"Hello, sensei?" a timid voice asked.
"Oh Hinako-chan! Or should I say, Hinako-sensei? How are you doing dear?" a kind and elderly voice responded.
"Fairly well, ma'am, but I'm having difficulty."
"Or really? What with?"
"There is a class that is proving to be more than I can handle, sensei. They are a rowdy bunch and cause a great deal of damage."
"Do they despise the institution that much?"
"No, sensei. They just tend to be a little too destructive. Several of them are more powerful than most people have a right to be, and when things get out of hand, they tend to destroy anything around themselves. No one has been seriously injured to date, but the tension is mounting. It's become more than I can handle."
"There, there dear. I know it can be tough."
"That's not all, sensei. It seems that the last principal has recently been removed from his position and..."
"Really? How?"
The younger voice responding in a flat tone, "Let's just say it involved pineapples, a student's pet pig, and high explosives."
"... but how did..."
"Trust me, sensei. You don't want any details. The point is that I am now the principal of Furinkan High School and am in need of a new teacher to handle my former homeroom. The problems there are too much for any normal teacher to handle."
"Well... I may have someone who could help you, Hinako."
"Really sensei? Who is he? When can he be here?" The young voice is very eager sounding.
"Well, that depends. There is a small following around him. I would also have to send another teacher with him as well, and my own vice-principal may follow eventually. Does this class have vacancies to allow a few more students?"
"It does. Most have tried to enter new homerooms."
"Then we shouldn't have a problem. Just be careful with this bunch. They have a destructive wild-side as well, but he seems to keep them in check."
"Who is he anyway?"
Well, my dear, it seems he is about to become known as..."
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"You're WHAT?!" a student with long straight hair yelled.
"I'm being transferred." replied his bleached-blond teacher.
"But why?!" yelled another student, this one with a buzzcut.
"They have a class over in Furinkan that they can't handle now that they're homeroom teacher is the principal, so they hired me."
"But why?!" insisted the last of the group of three surrounding the teacher.
"Why what?"
"I think what they are trying to ask, sensei," responding a young man just outside the group while adjusting his glasses, "is why it had to be you who was transferred and why you are leaving us after all this time."
"Look, you guys don't need me here anymore..."
"Yes we do!" the shorthaired one yelled.
"As if," interrupted one of the girls behind the group. "It's been, what, two years since he came here and now most of us are just fine. We can handle ourselves. You three just have a severe case of hero worship. The only other issue is..." she stopped and stared at one of the other girls in the class, this one having long blonde hair and eyes that sported different colours, one blue and one brown.
"It's not like I've kept my intentions secret," said girl scoffed.
"Well, you four are in luck! They just happen to have a couple seats free in my class for anyone who wishes to transfer with me."
"Really! Oh sweet!"
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The Greatest Teacher in Nerima.
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"What, a transfer?" asked a young female teacher.
"Yes, my dear. You and he are being transferred to Furinkan High School."
"Both of us?"
"Well I assumed you would want to keep up your after school activities with him."
The young woman blushed deeply as both hands went to her cheeks. "It's not like that."
"Oh really?" the aged educator responded with a sly look on her face. "That decoration on your hand seems to suggest something."
The young woman came out of her shock and stared at her ring, a simple gem on its surface. "Well, maybe it is a little like that."
"You go sensei!" "Alright!" "You can do it! All night long!" Everyone stared at the last commenter. "What?"
"Thank you, Miss Sakurai."
"No, thank you Miss Fuyutsuki. Perhaps when we meet again I'll be saying hello to Mr. and Mrs. Onizuka."
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A Ranma one-half and G.T.O. crossover (Where Ranma actually meets Onizuka)
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The gymnasium was packed as students from every class of Furinkan High were assembled to hear the official news regarding the changes in staff. Speculation was widespread and the main source of information, pay a Nabiki, was not responding. Instead, she was taking bets. Oh, she knew. She just felt that this was the better way to make some dough.
Finally, the vice-principal stepped up to the podium. "Settle down, now settle down. Students, we have announcements to make regarding the replacement of our former principal..."
"May he rot in hell!" shouted someone in the crowd, which was followed by several cheers! Someone even started beating on a bass drum as the noisemakers and streamers flew.
"Settle down, settle down, settle down..." the V.P. continued like this for several repetitions. Never raising his voice, never getting frantic, never... "SHUT THE HELL UP!" Oh. Never mind. He just snapped. Everyone else's mouths snapped shut.
"Where was I? Oh yes. The new principal. With Mr. Kuno on extended medical leave after the incident none of us wish a repeat of," a collective shudder ran through the room. "We have decided that the best person suited to the job of principal of Furinkan High would be our very own Miss Hinako Ninomiya."
The small teacher rose and went to the front of the stage. She stood beside the podium and cried out "Hi! I get to be the principal! Isn't that great?!" Everyone just nodded, not wanting to upset the power sucking teacher. Well everyone except...
"Ha ha ha ha! You mean this little kid is the principal? HA ha ha ha ha!"
"Eikichi..." droned Azusa Fuyutsuki. Didn't he read up on what the staff and students were like? No, wait. Of course he didn't. That just wasn't the kind of thing that Eikichi Onizuka would do.
"Thank you for volunteering, sensei." The 'little kid' replied as she looked back at the cackling, bleached blond man. All the other teachers decided that a tactical withdraw was in order, resulting in two of the teachers falling off their chairs as they were shoved off of them by said retreating faculty members.
"Happo Gojo En Satsu!"
The crowd had seen it before (most had suffered it before), the faculty had seen it before (only the former principal had ever suffered it) and now it was time for the famous ki drain technique to find a new victim. Onizuka felt what was happening and began to yell, putting his hands to his face. Eventually he looked like an almost exact replica of the character from the famous Scream painting, wailing in a steadily shrilling voice, until finally... THUD! He dropped like a sack.
The now adult Hinako Ninomiya, former teacher and head disciplinarian and now principal and chief disciplinarian looked down at her latest target and sighed. She turned to the crowd and spoke up. "Any other comments?"
"When is pineapple head coming back?" yelled one very familiar voice to the students and teachers.
"Never if I have anything to say about it. We spent a great deal of time cleaning up the mess that he left behind for us to deal with," replied the principal.
"So he's gone for good?"
"Yes."
The silence was deafening. Oh wait, that's a different story. The roar from the crowd was deafening. Cheers of jubilation, shouts of glee and one student who exclaimed "My hair can finally grow back!" filled the auditorium. Hinako just smiled. Trampling on this would be a true and honest shame.
Half an hour later though, the vice principal had had enough. Again. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"Thank you for that," Hinako remarked before she turned to the now much quieter crowd. "With the Kunos now gone we had to bring in a teacher to fill the vacancy made with my becoming principal. As a result of the deal made we now have two new teachers. They shall both be teaching philosophy in the second and third year levels. The new homeroom teacher for class 2-F is Mr. Ei..."
Hinako never got to finish as the former drained man seemed to have risen from the grave and snatched the microphone that had been secured to the podium and was shouting into it. "Hello! I'm Eikichi Onizuka! I'm 24 years old and I'll be the homeroom teacher for 2-F! If there are any pretty girls there, I have to warn you, I'm an engaged man and can't be taken away from my dear, lady love." With this he turned and smiled at Azusa who had the decency to blush but still rose and took the mike from him.
"I'm Azusa Fuyutsuki, I'll be teaching homeroom 3-E as their homeroom teacher. Yes, we're engaged, and no you can't get any details." She may not quite be Eikichi but she still enjoyed having fun with the students at their level to some extent.
"We'll see about that," one voice was heard saying. Azusa noted several shivers running through the crowd. Who said that?
"Well if that is all," Hinako noted, "We can now begin classes. Your first period will be only half an hour. To your classrooms people."
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Onizuka took a look at the class roster, the teacher's notes still left untouched as he went through the names of the students for attendance. Then he came upon a couple of names he recognized.
"Fujiyoshi? Kusano? Murai?! What are you clowns doing here?"
"We aren't the only ones, teach!"
"Huh?" Onizuka looked around the classroom to see who else may have joined the stooges with his transfer. 'Let's see. Blue hair. Black pigtail. Big Spatula. Purple locks. Blonde hair. Bru—Wait! Blonde?!' Backing up he saw a face that when he had first seen it had tortured him for several weeks.
"Yoo hoo!"
"AH! Kanzaki!"
"Hello again, teacher! You didn't think that I would stay back at Holy Forest without my little genie, now, did you?"
"Damn it, Urumi, not that again!"
Ranma, who for once didn't seem to be the centre of attention in the class, gave an amused little smirk. At least this new girl wasn't after him. Granted, Kodachi was in hiding thanks to her old man, but Shampoo had been enrolled in his class during the previous semester. It seemed that all that was left of the fiancée front was now present and accounted for in this very class. Every other day it came to blows... usually to directed at him. It also seemed that the new teacher had his own share of girl troubles, though judging by the ring on the guy's finger, he had actually chosen his fiancée.
The realization that the teacher had chosen and still had this blonde stalking him suddenly worried Ranma. It meant to him that things would not be over if he chose one. Damn it, why did things have to end up like this?
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Author notes:
Welcome to AMWOOD co productions first release, GTN. The idea came for this when I was reading the second issue of GTO. The cult that the former homeroom teacher is in is centred in Nerima. Actually, a lot of things are (like the garage that Ryugi finds Nao's brother in). Thus, why not have the GTO meet with the NWC? I've read a few crossovers and Onizuka and Ranma never meet. Instead of waiting for it, I chose to write something. A buddy of mine and I bounced the idea around at work for about a week and now I'm putting it down. A caution: this will come out as often as I get around to it. I'm hoping that will happen more often than it has (I've tried writing four other stories so far, one of which I hope to dig out of the grave).
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