I do not own Full Metal Panic! as much as I would like owning Sousuke, but I don't. I don't owns its characters, so on so forth. However, I own the female main characters and the following events, so please enjoy!

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Prologue:

STANDING BEFORE Lieutenant Commander Kalinin's officer door of the flagship Tuatha de Danaan, Sergeant Sousuke Sagara knocked the metal door with his comrades, Sergeant Kurz Weber and Sergeant Major Melissa Mao on either side of him. They waited for access into the officer. Shortly, the three recieved a "Come in" from a male's voice within.

The young man turned the knob and entered. All three SRT's saluted to the gray-haired and bearded man at his desk. Kakinin nodded to them.

"At ease. Please, come forward." the older soldier motioned to them. They obeyed and stood before them. The youngest, Sousuke Sagara, standing straighter than the other two. Yet, this was natural.

"You requested us, sir?" Mao asked curiously.

"Yes." he nodded. Patiently, they waited for their assignment. "Recently, there have been reports of a Whispered in the region of Dazaifu, Japan." The recruits exchanged glances. "The young woman's life hasn't been at threat yet, but we can't take any risks. Her father has noticed that their have been minor problems involving his daughter. He was once part of Mithril except he suffered an injury and had to retire. Nevertheless, he is worried about his daughter and the large company he owns. He needs people to protect his daughter around the clock."

"Yes, sir." the two men and woman said in unison.

"Sergeant Weber and Sergeant Major Mao, please get the essentials for Segeant Sagara's transfer." Kalinin ordered. They saluted and left the room while Sousuke watched them leave with a confused expression. Somehow, his heart dropped recording the word 'transfer' in his head.

He was being transfered? Like to another school? Away from his original assignment? Away from his friends? Away from Kaname? He blinked, thinking of her. Why was she suddenly an special, individual problem to him? What was she going to think when he told her he was leaving? He made a face, slightly fearful and regretfully. It was either going to be painfully bad or badly painful. Either way, the seventeen-year-old didn't like the situation.

"Now, Sergeant," Sousuke's foster "father" called to him, bringing the spiky brunet from his thoughts. Sousuke's gray eyes peered back to him. "I'd like you to meet someone. Mr. Eiichi!"

Raising a brow, the teenager glanced over his shoulder to see a man, probably in his late thirties, emerged from the door. His hair was black and neatly done with and his eyes were a deep brown color. Glasses spectacled his eyes and he wore a suit. He looked very professional and stern.

"Hello, Mr. Sagara." the man greeted.

Sweat dropping, Sousuke somehow had a bad feeling.

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IN THE backyard of a traditional Japanese home in Dazaifu, Japan. It was a beautiful spring day with a light breeze, which caused the surrounding sakura trees to have their blossoms to descend from the branches to make a soft pink blanket on the green grass. The sun hung brightly in the blue sky that was brushed with fluffy, white clouds. Sun rays shined through the trees making elegant patterns on the ground.

Underneath the tallest sakura tree of the Eiichi home, two people stood; one girl and one boy. The brunette, teenaged girl looked bored and downright agited as she leaned her back against the trunk of the tree and her arms were folded across her chest. Now, the boy, who had dark red hair, had the opposite expression of being perverse and amused.

"So, Miss. Seira, I know we've spent only a day together, but I've actually found myself," the young man's leering eyes traveled her body with a smirk. "Interested in you."

Sweat dropping, Seira rolled her lavender hues trying not to vomit. "My face is up here, Mr. Higarashi." she said through her teeth. His eyes raised back to her. She glared. "Now, listen carefully," she stood straight and pushed against his chest to make him step back, but not by that, but by the malicousness in her eyes. "You're a disgusting scumbag and I hate your guts. I hate you like every other other jerk-face that has come here to court me for marriage. I wouldn't marry you even if you were the last man on earth. So you can take yourself and get the hell out of here 'cause you aren't getting anywhere near me, my father's company, or our money. Got it?"

Swallowing hard, the redhead nodded fearfully. Seira smirked slightly. With that, she turned on her wooden sandaled heel and walked into her home, sliding the door behind her and leaving Mr. Higarashi completely dumfounded and scared stiff. He hadn't expected her to be that way, especially from how she acted beforehand around her parents. It was like she had two different personalities.

Yet, he had heard from others, that had tried to marry her, that Seira Eiichi was like that. Mr. Higarashi hoped the next suitor had better luck then again, he felt bad for the guy. Nonetheless, feeling disappointed and rejected, the redhead sighed and went home. He could always find another girl.

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