The Imagine Breaker of Steel

Chapter 9

Sorry for the long wait. I've had a lot on my plate since I published last chapter back in May. Personal stuff, writer's block, college, etc.

I hope the wait was worth it. And keep yourselves safe.

Also, how have you been enjoying this series so far?

Any thoughts?

XxX

Be careful.

Kamijou's eyes jutted awake, his eyes briefly fluttering around the room he found himself in. It was dark, dimly lit, but with Kamijou's night vision he was able to make out two prone figures within the dimly lit space.
Across from him was Komoe, her small form covered by the futon she was sleeping on; her diminuitive size meant that it felt odd for someone her size to sleep in a larger futon instead of something more fitting for her.

...She might probably cry if she ever heard that from him, or basically anyone.

Index was right next to him, her sleeping visage right next to his face, and he blushed looking at how close both teens were in one cramped futon.

He then smelt something fragrant, and it took him 3 seconds to realize that the scent came from her; he had never been close with a girl before so this was nervewracking for the poor boy.

He wanted to move. But he might end up waking her up in the process, and he didn't want to deal with all the stress that'd arise from that, so he decided to stay put until sleep takes him back into her sweet, calm embrace.

...He couldn't sleep, even after 3 hours of waiting.

And so, with nothing to do Touma Kamijou decided to spend the rest of the night looking over the entire room. The walls were barren, with nary a wall clock in sight. The only desk/table was clean, without a clock. Kitchen sink above him, no clock.

There were no clocks in this house.

Komoe did not exaggerate one bit when she said she could tell the time in her head, as she mentioned so a month ago.

He was amazed at that, then Aogami had to ruin it when he asked whether it meant she knew when a girl... matures, so to speak.

He was never heard from or seen around in school for days when Fukiyose chased after the dyed hair pervert.

Kamijou didn't have that nifty trick, so his guess of the time was as good as dead. He looked around for his phone, but found nothing. He then tried to occupy his mind of something to pass the time, but he was ironically too tired to think up of something.

It wasn't sleep, but tedium, ennui, in layman's terms boredom weighing in his mind, and Kamijou felt his head spiral further and further into it.

If he knew just how boring things got after fighting that swordswoman then-

"..."

...It was a close call. He figured as they fought that she held back, as she was far more powerful and skilled in combat than he was. A couple lucky shots in weren't enough to topple that monster, which scared Kamijou. Frankly, he was surprised that he made it at this point.

So, what now?

After fighting them both, beating one up and getting trounced by the second one, Kamijou learned more about Index more than he ought to.

3 days. 3 fucking days until those books kill her mind, and turn her into a vegetable, or worse...

Kamijou clenched a fist.
This wasn't something he could fight head-on. Before Index were street thugs, mad scientists with chimeras and killer gangs. Now it's wizards and magic and deadly books, to which Kamijou had accepted that that was what the world was; oceans full of fucking weird.
And now was someone in front of him, her days numbered because of those wretched books, and there wasn't a solution he could see where she can make it out without her mind being erased or destroyed.