Chapter 7: The People.

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Aight, I forgot I still have this on my draft unpublished. This isn't the last chapter, (un)fortunately, but rather, the next one was.

Anyways, whatchu think of the sketch?

^8^

"Onee-sama."

She greets, eyes still fixed on her. Her monotone voice was quiet, but her sparkling eyes conveyed much more. The two girls stare at each other, completely leaving the albino behind.

But it seems to have dissipated when it landed on him. It's more empty, more hollow. "What're you doing here, Accelerator? Says Misaka suspiciously." She finally said through the monotone tone, sounding more cautious than anything. She offered no more than that. Her words and tone made no real effect on him, so he remained silent.

The petite and mind-numbingly annoying girl knows something is up when she mentioned 'that' name. The title of the infamous 1st ranked, she'd recognize it.

She visibly flinched, eyeing him with a flabbergasted look, clearly surprised at the reveal but managed to remain silent. There was a slight fear in her eyes, but it was overpowered with a sense of curiosity. He knew exactly what that curiosity might be.

"Why do you ask?" He asked with an icy tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is my presence really such an impolite surprise?" She didn't look at him at that next delivery, keeping her gaze suspended to her. There was this tension in them.

"You of all people being near Onee-sama troubles me. Misaka admits." the clone admits, duh. Finally meeting her gaze, he maintained his casual expression as he shrugged, unconcerned about her rudeness.

"Then you're wasting your breath, doll." He says sourly, though she relaxed her shoulders a little. If anything, the albino was never a liar, and that the clones weren't much of a speaker themselves. That much they've learned from constant sparring (massacre) these past few years.

"How do you know each other?" The sudden remark from Misaka made them turn in unison towards the girl who'd spoken. Quite frankly, the question was very much expected. What wasn't expected was the intense stare she gave them.

"That's irrelevant."

"Well it is to me!" Misaka exclaimed a tad bit loud. There's a few people passing by them that are now staring at the three. "Excuse me but you look like a really shady guy. And she's basically a perfect image of me! Can't you see why this could 'possibly' concern me?!" She shuddered.

He rolled his eyes. Of all things that he is, a pervert is definitely not one of them. "You'll find out soon enough anyway. I'm leaving."

Before she could have her say, Accelerator took the plastic bag off her hand, easily lifted it and stepped away. "Oh, and don't bother coming later. I won't be there anyway.*

Misaka doesn't know what he was referring to, but the clone seemed to perk up. "What could be the occasion for your sudden absence? Misaka asks curiously. Could it be that you weren't in the mood because it's just me for today? Misaka says with a disapproving tone."

The clone's word has Misaka gasping in surprise, stunned to her very core. She looked at him like she was about to kill him precisely at that moment. But her screams were not acknowledged.

"No. I quit."

The clone's soft, rigid features were wiped almost immediately. Shifting into something more of a shock, seemingly not believing what he just did. A new sight for the albino.

"What do you mean?" Misaka noticed the change of the clone's tone. She calmed down, putting an end to the torment of her mouth.

"I quit."

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