail horribly and go cheap. "So please come on stage, Kamijou Touma!"
People applauded politely as Touma stepped on stage, several squeals of excitement could be heard.
"Welcome back on stage, Kamijou-san." Keniichi greeted as he glanced at his PDA. Apparently, there was no info for him to say, so he figured that letting the boy speak for himself was fine and dandy. "Do you have anything you would like to say before we begin?"
"Uh…" The spiky-haired boy began, nervous butterflies in his stomach. "…I don't have much beyond that I hope I have a nice time with someone…I guess?"
The MC chuckled politely. "Interesting choice of words, I suppose. Well then, why don't we start at 100 yen?"
A hundred yen was the lowest starting bid for ANYONE of the evening. That amount depressed Touma, but what he didn't know was that he wouldn't be depressed for too long.
"200!"
"300!"
"400!"
"500!"
His price continued to increase. Apparently, the young man on stage seemed to have a veritable amount of fans in the audience. Although…it didn't seem that there was much…at least not yet.
Himegami sighed happily as she stared at her hero on stage. So THIS is what Kumokawa-sempai meant by the real show. She'd be a fool if she let a chance like this pass her by.
"…I'm going Fukiyose-san." Himegami declared before rushing forward leaving her friend stunned.
"O-oi! Himegami! Wait up!" Fukiyose called out, trying to keep up with her friend's almost inhuman speed. "Are you REALLY going to be on him?"
Himegami nodded, turning to face Touma with a small happy smile on her face. Seeing her face, Fukiyose sighed before smiling at her friend.
"Well, I suppose that there's no use in trying to stop you." The 'Iron Wall' girl said as she took a glance at her classmate on stage. Part of her noticed a strange tightening feeling in her chest as she stared at him. "Y-you'd better expect me not to help bid on him…"
Himegami chortled somewhat before nodding. "I understand, though your tsundere like response doesn't give you much credit."
Deep Blood smiled as she turned back towards the stage and raising her hand up high yelling, "1,500!"
Misaka Mikoto smirked as she watched the people bid desperately for a chance with the idiot up on stage. Shortly after he had appeared on stage during Kongou-san's auction and she realized that he was up on the table for auction, she knew she had to make a phone call.
In spite of her mother's incessant teasing about why her daughter needed the money; Misaka Misuzu had agreed to let her daughter use 200,000 yen for the date auction. With that much money in her account, she knew she had this thing in the bag, now all she needed to do was be patient and wait.
"Onee-sama," A voice said from behind her.
Spinning around to see who was calling her, she came face to face with not just one but SIX identical looking faces mirroring her own.
"Ara, 10032-chan, what's up?"
"We have a proposition to make. Misaka says holding up a briefcase."
"What kind of deal?" Misaka stared intently at her sister. She wasn't going to give up here so easily.
"We wish to purchase the savior, but we realized we need more help in doing so, Misaka states in the hopes of convincing the original."
"So you want to combine forces in order to get him?"
The six Misaka clones nodded their heads at once.
Misaka mumbled to herself as she considered her options. On one hand, she didn't really want to share with anyone. But if she didn't share, there could be a chance that she'd lose the bid war and miss out on this chance. Then again, she should be good big sister to them and let them join up with her. Plus, with what they could potentially have, they could blow anyone else out of the water.
The pros outweighed the cons, so Misaka had no other choice, but to take their offer.
But first she had to find out how much they had to bring to the table.
"…Alright, I'll take your offer. How much do you guys have?"
"We have 100,000 yen currently. Misaka reports and wondering how much the original has brought with her in return."
Mikoto grinned proudly at her sister's strange way of speaking. "With your 100,000 and my 200,000, we should be able to beat anyone else and win…barring any unforeseen circumstances that cause the price to skyrocket."
Deep in the Windowless Building, Aleister Crowley smirked as he watched the auction slowly winding down, the price for Imagine Breaker settling comfortably around 30,000 yen.
The amount of money that Kamijou Touma was going for, at the moment, was far more than what even he had expected, but still within his plans.
His eyes flickering across several screens, Crowley gave a faint smile of pleasure as he remote activated the program he had Musujime upload earlier to the computers mainframe.
This program was nothing more than a simple information packet that would upload itself to Haruno's PDA when the power surged.
The REAL fun was just about to begin.
Keniichi blinked worriedly as the power shut off for a few seconds before turning back as if nothing had happened. His PDA pinged loudly, informing of a message for him. Checking it out, he was surprised to see that there indeed WAS info for the participant on stage.
How strange.
Why didn't they send this to him earlier?
Maybe it was just a ploy by the directors of the auction in an attempt to try and drive the sales up.
No matter. He tapped his screen a few times before the screen powered up and displaying the info on the screen behind him for all to see.
"Well ladies and gentlemen…" the MC began, the bidding pausing for the moment. "Apparently, I have just been sent some info on Kamijou-san. Let's see what they have to say about him, shall we?"
People began to listen to intently.
This HAD to be good stuff right?
Maybe he was important?
Maybe he had some super special awesome ability.
"Kamijou-san here enjoys a good video game or two, hanging with his friends on lazy Sundays and…" Keniichi read aloud. "Is known as Kamiko Touka in the highly rated adult film 'Righteous Arm of…the…Devil…'"
As Keniichi trailed off at the end, he slowly turned to look at the boy…no, at the MAN…beside him, his eyes wide in shock.
Silence filled the room as every eye in the room turned to look at the MAN on stage.
They couldn't believe it.
HE was the guy that people had gone crazy over?
The one that people spent AGES on trying to figure out just WHO he really was.
Now, here he was.
On stage, and…
up for auction.
Touma groaned pitifully as his let his head fall into his hands, hiding his beet red face.
That was it.
His life was over. He'd be ostracized from everyone and they would just look at him weirdly.
"Such misfortune…" He whispered, his hands cradling his head.
"Is…is this TRUE, Kamijou-san?" The older gentleman asked. He HAD to find out. He was a HUGE fan of that movie. "Are you REALLY Kamiko Touka?"
"I didn't want people to find out about this…" Touma groaned, his face hot and red from sheer embarrassment. Index was going to kill him, never mind how his parents would react. "Not like this… "
"So it IS true then?" Touma could only nod his head numbly. His life was over and would NEVER be normal again…at least by Academy City standards.
"You heard it here folks!" Keniichi roared loudly, excited that he was next to a star, and a PORN star at that. "Kamijou Touma-san is NONE OTHER than Kamiko Touka!"
The silence that had dominated the entire room was replaced by not only thunderous applause and general mayhem, but also howls of joy, anger, hate, and excitement. Apparently, everybody in the room had one reaction or another to this news.
Some men felt pride for knowing that this MAN on stage was able to bag one of the hottest, if not THE hottest, adult film star in Japan.
Other men felt anger, hate, and rage. Mainly because they knew the boy personally and that he'd say that he had the worst luck on a daily basis and had continue to say it even AFTER the movie.
The women on the other hand…their reactions were almost like the men, save for a special few.
Misaka Mikoto, having only a few scenes from the entire movie, blushed heavily as she vividly remembered that particular clip. Her face was so red that steamed poured out of her ears, and she seemed that was almost ready to pass out.
Thankfully, her six sisters made sure that their 'older sister' didn't fall down and pass out. While having already known about their savior's involvement in the film, they still blushed as they recalled the adult scenes that they'd obsessively watched frame-by-frame. They'd wanted to be sure that the Savior was in that movie, after all.
Index, never having known about this little incident AT ALL, turned scarlet. Her fangs were bared, ready and willing to sink themselves into Touma's head as punishment for participating in THAT type of film.
Kanzaki Kaori, Agnese Sanctis, and Itsuwa were red-faced like everyone else. Still, they'd stand their ground, ready and more than ever willing to make their bid for Touma. They'd need to be in confession for several hours, repenting for their so called 'sins' afterwards…
Orsola Aquinas, being more of a space case than her associates, blushed furiously and shook her head mumbling quietly to herself, "No, no, Kamijou-san…not there.."
But out of all these women, there was none more shocked then Fukiyose Seiri. The 'Iron Wall' girl was scared, surprised, and actually kinda happy upon hearing the news.
Naturally, she was mortified to find out that the man she'd been pining for, ever since she had seen that movie, was actually the one guy in her class who she had talked to on a (almost) daily basis.
The large breasted girl was conflicted. She didn't know whether or not to jump for joy in being able to FINALLY meet the man she had been wanting, or to slug Kamijou Touma in the face for playing with her feelings like this, in spite of the fact that he had no clue that he had done anything to her.
Unfortunately for all of them, this shocking bit of revelation had not only failed to stop the bidding, but also reignited the audience's passion.
A massive all-out brawl promptly erupted for the right to go out with the man on stage.
Fists flew, kicks were thrown, and catfights were quick to erupt…well, the list goes on and on.
But it didn't take long for people to form groups and start throwing out their bids once more.
"50,000!"
"60!"
"70!"
"Short hair!" A voice called out, catching the Electroshock princess off guard. There was only ONE person in the entire city that called her that.
"I keep telling you…It's Mi-sa-ka Mi-ko-to!" the level 5 Railgun shouted as she turned to look at the silver-haired nun to her left. "What do you want?"
"I heard you and your…" Index said looking at the six Misaka clones trying to find to the right word to say. "...Sisters…are grouping up to try and get Touma."
"Yeah? What of it?"
"I want in." The gluttonous nun said with a sharp look in her eye.
Misaka raised an eyebrow at the nun in white. "Do you have any money?"
Index nodded as she pulled off her cap and reached into it. Pulling out the small wad of cash, she held it out to the Railgun.
"Is this enough?"
The short haired young lady raised an eyebrow as she took the offered cash and began to count it quickly. Apparently, the young nun had about 50,000 yen on hand.
How she held onto that much money all this time without spending, Mikoto did not know or care.
The problem now was whether or not to actually let Index into the group. She definitely had the money, but did she REALLY want to let the group grow larger than what it was now? She knew that she probably should, just to ensure that she would win this auction.
"Come on, Short Hair." Index called out grumpily, frustrated that the Tokiwadai student was taking so long to decide. If she didn't hurry, the auction would be over. "We don't have all night."
"Fine fine, you're in." Mikoto said crossing her arms. As much as she didn't want to have to share any more than she needed, it was better in the end.
"Good, now how much-"
"Index-san?" a voice called out interrupting the nun. "Is that you Index-san?"
Index whirled about, spotting Itsuwa, Kanzaki, Orsola, and Agnese. Itsuwa was the one that had called over. The small group of four Necessarius members made their way over to them.
"Itsuwa-san! Kanzaki-san! What a surprise to see you both here." Index exclaimed, smiling as she greeted the four them with a bow. "What are you doing here?"
"We're here for the auction." Kanzaki Kaori said as she glanced at the stage, a very faint blush on her face. "That's it really."
"I thought we were here to try and make a bid for Kamijou-san, Kanzaki-san?" The large-breasted blonde nun, Orsola Aquinas, said with an innocent look on her face.
"Oh, you're here for Touma too?" The silver haired nun asked. "Would you guys care to join us? I can get you in our group if you got enough money."
"…Are you sure that's such a good idea though?" Agnese asked, taking in the large amount of people around them. "If we're all after the same thing, then aren't we enemies?"
"That's true, but sometimes even enemies need to pair to obtain victory against a greater enemy." Itsuwa offered before blushing as the others stared at her. "Di-did I say something wrong?"
"No…what you was right." Kanzaki sighed, motioning towards the large amount of people surrounding them. "So…I think we'll have to take you up on your offer."
"Great, I'll just-"
"Excuse me…" Another voice called interrupting the group. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about making up a group to try and purchase Kamijou-san."
Index took a look to her left before she smiled broadly. Himegami and her friend Fukiyose had approached them.
"Oh, Himegami," The silver haired nun nodded towards Deep Blood. "What's up?"
"We, Fukiyose and myself would like to join…if that's all right?"
"O-oi! Himegami!" Fukiyose hissed, her face flushing red. "What're you saying? I didn't agree to this!"
Himegami gave her only close friend a friendly smile. "You may not have said it, but I've noticed that you have wanted to join in…so why not?"
The large-breasted faux class rep only glared at her friend briefly before sighing and nodding her head, her friend's words ringing true for her. It wasn't that she didn't WANT to bid, it was just that it was too embarrassing for her after always trying to deny anything related to the boy.
"Fine…I'll throw in 40,000…" Fukiyose mumbled, pulling out the cash from her wallet and handing it over to the black haired girl.
"See? Was that so hard?" The vampire-killing priestess turned high school student asked before turning back to Index. "So can we?"
As Index opened her mouth once more, ANOTHER voice called out to them.
"If you're going to let them in, then let me join in as well." The voice said, stepping out from behind Fukiyose with a playful smirk on her lips. "I'll contribute a good chunk."
"Kumokawa-sempai?" Himegami raised an eyebrow. "Is this what you meant earlier? That this being the real show?"
"Hehe…yeah." The third-year giggled. "Pretty interesting, isn't it?"
Turning to look at the Nun in white and clothes pin, she gave a friendly smile.
"So? Can I join up then?"
"Hrmm…" Index growled, debating on whether or not to actually let the girl join.
"I'll offer 80,000 yen as my contribution." Kumokawa offered, holding out a stack of small bills.
"…All right. You're all in." Index shrugged. "Let's go let short hair now about you all."
As the now-somewhat large group met up with Misaka Mikoto again, she nearly blew a gasket at how many more people had joined up, thanks to the gluttonous nun. But she quickly calmed down when she learned just how much money that each of one of them was willing to contribute towards the group total.
"Ok…let me get this straight…." The 3rd Level 5 said as she rubbed her temples as she decided to go over each person's contribution starting. "You're contributing 50,000."
The silver-haired girl nun nodded her, her arms crossed over her chest. She was a tad upset with short-hair by now. What did it matter how many people joined? As long as she got to go on a date with Touma, she'd be fine.
Pointing to the small group of foreign woman, Misaka demanded. "You four are putting up 200,000?"
The tall big breasted girl with the pony tail nodded her head in confirmation.
Turning to the three local high school girls from that idiot's school, she sighed softly. "…and you three are adding 170,000?"
All three girls nodded their heads, one of them smirking at Touma who seemed to be growing more and more nervous on stage.
"…And you…" Mikoto whispered glaring at the red haired twin girl that had hurt Kuroko so badly. "…you want to add 20,000?"
Musujime Awaki just smirked as she nodded. "Hey now, with all of here, we're up to quite a pretty penny. I don't think anyone here is going to be able to out bid us."
As much as she hated to admit it, the teleporter was right; especially with the final two people helping.
"Saten-san…" The Level 5 said politely to her good friend. "…you want in and are willing to add 10,000?"
"Hehe…" Ruiko giggled, nodding with embarrassment. She didn't understand entirely just WHY she had joined up; maybe it was because she wanted to get know the man on stage a tad better. Maybe it was because she wanted to help out a good friend was trying so hard.
Turning to glare at the final person who had joined up, she couldn't help but hate that the young woman had not only her face, but also a MUCH bigger bust line then what she did.
"Why are you even here? You've already won a date with someone else."
"Maybe because I wanted to see just how much pissed off he'd get if I went out with the guy he hates the most," Misaka WORST said, smirking darkly as she crossed her arms under her large chest.
What she said was true, though. She still had some money left from Junior's "venture" and he had no problem with her spending it how she fit…as long as he got to spend some time getting to know his new "friend", Last Order. She did want to see how angry the teen could get, maybe making some teasing comments before he snapped and tried to kill the Hero.
"If you don't want me, here…then maybe I'll go and make my own group MUCH larger than yours, and win. How's that, hmm?" The buxom short-haired girl teased.
This was so much fun. Pushing her "younger" self's buttons was so easy.
Misaka sighed deeply. As infuriating WORST was, she was still her sister. Plus, an extra 100,000 yen meant that there was absolutely no way that they could lose.
"Fine fine…you can join." She said, shaking her head. "So, much are we up to so far?"
"860,000 yen." Index said immediately. Having a perfect memory at times was great, but at others…it was a curse. She flushed red as she remembered the time she'd accidentally walked in on Touma in the bath.
"Right…" Taking a deep breath, she turned to the others. "Are you guys ready?"
Everybody nodded their heads in unison. It was now or never.
"Let's do this then." As they raised their hands all at once, they yelled in chorus. "860,000!"
The entire audience fell silent as they all turned to look at the group of young women that had made such an audaciously large bid.
Nobody knew what to say.
They weren't sure there was anyone left that could match that bet…
Sadly, there still were people that could do just that.
"900,000!" A lone voice called out, louder than the rest.
Once more, nobody said a word. The woman that had made the latest bid now pulled off her hat and undid her jacket, letting her bountiful bust bounce freely and her blonde hair fall past her shoulders from its bun. There was something familiar about the smirking blonde beauty, but nobody could tell just-
"A-Aoi-san?" Touma sputtered, shocked. How…how did she know he was going to be here?
But in the absolute silence that had befallen the auditorium, Touma's squawk of surprise might as well have been an air horn next to a dog's ear.
That was it.
That's where people knew her from.
This busty blonde beauty was the illustrious and gorgeous Hayashi Aoi, who'd been Kamijou Touma's partner and costar in Righteous Arm of the Devil, and a major contribution to its immense popularity.
"Hi Touma-kun~…" Aoi cooed, smiling confidently and giving him a flirty wave. "I hope that you're doing well."
"I-I am…" He mumbled, his heart beating furiously at the sight of the lovely older woman that taken his virginity. She'd only become more beautiful since the last time he'd seen her.
"That's good." She said smiling. "I can't wait till our-"
"One. Million. Yen," A sharp feminine voice called out, spooking the audience into cognition.
People whirled around to see just who had this amount of cash. The voice belonged to a tanned woman, who seemed to be about Aoi's age, and had a black bob haircut, gold earrings, and a pair of sharp blue eyes. She was staring at the people around her and seemed to be daring ANY of them to try and outbid her.
Aoi growled as she stared at the bob cut woman. How DARE this bitch try and take Touma away from her? She'd get him back, and she knew exactly how to do it; by looking around for the group that she'd outbid earlier.
Spotting them quickly, she made her way over to them, her face set in stone.
"Excuse me." She called out to the group. "But I have a question for you all: Do you REALLY want to lose to her? Because if you don't, then let's join forces. With all of our money combined as one, there is absolutely no way for us to lose."
The eighteen other women just glared at her, pissed off that she would even talk to them after screwing them over so handily. It was a perfect-justifiable reaction, but they knew that she was speaking the truth deep down.
As the group began to discuss their terms, Keniichi figured that enough time had passed and that it was time for the last call on the auction.
"Well, then…We're currently are one million yen." Keniichi said loudly. The audience knew that this was it. "Going once!"
"Going twice!" Most people had figured it was over, and while some were sad to see that Touma wouldn't be going on a date with the lovely Hayashi Aoi, others felt ecstatic that his so called "Godly Luck with Women" was going to end with only one woman.
As the group began to come together once more, Aoi raised her hand and called out loudly.
"1,760,000 yen!"
That one call quickly put to rest any doubter's thoughts on Touma's "Godly Luck with Women" and only put him on a MUCH higher pedestal now.
"R- right…" Keniichi stuttered, still blown away that the unassuming Kamijou Touma could be THIS popular. When the bids had first started, he didn't seem anything special, perhaps something that the directors had whipped up in order to end the auction on a low note.
But now that idea was completely changed.
Apparently they'd saved the VERYbest for last. "We're currently at 1.76 million yen! Are there any other bids?"
No one said a word. The nineteen women kept their fingers hoping and praying for the best. This was it, though; their last hurdle. If they could outbid the woman that had appeared at the last moment, then Touma would be theirs.
"Going once…" The tan woman glared at the girls, more especially at Aoi.
"Going Twice…" The tan woman snorted loudly as she stomped away, angry that she had lost the man she had fallen in love with all those weeks ago.
Now that she'd found out his identify, however, she'd pull down her request and try again later. Maybe then, she'd have a better chance at him then.
"SOLD! For 1.76 MILLION Yen!" Keniichi roared, the entire audience bursting into cheers and applause excited that it was FINALLY over. "Congratulations, Kamijou Touma! You have not only sold for the HIGHEST amount of money all evening, but you singlehandedly more dates of anyone else at tonight's auction! I truly envy you,son, and I do hope that you and your dates have fun."
Touma chuckled weakly as he nodded. He could feel them again, eyes…lots of them. All focused on him and him alone. Slowly turning towards the group that had won him, he could see all those hungry eyes. He gulped, slowly took a step back as each woman walked over to him circling him.
"Uhh…hi…." He ventured weakly, blushing faintly. "So…how is everyone?"
"Well Touma…" Index said as she slid up to his side and wrapped herself around one arm, a vicious look in her eyes. "I think we ALLneed to have a discussion with you."
"Exactly right," Misaka Mikoto agreed, sliding up to his other side and wrapping herself around his other arm. Touma twitched as he noticed her eyes promising plenty of pain if he didn't come with them right then and there."Let's all go somewhere more private and talk, shall we? We'll talk about many things… your movie, for instance."
Touma gulped, that feeling of fear welling up in his stomach again.
This…would not end well for him.
Not one bit.
There was nothing that he could do as he was dragged away by the two smaller girls, the rest of the others following in their wake, some hoping that they could avoid having Touma hurt.
As Accelerator watched Touma being dragged away, he couldn't help but growl. That damn hero made him lose the bet. How the flying fuck was HE so popular with women?
The Level 5 Vector Esper frowned as he turned to leave, but came face to face with his large-breasted roommate and guardian. More to the point, his face was buried deep into the Marshmallow Mountains; a position that many of Yomikawa's male coworkers would've killed to be in.
Yomikawa chuckled as she pulled him free. "Well, well, well…" she taunted him, keeping her hands on his shoulders. "Someone's lost a bet."
"Get the fuck outta my way, you big-breasted hag." Accelerator snarled, trying to shove the woman's hands off of him. But she had quite the grip on him.
"Ohh no, no, no…" The Anti-Skill captain said as she pulled him close. "You seemed to have forgotten the matter of our little wager, did you not?"
"Like hell I'll keep that to damn wager." The albino spat, his glare at full power. It seemed to have absolutely no effect on the taller woman. "You can take that bet and shove it."
"Then you don't mind if I tell Last Order that you don't keep your word, do you?" Yomikawa sneered. "If she can never trust you with promises, it'll break her little heart."
Accelerator kept quiet as he stared at the woman. He wasn't quite sure on whether or not she was bluffing, but…if it involved keeping that damn brat happy and quiet at times…
"Fuckin' fine!" He yelled, much to the delight of the blue haired woman. "I'll do the damn community service, just leave me the fuck alone."
"Good, good…but remember." Yomikawa said , releasing the young teen. "It's not community service; it's volunteer work."
The Strongest Esper rolled his eyes as he stalked away, sulking that not only had he lost the bet, but that he'd been forced into working with Judgment for two weeks without pay. This night could NOT get any worse…
"Oh 'Brother'~, where are you?" The sound of a young boy called out, his voice full of naughtiness. "We wish to talk to you."
"Yeah…come out Accelerator! Misaka calls out as Misaka looks for him."
Accelerator growled as he cursed himself for tempting fate like that.
He quickly ran, hoping to find a nice quiet spot to sulk. At least for tonight he hoped.
Overall, the entire auction was a MAJOR success.
All 5 Level 5 espers had sold off for a good chunk of change.
Judgment and Anti-Skill themselves had made a large amount of money themselves.
But the REAL diamond of the evening was Kamijou Touma.
Crowley smirked as he counted up the complete total. The auction had come to about 4.5 million yen.
A good amount and plenty for him to give out to Judgment, Anti-Skill, and the Child Errors while keeping the rest of it for himself and his plans.
What the people did on their dates did not concern him.
If he was bored, maybe he would check in on Touma and his dates.
That unlucky boy was always fun to watch.
The only question now was… who was going to go first?
End of 'A Certain Date Auction'.
Well, that's it. I hope you all enjoyed this fic. I have put a lot of time and effort into this, so I do hope that you have found it enjoyable and entertaining.
This was an...interesting...endevour. I originally did not want to do this, but after a few encouraging words from others, and some ideas thrown around, I finally got it up and running properly.
So thank you for all that have stuck around till the ending patiently waiting and hoping to see it all come to a head and an end. I do hope that it was worth the wait.
I don't think I'll be working on any TAMnI fics in the near future, but I'll probably come back if I can find the right inspiration.
Once more, thank you for sitting through my fic and that I hope you enjoyed it.