Heyo! Wow, it's been forever since I've written. I won't take too much of your time with this. This story is taking place pre-Eternal Summer, and I hope it turns out as well as I'm imagining it.

I do not own Iwatobi Swim Club or any of the characters associated with it.

Chapter One: What?!

Iwatobi High School, home of the almost-championship male swimming team.

And now home to Chiharu Naomi, a petite, silver haired girl with a challenging look in her eyes. She had come to conquer, and conquer she would. At least, in her mind.

Chiharu stepped through the gates, quickly receiving her schedule and slipping through the many students on her way to her strange new classes. The school was big, but not unmanageable. Not for Chiharu. The first room was found easily, and eyes were on her immediately. They were ignored, and the girl proudly took a seat adjacent to a bright eyed, excitable blonde boy. The only part of the speech that exited his lips she acknowledged was his name; Nagisa Hazuki. She nodded in apparent response, but his words mostly fell on deaf ears.

Classes dragged, as per usual. The boredom could have made anyone a little groggy. Of course, Chiharu was quite eager for school to end, for one reason only. And finally, finally, that last bell rang, and teens fled from the grounds in hordes.

She rose slowly, taking her time to reach the school's swimming pool, where the miniscule swimming team was about to begin practice.

"Hello." The confident voice snapped the boys from their occupations, and eight eyes met her.

They were confused eyes, and the owner of the rich green ones spoke. "Uh, are you looking for directions? Most of the clubs are in the main building and this.."

His voice was cut off by Chiharu's soft laughter. "No. I'm here to join the swim club. I assume you are the captain?" She held out a hand, a smug grin on her face. "Chiharu Naomi."

The brunette simply stared at the outstretched hand, confused, for a moment, then shook it weakly. "Uh..Makoto Tachibana, Captain. But...This is a men's swim team."

"Yes," she agreed. "However, if I am correct, there is no women's team in this school. And it seems to me that you could use another member. One such as myself."

"I-i guess, but-"

"Swim, then." The black-haired boy standing in the pool interrupted. Chiharu took no time stripping to her swimsuit, which she had been wearing beneath her new uniform throughout the day, and leaping into the chilled water.

She was quick. Very quick, swimming freestyle. Her kick on the turn propelled her even farther, and she seemed to touch the wall in mere seconds. The boys watched on, slightly in awe, as she grinned.

"How's that for your team? I used to be nicknamed the Nymph." Makoto met the eyes of his teammates, and then Chiharu's.

There was mass confusion in their eyes, and in unison, all except Haruka Nanase, seemed to cry out;

"What?!"