Infinite Stratos belongs to Izuru Yumizuru, my OC(s) and Original Ideas belong to me.
Orimura Residence, Tokyo, Japan
1200 Hours, August 2, 2024
A fanfare of trumpets play, a steady beat on the drums. Suddenly, we are greeted by three women who are smiling brightly at the camera.
The camera focuses on a woman with a blue dress, she has dark blond hair and beautiful enticing blue eyes.
"Hello, and welcome to Tea Time! As always I'm your host Claudia von Badenburg!" the woman in blue dress says jubilantly. The audience claps and cheers.
The camera moves over to her right, here we are greeted by a lady in a red dress and black stockings easily viewable to the watcher. Her eyes are a mysterious shade of amber that seem to be playing with the camera.
"Former Representative of France, Evelyn de Harcourt!" Claudia says rolling the French name off her tongue expertly. The audience cheers their applause and goes crazy.
The camera then moves to a woman in white lab coat and black turtleneck underneath, her dark raven hair and brown eyes play together nicely as moans of adoration can be heard.
"Noted researcher and former Representative of Japan, Kazumi Oto!" The crowd goes wild once more as all the women simply smile at the attention.
The camera resets to encompass the three women, cups of tea in their hands they all take a sip with elegance and grace, clearly showing off their skill to the world. After a sip, Claudia clears her throat and looks at the camera.
"Once again Welcome to Tea Time, and today we have a few things to go through so let's start with the most interesting and pressing of the matters."
"Last night in Tokyo, our agents on the ground got wind of an incident that occurred at the American Embassy." The camera focuses intently on Claudia's face.
"It seems that a peaceful protest against armed soldiers in the country, quickly reinforced their point when soldiers fired upon them!" Gasps and whispers are heard as sounds of shock and anger filled the air.
"We don't know the full details but at least twelve are in the hospital, and at least a few are in a critical state of emergency." The camera pans out to see the faces of the three women, Claudia has a serious face, Evelyn has an angered face, and Kazumi retains a disappointed look.
"Ladies what do you say?" Claudia asks.
"Can't say that I'm too surprised, we've seen just how violent the Americans are." Dr. Oto says, murmurs of agreement can be heard from the audience.
"Well, what I don't just understand is why they don't just give the Americans the boot? Out of Japan, Germany, Italy, the UK, out of everywhere!" Her little shout of indignity suddenly caused the crowd to jump up in glee, clearly loving her idea. Evelyn's face lights up at the praise she receives.
"Well you see, the Americans pay good money to retain those bases and they have long standing contracts with those countries in order to keep those bases. Do recall Miss de Harcourt, what's good for the Strategic Coalition isn't always best for Germany, the UK, or any other nation within it." Claudia says cautiously, the crowd remains divided and Evelyn's bright smile deteriorates to something of a false one.
"But anyway, what do you think caused this incident? Could it be aggressive protesters?" Evelyn scoffs and Dr. Kazumi laughs sarcastically.
"In Japan we are one of the most peaceful countries in the world, I find it rather unlikely that our people were the aggressors" Dr. Kazumi says with a smirk.
"Even more so in France!" Evelyn cries out. (Joke about France always surrendering goes here)
"That may be so but nevertheless people are in a hospital, clinging on to life with all they have? All because of some American Soldier who was just eager to shoot his gun." Claudia says with remorse heavy on her words.
"It's disgusting isn't it? This is why the Infinite Stratos should be brought to the United States! And not just there but everywhere in the so called 'Arsenal of Liberty!'" People cheered on Miss de Harcourt as she rallied the crowd.
"No more dead citizens!" A brave member of the crowd shouted out. Clapping went wild and cheers were rampant as everyone-
The TV went dark as Ichika Orimura pressed the power button on the remote. He lay in his bed, his body spread out as he groaned in frustration. Bags of skin were under his eyes and yet he could not fall asleep. He had tried everything he could think of: warm milk, soft music, good food, and boring TV even! It only just helped make his stay awake. Bringing his hands to his tired face he wiped away the accumulating grime and clumsily outstretched his hands to the edges of the bed. Pulling on them he managed himself up and began making his way to his window. The overcast morning had been dispelled rather quickly and was replaced with a hot autumn sun, but the one thing that didn't change was the presence of guards.
They stood outside the gates, the shine of the sun reflecting off their ugly, black metal. Their faces were covered in balaclavas and they wore combat uniforms, the only other thing worth of note was the bulge of the chest that identified them as being female. They had halted traffic alongside his street by two armored cars at the end of both streets, where even more guards were at.
With a sigh, Ichika turned away from the view and walked out of his room. His feet patting on the hardwood floors, he made his way down a hallway and onto the ground floor. The house was silent save for Ichika's sparse movements and it cast an unsettled mood. Ichika however paid no heed as he made his way to the kitchen, glancing at the clock he saw it was 12 O'Clock
'Time for lunch at least' Ichika thought as he opened the fridge, checking the ingredients within. Seeing a spare bento box left in one of the compartments he retrieved it, and went to the microwave. Placing it in, he set the timer and stood motionless as the microwave whirred as it heated his meal.
Ichika yawned, tired and unable to go to sleep. Standing there he couldn't help but reflect at the situation. It had all started back on Friday…..
0900 Hours, July 31, 2024
Ichika Orimura walked unfamiliarly down the hall, a backpack slung over his shoulder and piece of paper clenched tightly in his right hand he gulped as he looked down a darkened hallway. Today was the last day to make up for last year's poor testing scores, and if he didn't do well….. he shuddered as he thought of what his Sister might do to him. Walking aimlessly, all he had from the lady at the desk was 'Go to the Gym', not much but a good idea. Ichika began to sweat seriously as he walked into a dead end, feeling hopelessness fill him he began to turn back when he saw a door that said "Gymnasium". With a quick fist pump and a victorious look he ran into the room as fast as he could.
He would soon find that this decision would change his life forever.
Pushing open the doors Ichika saw a large gy which was a standard feature across schools across the world. But what caught him off guard was the fact that there was an IS standing in the center, illuminated by some of the dim lights. Ichika intrigued by the machine slowly began to approach it, his original purpose of taking the tests replaced with a sudden, internal urge to touch the machine. Step by step he inched in closer, the IS taking on greater detail and his heart rate going up faster and faster. Finally, he stood in front of the empty suit and raised a hand. Soon enough his hand was placed on the cold metal and Ichika stood transfixed by the strange metallic beauty. But then his hand started to burn on the metal, yelping loudly Ichika pulled on his hand in an attempt to remove it but to no avail. Suddenly the IS began glowing a strange yellow and a mechanical humming filled the area. Ichika could only cry out in fear when the doors burst open.
"Who the hell is-!" a woman with a gun said as she opened the door, astounded she didn't whether to be amazed at what was going on or the fact that there was a man in the IS.
Ichika was now in the IS, fully controlling everything.
"Get out now, or we will fire upon you!" The lady hissed at Ichika while pulling out her radio.
This was not looking good for Ichika.
"It's now what you think! I don't even know what I'm doing!" Ichika said helplessly as he shied away from the pointed gun.
"I don't know how an Spy from the Arsenal got in here, but one thing's for sure!" Ichika heard the lady cock the gun.
"You're not getting out of here alive." She said in a low threatening tone, Ichika only gulped in terror.
"Spy? Arsenal? What is this a video game?" Ichika said with confusion on his face.
Suddenly, two ISs burst through the roof of the gym aiming their guns down at Ichika.
"Get out of the IS and we may just let you live!" one of the pilots of the IS called out.
"OK! Uh, how do I do that?" Ichika asked slightly embarrassed, mostly terrified.
All the women were taken back at the man's question. Surely if he were a spy from the Arsenal of Liberty, he would know these things would he not?
"What's your name?" the lady on the ground yelled out.
"Ichika! Ichika Orimura!" Ichika cried.
Looks of confusion ran about, what kind of spy would tell them their name, and he clearly didn't seem to know anything about the Arsenal of Liberty?
"What country are you from?" One of the IS Pilots demanded from Ichika.
"Japan, why?" Ichika stuttered out, now as equally as confused.
"No way…." the lady on ground said as she looked at Ichika.
Ichika Orimura has become the first man in the known world to be able to pilot an IS.
Ichika was shocked from his tired meanderings with the beeping of the microwave, with a deep sigh he opened the microwave and took out the food. Moving over to the table he sat down and opened the box looking at the food within, steam rising from the reheated food.
Ichika gave a tired itadakimasu and prepared to eat when he heard a knocking at the door.
There were no visitors today Ichika thought as he rose up and went to the door.
'Chifuyu-nee perhaps? Or is it the sold-' he was interrupted by more knocking on the door, this time it seemed like impatient knocking.
"I'm coming!" Ichika called as he arrived at the door.
Opening it slightly, the door was forcibly thrown towards Ichika knocking him down on the floor. He grunted in surprise and was surprised to see a man standing there.
The man was of above average height making him more noticeable than most, he had pale slightly tanned skin that gave him a slight glow. His face held a noticeable scar on his upper right cheek that went into his forehead. He had a tight set jaw and boxy look to his face that made it seem slightly small. But there was nothing tiny about this man as he stood in front of Ichika's door the early afternoon sun shining around him giving him an unearthly look.
Ichika could only lay there breathing and gasping, unable to move.
The man took a step, his boot making a noticeable impression on the hardwood floor.
Ichika was about to tell him to take his shoes off when the man removed his aviator glasses, and turned hard steel eyes on the boy.
"Ichika Orimura?" he said with a demanding look on his face.
"Y-y-yes?" Ichika stammered out.
The man's frown became even greater, as he took another step and leaned in slightly.
"I'm your bodyguard Howard Graves, from now on until you graduate IS Academy we will eat, breathe, sleep, and die together." The man said with a tone of impetuous that made Ichika balk.
"B-but…" Ichika could only shimmer in terror and confusion as his 'bodyguard' stood in front of him.
"And one thing…" he said with disgust evident on his mouth.
Ichika kept silent afraid to say anything.
"If you call me Howard, I'll rip your goddamn guts out through your mouth." He said with a zeal, that shook Ichika to his core.
And the Adventure begins…..
Hello my faithful readers! What did you think? Anyhow, I plan to follow the IS Story for the first season and I'll have to finish up the Second Season to see what I do for there but yeah, here you go! Also, there will be different POVs like I said. Howard Graves will not be the only OC who tells a story.
The Last Chapter was BS I know, but I kind of needed to write it like that so some future concepts make sense. It was awkward to write and I learned a valuable lesson, stories written at 2 A.M usually aren't that good. I'm sorry, we all had to endure that.
Without further ado, thank you.