ATTENTION THIS IS GHOST AND THIS IS MY THIRD STORY THAT I WILL BE POSTING. I DON'T OWN INFINITE STRATOS IT WOUKD BE COOL IF I DID BUT NO IT BELONGS TO Izuru Yumizuru. THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE AMAZING IF IT GETS GOOD REVIEWS. THIS IS MY STORY AND I PROMISED IN THE FIGHTER'S FLOCK THAT I WOULD POST THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS, SO HERE YOU GO.
Ivan's POV
I was currently in a hell that could not be described in words. I was sitting in my seat at the front of my class and everybody was looking at me in anticipation. Miss Yamada was at the front of the class behind a podium giving and introduction speech. I was not really paying attention because I had heard the speech before. Every year in every school the whole be responsible, have fun, don't dirty the reputation of this proud institution of learning.
"-allen, Mr. Wallen!"My name was being shouted.
"Yes Ma'am," I stood up in shock.
"I'm sorry it's just that we started at the A's now we're at the W's. Could you please introduce yourself please," her head and hands were in an apologetic and pleading manner.
Her glasses slipped down her nose in a cute manner that seemed like she was a little school girls that was begging for a second chance on her homework.
"Sorry about that I was lost in thought," I held up my hands to calm her.
"Hello, my name as many of you know is Ivan Sikh Wallen. I, as of now am the only boy that is able to pilot the IS and as such I hope we have an educational year together," at that I paused.
Looking around me I saw questioning gazes from the girls around me,
"And at this time I will not be revealing my hobbies or pastimes."
At that I got a look of annoyance, disbelief, and unhappiness. Suddenly that door to the class snapped open and in walked the most unlikely person, Chifuyu Orimura. She immediately looked at my standing form and threw a book at my head. As the book hit me I remembered an article that I read a long time ago, for one hit the brain can lose over eleven thousand cells.
"That introduction was pathetic, who are you 'I won't be sharing anything else' are you some kind of cool protagonist," her hand was on her forehead in irritation.
"Orimura-sensei the staff meeting is over early," Miss Yamada had an excited look that replaced her pouting cheeks.
"Yes Yamada-sensei I was surprised as well. It must have been tough on you, forcing them introduce themselves," her voice slipped out of the cool mocking tone and a gentle chiding tone.
"Still standing huh," she said hitting me with the book again.
"Excuse me, but why are you here Miss Orimura," I said after sitting down.
She waved the thick binder threateningly at my head,
"That is Orimura-sensei to you, young man."
"Ahem, everyone my name is Orimura Chifuyu and my duty is that for this one year, I'll be training you in the operations and controls of IS. Everything I teach, you have to remember, and understand. To those who can't understand, I'll teach them till they can. My job is to thoroughly train you during your first year, from the age of 15 to 16. You can dislike my attitude, but you still have to do what I say. Understood?"
After that everybody in the class went berserk with shrieks.
"Oh my god it's her!"
"All hail Chifuyu-sama!"
"I've always been your fan!"
"I came all the way from Kyoto because I admired you Onee-sama!"
Ok that one was stalker-ish and slightly pathetic. The yelling continued for a minute or so with Miss Orimura's face becoming disheartened.
"...Why do I always get the nut jobs and morons every year? I mean do they look at the application and go 'This one is perfect for her class'." Her voice was mocking.
She sounds genuinely disappointed, but what can you say when your famous you can always expect rabid, hardcore fans. Maybe if she shows that she isn't the strict type maybe she would lose some. On second thought she would probably gain ten times as many as she lost.
"KYAAAHH! ONEE-SAMA! SCOLD US MORE PLEASE!"
"PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH ME!"
"MORE GIVE ME MORE!"
At this I just tuned out the shrieking in favor of thinking. Miss Orimura's was my home room teacher, did this have something to do with the governmental protection. I mean who would want to mess with the first Mondo Grosso champion.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you the-," before I finish the statement I was hit in the head by the 'book'.
"Don't make me repeat myself. It. Is. Orimura. Sensei," with each word she tapped my head with the book.
"Yes Orimura-sensei."
With that she turned moved behind the podium and then let Yamada-sensei started teaching a lesson on the fundamentals of the IS. Most of it was basic knowledge, but when she started going into the technicalities of the units like the materialization of the unit and how it functions she turned on the display board. Even with her charismatic cheer she was talking carefully. To me it was like she was speaking a new language, and looking around at my classmates I saw that they all understood everything and were taking notes accordingly.
As if sensing my discomfort Yamada-sensei seemed to be slowing things down for me. I still couldn't understand her at all. Looking over at a girl next to me I saw her notes were well organized and clear,
"Excuse me, Mr. Wallen if you don't understand something please ask me. That is the responsibility of us teachers," her voice was kind and caring as if she were an angel.
Looking at her straight in the eyes which made her straighten a little, I decided to take the plunge,
"Yamada-sensei," getting a cheerful yes in return. "I don't understand anything."
My response instantly killed her cheerfulness and replaced it with concern,
"Does anyone else not understand the lesson up to this point," she asked the rest of the class getting a negative in response.
Don't tell me that the rumor that the studying started in middle school were true.
'Sigh'" Idiot, I thought that a copy of the IS Manuel was delivered to your residence," Orimura-sensei's irritated voice rang out.
"Did it look like a phone book?" I asked.
"Yes it did, so why didn't you read it."
"Well, It was used. Just to keep the fire going for a hour longer," my response got me a hit in the head.
"I'll have a copy sent to your dorm after school, but I want it memorized in a week," her voice reminded me of a drill sergeant.
After that it was a smoother class and after the class had ended I took a stroll around the halls just to stretch my legs. I heard the minute warning bell and while I ran back to the class I bumped into a girl with a hairstyle that was in the ponytail that I recognized. Her more than shoulder-length hair was tied together with a single white ribbon. She had an unhappy look that quickly turned to a scowl.
"Sorry about that," if anything my voice seemed make her expression turn angrier.
She just turned her head and walked back into the class. As the bell rang the final time I sat in my seat and Orimura-sensei taught this lesson. It was a simple lesson that even I could follow. After the class I decided to get to know some of my classmates, but before I could get up a blonde girl stood in front of me.
Her mouth was moving but I didn't really paying attention, because I was studying her. She was blonde, of European decent, and from her accent probably British.
"Are you listening to me," her voice broke through.
"Huh, oh yeah I'm listening to you. What do you need," I tried to sound interested.
"Wait a second! What are you saying? Just the fact that I'm talking to you should be enough to make you feel greatly honored. Shouldn't you have a better attitude towards me?" Her expression was on discontent and scorn.
"О, великая принцесса (Oh great a Princess),"
"What was that you, you, you Russian man," she tried to come up with an insult and failed.
"Who are you again?" I asked trying to be polite.
"Anyway, I, Cecilia Alcott, being the gracious person that I am will give you a second chance," she said ignoring me.
"As a representative candidate student of England-"
"What's a representative candidate?" I interrupted.
KA-THUNK. That was the sound of a few girls in the class hitting the floor at my question.
"Are you serious!" She exclaimed angrily.
"This is unbelievable. Even if you are from that undeveloped country, this should be common knowledge. Common knowledge I tell you."
Wow, she just insulted an entire country and me at the same time that takes skill.
"Could you please answer the question," I asked getting annoyed.
"The pilot of a country's IS is decided from the pool of representative candidates, which means the elites...you, should be able to understand what the words mean."
I nodded my head and let her continue her monologue.
"You should consider yourself lucky to be an elites class like me," her tone was really starting to annoy me.
"Oh how lucky indeed, my ears are thank you profusely." I said sarcastically.
"Are you trying to make a fool of me," she put (read slammed) her hands on my desk.
Before I could reply the bell rang and students came filing in and sitting down.
"Don't run away!" And with that she went to her seat in the back.
"Now it has come to the point of the day in which you guys pick your class representative that will essentially be your leader for the course of this year," Orimura-sensei's voice was hard and commanding.
"Now I would like to have nominees."
Somewhere in the back of the room a voice said with certainty,
"I nominate Wallen-kun!"
What!?
"Yeah that's a great idea."
Don't I get a say.
After a few minutes of chatter the class finally calmed down for Orimura-sensei to speak,
"If there are no other nominees then Ivan-san will be elected without vote."
"I object," a certain Brit yelled.
"I don't see how an elite like me should have to live with the shame of having this Russian boar be my representative."
I take offense to that, why not a bear.
"It was embarrassing enough to come to this small island in the first place," her voice was dripping with pride.
"Isn't Britain an island nation as well. And if I remember correctly Britain has never lost the 'Worst Cuisine' award for years," I shot back irritably.
"Did you just insult my proud country," she voice was annoying.
"Yes, yes I did and what are you going to do about it, принцесса."
"This calls for a duel you simpleton," her challenge echoed in my head.
"Fine just name the time and place," I shot back impulsively.
"Hold on you idiots," Chifuyu's voice calmed me slightly. "We will reserve the arena for Wednesday and then you can deal with your little 'fight'."
"Out of curiosity how much of a handicap should I give you. One arm or blindfolded," I mocked her.
In response her and a lot of my classmates laughed as if at a comedian,
"Who knew that men from the east were so comical," her voice really started to piss me off.
"Well, you never answered my question so I guess I will have to go all out against you," I paused. "And a man never goes back on his word.
Ending that argument quickly the class went quiet. After that the rest of the day went smoothly and I walked back to my room. I had to stay at least an hour and a half after classes because I had to collect some things from Miss Yamada. Completely drained from today I opened the door and flopped down on my bed completely oblivious to the outside world. If I had been more energized I probably would have noticed the shower was running.
"I heard the door being opened," I heard a feminine voice call out from the shower room.
"Anyway, I'm your new roommate Houki Shinon-," what she was saying was cut off by her finally seeing me lying face side down.
"I understand of this could lead to misunderstandings but," I paused. "I was under the impression due to me being male that I would be alone in this room."
"And to add to that fact, only my luggage was by the door."
"I-I-I understand your reasoning and I brought my luggage with me," her stutter was slightly cute.
"I'm going to go out to the hall and let you have some privacy and after that maybe we can work this out," I reasoned still laying face down.
I heard a mumbled "hai" and the closing of a door. Checking slightly to make sure that she was in the shower I walked out and closed the door loudly to alert her.
Sitting in the hall I saw girls in all manner of dress or lack thereof. I heard them whispering about me and my sitting out in the hall. Eventually I felt the door open up behind me and a face peek around the edge. Getting a nod to the unasked question of whether I could come in or not.
Her hair was slight wet from her shower and her cheeks were pink from embarrassment. She was wearing what I believed to be a kendo uniform and as she sat on her bed she tied her hair in a split ponytail.
"Ah! I'm sorry that I ran into you earlier today," I apologized again this time bowing my head Japanese style.
"It is ok," she said stiffly. "As I was saying my name is Houki Shinonono."
"Yes, I kinda remember you from the introductions," I tried to keep my voice level.
"My hobbies are drawing and reading, but I do enjoy to debate with people."
"Understandable, my hobby is kendo and that is all," her response was short and clipped.
"Now onto our situation. I think that they made a mistake and if you want I could talk to one of the teachers to get you transferred," I said getting to the root of the problem straight away.
"I think that this was a mistake as well but I am willing to talk this out and be reasonable," still her voice was sharp.
"Yes. Now I need to know this, are you related to Tabane Shinonono," her hands clenched at that.
"She is my sister and that is all I'm willing to say," I think I got a chill from that statement.
I could tell that I should be very careful with my next statement,
"So you do kendo, are you any good."
Idiot, questioning her hobby.
"Yes I'm ok. Last year I won the national championship. Let me show you," quicker then I thought she whipped out a bokken and did an overhead strike. I quickly rolled out of the way and looked at her.
"And people say I need to control my temper."
That seemed to make her angrier.
"It is probably your fault, you probably asked for this."
She was getting irrational now.
"And don't you know that it is inappropriate for boys and girls to sleep in the same room after the age of eight."
She was getting crazier and crazier.
I was not going to let her just try to hit me without fighting back, spotting a spare bokken in a bag in front of me I lunged for it and grabbed it. Raising it to parry a blow that never came. Looking at her face it was red and she was stuttering. Looking at the end of bokken I saw an item that was unexpected. Quicker than my eye could see she grabbed it off the end of the bokken and knelt clutching it to her chest.
"Listen, that was an accident. I didn't mean to pull your bra out and I'm sorry," I said a little pink.
She looked at me in anger, embarrassment, and shame all at once. Before I could spit out another apology I was hit in the chest by a brown haired blur. It launched me across the room over my bed and into the wall sending me into unconsciousness.
'Anger management should be a recommended course for hormonal teenage girls.' I thought before the black abyss overtook me.
DAMN WHO KNEW THAT HOUKI WAS SUCH A BULLY. SO I'M OPENING A POLL TO SEE WHO SHOULD BE IN THE HAREM. AFTER ALL IT WOULDN'T IS ACADEMY IF THE MAIN CHARACTER DIDN'T HAVE HIS OWN HAREM. BYE FOR NOW. THIS IS Ghost Operation Systems.
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