Thank you for continuing to read this story. I worked overtime to write this chapter and revise it a few times. On a side note I'm sorry for spelling Ichika's name wrong in the last chapter but I made sure to fix it. Remember to tell me what you think in the review section and enjoy. I'll be splitting chapter 2 into three parts. The boy meeting Rin, Ichika and his friend's theories of the new boy, and Rin Vs the new kid. (The boys name will be revealed soon. I'm getting sick of calling him "The Kid".)

Disclaimer: I do not own Infinite Stratos

"Man why do I have to do all the heavy lifting just because I'm the only one in my class with a personal IS?" This question came from Huang Lingyin (better known as Rin) as she walked down the hall carrying a box that was supposed to be delivered to the main office. Being the only person in class 1-2 with a personal IS made her the class rep.

(Why couldn't I have been in the same class as Ichika like Houki and the others?) She put down the box not because it was heavy but to sit and have a minute to herself. (Not that I hate my class but I'd rather be near Ichika, and the others get to be with him the entire afternoon.) Rin had asked to be moved to class 1-1 multiple times but it ended with the same answer.

"We want to spread out the personal IS users to make classes fair for events and for the users to help their classmates." This was the same answer Rin got from the headmaster every time she applied to change classes. Eventually Rin gave up trying to change to Ichika's class.

(Make classes fair my foot, two of the classes get one personal IS user and you give one class five of them. How the hell can you call that fair?)

"-cuse me" The sound of another voice snapped Rin out of her train of thought. She noticed someone talking to her. "Excuse me miss do you know where class 1-1 is?" She stood up to chat with the person.

"Oh, of course little boy, you just…" Rin stopped herself from speaking. (Wait a boy? How did he get in here?)

"I just what?" the small kid asked again. Rin took a few second to take a look at this mysterious boy. He was light skinned, looked American, had brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little on the short side. The top of his head only came up to the bottom of Rin's neck. The expression on his face also told her he had no idea where to go.

(More importantly how did he get in here? IS Academy is very well guarded and anyone would notice if a man walked in here, especially a young boy.) Something didn't feel right to Rin. Trespassing on IS Academy ground was a national crime. (There's no way a little kid could get in here so why is he standing in front of me?)

"Um, do you know where this class 1-1 place is or not?" the boy asked again in a rushed tone. He was late to going to class 1-1 and was starting to run out of patience.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Rin asked changing the subject.

"I asked you a question first. Where's class 1-1?"

"Why do want to go to class 1-1?"

"Because I need to…. Actually that's classified." The kid took a quick breath of relief. (Almost gave away information)

"Then I'll ask again, who are you and what are you doing here?" Rin was beginning to get suspicious.

"None of your business you know what? Forget it I'll find this class 1-1 place myself." The boy turned around and began to walk off. "Thanks for nothing."

(That boy is definitely up to something.) The last time an unauthorized person entered IS Academy she turned out to be an assassin sent to kill Ichiga. Although the odds of a little boy being an assassin were unlikely, Rin wasn't going to let him get close to Ichika. She reached the boy just before he left and grasped his wrist.

"Let me go please."

"No way, you're coming with me to the main office so I can figure out who you are."

"Look its classified stuff, I just need to find class 1-1 so let me go already." The boy began to struggle to try to break loose but he had no success. Rin being older and having training as a pilot gave her a huge advantage.

"I said you're coming with me now stop making this difficult you little brat." Rin kept pulling the boy, almost like dragging him across the floor.

"I said let me go you… um you…" (Think of an insult man) After a quick glance at the girl's body he noticed something missing… well more like two something's. "Let me go you washboard." The moment those words reached Rin's ears she immediately let him go and stopped.

"What did you just call me?" Rin slowly asked with her hands balling up into fists.

"I said you're a flat chest you washboard." Clearly the kid did not know about the Representative of China. She easily becomes enraged when someone mocks her bust size. If there was one thing Rin hated the most, it was being made fun of for her petite chest. Being in a school where the chests of most girls could be compared to fruit didn't help at all.

"No one and I mean NO ONE talks about me like that." Rin had that yandere look her in eyes as she turned toward the boy cracking her knuckles, and then assumed a fighting pose. Her right arm glowed for a second and as the glow faded her arm was covered in a red metal. With her IS partial deployed she began approaching him to deliver her "Justice".

"Wait you have your own IS!" the boy once again gave her a glance but stopped at her eyes. It was as if her pupils disappeared and all that was left was a white look in those evil eyes instantly told the boy he crossed the line.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," the boy pleaded and began backing up to put some distance between himself and this psycho girl, but she continued to walk slowly towards him with a sadistic smile. (How do I get myself into these messes?) he wondered ad the sweat poured down his body.

To be continued.

The next part of this features Ichika and his friends chatting about this unknown male pilot, meanwhile the teachers continue their search before the boy can get into trouble. (Too late for that)

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