Setting after season one. The plot is completely different. Everything but Tristian and his IS are not mine. Enjoy.
TOV
Tristian looked around the strange bullet train as he headed towards the IS academy. He was extremely nervous and hoped to hell that it didn't show. Looking at the twin, fingerless and midnight black gauntlets he wore. His IS Shadou was technically a first generation but after a few lessons from Tabane Shinonono had given enough ideas to make his IS better than any Third or Fourth generation IS. The train pulled up to his stop and the minute the doors were wide enough, Tristian slipped through and booked it. He was beyond late.
Doing a partial activation, a reflective visor appeared over his eyes. Information began to flash across the screen as his violent eyes read the map and adjusted his course to the fastest to the academy. Giving the useless information only the tiniest amount of attention, Tristian began reading about the other male going to the academy
Orimura Ichika
"Hm." He said to himself. Used the same IS as Chifuyu Orimura. An offensive based machine with the Barrier void technique. Interesting. At least he thought so until he ran into someone. As they tumble down to the ground, Tristian reacted immediately by reaching out and pulling the person close to his body. Spinning, Tristian positioned himself so he would hit the ground first. With a solid thud and a whoosh as the air left his lungs; Tristian painfully rolled over, get up and continued to run.
"Damn it!" He cursed himself, "I'm so dead."
HOV
Houki sat down at her desk, pulling out her books and note as the bell chimed. Tiding her stuff for the class, she looked up at the holo-board and was confused at name written there. Tristian Hawley.
"Who's that? She wondered to herself. Miss Orimura stood at the podium with the usual intimidating air. She had a scowl and was checking the clock more than a normal person would. Signaling for Miss Yamada to start the class, Houki readied herself for a case-load of notes.
About fifteen minutes later, the door slammed open to reveal a tall, brown hair boy wearing a tight grey shirt, sleeveless leather jacket and jean. He wore a dark visor that completely hid his eyes. Panting hard the kid pulled out an envelope and handed it to Miss Orimura. Tearing it open, she pulled out a letter and read it quickly. She motioned for the boy to follow and the two of them walked over to Houki's desk.
"Miss Shinonono, this is Tristian Hawley, the Representative Candidate of America, the new student. You will be showing him around this academy and teaching him Japanese."
Completely shock, Houki stared at Miss Orimura dumbfounded. What was she talking about? This person couldn't be an IS pilot. Ichika was the only male IS pilot. How could there be two? And how was he a Representative Candidate? Miss Orimura notice and said something to the boy. He responded in a confused voice. After receiving a sharp nod, the boy raised his left arm until it was parallel to the ground. Houki noticed that he was a fingerless metal glove that ended halfway to his elbow. The glove began to glow. Immediately his entire arm was covered in sleek black IS armor.
Everyone gasped at the partial deployment of an IS by a male. Houki couldn't see the boy's eyes but saw the tiny movements of his head and guessed he was looking around the room. Deactivating his IS, Houki saw that the visor went with it, revealing startlingly violent eyes looking back at her. He left her face to gaze around the room with naked eyes. His eyes settled on a person. Following his gaze, Houki saw Ichika staring right back. Shifting in her chair so she could easily spring at the new kid, but all he did was give a respectful nod and made his visor come back.
After saying something to Miss Orimura, the new student sat on the floor next to Houki's desk. Looking down at him in surprise, Houki was wondering how this boy even got an IS. Turning his visor sporting face towards her, tilted in question. Shaking her head Houki though that it was gonna be a long semester.
TOV
Tristian used his visor to translate the entire class and store it as notes. His guide kept looking at as he sat next to her desk, fiddling his thumbs. A bell chimed and everyone stood up. He looked up at everyone through his visor. They were staring at his in fascination. Laying on his back, Tristian ninja flipped to his feet, earning a few gasps and a single clap. Within seconds he was surrounded by females all speaking in a strange language. Completely overwhelmed, he looked at the girl who was supposed to be his guide, putting her books in a bag and refusing to look at him. Mumbling a few choices at her, Tristian really was getting uncomfortable with all the females pressing against him. Tristian finally couldn't take it anymore; he placed his right foot on the side of the nearest desk and used it to propel himself into the air and flipped over the group to land across the room. With a final salute, Tristian bolted through the door hoping to disappear.
HOV
"You could've been a little nicer to him." Ichika said as he walked up to her with the usual group in to. Houki glared at him as she stuffed the last of her books into her bag. He was right; she left him to deal with numerous amounts of girls.
"Any guy should feel uncomfortable." She told herself. Though she'd never admit it to anyone, she was really impressed with his strength. How much power did it take to launch yourself across a classroom?
"You should go and apologize." Cecilia demanded. Houki gave her a look with an arched eyebrow. Who did this pathetic girl think she was? All she could do was shoot a gun from a distance, but to her disappointment, she was right. Houki would have to suck up her pride and apologize.
"Any idea where he went?' she sighed. The group looked at each other surprised. She knew they expected her to put up more of a fight. The reason she didn't was because, she had been where this boy was now. Alone in a foreign place, with no clue at all.
"My guess is the roof." Charlotte said. Houki sighed again, standing up. The group parted before as she walked by. Surprise and impressed looked etched into their facial features. She took her time on her way to the roof. Mostly about how Ichika has affected her life since last year and her feelings for him.
When she got to the roof, she found it empty. Taking a couple steps forward, seeing some IS flying off in the distance. After making sure the roof was empty, she turned around and nearly ran into the violent eyed boy
"What…you…want?" he asked in broken Japanese. His closeness was unsettling as his unusual eye color. He had somehow lost the jacket and the grey shirt. All he was wearing on his upper body was a black IS pilot uniform; which didn't leave much to the imagination. His abdomen and stomach were tanned sculpted to perfection. His arm weren't bulging with muscle but the skin was pulled tight across so much you could see the veins pulsing. Houki looked down feeling the heat rush to her face.
There was a short burst of angry laughter before Tristian moved away to the railing. Gripping it with both hands he tried again at speaking, "Always…dream…able…fly."
Houki spent a few minutes deciphering what he said and came to the conclusion of "It was always my dream to fly." Houki nodded in agreement; it was an experience that she loved now that she had her own IS. She found herself respecting this boy. Full of unexpected surprises; like for instance jumping over the rail.
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