This is my first time submitting a fanfiction of Infinite Stratos. The timeline will take place in an alternate universe because I don't want to mess up with the original timeline. This chapter introduces my OC and his backstory first. But that doesn’t mean he’s the main character here. The main character will be, yours truly, Ichika Orimura. Sorry for my English. I'm not that good at using words.
Infinite Stratos: A New Person
Chapter 1: Prologue
23/July/2007 Bihac, Bosnia and Herzegovina
The skies are red, as smokes came from the burned houses at countryside. Explosions were heard everywhere, indicating a war taking place. A young boy was holding an AK-47 on his arms. He was traumatized to see the corpses of his militant friends lying in front of him. They were all burned badly and mutilated. He had witnessed how they were killed by a group of women in strange machines. Being young and innocent, he sobbed. Then, he saw a woman in a strange looking machine landed in front of the building. The machine was called Infinite Stratos (IS), an exoskeleton made for women. The woman was European by her looks. Her IS was in a critical condition. The leg part was damaged. Her wings were broken. The woman had a few cuts on her skimpy military uniform that looked like a one piece swimming suit. She cursed to herself repeatedly while taking a break. By judging her condition, she had finished fighting another IS pilot.
"Damn that corporation's IS pilots," said the woman "Not to mention those stupid militants. Who asked them to fight our war? I had to do the cleaning house of them."
The young boy, who heard from his hiding, gritted his teeth. He was looking at the killer who killed all of his friends and brought chaos to his country for reasons he did not understand. He carefully aimed his AK-47 at the woman. His plan didn't go well, because he lost his footing at the rubble. His fire went through the can beside the woman. The woman quickly turned to the direction of the fire.
"There's more of it? Take this, you stubborn rats!" she yelled. She fired her IS rifle at the window. The boy was caught in the blast, throwing him away. Smokes filled the place. Emerging slowly from the smoke was the woman. She looked at the boy. The boy, scared to death, began shooting her. Due to IS being superior to any infantry weapons, it didn't leave any effect.
"Fool! You're just wasting your time! You can’t kill an IS pilot with that puny weapon!" she swings her IS blade at him. The boy used his AK to parry the blade before it was cut in half. He scrambled from the woman, taking away another AK from a dead body. The woman laughed at him. "Such weakling. Men are nothing in this society. Men do nothing but cower in front of an IS." She chased while shooting him, which instead hit the walls, nearly hitting him. At last, the boy was cornered. He was caught between a wall and the pilot. "Where are you going now, boy? Let me end this quickly." She took out another blade and charged at him.
But somehow, her IS deactivated. She had used up all of her IS’ power, that is why. The woman landed on her feet, shocked. “What… my IS lost its power?” Then, she looked at the boy, who was still terrified. The AK that he’s holding was now pointing at her. “Cazzo (Fuck),”
The boy yelled while fired his AK at the woman, shutting his eyes. After a while, it became silent. The boy slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was the body of the woman, lying in a pool of blood. He cried for his first time ending a person's life.
24/July/2007
The sounds of explosions were gone. The place was nothing but filled with collapsed building and dead civilians, militants and not to mention a few dead IS pilots.
In the same building, the boy was hugging his knees next to the corpse of the IS pilot. The corpse was covered with a white blanket he found inside the building. Although she was an enemy, he had to respect the body of the dead; at least that’s what he learned at school. Strange enough for him, the woman's IS vanished into thin air before he killed her.
He heard footsteps. He quickly raised his AK. Then, a woman appeared from the doorway. She had a long purple hair. She has a pair of metallic ears on her head which sparked the little boy's curiosity. Her clothing showed that she’s a civilian but the boy didn't trust the woman by her looks and will not get fooled. He aimed his AK at her head but his hands were shaking, still hesitant to kill another person. The woman's eyes fell to the IS pilot's corpse.
"You killed her?" said the woman; her Bosnian accent proved that she's a foreigner. The boy slowly nodded at her, not lowering his weapon. The woman approached him, who shook in fear. "Calm down, child. I don't kill."
Trusting her a bit, the boy slowly lowered his weapon; his eyes still sticking at her. The woman pulled the blanket from the corpse. She gave it a stare before covering it back. "You were lucky her IS deactivated that time. I guess luck was on your side," said the woman.
The boy was puzzled with the word 'IS'. He kept his distance away from her.
"Tell me, child. What is your name?" said the woman, looking at him. She gave him a warm smile. A warm and nice aura radiated from her, making the boy to trust her completely. The woman hugged the boy and rubbed her cheeks against his. The boy blushed deeply “Such a cutie. I guess you have a cute name too.”
"Su-Suljo Kiranovich," said the boy, effortlessly pushing the woman away. The more he pushed, the tighter her hug becomes.
"Is this your first time killing someone?" said the woman. She released the boy named Suljo and sat beside him.
Suljo nodded. "I don't know what happened here. Why are there women in those strange machines killing each other?"
"They came here for a bad reason. Why are you fighting those, 'women in strange machines'?" said the woman. Somehow, she managed to slip a small smirk.
Suljo gulped. "Revenge. She and maybe her friends killed all of my friends, my grandfather and destroyed the orphanage where I came from."
"Orphanage…Where are your parents?" said the woman.
"My grandfather said they died in the Bosnia War after my birth," said Suljo.
"You poor thing," said the woman “But I sensed you have other reasons for killing the woman beside you.”
“I hated them,” said Suljo, tears started to form around his eyes “Women. They are bullies. Before you can get something you want, they’ll get it first.”
“Ohohoh, I’m a woman,” the woman teased.
“You are…,” said Suljo, looking away from the woman, trying to think of something to say “I guess you are different, Miss.”
“Different?”
“Girls and women at my place constantly bully me. At school, the streets, anywhere. I haven’t any strength to fight back. The law forbid me to do so,” said Suljo. He broke down “And when the law is there, the do anything they wanted. They push me around, insult me and took the advantage to take my possessions. Not just me, but my male friends and even my strict grandfather. I once attacked a woman because she forced grandfather to be a labour for her construction plans. Then, I was thrown into the lock up for two weeks.”
The woman listened to his rant calmly. Inside her heart, there is a feeling of guilt. Unknown to the boy, the woman is the person who invented those exoskeletons called Infinite Stratos which puts females on top of the social ladder.
"Say, do you want to be strong?" said the woman.
"Strong?" said Suljo.
"So that you can prove to the women that you are worth living?" said the woman "You can stay with me and I will give you something to make you strong. This offer is once in a lifetime. I can’t offer things like this for the second time. Well, consider yourself lucky." Suljo considered her offer. If he rejects, he will not have a place to stay. He doesn't have any known relatives except for his dead grandfather.
"I want to be strong to protect the pride of men," said Suljo looking at the woman's eyes. He was enthusiastic.
“However, this will entirely change your life. You won’t know what will be lying ahead of you. Are you sure of it?” said the woman.
“I’m sure of it,” said Suljo “Excuse me, can I know who you are?”
"Good. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Tabane Shinonono from Japan. I’m the creator of Infinite Stratos, the machine thingy that you saw on women," said the woman.
- Chapter 1 END -
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