A/N: I got excited, so I'm going to start writing this now! EEK! All of the story will be in Rima's POV.

Chapter 1

"Amu! How in the world did you get down?! We haven't even begun training!" I spat harshly at the klutz of our group. She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, trying to tame the bruise forming there. I sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of my nose as I did so. Nagihiko was face deep into a book that quite frankly didn't seem very interesting instead of paying attention to our training, Yaya was crying because she dropped her candy, Kukai was doing lord knows what, and Tadase was tending to Amu—more like drooling over her.

These were the people I was given to work with? I felt my anger boil inside me, but I refused to let that side of me show just then.

'Give them one more chance, Rima.' I told myself. I inhaled deeply and exhaled.

"You guys," I started. They looked up, paying attention to me.

'This might not be too hard.' I thought to myself. Big mistake.

"If we could just focus on the lesson maybe we co-"

"Yaya, stop crying! I got you more candy!"

"Don't be mean, Kukai-tan!"

"Can you guys shut up? I'm trying to read."

"My head hurts."

"Your eyes look beautiful when you're in pain-"

"Everyone shush! My god, it's like having a class of kindergarteners in here! Good grief, just get to training so we won't have a repeat of our last battle!" I yelled. No one wanted what happened last time.

An Eximar demon stood over a child, making the child cower in fear. The demon's slimy, greasy exterior dripped onto the child's face, causing him to scream and run. It moved quite slowly, closely resembling a burgundy version of Jabba the Hut.

"Leave that child alone! You're supposed to take care of children, not scare them!" Amu started.

"Save the heroic speech, Amu." I sweat dropped, just trying to end this before my shows. It couldn't have been able to evade my blows- it moved too slow.

"Let's end this quickly." I said, annoyance present in my tone. I grabbed my daggers out of their holsters, diving straight for its head. Once my daggers went through, however, they sunk in.

"Guess that didn't work…" I muttered. Yaya pulled out her shot gun, aiming for its head as well. The bullet sunk in and dissolved.

"So The Six can't touch it. Sorry Amu-chi, Yaya guesses Amu-chi ca-" Yaya turned, but found Amu face down on the grass, having tripped on a nearby rock.

"…Really?" Yaya sighed. A battle cry sounded from Kukai as he charged at the demon, but was repelled by its blasts of its corrosive juices.

Guess that's two for Tadase.

I looked at Nagihiko who seemed to be analyzing the demon.

"Got anything, pretty boy?" I asked, charging at the demon again. This time, my katanas were smoking before I withdrew them.

"If I did wouldn't I tell you, smart one?"

Swish

"Rima-chan! You threw a shuriken by my face!" He whined.

"Sorry, I missed. I won't next time." I forced a smile. He rolled his eyes, and continued analyzing it. As my attacks continued (and failed), I began to run out of options.

"SALT!" Nagihiko cried. I looked at him oddly. "Tadase! Give me the salt from the kit!"

"Where are you even going with this?" I asked, confused.

"It's an Eximar demon, or as we would call them, slug demons. Their atomic structures are extremely similar to those of slugs, despite the genetic mutations within them-"

"So just pour salt on it?" I cut him off- his "smart talk" was giving me a headache.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Okay then, here we go." Tadase handed me the salt, in which I gave to Yaya. It was in a dissolvable muslin bag, and would dissolve on contact with the demon's skin. She loaded her slingshot with the baggies and fired at the demon, making it howl in pain. Its body began to trickle off and ooze until all that was left was a puddle.

"Now to finish this once and for all." Nagihiko stated. He took a vanquishing fire bomb and dropped it in the puddle, causing it to splash back onto all of us.

"Great, pretty boy." I muttered, trying to get the gunk out of my hair.

"We'll get to work!" They shouted in unison.

Each of us had an obstacle course to assess their abilities in a controlled environment.

"First up: Nagihiko." I stated. Nagihiko walked up, putting his hair into a low ponytail as he did so. He took his naginata off the shelf and went to the starting line.

BEGIN

Nagihiko took deep breaths as made sense of his surroundings.

Two practice robots charged at Nagihiko, but he evaded one, and swiped his naginata across the other's throat, clearing the first level. The robots sparked and burned out slowly as Nagihiko looked back at them, smirking. An obstacle course was next, including a pit of fire-for when the gates of hell come cracking through the Earth on invasion day-, a spike course-for the countless weapons that shall come at him-, combat, and blind combat-combat done in heavy smoke.

Nagihiko ran, jumping off the walls to evade the fire pit, coming into a tuck as he landed. He dodged spikes, getting snagged by one every few times. His clothes began to become shredded; something he knew he had to work on. Then, he reached combat, where he'd have to take on eight robots coming at him at once.

'How am I going to do this…?' He thought to himself. His heart began to race as he tried to analyze the situation, forgetting about the opponents he was facing. They came at him all at once, tackling him to the ground.

END COURSE

'Stupid,' Nagihiko murmered to himself as he placed the naginata back onto it's rack on the shelf.

'Note to self: Don't over-think, and work on evasion skills.' He told himself, mentally beating himself up. He always took things like this seriously, so why not today?

"Good job, Nagi, now go take a water break." I said, patting him on his back. Maybe seeing him almost get pummeled by robots made me feel sorry for him.

"Next, Amu."

"W-What? But Rima, I'm no good." Amu whined. I shot her a glare, and she stood quickly. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

BEGIN

Amu kicked off the head of one robot, and took down the other effortlessly. If she wasn't so clumsy, she would've been a beast. She looked at the fire pit ahead of her, and her fear kicked it. What if she fell in? What if she died?

'Deep breaths, Amu. You can do this.' She told herself. As she began to run to the fire pit, her doubt kicked in.

'No I can't!'

Amu attempted to evade the fire pit, but slipped off the wall, falling into the bright orange flames, screaming as she did so.

"Crap."

"Hinamori-San!"

"Amu-chan!"

"Amu-chi!"

"Hinamori!"