A/N: Hi! I just want to say this si my 2nd story…well duh but I'd really appreciate some reviews. I actually did my 1st story all together and the put it on altogether so I'm not surprised I don't have any reviews but I'd LOVE to have some for this story. Oh and by the way please don't flame me for my Mimato coupling! It's just what I like to write about. Thanks and enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: The Start of a Journey

"Up right now Miss Mimi. It is 5 minutes past 0600 hours and you have not done your daily exercises."

Mimi groaned rolling over in her bed but years of experience with her father told her getting up would be better then the consequences. Pulling of her blankets she hopped into her boots and ran outside, pausing to change out of her pyjamas would only cause more trouble. The sun had barely risen making her backyard look grey and dreary…or perhaps it was the 50 foot wall with spikes on top that made it look that way. Walking past several army tanks without a second glance Mimi hurried to her father's side. He was already doing push-ups in the damp grass. Mimi winced as she heard the mud squish between his fingers.

"Well what are you waiting for Cadet? Get going!"

Her father's voice got Mimi moving…and fast. Dropping down she set off doing her 500 push-ups at a steady pace so she wouldn't get too tired.

"Your exercises will be shorter then usual today cadet. I am leaving on an important assignment and I need to brief you on your duties while I am gone. You have until 0625 to complete as much as you can, then you will meet me by Jet 255."

Out of the corner of her eyes Mimi caught sight of her father's highly polished boots striding away. Blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes she got back to counting.

(5 min later)

Springing up Mimi cooled herself down a little with a splash of water over her head then she took off in a sprint to get to the jet. Her father was waiting, tapping his boots impatiently. He glanced at his watch, which was perfectly synchronised with hers and nodded grimly. "Yes cadet we will begin the briefing. Now as you know my job often causes me to travel around the world and not spend as much time with you as most fathers"

Mimi barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes. "You're telling me," she thought.

Her father continued, "However this time things are going to be different. You are older now, fit, commanding a fine young woman. You need proper training, the things I don't have the time to teach you. SO I have taken the liberty of enrolling you in a course."

Mimi gulped audibly. "Oh no"

"The course is called "The Young and Fearless' and it will teach you how to be a real army man…err I mean woman. It is a year long and by the end of it I will also have returned from my assignment. I do not wish to hear of complaints or misunderstandings. This is the best of these courses available costing a tidy sum of money but it will be worth it if I see one of the best fighters in the country when I come back."

He handed her a brochure and for a moment there was an awkwardness between them until he saluted her and with a brief peck on the cheek boarded the jet. Mimi stood there dumb struck and watched the jet leave with a roar of the engines and a burst of exhaust smoke.

Oh Damn

Mimi only needed to glance over the brochure to know it was trouble. The front cover showed a picture of several panic stricken, tired and hungry looking kids running a very long marathon. At the finish line stood a very angry looking man who Mimi presumed was someone in charge but the worst thing was every single person on the brochure was a boy. Mimi felt panic rise up in her body. He father wouldn't be THAT absent minded would he?

Stupid Question

"Shut up"

I'm only telling the truth

"I said shut up"

Your father just wanted to get rid of you. Why would he bother checking if this military school accepted girls?

"If I tell you politely to shut up will you listen?"

After all, your father barely remembers you're a girl himself!

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Mimi screamed scrunching up her eyes. An unnatural silence fell. Slightly opening one eye Mimi noticed most of her father's employees staring at her.

"Heh…heh I was just…I just needed some quiet thinking time…you know…to um…think." Mimi was about to dash away before a hand on her arm stopped her.

"Excuse me Miss? It's time to leave for your course."

"Excuse me sir? I don't know if you can see or not but I am in my freaking pyjamas so I'd appreciate some time to get changed." Mimi's voice was righter tight and stressed.

The young man looked at her apologetically "I'm afraid you'll have to change in the jet miss. Your fathers orders were to leave right this very minute."

Mimi threw her hands in the air with a frustrated sigh. There was no point in arguing, it was 'her fathers orders.' Well whoop-dee-doo. Apparently it was also her father's orders to send her to a boys only training camp. As if she was going! Suddenly Mimi paused, her father's voice rang in her ears.

"This is the best of these courses available costing a tidy sum of money but it will be worth it if I see one of the best fighters in the country when I come back."

For a minute he had actually sounded as if he had cared. Should she actually go through with this crazy plan?

You know it might actually work

"Oh great you're back!"

Hey I'm the voice in your head. I am trying to help you out.

"OK then what should I do?"

Make your father proud. Show him what you're made of and go to this course and who knows? When you come back maybe he'll actually notice you!

Mimi smiled to herself. "He's going to notice me for sure."

"Miss, miss? Please wake up! We're landing in approximately 10 minutes."

Mimi jumped up getting ready for the sprint in her pyjamas to the backyard for her morning exercises. Then she remembered that she was very high up in the air and that she was going to masquerade as a boy to make her father proud. "Just a normal day," she sighed to herself. Remembering the attendant's words she ducked behind a screen and began to pull on some loose clothes. They were baggy enough to hide her ahem 'femininities' for now but she'd have to think of a plan for them soon. Now what about her hair? No way was she cutting it! A bun wouldn't work and neither would letting it hang lose. A thought crossed Mimi's mind making her grin. A wig would work. Opening a cupboard crammed full of disguises Mimi chose a wig closest to her own hair colour and slipped it on. It fitted snugly over her head and she was pretty sure it wouldn't fall off. As if to prove her point the plane stopped with a little lurch causing her to do a little tumble right there. The wig stayed firmly on her head and as she picked herself up she looked determined. "'Young and Fearless' here I come!"