so many kinds of badwrong
Title: Maturation
Author/Artist: purplekitten
Fandom: To Aru Majutsu no Index
Rating: PG-13
Pairing or Character(s): Accelerator/Last Order
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, I swear, I would have noticed.
Warnings: discussion of sex, a loli girl, violent imagery, Last Order's verbal ticks, seriously just read the pairing
Author's Note: I wrote this right when I finished Index season 2. For someone my club nicknamed 'Rape-face', Accelerator makes a surprisingly cool hero. He's also the only character in whole show who's allowed to kill anyone on screen... which he takes advantage of to kill hordes of people on screen, it's really kind of disconcerting after a dozen episodes of Tohma's defeat-means-friendship.
“‘Hey, Accelerator,’ Misaka Misaka nags as she pokes at him, ‘Why aren’t you embarrassed to bathe with Misaka?’”
“I can’t care.”
“Misaka Misaka thinks you think Misaka is just a kid.”
“You’re right, brat.”
“Misaka Misaka scrunches up her face in annoyance, wishing she could get Accelerator to look at her.”
If nothing else, Last Order’s annoying speech pattern told Accelerator what she was thinking when she was chattering away at him. He didn’t know why she behaved like she did but at least she wasn’t the blank slate of incomprehensibility most people were.
“Misaka Misaka heard from her sister that sex is really fun.”
“I can’t believe the Misaka Network is infecting you with memories of sex.” Someone ought to kill them all. He smashed down that thought. It was stupid and he didn’t mean it and the result would be nothing like what he wanted. It was just how he thought.
“‘Misaka wants to try it with Accelerator,’ persists Misaka Misaka as she slides into his lap, pouting her lips.”
Accelerator pushed her off. Maybe she would start doing it with Yomikawa again. The water on her skin had a different viscosity than blood, he could reverse the flow of her blood, he could feel her pulse, wouldn’t that get blood everywhere… Bathing was becoming hazardous. He would never… to her…
“‘Wah!’ Misaka Misaka exclaims like a whiny brat throwing a temper tantrum, not enhancing her maturity. ‘Accelerator is probably a virgin and gay,’ Misaka Misaka tries to egg him on with insults.”
“I’m not a lolicon.” Just a serial killer.
“‘Accelerator is just a teenager, not that much older,’ Misaka Misaka counters. ‘Misaka is developing curves.’”
She was maybe two years from decanting, he didn’t counter back. What were years? Everyone short of the frog-faced doctor looked young to him. He had killed thousands: the clones--the Sisters, anyone who got in his way or even caught his attention; had killed since before he could remember; had killed with a smile on his face and in his heart. What lust was there in rubbing naked bodies together compared to sending each limb flying a different direction, fountains of blood he could keep suspended in the air flitting one way or another, the dull glass of her eyes.
“Shut up, brat.”
So annoying. And dangerous. Maybe if he held her down, threatened that he actually would do it, maybe she’d back off. But he would protect her from anything, especially himself. Besides, even knowing what he had done to her sisters, when had Last Order ever turned from him?
“‘Accelerator is so mean,’ Misaka Misaka says. ‘Misaka bought condoms and everything.’”
“Drop the subject or I’ll throw all the ice cream in the apartment out the window.”
“‘So underhanded,’ Misaka Misaka pouts in defeat.”
Author/Artist: purplekitten
Fandom: To Aru Majutsu no Index
Rating: PG-13
Pairing or Character(s): Accelerator/Last Order
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, I swear, I would have noticed.
Warnings: discussion of sex, a loli girl, violent imagery, Last Order's verbal ticks, seriously just read the pairing
Author's Note: I wrote this right when I finished Index season 2. For someone my club nicknamed 'Rape-face', Accelerator makes a surprisingly cool hero. He's also the only character in whole show who's allowed to kill anyone on screen... which he takes advantage of to kill hordes of people on screen, it's really kind of disconcerting after a dozen episodes of Tohma's defeat-means-friendship.
“‘Hey, Accelerator,’ Misaka Misaka nags as she pokes at him, ‘Why aren’t you embarrassed to bathe with Misaka?’”
“I can’t care.”
“Misaka Misaka thinks you think Misaka is just a kid.”
“You’re right, brat.”
“Misaka Misaka scrunches up her face in annoyance, wishing she could get Accelerator to look at her.”
If nothing else, Last Order’s annoying speech pattern told Accelerator what she was thinking when she was chattering away at him. He didn’t know why she behaved like she did but at least she wasn’t the blank slate of incomprehensibility most people were.
“Misaka Misaka heard from her sister that sex is really fun.”
“I can’t believe the Misaka Network is infecting you with memories of sex.” Someone ought to kill them all. He smashed down that thought. It was stupid and he didn’t mean it and the result would be nothing like what he wanted. It was just how he thought.
“‘Misaka wants to try it with Accelerator,’ persists Misaka Misaka as she slides into his lap, pouting her lips.”
Accelerator pushed her off. Maybe she would start doing it with Yomikawa again. The water on her skin had a different viscosity than blood, he could reverse the flow of her blood, he could feel her pulse, wouldn’t that get blood everywhere… Bathing was becoming hazardous. He would never… to her…
“‘Wah!’ Misaka Misaka exclaims like a whiny brat throwing a temper tantrum, not enhancing her maturity. ‘Accelerator is probably a virgin and gay,’ Misaka Misaka tries to egg him on with insults.”
“I’m not a lolicon.” Just a serial killer.
“‘Accelerator is just a teenager, not that much older,’ Misaka Misaka counters. ‘Misaka is developing curves.’”
She was maybe two years from decanting, he didn’t counter back. What were years? Everyone short of the frog-faced doctor looked young to him. He had killed thousands: the clones--the Sisters, anyone who got in his way or even caught his attention; had killed since before he could remember; had killed with a smile on his face and in his heart. What lust was there in rubbing naked bodies together compared to sending each limb flying a different direction, fountains of blood he could keep suspended in the air flitting one way or another, the dull glass of her eyes.
“Shut up, brat.”
So annoying. And dangerous. Maybe if he held her down, threatened that he actually would do it, maybe she’d back off. But he would protect her from anything, especially himself. Besides, even knowing what he had done to her sisters, when had Last Order ever turned from him?
“‘Accelerator is so mean,’ Misaka Misaka says. ‘Misaka bought condoms and everything.’”
“Drop the subject or I’ll throw all the ice cream in the apartment out the window.”
“‘So underhanded,’ Misaka Misaka pouts in defeat.”