Alright, this is going to be my first Girls und Panzer fanfiction, and I'm hoping that it goes well. To be honest, there are a several different stories revolving around this fandom that I'd like to write, from new academies to crossovers, but I decided to do this one first. Also, if I decide that there is something that I need to explain, or if they are any questions that I am asked in a review, I will be answering them at the end of each chapter. Other than that, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Girls und Panzer.
Sunny skies promised clear weather for days, as a gentle breeze ruffled the skirt of the girl standing on the snow white T-34. She noted the guys looking away as it did, and mentally let out a sigh of content. Back in America, boys seemed to always want to look toward that kind of thing, but these Tropicans are way different, she thought, remembering how her old school was. She'd been on her middle school's Moral Committee club, and almost weekly it seemed that there was some boy in trouble for looking at a girl in the wrong way. And in Heather's case, it didn't help that many people considered her to be fairly good looking, with her soft pale skin, long brown hair and blue eyes.
"Weather guy was off, the breeze was suppose to be light." One of the guys remarked. His eyes was slightly narrowed, as if he was a little bit angry by it. However, deep down the girl knew why he was upset.
He was her boyfriend after all. Seto Pyontoa, heir to the Hamersmith farm, located at Hammersmith island. However, while the farm was an impressive inheritance, being over 100 square miles of fertile farm land, he had a deep secrete that only the crew of the Snow Wasp and a few others knew, and that was he was the son of Shiho Nishisumi. His family name was something he tried to live up to even though he'd been unwanted at birth. At the very least he looked different from Shiho or her late husband, so suspicions hopefully wouldn't be raised.
"Seto, you don't have to be upset at yourself." She chided him gently, hoping down from the tank and placing her hand gently on his shoulder to let him know it was okay to look.
He gave out a sigh, turning around to look at his friend. "I know, but it's just so hard. Every time I try to lighten up, I keep thinking about what would have been expected of me, and it weighs heavy on my heart." He admitted quietly.
"But Seto," She replied gently, "Nobody knows that your even a Nishisumi, except a few people. I understand if you want to live up to the name, but please, don't feel like you need to force yourself to the point of it upsetting you."
He let out a sigh. "Alright, I'll try. And Heather, thanks."
"No problem." Heather added gingerly taking his hand and holding it to comfort him.
She glanced at the other tank team, who consisted of some of the others on the Cobalt High school Ranger Warfare Team. They where setting on their Panzer III M, one of the two tanks that the president had bought for the teams.
"Looks like our ship has arrived," one of them said, pointing to one of the supply boats that Ooria kept in drydock. Heather smiled and looked back at Seto. "Well, we'd better mount up, then." She said.
The ride to the ship was short, and the duo of tanks drove up the ramp to the loading bay. Well, we are at the point of now return now, she thought, starting to fell slightly nervous as the shadow of the roof darkening the interior of the tank. For once, she wished Seto wasn't the driver, as he was almost always in his own zone when piloting the tank, preventing him from noticing her discomfort. Is this one of his ways to emulate his family, to focus on his job so well he forgets all of his other concerns? She had a few doubts, but a nagging feeling still lurked that he was trying to emulate the tanksmanship of a Nishisumi a bit too hard, and to be honest with herself, she wasn't too sure how much she liked it.
"Are you alright, Heather," Seto asked, glancing up as he parked the tank.
Wait, did he notice? She thought, surprised. "No no, I'm alright, just a little nervous." She admitted quickly. She opened the hatch, and clambered out of the tank to meet the representatives from Ooarai.
Heather noticed right away was that there where three represenitives. One of them was much shorter than the other two, and had long orange-brown hair in a kinda dual ponytail hairstyle, and brown eyes. The other two where taller, one had short black hair with dark brown, almost black eyes and the third member had short, curly brown hair.
"We thank you for accepting our invitation to join our school, especially given the short notice." The smaller one began, bowing. The other two girls quickly bowed, which Heather returned.
"It's our pleasure, and we are extremely grateful for the opportunity to join Ooarai Girls Academy." Heather replied respectfully.
"I'm sure there is much business to attend to, hopefully we can get through it with out much trouble." The smaller girl began. "But first, introductions. I'm Anzu Kadotani, president of the school, and this is Yukari Akiyama our tank expert, and Midoriko Sono, the president of the Moral Committee club."
Heather let out a small smile. "My name is Heather Reko, it is very nice to meet you." She replied, and afterward everyone submitted their names, with the exception of the driver in the T-34, as he was busy talking with his older brother on the phone about something important.
"And Seto Pontoya is our driver, but he had an emergency call he had to take. Not too sure what it is but it's pretty serious from what I understand." Heather finished, covering for him.
"It seems like you have an interesting group, Heather." Anzu commented. "But tell me, how is it you have tank experience when Tropico doesn't have any high school Tankery programs?"
"Well, we do have a tankery program for the army, but it's much smaller than what the Japanese have. As for us, we where on the Ranger Warfare club, which allows us to house up to six vehicles, and can include tankettes and light tanks if they meet qualification." She explained. "Seto was to take command an Fort truck, which is basically a modified pick-up with a mini-howitzer and three machine guns. I was going to command one of the BT-5 tanks."
"And you've had practice." The commander of the Panzer III added. You took out my M2A2 tank, and my team's BT-7 before our Fort truck managed to take you out during the last practice."
Anzu's eyes squinted. "You use trucks against tanks!" She yelled. "Are you insane?"
Heather shook her head. "Nope, the shells are more or less an advanced form of holographic technology mixed with drone-shot technology. The drone-shot guides the projectile from the vehicle to the target, or the ground if you miss, and the holographic film replicates the visual of the shell. All damage and explosions are also holographic, so it's actually very safe, and if something does go haywire, then our ranger suits are armored significantly enough to protect us from any shrapnel and or fire."
"Oh,"
Seto then clambered out of the tank, letting out a sigh. "Sorry about that, my brother seems to think that my biological sister coming to Ooria girls academy is such a big deal that he couldn't just wait until later." He explained, earning a serious glance from Midoriko.
"Seriously, that's all it was," She huffed.
"Well, considering the fact that Seto's mother supposedly tried to have both him and his older brother killed, then it's more complicated than that," Heather deadpanned, causing the formerly disgruntled girl to flinch.
"Anyways, we should discuss any new rules the school put in place, considering it'll be the first time boys have attended Ooarai." Seto brought up, much to Heather's relief. However, what was said next shattered that relief.
"First things first, none of the boys are allowed to date any of the girls, or do anything perverted!" Midoriko practically shouted, unwittingly unleashing a war.
"The heck you talking about?"
"Heather and Seto are already dating, it isn't fair for them to have to break up their relationship!"
"Yeah, and Seto is sure as hellfire not a pervert and neither are the other guys!"
The school president let out a grunt. "I did not see this coming." she whispered while glaring at Midoriko, who at the moment looked very petrified, and with very good reason at the moment.
Yukari nodded. "It seems that the girls are the ones most angered by this," she added, noticing that most of the guys where just staring, though they where on the verge of joining the shouting. Instead, it was the girls who where doing the protesting.
Heather looked around, finding herself feeling very angry at the moral committee member, even if she did understand where the girl was coming from. Seto was no pervert and Tropican guys and girls where raised to have the upmost respect for the other gender, which was one of the first things she noticed when she first moved to the island. It's not really surprising that they are so adamant about sticking up for the guys, especially against an unfair attack like this.
Finally, Anzu decided that she had enough of it. "Quiet everyone!" She shouted, though to no avail. She sighed, realizing the Moral Committee Club representative seemed to have unleashed an unrelenting anger. "Alright, no one is going to have to give up their relationship," she added helplessly. Surprisingly, that got the room a little bit quieter, though the girls where still quiet upset. Seto was the first to pick things up.
"Perhaps Heather and Miss Sono had better discuss the differences between Japan and Tropico before we decide on how best to acclimate both sides, to further avoid such arguments." He suggested, glaring at the still petrified girl. "She was on the Moral Committee club at her middle school before moving to Torpico, after all." He added.
Anzu gave a nod of approval. "That does sound ideal," She remarked, unable to hide the relief in her voice. "Speaking of which," She added, turning to Heather, and Midoriko, "Heather, would you be comfortable joining the Moral Committees club in addition to tankery?" She asked.
I'd love to! But, what about Midoriko?, Heather thought. "If it's alright with Miss Sono, then I'd be honored to," She answered, turning to the club leader and noticed her expression of relief.
"Absolutely, we'd love the help." Midoriko replied, smiling before looking somber. "And I... I deeply apologize for the way I acted, I should have broached the subject in a less insulting way."
"It's alright, your apology is accepted." A nod from the Tropicans followed, signifying that they too had forgiven her.
"Then it is settled then."
Anzu looked thoughtful. "We should meet up again in a few days to continue this discussion. But meeting with this many people is going to be difficult."
"Tell you what, Me, Seto and Heather can handle the meeting, we don't all need to be there in order to hash out all the details." The commander of the Panzer III suggested.
"Alright, we'll meet in four days, that should give us enough time to discuss how the new rules will be implemented." Heather announced. "As for the dating situation, any Tropican who is dating or thinking about dating another Tropican in the school will be allowed to, but any other relationships that go beyond family and or friendships are otherwise forbidden until after the meeting."
Anzu then stepped up. "Until then, your free to take care of any business you need to. Buy groceries, repaint your tank, get accustomed to the layout of the town, or rest up, your free to do what you need to. If you need any help, feel free to ask, we'll be happy to oblige."
Heather stood still for a moment, then quickly dismissed the students. Something tells me this is going to work out well, once we get past the initial bumps and issues, she thought, smiling to herself.