A Certain Misfortune Boy: Male reader x Toaru (Slow updates)

Season One, Episode Twelve:Memories

(Y/N)- Your Name
(L/N)- Last Name
(E/C)- Eye Color
(H/C)- Hair Color
(F/C)- Favorite Color
(H/L)- Hair Length
Enjoy!!!
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Third Person P.O.V...
July 20th

"Magicians?" (y/n) repeated, scarcely believing his ears. He had not truly believed in index's words but here was one, dressed in an odd attire and claiming to be a magician. "You're the one that did this to her!" he shouted, glaring at this so-called magician furiously. "Well, that wasn't me sorta to say." the magician said, looking away from the blood in distaste. "That'd be my partner, Kanzaki. Although I think she overdid it a little. Well, who would have expected her 'Walking Church' to have been destroyed... Well, I wouldn't have expected her to come back here. Maybe she forgot something. She did have a hood on earlier..." the magician muttered. (Y/n)'s eyes widened as he turned back to look at index. 'So, in order to keep me from getting involved, she had come back to retrieve her hood? The fool!' he growled inwardly. "You fool!" he cried out, not caring that she couldn't hear him. "You endangered yourself for something as trivial as this?" he shook his head sadly. "You're too kind for your own good, you stupid nun." he said as he got to his feet and turned to face the magician darkly.

"Oi, oi." the magician said carelessly. "Looking at me like that won't do you any good. Like I said, I wasn't the one who slashed her. I doubt kanzaki wanted to draw blood either, her 'Walking Church' would have stopped such a weak blow flat. I don't know how it was destroyed, but there you have it." he said. "You would attack a girl as young as this? Even if she has some form of protection, attacking her is just wrong! Chasing her through the night, forcing her to jump from rooftop to rooftop... don't you magicians have any sense of decency?" (y/n) roared. "Are you actually trying to lecture me?" the magician said looking rather amused at (y/n)'s bravado. "If you're done, please, step aside. I need to recover that." he remarked, looking at the nun. "Re...cover?" (y/n)'s eyes narrowed. "That girl called Index. Or rather, the 103,000 grimoires she holds in her brain. She's basically a walking magical library. She'd be a huge threat if she even had a semblance of mana to use the grimoires but she's harmless because she doesn't." the magician explained, spreading his arms wide to emphasize his point. "so, we're here to protect it." he stated. "Protect it?" (y/n) echoed mockingly. "Screw that!" he snarled.

"My, such language." the magician snorted. "Besides, no matter how good natured she is, I don't think she won't crack under a little torture, wouldn't you agree? Oh, but you'll get no part in this, boy. People who find out about our existence often die a horrible death." he explained. (Y/n) clenched and unclenched his fist before he finally threw his head back and began to laugh. "What's so funny? Have you lost your mind because you know you're going to die?" The magician said, mildly unnerved by (y/n)'s laugh. "Die huh? Well magician," the mismatched haired boy said softly as he took a step forward and smiled. It was a cold, almost psychotic smile, not like his usual warm ones. "Your luck just ran out here. I was in a fucking bad mood today. And surprise, you've just made yourself a punching bag." He moved. The magician had no time to react as a fist slammed into his jaw, making him reel back in agony as the blurred image of (y/n) closed in again, delivering a solid uppercut to his jaw. The sound of glass shattering resounded in (y/n)'s ears as his fists brushed past something paper-like but [Imagine Breaker] negated whatever form of protection the magician was using.

The red haired magician flew back, his tongue tasting the coppery feel of blood in shock as he staggered on his feet, almost hitting the wall hard. Stunned, amazed that he had been hit, his hand touched his lips slowly, recoiling as he felt the warm pulse of blood on his lips. "How did you punch through the barrier I set up?" he demanded as (y/n) flexed his wrist, his expression unreadable as he stood in front of index protectively. "Who knows." (y/n) said as his lips curled into an eerie smile. "Why don't you guess, Magician? Maybe your magic doesn't work on me. But know this," he bared his teeth threateningly. "You've just pissed the wrong person off." (y/n) cocked both his fists, silently pondering his next move. His normal style would have been to just continue to pummel the magician until he was unconscious, which was a golden rule in his fighting style. Basically, people that relied on their powers needed to think. Take away the time to think and replace it with pain was the easiest and surest approach for someone like him.