Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Panic!, or any of its subsequent spinoffs.

During WWII, when the Nazi air force, the Luftwaffe, came over Britain and bombarded the populace with all sorts of hell in attacks called The Blitz . Despite the use of incendiary bombs, high explosives, and eventually V-2 rockets, the people of Britain were prepared. They had air raid horns sounded as they approached, Anderson shelters to keep them safe, food stores, water, and wits. As a result of these preparations, the destruction of Britain and the loss of life was less than could have been.

Poor Sgt Sousuke Sagara never even had a chance to prepare against the full might of Kaname Chidori's shitstorm, all halisen and derisive, unequivocal fury.

He stood there, bruised, battered, with a gaunt look his eyes, and a pallor to his skin that made his usually dark complextion into a ugly pale white. To his credit he was able to stand perfectly at attention with his eyes set straight forward, the model of the near perfect soldier.

Kaname Chidori, meanwhile, was pacing back and forth in what used to be her living area and kitchenette, halisen in hand and had the air of something between a grizzled drill sergeant and a lioness deprived of food for a week, waiting for a chance to strike. Both images settled into the young sergeant's mind, forcing the young Mithril agent to gulp audibly, secretly wishing for a unit of Venoms to quickly overtake him.

On the other side of the mess, stood Sergeant Major Melissa Mao, and Sergeant Kurtz Weber, beside themselves in their best efforts not to fall to the floor laughing at the current situation.

"So babe, how long do you think till Angel beats the pulp out of Sousuke? I'm putting 50 on 2 minutes."

Mao, after a quick strike to Weber's gut, lights a cigarette and thinks for a moment.

"Please, your giving Kaname wayyyyy too little credit."

Melissa takes a large draw from her cigarette.

"30 seconds."

As the two shook hands in this most sacred pact, Kaname stopped her pacing about, and stood stark still for such a long moment that Sousuke, ventured to ascertain the target's current status.

"K-Kaname? Are you alright?"

Probably not the best choice of words at the moment, as Kaname turned toward the young soldier and fixed on him a glare that could kill.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK SOUSUKE?! DO YOU THINK IM ALRIGHT?! HOW ABOUT WE HEAR YOUR EXPERT OPINION YOU MILITARY MANIAC!?" She forced herself to breathe for a moment as she fumed.

"Alright then Ms. Chidori, I shall do as requested." Sousuke walked up to Chidori quickly and put a hand to her head taking a few moments to take stock of the situation. "Judging by your irritability, the volume of sweat running down your body from exertion, the coloration of your cheeks, and your exceptionally high temperature all indicate to me that you are in fact, not alright. I suggest we take you to a doctor immediately. You are most likely not in a proper frame of mind."

For that one brief moment, all was silent as Kaname Chidori began to process the words spoken by Sousuke. This silence broken only by Melissa Mao looking at her watch.

"Just 3 more seconds come on…."

T minus 2 seconds, Kaname Chidori raises her halisen, ready to unleash a torrential strike on her militaristic classmate.

T minus 1 seconds, beads of sweat form on Sousuke's face as he closes his eyes in preparation of the blow.

Liftoff, Sergeant Sagara is seen plummeting down a flight of stairs at the other end of the hallway leading to her apartment.

"HELL YEA! Pay up Kurtz." Melissa Mao held out her hand in front of her junior officer with her face glowing. Sighing, the ever snarky sniper handed over the 50 dollars.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I should have known considering Kaname is basically always on the rag……."

Police would later find Sergeant Weber embedded in a piece of wall on a neighboring building.

One hour later

Sousuke Sagara, after trekking back up the stairs to Kaname Chidori's apartment, was at first about to be smacked out of the room again by Kaname, when noticing Sousuke's state of disrepair, relented and went on to instead lock on to Sousuke with her death glare.

"So, Sousuke, please, enlighten me, just how in the hell did this happen? I can't even imagine what caused you to overreact enough to blow up MY apartment.

"Uh………."

Authors Notes:

So this is what I hope to be the shortest chapter, and this is also my first work although I intend to make many more. Be honest, be cruel, be whatever, Im open to peoples ideas. I have set up many of my other ideas on the full metal panic forum, also a gantz one im hoping to make one day if anyone is interested in giving ideas about those as well feel free to drop a line :-).