Author's Note:

Hello, I hope you enjoy my very first work of self-initiated creative writing! Never really appreciated how much work authors on this site have to put in until I did it myself so this was truly an eye opener for me! I can say that I was inspired by several works within this fandom, among them vendetta543's work IS: Reversal, the works of fujin of shadows (RIP) and fangking2 (also RIP), and also imherepresent's IS: Truth be Told. You will see the influence of the latter three authors if I end up continuing this.

Reviews welcome, constructive criticism even more so. Still not used to writing fiction at all, so please let me know what I can improve on (formatting, phrasing, whatever).

It was a beautiful spring day. Or at least that is what the young man thought as he gazed out the window of the monorail speeding along the gleaming track that would take him to his destination. Soon enough, the spark white train arrived at the IS Academy station, and he stepped onto the platform holding his plain black leather briefcase securely. He took a moment to admire his surroundings. Though he was quite familiar with the Academy, he could still appreciate its gleaming spire and state-of-the-art facilities.

As he walked through campus, the man absently greeted staff and students alike, inciting a storm of blushes and giggles as he passed. But in the middle of a corridor, he suddenly came to a halt and turned around. I have a quick meeting before the lecture. He remembered. But Maya can handle the students if I am held up. Hopefully this year's class is less troublesome so for once I can have a peaceful year.

Clearing his idle thoughts, he began moving once more, but as he headed in the opposite direction towards the conference room, he wondered why he was suddenly feeling a chill of foreboding.

Meanwhile…

"Wah~ She's so pretty"

"Like a princess. No, an angel"

"Her skin looks so soft"

"I thought it would be terrible going to a school without boys, but now I don't think it's so bad.."

Were the type of lovestruck (?) exclamations heard among many of the first year girls discussing one of their classmates, a beautifully slender young lady sitting near the front of the room. Dark locks framed her flawless face set with a pair of deep red eyes, and the rest of her lustrous raven hair was tied in a loose ponytail that reached the small of her back. Though the white IS Academy blazer and skirt did little to accentuate her figure, it was apparent that although she could not be called busty, she was nowhere near flat, and still had quite a promising future.

I can hear you, you know…. The object of their attention looked a little uncomfortable with the increasingly ardent compliments, and her expression became more and more unsettled as the nature of the comments veered towards worrying territories.

"Lucky that there are communal baths here"

"Plenty of chances...

"I wonder if she's open to experimentation…"

It was too much for the girl, who shot an alarmed and pleading look at another dark haired beauty sitting a few seats away, who she recognized when she initially took her seat.

'I'm not that kind of girl!' her eyes seemed to scream. 'Houki, rescue me!'

But the would-be savior turned away. A wave of despair swallowed up her being.

After six years of not seeing her, she abandons me in my time of need? How heartless.

When she had all but given up hope, fate decided to intervene. The fawning was interrupted by the arrival of a petite woman in a yellow dress.

"M-my name is Yamada Maya. Everyone's he-here, right? Then let's start the student homeroom meeting"

The green-haired assistant teacher stood in front of the holographic screen and somewhat nervously began directing the class.

Yamada Maya was young-looking, so much so that if not paying attention one could easily mistake her for a student. In fact, judging from the mood of the classroom it was already obvious that her students were looking at her and thinking 'she looks like a kid forced into adult clothes'.

"Now, let's move on to self-introductions. Mm, we'll go by seating arrangements."

The introductions proceeded smoothly for some time, with each student giving their name and a few of their interests or goals for their IS education.

"W-well that is it for the 'あ' (a), and now we're at 'お' (o). So, next is…. Orimura Madoka?!" The assistant teacher appeared surprised after reading the name.

Taking a deep breath, the girl who had previously been the center of attention stood up and found herself once again subject to a classroom full of unrelenting and hungry (?) stares.

With as much poise as she could muster, which was considerable, she stated "My name is Orimura Madoka. I'll be in your care…"

She bowed. The schoolgirls looked at Madoka expecting a continuation, but underneath the pressure of intense scrutiny, made doubly so by the clearly indecent thoughts swimming through their minds as they beheld her enchanting appearance, her nerve began to fail.

After a moment of paralysis, Madoka came to a decision. "And that is all", she concluded.

""THAT'S ALL?!""

Seeing several of her classmates collapse in disappointment, Madoka felt a drop of sweat slide down her temple. There's no way I could feel comfortable talking about myself in that kind of situation.

"Th-that was… I-I mean to say–"

Yamada began stuttering and looked about to cry as she vainly tried to express her disapproval of the too-brief introduction, but Madoka, much how a lioness corners a wounded gazelle, sensed her floundering and pounced. If I can sit down before she finishes a sentence I am safe – her will is not strong enough to disrupt the flow of the classroom and make me repeat my introduction. Victory… is mine!

But just as Madoka was about to seize her opportunity…

—PAM!—

… something exceedingly painful struck her head.

"Just what kind of introduction was that?"

Madoka recognized the hit - suitable force, perfect angle, acceptable speed… only one person could have performed it. Eyes widened, she spun around to face her attacker while clutching the crown of her head.

"Eh, Guan Yu?"

—PAM!—

"Who's a hero in the Romance of Three Kingdoms, idiot?" came an even voice with a hint of irritation.

Midnight hair of medium length for a male, neater than it had been during his school days. Tall and slim, a body line that did not look overly muscular even after intense physical conditioning. Clear lilac eyes that reminded one of the unforgiving tundra. Sharp but extremely handsome features. All in all, an almost unfairly perfect specimen of a man wrapped in a fitted grey suit, currently with a small scowl marring his face and a lightly smoking attendance book held in one hand.

"Ah, Orimura-sensei, is the meeting over?"

"Yamada-sensei." He greeted in a calmer tone. "Yes, it is. Apologies for my lateness. It's been tough on you, forcing you to make them introduce themselves."

"No, it's nothing. As the assistant homeroom teacher, if I can't even do that..."

Yamada answered in an upbeat voice and attentive look, as if she hadn't nearly burst into tears.

"In any case, I will take it from here". He turned to the class.

"Everyone, my name is Orimura Ichika 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?"

Though certainly one would expect a declaration of this variety to inspire great fear in the class of first year students, or perhaps dismay that such a strict taskmaster is responsible for their education, the reality was exactly the opposite.

"KYAAA—! It's Ichika-sama, it's the real Ichika-sama himself!"

"I've always been your fan!"

"I came to this school from North Kyuushuu because I admired you, onii-sama!"

"I came all the way from southern Hokkaido!"

"I'm so happy to be taught by Ichika-sama!"

"I'll gladly die for Ichika-sama!"

Wearing a disheartened expression, Ichika regarded his fanatical devotees.

"...it's really quite a sight to see so many idiots gather here every year. What a surprise? Or is there a special reason? Are these fools only here to attend my class?" he mumbled dejectedly.

"KYAAAHH! ONII-SAMA! SCOLD US MORE! CONTINUE TO SCOLD US MORE!"

"BUT BE GENTLE TO US FROM TIME TO TIME!"

"AND BE EXTREMELY DIGNIFIED AFTERWARDS~!"

It took Ichika several moments to quiet down his (too) enthusiastic students, but he soon managed it by slamming his hand on the table and emitting an aura of what no doubt could be death itself, ghostly black flames flickering around him as his presence seemed to expand and fill the room. The unassuming attendance book in his hand began to glow with an ominous miasma, as if it hungered for the souls of the damned.

"….." Nobody dared speak anymore.

"Now that I have your attention, we will finish up the introductions" The oppressive atmosphere vanished. "But first, Orimura!"

The class' attention once more snapped to the alluring girl who had remained standing up to now.

"H-hai, Nii-cha..."

—PAM!—

"It is Orimura-sensei while we are at school"

Shocked murmurs followed this exchange

"Sensei's younger sister?!"

"No wonder she's gorgeous"

"Being related to him, it'd be impossible not to be"

"Huh, after being seeing her brother, don't you think she's acting a bit differently?"

In contrast to her composed handling of the previous confrontation with Maya, this Madoka was meek as a kitten, unable to look her instructor in the eye and instead directing a flushed gaze down to the floor. Ichika silenced the classroom with another glare and continued.

"Your previous introduction was far from adequate. Please repeat it once again, and this time make your likes, dislikes, and goals at this academy known."

"Bu-but I can't with all these people…" she fidgeted in place.

—PAM!—

"Do it. This is an order as your sensei. And be truthful".

"..."

"Now." he ordered with finality.

She steeled herself, gathering all of her willpower and closing her crimson orbs. When she opened them, they held an unyielding resolution, the same determination that drove warriors to die for their nations. She began slowly.

"My name is Orimura Madoka, and like all of you this is my first year at IS Academy. Previously I attended middle school nearby. I am not great at making friends, but I hope we can all get along. As for my likes, I like nii-chan's soft hair that is so relaxing to run my hands through, his steady voice that calms me when I am upset, his cool expression when he deals with other people, and even more his cute helpless expression when he begs me to help him with basic household things. I also like his…."

Madoka's speech quickened as she continued, her fair face rapidly exploding into a full-blown blush as her embarrassment reached epic levels. The life in Ichika's eyes flickered and was extinguished as the weight of his folly became apparent. 'Be truthful', was it? I gravely miscalculated. Caught off-guard, he was rooted in place and unable to stem the flow of outrageous proclamations that was erupting like geyser.

"… dislike how he is sometimes mean to me, like when nii-chan will always refuse me a real kiss on White Day no matter how much love I put into his valentine chocolate – I can't always be satisfied with just a peck on the cheek or forehead so I have to steal them when he is sleeping! Or when he is too strict and —PAM—'s me on the head. I lose 5000 brain cells each time that happens! Ah, and I also really dislike women who try to get close to nii-chan, especially blondes or green-haired hussies. But nothing is worse than…"

Halfway through she had begun inching towards her brother, who was still too stupefied to react. By the time Ichika noticed, her arms had already encircled his torso, and she clung to him like a rock in a storm, as if relying on his support to make it through to the end. She finished with her eyes shut in an adorable expression that in a less absurd situation would make anyone fall in love with her instantly.

"My goal at this academy is to learn all I can about the IS and become strong enough to be acknowledged by nii-chan! Strong enough to defeat any challengers for nii-chan's heart! Furthermore, after achieving this I will become nii-chan's bride and have him make me a woman! We will have at least two children and live happily ever after!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

A monumental silence was the response of the class. Madoka's once-lively peers were totally still, petrified and left vacantly staring straight ahead as their brains attempted rebooting after trying and failing to absorb what she had passionately declared in so many words.

"…"

"…"

"…"

Wait for it…

"""EHHHHH?!"""

Ichika recovered first and palmed his face, utterly mortified and still within the grasp of the destroyer of his credibility as a professional. But if one were to look closely they would notice a hint of redness peeking through in between his fingers. He glanced down at Madoka, and noted with wry detachment that having spent all of her willpower she had fainted in humiliation, her unconscious body propped up against his own.

I was a fool to hope this year would be peaceful.

Author's Note:

Well that's it! Hope you guys had fun reading it. Tried to make it lighthearted so I hope that got through to you.

Anyways, as you can see for this story I got the idea of flipping the some roles... if I ever get to update this you'll see someone else make an appearance...

I am not a very efficient writer so this took a good eight hours of work to put out, even though I cheated a little and ripped some dialogue straight from the source material. Sadly, it is also for this reason that you should not expect an update to this soon, or perhaps ever - I am actually very busy most of the time and I never actually intended to write this at all. But who knows? I might be bitten by the writing bug again sometime soon...

Even so, please treat this chapter as a one-shot. I hate to do this to you guys, but I surprised even myself when I actually wrote this.