A Railgun In Fairy Tail, The Soul Slayer Chronicles: Book 6, Love

The Last Memory...

The large halls of the maze were full of dropletts of blood... a trail that was created by a certain injured girl.. who was doing her best to fall and claim defeat.. because her defeat would mean the loss of everything.. she knew she had to keep moving... to keep striving..

On Mikoto's shoulder, Kon sat with an extremely worried expression. "Mikoto. Why don't you take a break? Take a nap or something. There aren't any traps in the hallways.. sleeping doesn't count as defeat right? You need a breather.."

"Thank you Kon.." Mikoto murmured as she leaned against the walls of the hall.. her bloody hands leaving hand prints as she staggered along. "But I can't afford to-"

"CAN'T AFFORD MY ASS!!" Kon yelled. "Mikoto Misaka, if you don't take a break and allow yourself to heal a bit right now.. I AM GOING TO FONDLE YOUR BREASTS SO FREAKING HARD!! YOU'LL BE STOMPING ON MY HEAD FOR 12 WEEKS!!!"

Mikoto just stared a Kon. "What kind of threat was that supposed to be?"

"It's a Kon special!" said Kon with a harrumph. "Now lie down somewhere.. and sleep!!!"

Mikoto smiled, and did something that surprised Kon to an amazing degree. She took Kon, and hugged him tightly like a teddy bear.

"G-geh?" said Kon.

"You're alright.. for a pervert." said Mikoto. "Thank you Kon.."

"Y-ya know.." said Kon. "When ya hug me like that.. my face is touching your-"

"Don't push it.." Mikoto growled.

"R-right.."

Mikoto set Kon on the floor and sat down, leaning her back against the wall with a sigh. "Wake me up if something goes wrong.."

Kon nodded.."You got it Mikoto!"

Mikoto slowly closed her eyes.. and fell into a restful slumber..

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Mikoto opened her eyes to find herself sitting in a familiar studio. She was wearing her dark black Numensapien dress with the hollow mask decorating the ribbon around her waist.. she had her usual black lightning bolt markings, as well as her yellow slitted irises and dragonish fanged teeth.

Mikoto looked in the mirror of the Studio.. marveling at how different, yet similar this was to her old Numensapien form when she was Fulguras. The black, fangs, and other differences were obviously the results of her Dragon Slayer and Hollow powers being mixed in.

"Hello Sweetie.. so how was your day?"

Mikoto looked back to see Amor Caritas standing behind her chair with a comb and some conditioner, doing Mikoto's hair once more, like she had done the last time Mikoto had found herself in this part of her mind.. there was a record player nearby playing smooth jazz as Amor gently scrubbed the conditioner into Mikoto's hair..

"Mama?" said Mikoto.

"Why yes its-" Amor suddenly paused mid-sentence, looking quite surprised.

"Is there something wrong?" Mikoto asked.

"Well.. not really." said Amor. "You see, everytime we've met... you've called me Amor.. or Mom.. but the last time you called me Mama... was..."

Mikoto smiled. "Mama... I remember everything..."

Amor looked speechless... her hands stopped rubbing conditioner for a second. "Y-you.."

"It's a long story." said Mikoto. "But I remember... I remember our house.. I remember Coluber.. all the stories you told about Papa fighting Diablo...I even remember Yurei.. the family friend who you invited for tea alot... and he would tell me all the time that I looked so mature... and.."