A/N: First, I do not own Full Metal Panic! I do own, my character and this story. This is a fanfiction I wrote a long time ago, it is mainly centered around my own character. I know that the name for her is probably not the name Sousuke and Kaname would choose, but for some reason, it stuck. This is just the first chapter, I have written a few more, but I want to see how this is recieved first. This is a basic intro to Izumi Sagara, her younger brother will be introduced later. The story doesn't really have a direction yet, but I might make one later. I have also taken some liberties with the world and timeline, and who is alive and what happened. Let's just say I didn't follow the light novels to the letter. Thanks for reading, and enjoy. And reviews are greatly greatly appreciated and can be a big motivator for getting chapters written. Just saying.

Chapter One

It was a peaceful day. Pleasantly warm with a few puffy clouds drifting almost lazily across the pale blue sky. Birds were chirping absently as they fluttered around attending to their young. The helpless chicks chirped happily, relying completely upon mother for their needs. Without her they wouldn't survive. Without mommy bringing them food and watching for predators the chicks would surely die. That was nature. The young and inexperienced relied on the old for their needs and survival. That was the way things were supposed to work. It was the way nature had intended. Nature, however, did not always get its way.

A woman, a woman who actively lived in defiance of this so called nature, walked with a hand to her temples. Not again.

She turned a corner, holding her breath. Of course. An ambulance was parked in front of the school building. The paramedics were outside talking to some policemen. Sirens. Clip boards. Irate parents and teachers. The typical. Just another day for Kaname Sagara.

She stormed up the steps to the elementary school. It was a familiar trip to the principal's office where she nodded hello to all the staff, which by now recognized her easily. She sighed as she spotted the little girl sitting in a chair, her head back and her face somber.

The girl had long hair that was dark and messy; it seemed no matter what you did you could never get it to look neat, so it was not for lack of trying. Her grey eyes were blank. At first look, she appeared to be a well behaved, even adorable, little girl. It was hard for anyone to believe that she could cause so much trouble.

The girl didn't show any acknowledgement to her mother as she went into the office.

"Mrs. Sagara, nice to see you again." The principal greeted. He had well groomed silver hair and thin glasses.

"Thank you, Mr. Hyashimizu." Kaname said, looking drained.

He put his fingers together, "I should tell you, this time…don't be too hard on her. I do have to suspend her, but she is a good kid at heart. I simply can't ignore the damage to the school and the four students in the hospital. The teachers and parents are starting to complain. She claims she was defending a weaker student, and I believe her account of the situation, but it is out of my hands." He looked saddened by the news.

He was one of the few educators in the school that had a soft spot for the capable child. Izumi Sagara was always polite and respectful. She did her school work with diligence and always received top marks. However, the child carried with her an unshakable aura of danger. After several debates with her husband, Kaname had consented to rudimentary training for Izumi. If she was going to continue to jump at the sign of danger, she might as well know what she was doing. Not to mention, Izumi had been pleading with her parents for training since she could walk. She was now well versed in basic combat skills, evasion, weaponry, survival, and she had a basic grasp of biochemical warfare among other things. Her knowledge of fighting and weaponry often lead to problems. She had her father's instincts when it came to danger, which meant absolutely everything was a threat. Izumi always had to be prepared. That, added with her strong sense of justice, meant the 'sweet little girl' found herself needing to utilize said skills frequently.

"I see…I guess I'll take her home now." Kaname stood up. "Thank you. And I'm sorry about the trouble…again."

The principal nodded and sighed as she left. Then he smiled. He was reminded of a certain student with similar tendencies from his high school days.

In the hall Kaname stood in front of her daughter.

"Let's go, Izumi."

Without a word, Izumi stood up and followed her mother out of the building. Neither said a word on the way home. Kaname was too tired and her daughter was naturally quiet. Unless Sousuke was around. When her father was home Izumi's more friendly and talkative nature came out.

Once inside the house, Izumi waited to be scolded. Her eyes were calm. Not the face a child normally displayed before being scolded…but then again Izumi Sagara was by no means a normal child.

She was smart, creative, and highly efficient. She also had a very strong temper, inherited from a certain parent. And she possessed a keen awareness for her mistakes and she always took responsibility for them. In many ways, she was mature beyond her years.

"Is that true? You were defending another student?"

"Affirmative." The girl loved to adopt her father's way of speech. She absorbed anything to do with his line of work like an eager sponge. Her sharp memory and impressive physical and mental strength made her aptitude in those areas alarmingly proficient.

Kaname took a deep breath and readied herself, "What happened?"

Like a machine, Izumi told her story, "I was taking my normal designated route to class. On the way, I happened upon a small boy being harassed by no less than four much larger boys. I tried to diffuse the situation verbally at first. However, the miscreants continued. I assess that the easiest way for me to take out the enemy was to take them out all at once, seeing as to take them one at a time would make me late for class. I took out a small concussion grenade and threw it approximately three feet behind them. It was meant simply as a means to scare them into retreat. It worked to stop the enemy; however…my mental calculations seemed to be off. The explosion was too powerful and still too close. They were thrown forward into a nearby wall, knocked unconscious and sustained minor abrasions from the impact and the resulting shrapnel. Then I was brought to the office." She briefed her mother on the situation, not breaking her stance or gaze.

Kaname looked angry, "You had a grenade?" How many times had she told Sousuke to hide all of his weapons for this exact reason?

Izumi looked at the floor, "Affirmative."

Kaname didn't need to ask where she managed to get an explosive. She was going to kill Sousuke.

"Well, if you weren't in trouble for causing such a disaster at school, again, you are in a lot of trouble for having explosives. Go to your room. I'll decide your punishment later."

"Understood." Izumi breathed, defeated. She walked up the stairs and to her room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Kaname sat down. She thought she had trouble keeping her husband in line. Her daughter was, in certain ways, a menace to society. Thinking about it made Kaname sad. She loved her daughter, she didn't want to think of her that way. But something had to be done. Sousuke would be home in a few hours, she would talk about a proper punishment with him then. She almost laughed when she thought of telling her husband. In all honestly, he would probably side with Izumi, scolding her only for misjudging the power of the grenade.