It is evening somewhere out over the Pacific Ocean. There is a small island that is a part of Japanese territory covered with a series of buildings. All of it is surrounded by a wall like an artificial cliff that the waves wash up against, leaving virtually no room for a shoreline. Whatever shoreline that does exist is nothing more than narrow clusters of rocks sticking up out of the water, and that is only when the tide is low.
This is the Amazon Academy, an all-girl's educational institution that is supposed to teach Japanese girls how to become proper Japanese women. The island is far from the mainland with transportation to and from the island by ship or helicopter, as the helicopter pad and double wharves show, all in the effort to not allow distractions from the outside. That wall also serves as the dormitory as the windows that covers the sides show.
Every day during school, those girls behave as is expected of them: modest, polite, and neat.
Every day after school, those girls behave as is expected of them: violent, hellbent, and ruthless.
That after school behavior is the result of badges, star-shaped pieces of metal that are their only means of getting food, clothing, and even the ability to lock their dorm rooms. Any girl without a badge is little more than a slave, even during school hours, and must ally with girls who do have badges. There are also girls who possess more than one badge because having more than one makes the wearer more important. Nowhere is safe, save for places that can be properly secured.
And it is all under a faculty whose authority only exists during school hours.
The mayhem of the after school battle royale has since ended. The girls without badges, or badgeless, are now cleaning up or taking other badgeless away to the infirmary. They are all under coercion from brigades of girls wearing red berets and armlets, and wielding collapsible billy clubs. These red wearing girls enforce the will of the Student Council, and can best be known as enforcers.
As cleanup is going on, a girl named Burai Sachiko sits atop the wall. Unlike a Japanese person, she is a natural blonde, showing that she might not be full-blooded Japanese. She is a former student of the Academy who not only skipped class but the jail cell that she had been in for the past six months, as the shackles bounding her wrists together with its long chain shows. Her school uniform is disheveled with her blouse hanging open to reveal her brassiere. Other than the miniskirt, the rest of her attire is not a part of the official school uniform: a thick collar; a belt with endless loopholes hanging at her waist; torn stockings; high-heel ankle boots and half-finger gloves.
But the most unusual thing about her is her monstrous strength. Despite her ordinary physique, she had effortlessly kicked her cell door off its hinges to escape and help a girl. Her strength can only be a manifestation of her will, making it unnatural.
She continues to sit while brooding about her dear friend, Towa. A friend who had six months ago stood over her while she herself was chained and lying on the ground before her. Towa had promised to aid her soon. Towa is dead now. This she learned through a girl named Amasu Kumi, Towa's younger sister: the girl who inspired her to break free after having thrown her badge into the cell with her.
Sachiko jumps to another part of the wall as easily as if she were up on the moon, the result of having a strength level that does not need extra muscle mass. She looks toward the helicopter pad with the wharves near it. Those wharves are almost level with the ocean whenever the tide is high. Right now the tide is low, so they are higher up.
Movement down on the wharves catches Sachiko's attention. She sees a person rising up along the edge of one of the wharves, up one of its ladders. It must be one of the students who had been hiding away. But that can't be right because those wharves are only accessible through a door in the side of the wall, which is kept locked. Is she one of the teachers then? A possibility, since they can also become victims after school because of grudges that the students might hold against them. She must be one of the teachers who had sought to hide somewhere.
Sachiko continues watching the mystery teacher struggling up that ladder, wondering who she might be. Once that teacher is high enough, she splays across the wharf and slowly pulls herself up the rest of the way. There is something odd about that teacher. For one thing, she is struggling to get up, almost as if she is extremely tired.
The teacher is now fully upon the wharf, then slowly gets up on her feet. Sachiko watches the woman shamble along like a zombie, all the way up toward the stairs that lead up to the island proper, all the while trailing water, and pauses at those stairs to look up at them. There is a pair of them, with the next part climbing up in the opposite direction of the first from which it sprouts from. It ends at a long walkway with the door at the end.
The teacher starts the arduous journey up the pair of stairs, one step at a time. Sachiko runs along the length of the wall up to its end and continues watching that teacher getting continuously closer to the top. That is when she discovers that something is not right about that woman.
The teacher arrives at the door and tries to open it, only to find it locked. Sachiko drops down and lands near her. Given her extraordinary talent, simply dropping from that height doesn't phase her. The teacher is startled by her sudden presence and Sachiko is able to see who the mystery teacher is.
But she is not a teacher. She was never she to begin with, nor of their own for that matter.
A foreign man! Sachiko thought with bewilderment. Where did he come from . . . ? Oh yeah, that storm from two days ago! He must've swum a great distance! He's so exhausted now!
The man is Caucasian with pale skin, blond hair, grey eyes, and appears to have a slender build. He also looks to be in his twenties and his face is very easy on the eyes. If Sachiko were barefooted, her crown would be level with his brow, and she is a tall girl even in her bare feet. Other than that red life preserver he needed to wear, his clothing consists of a blue long-sleeved T-shirt; black cargo pants as there is a pocket on each leg; a black leather belt with endless loopholes like her own; and brown suede shoes.
An Occidental man shipwrecked upon this brutal island! What will happen to him? Will they help him and let him board the next ship or helicopter off the island? Or will they throw him into a cell to rot? Or kill him for that matter?
Be that as it may, the big issue is that steel door. It is always kept locked, save for whenever any ships dock down at the wharves. Usually supply ships, but the next one isn't due until next month.
Sachiko knows that she is going to have to open that door for him. She walks up to him and gently pulls him aside to make room for herself. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath and exhales, then another deep breath. But this time opens her eyes wide with her irises as pinpricks.
With a screech, she quickly delivers a thrust kick to the door. It instantly goes flying with a loud bang, followed by a loud ringing crash. The noise might attract their attention.
"What was that?" One enforcer exclaimed as she stared in the direction of the noise.
"Don't know, but it came from the direction of the wharves," her comrade answered.
They glance back at their two charges.
"Let's just take them with us," the first enforcer said. "Whatever that was may need fixing."
"Come on, you two," the second enforcer commanded as she glares at the hapless pair. Together they run toward the source of the noise.
One of their charges is none other than Amasu Kumi, Towa's younger sister, who came to this madhouse to find out the details of her dear sister's death. The other is Hinata Mineko, a cat-faced girl who ends her sentences with a meow. Kumi is the only innocent here, but Mineko is typical of the other girls as she had drugged Kumi shortly after meeting her then dragged her off somewhere and attempted to steal her badge. Then got injured for her troubles when Burai Sachiko broke out of her cell after being revitalized by Kumi. Unfortunately, Kumi lost her badge to a sadistic teacher named Hamon Suzaku, making her useless to Mineko.
They arrive to the sight of the door to the wharves off its hinges and lying some twenty feet away, buckled in from a huge dent.
"Whoa, what the hell?" The first enforcer exclaimed as she hurries over to it.
"This looks very familiar!" The second enforcer said as she follows close behind.
"Burai-san did that," Kumi noted while staring at the ruined door. "But why would she-"
"Meow! A foreigner!" Mineko suddenly screeched.
The girls gape with shock at a foreign man standing in the doorway, almost a head taller than the tallest girl present, she being one of the enforcers.
"H-He's really big, meow!" Mineko squeaked while clasping Kumi's shoulder to use her as a shield.
"He's also soaking wet!" The first enforcer exclaimed.
"So where did he swim from?" The second enforcer gasped.
"That storm must've had something to do with him being here!" Kumi interjected. "No doubt he's a survivor from a boat that sunk!"
"B-But that storm was two days ago, meow!"
"Th-Then that means he would have been swimming for two days straight!" The first enforcer exclaimed.
"Amazing!" Kumi gasped in awe while putting her hand up to her mouth. "He shouldn't have even been able to climb up that wharf ladder, let alone walk all the way up here!"
"But look how exhausted he is, meow! He looks like he's gonna fall over any second, meow!"
"Burai Sachiko must have noticed him and helped him by kicking the door off," Kumi then said.
"Yes, of course!" The second enforcer exclaimed. "And you would be familiar with that since you were down in the cells that day when she escaped." Her tone was sarcastic.
"Excuse me, sir," Kumi softly called to the foreign man in choppy English. "Are you well enough to talk?"
"Oh, you know English, meow."
The man opens his mouth and takes a deep breath.
"Search . . . this . . . pocket," he proclaimed while pressing his finger into the pocket on his right leg.
He slowly collapses into a heap before them, then lies down. His eyes are now closed. For a moment, the girls stare down at him. Kumi is the first to move, with Mineko kneeling alongside her and the enforcers bending over close to them, and presses her index and middle finger into the man's throat next to his larynx for a pulse.
"H-He just spoke Japanese, meow!" Mineko exclaimed.
"Why would he do so when Amasu-san can understand English?" The first enforcer pondered aloud.
"Maybe it's to show that he can speak our language too?" The second enforcer answered.
"He's only unconscious," Kumi declared, then reaches for his pocket. "I'll check that pocket."
Kumi pulls out an ID and reads it.
"His first name is spelt V-E-I-K-K-O. I think it's pronounced, Vey-ko, as in Reiko. Now his surname is spelt R-Y-Y-N-A-N-E-N, but there's two dots above the letter A . . . Rye . . . Rye-nah-nen, perhaps?"
"That's a weird name," the first enforcer quipped.
"And he's from . . . Finland."
"That's a country in Europe," the second enforcer said.
"Yes, so they speak Finnish, not English."
"Yet he knows Japanese, meow," Mineko said.
"And according to his date of birth, he's thirty years old."
"I'll go get help," the first enforcer said as she straightens, then turns and runs off, leaving her comrade with Kumi and Mineko.
Kumi carefully kneels down on the hard cement, a punishment on bare knees, and lifts the man's head to rest upon them. She next pries one of the man's eyelids open with her thumb to check and see that his eyes are indeed rolled upward, denoting unconsciousness.
"He's really cute," the second enforcer pondered with a grin.
"What's somebody from Finland doing this far from home, meow?" Mineko wondered.
"Maybe he was on an adventure?" Kumi answered rhetorically.
"Some adventure," the second enforcer said dryly. "This island is well out of the way of major trade routes. It's as isolated as you can get."
They hear the squeaking of metallic wheels and look to see the first enforcer finally showing up with two of the badgeless pulling a wheeled stretcher along. They come to a stop near them.
"All right! Get him on the stretcher and to the infirmary, you badgeless!" The second enforcer commanded them.
The stretcher is positioned next to the Finnish man named Veikko Ryynänen and lowered. The badgeless gather around him, two to either side, to place him onto the stretcher.
"Oh, he's really handsome," one girl said with approval.
"His hair is so soft and thick," another said.
At the count of three, they move him onto the stretcher and strap him in. Once it's raised back up, the four girls wheel him along, with Kumi and Mineko at either end.
If they had only looked up, then they might have seen Burai Sachiko watching them from above. She watches them wheel the foreigner away.
As they are taking him to the infirmary, the other badgeless momentarily stop their work to watch; even their enforcers are transfixed by the scene of a foreign man being carried to the infirmary. But only for the moment as they suddenly yell at the girls to continue working.
At the infirmary, the staff and mobile patients gape at the new patient coming into their midst.
". . . A man . . . !"
". . . A foreigner . . . !"
". . . He's soaking wet . . . !"
". . . Did he wash up on the shore . . . ?"
". . . Is he still alive . . . ?"
The stretcher is parked inside a room where he can be treated. A female doctor is there and like the students, they too are in awe over the presence of a foreign man here at the Amazon Academy.
"I will need help in stripping him down and drying him off," the doctor said hesitantly as she unbuckles the belt holding him in place.
"You heard her, badgeless, get to work," the first enforcer said with a leer. "Or are you afraid of getting bitten by his trouser snake?"
This elicits laughter from the second enforcer.
Carefully, they begin taking his clothes off. The first to come off are his life preserver, shirt, shoes, and grey socks. Although he is slender, he is also wiry as his heavy toning shows.
"He's ripped," one of the other badgeless commented.
"He has red nipples," the other badgeless girl said with amusement.
"He's so pale, meow," Mineko noted. "I can see why they refer to themselves as White, meow."
"Get his pants off," the second enforcer stated while smirking.
They finally began to peel them off, showing off his blue briefs, and his prominent bulge. The expression of the girls, both enforcers and badgeless, are frowns with saucer wide eyes and pinprick irises.
"You two," the first enforcer said as she pointed at Kumi and Mineko with her billy club. "Get his underwear off!" Her tone is excited and husky.
Kumi and Mineko gape from the enforcer to the foreign man with utmost shock as their eyes are wide and irises as pinpricks as they frown.
"W-Why us, meow!" Mineko squeaked.
"Why not," the second enforcer smirked. "Besides, Amasu-san used her lap as a pillow for him and you're her friend, enough said. Now do as you're told."
Reluctantly, Kumi and Mineko each stand to either side of the man and take hold of the rim of his underwear.
"On the count of three," Kumi squeaked.
They count to three and quickly tug his underwear down with one quick yank.
The girls immediately shriek, with Mineko shrieking a meow. All of them gape with eyes as wide as saucers and irises like pinpricks. The first enforcer even drops her billy club.
"I-It's true," The second enforcer squealed through her hand over her mouth. "Foreign men really are big down there!"
But the doctor nearby merely tenses an eyebrow and sighs while doing a face palm.
"Get some towels and start drying him off," she proclaimed with annoyance. "Every square centimeter of him."
Once the towels arrive, they begin doing so. But not before they lay a towel upon his groin beforehand. They dry his head, limbs, chest, and stomach. His back and buttocks prove harder as they need to carefully turn him over to do so. The towel had to be manually pinned at his hips to prevent it from falling off.
The last part they are to dry off is what the towel covers. Again the enforcers goad Kumi and Mineko into doing it.
So they carefully . . . dry it.
"Meow! It's getting bigger!" Mineko squealed as she hastily backs away.
Oh dear God, she's right! Kumi thought as her gaping mouth ripples, her face turns blood red with sweat streaming down, causing her intense expression of shock to look even more intense.
That is when the fist enforcer suddenly reaches out and pulls the towel off. This time all the girls screech louder and back away. One of the badgeless even faints.
"Tr-Tr-Tr-Trouser snake!" The first enforcer gasped.
He is next dressed in a gown, much to the relief of the girls. While it is the largest gown the infirmary stocks, it is still a small fit for the man. The fainted girl is revived and reassured that he has been covered.
They take his clothes, checking the pocket once again for his ID. The doctor checks it and writes the information down upon a notepad.
"He understands Japanese," Kumi quickly added.
"Thanks for the info," the doctor replied. "His clothes are to be washed then dried and returned."
"What about his life preserver?" the second enforcer asked the doctor as she holds it up.
"Just store it in a shed somewhere," then turns her attention to the foreign man as she checks his eyes and mouth.
"The patient is only suffering from extreme exhaustion and mild dehydration," the doctor concluded. "Nothing that a bag of IV and a good night's rest can't fix."
Veikko Ryynänen is next wheeled down a hallway past personnel and other patients, who stop to stare at the strange foreign man. He is placed in a simple room and the curtain is pulled around.
And they wait.