Opening song: The walking dead of Dropkick Murphys.
Hey everyone, I haven't thought that I would update this so fast. Well, I didn't have a lot of options. Maybe coming a week, two or more chapters. I'll see later for it.
The coming chapter is something completely different, but it was something that I got in my mind for a time and I decided to put it on paper. There is some French in it. I hope you guys got some language skills. Next chapter, maybe some Flemish. I'll see for it. If you guys ask for a translation, I'll keep it mind for the coming chapters.
Paris: Nord Station. Early in the Friday morning. A young guy got from the train and he walked on to the Arc De Triomphe. He was surprised it still existed since France was one of the most important countries in Europe regarding the Infinite Stratos. He found it weird that something that reminded the world of man victories would survive. He moved quickly and stealthy. He didn't want to attract attention and soon got at the place. With an old Nokia out of his pocket, he looked around. He was five minutes too early, but he didn't mind.
After that, he saw a young man. He was on the same age, had thick brown hair like his own dark blond. He had blue eyes, what was weird for someone with brown hair and a friendly face. The young man must be his accomplice. He decided to use some language skills he picked up.
He walked to the boy and in French he began the conversation.
"Bonjour, je prends que vous êtes Mireau."
"Oui, et vous êtes ?"
"Evert. Les mails qui vous avez reçu, je suis le person qui a envoyé." The young man looked around and saw no one else on the place. Still, he wanted to make sure there was no one else.
"J'ai demandé que vous êtes seul. Je ne vois quelques autres."
"Oui, votre mails m'ont intrigué. Vous m'avez demandé beaucoup monsieur. J'espère vous savez qui je suis?"
"Oui, le seule enfant de monsieur Dunois, le grande chef de Dunois company de Infinite Stratos. Mais ça, c'est le raison que je voudrais parler avec vous. Vous savez un location tranquille?"
Mireau brightened up. As a student, he grew up on these streets and he knew a lot of places they could have a drink and talk about it. It was a weird thing. About half a year ago, he received mails of someone who got through his fire wall. There was nothing dangerous about the mails and because he was at home alone, he decided to answer them. They were nothing more than a friendly request to chat.
"Oui, je sais beaucoup de cafés ici. Suivez-moi."
"Merci."
The two left and Mireau thought back of his childhood. It was somewhat weird for him. Meeting with someone of his own age. He was never allowed to go play with friends. Not that he had one.
Mireau was used to be alone. His parents were always busy about those Infinite Stratos. He cursed their names ,but unlike most men, he didn't, because women got the upper hand of the society. No, because now he was alone. His father inherited a lot of money, so he decided to build a factory for those blasted machines.
His mother and all of his family got caught up with it. He made more than once a wish he had a sibling. He was going to be the heir of the company soon enough. He just hoped he had some time. His father and the company made sure that he wouldn't' t associate with 'wrong people.' He did everything to prevent that Mireau would make friends and it broke the young man's heart as a kid. About a year ago, he heard his parents arguing. He didn't get everything of the conversation, but he was too afraid to ask.
In the short walk, Mireau noticed something of his companion.
"Je dois dire, vous parlez très bien. Vous êtes Français?"
"Je suis Flamand. Mais mon père sait c'est important pour comprendre plusieurs de langues."
"Il a raison. Je ne vois mon père beaucoup. Il est en l'entreprise. Ma mère aussi."
"Désole pour votre situation."
"Pas problème."
At a nearby café, they ordered coffee and Evert opened a laptop.
"Je voudrais savoir, monsieur. Vous savez beaucoup de mon vie. Qui êtes-vous ?"
"Ah, ça, c'est un important question. Mais avant, je vais parler, j'ai quelques questions pour vous ?"
"D'accord. Quoi ?"
Evert showed him a picture of an orange Infinite Stratos with a blond haired pilot in the middle of it.
"Vous connaissez cette machine?"
"Oui, Rafale Revive Custom II. L'entreprise de mon père a facturé cette machine. Le machine est utulisé par notre cadet répresant dans l' ISA. Pourquoi vous me demandez?"
"Vous connaissez le pilot ? Mireau shook his head.
"No, elle ressemble moi. Qui est-elle ?"
The young man sighed. What he was going to tell his accomplice would probably rock his world from the upside down, but he had the right for the truth, even if it hurt.
"C'est Charlotte Dunois. Votre sœur, Mireau Dunois." It was silent for a moment at the table as Mireau looked from the computer to Evert and back.
"Quoi? Je ne connais pas le file et ma sœur ? Vous me ridicule." He was disbelieved that something like he would have something like a sister. It just couldn't be true.
"No, je suis sérieux. Le raison que vous ne savez le file, c'est parce que elle est votre demi sœur. Vous avez le même père, mais un autre mère. Votre sœur a habité as sa mère, mais quand la mère mourrait, votre père choisissait la fille pour le tests d'Infinite Stratos. Pour lui, votre sœur n'est plus comme un machine de l'entreprise."
Mireau turned his chair and whipped with his fingers in his eyes. Basically, his whole life was a lie. Because of his father and family. They took his friends, his light from him, but that they would keep a wish he had for so long away from him, he was devastated to hear something from a stranger.
"Excusez-moi, monsieur. C'est plus beaucoup pour apprendre dans quelques minutes. J'ai un sœur. Mais pourquoi, vous, un étranger, m'a raconté cette histoire." Evert smiled and looked to him. His plan worked like he hoped. Now he could go on.
"J'ai un idée, mais j'ai besoin de votre aide. Je peux offrir beaucoup pour vous."
"Monsieur. Je ne connais vous, mais vous avez mon attention. J'écoute."
The ISA. Two days after the fight.
"Morning, Ichika."
"Good morning, Anaton." Ichika responded when the young kid walked in. They gave each other a fist bump. For some reason, he felt different stabs of glares by the girls, but he ignored them and walked to the male pilot. "Something happened at your morning?"
"Well, I don't know how you look on it, but your powers are very convenient."
"Nice you see it that way."
Anaton responded sarcastically. It took months for him to create a shield the size Ichika made and he had used them a lot of times. Not that Anaton blamed him for it.
He saw how Ichika got beat up, scolded and hit by the several girls who just jumped in conclusions. "Your shields work very quick." Anaton shrugged his shoulders. At Ichika, he couldn't be mad. He didn't asked for it and he didn't control them. "That's thanks to auto protect. They're based on conventional attacks, so you're lucky that you don't have to do anything. That I got access to your powers isn't for me so handy. The guys hate it when I got one of your IS weapons at my disposal."
Ichika and Anaton were friendly chatting, but they were the only one. Every girl wanted to jump and kill the young boy. The only problem was six guys looking at the end of the room. The result of the fight wasn't what Chifuyu had hoped for. When she walked in the class, she saw the situation in the school, only on small scale.
Only Ichika and Anaton brought respect for each other. The rest of the girls blew the story up to a point where the story where Anaton almost killed Ichika was a small version. Well, he almost did that to Ichika, but unlike most medic teams, he works better and faster than most doctors combined. Ichika got off just fine.
Chifuyu walked to her place. "Everyone, mouths shut and moving. Orlejov. There has been another fight. Can you sort it out with Sarashiki Tatenashi?" Anaton looked at her and he had an annoyed look in his eyes. "Not again. I'll deal with it, sensei."
"I hope you take your position as responsable serious." Anaton sat down in the middle of his friends. "Don't worry. I'm going to make an example of him. I'm fed up with it."
Chifuyu couldn't blame it on the kid. The pilots were as much to blame for it as well. They made a priority of it to get revenge on what happened to their prince. Chifuyu was really pissed with today's treatment of pilots. The education they got was all good and nice, but they didn't knew how to deal with guys. The hackers were also quite something. Okay, they were soldiers and less meant for normal life, but if you combine spoiled, far from standards girls with hardened guys who had a short fuse, that had to go wrong.
If Anaton couldn't keep his guys in check, this could end far more worse than the academy could handle. She hoped Ichika and Anaton could be an example of peace between a hacker and a pilot. If Chifuyu could become friends with one, why couldn't they become friends?
Before the lesson could begin, Cecelia raised her hand. Chifuyu just knew she would get an idiotic question, but decided to let her speak. "Yes, Alcott."
"Miss Orimura. Why let you let a little punk like him handle it? I think I have found a far better way."
"Oh, and what the fuck should that be?" A loud voice shouted from the end of the classroom. Izolf got up.
"Mr. Izolf, I didn't give you permission to talk. Besides, could you mind your words?"
"Sorry, Sensei. But you gotta be kidding if you wanna listen to her." Chifuyu ignored him. "What's your idea, Alcott?"
"Let those nanite hackers go home and let us focus on study. They surely don't belong here. I mean it's almost a disgrace to me, a member of the elite to be in the same room as these, these." A gun went off and Cecelia fell out her chair. Rato stood up with his arms still smoking. "Cecelia." Ichika said. He walked towards her and saw how her dress flied up, so he could see her underwear. "Ichika-san." She said. "You haven't seen."
"I haven't, I haven't." Ichika was afraid he would catch a beating when she realised he had seen everything of her. "You're lying. You deserve punishment." She sent her droids at him and they fired at him. Luckily for him, he saw that Anaton's shield had activated. "Phew." Both he and Cecelia got a hit from a book. "If you morons are ready with chatting, could you guys please pay attention to the lesson?"
"Sorry, Miss Orimura." The two said in union. After that, the lessons went on without a problem. After two hours, the guys were at the end of their ropes. "Man, this sucks."
"We don't have any basis knowledge of the Infinite Stratos. Basically, because we don't need."
"Anaton-chan." A playful voice said. Anaton tensed up, just like his friends. They saw Tatenashi standing at their door entrance. "What's up, Sarashiki-senpai?" He looked to the blue haired girl who opened her fan at which was written 'come with me.'
"Do you know that I can't read Kanji? Just fucking tell me." The school president sighed. "Come with me." Anaton grabbed his stuff and walked out.
"I'll go with you." Ichika proposed. "That's not necessary, Ichika-kun." When he saw the look of Tatenashi and his friends, he gulped. "Don't worry, Ichik I'll be fine." Laura, Cecilia, Charlotte and Houki blocked the entrance. The hackers looked to each other. "That's not going to end well, right?" Tizof asked to his friends. "Guessed that right, brother. But do you think that we can get pass them?" Thazalof pointed out the girls out with his chin.
Erzof grabbed his mobile phone. "Erzo?"
"I'm going to ask Cirluk and Jozalof to keep an eye out. They have a bit more men. That way we can be safe. We can't go after them. Besides, if we cause problem, that's going to affect the kid. Better keep it down"
After he sended that message, a few hackers got out their classrooms and silently followed the young boy. When Tatenashi turned around, they saw different group of hackers standing at another place. Each one of the guys was with a friend. They followed a few meters and gave another group directions. Anaton noticed, but he didn't mind. He knew that he couldn't handle the Russian cadet, so he had to rely on his friends.
When they got at the Student Council Conference room, they went in. Every single of his instincts told him to be on guard. Nohotoke Utsuho and her younger sister Honne were in the room as well. "Where is the hacker?" Anaton asked. Tatenashi closed the door. "What's the meaning of this, Sarashiki-senpai?" She smiled, but that didn't put the young kid at ease. In fact, it frightened him. "You're a bad boy, allowing the hackers to do such a rude things towards the pilots. I need to punish you. You look a bit girly. Maybe I should learn you a lesson by giving you a makeover."
Before she could go on, the door blew up. She turned around and saw Cirluk and Jozalof standing. Jozalof blew up the door and before Tatenashi couldn't react, she saw Cirluk jumping towards her. He pushed her down and he raised his fist. "Losers have no right to speak? You're defeated. So let the kid handle the problems." He let her go, but before she could go up, he pushed her down with his feet. "If you're going after that kid again, we're going to fuck you up, even more than Thaza did. We're not that kind."
Anaton got up and walked to her. "Where's the kid that caused a ruckus?"
"I let him clean up the mess he caused." She said with a certain pride in her voice.
"And what about the pilot?" Anaton crossed his arms. "Well, she did nothing wrong, so I let her go."
Anaton took a breath. "I'm going to talk to him. If there are other problems with hackers, you don't punish them. I'll take for it. But if you ever going to do that again…" He made a vertical movement with his thumb over his throat.
"That includes all the hackers." Anaton left with his friends, but he turned around. "Oh and by the way, if you're going to fuck Ichika up again, I'm going to do the same thing. I consider him a hacker." With that, they left. Tatenashi was pissed about it. Anaton had something she didn't. Strong support, she cursed herself for that. Gratitude earned is more value than gratitude given.
In the meantime, the hackers walked back. "Thanks, lads. The both of you." Cirluk shrugged his shoulders. "No problem, Erzof called us. We're part of your crew, remeber."
"I'm going to repay the favour. What do you want?" The two looked at each other. "Hey, about our idea of making a few servers at the dorm house. Are we allowed to do that?" Anaton raised an eyebrow. "You were serious about that? Sure you can do that. If you guys got the cash for it." The guys smirked. "We want you to buy the hard ware."
"No problem. Just give us the money and the list of materials and we're going to buy it." Cirluk rushed through the hair of the boy. "Thanks, captain."
"I'll buy them in the first weekend when we're free. Can you wait until then?" The guys saw no problem in waiting for that. "Okay. That give us time to make a list."
And I'm done. Glad that I'm over with it. I really enjoyed this chapter. I just give myself some time for the future, because I'm out of inspiration, I have some ideas, but it's too early to introduce them. Good thing is that I'm done with ACU, so until ACS comes out, I got some time to write. I hope I can give you guys something in the coming weeks, but don't get your hopes to high.
I got some reviews on my previous chapters, but they're always nice to have.
I also have a recommender on FanFiction that I favour myself quite a bit. A chance from guerilla sam. He updated his story a few days ago. It's about the normal cast, but the Ichika is completely different. One top hell tough badass, but he isn't dark and despite the heavy themes in the first chapter, it's really fun to read. Just an idea.
Greetings from Flanders.
Kerlongsj.