A/N: Alright, the start of yet another story, and I hope this one goes over as well as What Have You Done Now seems to have…We'll see. I hope everyone enjoys Valkyrie! Oh, the island mentioned Minami Torishima (Marcus Island in English) is a real island, but is used as a Coast Guard station by the U.S. It is very small, but…it could house a secret institution, no?

Disclaimer: I don't own Haruka and Michiru, however the plot and the rest of the characters do belong to the space inside my mind…It's a scary place in there…

Twelve girls sat at twelve rickety desks, in a tiny room that was painted off-white, the floor being black and white checkered board pattern, all of the having a notebook and a pen ready. Some of them tapped their pen against the desk in boredom; others tapped their pen against their lips, which were pulled into a thin white line in frustration. The teacher was almost a half an hour late.

One girl, who sat at the very front of the room sat perfectly still. She had curly aqua hair that was pulled back into a sophisticated looking pony-tail, tied with a red ribbon. Her hands were folded ever so neatly on the teal notebook she had brought, along with the folder that read "V Academy" in glossy red text, the folder itself being black. She wiggled her nose in annoyance, her leg shaking slightly with anticipation. She was wearing a medium length black skirt, with flip flops, and a casual red blouse, looking nice, yet professional.

The other girls wore t-shirts and jeans, and one even wore a baseball cap backwards over her short auburn hair. The girls fidgeted, all of them nervous and excited at the same time, being quivering contradictions as they turned their eyes to the clock once again, the bright fluorescent lights beating down on them.

None of them spoke, though they wanted to. They wanted to question each other as to what they knew about this school. The packets they had received said it was a prestigious prep school, and was very selective. Their parents had immediately sent in the necessary paper work, not caring that it seemed odd that their daughter's were being handed a full scholarship to a school unheard of. They had been given a plane ticket with their acceptance letter. The plane, they were told by letter, would take them to a small island east of known as Minami Torishima. This island was the eastern most island owned by the Japanese government, and was the hottest place in Japan. The girls were suddenly very grateful that the building they were in had air conditioning.

They waited. An hour passed, and still no sign of their teacher. The girl wearing the baseball cap sighed loudly, the other eleven turning to look at her. She shrugged, and popped a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, chewing loudly. She wore a Dir en Grey shirt that was black over a pair of tight blue jeans. They all looked at the clock, its ticking being the only sound in the room. They sighed almost in unison, and the pencil tapping began again

One girl, who had black hair that sat in the corner by the clock cleared her throat as if she was going to say something, but she didn't, instead, she sighed heavily. Once more, they all looked to the clock. The minutes ticked by. Finally, the door busted open and a woman wearing a short black mini skirt, a white button up and combat boots came walking in, her long blonde hair tied back in a messy ponytail with a long gold ribbon. And she was toting a M16 rifle.

The girls had all jumped when she had busted into the room, turning to look at her. Their eyes widened, and their mouths dropped as they noticed the gun slung absentmindedly over her shoulder. She smirked at them, stepping lightly through the rows of desks and stopping in front of an older looking teacher's desk. She slid the rifle from her shoulder, unloaded in with amazing speed and set it down, dropping the bullets beside it. She spun around, facing the class.

She was easily 5'8'' and very slender, but more of a muscular build to her. Her long, sleek legs were long, the mini skirt barely leaving anything to imagination. Her white button up clung to her toned torso; the top three buttons undone, giving a peek of a black wife beater beneath it. Her breasts were smaller, yet enough to pronounce her a woman. Her hair was long, her pony tail almost touching her butt, the ends of the golden ribbon it was restrained by hanging almost as far. Her skin was tan, and her eyes were a light grey.

Once again, the girls stared, mouths agape at the woman before them. She was beautiful, yet looked absolutely lethal. They looked at each other, suddenly worried for their safety. The girl at the front of the room, the one with aqua hair, stared at the woman and licked her lips. The woman took a dagger from both of her boots and several throwing stars from a pouch inside of her white button up, laying her weapons on the table.

"Hello, and welcome to V Academy!" the blonde said cheerfully. The twelve girls looked at her fearfully, the terror apparent in their eyes and the way they leaned in their seats, as if they were prepared to run. The blonde smiled. "I'm sorry I was so late, but I got held up in traffic in Tokyo, and then I missed my plane, so I had to hijack another plane to get here, and…it was just a big mess!" Her explanation was met by terrified stares and open mouths.

"You…hijacked a plane…" the girl in the Dir en Grey shirt whispered, after several minutes of strained silence. The blonde laughed.

"Yep."

"Isn't that…illegal?" she questioned in a whisper once more, her eyes glancing towards the exit.

"Yep." The blonde grinned. The girl stood up.

"What kind of place is this? I'm outta here," she started walking towards the exit, the blonde chucking a throwing star. The weapon wizzed past Dir en Grey girl, slamming into the door, which caused the girl to yelp in panic.

"If you sit down, I'll explain, okay?" the blonde smirked, her cockiness apparent in her stance and the glint in her eyes. The girl sat back down, muttering something about the place being crazy. "Now, as I told you, and you obviously already knew, you are at the V Academy." The girl with aqua hair raised her hand. "Yes?"

"What exactly is the V Academy?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper as the other girls had been, her blue eyes darting over the rifle at the woman's back. The blonde smiled at her.

"The V Academy is the training facility for the Valkyrie," her smile widened as she hopped up to sit on the desk.

"And the Valkyrie are…?" the same girl questioned, looking very interested now. The blonde tilted her head.

"You really have no idea, do you? You've never heard of us?" she questioned, looking confused. The girls all shook their heads.

"No, ma'am…" a girl wearing a t-shirt saying "Juuban High School" said. The blonde let out a sigh.

"The Valkyrie are an elite group of women who are taught and are masters of killing," she said with a smile, it widening as their mouths dropped once more.

"WHAT!?" the girl with aqua hair practically yelled. She moved to stand, and then thought better of it.

"You were all chosen for either your intelligence or your athletic prowess. Something about you triggered our radar, and the other sisters and myself hand picked you from the masses to come and continue our legacy," she grinned once again, their mouths still hanging open. She jumped off the desks. "You all know your names, correct?"

"Yeah…" the girl with aqua hair stated with a hint of hesitation in her voice. She opened her mouth, about ready to tell the blonde her name was Michiru. The blonde held up a hand.

"Forget them. Forget whoever you were before coming here. You are Valkyrie's now, that is what you must learn," she numbered them off, Michiru being number 6, Dir en Grey girl (who's name was Umeko) being number 9. The rest of the girls got their numbers, blinking at them. "For the duration of training, you are a number. You are merely a digit. You have to earn a name here, understood? And even then, we assign you the name. You name from your previous life means nothing now, so forget it. If you do not make it through training, your mind will be erased of what you have seen here, so you can not give out our secrets, and you will return to a normal life, understood?" The girls stared at her blankly. "If anyone doesn't want this honor, please stand. We will go to the lab, erase your memory, and return you to Tokyo," she looked around as not a single girl stood up. She smiled. "Good." Number 6 raised her hand. "Hai, 6?"

"What IS your name?"

"My name…is Kaze."