Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Bane Sidhe ❯ Bane Sidhe: Last Order ( Chapter 4 )

Two days later I was working my food cart and saw Accelerator go by, chased by some thugs. One had a metal bat and swung for his head. The bat bounced and the thug got both his lower arms broken. That will be some time in casts. I called emergency services and gave them the info. I saw a group of thugs try to hit the kid and they all got broken bones. Then one of the wounded stood up and tried an energy blast at the kids’s back. I winced. Third degree burns on that one. I told emergency services about additional casualties. They showed up in two minutes and gathered the victims and sent them off to various hospitals. Attempted murder, multiple counts. They’d be on the street with their memories wiped in a few days. This is one of the things I really dislike about Academy City. Revolving door crime ignores victims and creates a climate of anarchy and distrust. Why bother calling the police if all they do is cleanup the immediate mess and arrest any survivors for later release?

That was when I saw her: Chibi Misaka. I was tempted to give her some food, but for once, my talent warned me to leave this be. So I watched and began closing up my cart with quick service to the last of my line of customers. I started pushing the cart in the direction of the two, heading for a restaurant.

A yellow sports car roared past me. I recognized the driver. That traitor. Damn that woman. I told her. I warned her. Tens of thousands of lives. I expected too much from an immoral scientist. The guy stepped out of his car, trying to see inside the restaurant. Capture or kill? I checked my talent. Accelerator gained nothing but comedy value from brain damage, and would be more useful if not crippled. The time was now.

I stepped away from my cart and walked across the parking lot of the family restaurant. A quickdraw double tap ended that villain and my silenced pepperbox was back in my pocket without anyone noticing inside. Spies get no human rights, especially ones planning mass murder on a city. Besides, I liked the sisters. They were amusing. I continued walking and went around the restaurant and returned to my cart, pushing it again.

I was reasonably sure I’d been caught on camera, but I already suspected that Crowley knew I was here, and what I was doing. I waited a block away, and saw Accelerator leave, alone. I went inside and rescued little Misaka clone with the help of a sister. The family resemblance made things easy. I paid for her meal and left a tip for the server. A bit later, I got her seated on a park bench and had one of the sisters hacking Last Order’s code to remove the virus. Unlike their scientists, the Network knew how to code and hack themselves. They’d worked out a virus scanner and used code replacement to fix the error messages. Little Chibi Misaka woke up.

“Good afternoon, young miss,” I greeted her.

“Misaka recognizes the anomaly Mister Shaun Davies. She thanks him for fixing her code, Misaka says.”

“As much as I agree with your plans to hang out with Accelerator as a reminder of what he’s done, and penance for his crimes, how about we help your health first? Also, are you hungry? It looked like you didn’t eat much of that meal.”

“Misaka is hungry, Misaka says.”

“How about you?” I asked the Sister.

“Misaka could eat, Misaka admits.”

I quickly fried them up some apple fritters, on my grill surface. They ate. We walked towards the Frog Face’s hospital. Sister escorted the younger looking Last Order inside and I waved them goodbye, heading for my storage area to cleanup my cart and noticed that I was passing by a dual story row apartment complex where Accelerator stood staring in at his trashed apartment. I sighed. Responsibility is a heavy burden. I’d caused this with the video. I parked the cart in a parking space and trudged up the stairs, carrying some food for him.

“Oi, you okay in there?” I called out. I heard him trudge to the door. Lots of trudging here.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Friend of Touma and the Sisters. I run a food cart. Sorry about this mess. You got people who can clean this up for you, or are you gonna move?” I asked him. He raised an eyebrow.

“You know, if you let the UV in, and take some vitamin C and D3, you’ll get your testosterone levels back up, and probably mature properly.”

“That’s what the doctors tell me,” he said. He was a genius, which is hard to remember.

“I can look after the little one, but I think she wants to live with you. There’s some of the sisters in the same building as Touma and I. There’s a couple apartments open. You might apply for one. They’re not great, but it’s well protected and other Zero’s in the building are high level, like Touma. They’re friends of his. I know you knew each other when you were kids. He’s a nice guy. And the original Misaka likes him.”

“Huh. Aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked.

“Isn’t that the big problem, being afraid of you?” I asked him. Being an adult is really different from being a kid like him. His expression crumbled. He looked around at the destruction of his apartment. Of the spray paint and insults on the walls. Of the sliced up couch and the crushed CD collection. Antique CDs. Who knew?

“C’mon. My cart is downstairs. If any clothes are worth saving pack an overnight bag and I’ll introduce you to the building supervisor.”

“Did you mean cart? Not car?” he asked. We descended the stairs a little bit later, with a few rescued CDs and a white hoodie, some socks and underwear in a bag.

“Cart. I don’t drive here,” I said.

“Can’t drive?” he asked me, smirking.

“I only like driving cars with internal combustion engines and manual steering and gear levers,” I replied. “Nobody can steal them these days. Only old guys know how to drive them.”

“Heh. Luddite.”

We walked behind my cart to my storage space and I quickly cleaned it, and put it away. We walked another kilometer to the apartment building where I lived and I knocked on the Super’s door. I introduced him and let him deal with his rental lease and account information. I waited outside.

When he finished I showed him the top floor, my place, and then down to the end where Touma lived. There was noise from next door, where the Tsuchimikado siblings lived, loud pounding music. A bro con and a siscon living together? Well, at least they weren’t blood related, but that was going to be awkward when they had to get married. I knocked on Touma’s door and waited. The door opened to Index. I handed her a bag of prepared noodles and stir fry veggies. I was keeping these two from starving to death. Kids these days.

“Heya Index. This is,” and I said Accelerator’s real name. He looked a little shocked. “He’s old friends with Touma, and knows the Sisters. He just moved in downstairs. He’s going to be having a little sister with him soon, and you could meet and keep an eye on her when he’s busy,” I suggested. He growled at that suggestion.

“It’s your fate. And your penance. Besides, she’s cute. Living with someone who needs you will do you good. And there’s 20 Sisters in the building. So don’t freak out.”

“Sisters?” asked Index, fingering her nun’s habit.

“Not nuns. You’ll see. Oh, and Touma is going to be dating soon. Might even be Kanzaki. No biting him, Jailbait,” I wagged my finger at her. She bared her teeth. “I feed you. Knock it off.” She frowned and then stopped with the aggression.

“Share the noodles with Touma when he gets home. And tell him to call home and be sure and interrupt the call, Miss Index,” I suggested after a moment using my talent. I hoped this would avoid the problem we’d dodged so far. Perhaps shooting that mad doctor was a step too far after all.