Disclaimer: I am not the creator of Gokusen, that right belongs to one Morimoto Kozueko. Though I do own Shiraga Ryuuiji and any other character not recognized in this fandom.
Chapter One
"Nii-chan!" A high pitched voice called from somewhere in the modest apartment. "Hurry up, or we'll definitely be late!"
The teen stood before the mirror frowned in response, eyebrows furrowing. There was no way of him knowing whether or not he was making the right choice in going back to school but, he supposed that because it was for the sake of their future he could do it.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He replied easily, a smile pulling at his lips as he dashed out of the bathroom.
"Fujiyama-sensei will teach English and take charge of class 3-C." Head Teacher announced to the members of the faculty, motioning towards a tall young woman in her early twenties with reddish brown hair and a bright smile.
"I'll do my best!" She greeted, bowing her head as a form of greeting.
The group of male teachers stared at her dazed, before the began to applaud her.
"And Yamaguchi-sensei will teach Math and be in charge of 3-D." Head Teacher went on to explain the presence of the much shorter, and slightly less attractive woman whose hair was pulled into two low pigtails, and wore glasses.
She stepped forward, a nervous smile on her lips and bowed. "I'll do my best."
"Huh?" Iwamoto-sensei blinked, tilting his head to show his confusion as Yamaguchi-sensei straightened.
"3-D? Are you serious?" Washio-sensei gaped, looking up at Head Teacher with disbelieving eyes.
"I thought it was a joke at first, but that's what the principal decided." Head Teacher told the group, face as stern and serious as always.
"What is he thinking?" Iwamoto-sensei murmured to himself.
"Probably not thinking at all." Oyama-sensei declared, eyes focused on the hamster he carried with him at all times.
"That's probably the case." Kawashima-sensei murmured, voice sounding bored.
"It's like throwing a porker into lion's cage." Ando-sensei commented, voice sounding slightly nervous.
"Porker?" Yamaguchi-sensei repeated, blinking.
"Well then, who else would like to take 3-D?" Head Teacher pressed, stepping forward and eyeing all of the faculty members knowing that none would step forward. Everyone turned to the person next to them, attempting to look busy. "Well the, thank you very much, everyone."
"Thank you~."The faculty members retorted, each of them turning back to their own desk to gather the necessary items they needed to get them through the day and then leaving the meeting room.
"Okay, change into your jersey and sneakers." Washio-sensei told the two newcomers.
"Jersey and sneakers?" Yamaguchi-sensei repeated hesitantly.
"Dressed like that you won't be able to run away in the face of danger." Kawashima-sensei informed the two, noticing the confused looks they sent one another.
"Run away?" Fujiyama blinked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Why?"
"With the school's 30th anniversary approaching ..."Head Teacher began, addressing the rowdy group, "our school, with its proud tradition and history has decided for the first time..."
Behind the curtain, Yamaguchi-sensei sat dressed in a red and white jersey set, with white sneakers on her feet. Her form was slightly hunched, as opposed to Fujiyama-sensei who sat poised in her white jacket and dress set. "Why didn't you change your clothes?"
"I could never get into such tacky clothes." Was the woman's haughty reply.
"Well then, I will now introduce the new teachers." Head Teacher continues, arms folded behind his back. "This is Fujiyama-sensei."
Said woman stood from her seated position after hearing her name, and made her way towards the stage. As she walked out she couldn't help but notice the way the teenagers gaped at her womanly figure. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths hung open. "I'm Fujiyama Shizuka. Twenty-five years old. Incidentally, I'm single."
"Shizuka-chan~!" One of the boys in the crowd repeated giddily.
"Pleased to meet you." She continued, a polite smile on her lips.
The boys applauded, most of them happy to have a teacher as attractive as Fujiyama-sensei.
"I keep a strict classroom. Be prepared!"
"That makes me feel better." Yamaguchi-sensei muttered to herself, noting how enthusiastic the students sounded after having met Fujiyama-sensei.
"Next, Yamaguchi-sensei." Head Teacher murmured into the microphone.
"All right." The pigtailed woman said to herself as she stood up and made her way towards the stage.
Instantly the cheers died down, and the dreamy smiles slipped off of the teens face as they watched the tracksuit clad women situate herself at the microphone.
"Everyone!" She began, her voice strong and unwavering. "You are my first students and are important to me. This precious meeting..."
"Who the heck are you?" A student from the crowd called out, interrupting her speech.
"Go away!"
"Go away?" Yamaguchi-sensei repeated slowly.
"She's a dork."
"And she's flat-chested."
Slightly self-conscious Yamaguchi-sensei looked down at herself, before deciding that it was best to ignore them and continue. "So this precious meeting..."
"Go home!"
"Go home...? Yamaguchi-sensei repeated, eyebrows furrowing.
"Go home! Go home! Go home!" The students began chanting, clapping their hands along with the words.
"Why?" Yamaguchi-sensei murmured to herself, noticing that the chants grew louder and more pronounced as the minutes ticked by.
The gymnasium door opened. and immediately all eyes focused on the figure that stood at the entrance.
A young man stood there, rubbing his neck for a moment before he stretched his arms above his head while yawning. His hair was messy, and flipped back slightly to reveal the blond underside. His eyes were droopy, looking as though he'd fall asleep at any given moment.
After a few moments he began to move, and as he made his way through the crowd all the students parted, giving him enough room to pass by them without having to shove anyone out of his way. With no delays he made his way to his group of friends that stood at the very edge of the crowd. His friends greeted him with slight enthusiasm.
"Who is that?" Yamaguchi-sensei murmured to herself, as she observed the way everyone had regarded the teen with respect and slight fear. The two made eye contact for a brief moment, before the boy looked away uninterested.
"And last, but not least may I introduce our new transfer student, Shiraga Ryuuiji." Head Teacher announced, moving Yamaguchi-sensei out of the way and motioning towards the curtain where a teenager, only slightly taller than the woman emerged.
The boy had a head full of bright red colored locks, layered on top of his head in a messy way. His bangs lay across his forehead, sloping downwards and falling into his right eye and Yamaguchi-sensei wondered briefly how it was possible for him to walk with so much grace with his vision obscured. The jacket of his uniform was open, revealing a crisp white button-up shirt that clung to his torso, and pants that were slightly tight on him, hanging loosely off of his thin hips revealing the band of his Joe Boxer underwear.
"Saa," The teen greeted, his voice cheerful and attentive much like the bright smile that adorned his lips. "Was that really necessary Head Teacher? I think I'm perfectly capable of introducing myself."
Head Teacher ignored him, instead addressing the other teens that stood before him. "He will be joining 3-D. Please, take good care of him."
Yamaguchi-sensei made her way towards the basement level where she had been told she would be able to locate her homeroom class, her steps were slightly hesitant after how the teens had reacted to her presence in the gymnasium.
When she reached the door, she turned away from it for a brief moment to whisper words of encouragement to herself, "Fight-oh! Go!"
"Sah, what're you doin' there Yamaguchi-sensei?" A male voice asked curiously, startling the female.
"Ah! Shiraga-kun." She breathed, after regaining her composure. "That was uh...I was just preparing myself."
"Really? It looked like fun~. Fight-oh!" The boy grinned, pumping his fist like he'd seen the woman do previously.
Yamaguchi-sensei smiled at the boy, comforted to know that she'd have at least one student who didn't seem to want her gone. The two entered the classroom, Ryuuiji behind Yamaguchi. Immediately the class grew quiet upon noticing the two newcomers.
"Hello all~." Ryuuiji greeted, stepping in front of the podium after noticing that Yamaguchi-sensei looked a bit nervous. He waved, that grin that the group had seen adorning his lips earlier still present."Shiraga Ryuuiji. Nice to meet'cha." His hidden only visible haze; orb scanned the classroom, before coming to rest on the slumped figure at the very back. He was definitely curious about the figure, but he figured it'd be best to leave it be for the moment.
He strode forward, taking the silence that followed his introduction as his queue to take a seat. There was only one empty seat left in the class. Positioned in the back corner not that far off from the slumped figure. He made his way through the aisle, and just as he was about to bypass the obviously sleeping figure his path was blocked.
He blinked, tilting his head back to look at the figure blocking his way. Those dark brown orbs staring down at him looked eerily familiar.
"Where do you think you're going?" The owner of those, one Uchiyama Haruhiko, growled.
"I'm going to take a seat." The redhead replied, quirking an eyebrow. Was this guy trying to be intimidating? If that was the case then he was failing. At least in Ryuuiji's eyes. It was then that he realized just who this person was, and why he looked so familiar. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Uchi~"
The aforementioned teens blinked, wondering vaguely where the shorter teen knew them from, and why he was looking nostalgic. "Who...exactly are you?"
The lean youth sighed, shaking his head. "You always had a bad memory." He commented. "Though I suppose this is more my fault for not keeping in touch, huh?" He dug into his bag, pulling out a brightly colored wallet. He flipped it open, revealing a picture of three, ten year old boys. They each had their arms thrown around one another, dirt staining their cheeks.
Uchi gaped at the photo as he had the same one in his room. That could only mean, "R-Ryuu?"
"Yup!" Ryuuiji grinned, pleased that he too had remembered. He brushed past the blonde, pointing at the slouched figure. "I'm guessing that's Shin, hm?"
Uchi nodded in response. He and Shin had been the only ones to keep in touch with one another after that year. It had seemed like their other companion had disappeared off of the face of the earth, without warning.
The redhead hummed thoughtfully as he moved to drag the isolated desk towards the group. Once that was over with he plopped down, and began introductions with the other four surrounding teens.
In the front of the classroom, Yamaguchi-sensei cleared her throat, bringing the focus to her. "Eto...I would like to re-introduce myself." She began, slightly hesitant. In response, the class went back to the conversation. "Hey, everyone be quiet."
The class continued on, ignoring her.
"Now, now, be quiet, please." She sighed, before deciding that raising her voice was probably the best course of action. "Be quiet!"
Immediately all the boys stood up, with the exception of Ryuuiji and the teen who'd been sleeping previously. "Oh~. This oughta be good." Ryuuiji murmured, unaware of the attention he drew to himself.
"YOU be quiet!" Kumai Teruo, a big boy -in both stature and weight-, retorted as he made his way to the front. He stopped in front the podium Yamaguchi-sensei stood behind. His haired was shaved low, and dyed a bright blond. "We're having an important conversation here."
Kumai grabbed her shirt, pulling her forward so that the two were eye to eye. "None of your business! Keep being nosy and I'll mess you up!"
"Yeah! Kuma!" The group that Ryuuiji decided to sit with cheered noisily, grins on their faces.
"Beat her up!" Uchi chanted.
"Beat her up! " Minami Youichi joined in, banging his drum sticks on the desk. His hair was a light brown, reddish in tint and reaching just above his shoulders in layers and flipping upwards at the ends.
"Beat her up! " Noda Takeshi also joined in, clapping his hands. His hair was also brown, darker in color than Minami's and cut short, it sat messily atop his head. The rest of the class joined in as well, causing the level of noise to rise.
"Got it?" Kuma asked haughtily, pushing the bespectacled woman away. "Don't boss us around." He told the woman, slamming an open palm on the surface of the podium.
The teen next to Ryuuiji yawned, and then he put his head back down, no longer interested in the scene.
The rest of the class cheered, proud that Kuma had defied the teacher easily.
Instead of backing down, Yamaguchi-sensei squared her shoulders and began again. "Eto...once again, I'm introducing myself. My name is..." Then she turned towards the board, picked up a piece of chalk and began to spell her name out in Kanji. "Yamaguchi." She paused as a paper airplane hit the board, right next to her face. "Yamaguchi Kumiko." She ignored the feeling of paper balls hitting her back. "Twenty-three years old. Incidentally..." She went on, not noticing that Kumai had picked up a baseball and was preparing to throw it at her.
Immediately the teen next to Ryuuiji sat up from his slouched position, eyes wide.
"O-oi!" Ryuuiji himself called out, not expecting the bigger teen to do something so drastic.
The ball sliced through the air easily, everyone watching with bated breath, waiting for impact.
No-one could process what happened next. One minute the ball was centimeters from slamming into the back of the females head and the next it was grasped tightly in her hand. The teens gaped at the image before their eyes with wide eyes.
"Oh, no." She murmured, turning to address the class. Her brown orbs flitted towards the sphere grasped in her hands to the students sat before her. "Isn't this a baseball? Who threw it? It's dangerous." She rambled, trying to persuade them into thinking that she'd gotten lucky with catching the ball.
"That was just coincidence." Uchi grumbled, tilting his head back to look at Kuma, who was reseating himself.
"You're slow." Minami murmured, turning on the desk to face his companions.
"Should've notice sooner. Idiot." Noda stated, causing the group to laugh.
Ryuuiji cupped his chin, gazing at his new homeroom teacher with narrowed eyes. "Does she really expect me to believe that...?"
The teen beside Ryuuiji had his gaze riveted on the female as well, curious about her ability and not in the least bit fooled by her act. His name was Sawada Shin, the 'leader' of 3-D.
Yamaguchi turned back towards the board, finishing up her introduction. "Yamaguchi Kumiko. Twenty-three. Single. Nice to meet you." She drew a heart around the information, then she turned towards the class again only to discover that everyone was gone. "They're gone..."
Not an update, I know. I'm editing the chapters that I've posted simply because I'm not happy with them. I've changed a lot of things, especially the little tutorial or whatever it was in Japanese. The story doesn't flow very well with random Japanese phrases thrown in there, therefore the only be using honorifics, and the occasional 'Nii-tan/chan'.
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