A Certain Unknown Level 0

Chapter 4: Misaka Mikoto: Part 2

Kamijou Touma tightened the head band that he had recently bought to his head. He had changed into his school uniform and was ready.

Ready to face the terror that was sure to come his way from the students of the Tokiwadai Middle School. But he was ready.

"Touma, Touma." Called his freeloader friend Index. "Are you going to school now?" she asked.

Kamijou let out a laugh. "No Index. I'm going to war."

Misaka Mikoto woke up that morning to the sound of something scratching the door. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, finding the bed next to hers empty. She didn't know what had happened to Kuroko but she guessed that it was perhaps Judgment business.

She narrowed her eyes while in her Gekota pyjamas. If Kuroko wasn't here, then what was scratching at the door? Without too much thought, she opened it sleepily. Her eyes widened as she saw what was in front of her.

With his back facing her, Kamijou Touma was wringing out a towel that he had just been holding. He then reached for something on the ground next to him and used it to wipe the number plate of the door, making the same scratching sound that she had heard.

Now, it was none of the above actions that made Misaka's eyes widen. It was the fact that he was doing this entire action, without a shirt.

His bare back was facing towards her and there was a large mark on the back of his right shoulder that Misaka would have been interested in normally, yet today, she was extremely flustered.

The boy, oblivious to the girl behind him wiped his forehead. "Man." He said. "It's such a nice day to give doors a wipe down." His tone was too cheerful, almost as if he was trying to erase the memories from yesterday.

Misaka twitched. He was way too cheerful in the morning and she wondered how he had the energy to do so but she had to speak up about what he was doing.

"Put on a shirt when you're doing work!" she yelled at him, causing him to turn around thus showing her his bare chest. But before she could see it (although part of her wanted to) she covered her eyes with her hands.

"D-Don't turn this way, idiot!" she said. "Hurry up and put your shirt on!" There was the sound of movement and when Misaka opened her eyes, he was gone. She looked to her right first and then her left and found him cleaning the door right next to per room, ignoring what she had said.

Bluish-white sparks came off from her bangs and just as she felt she was ready to attack…

She realised that she was still in her pyjamas. And it didn't take her long to figure out that when she got changed, the idiot would have already moved down towards other doors.

She clenched a fist. "You got off easy today! But you better watch out!" she said before going back into her room and slamming the door.

What was all that about, wondered the hard-working Kamijou as he continued to do his work.

Misaka frowned. It was lunch time and she was sitting in front of the laptop that she had used to have a look at the footage that had started all of this. What was she doing I hear you ask? Well, the answer was simple.

She was gathering information on the enemy. Although she could access files regarding what that Level 0 was, she still didn't know the most important thing: a weakness. Her mind went back to the morning and (while forcing down a blush) remembered the mark that was on his back. It had looked like scar and ran quite a way down from the tip of his shoulder down the middle of his back.

She wondered where he had got it and she thought that it would have had to be before he arrived in Academy City, namely because when he had battled Accelerator, he hadn't received so much as a scar after the surgery. Thus it was probably safe to assume that he had got it before he arrived in the City.