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A Certain Game of 20 Questions

Prologue: A Hotel Room and Some Wine

"I can't believe they actually locked us in here…"

Kamijou Touma said, not really speaking to anyone but since there was only one other person in the room with him, he actually expected to receive a reply. Looking behind him and away from the recently locked door, he watched Misaka Mikoto as she organized the few things they had been provided with by their friends. Her back was facing him so he could not see what her expression was but he could guess that she was pretty nervous from how stiff her movements were.

Realizing that he would now have to deal with an emotionally stressed Mikoto, he could only mutter, "Such misfortune…"

'I can't believe this is happening! I thought we were supposed to set Ruiko and Accelerator up! Gah! Those traitors!' Slamming her pajama—(thank goodness Kuroko didn't replace it)—on the bed in front of her, she sighed, rubbing a finger against her forehead.

It just wasn't fair. She was the one who brought up the idea—after reading a very interesting screenplay—that they lock potential couples in a single hotel room for the last three days of their vacation. It was disguised as draw lots but Saten Ruiko and Accelerator's names were supposed to be the only ones in the draws.

She smiled softly—despite herself and the fact that her friends practically betrayed her—as she recalled the day that Ruiko admitted to her that she liked the white haired boy that has a permanent scowl on his face. Truth be told, Mikoto hadn't been surprised. Ruiko and Accelerator had been getting closer as the time passed by, and in the span of four years knowing each other and being friends (Accelerator would never admit that though), Mikoto was convinced that it was time for them to take the next step.

She turned to the side of the mini-kitchen when she heard a clattering sound, finding none other than her fellow victim browsing through the fridge. She just knew that this was one of her friends' more desperate attempts to get them together. They had known that she's had a crush on this certain spiky haired boy for years—yes, four years—and had been pestering her about confessing to him since the moment they found out. But even after four Valentines, four Christmases and three group vacations (this one being the third), she never did.

Mikoto never did get over her shy—and though she loathed to admit, tsundere—nature. Over the years she had become more mature, and though her violent tendencies had quieted down, she'd still pick a fight with that idiot rather than tell him how she felt.

Even after years of pinning over him, her crush never faded and instead grew to something more powerful. It was actually a big relief to her when his harem thinned out after a year of being inactive in the magic side but never got around to confessing.

There was a sudden crash from his direction and Mikoto barely caught a glimpse of falling cans before Touma practically pushed his body against the fridge to prevent them from falling out.

'Really, even though he looks older, he never changed,' Mikoto thought as he watched him stumble.

She would admit, he had grown nicely in the last four years. His spiky hair had been cut shorter, his build was larger and there was stubble growing on his face. Gone was the lanky boy and in his place was a man.

'Well, if it's him I have to spend seventy-two hours with…' her mouth twitched to a fond smile as she watched him struggle by the fridge. Leaving her things sprawled on the bed, she approached him. '…then I won't mind.'

"Need some help over there?"

Touma turned at the voice, seeing the amused face of Mikoto as she approached him.

"Ah… yes, please…"

She stood behind him, touching the fridge's door to keep it from opening further, "Keep your right hand away from the cans," she ordered and he obliged. A second later, the cans he was supporting with his body floated and neatly arranged themselves back to their proper places.

He sighed in relief and grinned as he turned to her, "Thanks. That ability of yours sure is handy."

She patted his shoulder, prompting him to retreat from the fridge as she took his place. "Don't treat my ability like it's a tool. Besides, if it wasn't for your misfortune, you wouldn't need my help as often as you do."

"I guess that's true…" he laughed dryly, silently lamenting on his luck. He then looked back at her when he heard her rummaging through the fridge. "Oi, what are you doing?"

"Checking our supply, of course," she mumbled without looking at him. After another moment, she let out a pleased sound, "Wow, they even put in some pretty good wine here. Look!"

He leaned away when she suddenly thrust the bottle at his face. His brow twitched at the sight of the bottle of red wine. He wasn't all familiar with the prices of wine but seeing the what-looked-like French words written on it, he could only assume that it was quite expensive.

Turning his gaze back to Mikoto, he asked, "So uhm… when you say 'pretty good'… how much exactly is this?" He had known this girl for four years and throughout that time, their mothers had become very good friends. Because of this, the Kamijou and Misaka households spent most of their vacations together thus resulting to the two of them spending a good portion of their breaks in each other's company. He never minded though, and was actually quite thankful for it. He came to know Mikoto better because of those family outings and it resulted to a better relationship between them.

Being friends with Mikoto-ojou-sama though also brought about learning her tastes—most of which could make his wallet cry—so the phrase 'pretty good' may translate to 'expensive as hell!' in his language.

"How much?" she tilted her head lightly in thought, "If I remember correctly this type should only be about twenty-five thousand yen."

He could feel his wallet was in tears.

"How?! How can people spend that much money on liquor?!"

She frowned at his outburst, "Oi, don't make it sound like drinking wine makes you an alcoholic. It's mandatory in fine dining. Besides, did you know that wine is actually good for your health? You'll live longer if you drink some occasionally."

"That's not the point! Twenty-five thousand for a bottle?! Just how many bottles of soda can I buy with that?!"

"Sodas are bad for your health you know."

"Like I said! That's not the point!" he finally sighed in defeat while she merely looked at his slumped form quizzically, "Man, even after being friends with you for years, I still can't get used to your ojou-sama way of spending."

"Oi. What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's nothing, ojou-sama~"

Mikoto narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing. Instead, she closed the fridge, putting the bottle of wine back in its place, and walked around the kitchen, opening cupboards as she went.

Touma raised an eyebrow as he followed her with his gaze. "What are you looking for?" He asked but she merely continued with her task, not even acknowledging him. After a moment of not getting any response, he sighed, "I'm just gonna fix our stuff," he told her, heading away from the kitchen. He usually did it when their families take a vacation together so she shouldn't mind. "And I'll be taking a shower first, okay?"

He didn't get a reply and honestly, he didn't expect one either. Sighing again, he wondered how he should apologize, even though he had no idea what he did to offend her. He didn't want the person he'd be stuck with for seventy-two hours to be mad at him after all.

"Such misfortune."

Touma lay horizontally on the bed, waiting for his current roommate to finish taking her shower. There was only one bed in the room and though it was queen-sized, for a man and a woman to sleep together on the same bed was incredibly inappropriate. Not to mention, his roommate would probably blow a fuse if they share the bed.

"Thank goodness it's summer. The floor won't be so cold." He muttered, savoring what little time he had to enjoy the softness of the bed. He missed his own already.

His head jerked up when he heard the bathroom door open, revealing his roommate in a white sleeping shirt (he noted the pink frills at the bottom and the end of the sleeves) and a green short shorts with a picture of Gekota on the right hip. A towel was perched around her shoulders as she dried her damp hair, all the while walking towards where he was.

He could feel the tips of his ears burn slightly at the sight of her crossing the kitchen to approach him (and the bed). Over the years they had been friends, the tomboy he knew had grown into a very fine young woman. Her good looks had matured and so did her once humble body. Her chest had greatly developed and her already long creamy legs had become harder to ignore. He wasn't totally oblivious of how beautiful she was—contrary to popular belief—and had more than one occasion found himself staring at the hazel haired girl during their many family vacations. He has yet to be caught though and would prefer to keep it that way so he swiftly turned his gaze back to the ceiling.

Although mentally, he was still struggling.

'Dammit. Is it just me, or her pajamas get shorter every vacation we go to?'

"Oi," he turned his head to her who was already standing by the foot of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest and a delicate eyebrow was raised in his direction, "You don't intend to sleep on the bed, do you?"

His brow rose as well, mimicking her expression, "Oh, so you're talking to me again?"

"You don't see any other idiots I can talk to."

"Well then, soooorrryy,"—he dragged out the word dryly—"for being an idiot and getting you mad at me without even knowing." He huffed, facing the ceiling once again.

He heard her let out a low growl before sighing. Sitting at the foot of the bed, she laid down perpendicular to him, settling her lightly damp hair on his stomach. Her action was innocent enough—like he mentioned, they had spent a lot of time together in their family vacations and had grown close enough that him laying his head on her lap, or her putting her legs over his was normal—but his pulse still jumped at the contact.

"I wasn't mad—irritated, but not mad," she admitted and silently, he reveled at how less dishonest she had become with him compared to four years ago, "I really didn't know what to retort, but then I suddenly realized something about the wine."

"You finally acknowledge how expensive it really is?"

She slapped his bicep with the back of her hand, "Idiot. Are we really going back to that topic?"

"Biribiri, if you don't start seeing prices with normal eyes, you're gonna have to get married to a rich ouji-sama that will be able to fulfill all of your ojou-sama spending."

"Then I'll just have to find a rich ouji-sama then." She grinned at him before shrugging, "Won't be that difficult with papa's connections."

He felt his eye twitch involuntarily. So she wants to marry a rich bastard then? Not that he cared who she'd marry, but the guy would undoubtedly be a stuck up rich boy raised with a golden spoon in his mouth. Frankly, Touma didn't think she'd like someone like that. Sure, she may have been from a rich family (if her spending habits weren't enough of a clue) but she is in no manner a typical rich girl. She has money, but the way she acts is that of a normal girl raised in a normal family; not a snobbish bitch that looks down on people of not the same financial stature. So really, a rich guy was definitely not her type.

"I'm joking," she suddenly told him, turning her head on his belly to the direction of his face. She noticed his jaw clenched in slight annoyance and added, "C'mon, you know I don't care about that. What's got you riled up? You were the one who started it."

He felt her turn to her side and begin poking him on his chin. He was definitely not irritated about the topic of her marrying a guy that could provide for her a lot better than he could. Nope. Absolutely not. He just didn't like talking about her getting married to another guy. Period. …wait, that didn't really sound better in his mind.

Letting out a growl, he instead said, "So what was it again about the wine?"

He grabbed the hand that had been poking him before she replied, "Ah, changing the subject, are we?" when he was sure that the incessant poking was over, he let her go, but not without a grumble, "I just realized the reason why they deliberately left a bottle of wine."

He turned his head towards her, "It was deliberate?"

She nodded, "Mm-hm. And it has thirty percent alcohol content too. I'm still a minor. Did you really think they'd just leave it there knowing that?"

"Well, why did they leave it then?"

Her cute nose scrunched up at his question while her cheeks began to take on a light shade of pink, "Idiot. You really don't get it?"

"I'm asking you, aren't I?"

Her face bloomed into a deeper shade, "A boy and a girl locked in a single hotel room for three days," she stated as if he was dumb… well, maybe he was (just a little), "What do you expect to happen?"

Oh.

Oh…

He couldn't help but laugh nervously, "Ahaha… that's… very conducive."

"Do you even know the meaning of that word?" she suddenly asked, an eyebrow raised.

He looked dryly at her, his previous expression instantly wiped from his face, "I used the word, didn't I?"

She waved him off, "Doesn't prove anything,"

"I'm in my third year in college this coming semester. Couldn't you give me any credit for that?"

She shrugged amusedly, sitting up and smacking him on the stomach as she went, making him jerk up, "C'mon, let's do something fun. We have three whole days and I'm not wasting all of it lying on the bed. Our choices of activities are very limited but I'm not wasting my vacation."

He rubbed the place where she hit him. It didn't really hurt, but it was still tingling from the previous contact. "Who in the world thought of this stupid set-up anyway?"

She visibly flinched, making his eyebrow rise, before stiffly facing away from him as she nervously looked anywhere else but him, "Wh-who knows? It's such a stupid idea, isn't it? Ahahaha… haha…"

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her, "You didn't."

"D-didn't what?" she asked innocently, though the stutter was a dead giveaway.

"Biribiri…"

"F-fine! It was me, alright?!" she promptly stood up, blushing as she shrieked at him. "But I didn't plan this! Ruiko and Accelerator were supposed to be in this situation! Ugh, really those back-stabbing conniving little traitors!"

He merely stared at her, "You… were planning on setting Ruiko and Accelerator up?"

She glared at him, "Of course, you idiot. Haven't you noticed how head over heels in love that girl is with that sadistic bastard? Kami knows she needed the push."

"Calling him a 'sadistic bastard' doesn't really make it sound like you approve."

"Of course I approve! I wouldn't have thought of this plan if I didn't. And he calls me 'violent bitch'. That's just how we show our precious friendship."

He chose not to say a word about her overly sarcastic tone, "So if you were trying to set them up… how did we end up here?"

"Like I said, they betrayed me," she told him dryly before grumbling, "I am gonna make Kuroko and Kazari pay for this…"

He felt a little conflicted whether he should pray for their friends' safety or let Biribiri do as she pleased. While it was true that getting locked up in a room with no one but his violent friend as company hadn't been in his plan for their vacation, he realized that he really didn't mind. The Electromaster was one of his closest friends—if not the closest already—and he was actually rather thankful that of all people in their group, he had been stuck with her. Even with so many friends, he found it difficult to be in complete ease with anyone. Usually though, he hides his discomfort with an unbothered façade, as if he was oblivious of whatever awkward atmosphere had settled. Mikoto was easily one of the exceptions though, and he was a little amazed how everything felt at ease with her.

He'd never tell her that though, because if he knows Biribiri, and he's pretty sure he does, she'd turn zappy at him in embarrassment. And even after the friendship that had been built between them, her lethal lightning strikes still terrified him.

Scratching the back of his head as she continued to silently seethe, he told her, "Well, I still don't get why they chose to victimize us out of everyone. I mean, if the original purpose of this plan is to push two people together, why us? Seems like they wasted the opportunity to me."

He didn't notice how quickly she turned her head away from him when he spoke. He only realized her sudden change when she didn't reply after a moment, uncharacteristically becoming silent.

"Biribiri?" he called out to her.

"Y-yeah…" she responded, but the annoyed tone of her voice sounded forced and sad. "I don't know why they chose us either, ahaha… really, what were they thinking?"

Worry gripped his chest as she refused to face him, "Are you alright?"

After a second too long, she faced him with a bright smile making his brow twitch at how fake it was, "What do you mean? I'm absolutely fine! Why are you even asking?"

"Mikoto…" he slowly said her name in that tone that lets her know he was serious.

"I told you, it's nothing," she cheerfully waved him off as she turned towards the kitchen, "Want some snacks? I found a lot of chips around here when I did a house search. And hey, maybe we can try that wine. I may be a minor but I've had my fair share of champagne and cocktails. One of the ups of having a drunken mother I guess. I think my alcohol tolerance is strong enough to keep me sober through a couple of glasses."

He watched her silently as she spoke, no doubt trying to avoid his question. He sighed, knowing just how stubborn she was. He knew she wouldn't tell him if she really didn't want to, but he'd like to believe that their friendship is deep enough for her to ask for his help when she really couldn't handle whatever was bothering her.

Respecting her decision, he chose to wait.

Mikoto wanted to smack her head after her slip up earlier. What the hell happened to her? She could control her emotions better than that.

'That stupid, insensitive, dense idiot!' she silently fumed, but she knew that getting mad at him was merely a defense mechanism to prevent herself from wallowing in self-pity.

What he had said stung. His indifference and lack of interest with the possibility of them being together had struck her deeper than she thought it would. She shouldn't have been surprised though, she argues with herself, because not once in the four years of their friendship had he given any sign of interest in her. To him, she was just a friend and that was all she was and would ever be.

She paused from gathering whatever snacks she could find to lean against the sink that was just below the cupboard she was rummaging through. Stupid. She was the stupid one. Why did she even like that idiot anyway? She sighed, putting a finger against the bridge of her nose out of habit than anything else. And now, he was worried about her and she honestly didn't think she couldn't not accidentally confess if he decided to continue fretting over her.

She began to wonder if she'll even survive three days with him and keep their friendship intact. Something was bound to happen—though not as extreme as what the situation may suggest—that will change their relationship for good. The liquid courage that was still in the fridge would almost guarantee that. That was the very reason why she thought of locking her two friends inside this room. It would give them the push that they so desperately needed if they ever want to be together.

But it was different with her and Touma. Ruiko and Accelerator had mutual feelings about each other. She had a one sided affection for the idiot. Anything and everything that could've led to the couple's happy ending could only go downhill with her and Touma.

The thought only made her more depressed. Stupid Touma and his stupid heroic acts to save her life. Stupid long-term middle school crush that just won't vanish. Stupid Kuroko for (probably) thinking of this in the first place. Stupid wine Stupid puppy lov—

"Need some help?"

His voice made her jump and she whipped around to find him standing just behind her.

Putting a hand over her poor surprised heart, she told him, "Don't scare me like that."

A frown made its way to his face, "What's wrong with you? You never get surprised."

It was true, because of EM waves spatial sensing, no one should be able to creep up on her and several attempts of him trying to pull a prank on her over the last four years had made him aware of that. "I'm fine," she said. But when he didn't seem satisfied, she added, "Really, it's nothing you should worry about. I was just thinking."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

His thoughtfulness made her smile and she didn't try to hide it, "I know."

There was a long moment of silence as she stared at her feet while he continued to scrutinize her.

There he goes again, worrying about her. It should be illegal how much concern he shows her. It was this, she remembered, that makes her fall in love with him again and again. Truth be told, she had tried several times to get over him, but every time he does something so nice, something that makes her heart beat just a little faster, and then she'll wonder why she was trying to get over him in the first place.

She let out a soft sigh, knowing that she was once again going through that endless loop of trying to fall out but miserably falling back in love with him.

"Mikoto?"

"Why were you here anyway? I told you I'd get everything, right?" she dismissed his worried tone and pushed herself to sound merry. After all, worrying him was the last thing she wanted. Or else she would—

"I wanted to help you," he replied, scratching the back of his head a little sheepishly, "I was really worried and I just couldn't help myself. But if you don't want to talk about it, I wouldn't pry." He moved beside her, opening the cupboard where the glasses were kept. He took two wine glasses, a clinking sound resounding when the glasses bumped as he showed it to her with a grin, "Let's forget about it with that wine. I'll be with you until you're ready to tell me, or when you finally solve it yourself. Just don't push me away like that again, okay?"

…or else she would fall deeper in love with him.

A wry smile made its way to her lip before she broke out into a teasing smirk, "A~ah, it sounds more like you want me to get drunk so you can take advantage of me."

"Th-the hell?! What's with that sudden accusation?!"

"Ah, you didn't deny it."

"I am not a pervert!"

"What kind of pervert would admit to that?"

"Why, you little…" setting the wine glasses down, he promptly tried to grab her while she skillfully escaped, already expecting him to react that way, "Come back here!"

She responded in an overly sweet tone, "Oh no~ Kamijou-san is trying to harass me!"

"You! We're lucky we're the only ones in here! If Shirai-san heard that she would've had a jealous rampage and I would've been killed in less than a second!"

"Oh c'mon, you know Kuroko doesn't like me like that anymore. Didn't she just announce her engagement with Kimura-san a few days ago? She wouldn't have been jealous or would have killed you. Torture you, perhaps…"

She suppressed a grin when his face drained of color.

"Such misfortune!"

Oh well, just another ride around the loop, right?

They settled themselves at the foot of the bed, a blanket laid on the floor for them to sit on like a picnic. The chips and other snacks they found were haphazardly thrown around them as Touma attempted to open the wine bottle himself (albeit Mikoto's insistence that she could do it herself. Really, men and their pride).

Touma grunted as he tried to pull the cork off, having screwed the wine opener in it, "This is pretty—grunt—tough!"

Mikoto watched him worriedly, "Oi, are you sure you can do it?"

"No worries! Grunt—I got it. It's just a little—grunt—tight!" the cork popped off the bottle, "There! See? No problemo!"

She smiled a little, "What, you're learning American slang now?"

He gave her a boyish grin, "Hehe, just a little," he poured her some wine before handing her the glass. He then poured himself some as well, "But enough about me. I just remembered that you graduated last week. Sorry I wasn't able to come."

She shook her head, "It's fine. Shiina-san told me you were in the middle of your finals."

"Still, I wanna make it up to you. How about I treat you to dinner when we get home? You can choose whatever fancy restaurant you want."

"Can you afford it?" she inquired playfully.

His lips quirked to a proud grin, "Of course! I've saved up quite a lot of money this past year, you know? I even have enough for your birthday present."

She couldn't help but smile at that, "Well then, thank you very much. But I'd rather we have another movie night at your dorm. It's been months since I last came over."

"Well, there's absolutely no way am I gonna reject an offer that could help me save money," she giggled and he grinned, raising his glass towards her, "So let's have a toast, to you for graduating with top honors in Nagatenjouki."

She raised hers as well, "And to you for saving money from my graduation treat."

Clink.

"So have you decided which med school you're gonna go to?" he asked after they both took a sip.

"Not yet," she said, swirling the wine in her glass, "I already talked to Dr. Gekota and asked for his recommendations. I found out he didn't graduate from a very prestigious school but he told me to try for the best. I received acceptance letters from Harvard, Cambridge, Oxford and other universities a few weeks ago but I haven't decided yet."

He let out a whistle, "Those are really top tier universities, right there. As expected from our Level 5 prodigy," she gave him a dry look and he merely shrugged, "Well, with all those nice colleges I'm not surprised you can't make up your mind. Did Heaven Canceller tell you which one would be the best for your specialization?"

"He did, but I'm still debating whether I should study outside Academy City or just go to the Medical School that Dr. Gekota founded three years ago."

"ACMU, huh? You wanna work under him directly?"

"Well, that but I'm also trying to consider how advanced it is. Academy City's medical technology is still twenty years more advanced than the rest of the world. I just thought it might be advantageous for me since I want to be a neurologist. And it wouldn't be a bad school either. ACMU has skipped through the ranks over the past three years. This year, it was already in the top 20 medical schools in the world. In a few years, it's certain to surpass the other universities."

"That's true," he nodded, "And Accelerator's studying there too, right?"

She scoffed, "That's the only down-side to that."

"Shouldn't that be a good thing? I thought he helped a lot when you were trying to master controlling nerve impulses with your ability."

"Yeah, as a test subject," she grumpily said, viciously munching on a potato chip, "And between the two of us, he should be more thankful! Who do you think is the reason that he no longer needs a crutch or the Misaka Network to function?"

"Now, now, you both got something good out of it so it's a win-win situation, right?"

"As if. I could've gotten someone else. I was already confident with my ability that time so there wasn't really even any risk. And it was Ruiko who suggested it. That bastard should be grateful she likes him so much…"

He chuckled, "You know, I'm pretty amazed that you didn't lock Ruiko in a cage the moment you found out she met Accelerator. If I recall correctly, you were the one who told her to give him a chance when she found out about his past, right?"

"That's because he deserved one," she responded seriously, her gaze becoming far-off, "He saved Last Order so many times and protected my Sisters. And we were both equally at fault for what happened back then, so I couldn't wash my hands of everything without cleaning his name too. Those are the only reasons why we haven't murdered each other."

"That sounds like a rather shaky foundation for a relationship, considering you two seem to get along pretty well."

"Hmph. The only reason why I try to be civilized with him is because I want to be Ruiko's bridesmaid on their wedding. Not even that jerk could stop that."

He just shook his head, amused, "They're not even dating and already you're planning the wedding?" she stuck her tongue out at him in reply, "But speaking of weddings, has Shirai-san decided when it would be?"

"Well, she said she wanted to graduate high school first. Kimura-san agreed with her but they're still thinking whether they'd get married immediately after that or wait until Kuroko finishes her undergrad course first. Kimura-san is very patient but Kuroko seems to want to just get the whole wedding thing over with." She suddenly shivered, her gaze turning unfocused, "I think she's just excited about the honeymoon… the plans that girl already has in mind…"

Touma was a little confused but still seemed to find the ordeal quite funny, "I'm guessing Shaira-san's…bold… nature is kicking in?"

"No matter how old that girl gets, she'd still be a pervert."

He let out a laugh at that before saying, "But you know, for a pair of fixed-marriage couple, they get along really well."

"Oh, they care a great deal about each other alright." She told him with a smile, "They may not be in love with each other just yet but they're getting there fast."

"You know, you never did tell me how their marriage interview went. How did they meet? And how in the world did Shirai-san even begin consider someone that's not you as a suitable romantic partner?"

"Sorry, girl talk topic so my lips"—she moved her thumb and forefinger across her lips as if closing a zipper—"are sealed."

He almost rolled his eyes, "Girls."

"Boys," she retorted playfully, "If guys have a 'bros before hoes' thing, girls have a 'gals before pals'."

He gave her a look, "Did you just make that up?"

"Yes, and it will from here on forth, be listed under the girl code."

He only let out a chuckle, popping a chip into his mouth as she took another sip of the expensive liquor, "So what do you want to do now? We've got a lot of time to waste."

She paused for a moment, in thought, "Let's play 20 questions."

"What's that?"

She grinned as she explained, "We'll take turns to ask each other ten questions each. It could be anything about the other person, even really personal ones. But you have to promise that everything uttered in this room will stay in this room."

He shrugged, not really having any other ideas, "Fair enough. Are there any rules?"

"You can't repeat a question I already asked, and once you've stated your question, you can't change it. Also, you have to answer all of my questions truthfully. No half assed lies."

"Alright then. Bring it."

"Wait a sec," he watched her as she promptly stood and headed to one of the bedside drawers. Shuffling through it, she produced a single sheet of paper and a pen. Once she was seated beside him again, she neatly tore the paper into a strip before dividing it into twenty squares using the pen, having the dimensions 2 by 10. When she finished, she fished out two Gekota merchandise from her pocket; one was the normal shade of green while the other was pink with a bow.

He blinked at the items she held out to him, "Is that a finger doll?"

"It's for keeping track of the questions," she explained before thrusting the green one to his face, "Here, I'll even let you have Gekota! I'll just take Pyonko."

He couldn't prevent the amused smile that crept onto his face as he took it, "Alright then."

"One last thing," she suddenly held her pinky towards him, "Pinky swear first."

Again, he chuckled at another one of her childish acts, "Really?"

"Yes," was her only retort before sticking her tongue out at him.

He could only shake his head as he relented, "Fine."

They locked pinkies and together they chanted, "Yubikiri genman, uso tsuitara hari senbon nomasu, yubi kitta!"

And with that, their game of twenty questions began.

Author's Notes:

The Pinky Promise at the end means "Pinky promise pledge: If you're lying, I'll make you drink a thousand needles. Pinky promised!"

Just wanna say that I wan not supposed to post this here on FF this year XDD to those who have been reading my other story 'What Causes a Spark' this is the reason why i haven't updated XD sorry about that but I'm too excited for this haha!

To make it clear, this is 4 years after the timeline of To Aru so Mikoto is supposed to be 17 or 18 and Touma somewhere around 20 or 21. And yes, I made the main characters friends and totally eliminated the Magic side XDDD and if you think they're OOC, well, they're supposed to be. They grew up. Mikoto can't be a massive tsundere with Touma forever :)

I do ship SatenXAccel because for some reason, i find them cute... DON'T JUDGE! the Railgun girls also supposedly knows about the Sisters. How that happened, I still haven't an idea XD

About Kuroko getting engaged, I'd like to confirm that yes, Kimura-san is supposed to be a guy. I've always thought that maybe Kuroko is the daughter of some bigshot company president and she was to be heir XDD of course, the cliche reasons why there's an arranged marriage comes in and viola! Kuroko's engaged. And if some of you are hardcore MikoKuro fans or people that just believes Kuroko is a lesbian through and through, I have my reasons to believe that before Mikoto, Kuroko was straight.

*Spoilers Alert*

Exhibit A! (first and last): In Chapter 54 of the Railgun manga, Kuroko and the others had their memories tampered with by Misaki, thus making them forget who Mikoto was. During this ordeal, some bad guy decides to hold Uiharu and Misuzu-san hostage as leverage against Mikoto. Luckily, Kuroko was around and helped her get both Uiharu and Misuzi-san to safety. After the ordeal, Mikoto says some things that could make anyone (even me) develop a crush on her-(and I quote, "I trust you to protect her, Kuroko")-and gets Kuroko flustered. Kuroko retorts with a very unconvincing, "I DO NOT SWING THAT WAY!"

*Spoilers End*

So yeah, i think Kuroko was straight until she met Mikoto XDD Our Railgun-sama is so awesome!

The story of Kimura-san and Kuroko though... it is a story for another time and if enough people are interested or if i ever go around to writing it, I'll post it here ;)

If you can understand Filipino even just a little, I suggest you read the inspiration of this story, "20 Questions", a play written by Juan Ekis. It is simply amazing. It's taglish so... yeah...

Oh, and before I forget, don't tell anyone I let Mikoto drink alcohol, alright? She's still a minor hehe

You may have more questions about the pieces of information in this chapter so feel free to ask XDD although, i may not be allowed to answer some of them :))) spoilers, you know

~What do you think? Are you interested about the 20 Questions they're gonna play?

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~~61wisampa