[Okay so, I'm assuming you're wondering why I deleted the old Culture Shock fanfiction and reuploaded it. The answer to that is because of a much needed re-write. As I looked through the chapters, I noticed that the writing was poor, attributed to half of the fic being made at late nights, and I generally didn't feel like it was not my best work so I decided to completely re-haul the fanfiction itself.

There's a lot of core differences with this version and the old version so I recommend not coming in thinking that its just a simple re-write. I will try my absolute best to update quickly! I've been going through a lot of stuff lately.

I'm going to go at this a bit more carefully with this re-write and the plot has changed quite a bit as well along with the addition of new characters as well but still, I hope that you enjoy the new version! Hopefully it came out better compared to the old :P]

The Fletcher-class were the backbone of the American Navy during World War 2, at least in the destroyer sense. They were mass produced and soon completely dwarfing the amount of destroyers of its Japanese rival, the Fubuki class destroyer.

They were used extensively throughout the war, doing objectives that ranged from facing enemies to protecting conveys to doing sweeps to potentially find enemy submarines and no destroyer did that job better than the lead ship of the class, the USS Fletcher.

She was Fighting Fletcher, Lucky 13. A ship of a promising class with a team of men who helped the plucky destroyer proved herself as a capable combatant during a vital time for America. Fletcher went on to fighting in the Pacific to fighting in Korea and Vietnam and then...nothing.

There was a big black blotch in her memory that prevented her from remembering anything that had happened after Vietnam and Korea. She actually wished that she could remember it because it would certainly help explain the situation she was in.

Fletcher had found herself back in Japan, the country of the people she built to fight against. At the very least, she was surrounded by the presence of Americans but that still didn't help her confusion and nervousness about the entire situation.

Not only was she stuck in an area in a country that she was built to fight but she had no idea what had happened to her. She learned very quickly that she was no longer a ship when she awakened in this strange place. The dates of the calendar were not dates she knew of. She was no longer a large ship made of metal but the exact same thing that the men who served were: human.

She had hair; she had hands and feet; she wore clothes instead of paint; she could hear, speak, touch, see, and smell. The only thing that was still left of her past life as a ship was her name and the memories she retained of all of her battles.

And now she was outside of an office, sitting in a chair as if she was a student waiting for the principal. She didn't know what was happening but she did see a few people go inside, all of them telling her to wait outside as they discussed "important matters". Was it her fault that she was in this mess? She did kind of scream at the top of her lungs when she realized that she was a human.

She was suddenly taken out of her thoughts when the door opened and a group of people in fancy looking uniforms had stepped out. Their uniforms didn't help her try and decipher what year it was either; some of the clothes they were wearing were so extravagant that they could be considered costumes.

"The admiral wants to talk to you, now." One of them had said to her before leaving. She gulped afterward before exhaling a breath in an effort to calm herself down. She might be a human but she was still a ship and the Fletcher was no stranger to admirals...though it wasn't like she could directly talk to one back in the war. Now she could.

Okay, hopefully she won't bite it hard.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Fletcher quickly marched into the admiral's office.

[ship]

Admiral Akihiko Sakai deals with a lot of shit. It was almost written in the description of his job as the admiral of the kanmusu program in Yokosuka that he would have deal with it but nothing came as close as what happened today.

Akihiro knew that American ships could be kanmusu or he believed they could. Once Japan had successfully produced kanmusu of their own, it was only a matter of time before the other countries produced their own. Germany, England, Russia, Italy, and even France managed to gain the highly acclaimed "Ship Girls".

Every country managed to succeed...except the United States.

No one could really explain it, they just...didn't come. They tried everything, used the best scientists, the best equipment to produce at least something to prove that it was a success. Yet one of the biggest, if not the biggest, superpower in the world could not produce a single Ship Girl.

At least, until she came along. They couldn't explain it but during a mission, a group of kanmusu had stumbled upon a girl tried to take on an entire fleet of Abyssals on her own; she was the first and only existing American ship girl: The battleship Iowa. Soon, Iowa became the newest transfer to Yokosuka Naval Base after much thought. She would be much more useful over here, a place that still had a strong enough American presence but also had the right supplies to handle kanmusu until the US could properly build a base of their own.

It just makes today's events even more confusing because out of all the things he expected to do, he didn't expect to summon an American kanmusu

It was an average day at the base when the repair ship Akashi came rushing to his office, speaking of a ship girl who called herself "Fletcher" who had questions faster than they can answer them. A quick moment of research later, they learned that they had the kanmusu of the American destroyer that was so well known for her service across three wars, not just World War II.

He would have to inform the American Navy about this as soon as possible, especially since little miss Fletcher might not be the only ship created.

His base had lost a lot of hands since Operation AL and in an effort to replenish the fleet, he had ordered a mass construction which had resulted in a variety of times. If Fletcher had came out of one of those constructions then there was a strong chance that more American ships could be coming.

Geez, why am I the one who gets all the strange events? He thought as he rubbed his temples.

"Oh my, Admiral." Mutsu said with her usual grin. "It seems the star of the day has entered."

Akihiko looked up and sure enough, Fletcher was standing at the door. Unlike some of the destroyers who looked like they barely were the age of ten, she had the appearance of a girl almost thirteen years old; she had short black hair that was a tad bit unkempt and dark brown eyes.

Her attire reminded him of the school uniforms of children that he would occasionally see walking down the street: a short sleeved white dress shirt, a loose red necktie that has black and white stripes, a red/black plaid skirt, thigh-high navy blue stockings, brown loafers, and a black long-sleeved jacket.

Nervously looking around, Fletcher stepped forward and gave him a salute. "Uhm...DD-445, Fletcher of the USN sir!"

At least, she knew how to salute.

"At ease, Fletcher. This isn't as formal as you think."

Akihiko knew English. While most people he interacted with knew Japanese or could understand what he was saying, English was a universal language and there was always a chance that he could met someone who knew English but didn't understand a word of Japanese. His accent still colored his words but still, even with it, most understood him.

"Well, you're an admiral right?" She said, twiddling her fingers. She didn't seem at all bothered by his accent at all when he spoke his English. "I should try to be polite."

"That is true but just for today, let's drop the formalities and try to get you adjusted." He moved a hand towards the seat placed in front of the desk across from him. "Take a seat so I can inform you about the current situation."

"O-Okay then." Fletcher moved over to the seat and sat down, giving quick looks to Akihiko and Mutsu, before nodding at him.

"Fletcher, I am Admiral Akihiko Sakai and this is my secretary ship, Nagato-class battleship Mutsu." He moved a hand towards the battleship who waved. "You are what humanity calls a kanmusu or fleet daughter, a ship of the past given a human form after being called to defend humanity once again."

"I do remember that...It was as if a voice was telling me to fight again, to come out of the darkness and do my duty once again." She then realized she had interrupted him and quickly bowed her head. "So-Sorry, admiral!"

"It's fine, Fletcher." He said calmly, grinning slightly. "Besides, this is a lot to take in so I don't mind if you have to ask a question or two."

"Well...Could you tell me what year it is? I know it's not when that mess in Korea was goin' on, that's for sure..."

"Of course. It's about 2120 last time I checked?"

2020.

Not 1941.

Not 1943.

Not 1945

Not the got dang 1960s.

Two-thousand, one hundred, and fucking twenty.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Fletcher screamed out, jumping out of her chair. Her face then turned bright red and she bowed in apology. "So-Sorry admiral for my language but 2120?!" She squeaked out, clearly overwhelmed by the large gap in years since she last was aware of herself. "Holy Cannoli, that's..."

"About 179 years since the beginning of the Pacific Theater, 178 years since your commissioning, and 148 years since your faithful scrapping." He smirked, eyeing her bemused expression. "I am an admiral, it's a part of my job to do research."

Hold the phone, she was scrapped? Just taken to the drydocks and broken apart to be used as someone's dinner spoon? Well that would explain why she couldn't remember anything past Korea.

Fletcher then crossed her arms, grumbling inside of her head. After all she did for the country and they just scrap her? Thank you for your service across three decades, Fletcher! Now go to the scrapyards and become something that will eventually be thrown in the junkyard two years later for something newer!

Though perhaps, it was for the best that they scrapped. After all, to her memory, even someone like Big E got scrapped by the US and she was one of the most treasured boats in the Navy. Even if it was justified, she couldn't help but feel a tad bit upset by it; way to give a hero's welcome, guys.

"It's so long since I first got in the war. Geez, 178 years?" She then let out a whine, kicking her feet up in the air. "Now I just feel old!"

"Hey, there's ships who are older than you on this base so don't think you're the oldest one here. Now, onto more important things." He then coughed, shifting back onto his serious tone. "Fletcher, you are one of the only two existing American kanmusu in the world. This is a very big deal."

"Really? That is a big deal..." Fletcher then blinked, tilting her head in confusion. "Wait, if I'm one of the only two then who's the other?"

"The battleship Iowa. She was recently transferred to this base by America, seeing as I'm the admiral of the kanmusu program here."

"Io-Io-Io..." Fletcher's eyes then became big and starry as the young destroyers clasping her hands together, a wide grin on her face. "IOWA?!"

She did have her memories of the war after all and the famed battleship Iowa was sure as hell in them. Perhaps it was just a common process to have destroyer kanmusu idolize battleships. Their hulking guns, the sound of their cannons, their kanmusu appearances that gave off an aura of dominance. While a destroyer is capable of achieving that, it came fairly easier if one was a battleship.

"Yes, Iowa. She was transferred in order to have better serve during the war."

"War? What war?"

"The war you were summoned for. I'm sure Iowa can fill you in on everything about it better than I can tomorrow." Akihiko then stretched his arms, letting out a yawn before firmly re-adjusting his position. "As said before, you are one of the two existing American kanmusu and more importantly, you were summoned which can mean hope for potentially more American kanmusu but at this time, America does not have the capabilities to take care of you properly. Too many failed summonings had made the country lose faith in the project and they didn't bother to completely upgrade because of that so-"

"I have to stay with you, right admiral?"

'She caught on fast!' Akihiko then had a slight coughing fit to hide his surprise before looking at Fletcher with a neutral expression. "Yes, that's correct. I'll have to notify my superiors about this immediately and also your Navy as well Fletcher. That will take me awhile but in the meantime, you'll have to stay here with the other kanmusu. Mutsu, do you mind directing her around the base and to the destroyer dorms if she accepts?"

"Your wish is my command, admiral." Mutsu said with a wink.

"So...are you willing to accept these terms, Fletcher?"

There was a slight pause as the destroyer mulled over the idea, carefully and slowly taking everything all in. She then looked to Mutsu and the admiral, breaths baited to see her decision.

"Sure!" Fletcher said, beaming. "You two seem pretty nice and if Iowa is here then I don't think you're bad. Besides, like you said, you're not going to keep my existence secret or anything plus I don't know how to sail all the way to Pearl in this form so what do I got to lose?"

"Oh good, she actually said yes." Akihiko breathed a sigh of relief. He was actually expecting there to be some kind of fight or perhaps he would have to bargain very much in order to get her to agree.

"You actually didn't think she was going to accept it?" Mutsu responded in a deadpan voice before shrugging. "Sometimes I don't understand you admiral."

"Look, even if she lasted well past the second world war, she still could've harbored some ill feelings." He whispered to the battleship. "Just give her the tour already, alright?"

"Oh my, oh my, so aggressive suddenly admiral~." She teased with a giggle before moving to Fletcher. "Come on, Fletcher. I'll show you around the base, okay?"

"Okay then Mutsu!" Even if she was American, Fletcher seemed to been able to pronounce the battleship's name without much difficulty. This is either because of the age of her ship or because she might had picked up on how Akihiko spoke it. Getting up out of the chair, she followed Mutsu out of the office.

Once the two were out of earshot, Akihiko took off his hat and ran a hand through his black hair. A good thing that came out of this is that it proved that American ships could be summoned and it was possible for America to build a strong fighting force. It'll do the worldwide kanmusu program some good if they can get the sheer number of American ships on their side.

However, all good things must have a potential problem to come out of it. Fletcher must have been one of the results of that mass construction he ordered. If she was one of the results then that could mean more American kanmusu.

However, Akihiko and a majority of his ship girls are Japanese. Either they could hold a grudge against the American kanmusu or the other way around. They barely could handle Iowa's presence as it is. Would the potential American kanmusu even respect him as an admiral?

The entire base could go to shambles if more were around besides Fletcher and Iowa. Even though it's happened considerably less, there is still a bit of tension whenever Iowa steps into the room with the Japanese kanmusu.

He sighed, resting his chin on his hand. They'll have to get used to it, that's all he can say on the matter.