Hey guys, I'm rewriting the Lost File and I renamed it Forgotten and not because I forgot about the story, course not...hehehe...
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy the rewriting and all OCs have remained.
See you at the end of the chapter.

Yuzu

"I think I should have what you're looking for by tomorrow morning, Nishizumi-san. It may be hard but I'm sure I'll find something." said the cheerful class VP Yuzu to her Sensha-dou commander.

Miho smiled and noded her head in reassurance. "Thank you, Koyama-senpai. We're going to need more tanks for this semester. You sure you don't want any help?" Questioned Miho with a smile.
Yuzu shook her head and returned her commander's gesture of goodwill with a smile. "You saved our school for another year, this is the least I can do."
Miho found herself flustered by her teammates response but shook it off rather quickly.
"It was all thanks to you guys, not me. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that Miho waved good bye to her friend and departed from the filing room, leaving Yuzu to her work. She cracked her fingers and returned to the task at hand. One after another, the VP searched through any and all filing cabinets that may disclose any information on tanks still left hidden somewhere on the Ooarai school ship. File after file, paper after paper, lead after lead, hour after hour, she searched but all she found were depressing and disappointing dead ends. All the tanks sans the ones the team already had, have either simply been melted down for scrap or sold to other schools when Ooarai decided to shut down it's tankery program twenty years ago.

Man...are these really the only tanks left on this ship? The school can't afford to buy anymore.….This new season is going to be a challenge.

While Ooarai did have what seemed like divine luck on their side this season, that luck can only last for so long. It was clear that the team was undermanned and outnumbered when compared to all the schools they faced. They needed more tanks and tankers, but the budget simply didn't allow them to go out and buy more.

Yuzu pulled out her phone to catch a glimpse of the time.

23:17….great….

She let out a quiet yawn and rubbed her eyes. Three hours of work and she had nothing to show for it. Her eyelids began to feel like lifting weights and slowly fell as the sleepy girl found herself nodding off. She snapped out of her daze and shuck her head in an attempt to gain focus and any energy she had left.

"I gotta get up and stretch. I can't let myself fall asleep." She whispered to herself

Carelessly, she leaped to her feet only to remember at the very last moment that she had been lying against a tall filing cabinet and that the top drawer was pulled out. With a loud CLANK she smashed her head against the drawer, causing the whole four foot tall cabinet to sway and inevitably fall with a tremendous CRASH next to the bewildered VP.

"...owwwww…."

The hurt Yuzu rubbed her head, trying to numb the pain before looking at the mess before her. All the files from the fallen cabinet, Sensha-dou related or not, were spilled out all over the carpet floor. The sleepy girls gave out a groan of annoyance, and set about the task of cleaning up the mess she had created. Finally, after an additional grueling thirty minutes, the files were all reorganized and now the VP set her sights on lifting the cabinet and moving it back to position. With some grunts and wheezes she slowly started to lift the dead weight back up. With a final groan, she replaced the archaic filing cabinet.

Yuzu smiled at her work. "I guess Sensha-dou is making me stronger." She giggled to herself before her eyes caught sight of two grimy files against the wall where the cabinet needed to be. Yuzu looked at them with question upon her eyes before she slowly walked over to them. She picked up the folders and gave them a puff to rid them of their dust. She read the faded red stamp on the top file.

"Pa erka fwag I V As f - Oo r i"

The numerals in between had faded away as well as some of the letters in "Panzerkampfwagen" and "Ooarai". With curiosity peaking, Yuzu opened the file.

Inside were the damaged blueprints of a tank she has never seen before. It has the resemblance of the IV but yet something seemed off. The shape is not exactly the same and neither is the turret. It's definitely not a Panzer IV. The other paper in the file had been damaged beyond recognition with mouse bites, water damage, and a near complete coverage in grime. The only thing the brunette could make out on the sheet of paper was an old map that resembled the ship.

Written at the bottom of the manila folder was the phrase: "STILL on ship, moved to emergency reserve group." Yuzu closed the file and opened the next one with the faded red stamp: "C o Te m".

Inside was a piece of a paper that had turned yellow from age. It held within it the information of five female students who has attended the school some forty years ago. On the top of the paper was a faded image of the Ooarai emblem while at the top left was the stamp of the team's standard, but unfortunately it had slowly faded away into a black smudge. Smeared and torn photos that depicted the images of different girls were attached to the paper with a rusted paper clip. The girls looked as if they would be at least in their sixties by now. The school VP slowly pushed the paper back into the manila folder and gave a cheer of delight.

"Yes! I discovered a tank for the team….now we just need to find it."

Yuzu moved the file to a small box she brought in case she found some tank files. And with that, the 3rd year returned to her seemingly endless search in the hope of finding another vehicle for the team. Before she knew it, another hour had flown by and the clock on the wall had already struck midnight.

tsst….I guess this is the only tank left…. I wish our treasury had more yen. Just one for win, we need to go back to back and we might have a chance to save the school.

Yuzu yawned and lifted the small box. She reorganized the tiny room and left the school to head back to her dorm for a much deserved rest.

Anzu

Anzu bite down on her apricot and turned her attention back to the two delegates standing before her. One who looked to be in her forties remained behind the younger male as he stepped forward to Anzu's desk.

"We come with a proposition Kadotani-san, that can benefit both of us."

"Well, it surely must benefit the American Tankery Federation if you two took the time and money to make a trip out to Japan. What is it that I can do help?"

The man cleared his throat and presented their case.

"For the past decade, the male population has been showing increasing support and interest in Tankery or what you call Sensha-dou. In respect of the sport, it has always been a female only sport and the Federation in fact enforces it as a female only sport. If you remember your history, since the sport's founding, it has always been female only, but during the Sexual revolution of the 70s and 80s, males showed a growing desire to compete in the sport and when this was refused, a boycott of matches was initiated until a compromise was made. They have since been able to compete in the light tank races as a substitute, what we both call tankathlon. But now, the fires of rebellion have stirred a new generation. In an ironic taste, boys are now feeling the clamps of repression and they don't very much like it. However, by gones must be by gones and another compromise is needed. More protest and more boycotts are taking place as they feel they are being cut out from the bigger piece of the pie. Shoots of sexism and inequality have rung out from the boy's camp. Tradition and history has always been important for our country, your country and the sports we share, which includes Tankery. Decades ago, when your nation first introduced tankery to ours, we were under the impression that this was a female only sport and as such, should be respected as one. As a result, we are reluctant to let males enter the full field of Tankery, a sport that our two countires hold much respect and pride towards, only to see it abandon because it was but a passing phase, like before. However-"

The American man stopped himself when he saw Anzu lift her hand to silence him. He took head to her request and held his tongue.

"All I hear is you babbling on and on about history and what not. Cut to the chase please, what does any of this have to do with my school?"

"The boys want to compete and to see if they are truly worthy, while also allowing the largest, and most prestigious Tankery Federation in the world, make the first ok, we are proposing that five boys be sent to your school as a trial team to see if males are capable of keeping up with the current female champions. And if you can report to us that they were valuable assets to the team at the end of this semester, we shall allow males to partake in this sport."

Anzu gave her classic cocky smile and provided another question to the representative.

"How are you so sure these boys are committed and how do you know they represent the general population? Do they even know Japanese? Perhaps THEY might be committed, but what about the boys in general? How do you know this won't blow up in your face and mine?"

The male rep wasn't the one to respond to Anzu's question this time. The bespectacled female rep stepped forward and presented what she was holding in her hands. She produced but a simple briefcase. With a flick of the wrist, she laid the case upon Anzu's desk, and, she twirled it around to face the president, revealing its content.

Anzu managed to keep her composure but Yuzu and Momo's jaws dropped from the sudden surprise. Inside of the briefcase were stacks upon stacks of crisp Japanese yen.

The women resumed where the man left off.

"I understand your school has been facing financial difficulties. It was quite a feat to defeat a college team just to save the ship, but what about the matter of your debt. As I have heard from your principle and the Federation, that is a matter that still needs to be attended too. I understand the risk involved with taking a chance on five male tanks. The total amount you see before you is 900,000 in American dollars."

Anzu held her silence as Momo broke her own.
"H...h...how is this possible and h..h..how is this even legal!? No federation can just hand out money to another team even if they are in a different country!"

She shuttered out, clearly flabbergasted at what she just saw.

The women rep didn't even so much as blink when she gave her answer.

"This money is not ours. The five boys who will be joining you all, raised this money on their own. Each of them lived somewhere far off in the country and worked together despite being separated by hundreds of miles, to raise as much money as they could to prove to not only you, but to us as well, that they, and the males of the nation, wish to participate in this sport.

This generation of males have a spark in their eyes. They embody our old ideal of Manifest Destiny and see themselves as changers who feel as if they deserve anything they work hard to achieve. Well, they have worked hard and I don't believe this is some "toy" they will toss away after they get bored with it like some kind of dog. They are committed and I personally ask that you give them the chance to prove themselves. If they succeeded, your school will surely reap the rewards.

I clearly remember your principle saying that applications haven't been on the rise as of late. Well I do believe if these boys pay off, which I'm sure they will, applications will soar through the roof when Ooarai earns itself a place in history. Forever you shall be remembered as the school that not only won nationals on its first year after decades of closure, or the high school that defeated an elite college, but rather as the institution that eliminated gender barriers and was able to take untested males and work with them. Your school will be an example of the future. All I ask is that you let them drive their panzers."

The women pulled out a contract from the briefcase and placed it before Anzu without another word.

Momo leaned over and whispered into her president's ear.

"We're going to need the money. There may be a storm after this but it might just be worth it to weather it. Perhaps these boys aren't as incompetent as they seem if they can raise nearly a million dollars for their cause."

Anzu eyed the Americans once more with contempt.

We can finally make strides to get out of the red zone.

The president spoke in her manipulative voice.

"What can this money be used for? The boys' necessities won't amount anywhere close to 900,000 thousand dollars. What can we do with the excess?"

The man answered her question.

"Firstly the money will be used to pay for anything the boys may need to be successful both in Sensha-dou and school life which includes books, food, uniforms, both for school and the team, as well as purchasing the boys a vehicle to fight with and a place of residence. Then you can begin to pay off the school's debt with what remains."

The Pres turned to her cabinet of two and then back to the representatives.

"In our current situation, we have several tanks that are still undermaned. Are we allowed to split the boys up in order to fill the roles?"

Anzu's suggestion was quickly shot down.

"Absolutely not. While we have all the faith in you, our organization can't say the same. An old saying goes, 'Divide and Conquer'. Additionally, they will either float together or sink together. They must learn to work together as a team, without any female influence, beneficial or not."

"Well then, what if we already have a tank for the boys, but have yet to locate it?"

"Then you have until competition resumes to find it and the money originally used to buy the vehicle can be used for the school debt directly." Anzu turned her chair about to gaze out upon the open sea through her office window.

Seagulls flew overhead peacefully as the massive school ship neared the Japanese coastline. Anzu looked upon the looming shadow in front of her. She scowled as her eyes fell upon the man that not only lied to her but when behind her back to spill the financial secrets of the school to a stranger from another land.

"Well...Principle...can we?"

The same man that once told them their school was threaten to be shut down was once again at the forefront of this new issue. Anzu felt the chills travel down her spine when the sunlight glimmered off of his tinted glasses. To this day she still has yet to see the color of his eyes. The mysterious principle looked down upon at Anzu, and said,

"If they have good information, then...I'll shall approve it. I notified the Federation ahead of time. While it is odd to see males entering tankery, no rule exist that nullifies their entrance."

The President spun back around to face the two Americans and stretched out her right hand to the woman.

"Let's have some info on these new transfers. I can't just bring anyone onto this ship." she said curtly.

In another briefcase by the man's feet, the lady pulled out five folders. She handed them to the President and took a quick step back. Anzu shuffled through the five new problems she had to deal with.

The first boy was a third year by American standards and a second year by Japanese standards. He's tanned a light brown with emerald green eyes and black wavy hair combed forward to the top of his forehead.

The next one was a freshman by American standards, but still a junior high student for Japanese schools.

"Wait, wait, wait! We can't take this guy! He's only in middle school!" Anzu said to the woman while pointing to the culprit on the file.

She gave a simple shrug for her answer. "He has already taken summer courses to catch up and maintains a constant 4.0 gpa in America. To exclude him only because of his age seems rather low."

The President grumbled but then gave a smirk and a shrug of her own. This "freshman" had a mess of dirty blonde hair that looked as if an older brother had scuffed it up right before the photo was taken. With the crazy hair and toothy goofy grin, needless to say, his appearance didn't seem to match his academic ability. He had a pair of auburn eyes to go with his light complexion.

The one after the freshman was another second year with dark brown hair kept short and a pair of glasses over his forest brown eyes. His skin color was lighter than the first boy but darker than the freshman.

The next student turned revolutionary was a boy of Asian descent. Just like the last one, he too was a second year with glasses to cover the hazel eyes he had been given. The hair was a jet black color like the first boy but instead of being wavy, it remained straight when combed downward into different "branches".

The final transfer to round out this band of misfit tank dreamers was a fiery redhead with deep blue eyes. His grade level took him to third year status, making him the eldest, and largest of the five. Anzu replaced all the five papers into the file.

Five...just like Anko team...

Not a single boy had any sort of record in or outside of school and all of them keep GPAs of 3.5 or higher. The only drawback Anzu could see in accepting this strange offer was the firestorm the school could receive for opening a female sport that has remained feminine for the past 100 years, an afront to not only the sport but to a country of tradition. However, the possibilities, as the women said, could be endless if these boys proved their worth.

The school that changed history, huh? That has a nice ring to it...

With that the Pres turned to her VP and then to her PR manager. Momo gave a stern nod of approval while Yuzu beamed with joy. And finally Anzu faced to the Principle once more. After what had to have been five minutes of silence, he gave a cold nod of the head. With a quick flick of the pen, Anzu overthrew Ooarai's namesake rule: No boys.

"Thank you so much, Kadotani-san." said the woman as she collected the contract and placed the briefcase of 90 million yen before the president.

"When will these boys arrive to my school?"

The woman smiled and pointed toward the Ooarai Harbor as the ship neared closer to land.

"They should already be waiting."

The president gave a smirk.

"So this was all or nothing, was it?"

The woman nodded her head.

"We initially just wanted them to prove themselves in the hardest league on Earth. However, all the other major Japanese schools refused us and called us insane. You were our last chance. But on the bright side, if they can survive the hardest league in the world while dealing with the pressure of being on best team in the world, the image of their cause will only sore in approval. Thank you yet again, Kadotani-san."

Just as the two Americans were about to leave the Meeting Room, Momo stopped them with a final question.

"Wait! You never answered one of our questions. Do they know Japanese? We're not going to speak English for them, this our country, and our language!"

The woman looked back half way as the male disappeared outside of the room. She gave a nod.

"They are truly ready to follow their destiny. Don't take these five lightly."

Alright guys that numero uno rewritten. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Till next time guys!

GEaGlE signing off