The Other Brit- An Infinite Stratos OC Fanfiction

The German

Edward stood at the entrance to what was apparently to be his home for the next few years, a distinct feeling of apprehension roiling within his stomach. It was like butterflies, except the butterflies had all melted and turned to acid.

The room was nice enough- in fact it was very pleasant. The large window against the far wall let faced out towards the sun, so plenty light streamed in through the glass panes, falling on two pristinely made beds pushed up against the left. To the right was a long table, set into the wall, and beside him the blonde found a small but well equipped shower room.

It was not the state of the room, however, that had brought about the butterflies (who by now had formed an organised militia and begun to try and make their way to the unexplored regions of his throat).

That achievement was firmly held by his roommate.

Edward had expected a girl. To be honest, it would have been quite ridiculous to not expect a girl, in a school were they outnumbered the opposite gender by around three hundred to one. He had accepted that; they could work out any difficulties, surely, and it wasn't as though he had never come into contact with a female before.

This, though, was nothing short of terrifying.

She stood there like some sort of guardian, just inside the door, arms folded across her chest. A shock of straight silver-white hair fell down her back, her red and white uniform fashioned in some strange way Edward would have never even thought existed. She must have been at least a head and a half shorter than he was, and slim of build- but that made no odds. What scared the pilot so much were her eyes. No, rather, her eye; a single stern cerise orb, which seemed to him to hold the fury of gods within its depths. Her left eye was hidden from him, behind an eyepatch that then wrapped about her head.

The British pilot had felt it the instant he stepped over the threshold, even before he saw her; an intense aggression, perhaps even hostility, all wired like a bomb that could go off without a second of warning. As soon as they locked eyes, Edward found himself paralyzed, a gorgon-like effect taking place somewhere within his body and rooting him to the spot in which he stood now. That had been fifteen minutes ago, and still the girl had not spoken a word, not made the slightest indication that she might move from her position. Even worse, the blonde found within that crimson eye the promise that if he attempted to further delve into the room, the chance that he could have several limbs irreversibly fixed in spaces they were never meant to occupy was very high.

Then she... twitched. It was like someone had ignited a flame deep within her person, as though her statuesque form had been animated by some previously dormant spark that immediately raced through her body, bringing to life a stone sentinel that had been in deep slumber.

In all honesty, it was the most terrifying thing the boy had ever seen.

Well, until the enormous black and red railgun materialised upon her shoulder.

"I will allow no man into my room... except my wife."

The words were so ridiculous that they might have been comical- had it not been for the dangerous glint in that sanguine eye. That, and the huge cannon who currently had its barrel directed straight at the blonde's head. Something about the girl's strong, malignant voice seemed to resound throughout the room, though she hadn't spoken loudly. It also seemed to smash the spell that had been fixing her captive in place.

Edward ran.

Abandoning all hope of gaining safe access to the room to which he had been assigned- along with what little luggage he had brought- the boy sprinted headlong out of the still open door and turned sharply up the corridor beyond. However, the silver-haired demon he had just left behind apparently felt that her personal space had been severely violated. There came a sound like the roar of some enormous beast, intensifying and increasing in force until Edward thought his eardrums would rupture if it continued a moment longer. As it happened, the noise ceased an instant later. For a second, there was absolute silence, utter stillness aside from the pounding of desperate feet. Then a sound like a bomb going off exploded from behind the fleeing boy, and part of a nearby wall simply disintegrated under the immense power of the railgun. The force of it threw the Briton completely off his feet, knocking him to the ground someway down the corridor, and screaming erupted from the new doorway, accompanied by a stream of volatile curses from the direction of his pursuer.

Wasting not an inch of the distance he had been thrown by the enormous shockwave, Edward rolled clumsily as he went down, and staggered back to his feet immediately, still running. He had no intention of waiting meekly to have his body dismembered by railgun fire; if he was to die today, he would make sure he was the biggest pain in the backside he possibly could be until the second he was gunned down.

Careering around a corner, the boy found his way blocked by a female wall, no doubt hoping to get a look at his imminent demise. God, gossip travelled fast in this school. What was wrong with these women? Gritting his teeth, Edward adopted the expression that he only got when he knew it was life or death. Putting down his head, he charged at the human barricade, legs moving faster and faster until it seemed that he would not have been able to stop even if he wanted to. Despite it all, the girls stood there and watched him dumbly, apparently oblivious to the danger they were in.

At the last second, just as it appeared that his intention was to smash his way through the crowd, the boy raised his head. With an athleticism born of the simple desire to survive, he leapt. His body sailed gracelessly through the air, his hands coming down and extending out below hook like the faulty landing gear on an aircraft. They came into contact with a head and, using it as a stepping stone, pushed up to send their owner harmlessly over the top of the Great Wall of Japan and further along the corridor, where he alighted lithely upon his feet.

With a crow of triumph, Edward congratulated himself. His efforts had left him with a group of rather befuddled and rather disgruntled classmates, but that didn'tmatter. He had escaped, he had survived. There was no way the demon could imitate something like-

The wall behind him erupted in a sideways fountain of debris, pieces of stone and wood skittering across the ground. A singular wood chip slid along the floor, finally coming to rest by Edward's foot. He stared at it a while, uncomprehending. Then his gaze rose, slow and expectant, to the direction from whence it had come.

That there, there shouldn't be a gap there, it should be solid wall, white and untarnished. Instead, it was yet another new doorway, opening up to a dizzying drop. And there, that part should be open space, that was a corridor for heaven's sake. But there, was...

A goliath.

Yeah, this chapter's getting pretty long so I'll go the next bit in a second half. Just decided that.
So hey! Bet you weren't expecting this story to be updated instead where you.
Geehee.
By the way, this picture is just off the wikia.