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standing in the middle of roads upon arrival is becoming tradition

[Funny, how your life can change in an instant. Baroona had already experienced it enough. Twice recently–both arrivals to the City. But after a year he had assumed he was stuck there. A permanent fixture in a futuristic city he had only just started to get used to.

He was wrong.

From laying in the park to sitting up in a dirtied alleyway, the change was instantaneous. A quick look around guarantees that he's alone, allows for a moment of panic. Check to make sure everything is still here: knives, cigarettes, lighter, clothes... translator? Baroona stares down at it curiously, it's presence oddly comforting in his hand. He keeps it there and stands, listening and looking.

It looks like the City. There's a thick crowd at the end of the alleyway and brightly colored balloons passing by overhead. He recognizes it from the City. A parade? Maybe. It's certainly noisy enough.

This isn't going to be fun.

With a sigh, he presses forward anyway, slipping through and around people, taking himself to the front. People glare as he pushes past but get distracted before there's any issues. A float passes by. Baroona regards it plainly. Definitely a parade. What a pain.

Looking past the floats and balloons, Baroona studies the buildings, looks for something familiar. But familiarity is hard to spot when everything looked foreign in the first place. It's hard to tell. A quirk of a frown pulls at his lips as he moves towards another tactic. He fits the translator into his ear, and pushes it on.

At first, all goes well. The strange language being spoken around him gets translated. Yeah, I'm– and then cut off. Static fills his ears instead, loud and merciless. Baroona bows forward, clutching his ear with a wince. The people around him notice and give him space but he can't tell. The static changes to feedback-a high-pitched scream drilling into his head. He winces again and stumbles forward, into the parade and in front of the float. Still, Baroona doesn't notice. Not until the translator is out of his ear and thrown on the ground does he even look up, shoulders slumping.

The people on the float look down at him, shocked. The parade comes to a temporary halt. Security closes in on him from all sides and people shout foreign words from the sidelines. But all Baroona can hear is his own breath as he looks over the float as a thought occurs to him.

He has no idea where he is.]

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[Funny, how the crowd quiets down when she calls him name. A shocked silence before murmurs start up. The security have paused, confused, looking to each other for confirmation.

Baroona just looks up, surprised, but calmer.]

Mikoto?

[A burst of fervor to the whispers around them, but Baroona ignores them. Mikoto's presence is enough for him; the panic dies down to an occasional flutter. He steps forward, smirking slightly at her outfit.]

< What are you wearing? >

[Another pause before the crowd buzzes. The others on the float stare at him widely and speak to each other in a foreign language. Japanese? Was that what Beast had told him?

It didn't really matter. Foreign is foreign, and the lack of recognition in anyone's eyes tells him that they don't understand. Baroona's heart sinks, though he wasn't sure he could have expected anything different. The language he spoke was rare and old, or that's what Beast had told him. It'd be too much to expect anyone to know it.

He sinks picks up the translator again, fiddling it in his hands before glancing back up at her. Could she fix it?

No harm in finding out.

The girls on the first level of the float shriek as he jumps up to their level. He mutters an excuse me but it doesn't seem to work. They watch with worry as he climbs the float, stopping only when he reached Mikoto, presenting the translator to her with an outstretched hand.]

< It broke. Can you fix it? >

[Wait. Right. She can't understand that. Baroona frowns in thought. Charades was never his strong suit.

Hesitantly, he points to the device, then to his ear and shakes his head. Hopefully that would be good enough to understand.]

Edited (cries html why) 2013-10-10 15:51 (UTC)

[Why is he here.

And, as per usual, he is smirking at her.

(Yet another thing that isn't terribly surprising, but still highly bothersome nonetheless.)

The blush that is slowly, but surely, creeping over Mikoto's face is bright enough to make the real Amaterasu totally jelly. The fact that her classmates keep looking from her to Baroona with perplexed, but fairly suspicious looks on their faces, and that everyone else ever is staring at them while talking wildly amongst themselves isn't particularly helping.

Most of all, he is speaking to her, but she doesn't understand a lick of what he's saying. She frowns, squinting a little. Odd. She could understand him just fine back in the City---

"Misaka-san, who is that?!" One girl blurts out, and Mikoto gives him one more bamboozled look before turning to her classmate and covertly taking the device---it resembled an earpiece, so it definitely had to aid in communication, which was sorely needed right about now---so she could shock it back to life. She laughs sheepishly at the girl.]

He's, uh, a brother of a friend of mine.

[Mikoto briefly gives him a meaningful look, running her fingers across her mouth in the universal sign that meant, stay quiet.

"But he's a foreigner!" The girl persists. Mikoto's smile turns all the more crooked.]

I took a vacation with my mom a few months ago and met the friend I just mentioed---I guess she's decided to visit...? Look, let me just straighten this out, okay? He's not dangerous or anything; it's all just culture shock...

[She quickly sends a surge through the translator within her long sleeve, and turns back toward him, giving him a flat look. Reaches down to hand him the device.

Grossly miscalculates both the angle from which she's leaning and the volume of her outfit.

Ends up nearly tumbling right into Baroona with a small cry, prompting more staring and shocked gasps as she grabs onto his arms to keep herself from bumping right smack into him.

She growls, mortified. A small spark of electricity shoots past her head; she quickly lets go of him like she's just dropped a live salmon. She glares, sticking the device onto his ear.

Same old, same old.]

What am I going to do with you?

[Just like that, everything becomes understandable. From the whispers of the two girls behind him _{("Just who does he think he is, catching Misaka-san like that?" "What if she fell into him on purpose?")} to the confused shouting of security below _{("Sir! You need to get down from there!" "Sir, we've called the authorites!")}, but more importantly–

With a tilt of his head he shrugs, a shadow of a grin in his eyes.]

You'll knock me over if you can't stand right.

[The shouts of security get louder and more firm. A glance back shows him that Mikoto's classmates, having heard her explanation, are trying to stall them. Or maybe just explain the situation to them. Either way, security isn't buying it.

He frowns.]

I should go.

[but... where. If he wanders around then it's likely he won't be able to find her again and that's a problem in its own. He needs answers.

Although... He looks around at the crowd. At the way everyone is talking or looking at Mikoto. Maybe...

He looks back at her, curious and expectant. Maybe she could do something to help?]

[Mikoto's face burns at the 'on purpose' comment. Oh, come on! Even people here immediately got the absolute wrong impression when it came to her and Baroona---did she not just say he was an acquaintance?! And she really did trip because of this stupid kimono which she is now horribly regretting agreeing to wear (she'd only rolled with it because the Cultural Club prez was gunning for shoving her into a furisode, and Mikoto was not going to have that shit.)---

---And of course, Baroona is not helping, with that stupid look in his eyes and his stupid comments...Mikoto's eye twitches.]

Would you rather I did? Because this outfit's pretty---

[She, too, quickly picks up on the growing commotion around them, briefly meeting his eyes in the process. Obviously, usage of her powers were out. So was grabbing Baroona and running the hell away . Talking it out with security wasn't looking like a terribly good option, either, seeing as they're now trying to fight their way around her peers.

Mikoto huffs. Well. Here goes nothing. Leaving Baroona alone in Academy City was just asking for more in the way of complete and utter disaster, so.

She pretends to faint, once again falling into his arms.

Yep, wrong impressions...]

[Things Baroona Was Not Expecting: That. He nearly falls off the float when he stumbles back with a grunt, falling to his knees and cushioning Mikoto's head with his lap. Around him, Mikoto's classmates fly into a panic, dialing emergency numbers and fretting over what to do next. While they're distracted, Baroona casts a dry look down at her.

Really.

But hey, it works and he's got no option but to go along with it. Mimicking a worried tone, he looks back at the security guards.]

Hey! This girl just collapsed! Can you get us some help?

[Startled, the security guards freeze, unsure of what to do. It only lasts a moment, though. Quickly, they shuffle out of the way and hurry off to get the proper authorities.

Well, that's taken care of. Baroona watches them go, tugging a strand of hair on Mikoto's wig to let her know it's alright to move.]

[Yes, really. All the world's a stage, etc etc, and Mikoto knows far better than to leave his ass to the mean (not really) streets of Academy City. One reason being he wouldn't know what to do with himself---the other, actual reason being that she'd feel bad.

Because she'd already did that once. And she made a promise that she wouldn't do it again. Although, those wrong impressions....

....She'd deal with it later. Somehow. She knew she was going to hear it from Kuroko...

She peeks her eye open once she hears the din die down, and feels Baroona's tugging. Sticks her tongue out playfully at him.]

Hey, I warned you.

[She sits back up, and takes off the wig, ruffling her hair a bit to straighten it out. Gives him a sidelong glance as she carefully climbs down.]

So, what brings you here? Did something happen to the City?

[Mikoto's face and voice become a little more serious at that. If anything happened to their friends...]

[There's a small smile as she stands up and before he turns around. With the immediate problems taken care of, relief sets in, slow and seeping. Apprehension still clenches his gut, but Mikoto's presence loosens its hold. At least he has someone he can rely on here.

A giggle startles him. He looks up; one of the classmates caught the smile and looks at him knowingly. Immediately, it disappears and he stands up, following after Mikoto.]

Nothing happened. [he shrugs while he speaks, waiting for her to climb down before starting himself] Everyone just left. First you, then Yusuke and Keiko. The only ones left were me and Blue.

[Finally, she's down far enough he can start his own descent.]

[Mikoto frowns---'left'? When she turns back around, confusion is scribbled all over her features. Yusuke and Keiko had been in the City for so long---in fact, it was Keiko who directed her to the Academy. Strange...

She wonders if he's sad. He and Yusuke seemed pretty tight. Though, if he was----she knew as well as anyone else that he wouldn't let it show. He was just like that.

And there is also the matter of Ares, but she won't bring that up. No use making him feel worse...]

Well...did they say anything about coming ba---

[Because she wants to go back, but---and then her cell phone goes off.

Mikoto instantaneously facefaults. She bets 1000 yen it's Kuroko, freaking out.

She'll let it go to voicemail. She doesn't want to expose Baroona to that level of terror just yet.]

---yeah, don't mind that; it's just my phone. [Said rather flatly, as she furrows her brow in thought.] Now, we just have to figure out where you can lay low. And no, you're not hiding out in a park.

[No one comes back to the City after they'd been gone that long; the cell phone saves him from saying it. Thank god to technology, for once.]

I'll find something.

[It's still worrying, relying on someone else for shelter. If it were only a day, he'd feel more comfortable. Passing through felt natural but staying placed... There was only so much he could do to pay someone back for that.

The last thing he wants to do is burden her.

Maybe if he changes the subject quickly enough, she'll let it go.]

Who called you?

[Yeah...it's better that she doesn't figure that out.

But have they not met before? Mikoto raises a disapproving eyebrow at him. No, no, and no. She is not allowing him to bum around. At all. Period. End of discussion, and that is final, Bueller. She just...has to think of somewhere he can hide out without anyone questioning who he is and especially what he is to her.

Because she didn't quite know the true answer to that yet (friends, yes. though, at times, it seemed like he wanted to get closer to her. or maybe it was the other way around? or maybe---argh, now's not the time...).]

And not somewhere underground, either. Look, I just need to think---

[----Her cell goes off again, this time with the text message ringtone. Mikoto huffs, rolling her eyes and pulling it out. Lo and behold, it's from the Great Miss Shirai herself:

WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT SOME GUY TRYING TO KIDNAP YOU????

Eye. Twitch.]

A so-called friend of mine. [Said through gritted teeth as she grips it in her hand, electricity sparking past her head.] Forget sheltering you---I have to hide you now.

[Yeah, ok. Quirking a brow at the "underground" jab. It's almost insulting, really. How much of a hermit does she think he really is?

It's probably better not to ask.

Once again, his attention is drawn to the cell phone. .]

You know a lot of hiding places?

[A playful jab that he hopes isn't true. The city seems peaceful enough, but he's been here too short to tell for certain. The last thing he needs is a threat chasing him through unfamiliar streets. Even so, Mikoto should know by now that he can take care of himself.

He takes out a carton of cigarettes and shuffles one out, holding the lighter to his lips before speaking again.]

I can deal with him if he's dangerous.

[IT'S NOT AN INSULT! It's common sense. Baroona pls.

(Also, uh. Baroona is the epitome of hermit, but even Mikoto shall remain respectfully silent about that. Since. Culture shock, and all.)

Mikoto scratches her head as she tries to think. Suuuure, he's a big boy, but also from, like, Ye Olde Fantasy Land and she doesn't want any more complications.

(See: The Subway Field Trip. Just saying.)]

I'd hide you in my school, but...it's...all-girl. [And Ryoukan-sensei would execute the both of them.] Dammit! I have to...

[She grumbles in frustration. Another text message tone goes off. Mikoto starts rubbing her forehead.

Speaking of complications. She fiddles with her phone again.] It's a she. [She doesn't really have many dudefriends here. There's Kamijo, but...it was weird.] Her name is Kuroko. And she's not dangerous, just----

[She sighs. She doesn't know what she'd do without her at times, though. Kuroko always had her back---

HE MUST BE PUT TO JUSTICE!!!! I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU, ONEE-SAMA!!!!

Mikoto blanches and quickly holds the phone at her side.

oh

dear

god.]

---Baroona, we have to go. Now.

Edited 2013-10-20 02:46 (UTC)

I thought you said she wasn't dangerous.

[Then again, Mikoto always reacted strangely to things. Baroona sighs, patting his thigh while he glances around, lost in thought. The parade's started up again, although it's far more disheveled than before. Some people are still watching them, including the one giggling girl on the float. Baroona throws a sharp look at her before taking Mikoto's wrist and leading her away.]

Come on.

[Yeah, he doesn't know where he's going, but maybe that'll be an advantage. If Mikoto's worried about someone she knows, there's a chance they'd be able to guess Mikoto's movements. Where she would go. Better to go for the unexpected.

Baroona leads them through and around the crowd, skirting it until branching off into the side streets. They turn corners frequently and end up in a quiet alley where the sounds of the parade are dimmed and muffled. There's a small coffee shop in the alley with them, but besides that it's empty. It's as good a place as any.]

Do you think we'll be good here?

[Mikoto reacts strangely because she's surrounded by weirdoes. Who act weird. And do weird shit. When she spots Baroona glaring, she frowns, and is about to look in the direction of his gaze, but then he's leading her away.

She hears the clicks of some people snapping shots with their cell phone cameras. Feels the shocked staring digging at her back. Immediately facepalms, running her hand slowly down her face, grumbling. So this shit was going to go viral.

Her life. Why did this happen to no one else but her? Seriously.]

She'll be dangerous to you. She's got powers like me. Everyone at my school does. That goes for most other kids in this city who go to the other schools. That's why they call it Academy City. Everyone comes here to develop as Espers.

[She tries to think as she follows him. Quite a number of people, besides her peers, saw Baroona. They'd recognize him instantly were she ever to be seen with him in public again. Sure, she'd lied about him being related to an equally made-up friend of hers, but...that ruse wouldn't last long, either---unless...she could get either Saten or Uiharu to---

Mikoto sighs as they reach the alley, taking a few steps forward once he lets her go, crossing her arms. No, too awkward.]

We should be, for now. But we still need to---

[Mikoto realizes she has the wig in her hand. Looks at it. Looks at Baroona.

A disguise!

....Except she goes and sticks it on his head.]

---Oh my god. I've got it!

[Mikoto grins, slapping the bottom of her fist onto her palm as she looks him over.

He-llllloooo, Homuroona.]

A new identity!

[From the way she describes the city it doesn't sound much different than the one he just left. It makes it less intimidating–gives him an enemy he knows, so to speak.

Still. It would nice to go somewhere normal, for once. Some place he could feel remotely connected to. Wanderer though he was, there was a comfort in having a place in the world. Having a title other than "useless", "powerless" to be recognized by.

His hand hovers idly over his knives while he opens his mouth to respond before...

Baroona slides the wig off and gives it a quizzical look that he then turns to Mikoto.

Disguises were fine, but–]

This is a woman's wig.

[Mikoto wasn't stupid enough to think a plan like that would work. Surely, there was something else.]

[She'd argue that he is neither of those things (and then smack him upside the head for good measure); she'd also argue that having powers...wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

In fact, they made you a walking bullseye more than anything. They were, at times, a burden. Mikoto was proud to be an Esper, for the most part---but sometimes, she wondered: is it really worth it?

At the same time, however...she'd be lost without her powers.

Mikoto linefaces at Baroona, and puts the wig back on.]

That's the point, dummy. If I'm gonna hide you out at my school, you're going to have to get in there as a gir---

[It's the only way he'll survive the Mean Halls of Tokiwadai.

Mikoto's cut off when she hears whistling from further down the alleyway; a group of thugs are out on the prowl. She facefaults. Grrrreat...

"Hey, check out the pieces."
"The tall one's kinda hot."
"That's a pretty kimono you got on there, cutie."

Mikoto's eye twitches at the commentary and the leering that follows. She raises her arm to get Baroona to stay put.]

I'll handle this.

It won't work. I don't–

[The point he was going to prove gets disproven immediately.

The tall one's kind of hot.

A glare fires up at the guy who grins back. He nudges one of his pals and gestures and it's all Baroona can do not to push past Mikoto's arm.

But he stays put and obeys, though his hand hovers over his knives and his mind already protests against the thought of being protected so early and so soon. He casts a wary frown at Mikoto, a silent question of are you sure.

Because, really. He'd gladly beat them up after that one comment.]

[Mikoto briefly tosses him a flat look, and motions for him to hold on a sec.

(w o w, they seriously thought he was female? d a n g...)

Thereafter, she walks up to the thugs, with her arms crossed. Arches an eyebrow, raising her head to maintain level eye contact. Her expression is disinterested.] Yeah. You need something?

[The ringleader--the guy who leans forward a bit to look down at her---grins toothily. "How 'bout you and that leggy babe with you join us for a good time?"

The other three guys snicker, nodding and murmuring. Mikoto stares, huffing.]

She's shy and doesn't speak Japanese. We'll pass, thanks----

[Before he knows it, Mikoto has grabbed his arm and shocked him. The other three gape as he falls to the ground, twitching. One pulls out a knife, but it's zapped out of his hand and he's shocked into submission as well. She smirks as the remaining two visibly recoil, faces agape in abject horror.]

You see, she's shy, but she's really skilled in self-defense. [She steps aside, motioning for Baroona to take the stage. She shrugs nonchalantly.] She's my other partner.

['Friend' is still too embarrassing to say in front of others tbh. Still, she tosses a mischievous grin Baroona's way.]

[Mikoto's grin is a bit too late–Baroona's already on the move once she steps aside. The two she left behind were the two "admirers", and it's hard not to gain satisfaction as he knees the first one in the gut. He doubles over; Baroona joins his hands together and slams them down over his head, knocking him out in record time. Keeping his hands locked, he swings them both towards the remaining thug's face. The thug stumbles back, Baroona takes the opening and kicks out. Trash cans clatter as the thug slams against the alley wall and slumps down, unconscious. Baroona kneels down to check before looking back at Mikoto.]

Can I take this thing off now?

[Jabbing a finger at his wig while he talks.]

[Sorry, Baroona, you lost her at the part where you kicked the one cad in the gut. Because now, she's...making plans. Thinking about whether to present him as a shy transfer student or a mysterious transfer student. Considering buying non-prescription glasses to maybe make him a meganekko to top off thetransfer student ploy. Pigtails, a ponytail, or just a cute headband to accentuate that wig? Sporty motif? Ko-gal motif? Gothic Lolita----

Oh.

He is speaking to her. Mikoto sharply looks up from where she's been standing, crossing her arms and thinking.

She may or may not have had this really doofy look on her face the entire time. She nods, willing herself to look more nonchalant.]

Oh, yeah. For now, anyway.

[She grins.]

I think I've got it now...how I'm gonna get you into my school.

[There was an unnerving sense of dread that swelled up once she said that but Baroona swallows it down. The fact that he can slide the wig off is more important right now anyway. Itchy thing–he holds it loosely and scratches his head, watching Mikoto with a furrowed brow.]

Why do I need to get into your school?

[The thought of dorms is completely foreign to him. School in general is an alien entity, even with his time at the Institute. Did it really count as school if he was removed from all the other students because of his age?

He could see the merit in it but with how old he was, it just felt uncomfortable. Made him apprehensive to go back.

Just as apprehensive as he felt now, watching that grin on Mikoto's face. Baroona squints, pulling back slightly.]

What is it...?

Because you're not gonna find a place to stay otherwise. Unless you've got money on you?

[Mikoto gives him a meaningful look. Come on, man, what's a little (understatement) loss of dignity in exchange for free housing? And food? And, uh...other stuff?

Also, if she paid for a hotel room, it'd look really suspicious on the bank account. Mom wouldn't care; in fact, she'd just find it amusing and come up with all sorts of insane scenarios as to why Mikoto would do such a thing. And then those scenarios, or at least one of them, would make their way back to Dad, who would proceed to interrogate her.

Nope, not happening. And besides...

...She's already envisioning Baroona as the Mysterious Meganekko Transfer Student™. He'd...just have to not talk.

Mikoto has to stifle a laugh, but he knows her too well, so she has no other choice but to come clean. And he's not that old (physically speaking? Ye Olde Fantasyland was strange.)! She blurts out:]

Baroona, how do you feel about pretending to be a girl?

[Snerk.]

[In an alternate universe where their roles are inversed and Baroona has Mikoto's powers, she would have gotten electrocuted for that question. Shocked by a giant bolt of thunder that cracks the sky in half with its fury.

Instead, in this world, she gets a glare. One of the angriest, no-nonsense ones Baroona can muster, near bristling at the suggestion. His mouth thins into a frown which he first aims at Mikoto, then the wig in his hand.

He should have left it behind. Chances were that if it weren't present right now, Mikoto never would have suggested her ridiculous plan in the first place.

And that's when Baroona pauses, eyes lighting up with the spark of an idea. Anger washes over and off of him and his neutral expression comes back in full force. He pulls his lighter out and pulls the wig above it, lighting the tips and watching the fire crawl up the strands. When it creeps too far he lets it go, dropping it in the street while he turns and walks away, tucking the lighter back into his pocket.]

No.

[OH WELL GOSH lucky for her there'll be no powerswitching to be had here huh...

Mikoto just linefaces. First at the glaring (been there, done that), and then at the burning of the---

Oh

She groans, storming right after him. Y e p. Life in Academy City just got a lot more difficult. The City was one thing---law enforcement was far more lax when it came to minor incidents, but...]

Seriously, Baroona?! Don't you know that's a fire---

[She cut herself off as she hears the familiarwhirr of the security robots making their way to the scene. Smoke detected in non-smoking area.

Face. Palm. Sonnuvabitch. Mikoto breaks into a run, grabbing Baroona's arm and tossing him an irritated look.] ---idiot! Come on! Those stupid robots are going to start searching for cigarettes, which I'm sure you've got on you!

[But, dammit, where could they go now---Mikoto huffs, trying to think. Pretty much everyone, their mother, their grandparents, and their aunts and uncles saw her with Baroona during the parade...

And just when things couldn't get worse, Mikoto's phone goes off again. Yanking it out, she growls---]

ONEE-SAMA!!!!! WHO IS THIS SHADY-LOOKING GUY WITH YOU?!?!?!?! IT'S ALL OVER THE SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES AND BLOGS!!!!!

[Mikoto's face twists into abject horror at the number of links attached to the above frantic message from Kuroko. Her lips curl into a snarl, and electricity shoots past her head as she gives Baroona her worst look.]

Will you just trust me on this one and go with my plan?! What happened during the parade is frickin' breaking news, and everyone knows who you are! I won't be able to be seen with you now without people making a stupid scene!

Edited (sob typos) 2013-11-07 05:53 (UTC)

So?

[Baroona's a fast runner. There's every reason he could match her pace and make it easier for them to flee. Does he do it? No. To the contrary–he lets Mikoto drag him in a small act of revenge. Payback for the crossdressing suggestion, the dragging him around, the minimum explanations of everything that's going on.

He's cranky but he meets Mikoto's glare coolly.]

I don't mind.

[Granted, all the attention Mikoto garnered was annoying but not to the degree Mikoto treated it. He could ignore crowds and photo flashes.]

can you even be late to a musebox

idk but i still feel bad....

omg don't and how did you even respond so quickly

u_u behold...the power of...coffee...

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like half a century later sobbing

i'm pretty sure this is my only non-angsty log

agreed....

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