Free A Certain Magical Index, Vol. 8 by Kazuma Kamachi Page B

she didn’t realize its worth at all portrayed her as even more dangerously unprotected.
    Stupid Kikyou, giving me more weird problems to deal with!
She sighed, reminded again of the face of her old friend, a female researcher currently in the hospital. During the one instance Yomikawa had been allowed to see her, all the researcher told her was to look after a certain pair of children. The requester fell unconscious right after making her request, leaving Yomikawa with no details and no way to refuse.
    Apparently she’d been entrusted with a unique duo of espers.
    She could hear the children’s voices from the other side of the door—from in the bathtub.
    “Splish-splash-splish-splash-splish-splash goes Misaka goes Misaka, doing a flutter kick in the narrow bathtub. Maybe this is indoor leisure particularly made for tiny bodies, suggests Misaka suggests Misaka, exploring new possibilities.”
    “Shit, you’re getting water in my face! You’re not supposed to swim around the freakin’ bathtub!!”
    “If only you could use your reflection, says Misaka says Misaka, giving you a pitiful look. Still, the strongest esper starts crying when he gets shampoo in his eyes, huh, says Misaka says Misaka, astonished.”
    “I haven’t completely lost my reflection. I can’t get all bossy with it, since I’m using your network to do the calculations, though. But if I used it here, all the water would bounce off my skin and I might as well have not come here in the first place…Also, I’m not crying, the shampoo in my eyes doesn’t hurt a bit! It might be the first time I ever got the damn thing in my eyes but it doesn’t matter!”
    “Splish-splash-splish-splash-splish-splash!”
    “Yomikaaaaaawaaaaaaaaaa!! Why?! Why do I need to suffer through this brat’s fucking thrashing in here?!”
    Oh, they’re talking to me now.
Yomikawa raised her eyebrows. “It’s fiiine! It’s dangerous for little kids to go unsupervised in the bathtub. They could drown, ’kay?”
    “Then why don’t you supervise her?!”
    “It’s fiiine! If I had to play with such a rambunctious kid, I’d get all soaked and see-through, y’know? Besides, you need to wash yourself properly now that you can finally take a bath again, ’kay?”
    “This is bullshit…!! Why am I constantly surrounded by people who lack the mental faculties to listen to what I’m saying, damn it?!”
    “There, there, there, comforts Misaka comforts Misaka. I understand this is embarrassing for you, but as you can see, Misaka is Misaka is properly equipped with a bath towel. Paying too much attention to it will make things harder for you, says Misaka says Misaka, offering some life advice.”
    “Yeah, right. Here, I’ll give you a shower to the face as thanks.”
    “Bfpppft?! says Misaka says Misaka, toppling over at the sudden attack! That was rude—you risked your life to stand up for me at the end of summer, says Misaka says Misaka, her face going white!”
    “Hah?…Wait a second!”
    “You were so kind to me when the virus was destroying me, so why are you acting like this to me now—could you be bored of Misaka already?! asks Misaka asks Misaka, trembling and shivering at the possibility!”
    “…Uh? What did you just say?…The virus?”
    “Oh no, says Misaka says Misaka, clamping a hand over her mouth.”
    “Don’t
oh no
me, you brat! How do you remember what happened that day?!”
    “Umm, says Misaka says Misaka, poking her cheek with her index finger and stuff.”
    “You were supposed to lose all your memories when I fixed the fucking virus in your brain!”
    “Misaka shares her memories with all the Misakas in the network, from #10032 to #20000, admits Misaka admits Misaka.”
    “…I see.”
    “Basically, I guess if one Misaka loses her memories, it’s okay, since she has a backup, says Misaka says Misaka, sticking out her tongue cutely. They’re not Misaka’s memories, but I can get them back by absorbing memories from other Misakas