Trying something new. I enjoyed the anime and my mind wandered with this. Don't ask why Mexico, but it just somehow made sense in my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own IS. But it'd be nice to have one.

The cloth had been taken off and revealed what was underneath. Gasps filled the entire room of the hall as the first ever IS system was ever introduced to the public in Mexico. A third-generation Ojo De Águila. It was a gold color with white streaks in the middle.

"And there you have it, Mexico's first ever revealed IS system has just been unveiled," a newscaster reported. "There have been reports that it will be shown to the public under extreme security in Mexico City. Tune in next time to see more about this developing story!"

"Ojo De Águila," I said to no one in particular. I'll admit that it looked amazing. With it being a shooting and defense IS, it would suit me pretty good. But only females are able to control IS systems so that rules that out.

I change the channel because there's always a corny novella on afterward. I start channel surfing until my brother tugged my sleeve.

"Hermano, can we see the IS system? I want to see it with my own eyes!" my little brother Marco asked me.

"I don't know, we have to ask Mamá and Papá first," I told him. I knew the answer was going to be no, unfortunately. But I had to ask my mom anyways. I went to the kitchen where she was cooking dinner.

"Mamá, can we go see the IS system? It'll be for Marco's 10th birthday," I pleaded.

"Antonio, you know we can't even afford a ticket to go there for one of us. What makes you think we can go with all of us?" my mom retorted.

"I have enough saved up to buy two tickets and ride the bus to the city and let us see it. Plus, it is on a Saturday so Marco won't miss any school." I love my brother to death and now I'm glad I've been saving up this entire time from my job at the local grocery store.

"You need at least one parent with you. Papá is working his butt off all the time and I still can't afford to take time off. And you're working too. You dropped out after graduating junior high."

"I can take him myself Mamá. I'm already 16 years old and I can watch over him. I still know how to defend myself."

She looked at the ground and placed her hand on her forehead. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"I have a bad feeling, but I'll consider it…" my mom finally replied after a minute.

"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.

"Don't make me reconsider already," she laughed.

"Señor, wake up please," the private flight attendant said for the third time in a row.

"Sorry, señora," I laughed apologetically. "Damn it, this is the third time I've dreamt about that same scene."

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

I forgot she was still even there when I said that.

"Uhh, yeah sorry. I've had the same dream for three days and I want it to change," I tried playing it off. I mean, I wasn't really lying, but she didn't buy it. Although, she just shrugged and informed the rest of the crew.

I honestly hated being escorted by the government because I basically have no freedom to move around or do what I want. It was just awkward too because you have a bunch of people with loaded guns around you ready to fire at anyone in their way.

"By the way, you never told me where we are going," I sighed getting into a minivan.

Once everyone got inside and we started moving, one of the government security guards finally answered me.

"We are in Japan right now," a soft male voice spoke up. I recognized him and his voice after he took his helmet off. He was the only agent that was actually decent to me during my "learning period."

"We are taking you to IS Academy to be trained on how to use an IS. After all, you are the Representative Contender of Mexico alongside being the third male to control an IS system."

The thought of my brother came back into my head but I shook it out and tried finding out more about what was going on.

"Wait, third?" It finally clicked in my head. "I don't remember there being a third. Maybe they announced one when I was asleep on the plane?"

I decided to forget about it. I remembered there being another male transferring to this school and decided to focus on the main person at the school.

"So, who is the first male to us an IS system?" I asked.

"His name is Ichika Orimura," the same guard responded. "He is the sister of IS World Champion Chibuyu Orimura. She should also be the teacher of the class you're transferring into."

"Class?" I asked. "But I dropped out of school after junior high."

"This is basically you now going back to school to finish up as a transfer student."

"Quick question. If I, per se, didn't want to go, what would happen?"

"All I'm gonna say is that you either go here and represent Mexico to hopefully get it back to a stable country or get used to catheters and IV drips."

"Ok, that's all I need to know."

I shuddered at the thought that if I didn't go here, I would basically be used as a test subject.

"So… what's your name?" I asked hoping to take my mind off another thing again.

"Roberto Sánchez, nice to meet you, Antonio."

"Nice to meet you too Roberto!"

We kept chatting further and what it's been like the past few weeks until the back doors opened and the other guard ordered me to get off.

"Nice talking to you Roberto. Hope to see you soon." I waved.

Roberto waved back and smiled. I'm pretty sure this is the last time we'll meet. But who knows? Although, the government is trying to prevent another civil war and it's not doing a good job at it. We both know he'll be sent off to fight against the rebels even though I'm sure he doesn't want to do it.

Eventually, I somehow found myself thinking of my brother again along with my family and tried to look around the school to distract myself.

This place was huge. It took up the majority of the island it was located on. A couple guards, who were extremely strict and not as easygoing as Roberto, took me to my classroom and left me at the door. They said good luck and left. I wasn't sure what to expect.

I opened the door only to see a sea of females and one or two males. One of the males I thought for sure was feminine but who knows. This day has already been weird enough. If I hadn't already been broken, I think I would've probably pissed myself.

"Oh goodness, you're finally here," a green-haired teacher said out loud. "Class, I'm going to introduce you to another transfer student.

"But he's the third one for this class in 4 days!" one of the female students hollered across the class.

"Great start," I mentally sighed.

I was expecting the teacher to actually introduce me but after a few awkward seconds, I realized what was going on and made my way to the front of the class. My Japanese was complete shit but thanks to the lessons I was forced to learn, I was able to introduce myself without making a complete fool of myself.

It's hard translating from Japanese to Spanish. At least translating from English to Japanese makes more sense than from Spanish to Japanese. I was bilingual, but I still had trouble.

"Uhh, hello. My name is Antonio Villagoméz and I'm the Representative Contender of Mexico. It's nice to meet you all," I introduced myself. The class kept staring at me like they wanted me to go further on.

"Uhh, I got nothing," I sighed. The class fell from their seats and I knew this was going to be a fan-fucking-tastic day. The only two who didn't were the males I suspected. A guy with black/dark blue hair and the other had long, blond hair in a ponytail.

"Alright class, I need these two rows to move back one. If you're the last in your row, come to the front," the other teacher in the class ordered. I'm not entirely sure what her move is by making the three guys sit in the front but I won't argue.

The blonde guy was sitting to the left of the dark haired guy. Then I was sitting to the right of the same dark-haired guy. I really need to learn their names. Luckily the guy to the left read my mind.

"Hi, V-kun. I can't really pronounce your last name, sorry about that," he spoke to me.

"Uhh, it's okay. What's your name?" I ask. Japanese is still hard.

"Orimura, Ichika. But please just call me Ichika."

"Okay. Then you can call me Tony. Please no honorifics, it's too hard since I'm still learning Japanese."

"That'll do. Just remember to –"

We both got hit in the head with a book by the black haired teacher.

"Talking already in class? You're lucky I don't throw you two out right now," she barked.

"I'm sorry uhh…" I tried apologizing soon remembering I don't know her name.

"Orimura-sensei" she finished my sentence. I'm just glad she didn't bonk my head again with the book she had.

"Thank you," I sighed. I turn to Ichika who watched my ordeal. I tried giving facial cues to tell him to apologize, but he didn't get the message.

"Ahem, Orimura-kun!" the teacher cleared her voice to get Ichika's attention.

"Ahh, sorry Chifuyu-nē," he apologized. Although, he got himself another bonk in the head. I didn't know why though.

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Orimura-sensei at school!" she yelled at him.

Now I'm glad she let me off the hook and I didn't do anything else to piss her off.

"Sorry Chifuyu-nē," he apologized again before getting a third bonk on the head. She walked to the front to start teaching again while leaving Ichika with smoke coming out of his head where she hit him.

Here's Chapter 1. I still have my writing skills to work on (big time). Hopefully, you enjoyed it.