Sorry it took a long time! Whenever I had free time, my friends always manage to have me play League of Legends with them. *Sigh* Oh well. Here's a new chapter. It's a prologue... for the prologue. Prologue-ception...? Am I doing this right? Meh...

Just to make this clear, I do NOT own Infinite Stratos or any of its characters. But I'd love to have my very own IS. Not like I could even pilot one, though. Just sayin'...


Prologue: Where It All Began - Part 1 [START]


My name is Ayasaki Sora. In most countries, the given name is first, making it Sora Ayasaki. Which I found hard to get used to, ever since stepping foot on American soil. After 16 years of being in Japan, I needed to come here to the US. The sole reason I came here… for the sake of my little sister, Mikoto.

I think this is a proper time to shed some light on the subject, don't you? Well then, let me tell you more about her and my not-so-distant past…

Ayasaki Mikoto, 14 years old. She was a sickly girl. Due to some incurable illness, she sometimes had to be excused from school. Every morning that she didn't go to school, I always checked up on her. Took her temperature, changed the moist towel on her head, and on those rare occasions where her close friends or the maid didn't make it in time… I was the one who had to wipe her down and change her clothes. To think, the second naked body of a girl I'd ever see would be that of my sister's… Ughhh.*shiver* NO! I didn't mean it like she was ugly or anything! On the contrary, she was very… beautiful. I've heard rumors that she was one of the popular girls in her middle school for being a naturally unselfish person. That she doesn't discriminate and talks to every equally, regardless of their social standing. She always smiles in school, so it's fun to talk with her.

That kind of makes me proud to be her brother. Though, people tried to take advantage of that.

Other girls push their burdens onto her, to which she'd accept without hesitation. Most of those "burdens" were cleaning duties. I swear, if someone had told me earlier, I would've stormed into her class and given those heartless bitches a piece of my mind. I mean, her body was already straining going to school... then she's coerced into cleaning up for them? Almost everyday? This is one madness that I will not let pass by in my metaphorical Sparta. On the very same day, I half-persuaded, half-blackmailed the principal of that school of hers to change a few things. I'm good with words. Very good with them... After that Mikoto started coming home early, telling me it was due to one of the new policies that required "those with health complications to go home directly, disregarding any form of duty that he/she may have."

That was one problem dealt with, but it wasn't the last.

Neither was it the worst.

One afternoon just after my classes ended, I received a text from one of Mikoto's friends, Misaki. I think she was in a year level higher than Miko- Oh never mind, back to the important part, the contents of the text.

"Onii-san, this is Misaki. This is about Mikoto... Some scary people took her. You have to help. I've called the police already, but there's no response from them yet. Please meet me at XXXXXXXX ASAP. I think I know where they took her. Hurry!"

I was... No words could describe how I felt after reading that. I just felt an unusual feeling. Like something was injected into my bloodstream that made my blood boil. Who knew a single text could make me feel... like I wanted to kill someone?

I dropped the cellphone, I got up from my chair, and dashed for the door. I bumped into the tables and chairs in the room, and right before I got out of the classroom and into the hallway... something hit me. I mean it literally. Someone punched me in the stomach. I fell hard on the floor. The PE Teacher, Fujiwara Gen, was apparently the one who did that. That guy, ever since day one, has made it clear to me many times that I wasn't one of the people he respected. Which, I didn't really care about. Just because I can talk my way out of PE class, doesn't mean he has to hate me for it.

"Ayasaki! What the hell are you doing? Making this kind of commotion? You're not leaving this room until you get those chairs and tables that YOU messed up, back into place."

I just stared at him.

"What? Of all the times, why the fuck now?!" I mentally cursed.

I got back on my feet, and endured the pain of the punch he just gave me. He was a muscular guy. And that hurt like hell. I walked towards him and said, "Get the fuck out of my way,Sensei.I have no time for your shit, so let me through."

"What a filthy mouth you have there, do you use that mouth to kiss your mother every day? No, wait... Your mother's-"

He didn't get a chance to finish. My right fist made contact with his chin via an uppercut. Even though I wasn't that strong as an average person. My leverage compensated for my lack of strength and my suddenness caught him off guard.

He was looking straight up, not moving his head back down... But when he did, his face was showing that he was obviously unhappy. Obviously...

"Heh... You just punched me. I can have you expelled for that, you know? Or worse..." He said, all the while prepping a punch... to my face.

But before he could continue, my best friend, Suginami, made somewhat loud coughs. Which managed to get both of our attention. The people left in the room were looking at us two. Girls could be heard saying stuff like 'I never knew Fujiwara-sensei was a bully, did you?' and 'Ayasaki-kun looks kinda cool, look at how he's standing up to Sensei.' While I heard the guys say, 'Ayasaki-san? Actually getting pissed off? That's rare.' and 'Disrespecting the dead... How low can you get?' Wait... How can I hear them? They weren't thinking out loud, they were whispering to one another.

"Sensei..." Suginami said, "Why are you suddenly punching an honor student out of the blue? Did you realize your S tendencies were too great for you to keep bottled up or something?"

"Shut up, you!" replied the teacher, "Unless you want to share the same punishment as this guy..."

He moved to hold me up by the collar, but then I saw Suginami mouth something at me... "Seio nage"is what he seemed to mouth.

Then something clicked in my head... I closed my eyes. Inches before he got a hold of my uniform, I used my left hand to hold on to his right hand, the wrist to be precise, and put my right arm under his left armpit. "What the-?" was his only response... before I threw him over my shoulder. I expected to hear a thud when he met the hard floor, but instead I heard sounds of something breaking. Did I just break his bones? No, that can't be right. Can bones even be heard that loud when they snap, much less break? I guess so. Wait, how is that possible? I'm not that strong enough to break bones anyways.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that I just threw him on top of a table, the ones teachers use. It gave in due to Sensei's weight. But, how did it get all the way over here? I look at Suginami, he avoided eye contact with me while trying to whistle a tune. You bastard... I don't know if I should thank you later or throw you over him now.

"Ayasaki!" said my so-called teacherin a not so strong voice, "How dare you that to me! I'll have you expelled for sure!"

"Au contraire." replied Suginami, "He could have you fired from your job. Everyone here saw what you did... What's worse is, I've got video evidence of it all."

He was speechless. That shut him up... temporarily. It took him a while to speak up.

"Y-y-you're bluffing, aren't you?" asked Fujiwara-sensei, stuttering out the start.

He most like isn't. That pervert of a friend of mine Suginami practically has hidden cameras all over the place to peek up girls' skirts and for when they change in the classroom for PE classes. It isn't impossible that he might have a camera that recorded the whole thing.

"Nope, unfortunately I'm not. You want to try me Sensei?" said Suginami, in a sadistically mocking manner. Seeing him like that... sends chills down my spine.

The teacher didn't reply... He just stayed there, on the broken pieces of wood that was once a decent table. I took a glance at his back. Good, he wasn't impaled by any of it. Wait...

" Ayasaki-chan!" shouted out Suginami. *Shudder* Stop calling me that, "Weren't you in a rush for something?"

I then realized... Mikoto! I have to go and save her.

I gave Suginami a nod. And he responded with a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, I've got this under control." he said. He might be referring to the mess I made. What a good friend. "And I'll just bring your stuff over to your place."

Once again, I nodded, and ran out towards the shoe lockers. I got to my locker. I opened it hastily. As I was about to get my outdoor shoes, I see that there's a letter on top of it. What's more is it was pink in color and had a red heart sticker as a seal.

"Is this...? No, I can't think about that right now." I took off my indoor shoes and replaced them with my outdoor ones. I left that letter on top of the indoor shoes that was now inside the locker. I can't bring that with me. I hope whoever put that in there can understand. And I raced off.

I met Misaki at the designated location and we immediately went to where she suspects they could possibly be. She filled me in on the way... Misaki was walking home together with Mikoto, when they were suddenly confronted by a bunch of thugs. It seemed that they were trying to hit on the two of them. When both Mikoto and Misaki refused to go with them, they tried another method. By force. Somehow, my sister was caught, but before they could get their hands on the other girl (Misaki); she tripped Misaki's almost-captor and told her to run and get help.

We reached the building that Misaki suspected. She was right. It was an abandoned warehouse. I looked through a broken window to see Mikoto. Phew. it's good to see her. However, seeing her tied to a chair quickly brought me to what's at hand. I quickly entered the warehouse, hopefully I got in unnoticed. That's when I noticed Misaki trailing right behind me.

"Misaki," I said in a soft voice, "What're you doing? Don't follow me. You'll only get hurt."

"But, Onii-san..." she replied, "You can't possibly take them all on yourself. And besides I'm her friend"

"Does the chance significantly increase if you're there with me?" I asked, "In this kind of situation, you're more of a liability than an asset. No offense."

"None... taken." Misaki said in a manner that was contradictory to her previous words. "But..."

"Listen..." I began saying words on the spot, hoping that somehow my talent for winging it (improvising) is still as good as I remember, "If you're truly a friend of hers, you'll leave it up to me, her Onii-chan, to save her. Okay?" ... I've always wanted to say that.

"O-okay. I'll get out of here and try - no, I mean - I will go to the police station personally."

"That's a good girl..." I petted her on the head and ruffled her hair a bit in the process. I felt her tremble when my hand land on her head, but that tremble stopped almost instantly.

"Stop it, please..." she said in a soft voice which I could barely hear. Aw, her face is all red. How cute. But, there's a more important matter at hand. So, I should probably stop myself in embarrassing this adorable creature in front of me.

"Okay, okay..." I said in a playful voice, "Now, go."

She didn't respond, she just turned her back and made for the only entrance into this place. As I saw her leave, I turned my focus on my sister.

She was about 50 meters away from me. Seeing her again made me forget about being nervous. She was safe... Or so I thought. When I again saw that she was tied to a chair, the nervousness that I once felt was now replaced with anger. She was surrounded by several men. I'd guess about at least ten of them. Some were as old as a young adult, others looked like they were in their late high school or early college years. Wait, isn't that one guy wearing the same school uniform as mine? What I saw next was that same guy wearing the same uniform as I did went closer to her... He touched her face. Mikoto struggled, almost biting the hand. He went lower to her neck. Feeling it with the back of his hand. Then his "caress" went lower. He...

He put those filthy hands of his and groped her chest.

"No, stop that!" Mikoto screamed out, "Please, don't..."

"Shut up, you brat!" he said, "It's not like anyone can hear you anyways."

What he did next made my already fuming self lose control... That son of a bitch slapped her.

"LET HER GO!" I yelled out at the top of my lungs. That was the first time I screamed so hard, I even surprised myself.

By the time I knew what I just did, all their eyes were at me. And I was quickly surrounded.

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Good job, me.


Prologue: Where It All Began - Part 1 [END]


I made a decision, and that is the prologue will be in two parts. And those two parts be further divided into another two. For a total of 4 prologue chapters... I hope you guys who read this like my cliffhanger. Enjoy! Oh, and do Review if you have the time.