I do not owe Eikichi Onizuka or GTO. :3 If I did, I would ruin it. Also, I'm sorry if I'm OOCing Onizuka a lot. TxT I don't mean too, I'm just new at Fanfiction writing. O-o; And to be truthful, I'm not the best writer in the world.
Oh! I do own all the other characters here, and my plot.
"Eikichi Onizuka, we heard great things about you." The principal said, clasping his hands together behind his bony back. The elder man looked down at the twenty-two year old. The principal had a halo of white hair with three single string brushed over, "We are more than happy to have you at our school."
"Where's the kids?" The ex-gang member teacher asked. He had yet to see any cute girls in short skirts.
"Mr. Onizuka, the Students don't come back until Monday." The principal said, pushing up his glasses, dull black eyes looking at him, "And even then, the first day you never teach anything."
"Oh…" Japanese teacher said, placing his hands into his pockets. He leaned back, slouching.
"As I was saying, we understand you are use to misbehaving kids. It's teachers like you that we need, and again we're more than happy that you took the teaching job." He said, slightly chuckling, "And you learned English well, might I add."
The principal rambled on, while the fake blond teacher blocked him out. He was thinking of hot blondes that could be found in American. He smirked, going in deeper thought of the new found girls in a different country. Watch out! Here comes the Great Teacher Onizuka!
When the simple minded teacher saw the principal's lips stop moving, he pulled himself out of his fantasies and spoke, "Don't worry Prin!" Do to forgetting the principal's name, "This school will be ready for me, the Great Teacher Onizuka!" He said, he gave the teacher a thumb up, with a wide stupid smirk, "There's nothing I can handle!"
"Mr. Onizuka you are aware—"
"BRING IT ON!" Onizuka said, "I don't need to be aware! Bad class, I take!" The proud teacher said, giving off a sly smirk, "I would like a majority of girls in my class too." He added, snickering.
The principal signed, shaking his head. The Japanese teacher would just have to see for himself, "How about we see your class room, Mr. Onizuka."
It was normal for students to be later, but never a teacher. Then again, Onizuka wasn't normal.
"Hehehe… These kids won't even know what hit them!" The teacher said, fixing his costume up. Yes, Onizuka wouldn't be Onizuka without his wild cos-plays.
The blond teacher was in a brown fuzzy suit that covered from his neck to his toes. The suit was that of a wolf, with a disorderly fuzzed out tail that sway back and forth as he walked down the halls. The feet, made to be a two inches longer than normal, with fake white claws out, and his hands in a werewolves' claw, half human half. The blond teacher then hand long ears sticking out of his head, held by a headband, and finally, he couldn't forget the whistlers and snout with a black nose at the end of it.
This will scare the kids for a rude awaking. The stupid teacher thought, as he stopped in front of his classroom. He could hear the noise or misbehaved students from outside.
"Time for life fun!" He said, bursting through the door, jumping on his desk. He was on all four, before he yet out a pitiful loud howl, "Howl"
It had stopped the noise in the class as the teacher stupidly howled for a few minutes.
"Is that some type of stupid joke?" A student asked.
"I AM werewolf!" Onizuka said opening his eyes. What he saw made his mouth drop to the floor.
"No, I am a werewolf." The werewolf said, taking his long foot to scratch behind his right ears, yellow slit eyes glaring at the teacher.
"W-W-W-Wer-."
"Werewolf." The teenager said, smirking. Pointy carnie teeth could easily be seen out of his long snout.
"Hey! That's a great costume!" The stupid teacher said, walking up to him. He had such a narrow view, he didn't happen to noticed the other students, "Where did you get it at!?" He asked, reaching for the long, ragged ears.
The werewolf moved back, snapping at the teacher's hand, "Touch me and die." Thanks to stupid luck, Onizuka got his hand away just before the jaws of iron locked on him.
"Oi! Oi! Came down boy." Another student said, patting the werewolf on the head.
"Yeah, not like we see werewolves daily!" Another voice said, leaning over his chair to face him.
The two faces turned to the teacher, "Eh, he's just grumpy in the morning!" They said in unison.
"Eh?!" He looked up. It wasn't that they were twins, but he got his chance to look at the other students. Faires, demons, animals, vampires, angels he felt like he was in some twisted anime.
WHAT KIND OF SCHOOL IS THIS?!!
"Gifted Arts of Bachman High School, you're in my way." A girl behind him answered.
; Eh. I hope that went okay. :3 Next chapter… What type of school is G.A.B. High school? And who are some of his new students?
Oh.. Tips and everything would be helpful.. On writing style.. way to make Onizuka less Ooc.. stuff like that. Thanks. Also, o-o; I know my grammar is bad, no matter how many time I proof read it. ; I'm sorry for it –bows-