Hello all of you other socially awkward people this is my first fanfic so enjoy my bad writing skills (editing done by my friend MemeroseAT)
Chapter 1
Just like any other 16 year old, Alfred never stood out. He was only six foot with vibrant blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. He was very outgoing by nature, and wasn't very shy unless he wanted to be. He had his friends, his video games, his awesome skills in martial arts; what more can he want? But there was one thing that made him different from everybody else: his vast intellect.
Alfred's genius mind was so advanced from all of his other classmates that he joined university at his early age, but then "it" happened; A coincidence that would change his life forever
Alfred's P.O.V
"Where the fuck am I?" I asked myself as I walked along the corridor, looking for the exam room.
Today was the day I was going to get into university, but I obviously took a wrong turn and ended up roaming the god damn halls like an idiot. Finally, I saw a door with a sign that was hung against it. "Examination Room" it read. I sighed with relief and turned the knob as I walked into the room.
"Sorry I'm la-" I started to say, but to my surprise, the room was empty, all but a metal suit that stood in the center of the room.
"What the hell?" I murmured to myself, cautiously etching toward the suit, watching it for any sudden movements. After a minute of me slowly walking to the machine, I managed to get right in front of it.
"Well," I said to myself, "If no one is here to stop me, there's no reason for me not to at least take it for a spin."
The machine was very big; at least 15 foot, and it was completely covered in metal, except the torso where, supposedly, the driver controlled the mecha from. On the back of it's feet, it had some sort of anti-gravity mechanism that allowed, well, anti-gravity or flight. It's weapons were pretty basic, as there was only one, and it was what many people know as a swallow, which is a long pole with four blades that stick out at just before the end. The blades were very long, most likely designed for trickery, and slashing to damage the opponent. The overall design of the machine looked like it was designed for speed, mobility, and offense, subtracting defense which would to be my liking.
I began climbing up the metal structure into the pilot seat before metal straps locked me into place. The first thing I tried to do was move. I might as well be trying to pilot a rock, but after a few tries, I managed to walk around freely, and found out that I could slightly hover off the ground.
After being awed by the ability to move the giant metal machine, a tall woman walked in, checking her phone, completely oblivious to the 15 foot metal suit in front of her.
"Alright," she said solemnly, starting to look up at me. "Let's start with mobili.." She trailed off once she she saw my face.
"Hey there," I greeted, raising the metal clawed hang and demonstrating my skills to her, but maybe a little too close. With that, the expression on her face turned from confusion, to shock and fear.
"Could you wait here please?" She asked hastily, as she ran out the door.
"Surrrreee..." I trailed off as she ran and, with that, I had time to think about how much trouble I'm in. After about four minutes of waiting, five females, about my age, entered the room wearing the same types of machines as me, but with different weapon, color, design. One of them walked up to me as she pointed huge SMGs at me.
"Please don't shoot!" I pleaded as I raised my hands. Looks like they didn't take my advice as she laid down a large amount of fire, but just as they did, a mechanised voice calmly announced, "Night movement activated." The firing halted and confused expressions came onto the pilot's faces.
"Hell yeah!" I boasted, pulling out my weapon, to realize my machine had changed, as well as my Swallow. I also had two daggers in holsters at around my hips. I calculated that this 'night movement' thing was a clocking device which meant I had the element of surprise.
Clicking my swallow back onto my back, I drew the two daggers and looked around at all the females, whom were still confused, and looked for the one with the highest ranking which appeared to be a girl in a dark red machine with wings, and two armed samurai swords.
"Well done, Charlotte," the girl in the dark red machine praised. "Go ahead and shoot the terrorist right as we had her surrounded."
'Her?' I thought in my head. "I'm a guy," I exclaimed, disabling the clocking effect myself out of the machine. All five girls stared at me in disbelief. After about 2 seconds of them gawking, they all reached for their weapons as the one in the dark red machine rushed towards me.
I evaded the attack, sheathed my daggers, and equipped my Swallow as she came in for another strike. I blocked the attack with the end of one of my blades, which had stunned her. Seeing this as my chance to counter, I did a side flip, twirling my Swallow around me, creating an illusion that looked like I was aiming for the head, when I was really aiming for her arms, in hopes that it would stop her attacks. She took the bait, and used her blades to protect her head before I struck her right arm, causing her to drop one of her swords.
"Please, listen!" I yelled. "I'm not a terrorist or anything, I was just looking for the university exam hall and I ended up here!"
"Like we'd believe that!" Said a small brunette in a pink machine with a sort of weapon like mine, with what looked like two shoulder cannons. "Don't believe me? Here," I said, handing over my student card. A girl in a gray and orange machine grabbed the card and what looked like running tests on it. After a few seconds, the girl gave it back.
"We are so sorry; it's just that we have had terrorist problems lately and someone informed us that you threatened to hurt them," she explained while bowing.
"That's okay," I assured. "These things happen!"
After saying that, a tall woman with black hair and a clipboard walked in with a face I knew all too well.
"Alfred Hitred," she said as I stood up straight.
"Yes, Chifuyu?" I responded as the girls stared at me, probably confused about how I knew Chifuyu.
"You will be attending the IS academy starting in two weeks, and in that time you will be in the custody of the Japanese Armed Forces for training," she explained.
"Excuse me, what?" I questioned. "How do I get out of this?"
"Well, the authorities have decided that you can have this IS as your own, as you have already deactivated the default mode," Chifuyu responded. "So just think of it getting smaller and smaller."
"Alright," I said, as I closed my eyes and focused the giant IS into something smaller. After about three seconds of complete focus and concentration, I felt something grab around my finger. I opened my eyes to see a faint green light, dimming into a silver ring with a chain in the center, wrapped around my middle finger.
"Now, come along, Alfred," Chifuyu motioned towards the door. With that, my life of girls, giant metal suits and many more coincidences awaits me.
