AN: Here it is Ladies and Gentlemen my IS fic, and remember Ichika is not the first male in this world. Have fun and please read and review.
Chapter 1: The Broken American in an All-Girls School.
The Infinite Stratos Academy located on an island just off shore of Japan. A school dedicated to instructing young women to become Infinite Stratos or IS operators. The school, not mandated to any one nation, but making its students from around the globe the elite women of the future. And looking at it from the ground was now the world's first man that could use the IS. It was a total mystery as to how he could, but he did not any bit of it. Hitting puberty at a young age made him tall for his age, at 16 years old he was already 6 foot even. His dark brown hair was cut very short on the sides, and had short spiked hair on top. His body covered by the white blazer and white pants being the school uniform, easily showed off his athletic body. His eyes covered by a pair of old Oakley sunglasses.
"This sucks," he said as walked into the building holding a sheet of paper, "and now I'm late and lost."
"Class, please calm down," a quiet voice spoke from the front of the classroom.
The voice came from a young woman with short green hair and matching eyes. The woman had on a green dress that showed off her top heavy form on such a petit looking figure.
"My name is Miss Maya Yamada," she said with a gentle smile, "now I know everyone is excited, but one of our classmates seems to be a bit late," as she finished a knock came from the door.
The door opened to show the young man.
"I'm sorry I got lost, I'm still getting use to Japanese writing," he said nervously.
Right as he walked in, he suddenly dropped his bag and pivoted bringing his left hand up to deflect a hand holding a text book while he brought his right elbow up, and then he stopped as he began to go through a series of breathing control.
"I'm so sorry," he said even more nervously as he walked to the open seat.
The person that followed him in was a tall beautiful woman with long black hair that seemed to split into multiple parts and then pulled into a pony tail. Her dark business suit with matching skirt showed her model like figure. In her right hand was a textbook.
"Well now I was not expecting that," she said eyeing the young man with a bit of pride, "now I'm Miss Chifuyu Orimua and I will be your homeroom teacher and Miss Yamada will be my assistant."
There was a short silent pause, and then the room exploded with cheers of praise for the teacher.
"Now shut up," she said with authority as she looked over the class, "our job is to train you to become the best IS pilots there is."
"Ok class let's begin with a quick introduction," Maya said happily.
For the next few moments the young man was focused in a textbook that mandatory reading. The book had multiple folded pages and sticky notes poking out of it.
"Um sir," Maya said bearly getting his attention, "I'm sorry but it's your turn."
"Oh," he said still nervous and now lost on what to say, "I'm Jackson."
"Do you have a first name?" a random girl asked.
"I…it is my first name?" he said feeling like freak.
"So that's your name just Jackson," spoke a feminine yet arrogant voice with a British accent, "my what kind of back alley dog are you?"
Jackson seemed to flinch at the words as if he took them to heart, but only Chifuyu saw. Meanwhile a majority of the class laughed thinking it nothing
"Ok let's move on," Chifuyu said moving the class along.
The rest of the day went smoothly; as they began their introduction into IS operations. Chifuyu was proud of her class. Especially with Jackson as he answered a lot of the harder question, but during lunch he chose to ate alone. He was a bit of an enigma to her. When he blocked her strike, he could tell he was a warrior, but then he seemed like a reclusive frightened kitten the rest of the day.
During one of the breaks Jackson was jotting down notes when he saw one of his classmates approach him.
"Um excuse me," the same British voice as before spoke up.
Jackson looked up to see a tall woman, with long blond hair, deep blue eyes, and blue headband that matched her eyes. Her uniform was similar to the other girls, but she had a long skirt with black frills at the end of her skirt and sleeves.
"Yes miss, can I help you?" he asked trying to be nice and hide his nervousness.
"Well you see I'm Cecilia Alcott," she said with pride.
"Oh so your England's IS Representative Candidate," Jackson said making her ego rise.
"Yes I am. I, Cecilia Alcott head of the Alcott, am an elite from the start and being England's IS Representative Candidate makes me an elite among the elite. You should consider yourself lucky to have me in the same class."
"Ok nice to meet you now will you please leave," he said trying get her to leave.
"WHAT?! I dare say are all American men this rude. Oh wait I just answered my own question, I was right when I said you're nothing more than a back alley dog," her words coated in arrogance, but did not see him flinch when she said he was a dog.
When Chifuyu walked into the class she caught the tail end of the conversation Cecilia was having Jackson, and once more saw him flinch. Before she knew it class was over and Jackson was one of the first out the door. She went to stop him but he was already gone.
"Guess I'll talk with the kid tomorrow," she said as she watched the rest of the class walk out.
"Hmmmm let's see," Jackson said looking at his dorm room assignment paper, "1025, 1025, where is? Oh there it is," he walked to the door and opened it showing a room with a kitchenette, 2 desk, 2 beds, and a shower…that was currently running, "oh no."
"Hey are you my roommate? Don't worry I'm almost done," a beautiful sounding girls voice came.
Jackson did what many claim to be one of the smartest moves; he left the room before she got out.
"Hey where are you going?" she said as the door closed.
"Um…Miss, don't be alarmed but it seems we got paired up," he said with his back to the door.
There was a pause.
"Miss just knock when you're decent and we can talk," he said sliding down the door.
"Ok I'm ready for you to come in," the voice was quiet and Jackson obeyed slowly walking in to see his roommate. His roommate was the epitome of Japanese beauty; just slightly shorter then him with long brown hair pulled into a pony tail. Her curvy body was hidden under a traditional yukata kimono. After a very long awkward silence the girl spoke.
"Well …um…I'm," she started not looking at him.
"You're Houki Shinonono. Congratulations on winning the National Kendo match last year."
"You know about that?"
"Well I like martial arts, and I like to study. I feel like I'd be cheating myself if I didn't try to stay current with the news. And I'm sorry I thought I would have had my own room. Tomorrow I'll head to the dorm office to fix this, but for tonight I'll just sleep on the balcony," he said as he pointed to the ledge.
"Oh….n…no that's not nessicery," she said feeling incredibly shy.
"Miss Shinonono,"he said grabbing a pillow and blanket, "I'm tired and at this point in my life I know when I'm unwelcomed."
He walked out to the balcony and laid down like it was a routine. Houki looked stunned, she had always thought boys to be dirty minded perverts, but now here was a boy who didn't peep when she was in the shower. She slowly walked over to the glass door and was about to invite him in but found asleep. When she looked closer she could see a trail of tears running down his face and he kept mumbling. What he was mumbling she did not know, but she knew he was not having a peaceful sleep.
The next morning when Houki woke up she heard the sound of the shower running, and then a voice came out.
"So close no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters," Jackson began to sing, "Never opened myself this way, life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say, and nothing else matters."
Houki started to tear up as she could hear sadness in the voice.
"Trust I seek and I find in you, every day for something new. Open mind for a different view and nothing else matters. Never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, but I know. So close no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters. Never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, but I know."
The shower turned off and Houki was trying to get ready, Jackson seemed to switch to whistling the rest of the haunting song. Once he finished whistling he walked out fully dressed and left the room without saying a word or even noticing her. Once she was finished she went to look the dining hall to have breakfast. Once she got her food she saw that all the girls were staring at Jackson who eating a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and some potatoes. Houki took a deep breath and walked towards Jackson.
"Um…Jackson can I eat with you?"
"Sure if you want," he said still sounding nervous and Houki sat down across from him.
"So how did you sleep?" she said trying to break the ice.
"Ok I guess," he said as he ate faster.
"Well you see I saw you crying in your sleep," this made him stop, "if something is bugging you, you can talk to me."
"Miss Shinonono, you're too kind of a soul for me to share my tainted past with. If you'll excuse me," he said leaving. As he left Chifuyu entered and began to yell at the girls telling them to speed up.
"Excuse me Miss Orimura," he said while he bowed.
"What is it Jackson?" she asked in a strict authorative voice.
"There seems to have been a mix up with my room ma'am. You see I'm bunked with Miss Shinonono and she seems very uncomfortable by it."
"I see, but I'm sorry Jackson currently there are no rooms available. So you and Shinonono will just have to work it out."
"Yes ma'am."
"And Jackson I have to ask why do you wear sunglasses inside?"
"I…I'm not comfortable showing my eyes to anyone," he said feeling ashamed, "Now Miss Orimura I need to go class. I guess I'll see you there."
"I wonder what wrong with him," she thought as he walked away.
"Ok class two weeks from today is the Class tournament. You all need to decide who will represent out class. The Class Representative not only partakes in the tournament but also attends Student Council meetings and Committee meetings; essentially they are the class leaders. Now do I have any nominations?"
"I nominate Jackson," one girl spoke up.
"What!" he said not wanting it.
"I second," another girl said.
"Now wait I don't want to fight," he said quietly
"Alright do we have anyone else? If not we won't need a vote."
"Miss wait I don't want to fight."
"I OBJECT," Cecilia's voice shouted out, "I refuse to have our class represented by this boy. It would be shameful and embarrassing for him to be our class leader. I, Cecilia Alcott, will not represented by an American dog."
"Oh like your country's any better?" he replied as anger started to rise.
"How dare you England is the greatest cultural hub of western society. I can't believe that you would have the audacity to try and belittle my country."
"Believe it sister, and remember the last time America stood up to England, England got its ass kicked twice."
"This calls for a duel."
"Fine all this yelling is getting us nowhere."
"Good, but if you lose on purpose I will make you my servant, no my slave."
"How much handicap will it be," Jackson said making Cecilia look at like he's crazy.
"Are you asking me for a favor already?"
"No I was wondering how much of a handicap I should give you?" the class erupted into laughter.
The class thought that Jackson meant in term of the old fashion way of thinking before IS, but Jackson kept up his Alpha looking front.
"Perhaps I should give you a handicap; after all American boys are so humorous."
"You know if you're nice a real lady would still give you that handicap," the girl next to him said.
Jackson slowly walked to Cecilia. He got close to enough that she had to look up at him.
"A real man never goes back on his word. And remember princess that your IS has never been confronted this close," he said making Cecilia a little frightful at the moment.
"Um you're underestimating her," the same girl said.
"Ok back off Jackson," Chifuyu said making Jackson got to his seat, "the duel will be held in Arena 3 next Monday. Jackson, Alcott I expect you to come fully prepared for combat."
AN: Hey guys HunterDriver here after being diagnosed with a terrible case of writers block. So here it is Chapter 1 of my new IS fic. Ichika has been replaced by a damaged American; Jackson. Who will the Harem be? What is Jackson dark past? Stay tuned for these answers and more next time in Chapter 2 Dual of the Opposites. Also I don't own IS or the song "Nothing else Matters". This is HD popping smoke.