I don't own FLCL or any characters. I don't even have the DVDs, so don't sue me. You won't get any money anyway, I'm broke.

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Author's note: I'm really new to FFnet, so bear with me. I'm a really big fan of the series, and I figured that I should at least try to make a fanfic about it. I probably have many of my facts screwed up, but many of you who will read this probably don't have the show all figured out, either. Oh, and I used Haruko's "real" name for this. I'm pretty sure it's Raharu, but if it isn't, tell me and I'll change it.

Italics means thought. Unless I use it for emphasis.

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Name: Haruhara Raharu

Cadet #: 73226

Preferred Weapon: Bass Guitar

Test Scoring:

Intelligence – 73/100

Reaction Time – 99/100

Weapon Accuracy – 94/100

Overall Skill in Battle – 97/100

Comments: While her intelligence is startlingly below normal, Haruhara has unparalleled skill in combat situations. Even under heavy fire, she is able to keep her cool, yet act quickly enough to resolve nearly any situation. It is our recommendation that she be graduated from the Academy as soon as can be arranged.

A girl of twenty looked was looking at this file. A certain pink-haired, bass wielding girl of twenty. The more she looked at it, the happier she became. Especially the bottom part. It is our recommendation that she be graduated from the Academy as soon as can be arranged. Those words resounded in her head like the sound of a guitar did after you were hit in the head in one of the battle simulators. She, Haruhara Raharu, was going to graduate and become a fully-fledged member of the Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood. After only two years!

Most students at the Academy spent at least three years of grueling training to graduate. She had spent most of her time goofing off and riding her vespa around the halls, and she graduated in only two years. Granted, she had done pretty well in most of her tests, but this was just unheard of.

There was a noise behind her in the dark, and she turned and left before anyone discovered her.

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"…And you'll notice the patient's lack of a brain. When the N.O. portal is opened, it actually…" God, this guy could talk forever thought Raharu. She was sitting through another boring lecture about something she'd never need to use as a space cop. She idly doodled an open head with nothing inside it. Letting out a huge sigh, she put her head down on the desk and tried to take a nap. Maybe the teacher wouldn't notice. "And what do you think happens next, Ms. Haruhara?" No such luck.

"Uh…" she searched around for an answer, but she seemed suddenly devoid of a brain.

Suddenly, a voice came from the PA, "Haruhara Raharu, please report to the Captain immediately." Saved by the bell.

"Fooly Cooly!" she yelled the first thing that came to mind, before running out the door. Once outside the room, she was safe. For now, anyway. Had the Captain discovered that she had broken into his office and looked at her file? Hopefully not. She had been as careful as she knew how to be, and she hadn't disturbed anything.

When she finally reached the place of last night's trespasses, the Captain's all-too-cheery secretary said, "The Captain will be with you in a moment," with her best happy pill induced smile.

"O…K…" said Raharu, with a quizzical look on her face. (AN: Just imagine someone so happy that it can make Haruko ill at ease) She took a seat across from the secretary, making sure that she was facing her. That's not the kind of person you want your back to.

After about five minutes, the secretary perked up (a seemingly impossible feat) and said, "You can go in now." Raharu stood up, and made her way to the office door, making sure to face the happy demon the whole way. The happy demon sat at her desk and smiled away at thin air, forgetting Raharu's presence the moment she was out of sight.

Raharu couldn't help but stand in awe of the Captain's office. Actually, it was quite a normal office, except for the gigantic window behind the Captain. The window offered a view of the entire Milky Way galaxy, which they were slowly orbiting. Tearing her eyes from the scene, she forced herself to look down at the Captain. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young. His hair was starting to recede, but she chose not to tell him that at the moment, especially since she might be in trouble to begin with.

He sat there a moment, typing on his computer, the one that Raharu had used last night, until he gave a satisfied nod and turned his head to her. "You know, I could have you expelled. And I have half a mind to do just that."

No point in acting like I don't know what he's talking about thought Raharu to herself. "Hey, I was just wondering how I was doing," she said in an innocent little voice. "And it looks like I wasn't doing half bad."

"No, you weren't."

"Did you say 'weren't?' Oh please, oh please, oh please don't expel me!" She said jumping all over him like only Haruko can do.

Finally able to wrestle her off, the Captain responded, "No, I'm not going to expel you. I'm taking your instructor's advice." He opened up a drawer in his desk and pulled out a piece of paper, then slid it over to her.

She picked it up, and scanned it for a second. "This…this is a diploma. You mean I actually graduated?" She suddenly had on a cheerleader uniform with a large "P!" on it, and she was dancing around. "I graduated, I graduated, I gra-gra-gra-gra-graduated!"

The Captain gave her an odd look before saying, "Yes, you did. You should start packing soon. You're expected to report in to the Galaxy Space Police Headquarters by noon tomorrow for your first job. Good luck, Miss Haruhara."

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AN: Well, I've finally got that done. Review please, tell me if it's good, bad, or just ok. I'll continue it if you guys actually enjoy it, but if you think I should abandon it, then just say so.