INTRODUCTION:

I've read a lot of Gokusen fanfics online and although they are quite brilliant and very entertaining, most of them couldn't possibly happen in the real Gokusen series. I wanted to write a fanfic that is more plausible and not just a fan-girl fantasy. So I came-up with this.

This is set two years after Gokusen 3. In the Gokusen series, Yankumi had always been a morally perfect character. She always knew the right thing to do, she was always good and she was always helping and protecting others. So now, I created a different Yankumi. I wanted to see a side of Yankumi that we've never seen before. A Yankumi that has flaws. A Yankumi that's more human. This time, she's the one who needs to be helped and protected. Also, since I'm a Shinkumi shipper, I added the much awaited Yankumi and Shin reunion. But their romance here is not the fan-girl shoujo type, this time it's more real and matches their personalities. And of course, we have a new batch of class 3-D students which are worse than all of the past class 3-D students put together! Well, I'm no writer, so this is not perfect but I hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Kumicho

Kuroda Gakuen, Tokyo

"Head teacher!! Terrible news! Matsuda and Kanzaki's gang are fighting again!" a frantic Yabe-sensei yelled as he stormed into the faculty room.

"What!? This is the third time this week! Where's their homeroom teacher, Ito-sensei?" Head teacher Sawatari asked, trying to look as calm as possible.

At that moment, Sawatari-sensei heard a soft whimpering sound coming from the desk behind him. He slowly walked around it and carefully bent over to look underneath it. Curled-up under the desk was the shaking and terrified-looking Ito-sensei. Ito-sensei was a tall and very athletic man but he looked so small and frail as he cowered under his desk.

"Ito-sensei! What the hell are you doing down there?" inquired Sawatari-sensei.

Ito-sensei's body began to shake uncontrollably and there was a look of madness in his eyes as he stuttered, "I- i-it's impossible!! I ca-can't do it anymore! Tho-tho-those aren't kids! They-they're monsters!"

He buried his head between his knees and muttered over and over "Monsters! Monsters! Monsters!"

Sawatari-sensei walked towards the window and peered through the blinds. He looked down at the school courtyard to see the chaos that was happening at that moment. The courtyard transformed into a dark and terrifying battlefield and the students looked like savage beasts as they relentlessly fought one another. The war between the various groups had definitely gone beyond the faculty's control.

Sawatari-sensei turned around and looked at his right-hand man, Yabe-sensei, with a very serious expression.

"I never thought I'd have to do this again, but they leave us with no other choice. We cannot do this alone. We need HER!"

Fujiwara Clan Headquarters, Tokyo

"Your guests have arrived, Kumicho."

"They are very predictable, indeed. Let them in."

As the leader of the Fujiwara Clan said those words, the two gigantic doors of the great room of the luxurious manor opened in unison. Four people stepped inside. These four people looked around and saw a room filled with around 300 men in expensive-looking black suits, all with scary faces and wearing pins engraved with the Fujiwara clan crest on their lapels.

Standing in the middle of the room was a man in his late forties. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing an elegant white suit. His suit was not the only thing that made him stand-out of the crowd. It was the look of deviousness and great intelligence in his eyes. One look at him and you could easily tell that he's someone of high importance and stature.

He gave his visitors a gentle smile and said in a very soft and friendly voice, "My, my, this is a very pleasant surprise! Welcome my friends!"

But even with his cheery greeting, the four guests only stared at him with great hostility.

The man lightly chuckled and said, sounding extremely amused "What's with that look on your faces?" Then his expression suddenly changed into a false look of remorse. "Oh, I completely forgot. Where's my manners? I am sorry for what happened to your leader. He was a great man and his death is a great loss to a – "

Before he could finish what he was saying, one of the four guests lost his temper and shouted, "Stop playing dumb! We all know you're the one responsible for his death!" He stepped forward and was about to attack the man but his companion stopped him.

"That's enough, Minoru", said his companion, a tall man with a sad face, dark skin and a weird mustache.

That man stepped forward, held his head up high and looked straight at the Fujiwara clan leader's eyes. Then he said with great conviction, "We did not come here to fight. We came here to tell you that the Ooedo clan will not give up! No matter what you do to us, no matter how hard you hit us, we will not hand our territory to a filthy, conniving scumbag like you! We will protect it just like our leader protected it with his life!"

The Fujiwara clan leader laughed, as if he heard a very funny joke and said "Leader? That's just it, isn't it? You don't have a leader anymore. So how can you even call yourself a clan? You're just a bunch of thugs!" He paused for a moment and gave them a very sinister smile as he said, "The Ooedo clan died with its leader!"

"Don't be so certain!" A very distinctive female voice said from behind the four members of the Ooedo clan.

The four of them jumped in surprised and slowly turned around. Standing behind them was a woman in her early thirties, with long dark hair, fair complexion and wearing a black and white kimono with blood-red accents.

The members of the Ooedo clan stood there in a state of shock and disbelief as the woman slowly walked towards the Fujiwara clan's leader, her brown eyes never leaving his gaze. She walked with such grace and regal bearing that everyone instinctively knew they must give her their utmost respect. The crowd was in dead silence, holding their breath in anticipation.

Intrigued by the unnerving presence of this mysterious woman, the leader of Fujiwara clan began to look serious for the first time. He raised his head and said without a single hint of amusement in his voice, "Who are you?"

The woman halted and gave him a mischievous smile as she said, "Who am I?"

She paused for a moment then her whole expression changed. She suddenly looked deadly serious and extremely determined. She looked at the crowd with a piercing gaze then back at their leader. And with the resolute voice of a true yakuza boss, she said these words:

"I am the 4th Generation Leader of the Ooedo Clan… Yamaguchi Kumiko!"

NEXT CHAPTER: "The Blood-stained Jersey"