Disclaimer: Don’t own Candidate for Goddess (Megami Kouhosei). Any original characters are mine.

A/N: I’ve only watched two episodes of this anime, so please forgive me if I make a mistake in the story line, or if the characters are somewhat irregular. Any words in italics are thoughts. Oh, and reviews are appreciated. (This story stinks though, so I doubt I'll get any readers.)

Chapter One: New Introductions

Two figures stood shadowed in a dark room. In total silence, they watched a huge monitor as it displayed the layout and the structure of five Ingrids, machines that resembled women. They remained quiet as the screen changed, now showing the profiles of the five people who piloted the Ingrids: Teela Zain Elmes, Gareas Elidd, Erts Virny Cocteau, Rioroute Vilgyna, and Yu Hikura. But when the screen changed to profiles of every person at the Goddess Operator Academy, the taller one spoke, his thick African accent echoing throughout the room.

"There is no point in this Reiko. The last attack proved our theory. We should march right up to those stuck up goddess bastards and demand that we get the right to fight!"

His partner glared at him, and he fell silent. "Amadou," she said in a clear British accent, "Do you honestly think they would listen to us? We’ve tried to send our forces out for decades. And for decades, they would deny our request. Our only choice is to stay here and hope that they come to their senses."

"And then what?" he spat angrily. "Let the poor girl he’s marked get-"

"Let’s not go that far," Reiko said, her eyes glued to the screen, which was rotating the profiles of the GOA candidates. "We should be able to stop him before any of that happens."

"Reiko, you know how Chaos works. VICTIMS, STRIKERS, SHUVAS, and finally a ra-"

"I said let’s not go that far. We still have time…oh my god…" Reiko stopped the rotation of the profiles, and she stared at the monitor in utter disbelief.

"What?" Amadou stared at the screen, puzzled. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing…" Reiko sounded a bit shaken, but she snapped out of it. "Tell the others that there’s a new mission. Get the Gundams ready. And while you’re at it, get me a book on how to repair a mobile suit."

* * *

"All right, the session is over for today. Repairers forty-one and eighty-seven, go fix up the mess your pilots made."

Instructor Azuma sighed as Drake Wells, pilot candidate number forty-one, was taken away on a stretcher to the infirmary.

"Instructor, sir?"

The soft voice behind him broke his chain of thoughts. Only one person came to mind now: Ikhny Allecto, repairer candidate number eighty-seven.

"What do you want, eighty-seven?" Azuma kept his back to her. "You’re supposed to be repairing your partner’s Pro-Ing."

"I-I know sir. I-I just wanted to ask-"

"You can ask me after you finish making your repairs. When you’re done, then come see me."

"Y-yes sir."

Azuma shook his head sadly as he listened to Ikhny’s fading footsteps. She was so different from Hiead. He could sum her whole personality with three qualities.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it.

* * *

Ikhny’s hands shook slightly as she fixed the damages in the cockpit. Ever since she had sabotaged Zero Enna’s Pro-Ing, her repairing abilities had faltered. She started to make small mistakes, like forgetting to check the ammunition, or filling the oxygen tanks with helium. Her mouth twisted into a bitter smile at the recollection of Hiead coming out of his Pro-Ing and all of a sudden speaking in a voice that was higher than a mouse’s squeak.

However, Hiead did not find these mistakes funny at all, and just three days ago, he had given her a long, insulting lecture on how she was supposed to help him become a pilot. She was not supposed to be making stupid mistakes, (he had made that very clear) and he would be making sure of it. He had left her alone after that, but his speech scared her up to the point of her almost asking for a new partner.

Tap.

Ikhny looked up, for she thought she heard someone, but no one was there.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ikhny kept her head down, but grabbed a heavy wrench just in case.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Then silence. The person was right behind her. He touched her shoulder (Ikhny could tell it was a he, because his hand felt muscular) and Ikhny panicked.

Ikhny swung the wrench at him, and it hit the boy’s stomach. He gasped in pain, and he keeled over, groaning. Ikhny was about to run, but the boy shot one hand out and caught her right ankle, causing her to lose her balance and fall. Ikhny tried to get up immediately, but the boy kept a tight hold on her ankle, and she was trapped.

"Listen," he gasped, obviously still winded by Ikhny’s blow, "I’m… not… going… to hurt… you…"

That’s what they all say, she thought before she realized he was wearing a staff uniform. Oh goddess, he’s on the staff! I am definatly going to get kicked out for this…

It took the boy another ten minutes to get his breath back. He released her ankle, and ran his fingers through his spiky black hair. "You’ve got quite a arm there," he said, rubbing his sore stomach.

Ikhny flushed slightly in shame. "I’m sorry sir…I thought-"

"-That I was some kind of attacker, right?" The boy grinned, and Ikhny saw his gray eyes sparkle. "Nah. I just like scaring some of the pretty candidates. That’s how I usually introduce myself. It’s fun, but no one ever hit me before. What’s the matter?"

"It’s nothing, really…"

"Partner troubles, right? Yeah, I heard about you. Repairer candidate eighty-seven, Ikhny Allecto. Partner to Hiead Gner, the jerk of GOA."

"He’s not a jerk!" Ikhny yelled, and she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth. Why was she defending him? It’s not like he would do the same for her.

The boy was thinking the exact same thing. "Why are you so… defensive about that? He clearly doesn’t care about anyone, especially you."

"It’s just…well…I don’t know…"

"I’m kinda surprised you haven’t bitch-slapped him yet."

"Look, it’s none of your business."

The boy shrugged. "Alright. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Tak Mazurka. I’m the chief inspector for the repairer candidates."

"Oh my goddess…"

"Don’t worry, I’ll forget about the whole incident. How about we shake on it and just become friends. Or acquaintances. Hmm?" Tak offered his hand.

Ikhny was hesitant, but she took his hand and shook it. As she did, she felt a strange sensation flow from her hand to her entire body. It continued even after Tak let go and left. It was kinda odd, but for some reason. Ikhny felt a lot more confidant for the rest of the day.

End of chapter one. What did you think? I only saw two fanfic about Candidate for Goddess, and I really like the show, so I had to write something. (Even if it stinks.) So tell me what you think.