Kill la Railgun: Railgun At Honnouji

Revelation

Peace. That's all Mikoto could feel while she lay on the soft, but solid floor that seemed to have no give to it.

"Aah! I love it here!" She said happily.

A sudden swooshing sound happened around her, stopping and starting sporadically. The ground seemed to begin to give, nearly alarming Mikoto, but was discovered to be white sand. The swooshing sound was then accompanied by the beautiful songs of birds.

Mikoto stood up, wanting to swim in the beautiful clear blue ocean before her. She looked down at herself, finding a polkadot frilly two piece bathing suit decorating her body. She giggled, remembering how she had always wanted the swimsuit, but her friends had called her childish when she picked it up.

"It's beautiful here!" Mikoto said gleefully.

"Yeah. It is." A voice said behind her. Mikoto turned around to find Satén and Uiharu standing behind her, still looking battle worn with bits of rubble and scratches everywhere. "But, you don't belong here."

Mikoto shook her head as she felt the peacefulness start to slip away from her. "N-no. I do belong here."

"Misaka. I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be dead. You aren't really dead yet." Uiharu said forcefully.

"I did die..." Mikoto whispered, remembering Ryuko and her sword. "Ryu - Ryuko stabbed me, I bled out to death on the floor."

"You have life fibers in your body. That means that being stabbed is easy to heal. You are still supposed to be alive." Satén argued.

"NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!" Mikoto shouted, her peace she had wanted so much was completely gone. "I'M DEAD!! DON'T TAKE MY HAPPINESS! I AM DEAD, GONE, I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK!"

"Mikoto." Satén said, slapping Mikoto across her face. "You are alive. Accept it. Please. Go save Ryuko."

Mikoto felt her cheek, a tear began to roll down it. "Saten. Uiharu. Please. I don't want to leave you."

Satén and Uiharu hugged Mikoto. "We aren't the Uiharu and Satén you know. We are from another world. Please. Forget about us. We have no effect on your life."

"You both died to save me. LIKE HELL YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY EFFECT ON MY LIFE!!" Mikoto yelled, but quieted down. "I don't care what you are, or what you have done. I don't want people to die."

Mikoto was full on crying now. A stuffed Gekota formed in her hands, it's finger missing. Mikoto shrunk to around three feet. "I dunt wunt uw ta gow!"

Satén and Uiharu smiled. They each took one of Mikoto's hands, lifting her off of the sand. "We won't go anywhere, we will always be near you."

"Wat iwf I can't seew euw?" Little Mikoto asked, sniffling.

"We are still there. Always." Uiharu said, smiling. "Are you ready to go?"

Little Mikoto nodded, watching a large black hole open out of nowhere, like a doorway straight out of the sand. "I'm weady."

Mikoto let go of the two girls' hands, standing inside of the doorway. She slowly shifted in size, her swimsuit began to turn into her stolen Honnouji uniform. Her skin became decorated with red lines and swirls, creeping up near her eyes.

She smiles a sad smile and waved to her friends. Mikoto Misaka. The Level 5 Railgun turned her back on the beautiful beach, her eyes pouring tears as she left them for good.

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"Nui! Why didn't you kill that damn old man!?" Nonon Jakuzure said, watching Isshin Matoi bound and gagged on the floor.

"I wanted to kill him in front of Momma!" She sang back.

Nonon groaned, hating how happy Nui could be.

"Nui! Jakuzure! Get up! Lady Ryuko and Satsuki are about to enter!" Mako shouted, puffing up her chest. The two girls shot up from their lounging and bowed towards the door.

Two Kyriuns entered the room, carrying their two swords and their Kamuis activated.

"Isshin Matoi." Satsuki said in her condescending tone of voice. She waited for him to stare her in the eyes to continue. "You are sentenced to death. Death by Shallow Torture."

Isshin's eyes widened in fear, causing Ryuko to laugh. "I will enjoy this."

Nui and Nonon knew of the punishment, but didn't think that it was still being used. The torture was where the victim would be cut repeatedly with small scratches, over and over, so much so that the person would go insane from the pain and then bleed to death. The two small girls tied the older man to a hook in the wall, ensuring that he would not move and make the cuts go deeper than intended.

Ryuko stood above the old man, her hair streaming rainbow light and Junketsu sparkling in the darkness. "I want you to have fun Daddy." She said, ripping her sword slowly across his cheek.

"Aaaw! I love tearful reunions!" A voice said from the door behind them.

Isshin Matoi's eyes lit up from what was standing there alarming Ryuko. Ryuko stood up, recognizing the voice.

"Too bad this isn't tearful, or a real reunion." A sudden blast ripped through Ryuko's body, sending her through the wall and into a large room with books scattered around it.

"Trespasser!" Ryuko shouted, getting up from the pile of books.

Mikoto smiled, looking at the girl who had murdered her. "Hi Ryu!"