Gokusen I

Insignia of Cherry Blossom

Rated: M – for bloody scenes (fighting scenes, death etc), language (cursing), sex (sexual harassment, sex etc)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Crime/Romance/Drama/Family/Friendship/School life

Status: In-progress

Characters: A – Sawada Shin, B – Hyuga Kosuke

Time-line: Drama (plus some happenings from manga) – Season I

Description:

Hyuga Aya was expelled from her previous school, much for her surprise she's ends up in an all-boys' school – Shirokin Gakuen. Of course, she should've known that the boys would be curious to know the real reason as of why and how she's ended up in an all-boys' school. Shin X OC

Chapter 1:

Shirokin Gakuen, part I

I was slowly being devoured by madness, that much I knew, and yet, did nothing to stop it.

If anything, I merely let it to swallow me up, dragging me deeper and deeper into the bottom of insanity. It needed to be stopped; someone had to stop it, even though I wasn't sure if it could be possible.

Day after day, I went home with my knuckles bleeding and broken, clothes tainted with my opponents' blood as was my face and hands. My once best-friend said that I often looked like a demon, eying them with such a blood-lusting look that she doesn't know how to be able to look at me without shaking in fear.

I had become out of control.

I had become a lioness without a master.

All because I had lost my twin.


They were mad.

No.

Correction – they were furious at me, and with a right, I think.

After all, I had cops coming after me…staking out at the place where my friends and fellow school-mates were having a fight with an opposing school. The madness was what lured me there, into this painfully obvious trap. It hadn't been friendship that made me to go there, but the knowledge of getting a good fight and madness. By that point, I had almost completely been devoured by the madness.

"Then, it's been decided," I stared at the Chief of Police, wearing my usual blank look, who was looking at my parents' and then everyone else in this room. "Instead of going to the juvenile center, Hyuga Aya will be serving her punishment in an all-boys' school, Shirokin Gakuen, until her graduation in four months."

At his words, I noticed a man with slightly creepy glasses shuddering (as well as mumbling something inaudible under his breath, giving me a look of distaste), before pretending to be as nonchalant and calm as possible. Next to him sat a kind-looking older man, probably principal of this said school, pretending to be listening while in truth he was most likely asleep (as it looked to me, at the very least). Next to him sat a more stern-looking man, close to the former's age, showing almost unnoticed signs of unwilling acceptance of the turn of this situation (he gave me a feeling of being the most important man out of the three, why else would he have been called here?).

"However, there's a catch," the Chief of Police continued, finally catching my full attention, which didn't go unnoticed by him or my parents' (who were awfully calm). "Should you, Hyuga-san, get in trouble or end up in police station, again, you'll be serving your punishment in the juvenile center. Even the smallest thing you do; may ruin your chances for going to college and for a good life, once you're in the juvenile center. Is that clear?"

I glared at him, "Why aren't you sending me there now rather than doing a pointless stuff like this?"

His jaw clenched, briefly, before he spoke, "Because your parents' have done great deal for the police force and we know of your history, it's a decision we've all agreed on – to give you a second chance to redeem yourself."

Redeem myself, huh?

…Know of my history, huh?

Don't make me laugh, Chief of Police-san.


"She's Hyuga Aya-san," the vice-principal introduced me to the school, whose name was as I learned Sawatari Goro, introduced to the students of Shirokin Gakuen. "She's a transfer student from Shibuya Academy and will be placed into 3-D, treat her well! Got it?!" He barked at the end, not that it would do any good, idiot.

I had been right about one thing – my parents' were furious at me, unleashing it the moment we had safely arrived home and were behind the closed curtains where no one but us knew what was happening. They had shouted, cursed and whined. Saying how they cannot show their faces to social gatherings without being asked if what I did really was true and what's going to happen to me, not that I cared about any of this.

I've stopped caring since I lost my twin, an irreplaceable part of me.

And now, two weeks later, I was standing at the auditorium's podium, wearing the modified uniform of Shirokin Gakuen – black skirt, white blouse and black jacket, followed by black knee-length socks, comfortable shoes and white-black tie with the school insignia pin shining on my chest. My only accessories, two silver fang-like necklaces hung around my neck, hiding from the view of those who look from afar. I had forgotten my usual dark gray cross-shaped earrings at my new apartment, having woken up later than usually.

My parents' had kind of kicked me out of home, telling me that they had bought me my own apartment close to my new school (making the closeness as an excuse for me to move out and them to stay at the house I've called home for the last seventeen years). I didn't mind it as I kind of used it as a chance to get away from the room, which I had shared with my twin until his death.

Almost the instant I had arrived at Shirokin, wearing the new school uniform (modified extra for me as there were no other girls beside me) and bringing along with me new textbooks and school-books, I felt stares on me from both my new fellow schoolmates and passengers. The next moment I had been whisked by the vice-principal to the teacher's longue where I had been quite forcefully handed my new schedule, followed by warnings and introduction of each teacher (nearly immediately forgetting their names and specialties) before being led to where I'm standing now.

At first, the Chief of Police-san (name forgotten) had wanted me to be escorted to the school by his carefully selected detectives only to be shot down by me – 'I won't run, and I promise that I'll show up at Shirokin on my first day and will behave' – and several others, stating that it would give me and the school a bad reputation. The school's reputation, apparently, was more important than mine, which I didn't mind.

"Why's she in 3-D?!" Someone's shout made me to blink, and I turned to look at the neatly and correctly dressed member of one of the classes, giving me ogling look before turning to look at the Vice-Principal Sawatari with distaste.

So far, it amazed me how people (besides the faculty stuff) have yet to recognize me from the news and rumors. Was it simply different here or did they not care about it? The people from the streets had instantly crossed the road – had that been an option – or pretended not to be looking or took a longer path whenever they saw me walking towards them. It has been happening since my name and face first appeared in the newspapers and wanted posters (it was also understandable as of why my parents' would be ashamed of me being their daughter with their occupation as detectives and having been unable to do anything but to help the cops to catch me; in the end it had been a detective named Shinohara, who had caught me and hand-cuffed me – being hand-cuffed was something that gave me the feeling of reality, letting me to know just how real it all was and not just a game as I told others).

The Vice-Principal Sawatari pushed up his glasses, while the Principal behind him had shamelessly fallen asleep on his seat, "That's the school's board decision," was his meaningful answer.

It honestly wasn't an all lie, but not truth either…

True – when the school was asked which class I was going to be placed in, there was a brief silence before they almost immediately all said – class 3-D, making the Police of Chief's eyes to widen and the members of police to whisper amongst themselves, even my parents had exchanged uneasy looks. I had been the only one to remain calm and uncaringly nonchalant, wondering if Shibuya and Kaku were handling the top of my now old school well. After getting arrested I had handed over my president (or 'boss') status to Shibuya, naming Kaku as Shibuya's vice-president. I knew those two could do it well, they better meet my expectations.

Not that I cared what the 'truth' was. All what mattered was a sense of reality and non-reality being fixed, for someone to pull me out of this hole of insanity.

I had daydreamed through the protests of the boys' and cheers from a bunch of guys, who stood out more than others. Quietly regaining myself, I turned my attention at them, observing each guy present of that class, my gut senses telling me 'they're my new classmates'.

I felt my lips twisting into a small, almost invisible smile, "It's nice to meet with you all," I spoke, feeling the Vice-Principal's eyes on me, before formally bowing at them.

My dark mahogany brown hair fell from my shoulders, shielding my face and now smirking lips from the view, before uncaringly pushing my hair back to behind my shoulders. However, before I could say anything else, or someone else could, a door opened and a guy with black hair with blond high-lights walked in, lazily and yawning. It was amusing and a curious sight to see how the boys nearly instantly scurried out of his way, making a clear path to the rowdier and clearly delinquents' looking guys. From a distant, I could hear the Vice-Principal to remark about how he was late, not fully paying attention to Sarutari's words as didn't he by the looks of it. From afar, this new-comer seems like he fits in with the group perfectly well due to his incorrectly worn uniform and blond high-lights in his black messy hair.

However, the moment he turned his now questioning dark brown eyes at me, I felt my breath to get caught in my throat. It was a feeling, a sensation, I've never felt before. I couldn't tear my eyes off of him and I didn't like it. Not. At. All.

Well, from the way he's body seemed to have stiffened, he had similar thoughts about this 'electricity' (as Kaku would most likely call it, not that she'll ever find out about it, perhaps only over my dead body). Eventually, our eye contact was broken by his friends exclaiming about how I was their new classmate and something else; and by the Sarutari (as I've dubbed him now after trying to understand how his name came to be) allowing me to go and sit next to the nurse as the morning gathering wasn't finished yet (he still had to introduce two other females sitting behind the curtains across me).

I truly didn't pay any attention to his words, keeping my eyes on this late new-comer instead, not even listening to the nurse-lady trying to tell me something before realizing that it was pointless. From time to time, he would glance up at me, however, that might have been my imagination as it was only for the briefest seconds.

Who is he? Was one of the questions at my mind; the only one that briefly mattered before it was devoured by the madness and insanity.


I was lead to the direction of my new class by Sarutari and a nerd-looking female teacher dressed quite oddly for her specialty (something which I discovered was mathematics from the books she carried in her arms), carrying my new school-books and textbooks with me. The corridor to classroom 3-A was unexpectedly clean – not what I had been hoping to see – and boringly white. I couldn't believe in half of the rumors I had bothered to gather up during those last two weeks, just in case I may have to be in a need of them in future.

People. Really. Are. Ridiculous.

"- Right then, can I call you Aya-chan?" I blinked at this black hair (holding her hair in a ridiculous pig-tails) woman, not having listened to her what she spoke.

"Aya-chan?" I repeated, trying to hold back my disgust from my voice and face. "Why?"

"Eh?" It was her turn to blink. "We aren't particularly close, in fact I don't even know your name and I haven't known you for longer than five minutes, meaning that we aren't even acquaintances, and yet, you want to call me Aya-chan?"

Both teachers stared dumb-founded at me, letting my words to sink in while trying to think of something to retort back.

"I just…introduced myself…and even earlier…at the stage," the woman stuttered, taken aback of the coldness in my voice (and most likely my face), appearing to be dejected.

"Um, you really don't like adults, do you, Hyuga?"

I gave a long look at Sarutari, before nodding with a vicious smile, "Absolutely not," was my answer just as we reached the stairs leading down to my new classroom.

Without wasting a moment, Sarutari quickly briefed (not after giving me an odd look at me) this already annoying female teacher (whose name was, as I now learned, Yamaguchi-sensei) and me about what he was expecting from us, before quite literally running to the direction of the teachers' lounge.

"Pathetic," I muttered, unaware that I was speaking out aloud.

"I'm sorry, what did you say, Hyuga-san?" Yamaguchi asked, before throwing her clenched fist up, not waiting for my answer besides a shrug, "Yosh, FIGHT-OH!"

"…." I could only stare at her blankly, not bothering to hide my irritation of her suddenly loud voice and change of her attitude. One woman can only so much pretend…

"Let's both do our best, Hyuga-san," ah, so in the end you decided to be all formal, not that I mind it. "What's with that look?"

I shrugged, "You look ridiculous."

Instead of looking embarrassed as I expected her to feel, she looked rather sheepish, "I've been told that a lot," did she just admit it? "Okay, I'm going to open the door –,"

"- Do you really have to say, what you're going to do, out aloud?"

It took a lot not to laugh – or at the very least, snicker – at her priceless expression, before it was replaced by determination. The moment Yamaguchi opened the classroom's door, we both could hear noises and the first thing we saw was an unorganized classroom – almost all tables out of order, some boys sitting on desks (not sure if those desks were theirs or not), bags and other non-school related stuff all laid out on the desks. Then, my eyes moved to the lockers, lips curling into a more satisfied smile – it wasn't as bad as I would have had expected from an infamous class 3-D but it would do. A couple of kids had been in the middle of basketball game before Yamaguchi opened the door, disturbing the 'peace', judging by the long-blond haired kid's expression (and his friends) in the corner. At the closest table sat a set of Japanese chess, nearly all pieces were white (that would be interesting, I do hope that someone here knows the rules to play as well).

The rest of the desks were just as interesting as the one with the Japanese chess set – make-up mirror, iron-made soldier dolls, other board games, magazines and so on. However, at the moment, what was truly amusing was the reaction of their faces, while watching Yamaguchi to walk to her new desk in front of the blackboard. To me, it doesn't seem like they had even realized I was here, seeing as they were awfully quiet about me.

"Um…I'd like to re-introduce myself and our new classmate," where did your confidence disappear, Yamaguchi?

I raised an eyebrow as her sentence seemed to be some unsaid key for the guys to return to whatever they were doing before being interrupted by us. However, Yamaguchi didn't seem to like their reaction as much as it amused me (or may have amused me, would I still be able to be amused by childish stuff like this).

"Um, everyone be quiet."

A guy with half-shaved head rode past us on his roller-skate, smiling (what he thought to be) dashingly at me and attempting to leave a good impression on me. He did ask my name, which I gave to him rather uncaringly, making his day as he went back to his friends to brag about having talked to me. One of guy, from the back (who had sat on his desk), waved me over to join with them, and after a brief moment of hesitation I decided to go over. As I walked past the guys, I saw and felt them eying me in a rather disturbing way – especially my legs and skirt, before looking up at my breasts.

Stupid kids with stupid hormones, I thought, wryly, knowing that my twin would have had laughed at them before threatening to beat them up for even daring to look at me like that. I missed his over-protectiveness and jokes, ah, no good – think of something else, Aya or you'll go berserk!

Did I take my medicine my doctor had described me?

"I'm Minami Yoichi; you're Aya-chan, right?" I kind of regret not staying next to Yamaguchi.

"Just Hyuga or simply Aya," I corrected him, shoving unwanted memories away. "No Aya-chan, please."

"Eh? Why's so?" A blond guy, who was sitting next to Minami, pried, looking surprised. "Ah, I'm Uchiyama Haruhiko, call me Uchi."

I shrugged, and just as I was about to answer him, I noticed the late new-comer sleeping two desks away from where I stood. My eyes widened at the 'discovery of this late new-comer', feeling stomach to flip uncomfortably, again. He appeared to be in awfully deep sleep, even through this noise, something that made me to question what the hell he's doing during nights. A snap of something was what brought me back into present, after turning my head to right I saw the culprit – a brown, spiky haired kid was holding a camera while smiling happily at me. For a brief minute, a thought of an early Christmas having arrived for that kid, crossed my mind before being shoved at the depths of the rest of the thoughts.

"Playing paparazzi?" I questioned, emotionlessly, unconsciously tightening my hold on my bag and showing them my still healing knuckles.

He shook his head – Minami, Uchiyama and a fat kid (stuffing donuts into his mouth) teased him at the background) – hurriedly connecting it to his small laptop on his desk, "I'm Noda Takeshi, and it's a habit to take a picture of all girls I meet."

I blinked, before tilting my head at Yamaguchi, still attempting to silence the boys, "Included Yamaguchi?"

"As if!" The three of them exclaimed in unison, before bursting out in a laugh.

"She's flat-chested, dorky, and those jerseys? Nothing like Shizuka-chan!" Noda explained, as Minami and Uchiyama added few comments here and there along with nods and agreements.

"Shizuka-chan?"

"The other new teacher, introduced herself right after you," Minami explained, before demanding how come I don't know, getting no reply for that demand.

"Why's she even our homeroom teacher?" Uchiyama asked, looking disappointed at the turn of events.

"Do yo' know what' she's teachin', Hyuga?" The fat kid asked with his mouth almost stuffed, I may have grimaced from disgust while shrugging.

"No idea," was my short reply.

"Kuma, stop eating all the time!" Minami scolded the fat kid (now identified as Kuma), giving me a quick glance. "You're scaring Aya away!"

Uchiyama snickered, as I remained emotionless and Kuma swallowed his food, "I'm not! She doesn't look like scared!"

"Kuma, what he meant was that she's disgusted," Uchiyama remarked, just as Yamaguchi yelled out, "Be quiet!" causing me to turn around, surprised, and the guys to stand up.

"You be quiet!" Kuma shot back, earning a taken aback expression from Yamaguchi and slightly surprised one from me, as he walked towards the mathematics teacher. "We're having an important conversation with Hyuga here."

"Don't drag me in," I muttered to myself, quietly, still earning curious looks from the guys around me. It was rather uncomfortable to stand there, surrounded by hormone teenagers, ready to do something ridiculous, not that I had any right to say something here with my record and past.

Even the reason as of how and why I'm here.

"Important conversation?" Are you really a dumb one, Yamaguchi?

I rolled my eyes at Kuma grabbing Yamaguchi's collar, tuning the rest of the conversation out while walking towards the only empty desk closest to the door near the blackboard (not paying any attention to Uchiyama and Minami asking me to sit with them). Reaching the desk, I dropped my bag rather unceremoniously on the table, before sitting down, crossing my legs and resuming to watching my new classmates and homeroom teacher.

"Yeah! Kuma!" Uchiyama cheered, rather happily and excitedly.

What did I miss?

"Beat her up! Beat her up!"

I leaned against someone's locket, raising eyebrow, wondering how long it would take for Yamaguchi to break down and run out of the classroom and never return.

"Got it?" Kuma said, letting go of Yamaguchi, who was speechless. "Don't boss us around." Well, I guess that in that matter I agree with you, fatso.

"Um, well, once again I'm going to introduce myself and Hyuga-san," she said, earning short-lived attention from my new classmates. "She's Hyuga Aya-san, Hyuga-san; do you want to say something to introduce yourself?" Yamaguchi said, turning to me, causing the boys to stop talking and looking at me eagerly.

I pretended to look all thoughtful, before shaking my head, "Nope, nothing other than simply call me either Hyuga or Aya, no Aya-chan."

"I hope that we'll be getting along well, Hyuga-san," Yamaguchi smiled at me in a way that it made hard for me to narrow my eyes at her, "Now then, my name is Yamaguchi –," she picked up a chalk and turned around to write her name on the blackboard.

The minute she did so, someone threw a paper-made plane at her along with other paper stuff (it wasn't hard for me to identify culprits, seeing as they snickered at their 'heroics' prank), surprisingly, Yamaguchi merely sighed before continuing her introduction.

"Yamaguchi Kumiko," by now, almost the whole class was throwing papers at her back, probably aiming her butt. "23 years old," why would we want to know your age? "Incidentally…"

My eyes, as did everyone else's, widened as Kuma stood up and grabbed a baseball ball at her which flew straight towards her head. The moment I noticed Yamaguchi's hand pausing in writing, my eyes narrowed at her before blinking, when she easily caught it. There was a stunned silence, broken by someone whistling.

"Oh no, isn't this a baseball ball?" Eh? "Who threw it? It's dangerous?" Is it just my imagination that for a moment she looks kind of dangerous?

Nobody dared to say anything, until frozen from surprise and shock Kuma slumped down at his desk, mumbling, "That was just a coincidence."

"You're slow!" I heard Uchiyama pointing out the obvious.

"Should've realized it sooner, stupid," Minami joined in, giving a half-hearted laugh.

"Kuma, baka!" Noda added in with a laugh.

Glancing around the classroom, I saw that the late new-comer had woken up, staring at Yamaguchi in a similar way I had – doubtful, surprise and curiosity. My lips formed barely unnoticeable smile, knowing that this kid will be hard to fool, letting my body to almost dramatically fall on my new desk, hoping to catch some lost sleep.

"– single. Nice to meet you!"

By the time she turned around, the classroom was nearly completely empty besides the two of us. I had heard Uchiyama and Minami, as quietly and unnoticed by Yamaguchi as possible, to try and get me to join with them in ditching her class. Needless to say, I stayed behind only to walk out when Yamaguchi started bombarding me with questions and attempts to befriend me.