A Certain Two Sides

A Certain Two Sides

September 16th

Kuroko Shirai winced a bit in pain as her wheelchair thudded against the stone sidewalk, jostling her whole body. She seethed as she rubbed her thigh tenderly to sooth the pain from the aggravated gunshot wounds she had received — courtesy of a fight against that sadistic Level Four Awaki Musijime.

She had thought that handling a bit of teleportation to get around would be harmless, but she relied on teleporting within inches or feet above where she went — to avoid any injuries — and the resulted hard landing courtesy of her wheelchair's wheels being inflexible caused incredible pain. "Seriously," she grumbled. "This is ridiculous, if only Uiharu was here...then I wouldn't be having this much trouble trying to get up here," she went on, referring to having to go up a series of stairs to get to a shopping center she was trying to reach.

Kuroko's Judgement friend, Kazari Uiharu had been called away to help with security control. Originally the flower head band wearing girl had wanted to stay with the pigtailed Level Four teleporter to help wheel her around as she did her shopping, but Kuroko insisted that Kazari had a duty to uphold, and so had made her reluctantly leave – she was kicking herself for having made that decision for them both.

"I really should've brought Sissy along..." she went on. "She could've wheeled me along, and then felt it in her hear to feel sorry for me, and then would want to do anything to make me feel better! Hehe..." she cackled, thinking of all the different things she could make Sissy do for her. After all, she thought, Sissy couldn't ignore her whilst she was handicapped. She was just thinking of how to make the Level Five help her strip her clothes off—

— SMASH! —

"Agh!"

"Eee!" Kuroko jumped in surprise, it sounded like whoever it was got pretty hurt. She wheeled around to see if there were any serious injuries – her worries disappeared as soon as she saw who it was.

"Ugh...erg...rotten luck," muttered a familiar face. Kuroko's countenance became that of a scowl as she took in 'troglodyte.'

Meanwhile, Touma Kamijou tenderly rubbed his face after his face plant. As he stood up, he caught site of a wheel chair, and attached, a certain Judgement officer. "Oh hey, Shirai," he said greeted half-heartedly. She didn't answer him, and all he got was a huff after she turned her head away from him. Touma sighed, and looked spitefully at the soda can he had tripped over. "The people of Academy City must not know how to throw their own trash away," he mused.

Kuroko looked over and tutted disdainfully at the sight of the can. "It is utterly uncalled for them to do that."

"Yeah..." said Touma. He sighed as he rubbed his head. Kuroko took note that he was carrying some bags with him.

"Going shopping?" she inquired.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I gotta buy some new cutlery and food..." He sighed, the only reason he needed new cutlery was because Index had managed by some grace of God to horribly smash up and mangle his cooking tools. On top of those expenses he also had to buy her and Meigo Arisa food for dinner, he didn't look forward to knowing how far that would set his monthly budget back. "No doubt," he added, "they'll be expensive to buy, just my luck."

"Er — um — good luck with that," replied Kuroko, Touma didn't answer back, he just laughed dryly before turning around to do his business, with her too wheeling off into the mall...

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The Level Four smiled, but also did her best to hide her exhaustion from the concerned onlookers. She may have been young and full of energy, but having to rely solely on her arms to wheel herself around, on top of picking out what she needed to buy, had in fairness, somewhat tired her out. She had finished her shopping at a perfume shop and wheeled herself out. She sighed and allowed her composure to give in to exhaustion once she thought she couldn't be seen.