Hello guys! This is my first try at a GTO fanfic. So without further ado: here's the story.

P.S: Nothing belongs to me so don't sue me.

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Summer in Tokyo was always unbearable if you happened to live in Tokyo.

Throughout the day the sun would heat up the big city so much that only air-conditioned buildings provided the comfort everyone looked for.

Only in the evening came the pleasant summer breeze that was sorely missed during the rest of the day.

It were evenings like these one Noboru liked best. Even though he spent most of his time inside his room playing games, reading mangas or doing homework, once in a while he needed to get out of the house and just take a walk around the town.

On this particular evening he had been sent out to buy some groceries his mother needed for dinner and he had agreed readily like the good son he was. Using the occasion for a walk he didn't go to the nearest store available. Instead he decided to wander through the strangely deserted streets and go for walk in the park. He felt a little bad because of it but he reasoned that he rarely asked for expensive gifts or clothes from his parents like most of his schoolmates did and so this was free time he had deserved. During his walks he often thought about his life and he always came to one conclusion: it sucked.

Even though Oninzuka-Sensei was his friend and always helped him when he was in trouble he was still the same old boring boy who was not well liked by most people at school. He still didn't know what to think of Murai and the others. They were certainly not friends but he had come to know them and he enjoyed the things they did together with their teacher Onizuka. But he didn't know how they thought about him.

Did they just tolerate his presence or were they indifferent to it or did they have fun like him too?

He honestly couldn't imagine that anyone from his school wanted to be friends with him, so he dismissed this silly thought, even though he wanted to believe in it. Too long had he been the butt of the practical jokes in class and too often had he been lied to and tricked by his classmates. He didn't trust these guys.

And there was still the whole affair with the girls around Anko Uehara who bullied him on a regular basis. As if it wasn't bad enough for him as a boy to be beaten up and stripped by girls every time they felt like it they told their friends about their accomplishments. He was ashamed of his own weakness but it didn't matter anyway since he was already known as a nerd and a weakling and had about as much hope of finding friends as a fish had of suddenly being able to breath outside the water.

He was so engrossed in his own misery and his self-pity that the world around him became a blur of noises and colours. Naturally, he was quite surprised when he felt something soft smash against his body. He fell on his back and felt the weight of whatever it was that had hit him on his chest. Before he even had a chance to open his eyes he felt a big tongue start to lick his face and upon looking up his suspicions were confirmed: a large shephard dog was standing over his prone form with his forelegs on Noborus chest and his hind legs planted firmly on the ground.

"Wah, stop it! Stop it, you'll get my face all wet! Get off me!", he said in a rather shaken voice. He had never been a great fan of dogs since one had attacked him when he was five years old and left a large wound on his arm. The wound had healed fine but he had never forgotten that event. Every time a dog came near him the memory would resurface again and he would feel uneasy.

The dog seemed to understand what the boy underneath him wanted from him and complied. He stepped of his chest his tail flailing around happily while he waited for Noboru to get up.

Noboru himself got a first look at his surroundings and was surprised to find out that he had left the concrete path some while ago without noticing. The air had become a lot cooler and from what he could see no one was in the park besides him. Out of curiosity he took a look at his wristwatch.

"Oh crap! It's this late already? Mom's going to kill me!"

It had indeed become dark and he had not even bought the things his mother wanted.

She was surely worried about him by this time and he didn't know how long it would take for him to get back home. The worst thing was he had forgotten his cell phone in his room and couldn't even call home to say that he was on his way.

Quickly scanning the area he found what seemed to be a way out of the park and started jogging this way. A few minutes later he was at the exit already and it was there that he noticed that the dog had followed him the whole time.

"Go! Go home! Be a good dog and go to your owner!", he told the dog while he made shooing gestures with his hands.

"Wuff", barked the dog at him and still stood there looking expectantly at his face.

He contemplated getting rid of the dog and leaving him to his own fate but as much as he tried to get himself to do it, he couldn't. His conscience berated him for having such a vile thought and he felt bad for thinking about the dog as something to get rid off, a nuisance. Defeated, he let his head drop to his chest and he sighed heavily.

Great, now I have to worry about the dog too, he thought dejectedly.

Kneeling down to the dog he grabbed the dogs collar and searched for a dog mark on it. As luck would have it there was one and the best thing about it was that the address of the dogs owner was engraved in it. He had never heard about dog marks with addresses on them but he supposed that the dog must be important to the person who lost it.

Judging by the address the dog lived comfortably. It was somewhere in the district where supposedly all the regional politicians and those who had made a lot of money in the 80s and 90s had their homes. He was kind of impressed by that.

"I'll bring you home, dog. And then I can finally do what I was supposed to do in the first place.", he said while looking at the dog from his position on the floor.

The dog barked at him in response and wiggled his tail even faster if that was possible.

Slowly standing up and dusting off his hands one single thought ran through his mind.

Why do things like this always happen to me?

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The walk to the address indicated on the dog mark had been long and with no leash the dog had simply done as he pleased even if it had seemed at first that he would do what Noboru told him. Getting him out of that trashcan behind some Chinese restaurant hadn't been the most joyous task either, the boy thought. There were some things in this trash he rather would not have seen or felt when rummaging through it. And the smell! It had been horrible but at least the dog had had his share of fun for today.

And then he had to ask people on the street if they knew where exactly the house stood he was looking for. It was embarrassing for the people he asked tried to keep their distance from him because with his clothes dirty and the foul smell coming off of him he could be mistaken for a homeless kid that lived on the city dump, he guessed.

By the time he was only a few streets away from his goal it was already 10:30 and the only thing illuminating his path were the streetlights and the occasional car that passed him by. He had no hopes of making it back home before midnight and his parents were certainly already worried about his whereabouts. Not to forget the trouble he was going to get from his parents when he got there. But Noboru didn't mind the presence of the dog anymore. In fact, he was glad that he wasn't walking alone. A 14-year old was an easy target for every mugger or criminal on the streets and they surely wouldn't dare to approach him with such a big dog at his side.

As it came out, his destination was a large and luxurious western-style house, no, villa that had an enormous garden from what he could see. Considering the prices for a square meter in Tokyo in one of the better parts of the city, he was sure by now that the owner of the dog was a wealthy man. To his disappointment he couldn't see any light burning in the house and if the owner of the house was away, or worse on some sort of vacation, what was he to do with the dog?

He looked for a bell on the stonewall surrounding the whole place.

When he found it he rang the bell even if it was already late and perhaps the persons inside the house were already asleep.

He definitely didn't want to take the trouble of watching someone else's dog. It was already hard enough for him to take care of himself and he had lost enough time on this trip and would get enough trouble at home so he just couldn't go home without getting the dog back to his owner.

Nothing happened. He pressed again a few times repeatedly. A few moments later a window on the first floor came alight and then sometime after that the loudspeaker under the bell finally made his presence known.

"Who is it?", a sleepy and slightly irritated, female voice asked.

"Er…excuse me for waking you up, bu-but I found your dog in the park and wanted to give it back to you.", answered the boy. He felt stupid for not being able to talk to the person on the other end of the line without stuttering and making an idiot out of himself.

"You found Taro?", the dog barked at hearing his name. "Wait a moment, please."

The light in the entrance was turned on and the front door opened to reveal a female outline in the doorway. The person walked up the path to the gate that led into the garden.

The light from inside the house cast a long square of light on the path the figure walked on and he saw that it was a girl about his age.

Her hair was done in a long ponytail behind her back and she wore only tight-fitting denim shorts and a sleevless white t-shirt that barely covered her front. Her glasses and the freckles on her cheeks completed the picture. Cute, was the word that immediately came to his mind and he blushed. From the sounds she made, he supposed that she wore slippers on her feet.

When she came to gate she hesitated a moment before she unlocking it, taking her time to see who came to visit her at such a time. She seemed kind of unsure of what to make of him and slowly looked him up and down, frowning when she saw the stains on his shirt and pants. He noticed where she was looking.

"Oh, the clothes.", he scratched his head and laughed nervously.

"Before you ask, I'm not a homeless kid or some thief or something like that. Your friend decided to have a little fun in the trash and I had to drag him out."

She fixed him with a glare.

"I don't believe you. You look like a beggar. I bet, you just want to get into the house and then you're going to try to rob me.", she started turning around, "I'm calling the cops."

"Huh? But I'm telling the truth! B-belive me, please!", he paused and searched for his wallet. "Here. See for yourself."

He handed her the wallet through the gap between the iron bars of the gate. She looked at the wallet questioningly still not believing the poor sod.

"My ID is inside. Take a look at it."

Indeed there was his ID with his name, date of birth, address and a picture of him who resembled to the person standing on the street.

Still wary of him she opened the gate and gave him back his wallet.

As soon as she had opened the gate, Taro rushed inside and jumped excitedly around her. She petted the dog on the head and knelt down to hug him around his neck.

"Why do you run away Taro? You scared me, you know? Don't do this again.", she said to him in a voice that was typically reserved for small children and animals.

She smiled at the dog and then stood up again and walked over to Noboru, who had watched the whole exchange rather shyly and felt uncomfortable at witnessing this show of affection.

She came over to him, an embarrassed smile on her lips.

"Thank you very much for bringing Taro home. I'm sorry for not believing you at first, Yoshikawa-kun.", she said to him, bowing a little, while she did so to emphasize her excuse. "My name is Hidemi Ohta, by the way."

"You're welcome. Nice to meet you Ohta-san." he blushed again since he was not used to girls being polite to him.

"Where did you find Taro?" she asked.

"Well, to tell the truth he kind of found me.", she lifted one eyebrow. "He tackled me to the ground and followed me around then.", he clarified.

"Oh, I'm sorry again. He does this sometimes. I hope you aren't hurt?", she said apologetically.

"No, not at all.", he responded. "May I ask you for something? If it doesn't bother you much I'd like to call home but I forgot my cell phone and…", he babbled but he noticed that he would get nowhere if he continued like this. "What I mean is…Could I use your phone?"

"Of course, that's the least I can do after you brought back my Taro.", she answered and yawned afterwards.

"Follow me into the house, please."

He entered the garden and closed the gate behind him while she made her way to the house.

When he was inside the house she closed the door behind her and then led him to the phone installed in the kitchen. While he dialled she went to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk. She silently offered him one too but he shook his head to the side declining the offer.

"Hello mom? This is Noboru. …. Look, I know how late it is… Yes, I know that's dangerous. Why didn't I call? I forgot my cell phone in my room. … Yes. Yes. I can explain. There was this dog I found and I brought to it's owner. No, no. It's all right. Don't worry.", he talked into the machine.

"What? You want to speak with the owner? Why would you? Don't you believe your son?" he asked unbelievingly and a little bit hurt.

Her interest was piqued at the last part of the conversation and she came up to him.

"OK. Just wait a second.", he said and handed Hidemi the phone.

"Hello Mrs. Yoshikawa? This is Hidemi Ohta speaking.", she said, trying to sound cheery despite her lack of sleep. "Your son is telling the truth. He brought back my dog Taro who had run away yesterday." A pause. From his place right to the left of her he heard the voice of his mother coming from the speaker.

"How old I am?" suddenly asked Hidemi a little bit surprised at the question. He groaned.

He should have known better than to let her talk to his mother. What would come next was inevitable and he feared for the worst.

"I'm fourteen." she answered truthfully. "But what's got that to do with the whole situation?" There was again a pause. It was his mothers' turn and Hidemis' cheeks flushed during the whole time.

"No, Mrs. Yoshikawa. I was alone at home until your son came by a few minutes ago. No, we didn't do anything you might consider…'improper'", she quickly looked to him and saw that he had blushed too at the last statement.

"But I want to thank your son for bringing Taro back home and since it's already very late and tomorrow is Saturday anyway, I thought that he could sleep over at my house.", she told the woman on the other end of the line. "That is if you agree, Mrs. Yoshikawa."

Noboru was freaked out. Not only did this girl not get angry at what his mother was saying, no, she offered him to stay at her house. What was going on here?

Was the world going to end? No girl had been this friendly to him since 5th grade and yet she offered him to stay the night. He simply didn't know how to react to this kind of gesture and he became very nervous.

"No, it's allright. If I go now I'll-", he was cut off by Hidemi with a motion of her hand.

She nudged him over to the empty chairs around the kitchen table.

Since he was so used to girls telling him what to do, he sat on one of the chairs and stayed silent.

From where he was he couldn't hear what his mother and Hidemi were talking about but when she said "OK, great. Then it's settled. Good night, Mrs. Yoshikawa." he suspected that she had succeeded in persuading his mother.

She came over to the table when she had finished and looked at him angrily, her irritation evident in her voice.

"What's wrong with you? I'm trying to save you a long way home and you try to mess it up!", she 'hmpfed' and turned around walking back over to the sink and depositing her empty glass of milk in it.

Still not looking at him she stated that the bath was upstairs and he should go and wash himself while she prepared the spare bedroom.

„But what about your parents?" Noboru asked.

„They're both away on business trips and will be home on Monday. So don't worry abot what they might say about it."

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Well, what do you think? I'm pretty new to GTO so it could be that I messed up the

names or something along these lines, so please write me if you find a mistake.

Please read & review. Ciao for now.