Finally, I've gotten this uploaded. Infinite Stratos is owned by OVERLAP and Izuru Yumizuru. This is my first fan-fic, feel free to judge as you please! Every suggestion helps! This story begins in-between episodes 8 and 9 of the anime series. Note: This story uses tech from various Gundam series alongside a few mobile suit names as well later on.

Infinite Stratos: The G Chronicles

Chapter 1: New kid in town

6 months before present time:

-Inside a Pentagon meeting room, the Secretary of Defense along with his most trusted advisers along with the head of the CIA convene a meeting to discuss a very important discovery within their own borders.-

"There is no way we could have predicted this Mr. Secretary! Who would've expected a male to pop up that could fly those giant metal contraptions?!"

"Relax general, I'm not blaming you completely for the matter, but as you are aware this will be a great discovery to the rest of the world, but it will no doubt not be to our advantage to lose this asset."

"Well then, why don't we just keep it a secret? Sure it'll take a few of the right people to pay for their silence on the matter, including the military leaders of our research base, but I'm sure we can make it a great possibility."

"I've read his history and I do admit General it leaves a certain bad mark on our society, but for what it's worth the boy seems to have good judgment in certain scenarios...Let us wait and see if he can become a useful ally. Until then this meeting is adjourned."

Present Day:

The boy started down the hallway he knew led to his new classroom. He kept looking right and left so as to pick up on any signs that could lead him there. Luckily these class signs stick out like a sore thumb over the doorways. This place is pretty high-tech though...I only hope I can fit in better here than at my old school. The IS Academy he was in was one of the most advanced places in the world. Everything from the student's desks to the classroom signs and even the outside decorations looked like things from 200 years in the future. The boy started picking up the pace when he noticed the numbers of the classrooms starting to lead down to his own. There it is! Class 1 is where I need to be...hope they won't be too pissed if I'm a few seconds late. Once the boy entered into the room though, he found himself panting in front of a classroom filled to the brim with beautiful girls and 1 guy that had dark-blue hair and brown eyes and was around the same height as himself sitting at the front. After he regained his composure, he started to approach the front by the teacher until suddenly, he found himself being smacked hard by an unknown assailant on the head.

"Next time you're late to class young man I'll make you run 10 laps around this entire campus! Now introduce yourself!" The boy turned to see a young woman who seemed to be in her mid-twenties with brown eyes and long black hair tied in a ponytail that went down to her waist. His mind started racing when he recognized who she was: The first I.S. World championship winner: Chifuyu Orimura. He suddenly straightened up while turning to face the class. The boy then ruffled through his hair a little as he looked around the classroom. Man the girls here all look WONDERFUL! This should be fun at least. He thought to himself with a grin.

The new student Ichika was looking at seemed to be a physically normal American boy. He was around 6 foot tall, his hair, which seemed almost a chocolatey dark brown color that appeared to be thick and wavy while going down over his forehead, and had dark blue eyes that were reminiscent of the bottom of the ocean itself. He seemed elated at first to see a new male student at the school, but hesitated as he had only just gotten past the whole event of Charles being a girl in actuality.

"Hey, isn't that the same guy they showed in America around 2 months ago?" he could hear a girl behind him whisper to her friend.

The boy was then introduced by Ms. Yamada ,their homeroom teacher, and began his first words to his classmates as all the girls leaned forward in anticipation, hoping to hear some interesting things about the newcomer.

He began with what seemed like a sincere smile before he cleared his throat. "I'm glad to meet all of you today... My name is Arthur Stone, and I look forward to our times we will share here." He finished while keeping the same smile.

"Any questions for the new student anyone?" Ms. Yamada asked out loud. A girl with very curly light-blonde hair and light-blue eyes immediately stood up from her seat.

"Yes, I have a question for the newcomer. Arthur, is it?" She asked with a smug smile on her face. Ichika could tell that Arthur seemed to treat listening to Cecilia almost like a game, as he seemed to just sit and wait for her to finish. "Are you currently a representative contender for the United States..or just here for testing a new unit?" she asked with intense curiosity in her eyes. Arthur's face seemed to change to a very serious frown while he glared at Cecilia, almost as if peeking into her very soul. I think you just hit the hornet's nest Cecilia... Ichika thought to himself with a half-hearted sigh.

"I'm neither. I was actually supposed to receive my own personal unit from the U.S. Government. However I turned down the suit after I saw the design, and the intent behind it." He said firmly as he narrowed his eyes.

The entire class fell backwards as if a sudden gust of wind had sweeped them off their feet and dropped them back down forcefully. Many questions started to come Arthur's direction. The most common one being "Who turns down a chance for a personalized unit?!". After Chifuyu began to calm them down, the gossiping between the girls came to an end, with Cecilia deciding to ask one more question. "You said you turned it down after seeing the design, that I may understand...but what do you mean by "the intent behind it"?"

As Ichika looked back over to Arthur, he seemed to sigh before taking a deep breath. "Because it was barbaric in nature. IS's are for a sport, not massacres. That's a fact a lot of people seem to forget nowadays." He retorted with deep hatred behind the words and walked to a seat near the back of the room, leaving the entire room speechless. Cecilia, having then decided there was no point in continuing, admitted defeat while sitting back down, letting class resume like normal.

That went awkward. This new boy seems to be quite an idealistic one Charlotte thought to herself while occasionally looking back at Arthur to see if everything was alright. She was glad that he seemed to not notice, since she didn't know if he was the type who would say something out loud to her or not. Why do I keep looking back? Sure, he seems interesting, but it shouldn't distract me this much She kept thinking to herself until she finally raised her hand. "What is it, Dunois?" Chifuyu asked with a scowl on her face. "I...need to go use the bathroom..so if you'll excuse me." She replied with a half-baked smile as she wedged in between the desks and out the door. When she finally got to the bathroom, she pushed the door and entered, then headed towards the sink to wash her face. Why does looking at him bother me so much? Is it because of what he said?...I only just met the guy...I haven't even talked to him! Why am I already acting this way?! She kept distressing to herself as she paced back and forth. Until finally, she arrived at the conclusion..That's why! That look of his...and those eyes... are just like my mother's. She realized and lamented to herself at the thought of her mother. I need to be more careful so I don't overreact like this too often. She reassured herself as she exited the bathroom, only to find someone waiting outside beside the door. She responded by partially deploying her Raphael Revive's right arm and sub-machine gun and pointed it at the would-be pervert until she saw it was Arthur. "What? You're gonna shoot me without even letting me ask your name?", he inquired with a half-hearted grin as he put his hands up. Charlotte then blushed a little realizing it was him and put away her IS. "So...why are you waiting out here for me exactly?" she inquired with a frustrated frown on her face. "W-well the instructor wanted to send someone since you were apparently taking a while and I offered to. After all, you DID keep looking back at me before you left." he replied, shocking her that he had actually noticed it. He then sighed heavily and looked over at the huge window on the opposite wall of the bathroom. "Class time is basically over in 5 minutes. Why don't we have a short chat, just you and me?" Arthur asked as he walked over to and leaned on the guard railing behind the huge archway to the outside.

Once class finally ended, Ichika walked over to where his friends Houki, Cecilia, and Laura were gathering as they waited for their friend Rin from class 2 to show up. They were all three apparently talking about Arthur and why Charlotte hadn't come back yet. "I'm just saying he comes off a bit rude, if not repulsive by that mouth of his" Cecilia complained as she frowned while folding her arms across her chest. "Quit your complaining. You're only mad because someone finally got you to be quiet" Houki replied with a deathly scowl as she looked down upon Cecilia in her desk. "Isn't it still strange though, that he turned down a customized IS unit for himself?" Laura inquired as she broke into the conversation. "I have never heard of such a thing happening. Usually in any country in the world, obtaining a personalized IS is a distinguishing reward for oneself..." she kept pondering and sat down in a nearby chair.

Ichika walked up before decided to give his opinion. "Either way guys, we should probably welcome him in don't you think? I mean he is new and I'm sure we'll all get along with him in due time. We just need to get to know him don't you agree?" he asked them, awaiting their response. "Actually I was wondering about you Cecilia. You kept looking over at him as if you were analyzing him for something. Anything you want to tell us?". The question struck Cecilia somewhat surprisingly and left her catching her breath for a moment. When she finally caught her breath, she waved it off to them saying, "Its nothing really." with what appeared to be a fake smile before hurrying off to the cafeteria.

Arthur kept looking out the glass-covered archway at the large group of girls in the courtyard practicing sword swings in their IS's. Their suits looked like gray samurai armor that had large floating shoulder pauldrons with red linings all across the seems of the body that seemed to graft around the pilot's skin, leaving only the arms, upper legs, and head exposed. Arthur, as if stuck in a trance, kept staring at them, until Charlotte snapped him back to reality with a question. "Um, Arthur are you all right?" She inquired. Arthur shook his head for a second and took a deep breath. "Huh? Oh y-yea, I'm fine. I was stuck in thought...sorry about that." He replied with a sincere smile and continued looking out the window. "I'm sorry that something about me seems to bother you...but please don't be afraid to ask me anything or raise your concerns. I know I may have seemed very unapproachable back there but don't worry, I'm more than happy to hear people's problems." With this Charlotte felt a little more relaxed while they began their conversation. She began telling him her story and how she remembered most of her father's features because she'd only seen him once. The part that appeared to interest Arthur the most was how she was forced to be an IS pilot by her father, after seeing her high aptitude rating for the machine, thus her normal life was taken even more from her. After hearing her story, Arthur began to become somewhat agitated.

"How can someone call themselves a father when they would do something like that?!" he exclaimed and slammed his fist on the railing they were both leaning on. He then turned to look at her with eyes filled with rage that appeared to startle her back slowly. After he realized the effect it was having, he began to look away with disgust at himself. Though when he began to try to calm down, he felt her put her hand on his. He felt slightly nervous at that moment as he looked over at her. She was a beautiful girl with blonde hair that was tied almost exactly like Chifuyu's. She also had purple eyes that seemed to be able to light up anyone's day or bad mood and make them feel as if everything was alright. Her most appealing feature however, seemed to be that smile of hers that was almost angelic-like to Arthur. "Your concern shows me you have a lot of compassion and I appreciate it. However, the last thing I want to be is a burden on someone," She said with that same angelic smile. "Besides I can take care of myself". Arthur then looked down at his fists on the railing, agitated at his true powerlessness. She's right in that regard...If I hadn't turned down that damned IS I could make a believable position of protection, but even so... He sighed deeply as his hands began to stop shaking so much as he turned to see her still smiling. "Your right... even if I offered to protect you, I have nothing to protect you with." he said, slightly disappointed with himself. Charlotte suddenly blushed a little at his response, but tried to hide the expression. "U-um Actually I have to get back to my friends now. They're probably waiting in the classroom for me" she stammered with a nervous chuckle. "I-if you like, I can introduce you to them."

"No, I think I've already made a bad impression...plus I'm a little hungry," he replied chuckling as well. Arthur started then towards the cafeteria, until he remembered something and turned back to face her. "By the way, even after this little chat I don't believe we've properly introduced ourselves." He said as he re-approached her while extending his hand out. "My name's Arthur Stone...and to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" he inquired comically with a grin.

"Charlotte Dunois...pleased to meet you," she replied with a happy smile and extended hers out to shake his hand. They then both walked their separate paths. Never knowing this moment would define the rest of their lives.